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[ "Why does Eppel indicate an orange light when scanning the planet?", "Why does the crew later refer to Ha-Adamah as Adam? ", "Why does Adam refuse to play checkers? ", "How does the \"Old Serpent\" know that the crew is returning with settlers?", "What ultimately makes the priest disbelieve what they've seen, despite his faith?", "What is likely to happen to the crew when they return to the planet? " ]

[ [ "It wants the crew to make their own judgement, because it doesn't know what to make of it.", "It senses Ha-Adamah's perception. ", "It senses the \"Old Serpent's\" perception. ", "It senses that an omnipotent being. " ], [ "He responds to Adam, and they decide it's his true name", "Ha-Adamah is Adam's Hebrew origination.", "The planet feels so much like the Garden of Eden, that they begin to believe he is Adam", "They want to test Adam and see if he accepts it as his name. " ], [ "He does not want to humiliate the priest by beating him. ", "The priest is too eager to go up against him, and he doesn't want to disappoint. ", "He has no reason to play. He is omniscient and would win without contest. ", "He is scared of losing and giving away his true identity. " ], [ "He understands people, and that they'll want to have their way with the planet. ", "Like Adam, he has extraordinary perception and can predict it happening. ", "It has happened before. He knows that people cannot resist the temptation and takes advantage of it. ", "The crew made it clear they would return. " ], [ "He senses the \"unusual mind\" of Adam, and it made him uneasy. ", "He is too faithful to risk trusting what they've seen.", "Someone like Adam would not be afraid of playing checkers, or being personable. ", "The illusion is too perfect, and it feels inauthentic to him. " ], [ "They'll fall victim like those before them, and have their supplies stolen. ", "They'll return, still believing it's the Garden of Eden. ", "They'll learn the truth about the Old Serpent and Adam, and leave. ", "They'll carry through with their settlement plans and cash in. " ] ]

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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", "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.\"", "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'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", "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.", "\"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", "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", "The E. P. Locator had been designed by Glaser. But when the Locator\n had refused to read\nPositive", "\"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,", "There was one more test to run, one very tricky and difficult of\n analysis, that with the Extraordinary Perception Locator. This was", "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.\"", "\"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.", "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.", "\"And everything grows here,\" added Steiner. \"Those are Earth-fruits and", "was spinal fluid on that orb, rivers of it. So again they omitted\n several tests and went to the cognition scanner. Would it show Thought\n on the body?", "\"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 can't you mix another kind of shining paint? This itches. It's\n hell.\"\n\n\n \"I'm working on it.\"\nCasper Craig was still dictating the gram:", "\"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.\"", "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." ], [ "\"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.", "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!\"", "\"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?\"", "\"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", "\"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.\"", "\"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 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?\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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.", "change Adam and Eve to Ha-Adamah and Hawwah, and the apple to the\n pomegranate. People aren't becoming any smarter—but they are becoming", "\"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.\"", "\"It does. The name of the fruit is not mentioned in Genesis. In Hebrew\n exegesis, however, the pomegranate is usually indicated.\"", "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", "\"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.", "\"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'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.\"", "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.", "\"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." ], [ "\"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.", "\"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.\"", "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'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.\"", "zoologically rigged, salted conspicuously with gold and shot through\n with anachronisms. And moreover he was afraid to play me at checkers.\"", "\"Well, I beat a barber who was champion of Germantown. And I beat the\n champion of Morgan County, Tennessee, which is the hottest checker", "\"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?\"", "It would be the darkest of crimes if we or others should play the part\n of the serpent, and intrude and spoil.\"", "\"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", "\"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?\"", "\"Certainly. Eat. It is the finest fruit in the garden.\"\n\"Well, the analogy breaks down there,\" said Stark. \"I was almost", "\"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.", "\"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.", "\"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?\"", "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—?\"", "\"I know it, Eve. The lion is a very important prop. Maybe one of the\n crackpot settlers will bring a new lion.\"", "\"No. We are the people. There are no people but two. How could there be\n other people?\"", "\"You don't want to visit any of the other areas first? Somewhere away\n from the thoughtful creature?\"", "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.\"" ], [ "\"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:", "\"I know it, Eve. The lion is a very important prop. Maybe one of the\n crackpot settlers will bring a new lion.\"", "\"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.", "\"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?\"", "It would be the darkest of crimes if we or others should play the part\n of the serpent, and intrude and spoil.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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", "\"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.", "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—?\"", "\"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.", "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.", "\"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", "settlers for six weeks. It used to be we'd hardly have time to strip\n and slaughter and stow before there was another batch to take care of.\"", "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", "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?\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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", "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", "\"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.\"" ], [ "\"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's as phony as a seven-credit note!\"\n\n\n \"You, a man of the cloth doubt it? And us ready skeptics convinced by\n our senses? Why do you doubt?\"", "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.", "\"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 am probably the most skeptical man in the world,\" said Casper Craig\n the tycoon, \"but I do believe my eyes. I have been there and seen it.", "\"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.\"", "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—?\"", "Then Stark cut in once more: \"There must be some one question you could\n ask him, Father. Some way to settle it. I am becoming nearly convinced.\"", "\"It is only the unbelieving who believe so easily in obvious frauds.\n Theologically unsound, dramaturgically weak, philologically impossible,", "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.\"", "\"Of course they do. You know that as well as I.\"\n\n\n \"I was never a believer. But would it be possible for the exact same\n proposition to maintain here as on Earth?\"", "\"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?\"", "\"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 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.", "\"No. We are the people. There are no people but two. How could there be\n other people?\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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.", "\"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", "\"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.\"" ], [ "\"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.", "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?\"", "\"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.\"", "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", "surface to find another, or concentrate on this? It'll be twelve hours\n before it's back in our ken if we let it go now.\"", "\"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.\"", "down on that one the next time it is in position under us, in about\n twelve hours.\"", "\"And you had better have an armed escort when you return,\" said Father\n Briton.\n\n\n \"Why in cosmos would we want an armed escort?\"", "life traces on that little moon, but it would be a lively place. So\n they skipped several steps in the procedure.", "And there was no denying that the Extraordinary Perception Locator (or\n Eppel) was a contrary machine. On Earth it had read\nPositive", "\"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", "\"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.", "\"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", "\"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", "\"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.", "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.", "\"Of course they do. You know that as well as I.\"\n\n\n \"I was never a believer. But would it be possible for the exact same\n proposition to maintain here as on Earth?\"", "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.\"", "\"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" ] ]

[ "Why was Si given a symbolic gold watch by the Department of Space Exploration?", "Why did the Department hope that Si would continue for three more space missions?", "What clearly showed a sense humbleness presented by Si?", "What was considered a downside to the space exploration by Si?", "Based on indicators in the passage, what can be inferred as the time setting of the story?", "Why did Si choose to visit Manhattan and the Kudos Room?", "After being drafted into the working force reserves, how many trips did Si have to complete in order to retire?", "What context shows that Si was able to retire from the working force reserves with honorable rank?", "What caught Natalie's attention at the Kudos Room and prompted the chat with Si?" ]

[ [ "He had just successfully completed a dangerous space mission that they were impressed with. ", "As an apology for the difficult task he had to complete while in space. ", "He was retiring from the Department.", "As a means to convince him to stay on with the Department and continue completing missions." ], [ "He didn't complain about the explorations and enjoyed his time in space.", "His required compensation was lower than the other pilots.", "It would take too long to train a new pilot to complete the explorations.", "He was the best of the best in the space exploration team." ], [ "His ability to obtain the swank suite at the hotel.", "The presence of a human bartender in the Kudos Room.", "His lack of awareness that he would be considered a celebrity at the Kudos Room.", "His quaint behavior at the banquet where he was presented with a gold watch." ], [ "The inability to start of family of his own due to being away for long periods of time. ", "The fear of contracting space cafard.", "His fear of being in the ship itself. ", "Becoming too used to being along for long periods of time. " ], [ "The present, based on the character use of credit cards.", "The past, based on the dialogue used by characters.", "The future, based on the advanced technology ", "The present, due to the government restrictions on space exploration." ], [ "In hopes of seeing and befriending a celebrity", "That's the only place that an alcoholic beverage can be legally purchased. ", "He was planning to meet an attractive woman there. ", "To celebrate his retirement and spend some of his extra funds. " ], [ "1 trip", "6 trips", "5 trips", "15 trips" ], [ "He purchased and dressed in the honorable retirement-rank suit. ", "He was granted access into the vacuum-tube two-seater for transportation. ", "His receipt of Basic onto his credit card that would fund all of his necessities. ", "He was permitted to enter the Kudos Room at the hotel." ], [ "The bartender introduced the two after serving them drinks at the same time. ", "She thought he was attractive enough and she was bored. ", "He had offered to buy her drinks all night.", "She noticed his space pin." ] ]

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[ [ "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", "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", "In common with recipients of gold watches of a score of generations\n before him, Si Pond would have preferred something a bit more tangible", "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.\"", "They also had a banquet for him, complete with speeches by such\n bigwigs of the Department of Space Exploration as Academician Lofting", "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.", "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, disconcerted by the sudden reversal, said, \"Yeah ... sure.\"\n\n\n \"Good Heavens, you're a spaceman?\"", "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", "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.\"", "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.\"", "\"Well,\" Si said modestly, \"two of my runs were only to the Moon.\"", "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.", "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 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", "\"Nothing too good for ex-Space Pilot Si Pond,\" he said aloud.", "\"Sure.\" He pointed at the lapel pin. \"You can't wear one unless you\n been on at least a 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", "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" ], [ "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 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.\"", "dropped by the Appropriations Committee on this here Economic Planning\n Board. Even if they can find some other patsy to train for the job,\n it'd take maybe a year before you could even send him on a Moon hop.", "They also had a banquet for him, complete with speeches by such\n bigwigs of the Department of Space Exploration as Academician Lofting", "Department, with all the expense and all, but nobody to pilot their\n ships. It's kind of funny, in a way. You know what one of those\n spaceships costs?\"", "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.\"", "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", "Si, disconcerted by the sudden reversal, said, \"Yeah ... sure.\"\n\n\n \"Good Heavens, you're a spaceman?\"", "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.\"", "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.\"", "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", "to the point that we haven't a single pilot, then it might well be\n that the Economic Planning Board, and especially those cloddies\n on Appropriations, will terminate the whole Department of Space", "\"... 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", "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", "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.", "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", "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", "\"Nothing too good for ex-Space Pilot Si Pond,\" he said aloud." ], [ "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", "\"Si,\" Si said, gratified. Holy Zoroaster, he'd never seen anything\n like this rarified pulchritude. Maybe on teevee, of course, one of the", "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", "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, carrying his glass, moved over to the stool next to her. \"Call me\n Si,\" he said. \"Everybody calls me Si.\"", "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", "\"Well,\" Si said modestly, \"two of my runs were only to the Moon.\"", "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.", "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.", "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", "of his fellow citizens could boast. Si Pond had it made. A spree was\n obviously called for.", "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", "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", "\"Funny?\" she said. \"Why, I don't think it's funny at all.\"\n\n\n Si said, \"Look, how about another drink?\"", "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", "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.", "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?\"", "eyes. Every pore, but\nevery\npore, was in place. She sat with the easy\n grace of the Orient, so seldom found in the West.", "\"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,", "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 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.\"", "\"Well,\" Si said modestly, \"two of my runs were only to the Moon.\"", "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 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.\"", "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, disconcerted by the sudden reversal, said, \"Yeah ... sure.\"\n\n\n \"Good Heavens, you're a spaceman?\"", "\"... 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", "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", "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", "\"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,", "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", "Exploration.\"", "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....\"", "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.\"", "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", "haul to the Jupiter satellites, fearfully checking the symptoms of\n space cafard, the madness compounded of claustrophobia, monotony,", "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", "know so much about it? You don't meet many people who are interested\n in space any more. In fact, most people are almost contemptuous, like.", "He'd had plenty of time to figure it out, there alone in space on the\n Moon run, there on the Venus or Mars runs. There on the long, long" ], [ "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.", "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", "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.", "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", "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", "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", "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", "Well, this was something like it. This was the sort of thing he'd\n dreamed about, out there in the great alone, seated in the confining", "Slumped in an autochair in the escape room of his Floridian home,\n Lofting Gubelin scowled at his friend. He said, acidly, \"Any more", "of his fellow citizens could boast. Si Pond had it made. A spree was\n obviously called for.", "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", "around in second-class groggeries, no eating in automated luncheterias.\n This time, be it the only time in his life, he was going to frolic in", "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 other chuckled again. \"It is simply a matter of finding more modern\n methods, my dear chap.\"\nII", "He opened the small, closet-like door which housed his vacuum-tube\n two-seater, and wedged himself into the small vehicle. He brought down", "eyes. Every pore, but\nevery\npore, was in place. She sat with the easy\n grace of the Orient, so seldom found in the West.", "He dialed Manhattan and felt the sinking sensation that presaged his\n car's dropping to tube level. While it was being taken up by the robot", "The other chuckled. \"The trouble with you, Lofting, is that you have\n failed to bring history to bear on our problem. Haven't you ever read\n of the sailor and his way of life?\"", "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", "sea—and sometimes the tramp freighters or whaling craft would be out\n for years at a stretch before returning to home port—he would talk\n of his retirement and his dream. And then? Then in port, it would be" ], [ "The auto-elevator murmured politely, \"Yes, sir, the Kudos Room.\"\nAt the door to the famous rendezvous of the swankiest set, Si paused a", "Manhattan. The shuttling began again, and one or two more traversing\n sub-shots. Finally, the dash threw a green light and Si opened the\n canopy and stepped into his hotel room.", "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", "He considered for a moment, decided against the boroughs of Baltimore\n and Boston, and selected Manhattan instead. He had the resources. He\n might as well do it up brown.", "He decided a drink was in order to help him plan his strategy. A drink\n at the hotel's famous Kudos Room where celebrities were reputed to be a\n dime a dozen.", "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 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, carrying his glass, moved over to the stool next to her. \"Call me\n Si,\" he said. \"Everybody calls me Si.\"", "He left the suite and stepped into one of the elevators. He said,\n \"Kudos Room.\"", "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", "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 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.", "of his fellow citizens could boast. Si Pond had it made. A spree was\n obviously called for.", "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.", "He dialed Manhattan and felt the sinking sensation that presaged his\n car's dropping to tube level. While it was being taken up by the robot", "\"Si,\" Si said, gratified. Holy Zoroaster, he'd never seen anything\n like this rarified pulchritude. Maybe on teevee, of course, one of the", "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 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", "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.\"" ], [ "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", "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 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", "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", "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", "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.", "plenty of time to think it over. It was better to retire on a limited\n crediting, on a confoundedly limited crediting, than to take the two or\n three more trips in hopes of attaining a higher standard.", "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", "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", "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 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.", "\"Well,\" Si said modestly, \"two of my runs were only to the Moon.\"", "of his fellow citizens could boast. Si Pond had it made. A spree was\n obviously called for.", "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.", "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", "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 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", "sea—and sometimes the tramp freighters or whaling craft would be out\n for years at a stretch before returning to home port—he would talk\n of his retirement and his dream. And then? Then in port, it would be", "Manhattan. The shuttling began again, and one or two more traversing\n sub-shots. Finally, the dash threw a green light and Si opened the\n canopy and stepped into his hotel room.", "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" ], [ "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", "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", "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.", "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.", "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 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 his fellow citizens could boast. Si Pond had it made. A spree was\n obviously called for.", "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", "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.", "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", "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", "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 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", "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.", "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.\"", "\"Well,\" Si said modestly, \"two of my runs were only to the Moon.\"", "When he had been informed that his physical and mental qualifications\n were such that he was eligible for the most dangerous occupation in", "plenty of time to think it over. It was better to retire on a limited\n crediting, on a confoundedly limited crediting, than to take the two or\n three more trips in hopes of attaining a higher standard.", "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", "\"Si,\" Si said, gratified. Holy Zoroaster, he'd never seen anything\n like this rarified pulchritude. Maybe on teevee, of course, one of the" ], [ "The auto-elevator murmured politely, \"Yes, sir, the Kudos Room.\"\nAt the door to the famous rendezvous of the swankiest set, Si paused a", "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", "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.", "He decided a drink was in order to help him plan his strategy. A drink\n at the hotel's famous Kudos Room where celebrities were reputed to be a\n dime a dozen.", "Si, carrying his glass, moved over to the stool next to her. \"Call me\n Si,\" he said. \"Everybody calls me Si.\"", "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", "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.\"", "She said, \"I'm Natalie. Natalie Paskov. Just Natalie. Imagine meeting\n Seymour Pond. Just sitting down next to him at a bar. Just like that.\"", "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.", "He left the suite and stepped into one of the elevators. He said,\n \"Kudos Room.\"", "\"Si,\" Si said, gratified. Holy Zoroaster, he'd never seen anything\n like this rarified pulchritude. Maybe on teevee, of course, one of the", "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", "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. 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", "Manhattan. The shuttling began again, and one or two more traversing\n sub-shots. Finally, the dash threw a green light and Si opened the\n canopy and stepped into his hotel room.", "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?\"", "Natalie said earnestly, \"Why, I've been a space fan all my life. I've\n read all about it. Have always known the names of all the space pilots", "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.", "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." ] ]

[ "Why did Billy-boy take Grannie Annie to the grille?", "What brought Billy-boy to the realization of why Grannie Annie had brought him to the Satellite Theater?", "What was supposedly destroyed after the crash of the Vennox regime?", "How is one able to escape the Varsoom?", "By what were Grannie Annie and Billy-boy being watched?", "Why was Billy-boy stopped as he was walking into the main lounge?", "Who was performing at the Satellite Theater when Billy-boy and Grannie Annie arrived?", "How long did Billy-boy and Grannie Annie travel after heat ray attack?", "Why were there no guards present in the ship?", "Why was the Green Flame so sought after?" ]

[ [ "He felt he needed to be polite and take her to dinner. ", "No females were allowed in the club", "He wanted to go somewhere where no one would over hear their conversation", "He wanted to inspect the book she had been writing. " ], [ "The publication of her newest book", "The appearance of Charles Zanner", "The attraction of the performance of the Nine Geniuses ", "The spell placed by Doctor Universe" ], [ "The Varsoom district", "Green Flames", "Ezra Karn, an old prospector", "Gamma rays" ], [ "By laughing", "By using protection of a Venusian", "Use of heat rays", "By throwing Green Flames" ], [ "Ezra Karn, an old prospector", "Hunter-bird", "a drone", "By Venusians" ], [ "He was not welcome in the club, per recent events. ", "He was no longer a pilot and had to return to the gate. ", "The pilots and crew-men were requested to all meet before entering", "He was informed that he had a visitor" ], [ "The Swamp City community members", "Charles Zanner", "Doctor Universe", "Annabellla C. Flowers" ], [ "Until January, when Death In The Atom hit stands", "six weeks", "Until dark when the arrived at the camp fire", "six days" ], [ "They had all been eliminated by the Green Flames", "the metal envelope was the only guard", "The ship was well hidden to not need guards", "The ship was self-operating to defend" ], [ "It was capable of shooting rays that would destroy every existance. ", "It was used in warfare and needed to be protected", "It was too dangerous to be left unattended", "It was more powerful than any known drug" ] ]

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[ [ "\"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 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", "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 leaped to her feet, grasped my arm and raced for the\n door. Outside a driverless hydrocar stood with idling motors. The old", "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 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.", "From the left wing Grannie Annie appeared. She bowed and took her place\n on the dais.", "Grannie gazed a long moment through binoculars. \"Billy-boy, take three\n Venusians and head across the knoll,\" she ordered. \"Ezra and I will", "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.", "I barged across the lounge and seized her hand. \"Grannie Annie! I\n haven't seen you in two years.\"", "\"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.", "\"Hi, Billy-boy,\" she greeted calmly. \"Will you please tell this\n fish-face to shut up.\"", "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,", "\"What do you mean?\" Grannie paused in the act of rolling herself a\n cigarette. \"You know where it is, don't you?\"", "In a booth well toward the rear the old lady surveyed me with sober\n eyes.\n\n\n \"Billy-boy, did you see the way that crowd acted?\"", "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!" ], [ "\"I almost forgot, Billy-boy. I'm due at the\nSatellite\nTheater in ten\n minutes. Come on, you're going with me.\"", "\"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.", "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 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.", "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.", "\"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 gazed a long moment through binoculars. \"Billy-boy, take three\n Venusians and head across the knoll,\" she ordered. \"Ezra and I will", "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.", "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.", "As we strode down the aisle a mangy-looking Venusian began to pound a\n tinpan piano in the pit. Grannie Annie pushed me into a seat in the\n front row.", "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:", "In a booth well toward the rear the old lady surveyed me with sober\n eyes.\n\n\n \"Billy-boy, did you see the way that crowd acted?\"", "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.", "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.", "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!", "I barged across the lounge and seized her hand. \"Grannie Annie! I\n haven't seen you in two years.\"" ], [ "after the Vennox regime crashed. If a quantity of the rock were in\n existence, and it fell into the wrong hands, there'd be trouble.", "\"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", "cruel dictatorship of Vennox I was short-lived, but it lasted long\n enough to endanger all civilized life.", "\"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", "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!\"", "animal of the Venus hinterland. Any form of plane or rocket would have\n had its motor instantly destroyed, of course, by the magnetic force", "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.\"", "\"Now in 2710, as you'd know if you studied your history, the three\n planets of Earth, Venus, and Mars were under governmental bondage. The", "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", "was seized and flung to the pavement. A knife appeared from nowhere,\n snipped the Martian's single lock of hair. A booted foot bludgeoned\n into his mouth.", "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!", "\"Ye-s,\" Karn nodded. \"But like I told you before, that ship lies in\n Varsoom country, and that isn't exactly a summer vacation spot.\"", "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.", "\"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.\"", "\"What the devil are you doing on Venus? Don't you know women aren't\n allowed in the\nSpacemen's\n? What happened to the book you were\n writing?\"", "happening all over the System. There have been riots on Earth and Mars,\n police officials murdered on Pluto and a demand that government by\n representation be abolished on Jupiter. The time is ripe for a military", "\"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", "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", "\"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 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." ], [ "\"We're heading directly for Varsoom country,\" she said. \"If we find\n Ezra Karn so much the better. If we don't, we follow his directions to", "\"Yes and no. Only man I ever heard of who escaped their country outside\n of myself was the explorer, Darthier, three years ago. I got away", "\"Ye-s,\" Karn nodded. \"But like I told you before, that ship lies in\n Varsoom country, and that isn't exactly a summer vacation spot.\"", "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!\"", "\"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.\"", "\"What are the Varsoom?\" I asked. \"A native tribe?\"", "\"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.\"", "guards here. The mechanism is entirely self-operating. Let's see if the\n Green Flames are more accessible.\"", "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.", "\"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", "because I was alone, and they didn't notice me, and Darthier escaped\n because he made 'em laugh.\"", "\"Let's get out of here,\" I said, getting up.\nZinnng-whack!\n\"All right!\"", "animal of the Venus hinterland. Any form of plane or rocket would have\n had its motor instantly destroyed, of course, by the magnetic force", "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", "Someone shouted, \"Yah, yellow-face! Down with all Kagors!\" As one\n man the crowd took up the cry and surged forward. The helpless Kagor", "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", "\"Green Flames, eh?\" he repeated slowly. \"Well yes, I suppose I could\n find that space ship again. That is, if I wanted to.\"", "happening all over the System. There have been riots on Earth and Mars,\n police officials murdered on Pluto and a demand that government by\n representation be abolished on Jupiter. The time is ripe for a military", "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 place was a two room affair, small but comfortable. The latest\n type of visi set in one corner showed that Karn was not isolated from\n civilization entirely." ], [ "\"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.", "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 gazed a long moment through binoculars. \"Billy-boy, take three\n Venusians and head across the knoll,\" she ordered. \"Ezra and I will", "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.\"", "From the left wing Grannie Annie appeared. She bowed and took her place\n on the dais.", "In a booth well toward the rear the old lady surveyed me with sober\n eyes.\n\n\n \"Billy-boy, did you see the way that crowd acted?\"", "Grannie Annie came to the point abruptly. When she had explained the\n object of our trip, the prospector became thoughtful.", "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.", "From the tent opposite a gaunt figure clad in a familiar dress\n appeared. Grannie gave a single warning:\n\n\n \"Stand still!\"", "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", "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.", "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:", "\"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", "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.", "Grannie Annie lit a cigarette and flipped the match to the floor.", "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!", "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.", "I barged across the lounge and seized her hand. \"Grannie Annie! I\n haven't seen you in two years.\"" ], [ "\"Beg pardon, thir,\" he said with his racial lisp, \"thereth thome one to\n thee you in the main lounge.\" His eyes rolled as he added, \"A lady!\"", "\"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.", "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!", "\"Hi, Billy-boy,\" she greeted calmly. \"Will you please tell this\n fish-face to shut up.\"", "In a booth well toward the rear the old lady surveyed me with sober\n eyes.\n\n\n \"Billy-boy, did you see the way that crowd acted?\"", "\"I almost forgot, Billy-boy. I'm due at the\nSatellite\nTheater in ten\n minutes. Come on, you're going with me.\"", "\"Hold it, Billy-boy.\" Laughingly she threw up both hands. \"Sure, I knew", "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.\"", "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.", "\"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.", "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.", "coalesce slowly into the face of a red-haired man. Sharp and dear his\n voice echoed through the theater:", "I barged across the lounge and seized her hand. \"Grannie Annie! I\n haven't seen you in two years.\"", "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.", "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.", "Pompous and erect, he strode back and forth across the stage like a\n general surveying his army. His black eyes gleamed, and his thin lips\n were turned in a smile of satisfaction.", "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:", "THE JET. Inside was a deep room with booths along one wall. The place\n was all but deserted.", "From the tent opposite a gaunt figure clad in a familiar dress\n appeared. Grannie gave a single warning:\n\n\n \"Stand still!\"", "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" ], [ "\"I almost forgot, Billy-boy. I'm due at the\nSatellite\nTheater in ten\n minutes. Come on, you're going with 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.", "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", "\"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 left wing Grannie Annie appeared. She bowed and took her place\n on the dais.", "As we strode down the aisle a mangy-looking Venusian began to pound a\n tinpan piano in the pit. Grannie Annie pushed me into a seat in the\n front row.", "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.", "In a booth well toward the rear the old lady surveyed me with sober\n eyes.\n\n\n \"Billy-boy, did you see the way that crowd acted?\"", "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!", "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 gazed a long moment through binoculars. \"Billy-boy, take three\n Venusians and head across the knoll,\" she ordered. \"Ezra and I will", "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.", "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.", "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.", "There was a roar of applause from the\nSatellite\naudience. When it had\n subsided, the man continued:", "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.", "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.", "Grannie Annie lit a cigarette and flipped the match to the floor.", "Grannie Annie came to the point abruptly. When she had explained the\n object of our trip, the prospector became thoughtful." ], [ "\"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 leaped to her feet, grasped my arm and raced for the\n door. Outside a driverless hydrocar stood with idling motors. The old", "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!", "Grannie Annie fired with deliberate speed.\nI stood frozen as the diminuendo of its wild cries echoed back to me.", "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 gazed a long moment through binoculars. \"Billy-boy, take three\n Venusians and head across the knoll,\" she ordered. \"Ezra and I will", "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 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.", "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,", "\"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", "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", "From the tent opposite a gaunt figure clad in a familiar dress\n appeared. Grannie gave a single warning:\n\n\n \"Stand still!\"", "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.", "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:", "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 barged across the lounge and seized her hand. \"Grannie Annie! I\n haven't seen you in two years.\"", "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." ], [ "But we found no trouble. The scene before us lay steeped in silence.\n Moments later our two parties converged at the base of the great ship.", "guards here. The mechanism is entirely self-operating. Let's see if the\n Green Flames are more accessible.\"", "It was Karn who first sighted the ship. Striding in the lead, he\n suddenly halted at the top of a hill and leveled his arm before him.", "because I was alone, and they didn't notice me, and Darthier escaped\n because he made 'em laugh.\"", "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.\"", "bare of furnishings. But beyond the glass, revealed to us in mocking\n clarity, was a high panel, studded with dials and gauges. Even as we", "\"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.", "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.", "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.", "screen, a curious numbing drowsiness seemed to steal over me and lead\n my thoughts far away.\nHalf an hour later we headed into the unknown. The Venusian boatmen", "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.", "\"Green Flames, eh?\" he repeated slowly. \"Well yes, I suppose I could\n find that space ship again. That is, if I wanted to.\"", "Somebody had. Before us stretched a narrow corridor, flanked on the\n left side by a wall of impenetrable stepto glass. The corridor was", "A woman here...! The\nSpacemen's\nwas a sanctuary, a rest club where\n in-coming pilots and crewmen could relax before leaving for another\n voyage. The rule that no females could pass its portals was strictly\n enforced.", "A metal ladder extended from the envelope down the side of the vessel.\n Mid-way we could see a circular hatch-like door.", "A rectangular metal envelope had been constructed over the stern\n quarters of the ship. Above this structure were three tall masts. And\n suspended between them was a network of copper wire studded with white\n insulators.", "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.", "\"Yes and no. Only man I ever heard of who escaped their country outside\n of myself was the explorer, Darthier, three years ago. I got away", "\"Ye-s,\" Karn nodded. \"But like I told you before, that ship lies in\n Varsoom country, and that isn't exactly a summer vacation spot.\"", "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" ], [ "\"It's not a new kind of anything. The Green Flame is a radio-active\n rock once found on Mercury. The\nAlpha", "guards here. The mechanism is entirely self-operating. Let's see if the\n Green Flames are more accessible.\"", "\"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", "\"Green Flames, eh?\" he repeated slowly. \"Well yes, I suppose I could\n find that space ship again. That is, if I wanted to.\"", "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!\"", "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 ...\"", "\"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", "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,", "\"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", "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", "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.\"", "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.", "after the Vennox regime crashed. If a quantity of the rock were in\n existence, and it fell into the wrong hands, there'd be trouble.", "was seized and flung to the pavement. A knife appeared from nowhere,\n snipped the Martian's single lock of hair. A booted foot bludgeoned\n into his mouth.", "From the tent opposite a gaunt figure clad in a familiar dress\n appeared. Grannie gave a single warning:\n\n\n \"Stand still!\"", "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.", "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!", "There she stood before a frantically gesticulating desk clerk, leaning\n on her faded green umbrella. A little wisp of a woman clad in a", "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" ] ]

[ "Generally, which of the following best describes Brian's character? ", "Generally, which of the following best describes Crystal's character? ", "What is one potential moral to this story?", "How would you describe the changes in tone through the passage?", "If it did, how do you think Brian's opinion on the rebellion changed throughout the passage?", "Which is the best summary of this story?", "What do you think is most likely an accurate description of the rebellion?", "Do you think there is a romantic connection between Brian and Crystal?" ]

[ [ "Dutiful, oblivious, and practical", "Smart, kind hearted, and humorous", "Practical, humorous, and laid-back", "Dutiful, meek, and persistent" ], [ "Kind, quiet, and persistent", "Naive, fun, and brave", "Focused, bold, and charismatic", "Focused, meek, and understanding" ], [ "It's good to take risks and expose yourself to the world every once in a while.", "Often individuals are corrupt, and conceal their corruption well.", "Sometimes your worldviews might be wrong at first, but what matters is that you change your actions and views according to the information you have.", "Adventure is a fun and worthwhile endeavor." ], [ "From detached to intense", "From excited to calm", "From scary to tranquil", "From calm to depressing" ], [ "He's secretly a rebel from the start, but breaks his ties from the rebellion by the end.", "He's a conformist at the start, a rebel at the end.", "He's a rebel throughout, but questions his loyalties throughout the passage.", "He's a conformist throughout, but he's enticed by the idea of being a rebel at the end." ], [ "A man realizes his obliviousness and shifts his morality as a result.", "A man secretly infiltrates rebel forces to hinder their mission.", "A man loses hope for his world and gives up in the fight for justice.", "A man prevents rebel forces from overwhelming his community." ], [ "It's probably on the right side of history, given the violence of the opposition.", "It's only a disruption, stopping it is what will maximize the good in the world.", "It's just as bad as what it's fighting, a peace treaty is the most likely and the best solution.", "It's widely supported and few oppose it." ], [ "Absolutely not. They both hate each other, they're only working together out of necessity.", "Probably. Both share similar personalities that work well together.", "Unlikely. They both have known each other for a short period in which no thoughts about romance were genuinely addressed.", "Definitely. They've been through a lot together and care about each other deeply." ] ]

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[ [ "Brian struggled into a zippered overall suit as they followed a\n twisting, tortuous course for half an hour, switching from one tunnel", "\"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 his stomach had fallen down around his ankles\n and was tying his feet up. He couldn't move. The door was jammed shut", "\"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.", "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 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 slowly acquired a complexion suitable for painting fire plugs.\n\n\n \"Shut up and throw me my dressing gown.\" He gritted.", "\"The dirty, murdering rats!\" Brian's voice ripped out in a fury of\n outrage. \"They didn't have a chance!\"", "Brian Hanson looked disgustedly at Pete Brent, his lanky assistant.\n That was the first sign of animation he had displayed all day.", "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", "\"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.", "\"\nPhew!\n\" Brian gasped. \"Well, we got away that time. How in thunder\n can you do it?\"", "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.", "\"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.", "\"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.", "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.", "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", "\"Down this way, it's a short cut.\" Brian led the way to a heavily\n barred side door." ], [ "\"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.", "\"Are you crazy? Watch out—we'll crash!\"\n\n\n \"You leave the flying to me,\" Crystal snapped.", "\"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.\"", "Crystal was white and shaking, her face set in a mask of horror, as she\n climbed blindly from her ship.", "to another repeatedly until he had lost all conception of direction.\n Crystal James, at the controls, seemed to know exactly where they were\n going.", "\"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.", "huge, brilliantly lighted cavern and settled to a perfect landing. Men\n came running. Crystal tumbled out of her ship.", "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.", "\"That's them,\" Crystal said with satisfaction. \"How are the others\n doing?\"", "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.", "\"They got him!\" Crystal's voice was a moan. \"Oh, the fool, the fool!\"", "\"That's figuring it nice and close,\" Crystal said in satisfaction. \"We\n can glide in from here.\"", "\"That's what you think,\" Crystal muttered. \"Those children don't play\n for peanuts.\"", "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.", "\"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.\"", "\"But, my gosh, I didn't send anybody, chief. And this is no joke.\n That wasn't Myrtle, that was Crystal James, old man James' daughter.", "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?\"", "\"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.", "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.", "Huge boulders leaped and smashed through the matted bush around them.\n Crystal went down as the ground slipped from under her. Brian grabbed" ], [ "\"Sure I do. Guards! Guards!\"\n\n\n Someone came running.\n\n\n \"Guards are coming,\" a voice warned.", "\"Oh, let them shoot us! I can't go through that again!\"\n\n\n \"You don't have to. Wait here.\"", "\"Damn that fool kid! Leave me alone. I don't want to get out of here\n that way!\" he yelled wildly. \"Guards! Help!\"\n\n\n \"Shut up! Do you want to get us shot?\"", "\"Lay off, you crazy apes!\" he yelled furiously, but the pounding\n continued steadily. He struggled out of the bath, wrapped his damp", "\"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", "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.", "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", "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", "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", "For twenty long minutes they groped blindly through the fog, flying\n solely by instruments and dead reckoning. The needle of the fuel gauge\n flickered closer and closer to the danger point. They tore loose from", "\"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.\"", "\"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.", "\"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.", "\"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.", "He let all the problems of his work drift away, his mind was a peaceful\n blank. Then someone was hammering on his head. He struggled reluctantly", "The man was shaking, his eyes looked wild. \"They'll kill us. We've got\n to get out of here.\"", "\"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.", "\"Are you crazy? Watch out—we'll crash!\"\n\n\n \"You leave the flying to me,\" Crystal snapped.", "The door opened a little.\n\n\n \"Well, good-by now.\" The girl said sweetly. \"Remember me to the police\n force.\"", "\"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.\"" ], [ "\"Lay off, you crazy apes!\" he yelled furiously, but the pounding\n continued steadily. He struggled out of the bath, wrapped his damp", "\"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", "passage. The lights of the car showed the old working, rotten and\n crumbling, fallen in in some places and signs of new work where the\n rebels had cleared away the debris of years.", "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", "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.", "\"Sure I do. Guards! Guards!\"\n\n\n Someone came running.\n\n\n \"Guards are coming,\" a voice warned.", "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", "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", "\"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.", "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.", "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", "He let all the problems of his work drift away, his mind was a peaceful\n blank. Then someone was hammering on his head. He struggled reluctantly", "awake. It was the door that was being attacked, not his head. The\n battering thunder continued persistently. He swore and sat up.", "\"Oh, let them shoot us! I can't go through that again!\"\n\n\n \"You don't have to. Wait here.\"", "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.", "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.", "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.", "The door opened a little.\n\n\n \"Well, good-by now.\" The girl said sweetly. \"Remember me to the police\n force.\"", "Brian slowly acquired a complexion suitable for painting fire plugs.\n\n\n \"Shut up and throw me my dressing gown.\" He gritted.", "\"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" ], [ "\"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 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.", "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", "\"The dirty, murdering rats!\" Brian's voice ripped out in a fury of\n outrage. \"They didn't have a chance!\"", "\"Look! They're hit!\" Brian felt sick.\nThe slower rebel freight ship staggered drunkenly as a torpedo caught", "Brian struggled into a zippered overall suit as they followed a\n twisting, tortuous course for half an hour, switching from one tunnel", "\"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.", "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 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.", "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 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.\"", "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", "\"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.", "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 closed the door in puzzlement. What the devil had that flat-foot\n been smirking about? Well, maybe he could get his bath now.", "\"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.\"", "\"\nPhew!\n\" Brian gasped. \"Well, we got away that time. How in thunder\n can you do it?\"", "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.", "\"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.", "\"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." ], [ "\"Lay off, you crazy apes!\" he yelled furiously, but the pounding\n continued steadily. He struggled out of the bath, wrapped his damp", "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", "\"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", "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", "He let all the problems of his work drift away, his mind was a peaceful\n blank. Then someone was hammering on his head. He struggled reluctantly", "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.", "For twenty long minutes they groped blindly through the fog, flying\n solely by instruments and dead reckoning. The needle of the fuel gauge\n flickered closer and closer to the danger point. They tore loose from", "\"Oh, let them shoot us! I can't go through that again!\"\n\n\n \"You don't have to. Wait here.\"", "\"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.", "\"Sure I do. Guards! Guards!\"\n\n\n Someone came running.\n\n\n \"Guards are coming,\" a voice warned.", "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", "The door opened a little.\n\n\n \"Well, good-by now.\" The girl said sweetly. \"Remember me to the police\n force.\"", "\"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.", "\"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.\"", "\"All right! All right! I'm coming!\" He yelled, crawled out of the tub\n and reached for his bathrobe. It wasn't there. He swore some more and", "\"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.\"", "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.", "\"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", "\"They got him!\" Crystal's voice was a moan. \"Oh, the fool, the fool!\"", "\"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." ], [ "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.", "\"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.", "them. It was over in a few moments. The dead rebels drifted down into\n the mist-shrouded depths of the valley.", "\"Authority doesn't make much difference to them,\" Crystal snapped\n bitterly. \"They've been killing people all over the planet. What do you\n think this revolution is about?\"", "\"Yeah, I said rebel, an' where is she?\"\n\n\n \"She ... why ... why ... she left, of course. You don't think I was\n going to have women running around in here, do you?\"", "\"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?\"", "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.", "mines. A brand-new atomic motor gleamed incongruously at one end. The\n rebels crowded into it and they went rumbling swiftly down the echoing", "\"Sorry, sir, but one of those rebels is loose in the Administration\n Center somewhere. We're making a check-up of all the apartments.\"", "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", "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", "suffer the consequences of their own ignorance. There had been rumors\n of revolution among the disgruntled older families.", "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.", "Two of the rebels pulled a screening tarpaulin aside and revealed\n one of the old-type ore cars that must have been used in the ancient", "\"Well, you can check out; I haven't got any blasted rebels in here.\"\n The policeman's face hardened, then relaxed knowingly.", "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.", "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.", "\"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.\"", "\"The headquarters of the Carlton family. They're the closest people we\n can depend on. They've kept out of the rebellion, but they're on our\n side. They've helped us before.\"", "\"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 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", "\"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.\"", "\"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.", "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.", "Crystal screamed. \"Brian! There's more police cutting in around the\n entrance.\"", "\"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.", "\"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.", "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.", "\"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.\"", "\"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.", "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.", "\"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", "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.", "\"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.", "\"They got him!\" Crystal's voice was a moan. \"Oh, the fool, the fool!\"", "\"That's them,\" Crystal said with satisfaction. \"How are the others\n doing?\"", "Brian struggled into a zippered overall suit as they followed a\n twisting, tortuous course for half an hour, switching from one tunnel", "\"That's figuring it nice and close,\" Crystal said in satisfaction. \"We\n can glide in from here.\"" ] ]

[ "What is the relationship between the two main characters?", "Why does Click suspect that the meteor strike wasn’t accidental?", "Who does Click refer to as the “Big Producer?”", "What would have happened if Click’s camera broke in the crash?", "Why didn’t the proton gun hurt the monsters?", "What is the meaning of “palaver” in the passage?", "How does Gunther maintain his hold on power?", "Referring to the passage’s title, who was the “Monster Maker”?", "How was Gunther defeated?" ]

[ [ "Patrolman and Bodyguard", "Patrolman and Filmmaker", "Filmmaker and Bodyguard", "Patrolman and Target" ], [ "The meteor was quiet and stealthy.", "Gunther had thrown meteors before.", "The meteor was unusually hot and glowing.", "The gravity threw them out of orbit." ], [ "His boss at Cosmic Films", "The Captain of Luna Base", "A Higher Power or God", "Gunther" ], [ "Irish would have died on impact.", "They would have returned immediately to Luna Base.", "They would have caught Gunther faster.", "They would have continued to believe the monsters were real." ], [ "The monsters ran too fast.", "The proton gun was damaged in the crash.", "The monsters had thick, resistant skin.", "Irish wanted to negotiate a peace." ], [ "Fuss about Click’s constant filming", "Rambling, idle talk", "Unnecessarily elaborate escape plan", "Peace negotiations with Gunther" ], [ "Brute force", "Money", "Benevolence to his guards", "Tricks of the eye" ], [ "Click", "Human imagination", "Gunther", "Irish" ], [ "Click and Irish tricked him and his pirate guards.", "He had a heart attack.", "He surrendered.", "The U.S. Cavalry swarmed his base." ] ]

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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.", "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", "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", "\"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", "\"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.\"", "\"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!\"", "A tunnel curved, ending in light, and two men silhouetted in that\n yellow glare. Marnagan, backed against a wall, his helmet cracked,", "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'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!\"", "The monsters returned.\nA soundless deluge of them, pouring over the rubbled horizon, swarming\n in malevolent anticipation about the two men.", "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", "\"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", "\"Sure, and ain't I always smilin'? Ah, Click boy, are them tears in\n your sweet grey eyes?\"", "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", "\"Both. The other guy went after the Patrol.\"\n\n\n \"Impossible!\"\n\n\n \"I can't respect your opinion, Mr. Gunther.\"", "\"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. 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.\"", "Hathaway yelled and ran, Marnagan at his heels, lumbering. Sweat broke\n cold on his body. The immense things rolled, slithered and squirmed", "questioningly dark eyes, and his scrawny body was lost in folds of\n metal-link cloth. He glanced up from a paper-file, surprised. Before he\n could speak, Hathaway said:" ], [ "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.\"", "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", "Hathaway got hold of an idea; remembering something. He said it out:\n \"Somebody tossed that meteor, Irish. I took a picture of it, looked", "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.", "His voice came back across the distance, into Click's earphones. \"A\n door, an air-lock, Click. A tunnel leading down inside!\"", "\"I don't see no Base around.\"\nClick shrugged. \"Still doubt it? Okay. Look.\" He tapped his camera and", "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.\"", "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.", "When Click finished filming, Irish sat down to save oxygen, and used it\n up arguing about Gunther. Click came back at him:", "The guard laughed.\nThe air-lock door was still wide open when Click reached it, his head", "Marnagan winced his freckled square of face. \"It's not proof we need\n now, Click. Oxygen. And then\nfood\n. And then some way back to Earth.\"", "\"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'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 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!\"", "it right in the eye when it rolled at us, and it was poker-hot.\n Space-meteors are never hot and glowing. If it's proof you want, I've\n got it here, on film.\"", "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—\" 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", "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!\"" ], [ "When Click finished filming, Irish sat down to save oxygen, and used it\n up arguing about Gunther. Click came back at him:", "His voice came back across the distance, into Click's earphones. \"A\n door, an air-lock, Click. A tunnel leading down inside!\"", "\"I don't see no Base around.\"\nClick shrugged. \"Still doubt it? Okay. Look.\" He tapped his camera and", "\"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.\"", "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.\"", "\"Is this where the Big Producer yells CUT!?\"", "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.\"", "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.", "\"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!\"", "\"If it hadn't been for you taking them pictures, Click—\"", "\"Yeah,\" said Marnagan. \"But step outside this cave—\"\n\n\n \"If my theory is correct I'll do it, unafraid,\" said Click.", "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.\"", "\"\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?\"", "The guard laughed.\nThe air-lock door was still wide open when Click reached it, his head", "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!\"", "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.\"", "\"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?\"", "Click started running. He switched off his\nsending\naudio, kept his\nreceiving", "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.\"", "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." ], [ "\"If it hadn't been for you taking them pictures, Click—\"", "\"I don't see no Base around.\"\nClick shrugged. \"Still doubt it? Okay. Look.\" He tapped his camera and", "He didn't know what he was doing until he found the camera in his\n fingers as if it had grown there when he was born. He stood there,\n thinking \"Well, I'll at least have a few good scenes on film. I'll—\"", "camera.\nSilence came and engulfed all the noise, ate it up and swallowed it.\n Hathaway shook his head, instinctively grabbed at the camera locked", "When Click finished filming, Irish sat down to save oxygen, and used it\n up arguing about Gunther. Click came back at him:", "scared. Click Hathaway's camera was loaded and he stood there listening\n to it rack-spin film between his fingers, and he knew he was getting a\n damned sweet picture of everything that was happening.", "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.\"", "Hathaway chuckled inside, deep. What a sweet, sweet shot this was.\n His camera whirred, clicked and whirred again. Nobody stopped him", "\"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?\"", "long in following, swearing loud words. Click remembered hanging on to\n his camera and gritting to keep holding it. What a sweet shot that had", "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.", "much effort, for the camera. And then, a closeup of the thrashing death\n wall that holed them in. Click took them all, those shots, not saying", "\"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!\"", "\"Yeah,\" said Marnagan. \"But step outside this cave—\"\n\n\n \"If my theory is correct I'll do it, unafraid,\" said Click.", "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", "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.\"", "\"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 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.", "His voice came back across the distance, into Click's earphones. \"A\n door, an air-lock, Click. A tunnel leading down inside!\"", "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.\"" ], [ "after him. A blast of light. Marnagan, firing his proton-gun. Then, in\n Click's ears, the Irishman's incredulous bellow. The gun didn't hurt\n the creatures at all.", "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.", "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!\"", "\"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 monsters had failed to image the film. Marnagan was there, his hair\n like a red banner, his freckled face with the blue eyes bright in it.\n Maybe—", "Marnagan raised his proton-gun dramatically. \"Snap me this pose,\" he\n said. \"I paid your salary to trot along, photographing, we hoped,", "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.\"", "The monsters returned.\nA soundless deluge of them, pouring over the rubbled horizon, swarming\n in malevolent anticipation about the two men.", "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.", "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?\"", "The Monster Maker\nBy RAY BRADBURY\n\"Get Gunther,\" the official orders read. It\n\n was to laugh! For Click and Irish were", "air hissing slowly out of it, his face turning blue. And the guard, a\n proton gun extended stiffly before him, also in a vac-suit. The guard", "In that time we've got to trace those monsters to their source,\n Gunther's Base, fight our way in, and get fresh oxy-cannisters.\" Click", "up any moment. You think we could refocus this doohingey, project the\n monsters inside the asteroid to fool the pirates themselves?\"", "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.", "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.\"", "\"Damn your damn camera!\" yelled Marnagan. \"They might come in!\"\n\n\n \"Use your gun.\"", "as Marnagan squeezed his two-hundred-fifty pounds beside him.\n Instinctively, Hathaway added, \"Asteroid monsters! My camera! What a\n scene!\"", "\"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.\"", "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.\"" ], [ "around in that red-cropped skull. Hathaway played the palaver, too, but\n his mind was whirring faster than his camera as he spun a picture of", "\"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", "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!\"", "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.", "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.\"", "\"If you say them animals ain't there, that's all I need. Now, stand\n aside, you film-developing flea, and let an Irishman settle their", "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?\"", "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", "anything. Nobody fooled nobody with this act. Death was near and they\n had sweaty faces, dry mouths and frozen guts.", "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", "\"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!\"", "Hathaway laughed nervously. \"A pink one with yellow ruffles—Good God,\n now you've got\nme\ndoing it. Joking in the face of 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!\"", "\"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!\"", "\"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.\"", "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?\"", "\"Ain't your say-so good enough for me?\"\n\n\n \"Yes. Sure. Of course. I guess—\"", "A shouting rose from the Plaza. About fifty of Gunther's men, lounging\n on carved benches during their time-off, stirred to their feet and", "Marnagan wasn't fooling anybody. Hathaway knew the superficial palaver\n for nothing but a covering over the fast, furious thinking running" ], [ "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", "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.", "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.", "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,", "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.", "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.\"", "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?\"", "\"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.", "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!\"", "\"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", "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.\"", "\"Gunther drew us down here, sure as Ceres! That gravity change we felt\n back on that ridge, Irish; that proves it. Gunther's short on men. So,", "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.\"", "\"Everything's over with, Mr. Gunther. The Patrol is in the city now and\n we're capturing your Base. Don't try to fight. We've a thousand men\n against your eighty-five.\"", "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.", "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.\"", "Then Hathaway took a picture of Gunther slumped at his desk, the chaos\n taking place immediately outside his window.", "and fall down dead. Number three is to clutch at your side, fall down\n and twitch on the ground. Is that clear?\"" ], [ "The Monster Maker\nBy RAY BRADBURY\n\"Get Gunther,\" the official orders read. It\n\n was to laugh! For Click and Irish were", "The monsters returned.\nA soundless deluge of them, pouring over the rubbled horizon, swarming\n in malevolent anticipation about the two men.", "The monsters had failed to image the film. Marnagan was there, his hair\n like a red banner, his freckled face with the blue eyes bright in it.\n Maybe—", "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.", "Montage. Marnagan sitting, chatting at the monsters. Marnagan smiling\n for the camera. Marnagan in profile. Marnagan looking grim, without", "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.\"", "\"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!\"", "horrors. Progeny from Frankenstein's ARK. Immense crimson beasts with\n numerous legs and gnashing mandibles, brown-black creatures, some", "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.\"", "The picture of Marnagan hunched huge over the control-console,\n wrenching levers, jamming studs with freckled fists. And out in the", "\"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 yelled and ran, Marnagan at his heels, lumbering. Sweat broke\n cold on his body. The immense things rolled, slithered and squirmed", "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.\"", "as Marnagan squeezed his two-hundred-fifty pounds beside him.\n Instinctively, Hathaway added, \"Asteroid monsters! My camera! What a\n scene!\"", "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.", "\"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!\"", "\"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", "A hunk of metal teetered, fell with a crash. Marnagan elevated seven\n feet of bellowing manhood from the wreck.", "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.\"" ], [ "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.", "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", "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!\"", "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.", "\"Everything's over with, Mr. Gunther. The Patrol is in the city now and\n we're capturing your Base. Don't try to fight. We've a thousand men\n against your eighty-five.\"", "Then Hathaway took a picture of Gunther slumped at his desk, the chaos\n taking place immediately outside his window.", "\"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.", "\"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", "\"Both. The other guy went after the Patrol.\"\n\n\n \"Impossible!\"\n\n\n \"I can't respect your opinion, Mr. Gunther.\"", "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?\"", "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!\"", "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.", "started yelling. Gunther turned slowly to the huge window in one side\n of his office. He stared, hard.", "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.\"", "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.", "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.\"", "\"Gunther drew us down here, sure as Ceres! That gravity change we felt\n back on that ridge, Irish; that proves it. Gunther's short on men. So," ] ]

[ "Where was David?", "Why couldn’t David move after he first opened his eyes?", "Why did David press the button?", "What did David determine the black box was for?", "Why didn’t David awaken the woman first?", "How did suspension help the crew?", "Was the ship on target, within maximum deviation from schedule?", "What would happen if they didn’t change course?", "What is the crew’s mission?" ]

[ [ "Dead", "On Earth", "A weightless spaceship", "A small room" ], [ "He was in suspension.", "He was in a tight space.", "He had a wide seatbelt on.", "He was weightless." ], [ "He understood his name.", "The experiment was successful.", "He wanted to leave the spaceship.", "He wanted to get more information from the voice." ], [ "Storage of canned food", "A navigation device", "A device to deliver medication", "Testing equipment" ], [ "He had amnesia and forgot.", "She was important to the mission.", "He stumbled and hurt himself.", "He found her beautiful and didn’t want to harm her." ], [ "They could survive without oxygen.", "They could live on an inhospitable planet.", "They could survive with lack of gravity.", "They could travel through space for a long distance." ], [ "Yes, they were within 5 degrees", "No, they were over by 8 degrees", "Yes, they were over by only 3 degrees.", "No, they were under by 2 degrees" ], [ "They would run out of oxygen before landing.", "They would crash into the yellow-white star.", "They would be thrown out of the sun’s orbit.", "They would die before arriving back to Earth." ], [ "To conduct tests about life in space", "To experiment with suspension and memory", "To return to Earth as quickly as possible", "To explore possible planets to support life" ] ]

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[ [ "\"Your name is David Corbin.\"", "David Corbin.", "\"Your name is David Corbin. Do you understand?\"", "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", "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", "\"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.\"", "\"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.", "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.", "the belt, but the sight of us floating made him shake. He was retching\n without results when we drifted out. I followed him to the girl's\n quarters.", "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.\"", "\"You're all right now?\" he asked. I grinned and nodded an answer. I saw\n John as he was at the base, big and competent, sweating in the blazing\n sun.", "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", "in the room, as I pictured the action of the extended arm. I lost my\n sudden elation in the cabin where the girl lay. The box behind her head", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "The man looked at me and I nodded. \"We'll be there in a moment. I'm\n afraid we've got trouble.\"" ], [ "unevenly as he breathed. Finally the eyes opened and he looked at me.\n I watched him adjust to the room. It was in his eyes, wide at first,\n moving about the confines of the room back to me.", "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 rolled back his eyelid. The eyelid remained open until I closed it\n and went on. Another room ... another man ... another stranger. This", "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", "twisted my head to look for the button. I pushed away from the close\n wall but I couldn't move. I reached down to the tightness that held my", "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", "smile or move that graceful head. I rolled back her eyelid and looked\n at a deep blue eye that stared back in glassy surprise. Four people in", "the cot. His muscular body was secured by a wide belt. He was as still\n as death, motionless without warmth or breath as I hovered over him.", "sensation of place, no feeling of up or down, no direction. My back\n bumped against the ceiling and I opened my eyes to stare at the cot and\n floor. I was concentrating too hard on remembering to be frightened for", "that squatted on a shelf by his head. My hand shook when I touched\n the metal. I dared not try to operate anything. Revive the others ...\n instructions without knowledge were useless to me. I stopped looking", "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.", "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.", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nI heard the voice as I opened my eyes. I was lying down, still not\n aware of where I was, waiting for the voice.", "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", "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", "\"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", "\"Your name is David Corbin. Do you understand?\"", "Pain burned along my leg but I couldn't stop. In the first panic of\n waking up in strangeness I had missed the other doors in the passage.", "He unfastened the belt and sat up. I pushed him back as he floated up\n finding little humor in the comic expression on his face.\n\n\n \"No gravity,\" he grunted and sat back.", "WHY, Why, Why? The thought kept pounding at me. I was afraid to touch\n anything in the room. I pressed against the clear window, wondering if" ], [ "\"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.\"", "twisted my head to look for the button. I pushed away from the close\n wall but I couldn't move. I reached down to the tightness that held my", "I had a glimpse of his contorted face as I dove at the control board.\n My hands hit buttons, thumbed a switch and then a sudden force threw me", "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 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.", "\"If you understand, press button A on your right.\"\n\n\n What should I understand? That I was floating in a room that had a\n curved wall ... that nothing was right in this hostile room?", "\"Your name is David Corbin. Do you understand?\"", "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", "WHY, Why, Why? The thought kept pounding at me. I was afraid to touch\n anything in the room. I pressed against the clear window, wondering if", "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 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", "It was crazy, but I trusted the panel. It was the only thing I saw that\n could help me, guard me against another shock like seeing outside of\n the clear portholes.", "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", "\"What—made you—think of that,\" I asked weakly.\n\n\n \"Shock treatment.\"\n\n\n \"I must have acted on instinct.\"", "\"Your name is David Corbin.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"John did it. He hit the alarm figuring I would react. Listen, Paul. Is\n any one hurt?\"", "The silence was a force in itself, pressing down from the metal walls,\n driving me back to the comforting smallness of the room where I had", "I swung the massive cover off and set it down. The equipment waited for\n the touch of a button and it went into operation. I stepped back as the" ], [ "Minutes later I realized the apparatus by the cot was different. It\n was the same type of black box, but out from it was a metal arm, bent", "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", "\"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.\"", "\"Your name is David Corbin. Do you understand?\"", "box would have withstood a bullet. It couldn't be pried apart, and I\n searched again and again for a release mechanism.", "\"Your name is David Corbin.\"", "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", "It was crazy, but I trusted the panel. It was the only thing I saw that\n could help me, guard me against another shock like seeing outside of\n the clear portholes.", "I looked in the direction of the sound. Above my feet a bulkhead\n loomed. There were round dials set in a row above a speaker. Over the", "I had a glimpse of his contorted face as I dove at the control board.\n My hands hit buttons, thumbed a switch and then a sudden force threw me", "in the room, as I pictured the action of the extended arm. I lost my\n sudden elation in the cabin where the girl lay. The box behind her head", "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", "He shrugged, letting his sure hands rest on the panel of dials. I\n headed back towards the lab. If I could help her I might help myself.", "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", "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.\"", "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.", "no movement outside and I glanced back at the dials. What speeds were\n they recording? What speeds and perhaps, what distance? It was useless\n to translate the markings. They stood for anything I might guess, and", "I stared at the speaker in the wall. The mesh-covered hole and the two\n lights looked like a caricature of a face, set in a panel of dials. I", "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" ], [ "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", "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.", "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", "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", "in the room, as I pictured the action of the extended arm. I lost my\n sudden elation in the cabin where the girl lay. The box behind her head", "\"John did it. He hit the alarm figuring I would react. Listen, Paul. Is\n any one hurt?\"", "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", "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", "\"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.", "the belt, but the sight of us floating made him shake. He was retching\n without results when we drifted out. I followed him to the girl's\n quarters.", "unevenly as he breathed. Finally the eyes opened and he looked at me.\n I watched him adjust to the room. It was in his eyes, wide at first,\n moving about the confines of the room back to me.", "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 rolled back his eyelid. The eyelid remained open until I closed it\n and went on. Another room ... another man ... another stranger. This", "that squatted on a shelf by his head. My hand shook when I touched\n the metal. I dared not try to operate anything. Revive the others ...\n instructions without knowledge were useless to me. I stopped looking", "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.", "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?\"", "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.\"", "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", "twisted my head to look for the button. I pushed away from the close\n wall but I couldn't move. I reached down to the tightness that held my" ], [ "\"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?\"", "\"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.\"", "the opposite wall of a narrow gray passageway. I pushed out into it and\n grasped the metal rail that ran along the wall. I reasoned it was there\n to propel yourself through the passageway in this weightless atmosphere.", "\"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.", "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", "\"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.\"", "He unfastened the belt and sat up. I pushed him back as he floated up\n finding little humor in the comic expression on his face.\n\n\n \"No gravity,\" he grunted and sat back.", "John let go of the padded chair, grinning weakly. I was busy for a few\n seconds, feeding compensation into the gyros. Relief flooded through me", "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", "\"It is assumed the experiment is a success,\" the voice said.\n\n\n What experiment?\n\n\n \"You have been removed from suspension. Assume manual control of this\n ship.\"", "It was crazy, but I trusted the panel. It was the only thing I saw that\n could help me, guard me against another shock like seeing outside of\n the clear portholes.", "It was effortless to move. I turned on my side like a swimmer and went\n hand over hand, shooting down the corridor. I braced against forward", "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.", "Control of a ship? Going where?\n\n\n \"Do not begin operations until the others are removed from suspension.\"\n\n\n What others? Tell me what to do.", "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", "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", "floating motion, looking behind each door until I went as far as I\n could. There were two levels to the ship. They both ended in the lead\n shield that was set where the swell of the curve was biggest. It meant", "He shrugged, letting his sure hands rest on the panel of dials. I\n headed back towards the lab. If I could help her I might help myself.", "sent him winging out in a state of suspension to future\n \ncenturies ... to a dark blue world whose only defense", "I went past the room into another, where the curves were more sharp. I\n could visualize the tapering hull leading to the nose of the ship. This" ], [ "\"Rely on instructions for factoring when you check the coordinates.\n Your maximum deviation from schedule cannot exceed two degrees. Adopt\n emergency procedures as you see fit. Good luck.\"", "be right on the calculated position of the star. The radar confirmed\n my findings ... and my worst fears. When we set it for direction and\n distance, the screen glowed to life and recorded the star dead ahead.", "direction and speed from the readings and plotted our position. If I\n was right we were much closer than we wanted to be. The bright pips on\n the screen gave us the distance and size of the star while we fed the", "\"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?\"", "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", "I was to study the charts and manuals. It was better than doing\n nothing, and I went into the navigation room and sat down. Earth was", "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", "We had to get off course before we ran into the yellow-white star that\n had been picked for us. Food was set down by me, grew cold and was", "I went past the room into another, where the curves were more sharp. I\n could visualize the tapering hull leading to the nose of the ship. This", "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", "carried away and I was still rechecking the figures. We were on a line\n ten degrees above the galactic plane. The parallactic baseline from\n Earth to the single star could be in error several degrees, or we could", "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 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", "\"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 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 indicated the ship. \"Where in creation are we going?\"\n\n\n \"We set out from Earth for a single star in the direction of the center\n of our Galaxy.\"\n\n\n \"From Earth? How could we?\"", "I thought about the rest of the crew too. \"We're heading right for a\n star....\"", "floating motion, looking behind each door until I went as far as I\n could. There were two levels to the ship. They both ended in the lead\n shield that was set where the swell of the curve was biggest. It meant", "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." ], [ "we had to change course in a hurry. Carl analyzed the findings while we\n came to a decision. Somewhere along an orbit that might be two hundred\n miles across, our hypothetical planet circled this star. That distance", "\"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 had to get off course before we ran into the yellow-white star that\n had been picked for us. Food was set down by me, grew cold and was", "I thought about the rest of the crew too. \"We're heading right for a\n star....\"", "be right on the calculated position of the star. The radar confirmed\n my findings ... and my worst fears. When we set it for direction and\n distance, the screen glowed to life and recorded the star dead ahead.", "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.", "direction and speed from the readings and plotted our position. If I\n was right we were much closer than we wanted to be. The bright pips on\n the screen gave us the distance and size of the star while we fed the", "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", "room.\n\"Turn the ship. There's something dead ahead.\"", "I was to study the charts and manuals. It was better than doing\n nothing, and I went into the navigation room and sat down. Earth was", "\"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.", "\"Rely on instructions for factoring when you check the coordinates.\n Your maximum deviation from schedule cannot exceed two degrees. Adopt\n emergency procedures as you see fit. Good luck.\"", "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", "\"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?\"", "\"Who is in charge of this ship?\" I asked.\n\n\n He tensed suddenly. \"You are, sir. Why?\"", "The man looked at me and I nodded. \"We'll be there in a moment. I'm\n afraid we've got trouble.\"", "\"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?\"", "to the right. I slammed into the panel on the right, as the pressure\n of the change dimmed my vision. Reflex made me look up at the radar\n control screen.", "I went past the room into another, where the curves were more sharp. I\n could visualize the tapering hull leading to the nose of the ship. This", "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" ], [ "\"I suppose. The mission stated one chemist.\"\n\n\n \"What is the mission of this ship?\" I asked.", "I thought about the rest of the crew too. \"We're heading right for a\n star....\"", "\"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.\"", "Control of a ship? Going where?\n\n\n \"Do not begin operations until the others are removed from suspension.\"\n\n\n What others? Tell me what to do.", "I indicated the ship. \"Where in creation are we going?\"\n\n\n \"We set out from Earth for a single star in the direction of the center\n of our Galaxy.\"\n\n\n \"From Earth? How could we?\"", "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?\"", "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", "\"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?\"", "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 is assumed the experiment is a success,\" the voice said.\n\n\n What experiment?\n\n\n \"You have been removed from suspension. Assume manual control of this\n 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?\"", "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", "\"Let's move slowly, sir,\" he said. \"We're moving fast. I don't know if\n you can picture it, but we're going about one hundred thousand miles an\n hour.\"\n\n\n \"Through space?\"", "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.", "\"Rely on instructions for factoring when you check the coordinates.\n Your maximum deviation from schedule cannot exceed two degrees. Adopt\n emergency procedures as you see fit. Good luck.\"", "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", "I was to study the charts and manuals. It was better than doing\n nothing, and I went into the navigation room and sat down. Earth was", "Paul cut in. \"It's a G type star, like our own sun in mass and\n luminosity. We hope to find a planetary system capable of supporting\n life.\"" ] ]

[ "How does Retief feel about his current job?", "How does Miss Meuhl feel about her job?", "Why did Retief want to talk to the drunk?", "What was on exhibit in the Groacian parade?", "Why did the Groacians hide the ship?", "Why was Retief still upset after seeing the ship?", "What was Retief's ultimate mistake?" ]

[ [ "Unnecessarily busy and frustrated", "Happy with most, but annoyed with Miss Meuhl", "Stressed about the workload", "Confused about his duties with the position" ], [ "She enjoys training Retief to the new culture.", "She wishes to be back on her home planet. ", "She enjoys doing her job the way the Groacians like it.", "She wishes the Groacians weren't so uptight." ], [ "He wanted someone to talk to on this foreign planet.", "He wanted to know why the drunk was mad at him.", "He wanted to know what happened nine years ago.", "He didn't like how the drunk had treated him." ], [ "Groacian government officials", "people they had taken as prisoners", "animals from all over the galaxy", "people visiting from Earth" ], [ "To overthrow the government.", "They wanted to hide the Terrestrials as long as they could.", "They were afraid to admit they knew where it was.", "They wanted to keep it for further research." ], [ "He found something at the ship he wasn't expecting.", "The Groacians wouldn't show him inside of the ship.", "There was a much larger ship still unaccounted for.", "He's upset about the deceased Terrestrials he found." ], [ "Asking too many questions", "Trusting Miss Meuhl to do what he said", "Making the Groacians show him the ship", "Breaking into the Foreign Ministry" ] ]

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[ [ "\"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 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.\"", "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.", "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", "\"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.\"", "Retief looked at the four policemen. \"I see your point,\" he said.\n\n\n Fith followed him into the car, sat rigidly at the far end of the seat.", "\"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", "\"To not worry,\" Retief said, irritated. \"To pour it out and let me\n decide whether I like it.\"", "\"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.\"", "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", "\"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.\"", "\"Sit down, gentlemen,\" Retief said. They resumed their seats. Miss\n Meuhl hovered nervously, then sat on the edge of a comfortless chair.", "\"That's right,\" Retief said calmly. \"Now—\"\n\n\n \"This is absolutely the end!\" Miss Meuhl said. \"Thank heaven I've\n already—\"", "\"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.", "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", "\"Don't bother,\" Retief said. \"You know what was in those files I looked\n over this morning.\"", "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,", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"Whaffle left here three months ago,\" Retief said, \"leaving me in\n charge.\"" ], [ "Miss Meuhl emitted a shrill laugh. \"Your fantasies are getting the\n better of you,\" she gasped. \"In danger, indeed! Disposing of me! I've\n never heard anything so ridiculous.\"", "\"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about,\" Miss Meuhl snapped,\n her eyes sharp behind the heavy lenses.", "Miss Meuhl gasped audibly.", "\"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.", "\"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", "At the office, Miss Meuhl would be waiting with another list of\n complaints.", "\"Well!\" Miss Meuhl said. \"May I ask where you'll be if something comes\n up?\"\n\n\n \"I'm going over to the Foreign Office Archives.\"", "\"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—\"", "\"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.", "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", "\"I invited them here,\" Miss Meuhl spoke up. \"They are here at my\n express wish.\"", "\"Did you write all Whaffle's letters for him, Miss Meuhl?\"\n\n\n \"Consul Whaffle was an extremely busy man,\" Miss Meuhl said stiffly.\n \"He had complete confidence in me.\"", "\"I'll be back in a couple of hours,\" he said. Miss Meuhl stared after\n him silently as he closed the door.", "\"That's right,\" Retief said calmly. \"Now—\"\n\n\n \"This is absolutely the end!\" Miss Meuhl said. \"Thank heaven I've\n already—\"", "\"All our efforts,\" Miss Meuhl said, \"to live down that terrible\n episode! And you—\"", "\"Miss Meuhl,\" he said, \"in the past couple of weeks I've sat through\n six light-concerts, four attempts at chamber music, and god knows how", "\"Are you leaving the office?\" Miss Meuhl adjusted her glasses. \"I have\n some important letters here for your signature.\"", "\"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,", "\"Well,\" Miss Meuhl said, snapping off the dictyper. \"I'm sure I don't\n know what excuse I can give the Minister.\"", "\"You're out of your mind!\" Miss Meuhl stood up, quivering with\n indignation. \"You're like a ... a....\"" ], [ "\"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.\"", "\"I've changed my mind,\" Retief said to the bartender. \"To be grateful\n as hell, but to have to hurry off now.\" He followed the drunk out the", "crossway and offered further verbal familiarities to the drunken local,\n who followed, furious. Retief backed, rounded a corner into a narrow\n alley-like passage, deserted, silent ... except for the following", "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", "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.", "\"Sit down, gentlemen,\" Retief said. They resumed their seats. Miss\n Meuhl hovered nervously, then sat on the edge of a comfortless chair.", "\"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 not worry,\" Retief said, irritated. \"To pour it out and let me\n decide whether I like it.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"To enjoy a cooling drink,\" Retief said in Groacian, squatting down at\n the edge of the pit. \"To sample a true Groacian beverage.\"", "\"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.", "\"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.", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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", "\"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.", "\"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 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", "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." ], [ "curious looking creatures were captured. After being securely caged,\n they were exhibited to the gentle Groaci public. Hauled through the\n streets. Very educational, no doubt. A highly cultural show.", "The two Groacians exchanged looks.\n\n\n \"We wish to show our contrition,\" Fith said. \"We will show you the\n ship.\"", "\"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.", "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.", "\"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", "\"Any lights in here?\" he asked.\n\n\n A Groacian threw a switch. A weak bluish glow sprang up.", "\"Answer me this one,\" Retief said, looking at Shluh. \"A few years\n back—about nine, I think—there was a little parade held here. Some", "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.", "Groacian.", "direction of the Terrestrial Consulate General. The few Groacians on\n the street eyed him furtively, veered to avoid him as he passed. Flimsy", "\"Funny thing about these animals. They wore clothes. They seemed to\n communicate with each other. Altogether it was a very amusing exhibit.", "Retief studied the carving over the open doorways along the street.\n An elaborate one picked out in pinkish paint seemed to indicate the\n Groacian equivalent of a bar. Retief went in.", "A Groacian bartender was dispensing clay pots of alcoholic drink from\n the bar-pit at the center of the room. He looked at Retief and froze in\n mid-motion, a metal tube poised over a waiting pot.", "\"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 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'm going to report this terrible thing to the Groaci at once, and\n offer my profound—\"", "Fith spoke to Shluh in rapid Groacian. The police chief gestured to his\n four armed constables. They moved to ring Retief in.", "\"To begone, freak,\" the Groacian whispered.\n\n\n \"To be pals,\" Retief said. \"To be kind to dumb animals.\"" ], [ "The two Groacians exchanged looks.\n\n\n \"We wish to show our contrition,\" Fith said. \"We will show you the\n ship.\"", "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", "\"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 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.\"", "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.", "\"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—\"", "\"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—\"", "brisk time of it hiding the ship, and shutting everybody up. A close\n call, eh?\"", "\"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.\"", "answers, and stayed on to dig around a little. After a week they left.\n Somewhat annoying to the Groaci, maybe—at the most. If they were\n innocent.\"", "\"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?", "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.", "\"They never found the cruiser, did they?\"\n\n\n \"Certainly not on Groac.\"", "\"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.\"", "direction of the Terrestrial Consulate General. The few Groacians on\n the street eyed him furtively, veered to avoid him as he passed. Flimsy", "\"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.\"", "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", "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", "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.\"", "\"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—\"" ], [ "\"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.\"", "Retief walked along the raised wooden catwalk, studying the ship. Empty\n emplacements gaped below lensless scanner eyes. Littered decking was", "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.", "Retief grunted. \"Let's go inside.\"\n\n\n Shluh came forward with a hand-lamp. The party entered the ship.", "Retief clambered up a narrow companionway, glanced around the interior\n of the control compartment. Dust was thick on the deck, the stanchions", "Retief looked at the four policemen. \"I see your point,\" he said.\n\n\n Fith followed him into the car, sat rigidly at the far end of the seat.", "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.", "\"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.\"", "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.", "\"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 Groacian reached for him, missed. A passer-by stepped around him,\n head down, scuttled away. Retief backed into the opening to a narrow", "\"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.", "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 worry,\" Retief said, irritated. \"To pour it out and let me\n decide whether I like it.\"", "Outside, Retief stood for a moment looking across at the deeply carved\n windowless stucco facades lining the street, then started off in the", "\"Alas, no. They ... died.\"\n\n\n Miss Meuhl yelped faintly.\n\n\n \"I see,\" Retief said. \"They died.\"", "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", "\"The cargo compartment—\" Shluh began.\n\n\n \"I've seen enough,\" Retief said.", "\"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", "\"Alas, no. They ... died.\"\n\n\n Miss Meuhl yelped faintly.\n\n\n \"I see,\" Retief said. \"They died.\"", "\"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.", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"That's right,\" Retief said calmly. \"Now—\"\n\n\n \"This is absolutely the end!\" Miss Meuhl said. \"Thank heaven I've\n already—\"", "\"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 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.", "\"You're making a serious mistake, Shluh,\" Retief said.", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "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.", "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", "\"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 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 looked at the four policemen. \"I see your point,\" he said.\n\n\n Fith followed him into the car, sat rigidly at the far end of the seat.", "\"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.\"", "\"Sit down, gentlemen,\" Retief said. They resumed their seats. Miss\n Meuhl hovered nervously, then sat on the edge of a comfortless chair.", "\"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 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—\"" ] ]

[ "What does the narrator say is significant about horses?", "It is suggested that which of the following happens to Jimmy D? ", "What is the name of the pilot who flies Mia’s scoutship and how does she characterize his piloting style?", "What is a Mud-eater? ", "What does the narrator say was the reason for Earth’s destruction? \n\n", "What does Mia discover about the people of the planet Tintera and why does it scare her? \n\n", "Explain Mia’s reasons for referring to herself as “hell on wheels.” What is an example of this? \n\n\n\n", "How many years has it been since Mia’s people had contact with Tintera?", "What is the implied name of the green creatures Horst and his gang are herding? \n\n", "What is Mia’s relationship to Jimmy D. and how does it develop throughout the story? " ]

[ [ "Horses are a nuisance and make it hard for both colonists and scouts to get their jobs done. \n\n", "Horses make it easy for criminals to conduct their business planet to planet . ", "Horses are the reason for the colonies’ success.", "Horses are the reason for the catastrophe suffered on Earth. " ], [ "Jimmy D is killed by the bandits.", "Jimmy D refuses to help Mia, even though she wishes for him. ", "Jimmy D ends up in jail.", "Jimmy D finds Mia and helps her." ], [ "Venie Morlock. His style twists the stomach", "George Fuhonin. His style drops the stomach out of everybody. \n\n", "Jimmy D. His style is smart on the slap ", "Horst. His style is beneath the notice of a Losel" ], [ "A derogatory term for a farmer", "A derogatory term for a person who lives on a planet, instead of in space", "A derogatory term for a person whose job it is to herd Losels", "A derogatory term for a person who breeds without restraint " ], [ "Losels ", "Over population ", "Lack of horses ", "Crime " ], [ "The Tinterans are free birthers. Free birthing is breeding without restraint, which is how the Earth became over populated. This is what catalyzed the wars that eventually destroyed the solar system.", "The Tinterans have begun exploiting Losels for labor, which is against the laws of The Council. Mia knows she will have to report this back to the council, and that this will foster hostility between the scouts and the Tinterans. \n\n", "The Tinterans have learned how to build a space ship. Successfully launching a ship means that they are now a threat to the people who live in space, like Mia.\n\n", "The Tinterans know that scouts have invaded their planet, and are planning to round them up and put them in jail. " ], [ "Mia is fast. An example of this is when Mia rode Ninc away from the free breeders as fast as she could. \n\n", "Mia is frightened. An example of this is when she was approached by Horst and his gang for the second time, which scared her to the point of losing control of her mission. ", "Mia is mean. An example of this is when she refused to agree to partner up with Jimmy after they returned from their mission. ", "Mia is tough. An example of this is when she was able to strong arm her way out of trouble with Horst and his gang." ], [ "50", "200", "1000", "150" ], [ "Free Birthers", "Slims", "Squat Plodders ", "Losels" ], [ "Jimmy D. is Mia’s fellow scout. At first, Mia describes their relationship as turbulent, complaining that Jimmy always asks her to be his partner even though she’s already partners with Venie Morlock. However, when Jimmy is arrested during their mission on Tintera, Mia agrees to be his partner out of pity. \n\n", "Jimmy D. is Mia’s partner. At first, Mia describes their relationship as efficient and workable. But when competition around being the best colony scout come up, things start to change. Their partnership falls apart during their scout mission to Tintera, when Jimmy is arrested and jailed. ", "Jimmy D. is Mia’s soon to be partner. At first, Mia describes Jimmy as “a meatball,” suggesting that Jimmy is goofy and won’t prove to be a satisfactory partner. However, when Jimmy shows his smarts by saveing Mia from Horst and his grizzly gang, Mia realizes he will be a good partner after all. \n\n", "Jimmy D. is Mia’s fellow scout. At first, Mia describes how they butt heads a lot due to differences in their personalities. But as Mia begins to face the trials of her mission, she comes to miss Jimmy, wishing that Jimmy could be there with her and provide a little help. \n\n" ] ]

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[ [ "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", "cats with kittens. One of them had a string of packhorses on a line\n and he saw me and called to another who seemed to be the leader. That\n one wheeled his black horse and rode back toward 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.\"", "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.", "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.", "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.", "hills. Finally George spotted a clear area and dropped into it. They\n don't care what order you go in, so Jimmy D. jumped up, grabbed his\n gear and then led his horse down the ramp. I think he was still", "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", "it in the level below. It was narrow and made of sand spread over a\n hard base. Out of the marks in the sand, I could pick out the tracks\n of horses and both narrow and wide wheels. Other tracks I couldn't", "One of the smartest moves in history was to include horses when\n they dropped the colonies. I say \"they\" because, while we did the", "bet that half the colonies would have failed if they hadn't had horses.\nWe'd come in from the west over the ocean, so I traveled east on the", "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.", "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", "faces. But they walked on their hind legs and they had paws that were\n almost hands, and that was enough to make them seem almost human. They", "I passed two crossroads and started to meet more people, but nobody\n questioned me. I met people on horseback, and twice I met trucks moving", "The horses and packs were loaded before we went aboard the scoutship.\n The scout bay is no more than a great oversized airlock with a dozen", "The rider looked at me. When I didn't dissolve in terror as he\n expected, he shrugged and one of the other men laughed.", "The one I'd dropped the saddle on came up then. The others were putting\n the animals in the pen. He started to kick me, but Horst stopped him.", "\"No,\" he said. \"Look through the kid's gear, bring the horse and what\n we can use.\"", "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" ], [ "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", "Thinking it over, I was almost sorry I'd been stinking to Jimmy D. He's\n the only competition I have my own age. The trouble is, you don't go", "I let him run for almost a mile before I pulled him down to a walk\n again. I couldn't help wishing for Jimmy D. Whatever else he is, he's\n smart and brains I needed.", "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", "camp out, as nasty as that would be. The third was to join forces,\n though not with that meatball Jimmy D.", "hills. Finally George spotted a clear area and dropped into it. They\n don't care what order you go in, so Jimmy D. jumped up, grabbed his\n gear and then led his horse down the ramp. I think he was still", "In a minute we were airborne again. I wondered if I would ever see\n Jimmy—if he would get back alive.", "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.", "to do if he pleased. He examined his hand. There was enough moonlight\n for that. \"I ought to club you anyway,\" he said.", "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", "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", "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.", "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.\"", "It was a time I would have done better to keep my mouth shut. All I can\n remember is a flash of pain as his fist crunched against the side of my\n face and then nothing.", "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", "He was a middle-aged man, maybe as old as my Daddy. He was large and he\n had a hard face. Normal enough, but hard. He pulled to a halt when we", "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 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.\"", "No, he isn't really a meatball. The trouble is that I don't take\n nothing from nobody, especially him, and he doesn't take nothing from\n nobody, especially me. So we do a lot of fighting.", "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." ], [ "then we just ... dropped. My stomach turned flips. We didn't have to\n leave that way, but George thinks it's fun to be a hot pilot.", "I reached down into my saddlebag and brought out my contact signal.\n The scoutship swung up in the sky in a familiar movement calculated to", "The horses and packs were loaded before we went aboard the scoutship.\n The scout bay is no more than a great oversized airlock with a dozen", "bucking so hard that I knew this wasn't hot piloting at all, just plain\n idiot stutter-fingered stupidity at the controls. As it skidded by me", "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", "After we were all settled, George Fuhonin, the pilot, raised the ramps.\n We sat there for five minutes while they bled air out of our tube and", "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", "\"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.\"", "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", "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.", "The ship lifted impersonally away from Ninc and me like a rising bird,\n and in just a moment it was gone. Its gray-blue color was almost the", "hills. Finally George spotted a clear area and dropped into it. They\n don't care what order you go in, so Jimmy D. jumped up, grabbed his\n gear and then led his horse down the ramp. I think he was still", "In a minute we were airborne again. I wondered if I would ever see\n Jimmy—if he would get back alive.", "The ship swung around until it was coming back on a path almost over my\n head, going in the same direction. Then it went into a slip and started", "He said what I expected. \"Mia, do you want to go partners if we can get\n together when we get down?\"", "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", "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", "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.", "A voice there said, \"I'll be damned if I'll take another day like this\n one, Horst. We should have been here hours ago. It be your fault we're\n not.\"", "drop the stomach out of everybody aboard. George Fuhonin's style. I\n triggered the signal, my heart turning flips all the while. I didn't" ], [ "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", "been on enough to know that. A planet is all right for a Mud-eater, but\n not for me.", "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.", "They were green and grotesque. They had squat bodies, long limbs and\n knobby bulges at their joints. They had square, flat animal masks for", "a piece of fluff and break your neck. There are vegetables everywhere\n and little grubby things just looking for\nyou\nto crawl on. If you", "He had an odd way of twisting his sounds, almost as though he had a\n mouthful of mush. I wondered whether he were just an oddball or whether", "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", "He said, \"What be you doing out here, boy? Be you out of your head?\n There be escaped Losels in these woods.\"", "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.\"", "No, he isn't really a meatball. The trouble is that I don't take\n nothing from nobody, especially him, and he doesn't take nothing from\n nobody, especially me. So we do a lot of fighting.", "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", "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.", "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.", "faces. But they walked on their hind legs and they had paws that were\n almost hands, and that was enough to make them seem almost human. They", "The rider looked at me. When I didn't dissolve in terror as he\n expected, he shrugged and one of the other men laughed.", "\"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", "to do if he pleased. He examined his hand. There was enough moonlight\n for that. \"I ought to club you anyway,\" he said.", "it in the level below. It was narrow and made of sand spread over a\n hard base. Out of the marks in the sand, I could pick out the tracks\n of horses and both narrow and wide wheels. Other tracks I couldn't", "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.\"" ], [ "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.", "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.", "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", "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", "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.", "been on enough to know that. A planet is all right for a Mud-eater, but\n not for me.", "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", "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", "others like them, there wouldn't be any humans left anywhere. And I\n wouldn't be here. That may not scare you, but it scares me.", "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,", "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", "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.", "can think of anything creepier than that, you've got a real nasty\n imagination. Worst of all, planets stink. Every single one smells—I've", "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.", "spaceflight, or sink to utter destruction!\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from\n\n Worlds of If Science Fiction, July 1963.", "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.", "The ship lifted impersonally away from Ninc and me like a rising bird,\n and in just a moment it was gone. Its gray-blue color was almost the", "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.", "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.", "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", "others like them, there wouldn't be any humans left anywhere. And I\n wouldn't be here. That may not scare you, but it scares me.", "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.", "been on enough to know that. A planet is all right for a Mud-eater, but\n not for me.", "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.", "can think of anything creepier than that, you've got a real nasty\n imagination. Worst of all, planets stink. Every single one smells—I've", "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", "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.", "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", "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", "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", "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.", "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", "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.", "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.", "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.", "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,", "four\nchildren. It was the most foul thing I've ever seen. It struck me\n then—these people were Free Birthers! I felt a wave of nausea and I", "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." ], [ "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", "My name is Mia Havero. I'm fourteen, of course, or I wouldn't be", "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.", "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.\"", "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.\"", "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", "He said what I expected. \"Mia, do you want to go partners if we can get\n together when we get down?\"", "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", "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 seemed exasperated. I have that effect sometimes. Even on Mother and\n Daddy, who should know better.", "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", "No, he isn't really a meatball. The trouble is that I don't take\n nothing from nobody, especially him, and he doesn't take nothing from\n nobody, especially me. So we do a lot of fighting.", "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.", "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.", "A voice there said, \"I'll be damned if I'll take another day like this\n one, Horst. We should have been here hours ago. It be your fault we're\n not.\"", "I opened my mouth to scream—I have a good scream—but a rough smelly\n hand clamped down over it before I had a chance to get more than a", "\"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.", "\"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.\"", "bucking so hard that I knew this wasn't hot piloting at all, just plain\n idiot stutter-fingered stupidity at the controls. As it skidded by me" ], [ "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", "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", "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", "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", "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.", "My name is Mia Havero. I'm fourteen, of course, or I wouldn't be", "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.", "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.", "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.", "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", "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.", "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", "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 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,", "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?", "the dark. When the sun disappears, somehow you wonder in your stomach\n if it's really going to come back. But I lived through it—one day in\n thirty gone.", "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", "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.", "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." ], [ "They were green and grotesque. They had squat bodies, long limbs and\n knobby bulges at their joints. They had square, flat animal masks for", "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 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.", "The one I'd dropped the saddle on came up then. The others were putting\n the animals in the pen. He started to kick me, but Horst stopped him.", "backed down. It seemed to me that Horst wasn't so much objecting to me\n being kicked, but was rather establishing who did the kicking in his\n bunch.", "Horst made a disgusted sound.\n\n\n \"Don't make any noise,\" I said, \"or you'll fry. Now hand it over.\"", "\"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.\"", "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", "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.\"", "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", "\"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", "Horst stalked over and got the signal. He dropped it on the ground and\n said in a voice far colder than mine could ever be, because it was", "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.", "A voice there said, \"I'll be damned if I'll take another day like this\n one, Horst. We should have been here hours ago. It be your fault we're\n not.\"", "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.", "\"He be awfully small, Horst. I doubt me a Losel'd even notice him at\n all. We mought as well throw him back again.\"", "They didn't want to move. They didn't want to leave the rifles. I\n could see that. Horst didn't say anything. He just watched me with", "cats with kittens. One of them had a string of packhorses on a line\n and he saw me and called to another who seemed to be the leader. That\n one wheeled his black horse and rode back toward me.", "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.\"", "the green creatures, which surprised me since the ones I'd seen before\n hadn't seemed smart enough to count to one, let alone do any work." ], [ "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", "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", "I let him run for almost a mile before I pulled him down to a walk\n again. I couldn't help wishing for Jimmy D. Whatever else he is, he's\n smart and brains I needed.", "Thinking it over, I was almost sorry I'd been stinking to Jimmy D. He's\n the only competition I have my own age. The trouble is, you don't go", "camp out, as nasty as that would be. The third was to join forces,\n though not with that meatball Jimmy D.", "My name is Mia Havero. I'm fourteen, of course, or I wouldn't be", "In a minute we were airborne again. I wondered if I would ever see\n Jimmy—if he would get back alive.", "hills. Finally George spotted a clear area and dropped into it. They\n don't care what order you go in, so Jimmy D. jumped up, grabbed his\n gear and then led his horse down the ramp. I think he was still", "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 said what I expected. \"Mia, do you want to go partners if we can get\n together when we get down?\"", "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.", "No, he isn't really a meatball. The trouble is that I don't take\n nothing from nobody, especially him, and he doesn't take nothing from\n nobody, especially me. So we do a lot of fighting.", "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", "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.\"", "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.", "me. He's red-headed and has a face that makes him look about ten. An\n intelligent runt like me.", "He was a middle-aged man, maybe as old as my Daddy. He was large and he\n had a hard face. Normal enough, but hard. He pulled to a halt when we", "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", "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." ] ]

[ "What planet are the mysterious signals coming from? \n\n", "What did Myles Cabot do to establish his relationship with the peoples of Venus? ", "What best describes a Formian body?", "What is Myles Cabot’s relationship to the narrator, Mr. Farley? Evidence of this?", "After their defeat by Cupia, what do the remaining Formians travel through during their escape? What is on the other side and what do the Formians do to it?\n", "How do Formians communicate with each other?", "Who does Myles Cabot help upon returning to Poros? What does he do for them?\n\n", "Given that Formians are naturally governed by an ant queen, how does King Yuri manage to hold his position as their leader?\n", "What is the relationship between the Formians and Cupians? \n\n" ]

[ [ "Formia ", "Mars", "Venus", "Jupiter " ], [ "Myles built radios for both the Formian and Cupian people, for which each are eternally grateful. \n\n", "Myles helped resolve a violent dispute between the Cupians and the Formians, helping the Formians to victory over the Cupians. \n", "Myles helped resolve a violent dispute between the Cupians and the Formians, helping the Cupians to victory over the Formians. \n\n", "Myles usurped the Formian throne and took a Cupian for his wife in order to solidify his power over both peoples. \n\n" ], [ "Scorpion-like human ants. \n\n", "Ant-brained with a Human demeanor. \n\n", "Human-brained ants.\n\n", "Lizard-brained ants \n\n" ], [ "They are both radio engineers, and presumably bothers. Cabot built a radio set and natter-transmitting device on Farley’s rooftop. \n\n", "They met on Venus and became fast friends. Cabot helped Farley to plan a coup to usurp the arch-fiend Yuri, King of both Formia and Cupia. \n\n", "They are both radio engineers, and presumably friends. Farley allowed Cabot to built a radio set and natter-transmitting device on his farm. \n\n", "They met on Venus and became fast friends. Farley allowed Cabot to built a radio set and natter-transmitting device on his farm. \n" ], [ "Steam clouds over bloody seas. On the other side they find a new continent, which they use as fodder for military and industrial growth. \n", "Poison clouds over magma seas. On the other side they find Myles Cabot, ship wrecked on an island. They use Cabot’s knowledge to get revenge on the Cupians. \n\n", "Steam clouds over boiling seas. On the other side they find a new continent, which they dub New Formia. \n\n", "Steam clouds over bloody seas. On the other side they find a new continent inhabited by a forgotten race of Cupians, whom the Formians enslave in order to take the land as theirs. \n\n" ], [ "Via pencil and paper", "Via radio", "Via Morse code", "Via antenna" ], [ "Myles helps the Human race establish a new ant queen as their leader, replacing the Formian King Yuri who came to rule them after the war. \n", "Myles helps the humans establish a radio line between Earth and Venus, so that he can bring his Cupian wife and child to Earth. \n", "Myles helps the Cupian race establish a new ant queen as their leader, replacing the Formian King Yuri who came to rule them after the war. \n", "Myles helps the Formian race establish a new ant queen as their leader, replacing King Yuri who came to rule them after the war. \n\n" ], [ "The ant queen was both killed by and usurped by King Yuri. He perpetually inhabits the power vacuum left by her absence. \n\n", "The ant queen was killed in hand to hand combat by the Cupian uprising, leaving a power vacuum that King Yuri took advantage of. \n", "The ant queen died during the Formian escape over the boiling sea, and so King Yuri occupies the power vacuum left by he queen’s absence. \n", "The ant queen died of old age, and all other younger Formians have yet to give birth to a new queen. King Yuri will occupy the leadership position until such a birth occurs. " ], [ "Cupians and Formians were caught in a constant struggle for power over the sea, until Myles Cabot facilitated a successful Formian coup. \n", "Cupians oppressed Formians until the uprising led in part by the human, Myles Cabot. \n\n", "Formians oppressed Cupians, until the uprising led in part by the human Myles Cabot. \n", "Cupians and Formians were caught in a constant struggle for power over New Formia, until Myles Cabot facilitated married the Cupian princes and brought peace between peoples. \n" ] ]

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[ [ "had contrived and built during his previous visit to that\n planet, so as to talk with Cupians and Formians, both of\n which races are earless and converse by means of radiations", "Poor girl! How eager he was to reach her side, and save\n her from that peril, whatever it was, which had caused her\n to flash that “S O S” a hundred million miles across the\n solar system from Poros to the earth.", "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,)", "Interplanetary communication was an established fact at\n last! And not with Mars after all these years of scientific\n speculations. But what meant more to me was that I was\n again in touch with my classmate Myles Standish Cabot,\n the radio man.", "Twelve months ago he would have been available, for\n he was then quietly visiting at my farm, after five earth-years\n spent on the planet Venus, where, by the aid of radio,", "“Professor Hammond thinks that he is getting Mars on the\n air,” the voice continued.", "“Well,” he said, “in view of the fact that I am one of\n the few people among your readers who take your radio\n stories seriously, I think that Hammond is getting Venus.\n Can you run up here and help me try and convince him?”", "I exclaimed, as my eye fell on the following item:\nSIGNALS FROM MARS FAIL TO REACH HARVARD\nCambridge, Massachusetts, Wednesday. The Harvard", "The university authorities will express no opinion as to\n whether or not these messages come from Mars.\nMyles, alone of all the radio engineers of my acquaintance,", "gone to the planet Minos (which we call the Earth) to learn\n the latest discoveries and inventions there, and how his\n calculations for his return to Poros had been upset by some", "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", "“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.", "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.", "the idea flashed through his mind: “I must be on\n Mars! Or some other strange planet.” This idea was vaguely\n reminiscent of something.", "the message from the skies: “S O S, Lilla.” A thunderstorm\n had been brewing all that evening, and just as Myles\n had placed himself between the coordinate axes of his machine", "from the skies; and here he was now, millions of miles\n away through space retiring on matted silver felting on the\n concrete floor of a Porovian ant-house. Such are the mutations", "been possible to test the direction of the source of these\n waves, it appears that the direction has a twenty-four hour\n cycle, thus indicating that the origin of these waves is some\n point outside the earth.", "“We know not,” the Formian wrote in reply. “Six days\n ago he left us in his airship and flew westward. When he", "Seizing the big leaf-switch, he threw it over. The motor-generator\n began to hum. Grasping the key, the Harvard\n engineer ticked off into space: “Cabot Cabot Cabot D-E—”", "These and a hundred other similar questions flooded in\n upon the earth-man, as the Formian airship carried him, a\n captive, through the skies." ], [ "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,)", "“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.", "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.", "Interplanetary communication was an established fact at\n last! And not with Mars after all these years of scientific\n speculations. But what meant more to me was that I was\n again in touch with my classmate Myles Standish Cabot,\n the radio man.", "“Well,” he said, “in view of the fact that I am one of\n the few people among your readers who take your radio\n stories seriously, I think that Hammond is getting Venus.\n Can you run up here and help me try and convince him?”", "PLANET\nRalph Milne Farley\nI\n“It’s too bad that Myles Cabot can’t see this!”", "Twelve months ago he would have been available, for\n he was then quietly visiting at my farm, after five earth-years\n spent on the planet Venus, where, by the aid of radio,", "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!", "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.", "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:", "had contrived and built during his previous visit to that\n planet, so as to talk with Cupians and Formians, both of\n which races are earless and converse by means of radiations", "During his stay on my farm, Cabot had built the matter-transmitting\n apparatus, with which he had shot himself off\n into space on that October night on which he had received", "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", "It was my friend of the Harvard math faculty, the man\n who had analyzed the measurements of the streamline projectile\n in which Myles Cabot had shot to earth the account", "“Here we are, and here are you, in Yuriana, capitol of\n New Formia. But how is it that you, Myles Cabot, have", "“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.", "TOO MUCH STATIC\nMyles Cabot had returned to the earth to study the\n latest developments of modern terrestrial science for the", "Doggo understood, and scratched with his paw in Cupian\n shorthand on the silver sands the message: “Myles Cabot,\n you are our prisoner.”", "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.”", "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;" ], [ "situation. If it had still been in vogue among the Formians\n to be known by numbers rather than names, and to have\n these identifying numbers painted on the backs of their", "This was truly a surprise! All along Cabot had always\n regarded the Formians as mannish. And rightly so, for they", "of a Formian.", "He dreaded the paralyzing bite which Formians usually\n administer to their victims, and which he had twice experienced\n in the past; but, fortunately, it was not now\n forthcoming.", "the ant-men, and, from its appearance, was very new. On its\n outskirts further building operations were actively in progress.\n Apparently a few survivors of the accursed race of Formians", "“Then what of your empire?” Myles inquired. “No queen.\n No eggs. How can your race continue? For you Formians are\n like the ants on my own planet Minos.”", "abdomens followed by the numbers of those whom they\n had defeated in the duels so common among them, then\n many a Formian would have “got the number” of many\n another, that day.", "“How is my princess and my son, the baby king? Whence\n come all you Formians, whose race I thought had been", "“Do you remember back at Wautoosa, I told you that\n some of us lesser Formians had occasionally laid eggs? So\n now behold before you Doggo, Admiral of the Formian\n Air Navy, and mother of a new Queen Formis.”", "head of an empire of the Formians, by the Formians, and\n for the Formians exclusively.”", "“Doggo,” he wrote, “this ought to constitute you a person\n of some importance among the Formians.”", "These and a hundred other similar questions flooded in\n upon the earth-man, as the Formian airship carried him, a\n captive, through the skies.", "On a raised platform stood the ant queen, surmounted by\n a scarlet canopy, which set off the perfect proportions of\n her jet-black body. On each side of her stood six refined", "“So Yuri is king of the ants?” he asked.\n\n\n “Yes,” his captor replied, “for Queen Formis did not survive\n the trip across the boiling seas.”", "(or, rather, claws) of his old enemies, the Formians? He\n had been their prisoner before, and had escaped. Once more\n he could escape, and rescue the Princess Lilla.", "seas under the gallant leadership of Prince Yuri, the man\n with the heart of a Formian, he brought with him one of\n those powerful radio sets invented by the beast who is our", "And then events began to differ from those of the past;\n for the three other Formians halted, and Doggo advanced", "What was his horror when out of it clambered, not men\n but ants! Ants, six-footed, and six feet high. Huge ants, four\n of them, running toward him over the glistening sands.", "“We know not,” the Formian wrote in reply. “Six days\n ago he left us in his airship and flew westward. When he", "had contrived and built during his previous visit to that\n planet, so as to talk with Cupians and Formians, both of\n which races are earless and converse by means of radiations" ], [ "PLANET\nRalph Milne Farley\nI\n“It’s too bad that Myles Cabot can’t see this!”", "To make a long story short, we finally restored it, with the\n aid of some old blue prints of Cabot’s which Mrs. Farley,", "Said she: “Doesn’t the very fact that Mr. Cabot isn’t\n here suggest to you that this may be a message, not from", "“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.", "I showed the newspaper item to Mrs. Farley, and lamented\n on Cabot’s absence. Her response opened up an\n entirely new line of thought.", "“Here we are, and here are you, in Yuriana, capitol of\n New Formia. But how is it that you, Myles Cabot, have", "It was my friend of the Harvard math faculty, the man\n who had analyzed the measurements of the streamline projectile\n in which Myles Cabot had shot to earth the account", "“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.", "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.”", "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:", "through the slit-like windows. And still the two old\n friends wrote on, Myles Standish Cabot, the Bostonian, and", "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.", "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", "When Myles reached the end of reading this narrative, he\n in turn took the pad and stylus and related how he had", "required. As he completed each sheet he passed it over to\n Myles, who read as follows:", "“Only one—myself.”\n\n\n And again Doggo tore up the correspondence.\n\n\n Myles tactfully changed the subject.", "While at my farm Cabot had rigged up a huge radio\n set and a matter-transmitting apparatus, with which he had\n (presumably) shot himself back to Poros on the night of the\n big October storm which had wrecked his installation.", "returned with me to Edgartown that evening for\n the purpose of trying to repair the wrecked radio set which\n Myles Cabot had left on my farm.", "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;", "During his stay on my farm, Cabot had built the matter-transmitting\n apparatus, with which he had shot himself off\n into space on that October night on which he had received" ], [ "he had led the Cupians to victory over their oppressors,\n a human-brained race of gigantic black ants. He had driven\n the last ant from the face of continental Poros, and had", "the ant-men, and, from its appearance, was very new. On its\n outskirts further building operations were actively in progress.\n Apparently a few survivors of the accursed race of Formians", "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", "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.", "This was truly a surprise! All along Cabot had always\n regarded the Formians as mannish. And rightly so, for they", "had contrived and built during his previous visit to that\n planet, so as to talk with Cupians and Formians, both of\n which races are earless and converse by means of radiations", "situation. If it had still been in vogue among the Formians\n to be known by numbers rather than names, and to have\n these identifying numbers painted on the backs of their", "These and a hundred other similar questions flooded in\n upon the earth-man, as the Formian airship carried him, a\n captive, through the skies.", "roofs, and its occupants disembarked. Three of the ants\n advanced menacingly toward Myles, but Doggo held them\n off. Then all of the party descended down one of the ramps", "(or, rather, claws) of his old enemies, the Formians? He\n had been their prisoner before, and had escaped. Once more\n he could escape, and rescue the Princess Lilla.", "“Then what of your empire?” Myles inquired. “No queen.\n No eggs. How can your race continue? For you Formians are\n like the ants on my own planet Minos.”", "“Do you remember back at Wautoosa, I told you that\n some of us lesser Formians had occasionally laid eggs? So\n now behold before you Doggo, Admiral of the Formian\n Air Navy, and mother of a new Queen Formis.”", "performed in their own country the duties assigned to men\n among the Cupians. Furthermore, all Formians, save only\n the reigning Formis herself, were called by the Porovian", "He dreaded the paralyzing bite which Formians usually\n administer to their victims, and which he had twice experienced\n in the past; but, fortunately, it was not now\n forthcoming.", "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.", "“So Yuri is king of the ants?” he asked.\n\n\n “Yes,” his captor replied, “for Queen Formis did not survive\n the trip across the boiling seas.”", "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.", "“We know not,” the Formian wrote in reply. “Six days\n ago he left us in his airship and flew westward. When he", "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.", "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 what of your empire?” Myles inquired. “No queen.\n No eggs. How can your race continue? For you Formians are\n like the ants on my own planet Minos.”", "situation. If it had still been in vogue among the Formians\n to be known by numbers rather than names, and to have\n these identifying numbers painted on the backs of their", "had contrived and built during his previous visit to that\n planet, so as to talk with Cupians and Formians, both of\n which races are earless and converse by means of radiations", "This was truly a surprise! All along Cabot had always\n regarded the Formians as mannish. And rightly so, for they", "“Doggo,” he wrote, “this ought to constitute you a person\n of some importance among the Formians.”", "He dreaded the paralyzing bite which Formians usually\n administer to their victims, and which he had twice experienced\n in the past; but, fortunately, it was not now\n forthcoming.", "“Do you remember back at Wautoosa, I told you that\n some of us lesser Formians had occasionally laid eggs? So\n now behold before you Doggo, Admiral of the Formian\n Air Navy, and mother of a new Queen Formis.”", "head of an empire of the Formians, by the Formians, and\n for the Formians exclusively.”", "the ant-men, and, from its appearance, was very new. On its\n outskirts further building operations were actively in progress.\n Apparently a few survivors of the accursed race of Formians", "“How is my princess and my son, the baby king? Whence\n come all you Formians, whose race I thought had been", "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", "seas under the gallant leadership of Prince Yuri, the man\n with the heart of a Formian, he brought with him one of\n those powerful radio sets invented by the beast who is our", "As this dispute reached its height, a messenger ant rushed\n in and held up one paw. Cabot’s interpreter, not deeming\n this a part of the executive session, obligingly translated the\n following into writing:", "abdomens followed by the numbers of those whom they\n had defeated in the duels so common among them, then\n many a Formian would have “got the number” of many\n another, that day.", "These and a hundred other similar questions flooded in\n upon the earth-man, as the Formian airship carried him, a\n captive, through the skies.", "“So Yuri is king of the ants?” he asked.\n\n\n “Yes,” his captor replied, “for Queen Formis did not survive\n the trip across the boiling seas.”", "“We know not,” the Formian wrote in reply. “Six days\n ago he left us in his airship and flew westward. When he", "of a Formian.", "13\n\n It was a plain bare room, devoid of any furniture except\n a small table, for ant-men have no use for chairs and\n couches. The sky outside was already beginning to pinken\n with the unseen sun.", "(or, rather, claws) of his old enemies, the Formians? He\n had been their prisoner before, and had escaped. Once more\n he could escape, and rescue the Princess Lilla." ], [ "“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.", "While at my farm Cabot had rigged up a huge radio\n set and a matter-transmitting apparatus, with which he had\n (presumably) shot himself back to Poros on the night of the\n big October storm which had wrecked his installation.", "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.", "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,)", "returned with me to Edgartown that evening for\n the purpose of trying to repair the wrecked radio set which\n Myles Cabot had left on my farm.", "“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:", "When Myles reached the end of reading this narrative, he\n in turn took the pad and stylus and related how he had", "gone to the planet Minos (which we call the Earth) to learn\n the latest discoveries and inventions there, and how his\n calculations for his return to Poros had been upset by some", "To make a long story short, we finally restored it, with the\n aid of some old blue prints of Cabot’s which Mrs. Farley,", "“Here we are, and here are you, in Yuriana, capitol of\n New Formia. But how is it that you, Myles Cabot, have", "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;", "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!", "“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.”", "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.", "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,” 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.", "Doggo understood, and scratched with his paw in Cupian\n shorthand on the silver sands the message: “Myles Cabot,\n you are our prisoner.”", "required. As he completed each sheet he passed it over to\n Myles, who read as follows:", "It was my friend of the Harvard math faculty, the man\n who had analyzed the measurements of the streamline projectile\n in which Myles Cabot had shot to earth the account" ], [ "“So Yuri is king of the ants?” he asked.\n\n\n “Yes,” his captor replied, “for Queen Formis did not survive\n the trip across the boiling seas.”", "seas under the gallant leadership of Prince Yuri, the man\n with the heart of a Formian, he brought with him one of\n those powerful radio sets invented by the beast who is our", "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", "“Then what of your empire?” Myles inquired. “No queen.\n No eggs. How can your race continue? For you Formians are\n like the ants on my own planet Minos.”", "On a raised platform stood the ant queen, surmounted by\n a scarlet canopy, which set off the perfect proportions of\n her jet-black body. On each side of her stood six refined", "head of an empire of the Formians, by the Formians, and\n for the Formians exclusively.”", "“Do you remember back at Wautoosa, I told you that\n some of us lesser Formians had occasionally laid eggs? So\n now behold before you Doggo, Admiral of the Formian\n Air Navy, and mother of a new Queen Formis.”", "situation. If it had still been in vogue among the Formians\n to be known by numbers rather than names, and to have\n these identifying numbers painted on the backs of their", "the ant-men, and, from its appearance, was very new. On its\n outskirts further building operations were actively in progress.\n Apparently a few survivors of the accursed race of Formians", "This was truly a surprise! All along Cabot had always\n regarded the Formians as mannish. And rightly so, for they", "He dreaded the paralyzing bite which Formians usually\n administer to their victims, and which he had twice experienced\n in the past; but, fortunately, it was not now\n forthcoming.", "“How is my princess and my son, the baby king? Whence\n come all you Formians, whose race I thought had been", "Is it treason to support your own queen? What has become\n of the national pride of the once great Formians? Look!\n I pledge myself to the cause of Formis, rightful Queen of", "“Doggo,” he wrote, “this ought to constitute you a person\n of some importance among the Formians.”", "YURI OR FORMIS?\nThe earth-man grimaced, but then smiled. Perhaps, his\n succeeding to the toga of King Yuri might prove to be an\n omen.\n\n15", "he had led the Cupians to victory over their oppressors,\n a human-brained race of gigantic black ants. He had driven\n the last ant from the face of continental Poros, and had", "“Here we are, and here are you, in Yuriana, capitol of\n New Formia. But how is it that you, Myles Cabot, have", "performed in their own country the duties assigned to men\n among the Cupians. Furthermore, all Formians, save only\n the reigning Formis herself, were called by the Porovian", "abdomens followed by the numbers of those whom they\n had defeated in the duels so common among them, then\n many a Formian would have “got the number” of many\n another, that day.", "The earth-man, however, persisted.\n\n\n “How many of the council can you count on, if the interests\n of Yuri should clash with those of Formis?”\n\n16" ], [ "performed in their own country the duties assigned to men\n among the Cupians. Furthermore, all Formians, save only\n the reigning Formis herself, were called by the Porovian", "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.", "This was truly a surprise! All along Cabot had always\n regarded the Formians as mannish. And rightly so, for they", "had contrived and built during his previous visit to that\n planet, so as to talk with Cupians and Formians, both of\n which races are earless and converse by means of radiations", "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.", "he had led the Cupians to victory over their oppressors,\n a human-brained race of gigantic black ants. He had driven\n the last ant from the face of continental Poros, and had", "situation. If it had still been in vogue among the Formians\n to be known by numbers rather than names, and to have\n these identifying numbers painted on the backs of their", "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.", "“Then what of your empire?” Myles inquired. “No queen.\n No eggs. How can your race continue? For you Formians are\n like the ants on my own planet Minos.”", "“How is my princess and my son, the baby king? Whence\n come all you Formians, whose race I thought had been", "head of an empire of the Formians, by the Formians, and\n for the Formians exclusively.”", "These and a hundred other similar questions flooded in\n upon the earth-man, as the Formian airship carried him, a\n captive, through the skies.", "the ant-men, and, from its appearance, was very new. On its\n outskirts further building operations were actively in progress.\n Apparently a few survivors of the accursed race of Formians", "“Do you remember back at Wautoosa, I told you that\n some of us lesser Formians had occasionally laid eggs? So\n now behold before you Doggo, Admiral of the Formian\n Air Navy, and mother of a new Queen Formis.”", "“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.", "He dreaded the paralyzing bite which Formians usually\n administer to their victims, and which he had twice experienced\n in the past; but, fortunately, it was not now\n forthcoming.", "The earth-man, however, persisted.\n\n\n “How many of the council can you count on, if the interests\n of Yuri should clash with those of Formis?”\n\n16", "(or, rather, claws) of his old enemies, the Formians? He\n had been their prisoner before, and had escaped. Once more\n he could escape, and rescue the Princess Lilla.", "“So Yuri is king of the ants?” he asked.\n\n\n “Yes,” his captor replied, “for Queen Formis did not survive\n the trip across the boiling seas.”", "abdomens followed by the numbers of those whom they\n had defeated in the duels so common among them, then\n many a Formian would have “got the number” of many\n another, that day." ] ]

[ "What initially alerted people to the fault line and the onset of problems?", "What reason did the newspaper have to focus on the possible active volcano theory and not the opinion of the geographer?", "What happens that completely confirms Schwartzberg's theory?", "What is most significant about the earthquake that happens?", "About how long does the tragedy take place?", "What major change happened to the country's landscape as the tragedy continued?", "How has the new Nebraska Sea changed the climate in America? ", "What's the most unexpected result of the disaster? ", "How has America transformed as a country after the events?", "How is this article written?" ]

[ [ "Geologists were already aware of its presence and had been watching it. ", "They investigated what they thought was a forest fire, only to find it was sediment and dust. ", "The land had become so dry it was a cause of concern.", "Newspapers had established the connections of the 3 faults." ], [ "There wasn't enough evidence to disprove the active volcano theory. ", "There wasn't enough evidence to write about the fault line theory. ", "Simply that the idea of an active volcano was much more interesting to the public. ", "Joseph Schwartzberg was the only geologist saying otherwise. " ], [ "An earthquake begins, and the fault starts to settle on either side, putting everything into motion. ", "A landslip began to form along the fault, and the land continued to sink. ", "The tremors begin to increase in size.", "A new lake was beginning to settle around the Arkansas River. " ], [ "It proved that the dust volcano was alive. ", "It proved Schwartzberg's theory?", "It became a national tragedy, affecting most of the country. ", "It happened quickly and suddenly. " ], [ "About three months total. ", "Over the course of a month. ", "It all took place between September and October. ", "It's all over in a matter of hours. " ], [ "State lines were made to be different after the upsets by the earthquakes. ", "Much of the landscape is upset by the earthquakes, throwing dirt and dust everywhere. ", "Several states totally sink, and water takes its place. ", "New cliffs and fault lines continued to form. " ], [ "Because everything is now along a coastline, it's much cooler. ", "For most of the states, it's about the same. ", "It's much muggier in many places now, and unlivable in others. ", "It's brought on much warmer, more tolerable weather. " ], [ "Because of the new sea, there are no more rivers to trade by. ", "Even though millions of lives were lost, the economy is now booming due to the sea.", "Coast-to-coast travel via buses and trucks is now a thing of the past. ", "Many of the previous states have dissolved. " ], [ "With millions of their people gone, America is still finding a foothold in this new world. ", "It's now a booming maritime location, with high population and economic growth. ", "Most of the states have separated and began to live independently again. ", "The political climate has been completely upended. " ], [ "Like a factual retelling of events that have happened in America's history.", "As a scientific paper going over a tragedy that happened once in America. ", "As a theory as to what could end up happening to America one day. ", "As an obviously fictional scenario. " ] ]

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[ [ "of the land east and west of the Fault seemed no longer to have any\n relation to each other. To the west, tortured rock reared into cliffs.\n East, where sharp reports and muffled wheezes told of continued", "Land west of the Fault was holding firm, though Denver had recorded\n several small tremors; everywhere east of the Fault, to almost twenty\n miles away, the now-familiar lurch and steady fall had already sent", "As the Fault moved north and south, new areas quivered into unwelcome\n life. Fields and whole mountainsides moved with deceptive sloth down,", "of the Interior, wondered if the disturbance might not be a settling\n of the Kiowa Fault. His suggestion was mentioned on page nine or ten\n of the Monday newspapers (page 27 of the New York", "normally impassive Schwartzberg in a nationwide broadcast from the\n scene of disaster. \"No one here has ever seen anything like it.\" And\n the landslip was growing, north and south along the Fault.", "interested. Seismologists were reporting unusual activity in the area,\n tremors too severe to be rock slides. Volcanic activity? Specifically,", "of Denver; it extended south to the Arkansas River. And that was about\n all even the professionals were interested in knowing. There was never\n so much as a landslide to bring the Fault to the attention of the", "The Fault nicked off the south-east corner of Montana. It worked its\n way north along the Little Missouri. South, it ripped past Roswell, New", "bell. It was simply the tortured rock of the substrata giving way. The\n second phase of the national disaster was beginning.\nThe noise traveled due east at better than 85 miles per hour. In its", "Still, it was only a theory. It had to be proved. As the tremors grew\n bigger, along with the affected area, as several towns including", "seemed to rise a little like the edge of a hall carpet caught in a\n draft, and sank. So did the entire Mississippi and Alabama coast, at\n about the same moment. The tidal wave which was to gouge the center", "Away to the east the situation was quiet but even more ominous.\n Tremendous fissures opened up perpendicular to the Fault, and a general", "of the gallant southland have faced and withstood invasion before.\"\n Then, as ominous creakings and groanings of the earth announced the\n approach of the tidal wave, he flew out of Montgomery half an hour", "Nor was there much in the papers a few years later when it was\n suggested that the Niobrara Fault (just inside and roughly parallel to", "Newspapers in the mountain states gave it a few inches on the front\n page; anything is news in late August. And the geologists became", "Virtually all east-west land communication was suspended and the\n President declared a national emergency.\nBy 23 September the Fault was active well into Wyoming on the north,", "south\nof Thayer Street, where the fissure raced through. There\n was a sigh and a great cloud of dust, and Oklahoma subsided at the", "most violent and widespread earthquake North America—probably the\n world—has ever seen in historic times. To describe it in the simplest\n terms, land east of the Fault was settling, and at a precipitous rate.", "River afterwards recalled the hiss and scream like tearing silk as\n the water broke furiously on the newly exposed rock. It was the most\n terrible sound they had ever heard.", "of Earth—and, sooner or later, will happen again!\nEveryone—all the geologists, at any rate—had known about the Kiowa" ], [ "Times\n). The idea\n was not nearly so exciting as a volcano, even a lava-less one, and you\n couldn't draw a very dramatic picture of it.", "Newspapers in the mountain states gave it a few inches on the front\n page; anything is news in late August. And the geologists became", "the possible volcano. \"Only Active Volcano in U. S.?\" demanded the\n headlines, and some papers even left off the question mark.", "of the Interior, wondered if the disturbance might not be a settling\n of the Kiowa Fault. His suggestion was mentioned on page nine or ten\n of the Monday newspapers (page 27 of the New York", "It may seem odd that the simplest explanation was practically not\n mentioned. Only Joseph Schwartzberg, head geographer of the Department", "interested. Seismologists were reporting unusual activity in the area,\n tremors too severe to be rock slides. Volcanic activity? Specifically,", "of Earth—and, sooner or later, will happen again!\nEveryone—all the geologists, at any rate—had known about the Kiowa", "Edison were shaken to pieces by incredible earthquakes, whole bus- and\n plane-loads of geologists set out for Colorado, without even waiting\n for their university and government department to approve budgets.", "All mountain climbing was prohibited on the Eastern Slope because of\n the danger of rock slides from minor quakes. The geologists went home\n to wait.", "normally impassive Schwartzberg in a nationwide broadcast from the\n scene of disaster. \"No one here has ever seen anything like it.\" And\n the landslip was growing, north and south along the Fault.", "To excuse the other geologists, it must be said that the Kiowa Fault\n had never acted up before. It never sidestepped, never jiggled,", "of Denver; it extended south to the Arkansas River. And that was about\n all even the professionals were interested in knowing. There was never\n so much as a landslide to bring the Fault to the attention of the", "of the land east and west of the Fault seemed no longer to have any\n relation to each other. To the west, tortured rock reared into cliffs.\n East, where sharp reports and muffled wheezes told of continued", "Still, it was only a theory. It had to be proved. As the tremors grew\n bigger, along with the affected area, as several towns including", "Nor was there much in the papers a few years later when it was\n suggested that the Niobrara Fault (just inside and roughly parallel to", "the land shuddered downward in gasps and leaps. Springs burst to the\n surface in hot geysers and explosions of steam.", "never, never produced the regular shows of its little sister out in\n California, which almost daily bounced San Francisco or Los Angeles, or\n some place in between. The dust volcano was on the face of it a more", "wake the earth to the north \"just seemed to collapse on itself like\n a punctured balloon,\" read one newspaper report. \"Like a cake that's\n failed,\" said a Texarkana housewife who fortunately lived a block", "As the Fault moved north and south, new areas quivered into unwelcome\n life. Fields and whole mountainsides moved with deceptive sloth down,", "bell. It was simply the tortured rock of the substrata giving way. The\n second phase of the national disaster was beginning.\nThe noise traveled due east at better than 85 miles per hour. In its" ], [ "They found, of course, that Schwartzberg had been perfectly correct.\nThey found themselves on the scene of what was fast becoming the", "It may seem odd that the simplest explanation was practically not\n mentioned. Only Joseph Schwartzberg, head geographer of the Department", "normally impassive Schwartzberg in a nationwide broadcast from the\n scene of disaster. \"No one here has ever seen anything like it.\" And\n the landslip was growing, north and south along the Fault.", "\"Get out while you can,\" Schwartzberg urged the population of the\n affected area. \"When it's over you can come back and pick up the", "the Gulf. Schwartzberg and his geologists advised the utmost haste in\n evacuating the entire area between Colorado and Missouri, from Texas to\n North Dakota.", "Still, it was only a theory. It had to be proved. As the tremors grew\n bigger, along with the affected area, as several towns including", "Land west of the Fault was holding firm, though Denver had recorded\n several small tremors; everywhere east of the Fault, to almost twenty\n miles away, the now-familiar lurch and steady fall had already sent", "of the land east and west of the Fault seemed no longer to have any\n relation to each other. To the west, tortured rock reared into cliffs.\n East, where sharp reports and muffled wheezes told of continued", "It is not really surprising that it took so long to figure out the\n connection. The population of the states affected was in places as", "there might be a new lake the entire length of El Paso and Pueblo\n Counties. And, warned Schwartzberg, this might only be the beginning.", "The report was—no fire at all. The rising cloud was not smoke, but\n dust. Thousands of cubic feet of dry earth rising lazily on the summer", "The even more ironic solution to the problem began in the summer of\n 1973. It had been a particularly hot and dry August, and the Forestry\n Service was keeping an anxious eye out for the fires it knew it could", "Creeth carried and dragged his aged parents to the loft of their barn\n on the outskirts of town. His brother Geoffrey brought along the\n younger children and what provisions they could find—\"Mostly a ham", "of Earth—and, sooner or later, will happen again!\nEveryone—all the geologists, at any rate—had known about the Kiowa", "Edison were shaken to pieces by incredible earthquakes, whole bus- and\n plane-loads of geologists set out for Colorado, without even waiting\n for their university and government department to approve budgets.", "of the gallant southland have faced and withstood invasion before.\"\n Then, as ominous creakings and groanings of the earth announced the\n approach of the tidal wave, he flew out of Montgomery half an hour", "and about half a ton of vanilla cookies,\" he explained to his eventual\n rescuers. The barn, luckily collapsing in the vibrations as the waves", "The water had found its farthest westering. But still it poured north\n along the line of the original Fault. Irresistible fingers closed on", "bell. It was simply the tortured rock of the substrata giving way. The\n second phase of the national disaster was beginning.\nThe noise traveled due east at better than 85 miles per hour. In its", "spectacular. Her rural good-humor undamaged by an ordeal few women can\n ever have been called on to face, she added, \"We sure wondered why" ], [ "Land west of the Fault was holding firm, though Denver had recorded\n several small tremors; everywhere east of the Fault, to almost twenty\n miles away, the now-familiar lurch and steady fall had already sent", "of the Interior, wondered if the disturbance might not be a settling\n of the Kiowa Fault. His suggestion was mentioned on page nine or ten\n of the Monday newspapers (page 27 of the New York", "As the Fault moved north and south, new areas quivered into unwelcome\n life. Fields and whole mountainsides moved with deceptive sloth down,", "of the land east and west of the Fault seemed no longer to have any\n relation to each other. To the west, tortured rock reared into cliffs.\n East, where sharp reports and muffled wheezes told of continued", "bell. It was simply the tortured rock of the substrata giving way. The\n second phase of the national disaster was beginning.\nThe noise traveled due east at better than 85 miles per hour. In its", "buckling and dropping, the earth trembled downward. Atop the new\n cliffs, which seemed to grow by sudden inches from heaving rubble, dry", "most violent and widespread earthquake North America—probably the\n world—has ever seen in historic times. To describe it in the simplest\n terms, land east of the Fault was settling, and at a precipitous rate.", "Still, it was only a theory. It had to be proved. As the tremors grew\n bigger, along with the affected area, as several towns including", "interested. Seismologists were reporting unusual activity in the area,\n tremors too severe to be rock slides. Volcanic activity? Specifically,", "There the devastation was even more thorough, if less spectacular.\n Dry earth churned like mud, and rock shards weighing tons bumped and", "River afterwards recalled the hiss and scream like tearing silk as\n the water broke furiously on the newly exposed rock. It was the most\n terrible sound they had ever heard.", "of the gallant southland have faced and withstood invasion before.\"\n Then, as ominous creakings and groanings of the earth announced the\n approach of the tidal wave, he flew out of Montgomery half an hour", "normally impassive Schwartzberg in a nationwide broadcast from the\n scene of disaster. \"No one here has ever seen anything like it.\" And\n the landslip was growing, north and south along the Fault.", "south\nof Thayer Street, where the fissure raced through. There\n was a sigh and a great cloud of dust, and Oklahoma subsided at the", "of Earth—and, sooner or later, will happen again!\nEveryone—all the geologists, at any rate—had known about the Kiowa", "wake the earth to the north \"just seemed to collapse on itself like\n a punctured balloon,\" read one newspaper report. \"Like a cake that's\n failed,\" said a Texarkana housewife who fortunately lived a block", "and about half a ton of vanilla cookies,\" he explained to his eventual\n rescuers. The barn, luckily collapsing in the vibrations as the waves", "Edison were shaken to pieces by incredible earthquakes, whole bus- and\n plane-loads of geologists set out for Colorado, without even waiting\n for their university and government department to approve budgets.", "seemed to rise a little like the edge of a hall carpet caught in a\n draft, and sank. So did the entire Mississippi and Alabama coast, at\n about the same moment. The tidal wave which was to gouge the center", "Today, nearly one hundred years after the unprecedented—and happily\n unrepeated—disaster, it is hard to remember the terror and despair of" ], [ "Creeth carried and dragged his aged parents to the loft of their barn\n on the outskirts of town. His brother Geoffrey brought along the\n younger children and what provisions they could find—\"Mostly a ham", "Today, nearly one hundred years after the unprecedented—and happily\n unrepeated—disaster, it is hard to remember the terror and despair of", "On the actual scene of the disaster (or the\nscenes\n; it is impossible", "bell. It was simply the tortured rock of the substrata giving way. The\n second phase of the national disaster was beginning.\nThe noise traveled due east at better than 85 miles per hour. In its", "\"We must of played cards for four days straight,\" recalled genial\n Mrs. Creeth when she afterwards appeared on a popular television", "Perhaps the North Platte disaster had been more than anyone could take.\n 193 people had died in that one cave-in. Certainly by 7 October it had", "There wasn't much to wait for. The news got worse and worse. The Platte\n River, now, was creating a vast mud puddle where the town of Orchard", "But such lightheartedness and such happy endings were by no means\n typical. The world could only watch aghast as the water raced north", "of the gallant southland have faced and withstood invasion before.\"\n Then, as ominous creakings and groanings of the earth announced the\n approach of the tidal wave, he flew out of Montgomery half an hour", "Everyone in doomed Biloxi would have done well to have been somewhere\n else that evening. At approximately 8:30 p.m. the town shuddered,", "floods, in the usual sense. The water moved too slowly, spread itself\n with no real direction or force. But the vast sheets of sluggish water\n and jelly-like mud formed death-traps for the countless refugees now", "and rapidly approaching the border of New Mexico to the south.\n Trinchera and Branson were totally evacuated, but even so the over-all\n death toll had risen above 1,000.", "Land west of the Fault was holding firm, though Denver had recorded\n several small tremors; everywhere east of the Fault, to almost twenty\n miles away, the now-familiar lurch and steady fall had already sent", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nIt has happened a hundred times in the long history", "They found, of course, that Schwartzberg had been perfectly correct.\nThey found themselves on the scene of what was fast becoming the", "But after a week had gone by, the town of Edison, a good twenty miles\n away from the slides, was still complaining of the dust. Springs was", "It is not really surprising that it took so long to figure out the\n connection. The population of the states affected was in places as", "Still, it was only a theory. It had to be proved. As the tremors grew\n bigger, along with the affected area, as several towns including", "declared the Governor of Nebraska. \"We must sit this thing out. Be\n assured that everything possible is being done.\" But what could be\n done, with his state dropping straight down at a mean rate of a foot a", "spectacular. Her rural good-humor undamaged by an ordeal few women can\n ever have been called on to face, she added, \"We sure wondered why" ], [ "And still the landslip grew larger. The new cliffs gleamed in the\n autumn sunshine, growing higher as the land beneath them continued its\n inexorable descent.", "As the Fault moved north and south, new areas quivered into unwelcome\n life. Fields and whole mountainsides moved with deceptive sloth down,", "There the devastation was even more thorough, if less spectacular.\n Dry earth churned like mud, and rock shards weighing tons bumped and", "of the land east and west of the Fault seemed no longer to have any\n relation to each other. To the west, tortured rock reared into cliffs.\n East, where sharp reports and muffled wheezes told of continued", "under the shadow of the cliffs which occasionally crumbled, roaring,\n into the roaring waves. Day by day the relentless rush swallowed what\n had been dusty farmland, cities and towns.", "down. They danced \"like sand in a sieve\"; dry, they boiled into rubble.\n Telephone lines, railroad tracks, roads snapped and simply disappeared.", "There wasn't much to wait for. The news got worse and worse. The Platte\n River, now, was creating a vast mud puddle where the town of Orchard", "bell. It was simply the tortured rock of the substrata giving way. The\n second phase of the national disaster was beginning.\nThe noise traveled due east at better than 85 miles per hour. In its", "the land shuddered downward in gasps and leaps. Springs burst to the\n surface in hot geysers and explosions of steam.", "normally impassive Schwartzberg in a nationwide broadcast from the\n scene of disaster. \"No one here has ever seen anything like it.\" And\n the landslip was growing, north and south along the Fault.", "But such lightheartedness and such happy endings were by no means\n typical. The world could only watch aghast as the water raced north", "Today, nearly one hundred years after the unprecedented—and happily\n unrepeated—disaster, it is hard to remember the terror and despair of", "floods, in the usual sense. The water moved too slowly, spread itself\n with no real direction or force. But the vast sheets of sluggish water\n and jelly-like mud formed death-traps for the countless refugees now", "earth fissured and trembled, sliding acres at a time to fall, smoking,\n into the bucking, heaving bottom of the depression.", "Still, it was only a theory. It had to be proved. As the tremors grew\n bigger, along with the affected area, as several towns including", "On the actual scene of the disaster (or the\nscenes\n; it is impossible", "River afterwards recalled the hiss and scream like tearing silk as\n the water broke furiously on the newly exposed rock. It was the most\n terrible sound they had ever heard.", "Land west of the Fault was holding firm, though Denver had recorded\n several small tremors; everywhere east of the Fault, to almost twenty\n miles away, the now-familiar lurch and steady fall had already sent", "No one could even estimate the damage to property; almost the entirety\n of eight states, and portions of twelve others, had simply vanished", "buckling and dropping, the earth trembled downward. Atop the new\n cliffs, which seemed to grow by sudden inches from heaving rubble, dry" ], [ "from the heart of the North American continent forever.\nIt was in such a cataclysmic birth that the now-peaceful Nebraska Sea\n came to America.", "Nebraska Sea. We shall never know what the United States was like with\n its numerous coast-to-coast highways busy with trucks and private\n cars. Still, the ferry ride is certainly a welcome break after days of", "THE GREAT NEBRASKA SEA\nBy ALLAN DANZIG\n\n\n Illustrated by WOOD\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "the Appalachian Mountains, it is only a slight remnant of what it was.\n And though the Nebraska Sea today carries many times the tonnage of", "western Nebraska and the Dakotas. But when the waters came to rest\n along what is roughly the present shoreline of our inland sea, it was\n estimated that over fourteen million people had lost their lives.", "Daniel Bernd of Lincoln, Nebraska, was washed up half-drowned in a cove\n of the Wyoming cliffs, having been sucked from one end of vanished", "farmland and prairie, becoming a sea of mud beneath the sharp new\n cliffs which rose in rending line, ever taller as the land continued to\n sink, almost from Canada to the Mexican border. There were virtually no", "Carolina to the rich fields of New Mexico and the orchards of Montana,\n is directly ameliorated by the marine heart of the continent.\nWho today could imagine the United States without the majestic", "declared the Governor of Nebraska. \"We must sit this thing out. Be\n assured that everything possible is being done.\" But what could be\n done, with his state dropping straight down at a mean rate of a foot a", "Unimaginable too would have been the general growth of population\n in the states surrounding the new sea. As the water tables rose and", "The ocean had come to New Mexico.\nThe cliffs proved to be the only effective barrier against the westward\n march of the water, which turned north, gouging out lumps of rock and", "Memphis was by now a seaport. The Ozarks, islands in a mad sea, formed\n precarious havens for half-drowned humanity. Waves bit off a corner of", "Mexico, and tore down the Pecos toward Texas. All the upper reaches of\n the Missouri were standing puddles by now, and the Red River west of\n Paris, Texas, had begun to run backward.", "the tremendous price the country paid for its new sea—fourteen million\n dead, untold property destroyed—really offsets the asset we enjoy\n today. The heart of the continent, now open to the shipping of the", "The downtown section of North Platte, Nebraska, dropped eight feet,\n just like that, on the afternoon of 4 October. \"We must remain calm,\"", "By morning it was plain that all of Arkansas was going under. Waves\n advanced on Little Rock at almost 100 miles an hour, new crests", "What would the United States have become without the 5600-mile\n coastline of our inland sea? It is only within the last twenty years", "Dakotas) must have been Siberian. From contemporary accounts Missouri,\n our second California, was unbelievably muggy, almost uninhabitable\n during the summer months. Our climate today, from Ohio and North", "walking the streets of Denver, fresh ashore at Newport, only fifteen\n miles away. Or to imagine Lincoln, Fargo, Kansas City and Dallas as\n world ports and great manufacturing centers. Utterly beyond their ken", "Nebraska to the other. Similar hair-breadth escapes were recounted on\n radio and television." ], [ "Today, nearly one hundred years after the unprecedented—and happily\n unrepeated—disaster, it is hard to remember the terror and despair of", "But such lightheartedness and such happy endings were by no means\n typical. The world could only watch aghast as the water raced north", "On the actual scene of the disaster (or the\nscenes\n; it is impossible", "There the devastation was even more thorough, if less spectacular.\n Dry earth churned like mud, and rock shards weighing tons bumped and", "and about half a ton of vanilla cookies,\" he explained to his eventual\n rescuers. The barn, luckily collapsing in the vibrations as the waves", "bell. It was simply the tortured rock of the substrata giving way. The\n second phase of the national disaster was beginning.\nThe noise traveled due east at better than 85 miles per hour. In its", "spectacular. Her rural good-humor undamaged by an ordeal few women can\n ever have been called on to face, she added, \"We sure wondered why", "Creeth carried and dragged his aged parents to the loft of their barn\n on the outskirts of town. His brother Geoffrey brought along the\n younger children and what provisions they could find—\"Mostly a ham", "Land west of the Fault was holding firm, though Denver had recorded\n several small tremors; everywhere east of the Fault, to almost twenty\n miles away, the now-familiar lurch and steady fall had already sent", "floods, in the usual sense. The water moved too slowly, spread itself\n with no real direction or force. But the vast sheets of sluggish water\n and jelly-like mud formed death-traps for the countless refugees now", "normally impassive Schwartzberg in a nationwide broadcast from the\n scene of disaster. \"No one here has ever seen anything like it.\" And\n the landslip was growing, north and south along the Fault.", "Everyone in doomed Biloxi would have done well to have been somewhere\n else that evening. At approximately 8:30 p.m. the town shuddered,", "No one could even estimate the damage to property; almost the entirety\n of eight states, and portions of twelve others, had simply vanished", "The report was—no fire at all. The rising cloud was not smoke, but\n dust. Thousands of cubic feet of dry earth rising lazily on the summer", "River afterwards recalled the hiss and scream like tearing silk as\n the water broke furiously on the newly exposed rock. It was the most\n terrible sound they had ever heard.", "There wasn't much to wait for. The news got worse and worse. The Platte\n River, now, was creating a vast mud puddle where the town of Orchard", "Perhaps the North Platte disaster had been more than anyone could take.\n 193 people had died in that one cave-in. Certainly by 7 October it had", "Virtually the only people saved out of the entire population of Pierre,\n South Dakota were the six members of the Creeth family. Plucky Timothy", "down. They danced \"like sand in a sieve\"; dry, they boiled into rubble.\n Telephone lines, railroad tracks, roads snapped and simply disappeared.", "The water had found its farthest westering. But still it poured north\n along the line of the original Fault. Irresistible fingers closed on" ], [ "Today, nearly one hundred years after the unprecedented—and happily\n unrepeated—disaster, it is hard to remember the terror and despair of", "No one could even estimate the damage to property; almost the entirety\n of eight states, and portions of twelve others, had simply vanished", "now called it, they found their route blocked by eastbound cars on the\n wrong side of the road. Shops left by their fleeing owners were looted\n by refugees from further west; an American Airlines plane was wrecked", "the tremendous price the country paid for its new sea—fourteen million\n dead, untold property destroyed—really offsets the asset we enjoy\n today. The heart of the continent, now open to the shipping of the", "Carolina to the rich fields of New Mexico and the orchards of Montana,\n is directly ameliorated by the marine heart of the continent.\nWho today could imagine the United States without the majestic", "bell. It was simply the tortured rock of the substrata giving way. The\n second phase of the national disaster was beginning.\nThe noise traveled due east at better than 85 miles per hour. In its", "spectacular. Her rural good-humor undamaged by an ordeal few women can\n ever have been called on to face, she added, \"We sure wondered why", "down. They danced \"like sand in a sieve\"; dry, they boiled into rubble.\n Telephone lines, railroad tracks, roads snapped and simply disappeared.", "Everyone in doomed Biloxi would have done well to have been somewhere\n else that evening. At approximately 8:30 p.m. the town shuddered,", "Land west of the Fault was holding firm, though Denver had recorded\n several small tremors; everywhere east of the Fault, to almost twenty\n miles away, the now-familiar lurch and steady fall had already sent", "But such lightheartedness and such happy endings were by no means\n typical. The world could only watch aghast as the water raced north", "of the land east and west of the Fault seemed no longer to have any\n relation to each other. To the west, tortured rock reared into cliffs.\n East, where sharp reports and muffled wheezes told of continued", "The downtown section of North Platte, Nebraska, dropped eight feet,\n just like that, on the afternoon of 4 October. \"We must remain calm,\"", "of the gallant southland have faced and withstood invasion before.\"\n Then, as ominous creakings and groanings of the earth announced the\n approach of the tidal wave, he flew out of Montgomery half an hour", "considered to have a continuing political existence. So, though there\n are still families who proudly call themselves Oklahomans, and the\n Oklahoma Oil Company continues to pump oil from its submerged real", "Still, it was only a theory. It had to be proved. As the tremors grew\n bigger, along with the affected area, as several towns including", "The report was—no fire at all. The rising cloud was not smoke, but\n dust. Thousands of cubic feet of dry earth rising lazily on the summer", "from the heart of the North American continent forever.\nIt was in such a cataclysmic birth that the now-peaceful Nebraska Sea\n came to America.", "There the devastation was even more thorough, if less spectacular.\n Dry earth churned like mud, and rock shards weighing tons bumped and", "walking the streets of Denver, fresh ashore at Newport, only fifteen\n miles away. Or to imagine Lincoln, Fargo, Kansas City and Dallas as\n world ports and great manufacturing centers. Utterly beyond their ken" ], [ "Newspapers in the mountain states gave it a few inches on the front\n page; anything is news in late August. And the geologists became", "The report was—no fire at all. The rising cloud was not smoke, but\n dust. Thousands of cubic feet of dry earth rising lazily on the summer", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nIt has happened a hundred times in the long history", "down. They danced \"like sand in a sieve\"; dry, they boiled into rubble.\n Telephone lines, railroad tracks, roads snapped and simply disappeared.", "The even more ironic solution to the problem began in the summer of\n 1973. It had been a particularly hot and dry August, and the Forestry\n Service was keeping an anxious eye out for the fires it knew it could", "It may seem odd that the simplest explanation was practically not\n mentioned. Only Joseph Schwartzberg, head geographer of the Department", "Today, nearly one hundred years after the unprecedented—and happily\n unrepeated—disaster, it is hard to remember the terror and despair of", "of the Interior, wondered if the disturbance might not be a settling\n of the Kiowa Fault. His suggestion was mentioned on page nine or ten\n of the Monday newspapers (page 27 of the New York", "wake the earth to the north \"just seemed to collapse on itself like\n a punctured balloon,\" read one newspaper report. \"Like a cake that's\n failed,\" said a Texarkana housewife who fortunately lived a block", "rolled about like pebbles as they shivered and cracked into pebbles\n themselves. \"It looks like sand dancing in a child's sieve,\" said the", "bell. It was simply the tortured rock of the substrata giving way. The\n second phase of the national disaster was beginning.\nThe noise traveled due east at better than 85 miles per hour. In its", "Labor Day crowds read the scientific conjectures with late summer\n lassitude. Sunday supplements ran four-color artists' conceptions of", "spectacular. Her rural good-humor undamaged by an ordeal few women can\n ever have been called on to face, she added, \"We sure wondered why", "One head of the wave plunged north, eventually to spend itself in\n the hills south of Birmingham. The main sweep followed the lowest", "declared the Governor of Nebraska. \"We must sit this thing out. Be\n assured that everything possible is being done.\" But what could be\n done, with his state dropping straight down at a mean rate of a foot a", "of the gallant southland have faced and withstood invasion before.\"\n Then, as ominous creakings and groanings of the earth announced the\n approach of the tidal wave, he flew out of Montgomery half an hour", "floods, in the usual sense. The water moved too slowly, spread itself\n with no real direction or force. But the vast sheets of sluggish water\n and jelly-like mud formed death-traps for the countless refugees now", "normally impassive Schwartzberg in a nationwide broadcast from the\n scene of disaster. \"No one here has ever seen anything like it.\" And\n the landslip was growing, north and south along the Fault.", "But this is by now no more than a petty annoyance, to raise a smile\n when the talk gets around to the question of State's Rights. Not even", "to speak of anything this size in the singular) there was a horrifying\n confusion. Prairie and hill cracked open under intolerable strains as" ] ]

[ "Why do they want Macklin specifically to be the test subject?", "How would the shot theoretically cure headaches?", "Why is Macklin's reaction to the shot alarming?", "Why does the army get involved with the situation?", "Why does Macklin have objections to going back?" ]

[ [ "As a fellow scientist, he'd understand and appreciate what they're doing. ", "He's in relatively good health, meaning he'd survive the experiment and yield resutls. ", "He is a man of great importance, and people will believe him if it works. ", "He has chronic migraines, making him a good candidate." ], [ "It would address the root problem of every headache. By focusing on the core behind a headache, it can be used in any circumstance.", "It would separately address any problem that could cause a headache, from tumors to fatigue. It's built to be an answer to everything. ", "It constricts the blood vessels with an artificial virus. ", "It's not a cure at all, it's a virus. " ], [ "He's acting as if he took a narcotic, enough that Mrs. Macklin suspects that they gave him heroin?", "He's much too happy, as observed by Sidney. He's inexplicably healthy and too adjusted. ", "He seems unbothered by it, despite the fact that it should have changed his life. ", "The shot has somehow removed his intelligence. " ], [ "Macklin is a valuable asset to them, and they don't want something to happen to his intellect.", "The army is investigating Mitchell and Ferris because they gave unauthorized medical assistance. ", "Mrs. Macklin called them in to help. ", "They want to see the results of Ferris and Mitchell's trial." ], [ "He doesn't want to have to undergo another experiment. ", "He doesn't want to go back. He'd rather be \"stupid\" than having headaches and always worrying. ", "It's too risky to try the experiment again. He'd rather take his chances the way he is now. ", "He doesn't want to go back. In the state he's in, he's too \"stupid\" to realize the ramifications of what happened to him. " ] ]

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[ [ "Ferris fingered the collar of his starched lab smock. \"Guess I got\n carried away for a moment. But Macklin is exactly what we need for a\n quick, dramatic test. We've had it if he turns us down.\"", "Macklin held his head in both hands. \"Why did you two select\nme\n?\"", "\"Do you think we'll have to use force on Macklin to get him to\n cooperate in the experiment?\" Ferris asked eagerly.", "Macklin coughed. \"I don't want to overestimate my value but the\n government wouldn't like it very well if I died in the middle of this\n project. My wife would like it even less.\"", "\"Yes, I do,\" Macklin said. \"Very well. Go ahead. Give me your\n injection.\"", "\"I'm no psychiatrist,\" Mitchell said, \"but I think she wants Macklin\n stupid. Prefers it that way. She's always dominated his personal life,\n and now she can dominate him completely.\"", "\"You're right. Besides who cares if you or I are cured of headaches?\n Our reputations don't go outside our own fields,\" Mitchell said. \"But\n now Macklin—\"", "The colonel smiled thinly. \"Dr. Macklin is my concern. And everything\n that happens to him. The Army doesn't like what you have done to him.\"\n\n\n Mitchell wondered desperately just what they had done to the man.", "\"Certainly it has,\" Ferris said. \"On rats, on chimps....\"\n\n\n \"But not on humans?\" Macklin asked.\n\n\n \"Not yet,\" Mitchell admitted.", "\"Mrs. Macklin,\" the colonel began, \"these gentlemen believe they can\n cure your husband of his present condition.\"\n\n\n \"Really?\" she said. \"Did you speak to Elliot about that?\"", "For the past seven years Macklin—who\nwas\nthe Advanced Studies\n Department of Firestone University—had been involved in devising a", "he's certified incompetent, authorities can rule whether Mitchell and\n Ferris' antitoxin treatment is the best method of restoring Dr. Macklin\n to sanity.\"", "\"I suppose there's some chance of that. But without the treatment\n there is\nno\nchance of your husband regaining his right senses, Mrs.\n Macklin,\" Mitchell interjected.", "\"But he can't stop me! Not if you want me to do it. Now listen to me—I\n want you to come right on over here, El.\"\n\n\n \"If you say so,\" Macklin said uncertainly.", "\"Mrs. Macklin,\" the Army man said levelly, \"if you don't help us\n restore your husband's mind we will be forced to get a court order\n declaring him incompetent.\"", "Macklin carefully arranged his pipe along with the tools he used to\n tend it in a worn leather case. \"Tell me,\" he said, \"what is the worst\n that could happen to me?\"\n\n\n \"Low blood pressure,\" Ferris said.", "\"How can you have a specific for a number of different causes?\" Macklin\n asked. \"I know that much about the subject.\"", "\"Mrs. Macklin,\" Mitchell said quickly, \"I'm sure we can help if there\n is anything wrong with your husband. This is Dr. Ferris. I am Dr.\n Mitchell.\"", "\"Maybe not. It's a borderline case. But I think any court would give us\n the edge where restoring the mind of Elliot Macklin was concerned. Once", "\"Yes,\" Macklin said.\n\n\n \"But think,\" Ferris interjected, \"what a boon it would be if everyone\n could be cured of headaches\nforever\nby one simple injection.\"" ], [ "\"I see. Are you two saying you\nhave\nsuch a shot? Can you cure\n headaches?\"\n\n\n \"We think we can,\" Ferris said.", "\"Yes,\" Macklin said.\n\n\n \"But think,\" Ferris interjected, \"what a boon it would be if everyone\n could be cured of headaches\nforever\nby one simple injection.\"", "\"What have you done to him?\" the colonel asked straightforwardly.\n\n\n \"We merely cured him of his headaches,\" Mitchell said.\n\n\n \"How?\"", "\"We have definitely established this for this first time,\" Ferris added.\n\n\n \"That's fine,\" Macklin said, sucking on his pipe. \"And this effect that\n produces headaches is?\"", "Mitchell coughed into his fist for an instant, to give him time to\n frame an answer. \"Unfortunately, yes. Apparently if your mind functions\n properly once again you will have the headaches again. Our research is\n a dismal failure.\"", "\"Headaches,\" Mitchell agreed. \"Everybody has them at some time in his\n life. Some people have them every day. Some are driven to suicide by\n their headaches.\"", "The mathematician clamped onto his pipe and showed his teeth. \"Now you\n have me intrigued. What is it all about?\"\n\n\n \"Doctor, we understand you have severe headaches,\" Mitchell said.", "\"That may mean the end of headaches, but I would think it would mean\n the end of the race as well,\" Macklin said. \"In certain areas it is\n valuable to have a constriction of blood vessels.\"", "\"You're right. Besides who cares if you or I are cured of headaches?\n Our reputations don't go outside our own fields,\" Mitchell said. \"But\n now Macklin—\"", "run a\n large-scale field test. But we haven't the time or money for that.\n We can cure the headaches of one person and that's the limit of our\n resources.\"", "\"Yes, doctor,\" Mitchell said eagerly, \"just as you used to be.\"\n\n\n \"\nWith\nmy headaches, like before?\"", "\"I would have said the common cold,\" Macklin replied, \"but I suppose\n from what you have said you mean headaches.\"", "\"I assure you, you can forget ergotamine tartrate,\" Ferris said. \"Our\n discovery will work.\"\n\"Will work,\" Macklin said thoughtfully. \"The operative word. It\nhasn't\nworked then?\"", "\"There\nare\na number of different causes for headaches—nervous\n strain, fatigue, physical diseases from kidney complaints to tumors,", "\"You're an important man, doctor,\" Ferris said. \"Nobody would care if\n Mitchell or I cured ourselves of headaches—they might not even believe", "over-indulgence—but there is one\neffect\nof all of this, the one real\n cause of headaches,\" Mitchell announced.", "makes me violently sick to my stomach. But it's better than the\n migraine. How should I go about removing my curse?\" He reinserted the\n pipe.", "\"No, Harold, it isn't,\" Macklin admitted. \"What does your project have\n to do with my headaches?\"\n\n\n \"Doctor,\" Mitchell said, \"what would you say the most common complaint\n of man is?\"", "\"We weren't treating an illness,\" Mitchell said. \"We were discovering a\n method of treatment. What concern is it of yours?\"", "the cerebrum. It isn't more than necessary to stop headaches. But that\n necessary amount of control to stop pain is too much to allow the brain\n cells to function properly.\"" ], [ "\"It's Macklin's wife,\" Ferris said. \"Do you want to talk to her? I'm no\n good with hysterical women.\"\n\n\n \"Hysterical?\" Mitchell muttered in alarm and went to the phone.", "\"Mrs. Macklin! I think I had better talk to you later when you are\n calmer.\"\n\n\n Mitchell dropped the receiver heavily. \"What could be wrong with\n Macklin?\" he asked without removing his hand from the telephone.", "Macklin nodded. \"Troubled, anyway. Disturbed by every little thing.\n How high was up, which infinity was bigger than what infinity—say,", "Macklin coughed. \"I don't want to overestimate my value but the\n government wouldn't like it very well if I died in the middle of this\n project. My wife would like it even less.\"", "\"Yes, I do,\" Macklin said. \"Very well. Go ahead. Give me your\n injection.\"", "\"But there was a hesitation there, El. You worried for just a second if\n I could have some reason for not telling you the truth.\"\n\n\n \"I suppose so,\" Macklin said humbly.", "\"But he can't stop me! Not if you want me to do it. Now listen to me—I\n want you to come right on over here, El.\"\n\n\n \"If you say so,\" Macklin said uncertainly.", "\"I suppose there's some chance of that. But without the treatment\n there is\nno\nchance of your husband regaining his right senses, Mrs.\n Macklin,\" Mitchell interjected.", "The colonel smiled thinly. \"Dr. Macklin is my concern. And everything\n that happens to him. The Army doesn't like what you have done to him.\"\n\n\n Mitchell wondered desperately just what they had done to the man.", "\"There's nothing wrong with him,\" Ferris snapped. \"He's probably just\n trying to get us in trouble, the ingrate!\"\nMacklin's traditional ranch house was small but attractive in\n aqua-tinted aluminum.", "Macklin held his head in both hands. \"Why did you two select\nme\n?\"", "Macklin carefully arranged his pipe along with the tools he used to\n tend it in a worn leather case. \"Tell me,\" he said, \"what is the worst\n that could happen to me?\"\n\n\n \"Low blood pressure,\" Ferris said.", "\"Now, Mrs. Macklin. Neither Dr. Ferris or myself have been near your\n husband for a full day. The effects of a narcotic would have worn off\n by this time.\"", "\"Mrs. Macklin,\" Mitchell said quickly, \"I'm sure we can help if there\n is anything wrong with your husband. This is Dr. Ferris. I am Dr.\n Mitchell.\"", "\"Yes,\" Macklin said.\n\n\n \"But think,\" Ferris interjected, \"what a boon it would be if everyone\n could be cured of headaches\nforever\nby one simple injection.\"", "Ferris fingered the collar of his starched lab smock. \"Guess I got\n carried away for a moment. But Macklin is exactly what we need for a\n quick, dramatic test. We've had it if he turns us down.\"", "Elliot Macklin entered in a cloud of pipe smoke and a tweed jacket. He\n looked more than a little like a postgraduate student, and Mitchell\n suspected that that was his intention.", "Macklin ran the back of his knuckles across his forehead. \"I really\n would like to take you up on it. When I start making slips like that it", "There was a slight hesitation.\n\n\n \"Sure,\" Macklin said, \"if you say so. Why shouldn't I believe you?\"", "On the street, Mitchell watched the two men go off together in\n bewilderment.\nIV\n\n\n Macklin was playing jacks." ], [ "The colonel smiled thinly. \"Dr. Macklin is my concern. And everything\n that happens to him. The Army doesn't like what you have done to him.\"\n\n\n Mitchell wondered desperately just what they had done to the man.", "\"Mrs. Macklin,\" the Army man said levelly, \"if you don't help us\n restore your husband's mind we will be forced to get a court order\n declaring him incompetent.\"", "\"Oh, you want to know if my wife is around. No, she's asleep. That Army\n doctor, Colonel Sidney, he gave her a sedative. I wouldn't let him give\n me anything, though.\"", "\"I couldn't do that against your wishes. That would be illegal!\"\n\n\n \"If you say so. But I don't guess I can come anyway. The Army is\n watching me pretty close.\"", "Mrs. Macklin was an attractive brunette in her late thirties. She wore\n an expensive yellow dress. And she had a sharp-cornered jawline.\n\n\n The Army officer came out into the hall to meet them.", "\"What is she? A monster?\" the Army officer muttered.\n\n\n \"No,\" Mitchell said. \"She's an intelligent woman unconsciously jealous\n of her husband's genius.\"", "The Army physician stood up and brushed his knees, undusted from the\n scrupulously clean rug.\n\n\n \"What's wrong with him, Sidney?\" the other officer asked the doctor.", "Mitchell did his best to explain the F-M Virus.\n\n\n \"You mean,\" the Army officer said levelly \"you have infected him with\n some kind of a disease to rot his brain?\"", "\"It's not his decision to make,\" the colonel said. \"He's an idiot now.\"", "\"Oh, he's changed all right,\" the Army doctor answered. \"He's not the\n same man as he used to be.\"\n\n\n \"How is he different?\" Mitchell demanded.", "\"Mrs. Macklin,\" the colonel began, \"these gentlemen believe they can\n cure your husband of his present condition.\"\n\n\n \"Really?\" she said. \"Did you speak to Elliot about that?\"", "\"Can we see him?\" Mitchell asked.\n\n\n \"Why not? You can't do much worse than murder him now. That might be\n just as well. We have laws to cover that.\"", "\"Well,\" Macklin said. \"Well.\" He thumped pipe ashes out into his palm.\n \"Certainly you can get volunteers. Convicts. Conscientious objectors\n from the Army.\"", "\"I'm confident that's true, sir,\" Colonel Carson said. He turned to the\n two biologists. \"Perhaps we had better speak outside.\"", "The colonel—Mitchell spotted the eagles on his green tunic—lifted\n a heavy eyebrow. \"No? Are you medical doctors? Are you authorized to\n treat illnesses?\"", "\"To celebrate,\" Ferris said.\n\n\n The colonel shrugged. \"That's as good a reason as any.\"", "\"Maybe,\" the colonel said. \"Let's find her.\"\nThey found Mrs. Macklin in the dining room, her face at the picture\n window an attractive silhouette. She turned as the men approached.", "\"Maybe,\" Carson said. \"I don't know. I don't know what the hell to tell\n the Pentagon. I think I'll go out and get drunk.\"", "\"All I want to know is why Elliot Macklin has been made as simple as if\n he had been kicked in the head by a mule,\" Colonel Carson said.\n\n\n \"I think I can explain,\" Ferris interrupted.", "Colonel Carson opened his mouth, then closed it.\n\n\n \"That's right, Colonel. There's no use in arguing with him,\" Mitchell\n said." ], [ "\"I'm tempted,\" Macklin said hesitantly, \"but the answer is go. I mean\n '\nno", "Macklin coughed. \"I don't want to overestimate my value but the\n government wouldn't like it very well if I died in the middle of this\n project. My wife would like it even less.\"", "\"But he can't stop me! Not if you want me to do it. Now listen to me—I\n want you to come right on over here, El.\"\n\n\n \"If you say so,\" Macklin said uncertainly.", "Macklin ran the back of his knuckles across his forehead. \"I really\n would like to take you up on it. When I start making slips like that it", "She nodded. \"If those are his wishes, I can't go against them.\"\n\n\n \"But Mrs. Macklin!\" Mitchell protested. \"You will have to get a court\n order overruling your husband's wishes.\"", "\"But there was a hesitation there, El. You worried for just a second if\n I could have some reason for not telling you the truth.\"\n\n\n \"I suppose so,\" Macklin said humbly.", "Macklin nodded. \"Troubled, anyway. Disturbed by every little thing.\n How high was up, which infinity was bigger than what infinity—say,", "There was a slight hesitation.\n\n\n \"Sure,\" Macklin said, \"if you say so. Why shouldn't I believe you?\"", "\"Mrs. Macklin! I think I had better talk to you later when you are\n calmer.\"\n\n\n Mitchell dropped the receiver heavily. \"What could be wrong with\n Macklin?\" he asked without removing his hand from the telephone.", "\"I suppose there's some chance of that. But without the treatment\n there is\nno\nchance of your husband regaining his right senses, Mrs.\n Macklin,\" Mitchell interjected.", "\"Just you wait a second now, boys,\" Elliot Macklin said. He was leaning\n in the doorway, holding his pipe. \"I've been listening to what you've\n been saying and I don't like it.\"", "\"It's Macklin's wife,\" Ferris said. \"Do you want to talk to her? I'm no\n good with hysterical women.\"\n\n\n \"Hysterical?\" Mitchell muttered in alarm and went to the phone.", "Macklin held his head in both hands. \"Why did you two select\nme\n?\"", "\"I wouldn't go that far,\" Ferris remarked cheerfully.\n\n\n Mitchell was about to ask his associate what he meant when he saw\n Macklin slowly shaking his head.", "The colonel smiled thinly. \"Dr. Macklin is my concern. And everything\n that happens to him. The Army doesn't like what you have done to him.\"\n\n\n Mitchell wondered desperately just what they had done to the man.", "\"Mrs. Macklin,\" the Army man said levelly, \"if you don't help us\n restore your husband's mind we will be forced to get a court order\n declaring him incompetent.\"", "\"Mrs. Macklin,\" the colonel began, \"these gentlemen believe they can\n cure your husband of his present condition.\"\n\n\n \"Really?\" she said. \"Did you speak to Elliot about that?\"", "\"But—\" Mitchell said, impatient to examine Macklin for himself. \"Very\n well. Let's step into the hall.\"\n\n\n Ferris followed them docilely.", "\"I'm no psychiatrist,\" Mitchell said, \"but I think she wants Macklin\n stupid. Prefers it that way. She's always dominated his personal life,\n and now she can dominate him completely.\"", "Mitchell looked back at Macklin. \"Where did his wife get to, Colonel?\n I don't think that even previously he made too many personal decisions\n for himself. Perhaps she could influence him.\"" ] ]

[ "Why is it suspected that William Shawn blushed at Green's remark? ", "What's true of Ross's accounts of Shawn?", "What is the writer's view of Mehta's works?", "What stance does the writer take in regards to Tina Brown. ", "What is an underlying issue that the writer touches upon throughout the whole passage?", "How do Ross and Mehta view Brown's acquisition of the magazine?", "What best summarizes what the author has to say about William Shawn? " ]

[ [ "He was known for disallowing sexual content from his publications and was put off by the comment.", "As someone who looked into risque material himself, it piqued his curiosity. ", "The phrasing took him by surprise. It's not the answer he thought he'd receive. ", "He was prudish in nature, and he was embarrassed by it. " ], [ "She had a difficult time describing her true feelings. ", "She contradicts herself often. She describes him one way than an inverse way pages later. ", "She tells the objective truth about her and Shawn, and the relationship they shared. ", "She has a habit of glorifying Shawn. " ], [ "They found it boring. ", "They wished that Shawn set a restriction on how many words he allowed Mehta to publish. ", "They appreciate that he persisted in telling his story. ", "Like other critics, they found the growing word count intolerable. " ], [ "A neutral one. The anecdotes offered are too biased to make a judgement either way. ", "They agree with Ross, that Brown carried the same mentality as Shawn. ", "Brown's presence saddened Shawn, as evidence by him no longer reading the magazine. ", "Brown has built on William Shawn's legacy in her own way. " ], [ "The two memoirs are completely inaccurate, and thus nothing that is offered can be true. ", "Shawn clearly had deep relationships with many people. Thus, it's hard to fully understand his life and his thoughts. ", "Shawn had been cheating on his wife, and even without getting a proper divorce he still pursued Ross. ", "There are different sources with differing opinions, making it hard to infer the total truth about Shawn and later Tina Brown. " ], [ "Neither has a strong opinion on the matter, until after Shawn's death. ", "Mehta felt betrayed by being let go; Ross said she saw the same personality in her as Shawn and was glad to be invited back. ", "Ross was glad to see it brought a new interest in the magazine to Shawn, despite Mehta feeling otherwise. ", "Mehta resents that Shawn passed away so soon after her being brought on, while Ross was just happy to have a job again. " ], [ "He had a magnetic personality, as shown in the way Ross and Mehta gravitated towards him. ", "While quiet on the outside, he was a man prone to adultery.", "He was a respectable man with complexities that weren't always obvious and is hard to pin down based on the stories told of him.", "He lived a simple life and worked hard to publish his magazine. " ] ]

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[ [ "It also made me feel funny about William Shawn, whom", "William Shawn's", "Was Shawn blushing", "the table are Gill; William Shawn, then editor of The", "evidently loved William Shawn at least as much as Lillian", "This was not the explanation Shawn was expecting, Gill tells us. \"Discs of bright red begin to burn in his cheeks.\"", "editorial session, she says, Shawn blurted out his love. A", "Ross, Mehta struggles to express William Shawn's ineffable virtues.", "of prudery. He blushed because it had hit too close", "Brown betrayed the legacy of William Shawn, as Mehta", "was managing editor of The New Yorker when he hired", "Lillian Ross discloses in hers, adding that he lusted after", "of Mr. Shawn's New Yorker . The memoir takes us", "work. Green obliges. \"I once asked an old butler in", ". Shawn--\"with his usual hushed delicacy of speech and", "not inadvertently committed plagiarism. His words on Mr. Shawn", "blushing out of prudishness, as we are meant to infer?", "after Brown was appointed editor, Shawn died at the age", "chooses to divulge. Evidently, \"Bill\" and Lillian loved each", "for Ved Mehta, he reports that Shawn's favorite thing" ], [ "Moreover, Mehta writes as Shawn's adoring acolyte, whereas Ross", "you believe Mehta. Ross assures us that Mr. Shawn was", "Ross has sprinkled her memoir with clues that it is", "two new memoirs about Shawn, I wonder. \"He longed for", "dull writer whereas Ross is a famously zippy one. Moreover,", "This was not the explanation Shawn was expecting, Gill tells us. \"Discs of bright red begin to burn in his cheeks.\"", "Nobody . Compare. Mehta on Shawn: \"His words were", "Shawn was", "of Mr. Shawn's New Yorker . The memoir takes us", "Ross refers to her lover's \"very powerful masculinity,\" only to", "for Ved Mehta, he reports that Shawn's favorite thing", "Ross, Mehta struggles to express William Shawn's ineffable virtues.", "Ross, by contrast, takes a rather cheerful view of the", ". Shawn--\"with his usual hushed delicacy of speech and", "Ross writes as his longtime adulterous lover. Just knowing that", "of naivete, insight, and sensitivity,\" Ross says of Brown.", "Was Shawn blushing", "Ross' memoir. Word repetition? \"Whatever reporting Bill asked me", "Shawn sound suspiciously like those of Mr. Pooter on his", "Now, Ross seems" ], [ "Mehta's writerly", ", then and now. Of the two, Mehta's is far", "Mehta's", "so far, but Mehta's book is completely engrossing--the most", "Moreover, Mehta writes as Shawn's adoring acolyte, whereas Ross", "odd, for Mehta is reputed to be a very dull", "Mehta fiercely believes, or has she continued and built upon", "virtues. \"It is as if, Mehta, he were beyond", "supposedly soporific reporting from Washington. But Ved Mehta was", "in her vandalization of his cherished magazine. Mehta evidently", "about Mehta's daft colleagues at The New Yorker , such", "Nobody . Compare. Mehta on Shawn: \"His words were", "booting Mehta out. \"I found that she possessed--under the", "the time. (McKelway later told Mehta that if the", "you believe Mehta. Ross assures us that Mr. Shawn was", "for Ved Mehta, he reports that Shawn's favorite thing", "Both these memoirs", "dull writer whereas Ross is a famously zippy one. Moreover,", "\"My heart was too full to thank him.\" Mehta: \"I", "Ross has sprinkled her memoir with clues that it is" ], [ "Has Tina Brown", "when he was \"terminated\" by the loathed Tina Brown in", "was reading Tina Brown's New Yorker \"with new interest\" in", "the Brown dispensation. Indeed, the new editor even coaxed Ross", "Brown betrayed the legacy of William Shawn, as Mehta", "Brown. \"She, too, 'got it.' \" A few months after", "dull writer whereas Ross is a famously zippy one. Moreover,", "Ross has sprinkled her memoir with clues that it is", "Moreover, Mehta writes as Shawn's adoring acolyte, whereas Ross", "of naivete, insight, and sensitivity,\" Ross says of Brown.", "Lillian Ross discloses in hers, adding that he lusted after", "after Brown was appointed editor, Shawn died at the age", "stylish. So what if the articles were occasionally boring? It", "Ross writes as his longtime adulterous lover. Just knowing that", "Lillian Ross did, although his love was not requited in", "Lillian Ross,", "was managing editor of The New Yorker when he hired", "in the same way. He likens the revered editor to", "Ross refers to her lover's \"very powerful masculinity,\" only to", "in her vandalization of his cherished magazine. Mehta evidently" ], [ "It oozes affection and conviction, crackles with anger, and is", "presence of its absence. \"All writers, of course, have needed", "stylish. So what if the articles were occasionally boring? It", "of prudery. He blushed because it had hit too close", "loss as its overarching theme: loss of sight, of childhood,", "the author, in his ecstasies of devotion, had not", "Ross refers to her lover's \"very powerful masculinity,\" only to", "dull writer whereas Ross is a famously zippy one. Moreover,", "Lillian Ross discloses in hers, adding that he lusted after", "Or the great", "Ross has sprinkled her memoir with clues that it is", "Ross writes as his longtime adulterous lover. Just knowing that", "fact that I was not unappealing.\" During a late-night editorial", "Both these memoirs", "And long-suffering, one might infer: \"He was so careful", "the entire enchilada.\" Nice touch, that enchilada.", "But then she puts the most toe-curling clichés into his", "writerly persona, a disarming mixture of the feline and the", "he suffered a paper cut on a finger and saw", "one,\" she tells us, freely venting the inflations of her" ], [ "the Brown dispensation. Indeed, the new editor even coaxed Ross", "Moreover, Mehta writes as Shawn's adoring acolyte, whereas Ross", "in her vandalization of his cherished magazine. Mehta evidently", "you believe Mehta. Ross assures us that Mr. Shawn was", "of naivete, insight, and sensitivity,\" Ross says of Brown.", "Brown betrayed the legacy of William Shawn, as Mehta", "Ross into re-joining the magazine, just as she was booting", "hired Ross in 1945 as the magazine's second woman reporter", "Ross, Mehta struggles to express William Shawn's ineffable virtues.", "Ross, by contrast, takes a rather cheerful view of the", "the time. (McKelway later told Mehta that if the", "was reading Tina Brown's New Yorker \"with new interest\" in", "after Brown was appointed editor, Shawn died at the age", "Ross has sprinkled her memoir with clues that it is", "Ross refers to her lover's \"very powerful masculinity,\" only to", "dull writer whereas Ross is a famously zippy one. Moreover,", "when he was \"terminated\" by the loathed Tina Brown in", "booting Mehta out. \"I found that she possessed--under the", "the purchase of the magazine by the evil Si Newhouse", "Now, Ross seems" ], [ "William Shawn's", "It also made me feel funny about William Shawn, whom", "Ross, Mehta struggles to express William Shawn's ineffable virtues.", "evidently loved William Shawn at least as much as Lillian", "the table are Gill; William Shawn, then editor of The", "of Mr. Shawn's New Yorker . The memoir takes us", "Brown betrayed the legacy of William Shawn, as Mehta", "for Ved Mehta, he reports that Shawn's favorite thing", "was managing editor of The New Yorker when he hired", "Moreover, Mehta writes as Shawn's adoring acolyte, whereas Ross", "Lillian Ross discloses in hers, adding that he lusted after", "two new memoirs about Shawn, I wonder. \"He longed for", "editorial session, she says, Shawn blurted out his love. A", "Lillian Ross,", "not inadvertently committed plagiarism. His words on Mr. Shawn", ". Shawn--\"with his usual hushed delicacy of speech and", "Nobody . Compare. Mehta on Shawn: \"His words were", "I loved his New Yorker . The prose it contained--the", "chooses to divulge. Evidently, \"Bill\" and Lillian loved each", "received a very favorable review in The New Yorker ." ] ]

[ "Why was the population of the states along the three Faults so low around the late '40s?", "What could be indicated by the mention in the passage of some newspapers leaving out the question mark regarding \"Only Active Volcano in U.S.?", "Why was the idea of Joseph Schwartzberg regarding the explanation for Kiowa Fault not recognized largely by newspapers?", "How can we interpret Mr. Schwartzberg was feeling from his theory not being taken seriously?", "What could be meant by the Schwartzberg quote in the passage saying that, \"It looks like sand dancing in a child's sieve.\"?", "Why would the band of scientists fear that there might not be pieces to pick up once the affected area population returned?", "Why was mountain climbing prohibited on the Eastern Slope during the time?", "What was the second phase of the natural disaster?", "What was the effect on the Mississippi River after the disaster?", "What is now a similar experience to what was once normal for shipping centers?" ]

[ [ "Flooding from the three Faults was dangerous ", "Sheep farmers were losing ground", "The land was very dry", "It was too difficult to travel the area during that time" ], [ "The newspapers were aiming for dramatic effect by proclaiming it was indeed active", "The newspapers misprinted", "The newspapers were confirming that there was an ongoing eruption", "The newspapers were trying to pass off the dust as smoke from the volcanoes" ], [ "He lacked the credentials needed for such a proclamation", "His information was disproven very early on. ", "His theory lacked the dramatic effect that was desired", "He was not dignified enough to receive the recognition" ], [ "Frustrated because his evidentiary support showed it was logical", "Happy that he might be incorrect and it was only dust", "Disappointed that he had missed his opportunity for scientific acknowledgement. ", "Excited that it could likely be something more exciting" ], [ "The rocks and dust were quickly mixing with water and creating mud.", "The rocks and dust were disappearing.", "The swirling dust and rocks were churning substantially. ", "He was comparing the dust and rocks to a child by their minimal presence. " ], [ "They were doubting the theory by Schwartzberg.", "The damage would be too substantial and there would nothing left to salvage.", "They feared that no one would escape alive. ", "Theft in the area was also on the rise." ], [ "The rocks were shifting too fast and the paths could be confusing", "The flooding was too substantial ", "They feared the danger of rock slides", "Rescue missions were too dangerous due to the sand storms " ], [ "The falling rock that was giving way.", "The dust clouds that were taking over.", "The flock of refugees seeking safety. ", "Annoyingly loud noises that halted progress on rebuilding." ], [ "It has grown substantially.", "It has increased river shipping", "It has merged with the Missouri", "It has diminished to only a fraction of what it once was" ], [ "The Cross-Canada Throughway ", "Traveling ashore to Newport", "Traveling to the Oklahoma Oil Company", "Traveling through the fringe of Kansas" ] ]

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[ [ "Land west of the Fault was holding firm, though Denver had recorded\n several small tremors; everywhere east of the Fault, to almost twenty\n miles away, the now-familiar lurch and steady fall had already sent", "It was still a matter of academic interest when in the late '40s\n geologists speculated on the relationship between the Kiowa Fault and", "of Denver; it extended south to the Arkansas River. And that was about\n all even the professionals were interested in knowing. There was never\n so much as a landslide to bring the Fault to the attention of the", "of the land east and west of the Fault seemed no longer to have any\n relation to each other. To the west, tortured rock reared into cliffs.\n East, where sharp reports and muffled wheezes told of continued", "The Fault nicked off the south-east corner of Montana. It worked its\n way north along the Little Missouri. South, it ripped past Roswell, New", "Nor was there much in the papers a few years later when it was\n suggested that the Niobrara Fault (just inside and roughly parallel to", "It is not really surprising that it took so long to figure out the\n connection. The population of the states affected was in places as", "As the Fault moved north and south, new areas quivered into unwelcome\n life. Fields and whole mountainsides moved with deceptive sloth down,", "most violent and widespread earthquake North America—probably the\n world—has ever seen in historic times. To describe it in the simplest\n terms, land east of the Fault was settling, and at a precipitous rate.", "of the Interior, wondered if the disturbance might not be a settling\n of the Kiowa Fault. His suggestion was mentioned on page nine or ten\n of the Monday newspapers (page 27 of the New York", "Virtually all east-west land communication was suspended and the\n President declared a national emergency.\nBy 23 September the Fault was active well into Wyoming on the north,", "Fault for years. That was before there was anything very interesting\n to know about it. The first survey of Colorado traced its course north\n and south in the narrow valley of Kiowa Creek about twenty miles east", "No one could even estimate the damage to property; almost the entirety\n of eight states, and portions of twelve others, had simply vanished", "declared the Governor of Nebraska. \"We must sit this thing out. Be\n assured that everything possible is being done.\" But what could be\n done, with his state dropping straight down at a mean rate of a foot a", "normally impassive Schwartzberg in a nationwide broadcast from the\n scene of disaster. \"No one here has ever seen anything like it.\" And\n the landslip was growing, north and south along the Fault.", "low as five people per square mile! The land was so dry it seemed\n impossible that it could ever be used except for sheep-farming.", "Away to the east the situation was quiet but even more ominous.\n Tremendous fissures opened up perpendicular to the Fault, and a general", "subsidence of the land was noticeable well into Kansas and Nebraska.\n The western borders of these states, and soon of the Dakotas and\n Oklahoma as well, were slowly sinking.", "To excuse the other geologists, it must be said that the Kiowa Fault\n had never acted up before. It never sidestepped, never jiggled,", "western Nebraska and the Dakotas. But when the waters came to rest\n along what is roughly the present shoreline of our inland sea, it was\n estimated that over fourteen million people had lost their lives." ], [ "the possible volcano. \"Only Active Volcano in U. S.?\" demanded the\n headlines, and some papers even left off the question mark.", "of the Interior, wondered if the disturbance might not be a settling\n of the Kiowa Fault. His suggestion was mentioned on page nine or ten\n of the Monday newspapers (page 27 of the New York", "Times\n). The idea\n was not nearly so exciting as a volcano, even a lava-less one, and you\n couldn't draw a very dramatic picture of it.", "Newspapers in the mountain states gave it a few inches on the front\n page; anything is news in late August. And the geologists became", "interested. Seismologists were reporting unusual activity in the area,\n tremors too severe to be rock slides. Volcanic activity? Specifically,", "never, never produced the regular shows of its little sister out in\n California, which almost daily bounced San Francisco or Los Angeles, or\n some place in between. The dust volcano was on the face of it a more", "It may seem odd that the simplest explanation was practically not\n mentioned. Only Joseph Schwartzberg, head geographer of the Department", "declared the Governor of Nebraska. \"We must sit this thing out. Be\n assured that everything possible is being done.\" But what could be\n done, with his state dropping straight down at a mean rate of a foot a", "wake the earth to the north \"just seemed to collapse on itself like\n a punctured balloon,\" read one newspaper report. \"Like a cake that's\n failed,\" said a Texarkana housewife who fortunately lived a block", "Nor was there much in the papers a few years later when it was\n suggested that the Niobrara Fault (just inside and roughly parallel to", "of Denver; it extended south to the Arkansas River. And that was about\n all even the professionals were interested in knowing. There was never\n so much as a landslide to bring the Fault to the attention of the", "Fortunately it was decided some years ago that Oklahoma, only one of\n the eight to have completely disappeared, could not in any sense be", "normally impassive Schwartzberg in a nationwide broadcast from the\n scene of disaster. \"No one here has ever seen anything like it.\" And\n the landslip was growing, north and south along the Fault.", "of the land east and west of the Fault seemed no longer to have any\n relation to each other. To the west, tortured rock reared into cliffs.\n East, where sharp reports and muffled wheezes told of continued", "The report was—no fire at all. The rising cloud was not smoke, but\n dust. Thousands of cubic feet of dry earth rising lazily on the summer", "bell. It was simply the tortured rock of the substrata giving way. The\n second phase of the national disaster was beginning.\nThe noise traveled due east at better than 85 miles per hour. In its", "of the gallant southland have faced and withstood invasion before.\"\n Then, as ominous creakings and groanings of the earth announced the\n approach of the tidal wave, he flew out of Montgomery half an hour", "\"We couldn't hear any shouts, of course, not that far away and with all\n the noise,\" said Dan Weaver, Mayor of Carlsbad. \"But we knew there", "Land west of the Fault was holding firm, though Denver had recorded\n several small tremors; everywhere east of the Fault, to almost twenty\n miles away, the now-familiar lurch and steady fall had already sent", "walking the streets of Denver, fresh ashore at Newport, only fifteen\n miles away. Or to imagine Lincoln, Fargo, Kansas City and Dallas as\n world ports and great manufacturing centers. Utterly beyond their ken" ], [ "It may seem odd that the simplest explanation was practically not\n mentioned. Only Joseph Schwartzberg, head geographer of the Department", "of the Interior, wondered if the disturbance might not be a settling\n of the Kiowa Fault. His suggestion was mentioned on page nine or ten\n of the Monday newspapers (page 27 of the New York", "Nor was there much in the papers a few years later when it was\n suggested that the Niobrara Fault (just inside and roughly parallel to", "To excuse the other geologists, it must be said that the Kiowa Fault\n had never acted up before. It never sidestepped, never jiggled,", "Newspapers in the mountain states gave it a few inches on the front\n page; anything is news in late August. And the geologists became", "It was still a matter of academic interest when in the late '40s\n geologists speculated on the relationship between the Kiowa Fault and", "normally impassive Schwartzberg in a nationwide broadcast from the\n scene of disaster. \"No one here has ever seen anything like it.\" And\n the landslip was growing, north and south along the Fault.", "Fault for years. That was before there was anything very interesting\n to know about it. The first survey of Colorado traced its course north\n and south in the narrow valley of Kiowa Creek about twenty miles east", "of Denver; it extended south to the Arkansas River. And that was about\n all even the professionals were interested in knowing. There was never\n so much as a landslide to bring the Fault to the attention of the", "the Gulf. Schwartzberg and his geologists advised the utmost haste in\n evacuating the entire area between Colorado and Missouri, from Texas to\n North Dakota.", "They found, of course, that Schwartzberg had been perfectly correct.\nThey found themselves on the scene of what was fast becoming the", "Times\n). The idea\n was not nearly so exciting as a volcano, even a lava-less one, and you\n couldn't draw a very dramatic picture of it.", "of Earth—and, sooner or later, will happen again!\nEveryone—all the geologists, at any rate—had known about the Kiowa", "The Fault nicked off the south-east corner of Montana. It worked its\n way north along the Little Missouri. South, it ripped past Roswell, New", "Land west of the Fault was holding firm, though Denver had recorded\n several small tremors; everywhere east of the Fault, to almost twenty\n miles away, the now-familiar lurch and steady fall had already sent", "It is not really surprising that it took so long to figure out the\n connection. The population of the states affected was in places as", "of the land east and west of the Fault seemed no longer to have any\n relation to each other. To the west, tortured rock reared into cliffs.\n East, where sharp reports and muffled wheezes told of continued", "wake the earth to the north \"just seemed to collapse on itself like\n a punctured balloon,\" read one newspaper report. \"Like a cake that's\n failed,\" said a Texarkana housewife who fortunately lived a block", "Edison were shaken to pieces by incredible earthquakes, whole bus- and\n plane-loads of geologists set out for Colorado, without even waiting\n for their university and government department to approve budgets.", "the eastern border of Wyoming) was a northerly extension of the Kiowa.\n By the mid sixties it was definitely established that the three Faults" ], [ "It may seem odd that the simplest explanation was practically not\n mentioned. Only Joseph Schwartzberg, head geographer of the Department", "They found, of course, that Schwartzberg had been perfectly correct.\nThey found themselves on the scene of what was fast becoming the", "normally impassive Schwartzberg in a nationwide broadcast from the\n scene of disaster. \"No one here has ever seen anything like it.\" And\n the landslip was growing, north and south along the Fault.", "\"Get out while you can,\" Schwartzberg urged the population of the\n affected area. \"When it's over you can come back and pick up the", "pieces.\" But the band of scientists who had rallied to his leadership\n privately wondered if there would be any pieces.", "the Gulf. Schwartzberg and his geologists advised the utmost haste in\n evacuating the entire area between Colorado and Missouri, from Texas to\n North Dakota.", "Still, it was only a theory. It had to be proved. As the tremors grew\n bigger, along with the affected area, as several towns including", "Labor Day crowds read the scientific conjectures with late summer\n lassitude. Sunday supplements ran four-color artists' conceptions of", "The report was—no fire at all. The rising cloud was not smoke, but\n dust. Thousands of cubic feet of dry earth rising lazily on the summer", "of the gallant southland have faced and withstood invasion before.\"\n Then, as ominous creakings and groanings of the earth announced the\n approach of the tidal wave, he flew out of Montgomery half an hour", "of the Interior, wondered if the disturbance might not be a settling\n of the Kiowa Fault. His suggestion was mentioned on page nine or ten\n of the Monday newspapers (page 27 of the New York", "rolled about like pebbles as they shivered and cracked into pebbles\n themselves. \"It looks like sand dancing in a child's sieve,\" said the", "of the land east and west of the Fault seemed no longer to have any\n relation to each other. To the west, tortured rock reared into cliffs.\n East, where sharp reports and muffled wheezes told of continued", "\"We couldn't hear any shouts, of course, not that far away and with all\n the noise,\" said Dan Weaver, Mayor of Carlsbad. \"But we knew there", "declared the Governor of Nebraska. \"We must sit this thing out. Be\n assured that everything possible is being done.\" But what could be\n done, with his state dropping straight down at a mean rate of a foot a", "But such lightheartedness and such happy endings were by no means\n typical. The world could only watch aghast as the water raced north", "and about half a ton of vanilla cookies,\" he explained to his eventual\n rescuers. The barn, luckily collapsing in the vibrations as the waves", "spectacular. Her rural good-humor undamaged by an ordeal few women can\n ever have been called on to face, she added, \"We sure wondered why", "Times\n). The idea\n was not nearly so exciting as a volcano, even a lava-less one, and you\n couldn't draw a very dramatic picture of it.", "flushes never came out right. Jimanettly, we'd left the king of hearts\n behind, in the rush!\"" ], [ "rolled about like pebbles as they shivered and cracked into pebbles\n themselves. \"It looks like sand dancing in a child's sieve,\" said the", "down. They danced \"like sand in a sieve\"; dry, they boiled into rubble.\n Telephone lines, railroad tracks, roads snapped and simply disappeared.", "normally impassive Schwartzberg in a nationwide broadcast from the\n scene of disaster. \"No one here has ever seen anything like it.\" And\n the landslip was growing, north and south along the Fault.", "They found, of course, that Schwartzberg had been perfectly correct.\nThey found themselves on the scene of what was fast becoming the", "It may seem odd that the simplest explanation was practically not\n mentioned. Only Joseph Schwartzberg, head geographer of the Department", "The report was—no fire at all. The rising cloud was not smoke, but\n dust. Thousands of cubic feet of dry earth rising lazily on the summer", "\"Get out while you can,\" Schwartzberg urged the population of the\n affected area. \"When it's over you can come back and pick up the", "of the land east and west of the Fault seemed no longer to have any\n relation to each other. To the west, tortured rock reared into cliffs.\n East, where sharp reports and muffled wheezes told of continued", "of the gallant southland have faced and withstood invasion before.\"\n Then, as ominous creakings and groanings of the earth announced the\n approach of the tidal wave, he flew out of Montgomery half an hour", "was somehow to ride out the coming flood, \"but like as if the land\n wanted to be somewhere else.\"", "River afterwards recalled the hiss and scream like tearing silk as\n the water broke furiously on the newly exposed rock. It was the most\n terrible sound they had ever heard.", "Creeth carried and dragged his aged parents to the loft of their barn\n on the outskirts of town. His brother Geoffrey brought along the\n younger children and what provisions they could find—\"Mostly a ham", "wake the earth to the north \"just seemed to collapse on itself like\n a punctured balloon,\" read one newspaper report. \"Like a cake that's\n failed,\" said a Texarkana housewife who fortunately lived a block", "floods, in the usual sense. The water moved too slowly, spread itself\n with no real direction or force. But the vast sheets of sluggish water\n and jelly-like mud formed death-traps for the countless refugees now", "and about half a ton of vanilla cookies,\" he explained to his eventual\n rescuers. The barn, luckily collapsing in the vibrations as the waves", "buckling and dropping, the earth trembled downward. Atop the new\n cliffs, which seemed to grow by sudden inches from heaving rubble, dry", "There the devastation was even more thorough, if less spectacular.\n Dry earth churned like mud, and rock shards weighing tons bumped and", "to speak of anything this size in the singular) there was a horrifying\n confusion. Prairie and hill cracked open under intolerable strains as", "under the shadow of the cliffs which occasionally crumbled, roaring,\n into the roaring waves. Day by day the relentless rush swallowed what\n had been dusty farmland, cities and towns.", "seemed to rise a little like the edge of a hall carpet caught in a\n draft, and sank. So did the entire Mississippi and Alabama coast, at\n about the same moment. The tidal wave which was to gouge the center" ], [ "pieces.\" But the band of scientists who had rallied to his leadership\n privately wondered if there would be any pieces.", "\"Get out while you can,\" Schwartzberg urged the population of the\n affected area. \"When it's over you can come back and pick up the", "Still, it was only a theory. It had to be proved. As the tremors grew\n bigger, along with the affected area, as several towns including", "Edison were shaken to pieces by incredible earthquakes, whole bus- and\n plane-loads of geologists set out for Colorado, without even waiting\n for their university and government department to approve budgets.", "All mountain climbing was prohibited on the Eastern Slope because of\n the danger of rock slides from minor quakes. The geologists went home\n to wait.", "Land west of the Fault was holding firm, though Denver had recorded\n several small tremors; everywhere east of the Fault, to almost twenty\n miles away, the now-familiar lurch and steady fall had already sent", "of the Interior, wondered if the disturbance might not be a settling\n of the Kiowa Fault. His suggestion was mentioned on page nine or ten\n of the Monday newspapers (page 27 of the New York", "But after a week had gone by, the town of Edison, a good twenty miles\n away from the slides, was still complaining of the dust. Springs was", "of Earth—and, sooner or later, will happen again!\nEveryone—all the geologists, at any rate—had known about the Kiowa", "There the devastation was even more thorough, if less spectacular.\n Dry earth churned like mud, and rock shards weighing tons bumped and", "bell. It was simply the tortured rock of the substrata giving way. The\n second phase of the national disaster was beginning.\nThe noise traveled due east at better than 85 miles per hour. In its", "to speak of anything this size in the singular) there was a horrifying\n confusion. Prairie and hill cracked open under intolerable strains as", "Everyone in doomed Biloxi would have done well to have been somewhere\n else that evening. At approximately 8:30 p.m. the town shuddered,", "On the actual scene of the disaster (or the\nscenes\n; it is impossible", "interested. Seismologists were reporting unusual activity in the area,\n tremors too severe to be rock slides. Volcanic activity? Specifically,", "declared the Governor of Nebraska. \"We must sit this thing out. Be\n assured that everything possible is being done.\" But what could be\n done, with his state dropping straight down at a mean rate of a foot a", "It is not really surprising that it took so long to figure out the\n connection. The population of the states affected was in places as", "Today, nearly one hundred years after the unprecedented—and happily\n unrepeated—disaster, it is hard to remember the terror and despair of", "down. They danced \"like sand in a sieve\"; dry, they boiled into rubble.\n Telephone lines, railroad tracks, roads snapped and simply disappeared.", "for emergency squads which flew everywhere with milk for babies and\n dog food for evacuating pets. Gasoline trucks boomed west to meet the\n demand for gas, but once inside the \"zone of terror,\" as the newspapers" ], [ "All mountain climbing was prohibited on the Eastern Slope because of\n the danger of rock slides from minor quakes. The geologists went home\n to wait.", "of the land east and west of the Fault seemed no longer to have any\n relation to each other. To the west, tortured rock reared into cliffs.\n East, where sharp reports and muffled wheezes told of continued", "Land west of the Fault was holding firm, though Denver had recorded\n several small tremors; everywhere east of the Fault, to almost twenty\n miles away, the now-familiar lurch and steady fall had already sent", "And still the landslip grew larger. The new cliffs gleamed in the\n autumn sunshine, growing higher as the land beneath them continued its\n inexorable descent.", "Away to the east the situation was quiet but even more ominous.\n Tremendous fissures opened up perpendicular to the Fault, and a general", "As the Fault moved north and south, new areas quivered into unwelcome\n life. Fields and whole mountainsides moved with deceptive sloth down,", "Newspapers in the mountain states gave it a few inches on the front\n page; anything is news in late August. And the geologists became", "bell. It was simply the tortured rock of the substrata giving way. The\n second phase of the national disaster was beginning.\nThe noise traveled due east at better than 85 miles per hour. In its", "But after a week had gone by, the town of Edison, a good twenty miles\n away from the slides, was still complaining of the dust. Springs was", "Times\n). The idea\n was not nearly so exciting as a volcano, even a lava-less one, and you\n couldn't draw a very dramatic picture of it.", "of Denver; it extended south to the Arkansas River. And that was about\n all even the professionals were interested in knowing. There was never\n so much as a landslide to bring the Fault to the attention of the", "going dry, too, apparently from underground disturbances. Not even in\n the Rockies could anyone remember a series of rock slides as bad as\n this.", "air. Rock slides, they guessed; certainly no fire. The Forestry Service\n had other worries at the moment, and filed the report.", "River afterwards recalled the hiss and scream like tearing silk as\n the water broke furiously on the newly exposed rock. It was the most\n terrible sound they had ever heard.", "declared the Governor of Nebraska. \"We must sit this thing out. Be\n assured that everything possible is being done.\" But what could be\n done, with his state dropping straight down at a mean rate of a foot a", "Perhaps the North Platte disaster had been more than anyone could take.\n 193 people had died in that one cave-in. Certainly by 7 October it had", "of the gallant southland have faced and withstood invasion before.\"\n Then, as ominous creakings and groanings of the earth announced the\n approach of the tidal wave, he flew out of Montgomery half an hour", "It may seem odd that the simplest explanation was practically not\n mentioned. Only Joseph Schwartzberg, head geographer of the Department", "Creeth carried and dragged his aged parents to the loft of their barn\n on the outskirts of town. His brother Geoffrey brought along the\n younger children and what provisions they could find—\"Mostly a ham", "Still, it was only a theory. It had to be proved. As the tremors grew\n bigger, along with the affected area, as several towns including" ], [ "bell. It was simply the tortured rock of the substrata giving way. The\n second phase of the national disaster was beginning.\nThe noise traveled due east at better than 85 miles per hour. In its", "floods, in the usual sense. The water moved too slowly, spread itself\n with no real direction or force. But the vast sheets of sluggish water\n and jelly-like mud formed death-traps for the countless refugees now", "There the devastation was even more thorough, if less spectacular.\n Dry earth churned like mud, and rock shards weighing tons bumped and", "As the Fault moved north and south, new areas quivered into unwelcome\n life. Fields and whole mountainsides moved with deceptive sloth down,", "of the land east and west of the Fault seemed no longer to have any\n relation to each other. To the west, tortured rock reared into cliffs.\n East, where sharp reports and muffled wheezes told of continued", "River afterwards recalled the hiss and scream like tearing silk as\n the water broke furiously on the newly exposed rock. It was the most\n terrible sound they had ever heard.", "down. They danced \"like sand in a sieve\"; dry, they boiled into rubble.\n Telephone lines, railroad tracks, roads snapped and simply disappeared.", "of the gallant southland have faced and withstood invasion before.\"\n Then, as ominous creakings and groanings of the earth announced the\n approach of the tidal wave, he flew out of Montgomery half an hour", "On the actual scene of the disaster (or the\nscenes\n; it is impossible", "Land west of the Fault was holding firm, though Denver had recorded\n several small tremors; everywhere east of the Fault, to almost twenty\n miles away, the now-familiar lurch and steady fall had already sent", "One head of the wave plunged north, eventually to spend itself in\n the hills south of Birmingham. The main sweep followed the lowest", "seemed to rise a little like the edge of a hall carpet caught in a\n draft, and sank. So did the entire Mississippi and Alabama coast, at\n about the same moment. The tidal wave which was to gouge the center", "Still, it was only a theory. It had to be proved. As the tremors grew\n bigger, along with the affected area, as several towns including", "The water had found its farthest westering. But still it poured north\n along the line of the original Fault. Irresistible fingers closed on", "the land shuddered downward in gasps and leaps. Springs burst to the\n surface in hot geysers and explosions of steam.", "But such lightheartedness and such happy endings were by no means\n typical. The world could only watch aghast as the water raced north", "buckling and dropping, the earth trembled downward. Atop the new\n cliffs, which seemed to grow by sudden inches from heaving rubble, dry", "of the Interior, wondered if the disturbance might not be a settling\n of the Kiowa Fault. His suggestion was mentioned on page nine or ten\n of the Monday newspapers (page 27 of the New York", "normally impassive Schwartzberg in a nationwide broadcast from the\n scene of disaster. \"No one here has ever seen anything like it.\" And\n the landslip was growing, north and south along the Fault.", "By morning it was plain that all of Arkansas was going under. Waves\n advanced on Little Rock at almost 100 miles an hour, new crests" ], [ "The Mississippi River now ended at about Eudora, Arkansas, and minute\n by minute the advancing flood bit away miles of river bed, swelling", "Of course there have been losses to balance slightly these strong\n gains. The Mississippi was, before 1973, one of the great rivers of\n the world. Taken together with its main tributary, the Missouri, it", "seemed to rise a little like the edge of a hall carpet caught in a\n draft, and sank. So did the entire Mississippi and Alabama coast, at\n about the same moment. The tidal wave which was to gouge the center", "from the U. S. marched on the land.\nFrom the north shore of Lake Ponchartrain to the Appalachicola River\n in Florida, the Gulf coast simply disappeared. Gulfport, Biloxi,", "River afterwards recalled the hiss and scream like tearing silk as\n the water broke furiously on the newly exposed rock. It was the most\n terrible sound they had ever heard.", "There wasn't much to wait for. The news got worse and worse. The Platte\n River, now, was creating a vast mud puddle where the town of Orchard", "Mexico, and tore down the Pecos toward Texas. All the upper reaches of\n the Missouri were standing puddles by now, and the Red River west of\n Paris, Texas, had begun to run backward.", "Soon the Missouri began slowly slipping away westward over the slowly\n churning land. Abandoning its bed, the river spread uncertainly across", "the unique and charming characteristics of the gracious Old Town, but\n during the night of panic Memphis residents were sure they were doomed.\nSouth and west the waters carved deeply into Arkansas and Oklahoma.", "Everyone in doomed Biloxi would have done well to have been somewhere\n else that evening. At approximately 8:30 p.m. the town shuddered,", "By morning it was plain that all of Arkansas was going under. Waves\n advanced on Little Rock at almost 100 miles an hour, new crests", "Memphis was by now a seaport. The Ozarks, islands in a mad sea, formed\n precarious havens for half-drowned humanity. Waves bit off a corner of", "No one could even estimate the damage to property; almost the entirety\n of eight states, and portions of twelve others, had simply vanished", "land. Reaching west, it swallowed Vicksburg and nicked the corner of\n Louisiana. The whole of East Carroll Parish was scoured from the map.", "shipping in its ceaseless traffic, we have lost the old romance of\n river shipping. We may only guess what it was like when we look upon\n the Ohio and the truncated Mississippi.", "Whirlpools opened. A great welter of smashed wood and human debris was\n sucked under, vomited up and pounded to pieces. Gulf-water crashed on", "The water had found its farthest westering. But still it poured north\n along the line of the original Fault. Irresistible fingers closed on", "floods, in the usual sense. The water moved too slowly, spread itself\n with no real direction or force. But the vast sheets of sluggish water\n and jelly-like mud formed death-traps for the countless refugees now", "By 16 September the landslip had crept down the Huerfano River past\n Cedarwood. Avondale, North Avondale and Boone had totally disappeared.", "Mobile, Pensacola, Panama City: 200 miles of shoreline vanished, with\n over two and a half million people. An hour later a wall of water" ], [ "shipping in its ceaseless traffic, we have lost the old romance of\n river shipping. We may only guess what it was like when we look upon\n the Ohio and the truncated Mississippi.", "walking the streets of Denver, fresh ashore at Newport, only fifteen\n miles away. Or to imagine Lincoln, Fargo, Kansas City and Dallas as\n world ports and great manufacturing centers. Utterly beyond their ken", "Today, nearly one hundred years after the unprecedented—and happily\n unrepeated—disaster, it is hard to remember the terror and despair of", "the tremendous price the country paid for its new sea—fourteen million\n dead, untold property destroyed—really offsets the asset we enjoy\n today. The heart of the continent, now open to the shipping of the", "industry thrives; her water road is America's main artery of trade, and\n fleets of all the world sail ... where once the prairie schooner made\n its laborious and dusty way west!", "manufacturing and trade moved in to take advantage of the just-created\n axis of world communication, a population explosion was touched off of\n which we are only now seeing the diminution. This new westering is to", "Nebraska Sea. We shall never know what the United States was like with\n its numerous coast-to-coast highways busy with trucks and private\n cars. Still, the ferry ride is certainly a welcome break after days of", "It would indeed seem odd to an American of the '50s or '60s of the last\n century to imagine sailors from the merchant fleets of every nation", "All through October hollow-eyed motorists flocked into Tulsa, Topeka,\n Omaha, Sioux Falls and Fargo. St. Louis was made distributing center", "now called it, they found their route blocked by eastbound cars on the\n wrong side of the road. Shops left by their fleeing owners were looted\n by refugees from further west; an American Airlines plane was wrecked", "Memphis was by now a seaport. The Ozarks, islands in a mad sea, formed\n precarious havens for half-drowned humanity. Waves bit off a corner of", "the Appalachian Mountains, it is only a slight remnant of what it was.\n And though the Nebraska Sea today carries many times the tonnage of", "And transcontinental shipping is somewhat more difficult, with trucks\n and the freight-railroads obliged to take the sea-ferries across the", "At Biloxi, on the Gulf, there had been uneasy shufflings under foot all\n day. \"Not tremors, exactly,\" said the captain of a fishing boat which", "seemed to rise a little like the edge of a hall carpet caught in a\n draft, and sank. So did the entire Mississippi and Alabama coast, at\n about the same moment. The tidal wave which was to gouge the center", "driving, and for those who wish a glimpse of what it must have been\n like, there is always the Cross-Canada Throughway and the magnificent\n U. S. Highway 73 looping north through Minnesota and passing through", "The downtown section of North Platte, Nebraska, dropped eight feet,\n just like that, on the afternoon of 4 October. \"We must remain calm,\"", "would be Roswell, New Mexico; Benton, Wyoming; Westport, Missouri,\n and the other new ports of over a million inhabitants each which have\n developed on the new harbors of the inland sea.", "the giant port of Alexis, North Dakota, shipping center for the wheat\n of Manitoba and crossroad of a nation.\nThe political situation has long been a thorny problem. Only tattered", "Everyone in doomed Biloxi would have done well to have been somewhere\n else that evening. At approximately 8:30 p.m. the town shuddered," ] ]

[ "Why was Ferris against testing the discovery made by himself and Mitchell on himself?", "What was the name that came to mind when people thought of \n mathematician or scientist in the passage?", "From the passage, what is said to be the most common complaint of man?", "Which of these is NOT said to be a cause for headaches?", "Why was the Army doctor concerned about the wellness of Macklin?", "Why was Mitchell irritated that the story on the virus for headaches had been leaked to the newspapers?", "Why was Macklin's wife hysterical when she called to speak with Ferris and Mitchell?", "What caused Macklin to lose his intelligence?", "Why was Macklin against having an antitoxin to combat the virus?" ]

[ [ "Because it was too dangerous. ", "Because it was unethical. ", "Because he had a headache.", "Because they were underfunded. " ], [ "Macklin", "Mitchell", "Harold", "Ferris" ], [ "sinus infections ", "headaches", "The common cold", "lack of sleep" ], [ "nervous strain", "fatigue", "over-indulgence", "UV rays " ], [ "He appeared to now be a moron", "He showed signs of sudden weight loss", "His blood pressure had dropped dangerously low", "He was now anemic" ], [ "He feared the virus was counteractive.", "He feared that Macklin's wife would be angry", "He felt it was too early to release without verified results.", "He feared that the government would shut their project down." ], [ "Her husband was very ill from the virus", "Her husband was still having headaches", "She thought they had given her husband heroin.", "Her husband's blood pressure had dropped extremely low. " ], [ "He had suffered a stroke", "His brain cells were not working properly", "He was using heroin", "He was only pretending " ], [ "He feared the additional side-effects of the antitoxin.", "He didn't want the headaches to return. ", "He enjoyed the attention he was receiving.", "He enjoyed the newly found free time he had. " ] ]

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[ [ "\"No!\" the smaller man yelled. \"You can't expect me to violate\n professional ethics and test my own discovery on myself.\"\n\n\n \"\nOur\ndiscovery,\" Mitchell said politely.", "The medic examined Mitchell and Ferris critically before answering. \"He\n used to be a mathematical genius.\"\n\n\n \"And now?\" Mitchell said impatiently.", "\"Certainly it has,\" Ferris said. \"On rats, on chimps....\"\n\n\n \"But not on humans?\" Macklin asked.\n\n\n \"Not yet,\" Mitchell admitted.", "Sometimes, Mitchell reflected, Ferris displayed a certain lack of\n scientific detachment.\n\n\n There came a discreet knock on the door.\n\n\n \"Please come in,\" Mitchell said.", "Mitchell groaned. He was abruptly sure Ferris was correct.\nThe colonel drew himself to attention, fists trembling at his sides.", "\"I wouldn't go that far,\" Ferris remarked cheerfully.\n\n\n Mitchell was about to ask his associate what he meant when he saw\n Macklin slowly shaking his head.", "Ferris fingered the collar of his starched lab smock. \"Guess I got\n carried away for a moment. But Macklin is exactly what we need for a\n quick, dramatic test. We've had it if he turns us down.\"", "\"I'll go with you,\" Ferris said.\n\n\n Mitchell glanced sharply at the little biologist.\n\n\n Carson squinted. \"Any particular reason, doctor?\"", "\"You're an important man, doctor,\" Ferris said. \"Nobody would care if\n Mitchell or I cured ourselves of headaches—they might not even believe", "Under Mitchell's thumb the bell chimbed\ndum-de-de-dum-dum-dum\n.\n\n\n As they waited Mitchell glanced at Ferris. He seemed completely\n undisturbed, perhaps slightly curious.", "\"But—\" Mitchell said, impatient to examine Macklin for himself. \"Very\n well. Let's step into the hall.\"\n\n\n Ferris followed them docilely.", "Mitchell moved around the desk casually. \"Actually, Doctor, we haven't\n the right to ask this of a man of your importance. There may be an\n element of risk.\"", "Mitchell's blue eyes narrowed and his boyish face took on an expression\n of demonic intensity. \"Ferris, would you consider—?\"", "\"We weren't treating an illness,\" Mitchell said. \"We were discovering a\n method of treatment. What concern is it of yours?\"", "Mitchell did his best to explain the F-M Virus.\n\n\n \"You mean,\" the Army officer said levelly \"you have infected him with\n some kind of a disease to rot his brain?\"", "field test.\" Ferris scrubbed his thin hand over the bony ridge of his\n forehead. \"I've been worrying so much about this I've got the ancestor\n of all headaches.\"", "\"Mrs. Macklin,\" Mitchell said quickly, \"I'm sure we can help if there\n is anything wrong with your husband. This is Dr. Ferris. I am Dr.\n Mitchell.\"", "Macklin carefully arranged his pipe along with the tools he used to\n tend it in a worn leather case. \"Tell me,\" he said, \"what is the worst\n that could happen to me?\"\n\n\n \"Low blood pressure,\" Ferris said.", "he's certified incompetent, authorities can rule whether Mitchell and\n Ferris' antitoxin treatment is the best method of restoring Dr. Macklin\n to sanity.\"", "Ferris frowned, making quotation marks above his nose. \"Let's have a\n look at the test animals.\"" ], [ "\"mathematician\" or even \"scientist\" was mentioned. No one knew whether\n his Theory of Spatium was correct or not because no one had yet been", "Elliot Macklin had inherited the reputation of the late Albert Einstein\n in the popular mind. He was the man people thought of when the word", "\"No, sir!\" the mathematician said. \"I shall not go back to my original\n state. I can remember what it was like. Always worrying, worrying,\n worrying.\"\n\n\n \"You mean wondering,\" Mitchell said.", "\"I guess I'd like that,\" the mathematician replied.\n\n\n \"Then come on over to my laboratory. You remember where it's at, don't\n you?\"", "The medic examined Mitchell and Ferris critically before answering. \"He\n used to be a mathematical genius.\"\n\n\n \"And now?\" Mitchell said impatiently.", "The mathematician clamped onto his pipe and showed his teeth. \"Now you\n have me intrigued. What is it all about?\"\n\n\n \"Doctor, we understand you have severe headaches,\" Mitchell said.", "Macklin nodded. \"Troubled, anyway. Disturbed by every little thing.\n How high was up, which infinity was bigger than what infinity—say,", "\"Of course,\" the mathematician said. \"I can talk fine.\"\n\n\n \"I mean, are you alone?\"", "Ferris turned his back on the mathematician. Mitchell could see him\n mouthing the word\nyellow\n.", "Sometimes, Mitchell reflected, Ferris displayed a certain lack of\n scientific detachment.\n\n\n There came a discreet knock on the door.\n\n\n \"Please come in,\" Mitchell said.", "\"He's always treated me like dirt,\" Ferris said heatedly. \"Everyone on\n this campus treats biologists like dirt. Sometimes I want to bash in\n their smug faces.\"", "government took up a lot of his time using him as the symbol of the\n Ideal Scientist to help recruit Science and Engineering Cadets.", "\"Good boy,\" the biologist said. \"Listen, doctor—Elliot—El, old son.", "what was an infinity anyway? All that sort of schoolboy things. It's\n peaceful this way. My head doesn't hurt. I've got a good-looking wife", "\"You've found yourself worrying—thinking—about a lot of other\n problems since we left you, haven't you? Maybe not the same kind of\n scientific problem. But more personal ones, ones you didn't used to\n have time to think about.\"", "He didn't have a head on his shoulders and he was squatting on a great\n curving surface that was Spacetime, and his jacks were Earth and Pluto", "Despite his impressive body, some years before he had suffered a mild\n stroke ... or at least a vascular spasm of a cerebral artery. It was", "\"I beg your pardon, sir,\" Carson said. \"I didn't intend any offense.\n But according to all the standard intelligence tests we have given you,\n your clinical intelligence quotient is that of a moron.\"", "\"You're right. Besides who cares if you or I are cured of headaches?\n Our reputations don't go outside our own fields,\" Mitchell said. \"But\n now Macklin—\"", "known that he suffered from the vilest variety of migraine. A cycle of\n the headaches had caused him to be absent from his classes for several\n weeks, and there were an unusual number of military uniforms seen" ], [ "\"No, Harold, it isn't,\" Macklin admitted. \"What does your project have\n to do with my headaches?\"\n\n\n \"Doctor,\" Mitchell said, \"what would you say the most common complaint\n of man is?\"", "\"Headaches,\" Mitchell agreed. \"Everybody has them at some time in his\n life. Some people have them every day. Some are driven to suicide by\n their headaches.\"", "\"I would have said the common cold,\" Macklin replied, \"but I suppose\n from what you have said you mean headaches.\"", "Macklin nodded. \"Troubled, anyway. Disturbed by every little thing.\n How high was up, which infinity was bigger than what infinity—say,", "\"That must be terrible,\" Ferris said. \"All your fine reputation and\n lavish salary can't be much consolation when that ripping, tearing\n agony begins, can it?\"", "where he never had a moment's peace from worry and pressure. He's happy\n now. Like a child, but happy.\"", "\"You've found yourself worrying—thinking—about a lot of other\n problems since we left you, haven't you? Maybe not the same kind of\n scientific problem. But more personal ones, ones you didn't used to\n have time to think about.\"", "\"He's always treated me like dirt,\" Ferris said heatedly. \"Everyone on\n this campus treats biologists like dirt. Sometimes I want to bash in\n their smug faces.\"", "\"There\nare\na number of different causes for headaches—nervous\n strain, fatigue, physical diseases from kidney complaints to tumors,", "Her mouth grew petulant. \"I don't care. I would rather have a live\n husband than a dead genius. I can take care of him this way, make him\n comfortable....\"", "\"No, sir!\" the mathematician said. \"I shall not go back to my original\n state. I can remember what it was like. Always worrying, worrying,\n worrying.\"\n\n\n \"You mean wondering,\" Mitchell said.", "over-indulgence—but there is one\neffect\nof all of this, the one real\n cause of headaches,\" Mitchell announced.", "The mathematician clamped onto his pipe and showed his teeth. \"Now you\n have me intrigued. What is it all about?\"\n\n\n \"Doctor, we understand you have severe headaches,\" Mitchell said.", "\"You're an important man, doctor,\" Ferris said. \"Nobody would care if\n Mitchell or I cured ourselves of headaches—they might not even believe", "makes me violently sick to my stomach. But it's better than the\n migraine. How should I go about removing my curse?\" He reinserted the\n pipe.", "\"Yes,\" Macklin said.\n\n\n \"But think,\" Ferris interjected, \"what a boon it would be if everyone\n could be cured of headaches\nforever\nby one simple injection.\"", "\"Not a thing,\" Sidney said. \"He's the healthiest, happiest, most\n well-adjusted man I've ever examined, Carson.\"\n\n\n \"But—\" Colonel Carson protested.", "\"We have definitely established this for this first time,\" Ferris added.\n\n\n \"That's fine,\" Macklin said, sucking on his pipe. \"And this effect that\n produces headaches is?\"", "\"I beg your pardon, sir,\" Carson said. \"I didn't intend any offense.\n But according to all the standard intelligence tests we have given you,\n your clinical intelligence quotient is that of a moron.\"", "and all the money I need. I've got it made. Why worry?\"" ], [ "\"There\nare\na number of different causes for headaches—nervous\n strain, fatigue, physical diseases from kidney complaints to tumors,", "\"Headaches,\" Mitchell agreed. \"Everybody has them at some time in his\n life. Some people have them every day. Some are driven to suicide by\n their headaches.\"", "over-indulgence—but there is one\neffect\nof all of this, the one real\n cause of headaches,\" Mitchell announced.", "THE BIG HEADACHE\nBY JIM HARMON\nWhat's the principal cause of headaches?\n\n Why, having a head, of course!\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "\"I would have said the common cold,\" Macklin replied, \"but I suppose\n from what you have said you mean headaches.\"", "\"We have definitely established this for this first time,\" Ferris added.\n\n\n \"That's fine,\" Macklin said, sucking on his pipe. \"And this effect that\n produces headaches is?\"", "\"No, Harold, it isn't,\" Macklin admitted. \"What does your project have\n to do with my headaches?\"\n\n\n \"Doctor,\" Mitchell said, \"what would you say the most common complaint\n of man is?\"", "Mitchell coughed into his fist for an instant, to give him time to\n frame an answer. \"Unfortunately, yes. Apparently if your mind functions\n properly once again you will have the headaches again. Our research is\n a dismal failure.\"", "means another attack of migraine. The drilling, grinding pain through\n my temples and around my eyeballs. The flashes of light, the rioting\n pools of color playing on the back of my lids. Ugh.\"", "The mathematician clamped onto his pipe and showed his teeth. \"Now you\n have me intrigued. What is it all about?\"\n\n\n \"Doctor, we understand you have severe headaches,\" Mitchell said.", "known that he suffered from the vilest variety of migraine. A cycle of\n the headaches had caused him to be absent from his classes for several\n weeks, and there were an unusual number of military uniforms seen", "makes me violently sick to my stomach. But it's better than the\n migraine. How should I go about removing my curse?\" He reinserted the\n pipe.", "\"I see. Are you two saying you\nhave\nsuch a shot? Can you cure\n headaches?\"\n\n\n \"We think we can,\" Ferris said.", "\"Yes,\" Macklin said.\n\n\n \"But think,\" Ferris interjected, \"what a boon it would be if everyone\n could be cured of headaches\nforever\nby one simple injection.\"", "us if we said we did. But the proper authorities will believe a man\n of your reputation. Besides, neither of us has a record of chronic\n migraine. You do.\"", "\"That may mean the end of headaches, but I would think it would mean\n the end of the race as well,\" Macklin said. \"In certain areas it is\n valuable to have a constriction of blood vessels.\"", "\"You're right. Besides who cares if you or I are cured of headaches?\n Our reputations don't go outside our own fields,\" Mitchell said. \"But\n now Macklin—\"", "the cerebrum. It isn't more than necessary to stop headaches. But that\n necessary amount of control to stop pain is too much to allow the brain\n cells to function properly.\"", "\"Yes, doctor,\" Mitchell said eagerly, \"just as you used to be.\"\n\n\n \"\nWith\nmy headaches, like before?\"", "run a\n large-scale field test. But we haven't the time or money for that.\n We can cure the headaches of one person and that's the limit of our\n resources.\"" ], [ "The colonel smiled thinly. \"Dr. Macklin is my concern. And everything\n that happens to him. The Army doesn't like what you have done to him.\"\n\n\n Mitchell wondered desperately just what they had done to the man.", "\"Mrs. Macklin,\" the Army man said levelly, \"if you don't help us\n restore your husband's mind we will be forced to get a court order\n declaring him incompetent.\"", "\"Mrs. Macklin,\" Mitchell said quickly, \"I'm sure we can help if there\n is anything wrong with your husband. This is Dr. Ferris. I am Dr.\n Mitchell.\"", "\"Mrs. Macklin,\" the colonel began, \"these gentlemen believe they can\n cure your husband of his present condition.\"\n\n\n \"Really?\" she said. \"Did you speak to Elliot about that?\"", "Macklin carefully arranged his pipe along with the tools he used to\n tend it in a worn leather case. \"Tell me,\" he said, \"what is the worst\n that could happen to me?\"\n\n\n \"Low blood pressure,\" Ferris said.", "Macklin coughed. \"I don't want to overestimate my value but the\n government wouldn't like it very well if I died in the middle of this\n project. My wife would like it even less.\"", "Mrs. Macklin was an attractive brunette in her late thirties. She wore\n an expensive yellow dress. And she had a sharp-cornered jawline.\n\n\n The Army officer came out into the hall to meet them.", "\"Now, Mrs. Macklin. Neither Dr. Ferris or myself have been near your\n husband for a full day. The effects of a narcotic would have worn off\n by this time.\"", "The Army physician stood up and brushed his knees, undusted from the\n scrupulously clean rug.\n\n\n \"What's wrong with him, Sidney?\" the other officer asked the doctor.", "\"Mrs. Macklin! I think I had better talk to you later when you are\n calmer.\"\n\n\n Mitchell dropped the receiver heavily. \"What could be wrong with\n Macklin?\" he asked without removing his hand from the telephone.", "\"I suppose there's some chance of that. But without the treatment\n there is\nno\nchance of your husband regaining his right senses, Mrs.\n Macklin,\" Mitchell interjected.", "\"Oh, he's changed all right,\" the Army doctor answered. \"He's not the\n same man as he used to be.\"\n\n\n \"How is he different?\" Mitchell demanded.", "Macklin nodded. \"Troubled, anyway. Disturbed by every little thing.\n How high was up, which infinity was bigger than what infinity—say,", "\"It's Macklin's wife,\" Ferris said. \"Do you want to talk to her? I'm no\n good with hysterical women.\"\n\n\n \"Hysterical?\" Mitchell muttered in alarm and went to the phone.", "\"It isn't quite the same, Colonel. Elliot Macklin has a history of\n vascular spasm, a mild pseudostroke some years ago. Now you want to", "Ferris fingered the collar of his starched lab smock. \"Guess I got\n carried away for a moment. But Macklin is exactly what we need for a\n quick, dramatic test. We've had it if he turns us down.\"", "\"Oh, you want to know if my wife is around. No, she's asleep. That Army\n doctor, Colonel Sidney, he gave her a sedative. I wouldn't let him give\n me anything, though.\"", "\"Yes, I do,\" Macklin said. \"Very well. Go ahead. Give me your\n injection.\"", "\"Just a moment,\" Mitchell interrupted, \"we can cure Macklin.\"\n\n\n \"You\ncan\n?\" Carson said. For a moment Mitchell thought the man was\n going to clasp his hands and sink to his knees.", "\"But there was a hesitation there, El. You worried for just a second if\n I could have some reason for not telling you the truth.\"\n\n\n \"I suppose so,\" Macklin said humbly." ], [ "\"Doctor—Harold—you shouldn't have given this story to the\n newspapers,\" Mitchell said. He tapped the back of his hand against the\n folded paper.", "Mitchell coughed into his fist for an instant, to give him time to\n frame an answer. \"Unfortunately, yes. Apparently if your mind functions\n properly once again you will have the headaches again. Our research is\n a dismal failure.\"", "\"You're right. Besides who cares if you or I are cured of headaches?\n Our reputations don't go outside our own fields,\" Mitchell said. \"But\n now Macklin—\"", "Mitchell did his best to explain the F-M Virus.\n\n\n \"You mean,\" the Army officer said levelly \"you have infected him with\n some kind of a disease to rot his brain?\"", "The mathematician clamped onto his pipe and showed his teeth. \"Now you\n have me intrigued. What is it all about?\"\n\n\n \"Doctor, we understand you have severe headaches,\" Mitchell said.", "\"Headaches,\" Mitchell agreed. \"Everybody has them at some time in his\n life. Some people have them every day. Some are driven to suicide by\n their headaches.\"", "\"We weren't treating an illness,\" Mitchell said. \"We were discovering a\n method of treatment. What concern is it of yours?\"", "Mitchell moved around the desk casually. \"Actually, Doctor, we haven't\n the right to ask this of a man of your importance. There may be an\n element of risk.\"", "\"Yes, doctor,\" Mitchell said eagerly, \"just as you used to be.\"\n\n\n \"\nWith\nmy headaches, like before?\"", "over-indulgence—but there is one\neffect\nof all of this, the one real\n cause of headaches,\" Mitchell announced.", "\"You're an important man, doctor,\" Ferris said. \"Nobody would care if\n Mitchell or I cured ourselves of headaches—they might not even believe", "\"No, Harold, it isn't,\" Macklin admitted. \"What does your project have\n to do with my headaches?\"\n\n\n \"Doctor,\" Mitchell said, \"what would you say the most common complaint\n of man is?\"", "The medic examined Mitchell and Ferris critically before answering. \"He\n used to be a mathematical genius.\"\n\n\n \"And now?\" Mitchell said impatiently.", "Mitchell smiled to himself. He was in luck; Macklin had answered the\n phone instead of his wife.\n\n\n \"Can you speak freely, doctor?\" Mitchell asked.", "\"What have you done to him?\" the colonel asked straightforwardly.\n\n\n \"We merely cured him of his headaches,\" Mitchell said.\n\n\n \"How?\"", "\"No!\" the smaller man yelled. \"You can't expect me to violate\n professional ethics and test my own discovery on myself.\"\n\n\n \"\nOur\ndiscovery,\" Mitchell said politely.", "Mitchell cleared his throat. \"Are you positive, doctor?\" he asked\n uncertainly. \"Perhaps you would like a few days to think it over.\"\n\n\n \"No! I'm ready. Go ahead, right now.\"", "\"The pressure effect caused by pituitrin in the brain,\" Mitchell\n said eagerly. \"That is, the constriction of blood vessels in the", "\"Now he is a moron,\" the medic said.\nIII\n\n\n Mitchell tried to stop Colonel Sidney as he went past, but the doctor\n mumbled he had a report to make.", "Sometimes, Mitchell reflected, Ferris displayed a certain lack of\n scientific detachment.\n\n\n There came a discreet knock on the door.\n\n\n \"Please come in,\" Mitchell said." ], [ "\"It's Macklin's wife,\" Ferris said. \"Do you want to talk to her? I'm no\n good with hysterical women.\"\n\n\n \"Hysterical?\" Mitchell muttered in alarm and went to the phone.", "\"Mrs. Macklin,\" Mitchell said quickly, \"I'm sure we can help if there\n is anything wrong with your husband. This is Dr. Ferris. I am Dr.\n Mitchell.\"", "She couldn't have sounded calmer or more self-possessed, Mitchell\n thought.\n\n\n \"That's right, Mrs. Macklin. I'm Dr. Steven Mitchell, Dr. Ferris's\n associate.\"", "\"Mrs. Macklin! I think I had better talk to you later when you are\n calmer.\"\n\n\n Mitchell dropped the receiver heavily. \"What could be wrong with\n Macklin?\" he asked without removing his hand from the telephone.", "Mitchell smiled to himself. He was in luck; Macklin had answered the\n phone instead of his wife.\n\n\n \"Can you speak freely, doctor?\" Mitchell asked.", "\"Hello?\" Mitchell said reluctantly. \"Mrs. Macklin?\"\n\n\n \"You are the other one,\" the clear feminine voice said. \"Your name is\n Mitchell.\"", "\"I'm no psychiatrist,\" Mitchell said, \"but I think she wants Macklin\n stupid. Prefers it that way. She's always dominated his personal life,\n and now she can dominate him completely.\"", "Mitchell and Ferris stared at Colonel Carson and Macklin and at each\n other.\n\n\n \"What did he mean, Macklin is an idiot?\" Mitchell asked.", "\"Now, Mrs. Macklin. Neither Dr. Ferris or myself have been near your\n husband for a full day. The effects of a narcotic would have worn off\n by this time.\"", "\"But—\" Mitchell said, impatient to examine Macklin for himself. \"Very\n well. Let's step into the hall.\"\n\n\n Ferris followed them docilely.", "She nodded. \"If those are his wishes, I can't go against them.\"\n\n\n \"But Mrs. Macklin!\" Mitchell protested. \"You will have to get a court\n order overruling your husband's wishes.\"", "\"There's nothing wrong with him,\" Ferris snapped. \"He's probably just\n trying to get us in trouble, the ingrate!\"\nMacklin's traditional ranch house was small but attractive in\n aqua-tinted aluminum.", "\"I suppose there's some chance of that. But without the treatment\n there is\nno\nchance of your husband regaining his right senses, Mrs.\n Macklin,\" Mitchell interjected.", "Macklin coughed. \"I don't want to overestimate my value but the\n government wouldn't like it very well if I died in the middle of this\n project. My wife would like it even less.\"", "Mitchell looked back at Macklin. \"Where did his wife get to, Colonel?\n I don't think that even previously he made too many personal decisions\n for himself. Perhaps she could influence him.\"", "Mitchell groaned. He was abruptly sure Ferris was correct.\nThe colonel drew himself to attention, fists trembling at his sides.", "\"I wouldn't go that far,\" Ferris remarked cheerfully.\n\n\n Mitchell was about to ask his associate what he meant when he saw\n Macklin slowly shaking his head.", "\"Mrs. Macklin,\" the Army man said levelly, \"if you don't help us\n restore your husband's mind we will be forced to get a court order\n declaring him incompetent.\"", "Ferris fingered the collar of his starched lab smock. \"Guess I got\n carried away for a moment. But Macklin is exactly what we need for a\n quick, dramatic test. We've had it if he turns us down.\"", "\"Mrs. Macklin,\" the colonel began, \"these gentlemen believe they can\n cure your husband of his present condition.\"\n\n\n \"Really?\" she said. \"Did you speak to Elliot about that?\"" ], [ "\"I suppose there's some chance of that. But without the treatment\n there is\nno\nchance of your husband regaining his right senses, Mrs.\n Macklin,\" Mitchell interjected.", "Macklin nodded. \"Troubled, anyway. Disturbed by every little thing.\n How high was up, which infinity was bigger than what infinity—say,", "\"All I want to know is why Elliot Macklin has been made as simple as if\n he had been kicked in the head by a mule,\" Colonel Carson said.\n\n\n \"I think I can explain,\" Ferris interrupted.", "\"Not an idiot,\" Colonel Carson corrected primly. \"Dr. Macklin is a\n moron. He's legally responsible, but he's extremely stupid.\"\n\n\n \"I'm not so dumb,\" Macklin said defensively.", "\"I'm no psychiatrist,\" Mitchell said, \"but I think she wants Macklin\n stupid. Prefers it that way. She's always dominated his personal life,\n and now she can dominate him completely.\"", "\"Mrs. Macklin! I think I had better talk to you later when you are\n calmer.\"\n\n\n Mitchell dropped the receiver heavily. \"What could be wrong with\n Macklin?\" he asked without removing his hand from the telephone.", "The colonel smiled thinly. \"Dr. Macklin is my concern. And everything\n that happens to him. The Army doesn't like what you have done to him.\"\n\n\n Mitchell wondered desperately just what they had done to the man.", "The medic examined Mitchell and Ferris critically before answering. \"He\n used to be a mathematical genius.\"\n\n\n \"And now?\" Mitchell said impatiently.", "Macklin carefully arranged his pipe along with the tools he used to\n tend it in a worn leather case. \"Tell me,\" he said, \"what is the worst\n that could happen to me?\"\n\n\n \"Low blood pressure,\" Ferris said.", "Elliot Macklin entered in a cloud of pipe smoke and a tweed jacket. He\n looked more than a little like a postgraduate student, and Mitchell\n suspected that that was his intention.", "Macklin ran the back of his knuckles across his forehead. \"I really\n would like to take you up on it. When I start making slips like that it", "\"Mrs. Macklin,\" the Army man said levelly, \"if you don't help us\n restore your husband's mind we will be forced to get a court order\n declaring him incompetent.\"", "Mitchell and Ferris stared at Colonel Carson and Macklin and at each\n other.\n\n\n \"What did he mean, Macklin is an idiot?\" Mitchell asked.", "Macklin held his head in both hands. \"Why did you two select\nme\n?\"", "\"But there was a hesitation there, El. You worried for just a second if\n I could have some reason for not telling you the truth.\"\n\n\n \"I suppose so,\" Macklin said humbly.", "\"Now, Mrs. Macklin. Neither Dr. Ferris or myself have been near your\n husband for a full day. The effects of a narcotic would have worn off\n by this time.\"", "Macklin coughed. \"I don't want to overestimate my value but the\n government wouldn't like it very well if I died in the middle of this\n project. My wife would like it even less.\"", "\"Mrs. Macklin,\" the colonel began, \"these gentlemen believe they can\n cure your husband of his present condition.\"\n\n\n \"Really?\" she said. \"Did you speak to Elliot about that?\"", "\"You're right. Besides who cares if you or I are cured of headaches?\n Our reputations don't go outside our own fields,\" Mitchell said. \"But\n now Macklin—\"", "Macklin dropped on the edge of the desk and adjusted his pipe. \"Now\n what's this about you wanting my help on something? And please keep the\n explanation simple. Biology isn't my field, you know.\"" ], [ "he's certified incompetent, authorities can rule whether Mitchell and\n Ferris' antitoxin treatment is the best method of restoring Dr. Macklin\n to sanity.\"", "\"I suppose there's some chance of that. But without the treatment\n there is\nno\nchance of your husband regaining his right senses, Mrs.\n Macklin,\" Mitchell interjected.", "\"Yes,\" Macklin said.\n\n\n \"But think,\" Ferris interjected, \"what a boon it would be if everyone\n could be cured of headaches\nforever\nby one simple injection.\"", "Macklin coughed. \"I don't want to overestimate my value but the\n government wouldn't like it very well if I died in the middle of this\n project. My wife would like it even less.\"", "Macklin carefully arranged his pipe along with the tools he used to\n tend it in a worn leather case. \"Tell me,\" he said, \"what is the worst\n that could happen to me?\"\n\n\n \"Low blood pressure,\" Ferris said.", "\"Yes, I do,\" Macklin said. \"Very well. Go ahead. Give me your\n injection.\"", "Ferris fingered the collar of his starched lab smock. \"Guess I got\n carried away for a moment. But Macklin is exactly what we need for a\n quick, dramatic test. We've had it if he turns us down.\"", "enough to try and breach the trustees with. Don't you see? The public\n will hand down a ukase demanding our virus, just as they demanded the\n Salk vaccine and the Grennell serum.\"", "\"You're right. Besides who cares if you or I are cured of headaches?\n Our reputations don't go outside our own fields,\" Mitchell said. \"But\n now Macklin—\"", "\"Certainly. We have learned to stabilize the virus colonies. We have\n antitoxin to combat the virus. We had always thought of it as a\n beneficial parasite, but we can wipe it out if necessary.\"", "\"Now, Mrs. Macklin. Neither Dr. Ferris or myself have been near your\n husband for a full day. The effects of a narcotic would have worn off\n by this time.\"", "\"Just a moment,\" Mitchell interrupted, \"we can cure Macklin.\"\n\n\n \"You\ncan\n?\" Carson said. For a moment Mitchell thought the man was\n going to clasp his hands and sink to his knees.", "\"I'm no psychiatrist,\" Mitchell said, \"but I think she wants Macklin\n stupid. Prefers it that way. She's always dominated his personal life,\n and now she can dominate him completely.\"", "\"Certainly it has,\" Ferris said. \"On rats, on chimps....\"\n\n\n \"But not on humans?\" Macklin asked.\n\n\n \"Not yet,\" Mitchell admitted.", "\"Mrs. Macklin! I think I had better talk to you later when you are\n calmer.\"\n\n\n Mitchell dropped the receiver heavily. \"What could be wrong with\n Macklin?\" he asked without removing his hand from the telephone.", "\"I'm tempted,\" Macklin said hesitantly, \"but the answer is go. I mean\n '\nno", "\"Mrs. Macklin,\" the Army man said levelly, \"if you don't help us\n restore your husband's mind we will be forced to get a court order\n declaring him incompetent.\"", "\"Mrs. Macklin,\" the colonel began, \"these gentlemen believe they can\n cure your husband of his present condition.\"\n\n\n \"Really?\" she said. \"Did you speak to Elliot about that?\"", "The colonel smiled thinly. \"Dr. Macklin is my concern. And everything\n that happens to him. The Army doesn't like what you have done to him.\"\n\n\n Mitchell wondered desperately just what they had done to the man.", "\"Don't be so stuffy and conservative, Mitchell! Macklin's cured, isn't\n he? By established periodic cycle he should be suffering hell right" ] ]

[ "Presumably why did Shawn seem to blush at the comment made by Green in regards to his creation of exquisite work?", "What was said to be concernig about the relationship between Shawn and Ross?", "Who received the worste abuse of all who are mentioned?", "What is the coorelation to the reference of Shawn to Prince Myshkin in The Idiot?", "Who was said to have been blinded by meningitis as a child in the passage?", "Who was said to have inadvertently committed plagerism?", "What was said about Mehta's book in the passage?", "Who was the editor for The New Yorker when Shawn died?", "What was the new editor trying to convince Ross into doing?", "Who had the opinion that Shawn had stopped reading the magazine after Tina Brown became editor?" ]

[ [ "He took business very seriously. ", "He was a prude.", "He lacked the sense of humor that Green had.", "The comment hit too close to home for him." ], [ "They began their relationship as an affair.", "Their work suffered from their lack of concentration.", "They seemed to proritize their romance rather than their work.", "They argued often, publicly." ], [ "Ross", "Gill ", "Mehta", "Shawn" ], [ "He was someone who did not value his work", "He was someone who must be protected ", "He was someone who didn't care to hurt someone's feelings. ", "He was someone who lacked intelligence " ], [ "Mehta", "Kahn", "Myshkin", "Brown" ], [ "Poota", "Perkupp", "Shawn", "Mehta" ], [ "It was full of neglect", "It was very enjoyable", "It lacked depth and intelligence", "It was a bit too extreme" ], [ "Brown", "Ross", "Mehta", "Breenan" ], [ "Re-joining the magazine", "Leaving Shawn for good", "Retiring from the magazine", "Booting out Mehta" ], [ "Newhouse ", "Brown", "Mehta", "Ross" ] ]

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Mehta on Shawn: \"His words were", "about Mehta's daft colleagues at The New Yorker , such", "you believe Mehta. Ross assures us that Mr. Shawn was", "\"My heart was too full to thank him.\" Mehta: \"I", "each the length of a book, one critic cried: \"Enoughji!\"", "Ross has sprinkled her memoir with clues that it is", "for Ved Mehta, he reports that Shawn's favorite thing", "This was not the explanation Shawn was expecting, Gill tells us. \"Discs of bright red begin to burn in his cheeks.\"" ], [ "was managing editor of The New Yorker when he hired", "William Shawn's", "after Brown was appointed editor, Shawn died at the age", "It also made me feel funny about William Shawn, whom", "the table are Gill; William Shawn, then editor of The", "of Mr. Shawn's New Yorker . The memoir takes us", "Brown betrayed the legacy of William Shawn, as Mehta", "evidently loved William Shawn at least as much as Lillian", "Ross, Mehta struggles to express William Shawn's ineffable virtues.", "I loved his New Yorker . The prose it contained--the", "Lillian Ross,", "editorial session, she says, Shawn blurted out his love. A", "received a very favorable review in The New Yorker .", "to take him to the New Yorker office at 24", "worthy candidate to succeed the aging Shawn as editor, the", "The New Yorker ; and the reclusive English writer Henry", "party malcontents mocked Shawn's New Yorker in the late", "was reading Tina Brown's New Yorker \"with new interest\" in", "Lillian Ross did, although his love was not requited in", "the Brown dispensation. Indeed, the new editor even coaxed Ross" ], [ "the Brown dispensation. Indeed, the new editor even coaxed Ross", "Ross into re-joining the magazine, just as she was booting", "was managing editor of The New Yorker when he hired", "upon it, as Ross is evidently convinced? Have the changes", "Now, Ross seems", "dull writer whereas Ross is a famously zippy one. Moreover,", "indispensability as an editor is amply manifest in Ross'", "Ross refers to her lover's \"very powerful masculinity,\" only to", "Ross writes as his longtime adulterous lover. Just knowing that", "Ross has sprinkled her memoir with clues that it is", "in the same way. He likens the revered editor to", "hired Ross in 1945 as the magazine's second woman reporter", "Ross' memoir. Word repetition? \"Whatever reporting Bill asked me", "Ross, Mehta struggles to express William Shawn's ineffable virtues.", "Moreover, Mehta writes as Shawn's adoring acolyte, whereas Ross", "Ross, by contrast, takes a rather cheerful view of the", "editorial session, she says, Shawn blurted out his love. A", "after Brown was appointed editor, Shawn died at the age", "needed the one called the 'editor,' who singularly, almost mystically,", "fact that I was not unappealing.\" During a late-night editorial" ], [ "when he was \"terminated\" by the loathed Tina Brown in", "was reading Tina Brown's New Yorker \"with new interest\" in", "after Brown was appointed editor, Shawn died at the age", "Has Tina Brown", "editorial session, she says, Shawn blurted out his love. A", "It also made me feel funny about William Shawn, whom", "Brown betrayed the legacy of William Shawn, as Mehta", "of Mr. Shawn's New Yorker . The memoir takes us", "William Shawn's", "was managing editor of The New Yorker when he hired", "the table are Gill; William Shawn, then editor of The", "two new memoirs about Shawn, I wonder. \"He longed for", "This was not the explanation Shawn was expecting, Gill tells us. \"Discs of bright red begin to burn in his cheeks.\"", "Moreover, Mehta writes as Shawn's adoring acolyte, whereas Ross", "Shawn was", "the Brown dispensation. Indeed, the new editor even coaxed Ross", "evidently loved William Shawn at least as much as Lillian", "Nobody . Compare. Mehta on Shawn: \"His words were", "in her vandalization of his cherished magazine. Mehta evidently", "Ross into re-joining the magazine, just as she was booting" ] ]

[ "Why did the Treasury Department want Orison McCall to apply for a job at the William Howard Taft National Bank and Trust Company?", "Why did Orison prefer to send her reports to Washington by mail?", "How was Orison treated by her female co-workers?", "People around him describe Dink as a…", "What did Orison do when she met Kraft Gerding?", "Why did Orison think that Dink had a European background?", "Orison’s introduction to Auga Vingt could best be described as...", "What was Orison’s excuse to visit the upper floors?", "Why did Dink punch Kraft?", "What is a likely explanation for Orison seeing Benjamin Franklin images in the Microfabridae tank?" ]

[ [ "To gather information about their unusual people and banking practices.", "To do an official audit of the bank’s books.", "To provide the bank employees with training.", "To read text into a microphone." ], [ "She preferred to put everything in writing.\n", "She found the “pillow talk” to be improper.", "So the reports could be done faster.", "So the reports would be more secure." ], [ "Welcoming", "Indifferent", "Friendly", "Guarded" ], [ "brute", "ladies’ man", "hard-working entrepreneur", "nerd" ], [ "She went to visit him on the upstairs floors.", "She typed up a dictated letter for him.", "She set up a date with him for that evening.", "She snapped at him and threatened to quit." ], [ "His accent\n", "The languages he speaks", "His manners", "His physique" ], [ "Friendly", "Cordial", "Passive-aggressive", "Heated" ], [ "To deliver a message from Mr. Wanji", "To see what the Earmuffs were doing", "To feed the Microfabridae", "To complain about Auga Vingt" ], [ "Self-defense", "He wasn’t listening", "He insulted Dink", "He was threatening Orison" ], [ "The Microfabridae are killing people and the faces look like Benjamin franklin.", "It was a play of the eyes.", "The Microfabridae are being used to process $100 bills for illegal purposes.", "Someone accidentally dropped $100 bills into the tanks." ] ]

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[ [ "The First Vice-President of the William Howard Taft National Bank and\n Trust Company, the gentleman to whom Miss Orison McCall was applying", "\"Yes, sir,\" Orison said. This laissez-faire policy of Taft Bank's\n might explain why she'd been selected from the Treasury Department's", "\"I stopped by to welcome you to the William Howard Taft National Bank\n and Trust Company family, Miss McCall,\" he said. \"I'm Kraft Gerding,\n Dink's elder brother. I understand you've met Dink already.\"", "Orison briefed her pillow on the Earmuffs, on her task of reading to a\n microphone, and on the generally mimsy tone of the William Howard Taft\n National Bank and Trust Company. \"That's about it, so far,\" she said.", "secretarial pool to apply for work here, she thought. Orison McCall,\n girl Government spy. She picked up the newspaper from the \"In\" basket,\n unfolded it to discover the day's", "fare into the microphone before her, Miss McCall was more certain than\n ever that the Taft Bank was, as her boss in Washington had told her,", "\"You make it sound so improper,\" Orison said.\n\n\n \"I'm far enough away to do you no harm, Miss McCall,\" the monitor said.\n \"Now, tell me what happened at the bank today.\"", "\"It seems a rather peculiar job,\" Orison said. \"After all, I'm a\n secretary. Is reading the newspaper aloud supposed to familiarize me\n with the Bank's operation?\"", "jacket, were enough to assure Orison that the Taft Bank was a curious\n bank indeed. \"I gotta say, chick, these references of yours really", "\"Department of Treasury Monitor J-12,\" the male voice said. \"Do you\n have anything to report, Miss McCall?\"\n\n\n \"Where are you, Monitor?\" she demanded.", "nonsense into a microphone. Let Washington make sense of that, she\n thought.\nIn a gloomy mood, Orison McCall showered and dressed for bed. Eleven", "\"We're pleased with your work, Miss McCall,\" Dink Gerding said. He took\n the chair to the right of her desk.\n\n\n \"It's nothing,\" Orison said, switching off the microphone.", "\"I'm Orison McCall,\" she said. A handsome man, she mused. Twenty-eight?\n So tall. Could he ever be interested in a girl just five-foot-three?\n Maybe higher heels?", "Taft National Bank and Trust Company needs is a joint raid by forces of\n the U.S. Treasury Department and the American Psychiatric Association.", "\"I'm Orison McCall,\" she said, and tried to smile back without showing\n teeth.", "\"Please do,\" Orison said. This bank president, for all his grace and\n presence, was obviously as kookie as his bank.", "\"Have you ever worked in a bank before, Miss McCall?\" Mr. Gerding\n asked, as though following her train of thought.", "a bit lower. \"Your work is splendid; your presence is Taft Bank's most\n charming asset; my only wish is to serve and protect you. To this end,", "\"Carry on, Colonel,\" the stranger replied. As the elevator door closed,\n he stepped up to Orison's desk. \"Good morning. Miss McCall,\" he said.", "\"What do they do?\" Orison asked.\n\n\n \"That's still a secret,\" Dink said, smiling. \"I can't tell even you\n that, not yet, even though you're my most confidential secretary.\"" ], [ "Orison flung the shoe and the pillow under her bed, and resolved\n to write Washington for permission to make her future reports by\n registered mail.\nII", "Home in her apartment, Orison set the notes of her first day's\n observations in order. Presumably Washington would call tonight for", "No call. Orison slipped between the sheets at eleven-thirty. The clock\n was set; the lights were out. Wasn't Washington going to call her?", "Orison folded the paper and put it in the \"Out\" basket. Someone would\n be here in a moment with something new to read. She'd best get going.", "nonsense into a microphone. Let Washington make sense of that, she\n thought.\nIn a gloomy mood, Orison McCall showered and dressed for bed. Eleven", "Orison briefed her pillow on the Earmuffs, on her task of reading to a\n microphone, and on the generally mimsy tone of the William Howard Taft\n National Bank and Trust Company. \"That's about it, so far,\" she said.", "Orison nodded. Holding her newspaper and her microphone, she read the\n one into the other. Mr. Wanji flicked his fingers in a good-by, then", "boss in Washington had told her that this job of hers, spying on Taft\n Bank from within, might prove dangerous. Indeed it was, she thought.\n She was in danger of becoming a solitary drinker.", "\"That's classified information,\" the voice said. \"Please speak directly\n to your pillow, Miss McCall.\"\n\n\n Orison lay down cautiously. \"All right,\" she whispered to her pillow.", "Orison finished the\nWall Street Journal\nby early afternoon. A\n page came up a moment later with fresh reading-matter: a copy of\n yesterday's", "\"Of a sort,\" Monitor J-12 agreed. \"We have to maintain communications\n security. Have you anything to report?\"\n\n\n \"I got the job,\" Orison said. \"Are you ... in that pillow ... all the\n time?\"", "Mr. Wanji had used? She'd have to report the message to Washington by\n tonight's pillow, and let the polyglots of Treasury Intelligence puzzle", "\"What do they do?\" Orison asked.\n\n\n \"That's still a secret,\" Dink said, smiling. \"I can't tell even you\n that, not yet, even though you're my most confidential secretary.\"", "\"You make it sound so improper,\" Orison said.\n\n\n \"I'm far enough away to do you no harm, Miss McCall,\" the monitor said.\n \"Now, tell me what happened at the bank today.\"", "the front for some highly irregular goings-on. An odd business for a\n Federal Mata Hari, Orison thought, reading a nonsense story into a\n microphone for an invisible audience.", "\"Yes, sir,\" Orison said. This laissez-faire policy of Taft Bank's\n might explain why she'd been selected from the Treasury Department's", "finished her tuna salad on whole-wheat, then went back upstairs to her\n lonely desk and her microphone. By five, Orison had finished the book,\n reading rapidly and becoming despite herself engrossed in the saga of", "\"I'm Orison McCall,\" she said, and tried to smile back without showing\n teeth.", "Orison scribbled down this intelligence in bemused Gregg before\n replying, \"I'm a local girl. Try me in English.\"", "\"We're pleased with your work, Miss McCall,\" Dink Gerding said. He took\n the chair to the right of her desk.\n\n\n \"It's nothing,\" Orison said, switching off the microphone." ], [ "Orison looked up. \"Oh, hello,\" she said. \"I didn't hear you come up.\"", "eyed Orison with the coolness due so attractive a competitor, and\n favored her with no gambit to enter their conversations. Orison sighed,", "Orison folded the paper and put it in the \"Out\" basket. Someone would\n be here in a moment with something new to read. She'd best get going.", "\"I'm Orison McCall,\" she said, and tried to smile back without showing\n teeth.", "\"Yes, sir,\" Orison said. She was wondering if she'd be issued earmuffs,\n now that she'd become an employee of this most peculiar bank.", "\"I've always been terrified of them,\" Orison said. \"When I was a little\n girl, I had to stay upstairs all day one Sunday because there was a", "Orison switched off her microphone at noon, marked her place in the\n book and took the elevator down to the ground floor. The operator was", "Orison closed her eyes, leaning back into Dink's arms, listening to\n the music that seemed on the outermost edge of her hearing. Wildness,", "Orison nodded. Holding her newspaper and her microphone, she read the\n one into the other. Mr. Wanji flicked his fingers in a good-by, then", "Orison went with her cupped hands to the nearest tank and sprinkled the\n mineral fishfood around inside it. The Microfabridae leaped from the", "Orison brushed the midget crustacean off her finger into the nearest\n tank, where he joined the busy boil of his fellows. She felt her ring.", "\"He was a very kind employer,\" Orison said. She tried to keep from\n staring at the most remarkable item of Mr. Wanji's costume, a pair of\n furry green earmuffs. It was not cold.", "\"I'm Orison McCall,\" she said. A handsome man, she mused. Twenty-eight?\n So tall. Could he ever be interested in a girl just five-foot-three?\n Maybe higher heels?", "finished her tuna salad on whole-wheat, then went back upstairs to her\n lonely desk and her microphone. By five, Orison had finished the book,\n reading rapidly and becoming despite herself engrossed in the saga of", "\"I had hoped you'd be happy here, Miss McCall,\" Kraft Gerding said.\n Orison struggled to release herself. She broke free only to have", "Orison jumped up, tossing the paper into her wastebasket. \"I quit!\" she\n shouted. \"You can take this crazy bank ... into bankruptcy, for all I", "Orison briefed her pillow on the Earmuffs, on her task of reading to a\n microphone, and on the generally mimsy tone of the William Howard Taft\n National Bank and Trust Company. \"That's about it, so far,\" she said.", "Orison was blinded by the lights, brilliant as noonday sun. The room\n extended through the entire seventh floor, its windows boarded shut,", "Orison flung the shoe and the pillow under her bed, and resolved\n to write Washington for permission to make her future reports by\n registered mail.\nII", "\"What is this?\" Orison demanded. \"Visiting-day at the zoo?\" She paused\n and shook her head. \"Excuse me, sir,\" she said. \"It's just that ...\n Vingt thing....\"" ], [ "the bowl of his hand. \"Pretty little fellow, isn't he?\" Dink asked.\n \"Here. You hold him.\"", "with calling me 'sir.' My name is Dink. It is ridiculous, but I'd enjoy\n your using it.\"", "\"Dink ... Dink!\" Orison shouted.\n\n\n \"My beloved younger brother is otherwise engaged than in the rescue of\n damsels in distress,\" Kraft said. \"Someone, after all, has to mind the\n bank.\"", "though struck by lightning, their arms thrown out before them, their\n faces abject against the floor. Kraft Gerding was slowly lowering\n himself to one knee. Dink had entered the spider-room. Without", "\"I came to bring a message to Dink,\" Orison said. \"Let me go, you\n acromegalic apes!\"\n\n\n \"The message?\" Kraft Gerding demanded.", "\"Dink?\" she asked. \"And I suppose you're to call me Orison?\"\n\n\n \"That's the drill,\" he said. \"One more question, Orison. Dinner this\n evening?\"", "\"Common courtesy,\" Miss Vingt explained. \"Also, darling, I'd like to\n draw your attention to one little point. Dink Gerding—you know, the", "shoulders and muscles and crewcut? Well, he's posted property. Should\n you throw your starveling charms at my Dink, you'd only get your little\n eyes scratched out. Word to the wise,", "\"You're too curious, and Wanji is too careless,\" Dink said. \"Now, what\n is this thing you have about spiders?\"", "\"Strange,\" Dink said. He walked over to the nearest tank and plucked\n one of the tiny pink creatures from a web-bridge. \"This is no spider,\n Orison,\" he said.", "\"They like gold,\" Dink explained, peering across her shoulder,\n comfortably close. \"They're attracted to it by a chemical tropism, as", "\"What do they do?\" Orison asked.\n\n\n \"That's still a secret,\" Dink said, smiling. \"I can't tell even you\n that, not yet, even though you're my most confidential secretary.\"", "Kraft struggled to one knee and remained kneeling, gazing up at Dink\n through half-closed eyes. \"No? Then get out of here, all of you.\nSamma!\n\"", "Dink brought his right fist up from hip-level, crashing it into Kraft's\n jaw. Kraft Gerding joined the Earmuffs on the floor.", "to the elevator. When the door slicked open Orison, staring after Dink,\n saw that each of the half-dozen men aboard snapped off their hats (but", "\"I stopped by to welcome you to the William Howard Taft National Bank\n and Trust Company family, Miss McCall,\" he said. \"I'm Kraft Gerding,\n Dink's elder brother. I understand you've met Dink already.\"", "Orison closed her eyes, leaning back into Dink's arms, listening to\n the music that seemed on the outermost edge of her hearing. Wildness,", "wearing earmuffs. \"My name,\" the stranger said, \"is Dink Gerding. I am\n President of this bank, and wish at this time to welcome you to our\n little family.\"", "clutch. This is Wanji. I got a kite for Mr. Dink Gerding. If you see\n him, tell him the escudo green is pale. Got that, doll?\"", "\"Yes, sir,\" Orison said. The hair of this new Mr. Gerding was cropped\n even closer than Dink's. His mustache was gray-tipped, like a patch" ], [ "\"I had hoped you'd be happy here, Miss McCall,\" Kraft Gerding said.\n Orison struggled to release herself. She broke free only to have", "\"I came to bring a message to Dink,\" Orison said. \"Let me go, you\n acromegalic apes!\"\n\n\n \"The message?\" Kraft Gerding demanded.", "Kraft Gerding called the elevator, marched aboard, favored Orison with\n a cold, quick bow, then disappeared into the mysterious heights above\n fifth floor.", "Kraft Gerding arose, stared for a moment at Dink and Orison, then, with\n the merest hint of a bow, led his two giant Earmuffs to the elevator.", "\"Yes, Mr. Wanji. I'll tell Mr. Gerding.\" Orison clicked the phone down.\n What now, Mata Hari? she asked herself. What was the curious language", "\"Kraft told you that?\" Dink Gerding released her and turned to the\n kneeling man. \"Stand up, Elder Brother.\"\n\n\n \"I....\"", "\"I stopped by to welcome you to the William Howard Taft National Bank\n and Trust Company family, Miss McCall,\" he said. \"I'm Kraft Gerding,\n Dink's elder brother. I understand you've met Dink already.\"", "Orison looked up. \"Oh, hello,\" she said. \"I didn't hear you come up.\"", "\"We're pleased with your work, Miss McCall,\" Dink Gerding said. He took\n the chair to the right of her desk.\n\n\n \"It's nothing,\" Orison said, switching off the microphone.", "\"Yes, sir,\" Orison said. The hair of this new Mr. Gerding was cropped\n even closer than Dink's. His mustache was gray-tipped, like a patch", "though struck by lightning, their arms thrown out before them, their\n faces abject against the floor. Kraft Gerding was slowly lowering\n himself to one knee. Dink had entered the spider-room. Without", "\"I'm Orison McCall,\" she said. A handsome man, she mused. Twenty-eight?\n So tall. Could he ever be interested in a girl just five-foot-three?\n Maybe higher heels?", "\"Dink ... Dink!\" Orison shouted.\n\n\n \"My beloved younger brother is otherwise engaged than in the rescue of\n damsels in distress,\" Kraft said. \"Someone, after all, has to mind the\n bank.\"", "\"Dink?\" she asked. \"And I suppose you're to call me Orison?\"\n\n\n \"That's the drill,\" he said. \"One more question, Orison. Dinner this\n evening?\"", "Orison closed her eyes, leaning back into Dink's arms, listening to\n the music that seemed on the outermost edge of her hearing. Wildness,", "\"I'm Orison McCall,\" she said, and tried to smile back without showing\n teeth.", "Kraft Gerding bowed and flashed his gelid smile. \"Until we meet again?\"", "eyed Orison with the coolness due so attractive a competitor, and\n favored her with no gambit to enter their conversations. Orison sighed,", "Instead, Kraft Gerding smiled a smile as frosty as his mustache and\n said, \"I understand that my younger brother has been talking with you,", "Orison finished the\nWall Street Journal\nby early afternoon. A\n page came up a moment later with fresh reading-matter: a copy of\n yesterday's" ], [ "Orison closed her eyes, leaning back into Dink's arms, listening to\n the music that seemed on the outermost edge of her hearing. Wildness,", "\"Dink?\" she asked. \"And I suppose you're to call me Orison?\"\n\n\n \"That's the drill,\" he said. \"One more question, Orison. Dinner this\n evening?\"", "\"I came to bring a message to Dink,\" Orison said. \"Let me go, you\n acromegalic apes!\"\n\n\n \"The message?\" Kraft Gerding demanded.", "\"Dink ... Dink!\" Orison shouted.\n\n\n \"My beloved younger brother is otherwise engaged than in the rescue of\n damsels in distress,\" Kraft said. \"Someone, after all, has to mind the\n bank.\"", "\"What do they do?\" Orison asked.\n\n\n \"That's still a secret,\" Dink said, smiling. \"I can't tell even you\n that, not yet, even though you're my most confidential secretary.\"", "\"I wish you hadn't come up here, Orison,\" Dink said. \"Why did you do\n it?\"", "of frosted furze; and his eyes, like Dink's, were cobalt blue. The\n head, Orison mused, would look quite at home in one of Kaiser Bill's\n spike-topped", "\"Yes, sir,\" Orison said. The hair of this new Mr. Gerding was cropped\n even closer than Dink's. His mustache was gray-tipped, like a patch", "\"I'm Orison McCall,\" she said. A handsome man, she mused. Twenty-eight?\n So tall. Could he ever be interested in a girl just five-foot-three?\n Maybe higher heels?", "to the elevator. When the door slicked open Orison, staring after Dink,\n saw that each of the half-dozen men aboard snapped off their hats (but", "and bowed slightly. West Point? Hardly. His manners were European.\n Sandhurst, perhaps, or Saint Cyr. Was she supposed to reply with a\n curtsy? Orison wondered.", "\"Have you read the story of Bluebeard?\" Orison asked. She stood close\n to Dink, keeping her eyes on the nearest spidertank. \"I had to see", "Half an hour further into the paper, Orison jumped, startled by the\n sudden buzz of her telephone. She picked it up. \"\nWanji e-Kal, Datto.\n Dink ger-Dink d'summa.\n\"", "\"He was a very kind employer,\" Orison said. She tried to keep from\n staring at the most remarkable item of Mr. Wanji's costume, a pair of\n furry green earmuffs. It was not cold.", "\"But we're on a first-name basis already,\" he pointed out. \"Dance?\"\n\n\n \"I'd love to,\" Orison said, half expecting an orchestra to march,\n playing, from the elevator.", "\"What is this?\" Orison demanded. \"Visiting-day at the zoo?\" She paused\n and shook her head. \"Excuse me, sir,\" she said. \"It's just that ...\n Vingt thing....\"", "\"Strange,\" Dink said. He walked over to the nearest tank and plucked\n one of the tiny pink creatures from a web-bridge. \"This is no spider,\n Orison,\" he said.", "Orison looked up. \"Oh, hello,\" she said. \"I didn't hear you come up.\"", "Mr. Wanji returned to Orison her letters of reference. \"What color\n bread you got eyes for taking down, baby?\" he asked.\n\n\n \"Beg pardon?\"", "\"I'm Orison McCall,\" she said, and tried to smile back without showing\n teeth." ], [ "\"Auga is rather intense,\" the new Mr. Gerding said.\n\n\n \"Yeah, intense,\" Orison said. \"Like a kidney-stone.\"", "\"Delighted,\" the visitor said, handing over an undelighted palm. \"I'm\n Auga Vingt. Auga, to my friends.\"", "\"What is this?\" Orison demanded. \"Visiting-day at the zoo?\" She paused\n and shook her head. \"Excuse me, sir,\" she said. \"It's just that ...\n Vingt thing....\"", "The elevator stopped to pick up the odious Auga. A passenger, male,\n stepped off. \"Good morning, Mr. Gerding,\" Miss Vingt said, bowing.", "Orison closed her eyes, leaning back into Dink's arms, listening to\n the music that seemed on the outermost edge of her hearing. Wildness,", "eyed Orison with the coolness due so attractive a competitor, and\n favored her with no gambit to enter their conversations. Orison sighed,", "\"I'm Orison McCall,\" she said. A handsome man, she mused. Twenty-eight?\n So tall. Could he ever be interested in a girl just five-foot-three?\n Maybe higher heels?", "Orison looked up. \"Oh, hello,\" she said. \"I didn't hear you come up.\"", "First the unspeakable Auga Vingt, then the obnoxious Kraft Gerding.\n Surely, Orison thought, recovering the\nWall Street Journal", "\"Isn't it lovely, the way you and I reached an understanding right\n off?\" Auga asked. \"Well, ta-ta.\" She turned and walked to the elevator,", "\"He was a very kind employer,\" Orison said. She tried to keep from\n staring at the most remarkable item of Mr. Wanji's costume, a pair of\n furry green earmuffs. It was not cold.", "\"Dink?\" she asked. \"And I suppose you're to call me Orison?\"\n\n\n \"That's the drill,\" he said. \"One more question, Orison. Dinner this\n evening?\"", "the landing was cellar-dark. Orison closed her eyes for a moment. There\n was a curious sound. The buzzing of a million bees, barely within the", "Orison scribbled down this intelligence in bemused Gregg before\n replying, \"I'm a local girl. Try me in English.\"", "\"I came to bring a message to Dink,\" Orison said. \"Let me go, you\n acromegalic apes!\"\n\n\n \"The message?\" Kraft Gerding demanded.", "said. \"Really, Miss McCall, our little pets are quite harmless. Were\n we to toss you into one of these tanks....\" Orison struggled against\n her two\nsumo", "extended his palm. Orison forced herself to look. The little creature,\n flesh-colored against his flesh, was nearly invisible, scuttling around", "\"What do they do?\" Orison asked.\n\n\n \"That's still a secret,\" Dink said, smiling. \"I can't tell even you\n that, not yet, even though you're my most confidential secretary.\"", "of frosted furze; and his eyes, like Dink's, were cobalt blue. The\n head, Orison mused, would look quite at home in one of Kaiser Bill's\n spike-topped", "\"But we're on a first-name basis already,\" he pointed out. \"Dance?\"\n\n\n \"I'd love to,\" Orison said, half expecting an orchestra to march,\n playing, from the elevator." ], [ "The door on the sixth floor was locked. Orison went on up the stairs to\n seven. The glass of the door there was painted black on the inside, and", "Orison looked up. \"Oh, hello,\" she said. \"I didn't hear you come up.\"", "Orison was blinded by the lights, brilliant as noonday sun. The room\n extended through the entire seventh floor, its windows boarded shut,", "\"I'll hold my breath,\" Orison promised. \"The elevator is just behind\n you. Push a button, will you? And\nbon voyage\n.\"", "Kraft Gerding called the elevator, marched aboard, favored Orison with\n a cold, quick bow, then disappeared into the mysterious heights above\n fifth floor.", "to the elevator. When the door slicked open Orison, staring after Dink,\n saw that each of the half-dozen men aboard snapped off their hats (but", "took off upstairs in the elevator.\nBy lunchtime Orison had finished the\nWall Street Journal\nand had", "it out. Meanwhile, she thought, scooting her chair back from her desk,\n she had a vague excuse to prowl the upper floors. The Earmuffs could\n only fire her.", "than Mr. Wanji's, being midnight blue in color. \"Lift us to five, Mac,\"\n Mr. Wanji said. As the elevator door shut he explained to Orison,", "aboard the elevator. Each of the chivalrous men, hat pressed to his\n heart, wore a pair of earmuffs. Orison nodded bemused acknowledgment", "\"Carry on, Colonel,\" the stranger replied. As the elevator door closed,\n he stepped up to Orison's desk. \"Good morning. Miss McCall,\" he said.", "\"I've always been terrified of them,\" Orison said. \"When I was a little\n girl, I had to stay upstairs all day one Sunday because there was a", "\"But we're on a first-name basis already,\" he pointed out. \"Dance?\"\n\n\n \"I'd love to,\" Orison said, half expecting an orchestra to march,\n playing, from the elevator.", "elevators. The uniformed operator nodded to Mr. Wanji, bowed slightly\n to Orison. He, too, she observed, wore earmuffs. His were more formal", "Orison switched off her microphone at noon, marked her place in the\n book and took the elevator down to the ground floor. The operator was", "and all. She began again to read the paper into the microphone. If she\n finished early enough, she might get a chance to prowl those Off-Limits\n upper floors.", "Kraft Gerding arose, stared for a moment at Dink and Orison, then, with\n the merest hint of a bow, led his two giant Earmuffs to the elevator.", "The elevator? No. The operators had surely been instructed to keep her\n off the upstairs floors.", "\"I wish you hadn't come up here, Orison,\" Dink said. \"Why did you do\n it?\"", "Orison reached under the bed for a shoe. Gripping it like a Scout-ax,\n she reached for the light cord with her free hand and tugged at it.\n\n\n The room was empty." ], [ "Dink brought his right fist up from hip-level, crashing it into Kraft's\n jaw. Kraft Gerding joined the Earmuffs on the floor.", "Kraft struggled to one knee and remained kneeling, gazing up at Dink\n through half-closed eyes. \"No? Then get out of here, all of you.\nSamma!\n\"", "\"Dink ... Dink!\" Orison shouted.\n\n\n \"My beloved younger brother is otherwise engaged than in the rescue of\n damsels in distress,\" Kraft said. \"Someone, after all, has to mind the\n bank.\"", "though struck by lightning, their arms thrown out before them, their\n faces abject against the floor. Kraft Gerding was slowly lowering\n himself to one knee. Dink had entered the spider-room. Without", "\"Kraft told you that?\" Dink Gerding released her and turned to the\n kneeling man. \"Stand up, Elder Brother.\"\n\n\n \"I....\"", "\"I came to bring a message to Dink,\" Orison said. \"Let me go, you\n acromegalic apes!\"\n\n\n \"The message?\" Kraft Gerding demanded.", "Kraft Gerding arose, stared for a moment at Dink and Orison, then, with\n the merest hint of a bow, led his two giant Earmuffs to the elevator.", "\"I stopped by to welcome you to the William Howard Taft National Bank\n and Trust Company family, Miss McCall,\" he said. \"I'm Kraft Gerding,\n Dink's elder brother. I understand you've met Dink already.\"", "\"You're too curious, and Wanji is too careless,\" Dink said. \"Now, what\n is this thing you have about spiders?\"", "clutch. This is Wanji. I got a kite for Mr. Dink Gerding. If you see\n him, tell him the escudo green is pale. Got that, doll?\"", "\"I wish you hadn't come up here, Orison,\" Dink said. \"Why did you do\n it?\"", "with calling me 'sir.' My name is Dink. It is ridiculous, but I'd enjoy\n your using it.\"", "shoulders and muscles and crewcut? Well, he's posted property. Should\n you throw your starveling charms at my Dink, you'd only get your little\n eyes scratched out. Word to the wise,", "\"Common courtesy,\" Miss Vingt explained. \"Also, darling, I'd like to\n draw your attention to one little point. Dink Gerding—you know, the", "\"So remember, Tiny, Dink Gerding is mine. You're all alone up here.\n You could get broken nails, fall down the elevator shaft, all sorts of\n annoyance. Understand me, darling?\"", "\"I had hoped you'd be happy here, Miss McCall,\" Kraft Gerding said.\n Orison struggled to release herself. She broke free only to have", "the bowl of his hand. \"Pretty little fellow, isn't he?\" Dink asked.\n \"Here. You hold him.\"", "\"What do they do?\" Orison asked.\n\n\n \"That's still a secret,\" Dink said, smiling. \"I can't tell even you\n that, not yet, even though you're my most confidential secretary.\"", "to the elevator. When the door slicked open Orison, staring after Dink,\n saw that each of the half-dozen men aboard snapped off their hats (but", "Instead, Kraft Gerding smiled a smile as frosty as his mustache and\n said, \"I understand that my younger brother has been talking with you," ], [ "full of a greenish fluid, seething with tiny pink bubbles. For a moment\n Orison thought she saw Benjamin Franklin winking up at her from the\n liquid. Then she screamed.", "Orison went with her cupped hands to the nearest tank and sprinkled the\n mineral fishfood around inside it. The Microfabridae leaped from the", "\"What's he doing now?\" Orison asked, watching the Microfabridus,\n perched up on the rear four of his six microscopic legs, scratching\n against her high-school class-ring with his tiny chelae.", "liquid like miniature porpoises, seizing the grains of sand in mid-air.\n \"They're so very strange,\" Orison said. At the bottom of the tank she", "Microfabridus from his palm to hers. It felt crisp and hard, like\n a legged grain of sand. Dink took a magnifier from his pocket and", "\"That's the hymn of the Microfabridae,\" Dink said. \"They all sing\n together while they work, a chorus of some twenty million voices.\" He", "thought she saw Ben Franklin again, winking at her through the bubbling\n life. Nonsense, she thought, brushing her hands.", "Orison counted the rows of tanks. Twelve rows, nine tiers. One hundred\n and eight tanks. She walked closer. The tubs were laced together by", "upon millions of spiders, each the size of a mustard-seed; crawling,\n leaping, swinging, spinning webs, seething in the hundred tanks. Orison", "Orison briefed her pillow on the Earmuffs, on her task of reading to a\n microphone, and on the generally mimsy tone of the William Howard Taft\n National Bank and Trust Company. \"That's about it, so far,\" she said.", "\"It's an ancient song,\" Dink said. \"The Microfabridae have been\n singing it for a million years.\" He released her, and opened a", "extended his palm. Orison forced herself to look. The little creature,\n flesh-colored against his flesh, was nearly invisible, scuttling around", "The pink bubbles, the tiny flesh-colored flecks glinting light from\n the spun-sugar bridges between the tanks, were spiders. Millions", "Orison brushed the midget crustacean off her finger into the nearest\n tank, where he joined the busy boil of his fellows. She felt her ring.", "nonsense into a microphone. Let Washington make sense of that, she\n thought.\nIn a gloomy mood, Orison McCall showered and dressed for bed. Eleven", "floor. \"... your flesh would be unharmed, though they spun and darted\n all around you. Our Microfabridae are petrovorous, Miss McCall. Of", "It was pitted where the Microfabridus had been nibbling. \"Strange,\n using crawdads in a bank,\" she said. She stood silent for a moment. \"I", "said. \"Really, Miss McCall, our little pets are quite harmless. Were\n we to toss you into one of these tanks....\" Orison struggled against\n her two\nsumo", "than Mr. Wanji's, being midnight blue in color. \"Lift us to five, Mac,\"\n Mr. Wanji said. As the elevator door shut he explained to Orison,", "\"What do they do?\" Orison asked.\n\n\n \"That's still a secret,\" Dink said, smiling. \"I can't tell even you\n that, not yet, even though you're my most confidential secretary.\"" ] ]

[ "Why does the author describe Charles Murray as a “publicity genius”?", "What is the main purpose of a “galley proof”?", "How long did it take for damaging criticism of the book to come out?", "What was an effect of the delay in the book’s circulation?", "According to Murray and Herrnstein:", "The author of “The Bell Curve Flattened” disagrees with Murray and Herrnstein’s assertions that:", "What is one reason the author thinks the regression analysis used by Murray and Herrstein was inadequate?", "Murray and Herrstein believe that _____ is not important to an individual’s success.", "What is the main message the author is sending by mentioning the tale of Plato’s cave?" ]

[ [ "He sent out numerous press releases and did a press tour for this book.", "He published first in academic journals to increase the book’s authority.", "He limited access as a way to increase the allure of the book before publication.", "He attacked critics of his book to discredit them." ], [ "To give editors a final version to proofread.", "To give readers a chance to pre-order the book.", "To offer experts an opportunity to critique the book.", "To generate buzz about a book before its publication." ], [ "There has never been criticism leveled at the book.", "Five years", "Six months", "A full year" ], [ "The book didn’t reach the top of the charts.", "Experts weren’t able to read through and collect evidence proving the book’s hypotheses wrong.", "Criticism of the book immediately created a backlash.", "The book sold fewer copies." ], [ "Poor black people are unintelligent.", "Poor people are able to work hard and get ahead.", "There are different types of intelligence.", "Successful people are clustered among the unintelligent." ], [ "IQ has more predictive power on success than parental socio-economics status.", "Education can increase opportunity.", "There is consensus that intelligence is a meaningless concept.", "Power and success are open to one and all on the basis of merit." ], [ "The results were able to be duplicated by other social scientists.", "The independent and dependent variables were clearly defined.", "The tests relied upon in the database were not truly IQ tests. ", "The sources relied upon were balanced and reliable." ], [ "Education", "IQ", "Parents' status", "Ability" ], [ "Caution that people who think they see things clearly may just be blinded by what they want to be true.", "Reminder to be careful what you read.", "Caution against the shadows of political correctness.", "Reminder that Plato believed in education." ] ]

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( shows how Herrnstein and Murray have made the", "and Murray give the impression that IQ is highly 'heritable,'", "a weekend-long personal briefing on the book's contents by Murray", "Murray consistently present themselves as fair- (or even liberal-) minded", "status.\" But Herrnstein and Murray's method of figuring socioeconomic", "Having conditioned its audience to view IQ as all-important, The Bell Curve then manipulates statistics in a way that makes IQ look bigger, and everything else smaller, in determining Americans' life-chances.", "Murray declare that \"the concept of intelligence has taken on", "and Murray begin by telling us that the liberal position on", "IQ tests, according to Murray and Herrnstein, measure an essential", "and Murray used to measure IQ is actually a measure", "and public health. The Bell Curve refers in passing to", "proofs were handpicked by Murray and his publisher. The ordinary" ], [ "of 100 to 200 flimsy \"galley proofs.\" These are", "the moment of publication. The people who had galley proofs", "sending out of galleys: Now the book will begin to", "Murray somehow got hold of the galleys of my own", "editors, and--most important--book critics. There is an ethos of", "Curve was not circulated in galleys before publication. The effect", "If the purpose", "publication. The result was what you'd expect: The first wave", "Murray himself (Herrnstein had died very recently), just before publication.", "own last book, and wrote me heatedly denying that he", ", it turns out, is full of mistakes ranging from", "proofs were handpicked by Murray and his publisher. The ordinary", "by excess of light.\" The image applies to The Bell", "a weekend-long personal briefing on the book's contents by Murray", "The chapter of", "lengthy evaluation before deciding whether to publish them. Herrnstein and", "two to go over the book with care did not", "(as Charles Lane demonstrated in the New York Review of", "purpose of the whole exercise is to figure out what our", "target. Meanwhile, the psychometricians who dominate the footnotes of The" ], [ "It wasn't until late 1995 that the most damaging criticism", "criticism of The Bell Curve began to appear, in tiny", "editors, and--most important--book critics. There is an ethos of", "Over the next few months, intellectuals took some pretty good", "publication. The result was what you'd expect: The first wave", "own last book, and wrote me heatedly denying that he", "Murray himself (Herrnstein had died very recently), just before publication.", "the moment of publication. 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The key points of their critique of The Bell Curve are as follows:", "the beginning of The Bell Curve , Herrnstein and Murray", "The Bell Curve Flattened", "Having conditioned its audience to view IQ as all-important, The Bell Curve then manipulates statistics in a way that makes IQ look bigger, and everything else smaller, in determining Americans' life-chances.", "Murray himself (Herrnstein had died very recently), just before publication.", "Herrnstein and Murray leave readers with the distinct impression that", "To see how The Bell Curve tries and fails to", "The Bell Curve are John Hunter, Arthur Jensen, Malcolm", "The Bell Curve", "status.\" But Herrnstein and Murray's method of figuring socioeconomic", "The Bell Curve is a relentless brief for the conservative", "many academic critics of The Bell Curve have objected to", "Virtually all the early commentators on The Bell Curve were", "). 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[ "In the beginning, how does the author try to make you feel about this world?", "Why were they getting the jeeps out?", "Which words best describe the mob of creatures?", "Which word doesn't describe the cadets?", "What isn't a reason that it was foolish for Gwayne to leave the ship in such a hurry?", "What isn't a reason for bringing the creature back to the ship?", "Why was space exploration so important?", "Why was the fuel drained out of Hennessy's ship's tank?", "Why did Gwayne decide that they all had to stay?" ]

[ [ "skeptical but optimistic", "curious and interested", "like it's uninhabited and scary", "like it's a place unworthy of going to" ], [ "to tour the planet", "to attack the natives", "to find the lost crew", "to go on an urgent rescue mission" ], [ "ugly, hairy, and clever", "monstrous, large, and foolish", "slow, strong, and mean", "tall, thick, and caring" ], [ "cautious", "naïve", "embellishers", "young" ], [ "the air is dangerous for him to breathe", "he forgot to bring the radio", "they didn't know for sure what was out there", "he was outnumbered" ], [ "they want to learn more about him", "they want to know why the ship had been hidden", "they want to know what happened to Hennessy's group", "they want revenge for what it did to the cadets" ], [ "it was trendy to live on a different planet", "there was a lot of interest in life on other planets", "they were running out of time on Earth", "people were trying to leave the wars on Earth" ], [ "Gwayne doesn't know", "Hennessy drained it so they couldn't leave", "it was destroyed by creatures from the planet", "the blobs used it for energy" ], [ "to discover all of the secrets on the planet", "because it was the best chance at human survival", "because everyone outside the hull is beyond saving", "to try to save Hennessy and his crew" ] ]

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

[ "Who is Beula and what is her connection to the narrator?", "In what room does Captain Hannah barricade himself? ", "What central difference between the planets Gloryanna and Mypore is most important to the story? Why is this significant to Hannah and the narrator?", "What kind of literary device is being used in the story’s title? \n", "What is Ironic about Captain Hannah’s time with the marocca plants? \n", "What is the last step Captain Hannah must conduct in order to deliver successfully fruited plants to Gloryanna. What is the symbolic significance of this? \n", "What does Captain Hannah use as an organic processor? \n", "What does the narrator say Captain Hannah has never been? \n" ]

[ [ "Beula is the narrator’s pet elephant. Her baby belongs to Captain Hannah, linking the two men even though they don’t like each other. \n\n", "Beula is Captain Hannah’s pet elephant. The narrator sold her Captain Hannah years ago, leading to a business relationship between the two men. \n\n", "Beula is Captain Hannah’s pet elephant. Her baby belongs to the narrator, linking the captain and the narrator. \n\n", "Beula is the narrator’s pet elephant. Her baby was sold to Captain Hannah, which led to a business relationship between the two men. \n\n" ], [ "The bathroom of the space bar\n", "The cockpit of the Delta Crucis", "The lobby of the Delta Crucis", "The bathroom of the Delta Crucis \n" ], [ "Mypore has outlawed and eradicated the marocca plants, while Gloryanna continues to cultivate them. Hannah and the narrator think they will be able to make an enormous profit by transporting and selling the plants to Mypore. ", "Gloryanna has outlawed and eradicated the marocca plants, while Mypore continues to to cultivate the plants. Gloryanna’s population is sick of making treks to Mypore just to purchase marocca, so the narrator and Hannah hope to capitalize on their desire by creating a shipping line between Gloryanna and Mypore.", "Gloryanna has outlawed and eradicated the marocca plants, while Mypore continues to to cultivate them. Gloryanna’s population is sick of Myporians trying to sell marocca on their planet, so the narrator and Hannah hope to capitalize on the issue by bringing them to Gloryanna’s black market.", "Gloryanna has outlawed and eradicated the marocca plants, while Mypore continues to cultivate the plants. Hannah and the narrator think they will be able to make an enormous profit by transporting and selling the plants to Gloryanna." ], [ "Metonymy: “Cake Walk” is a literal attribute/adjunct for the part of the ship Captain Hannah grows the marocca in. \n", "Irony: Captain Hannah faces so many trials and tribulations during his time with the plants that his voyage is very much NOT a cakewalk to Gloryanna. \n
", "Metaphor: Cake walk is a metaphor the narrator uses to describe Captain Hannah’s journey once complete. They were both surprised at the venture’s absurd ease. \n", "Euphemism: “Cake walk” is used by the narrator to politely suggest that the plants had their way with Captain Hannah.\n" ], [ "After all Captain Hannah suffers through in order to get to the plants to Gloryanna, it turns out that the Gloryannans have stopped all trade lines. He is asked to leave Gloryannan customs and never return. Hannah suffered for nothing. \n", "After all Captain Hannah suffers through in order to get to the plants to Gloryanna, it turns out that the Gloryannans absolutely detest the plant, and that it is illegal for good reason. The narrator’s plan to earn a profit by selling marocca where they don’t grow was completely wrong. Hannah suffered for nothing.", "After all Captain Hannah suffers through in order to get to the plants to Gloryanna, it turns out that the Myporians are the only people in the solar system who eat its fruit, and that virtually everybody else in the universe is pathologically allergic. ", "After all Captain Hannah suffers through in order to get to the plants to Gloryanna, it turns out that the Gloryannans won’t buy any from him because they are scared of their government. Hannah suffered for nothing. \n" ], [ "Captain Hannah must simulate proper sun exposure in order to ensure the plants’ vines don’t die. Their death would mean no fruit, symbolizing the way in which Hannah’s failure to keep the vines alive is the last possible way in which the narrator’s plan could fail. \n", "Captain Hannah must exterminate all of the spores and bugs before reaching Gloryanna, seeing as the Gloryannans will only accept marocca fruit alone for fear of reinfecting their planet with its spores. It is symbolic that Hannah cannot sell the objects which make the fruit, but only the fruit alone. \n", "Captain Hannah must feed the marocca cuttings from their vines, but only after mulching them through an organic processor. His body turns out to be the only processor on board, meaning Captain Hannah must eat and process the vine clippings with his own body. This symbolizes the kind of will the plants’ have  over Hannah—they have inconvenienced him to the extent of his own insides. \n", "Captain Hannah must feed the carollas to the dingleburys, but only after mulching them through an organic processor. His body turns out to be the only processor on board, meaning Captain Hannah must eat and process the bugs with his own body. This symbolizes the kind of will the carollas have over Hannah—they have inconvenienced him to the extent of his own insides. \n" ], [ "A fire pump\n", "The bodies of dead dinglebury bugs\n", "He uses a lamp to simulate the sun’s orbit on the planet Mypore \n", "His own body" ], [ "A gardener \n", "A good pilot \n", "An adequate elephant owner \n", "A handsome man\n" ] ]

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[ [ "care of her for him because Beulah's baby belongs to me and Beulah has\n to take care of it—kept us apart until we both cooled down a little.", "across the spaceport to where Beulah and I were waiting to greet him\n and hit me in the eye. Beulah—that's his elephant, but I have to take", "almost felt sorry for him, but just then Beulah came racking across\n the field with her two-ton infant in tow, to show her off to Hannah. I", "\"I lit out for the head again, to keep away from that intolerable\n whining. This time I took a luxurious shower and got rid of most of the", "Although he has never been a handsome man, he usually has the\n weathered and austere dignity that comes from plying the remote reaches", "turned out to be big, white, odorless flowers. They did nothing for me\n or to me. They drove the dingleburys wild, though, I'm happy to say.\n Made them forget all about me.", "\"Oh, no. These things didn't bite, they itched. And they got down\n inside of everything they could get down inside, and clung. That\n included my ears and my eyes and my nose.", "\"While they were having their orgy, I caught up on my reading. It\n was necessary for me to cut back the marocca vines. For one thing,", "\"So I spent the whole day—along with my usual chore of shifting the\n lights—blindfolding dingleburys. Which is a hell of a sport for a man\n who is captain of his own ship.\"", "\"Then after that you were all right, except for the tedium of moving\n the lights around?\" I asked him. I answered myself at once. \"No. There\n must be more. You haven't told me why you hid out in the bathroom, yet.\"", "\"Every time they got a little too worried, or I slipped and bumped into\n a plant too hard, or looked crosseyed at them, they bit me. If you", "happened was that I saw that there was one of the creatures that didn't\n seem to be having any trouble, but was acting like the book said it\n should. I caught it and examined it. The poor thing was blind, and was", "\"I didn't dare to get rid of the things without checking my book, of\n course, so it was back to the head for me. 'Night' had come again—and", "He shrugged. \"I couldn't say. By that time I was ignoring them. It was\n that or suicide. I had begun to get the feeling that they were stalking\n me. So I drew a blank.\"", "Hannah nodded. \"They were growing luxuriously.\" He nodded his head a\n couple of more times, in spite of the discomfort it must have given\n him.", "\"I was worried about those blossoms. I felt sure that they would smell\n terrible, or make me sick, or hypnotize me, or something. But they just", "\"I showered and swatted and started to read. I got as far as where it\n said that the dingleburys continued to be of importance, and then I'm\n afraid I fell asleep.", "I relaxed and leaned back in my chair. I no longer felt the need of\n rhial for myself. \"Tell me about it,\" I suggested.", "was one of the dingleburys, and it was as mad as blazes. It seems that\n one of the things they do is to defend the marocca against marauders.", "him that showed was a red mass of welts piled on more welts, as though\n he had tangled with a hive of misanthropic bees. The gold-braided hat" ], [ "\"Not yet,\" said Captain Hannah. \"Like you, I figured I had the\n situation fairly well under control, but like you, I hadn't thought", "reasonable at the time.\" Captain Hannah inhaled a sip of rhial, and\n seemed to be enjoying the powerful stuff. He acted as if he thought he\n had finished.", "\"Oh,\" said Captain Hannah in quiet tones of controlled desperation, \"it\n was very simple. I just put enough spin on the ship to make artificial", "\"I got them there safely,\" said Captain Hannah.\n\n\n \"And they are growing all right?\" I persisted.\n\n\n \"When I left, marocca was growing like mad,\" said Captain Hannah.", "\"They'll send you the bill. They don't figure it will take them more\n than a few months to complete the job.\"\n\n\n Captain Hannah stopped talking and stood up, painfully and a little\n unsteadily.", "I decided that his wince was intended for a nod, and ordered rhial.\n I only drink rhial when I've been exposed to Captain Hannah. It was", "I almost asked him why he had been barricaded in the bathroom of the\nDelta Crucis\n, but I figured it was safer to let him tell me in his\n own way, in his own time.", "among the stars. Call it the Look of Eagles. Captain Hannah had lost\n the Look of Eagles. His eyes were swollen almost shut; every inch of", "\"So I spent the whole day—along with my usual chore of shifting the\n lights—blindfolding dingleburys. Which is a hell of a sport for a man\n who is captain of his own ship.\"", "\"Then after that you were all right, except for the tedium of moving\n the lights around?\" I asked him. I answered myself at once. \"No. There\n must be more. You haven't told me why you hid out in the bathroom, yet.\"", "only trouble was—the cargo had a will of its own!\nCaptain Hannah climbed painfully down from the\nDelta Crucis\n, hobbled", "\"You'll remember that I warned you that we should take some marocca\n out into space and solve any problems we might find before committing\n ourselves to hauling a full load of it?\" asked Captain Hannah.", "Hannah nodded. \"They were growing luxuriously.\" He nodded his head a\n couple of more times, in spite of the discomfort it must have given\n him.", "I didn't ask Captain Hannah why he had socked me.", "\"I lit out for the head again, to keep away from that intolerable\n whining. This time I took a luxurious shower and got rid of most of the", "the air in the ship to get rid of the poison. I knew it was too late\n before I started, and for once I was right.", "He stared at me in silence for a moment. \"Well, it filled the cabin\n with great solid bubbles of water. Water bubbles will oscillate and", "\"Sure. Written in Myporian. A very difficult language to translate.\n Especially when you're barricaded in the head.\"", "\"But you solved the problem?\"\n\"In a sense,\" said the captain. \"I just emptied the pump back into the", "\"Well, after the dingleburys had eaten and propagated, they became\n inquisitive. They explored the whole ship, going into places I wouldn't" ], [ "\"Gloryanna III is the original home planet of marocca. They hated the\n stuff, of course, but they liked the profit. Then, when a plague almost", "\"Simmer down and have some more rhial,\" I told him. \"Sure I get the\n credit for that. Gloryanna III is almost a twin to Mypore II. You know", "Delta Crucis\nperpendicular to her direction of motion, put a once-every-twenty-one\n hour spin on her to match the rotation rates of Mypore II and Gloryanna", "of Limbo into real space near Gloryanna III. It was three days, the\n Control Tower on Gloryanna III told me, that they tried continuously\n to raise me on the communications gear before I heard the alarm bell", "\"It was you who said that we should carry those damn plants to\n Gloryanna III,\" he said balefully. \"I ought to black your other eye.\"", "us. The fruit of the marocca is delicious and fabulously expensive.\n The plant grew only on the single planet Mypore II. Transshipped seeds\n invariably failed to germinate, which explained its rarity.", "The Myporians were usually, and understandably, bitterly, opposed to\n letting any of the living plants get shipped off their planet. But when", "\"Of course, when I showed them our contract—that you alone were\n responsible for everything once I landed the plants safely on Gloryanna\n III, they let me go.", "\"The Gloryannans were going to hold my\nDelta Crucis\nas security to\n pay for the cost of stamping out marocca all over again—those spores\n sprout fast—and for a time I was worried.", "without any trouble, even in a no-gravity condition. And by the time I\n had lined up for Gloryanna and Jumped, I figured, like you said, that\n the trip would be a cakewalk.", "\"I got them there safely,\" said Captain Hannah.\n\n\n \"And they are growing all right?\" I persisted.\n\n\n \"When I left, marocca was growing like mad,\" said Captain Hannah.", "\"Oh,\" said Captain Hannah in quiet tones of controlled desperation, \"it\n was very simple. I just put enough spin on the ship to make artificial", "\"Well,\" he said, \"I got into parking orbit around Mypore without any\n trouble. The plastic film kept the water in the hydroponic tanks", "I offered them a sizable piece of cash plus a perpetual share of the\n profits for letting us take a load of marocca plants to Gloryanna III,", "among the stars. Call it the Look of Eagles. Captain Hannah had lost\n the Look of Eagles. His eyes were swollen almost shut; every inch of", "and answered them, so I had to do a good deal of backtracking before\n I could get into parking orbit around the planet, and then set\nDelta\n Crucis", "I figured that he figured that I had something to do with the way he\n looked.\n\n\n \"Shipping marocca to Gloryanna III didn't turn out to be a cakewalk\n after all?\" I suggested.", "fumigation system going. While I was sitting there with nothing much\n to do, I tried to translate what I could of the Myporian instructions.\n It was on page eleven that it mentioned casually that the midges—the", "to Mypore II. He took his time, did it without any trouble and made his\n fortune. And got out again quickly.", "to a radial position. And because somehow we had picked up half of\n the plants in the northern hemisphere of Mypore and the other half in\n the southern hemisphere, it turned out that half of the plants had a" ], [ "\"So I spent the whole day—along with my usual chore of shifting the\n lights—blindfolding dingleburys. Which is a hell of a sport for a man\n who is captain of his own ship.\"", "\"While they were having their orgy, I caught up on my reading. It\n was necessary for me to cut back the marocca vines. For one thing,", "\"But you solved the problem?\"\n\"In a sense,\" said the captain. \"I just emptied the pump back into the", "\"I lit out for the head again, to keep away from that intolerable\n whining. This time I took a luxurious shower and got rid of most of the", "happened was that I saw that there was one of the creatures that didn't\n seem to be having any trouble, but was acting like the book said it\n should. I caught it and examined it. The poor thing was blind, and was", "among the stars. Call it the Look of Eagles. Captain Hannah had lost\n the Look of Eagles. His eyes were swollen almost shut; every inch of", "fumigation system going. While I was sitting there with nothing much\n to do, I tried to translate what I could of the Myporian instructions.\n It was on page eleven that it mentioned casually that the midges—the", "fill itself full to bursting before it will reproduce. If I had the\n translation done correctly, they were supposed to dart gracefully\n around, catching carolla on the wing and stuffing themselves happily.", "\"Sure. Written in Myporian. A very difficult language to translate.\n Especially when you're barricaded in the head.\"", "\"Then after that you were all right, except for the tedium of moving\n the lights around?\" I asked him. I answered myself at once. \"No. There\n must be more. You haven't told me why you hid out in the bathroom, yet.\"", "\"Oh, no. These things didn't bite, they itched. And they got down\n inside of everything they could get down inside, and clung. That\n included my ears and my eyes and my nose.", "\"I showered and swatted and started to read. I got as far as where it\n said that the dingleburys continued to be of importance, and then I'm\n afraid I fell asleep.", "\"I didn't dare to get rid of the things without checking my book, of\n course, so it was back to the head for me. 'Night' had come again—and", "across the spaceport to where Beulah and I were waiting to greet him\n and hit me in the eye. Beulah—that's his elephant, but I have to take", "in a travesty of his usual forceful voice. \"But some things it should\n never try.\"\nHe lapsed back into silence after this uncharacteristic admission. I", "\"There were thousands and thousands of them, and each one of them made\n a tiny, maddening whine as it flew.\"\n\n\n \"And they bit? That explains your bumps?\" I asked sympathetically.", "\"There was one little catch, of course. The cuttings from the vines\n will poison the plants if they are fed back to them without having been", "\"I was worried about those blossoms. I felt sure that they would smell\n terrible, or make me sick, or hypnotize me, or something. But they just", "\"Simmer down and have some more rhial,\" I told him. \"Sure I get the\n credit for that. Gloryanna III is almost a twin to Mypore II. You know", "I'm afraid I didn't even notice when he blacked my other eye. I was too\n busy reaching for the rhial.\nEND" ], [ "\"I got them there safely,\" said Captain Hannah.\n\n\n \"And they are growing all right?\" I persisted.\n\n\n \"When I left, marocca was growing like mad,\" said Captain Hannah.", "\"You'll remember that I warned you that we should take some marocca\n out into space and solve any problems we might find before committing\n ourselves to hauling a full load of it?\" asked Captain Hannah.", "\"Oh,\" said Captain Hannah in quiet tones of controlled desperation, \"it\n was very simple. I just put enough spin on the ship to make artificial", "\"Well, go on,\" I urged him. \"The marocca plants were still in good\n shape, weren't they?\"", "reasonable at the time.\" Captain Hannah inhaled a sip of rhial, and\n seemed to be enjoying the powerful stuff. He acted as if he thought he\n had finished.", "\"Not yet,\" said Captain Hannah. \"Like you, I figured I had the\n situation fairly well under control, but like you, I hadn't thought", "Hannah nodded. \"They were growing luxuriously.\" He nodded his head a\n couple of more times, in spite of the discomfort it must have given\n him.", "\"They'll send you the bill. They don't figure it will take them more\n than a few months to complete the job.\"\n\n\n Captain Hannah stopped talking and stood up, painfully and a little\n unsteadily.", "\"Anyway, the action of the dingleburys triggered the violent growth\n phase of the marocca plants. Did you know that they plant marocca", "among the stars. Call it the Look of Eagles. Captain Hannah had lost\n the Look of Eagles. His eyes were swollen almost shut; every inch of", "\"While they were having their orgy, I caught up on my reading. It\n was necessary for me to cut back the marocca vines. For one thing,", "I decided that his wince was intended for a nod, and ordered rhial.\n I only drink rhial when I've been exposed to Captain Hannah. It was", "\"So I spent the whole day—along with my usual chore of shifting the\n lights—blindfolding dingleburys. Which is a hell of a sport for a man\n who is captain of his own ship.\"", "only trouble was—the cargo had a will of its own!\nCaptain Hannah climbed painfully down from the\nDelta Crucis\n, hobbled", "immediately got busy opening small buds on the stems of the marocca\n plants. Apparently they were pollinating them. I felt sure that these", "\"It was you who said that we should carry those damn plants to\n Gloryanna III,\" he said balefully. \"I ought to black your other eye.\"", "\"Gloryanna III is the original home planet of marocca. They hated the\n stuff, of course, but they liked the profit. Then, when a plague almost", "that marocca takes a very special kind of environment. Bright sun most\n of the time—that means an almost cloudless environment. A very equable\n climate. Days and nights the same length and no seasons—that means no", "us. The fruit of the marocca is delicious and fabulously expensive.\n The plant grew only on the single planet Mypore II. Transshipped seeds\n invariably failed to germinate, which explained its rarity.", "\"So then I did a few experiments, and found that the regular poison\n spray in the ship's fumigation system worked just fine. It killed\n the bugs without doing the plants any harm at all. Of course, the" ], [ "\"I got them there safely,\" said Captain Hannah.\n\n\n \"And they are growing all right?\" I persisted.\n\n\n \"When I left, marocca was growing like mad,\" said Captain Hannah.", "\"Oh,\" said Captain Hannah in quiet tones of controlled desperation, \"it\n was very simple. I just put enough spin on the ship to make artificial", "\"It was you who said that we should carry those damn plants to\n Gloryanna III,\" he said balefully. \"I ought to black your other eye.\"", "among the stars. Call it the Look of Eagles. Captain Hannah had lost\n the Look of Eagles. His eyes were swollen almost shut; every inch of", "\"Not yet,\" said Captain Hannah. \"Like you, I figured I had the\n situation fairly well under control, but like you, I hadn't thought", "only trouble was—the cargo had a will of its own!\nCaptain Hannah climbed painfully down from the\nDelta Crucis\n, hobbled", "Hannah nodded. \"They were growing luxuriously.\" He nodded his head a\n couple of more times, in spite of the discomfort it must have given\n him.", "\"You'll remember that I warned you that we should take some marocca\n out into space and solve any problems we might find before committing\n ourselves to hauling a full load of it?\" asked Captain Hannah.", "reasonable at the time.\" Captain Hannah inhaled a sip of rhial, and\n seemed to be enjoying the powerful stuff. He acted as if he thought he\n had finished.", "\"Of course, when I showed them our contract—that you alone were\n responsible for everything once I landed the plants safely on Gloryanna\n III, they let me go.", "formed fruit, and the fruit had ripened and dried, and the seeds had\n developed fully. They were popping and spreading fine dust-like spores\n all over the ship, those last few hours before I landed.", "\"They'll send you the bill. They don't figure it will take them more\n than a few months to complete the job.\"\n\n\n Captain Hannah stopped talking and stood up, painfully and a little\n unsteadily.", "I decided that his wince was intended for a nod, and ordered rhial.\n I only drink rhial when I've been exposed to Captain Hannah. It was", "I offered them a sizable piece of cash plus a perpetual share of the\n profits for letting us take a load of marocca plants to Gloryanna III,", "\"So then I did a few experiments, and found that the regular poison\n spray in the ship's fumigation system worked just fine. It killed\n the bugs without doing the plants any harm at all. Of course, the", "\"So I spent the whole day—along with my usual chore of shifting the\n lights—blindfolding dingleburys. Which is a hell of a sport for a man\n who is captain of his own ship.\"", "get the plants out of the ship. And I was a little anxious to get my\nDelta Crucis\nback to normal as soon as possible. But before cutting,\n I had to translate the gouge.", "\"There was one little catch, of course. The cuttings from the vines\n will poison the plants if they are fed back to them without having been", "\"The Gloryannans were going to hold my\nDelta Crucis\nas security to\n pay for the cost of stamping out marocca all over again—those spores\n sprout fast—and for a time I was worried.", "\"Simmer down and have some more rhial,\" I told him. \"Sure I get the\n credit for that. Gloryanna III is almost a twin to Mypore II. You know" ], [ "\"Oh,\" said Captain Hannah in quiet tones of controlled desperation, \"it\n was very simple. I just put enough spin on the ship to make artificial", "\"I got them there safely,\" said Captain Hannah.\n\n\n \"And they are growing all right?\" I persisted.\n\n\n \"When I left, marocca was growing like mad,\" said Captain Hannah.", "\"Not yet,\" said Captain Hannah. \"Like you, I figured I had the\n situation fairly well under control, but like you, I hadn't thought", "\"I was the special processor. That's what the instructions said—I\n translated very carefully—it required an 'organic processor'.", "\"They'll send you the bill. They don't figure it will take them more\n than a few months to complete the job.\"\n\n\n Captain Hannah stopped talking and stood up, painfully and a little\n unsteadily.", "reasonable at the time.\" Captain Hannah inhaled a sip of rhial, and\n seemed to be enjoying the powerful stuff. He acted as if he thought he\n had finished.", "among the stars. Call it the Look of Eagles. Captain Hannah had lost\n the Look of Eagles. His eyes were swollen almost shut; every inch of", "I decided that his wince was intended for a nod, and ordered rhial.\n I only drink rhial when I've been exposed to Captain Hannah. It was", "\"You'll remember that I warned you that we should take some marocca\n out into space and solve any problems we might find before committing\n ourselves to hauling a full load of it?\" asked Captain Hannah.", "only trouble was—the cargo had a will of its own!\nCaptain Hannah climbed painfully down from the\nDelta Crucis\n, hobbled", "mixed with a certain amount of processed mulch. Enzymes again. And\n there was only one special processor on board.", "Hannah nodded. \"They were growing luxuriously.\" He nodded his head a\n couple of more times, in spite of the discomfort it must have given\n him.", "\"So then I did a few experiments, and found that the regular poison\n spray in the ship's fumigation system worked just fine. It killed\n the bugs without doing the plants any harm at all. Of course, the", "\"But you solved the problem?\"\n\"In a sense,\" said the captain. \"I just emptied the pump back into the", "fumigation system going. While I was sitting there with nothing much\n to do, I tried to translate what I could of the Myporian instructions.\n It was on page eleven that it mentioned casually that the midges—the", "\"So I spent the whole day—along with my usual chore of shifting the\n lights—blindfolding dingleburys. Which is a hell of a sport for a man\n who is captain of his own ship.\"", "\"Eventually. Then I stopped to think of what to do with the water.\n It was full of minerals and manure and such, and I didn't want to\n introduce it into the ship's tanks.\"", "happened was that I saw that there was one of the creatures that didn't\n seem to be having any trouble, but was acting like the book said it\n should. I caught it and examined it. The poor thing was blind, and was", "things through. The plastic membranes hadn't torn when we brought the\n tanks in board the\nDelta Crucis\n. It never occurred to me to hunt", "formed fruit, and the fruit had ripened and dried, and the seeds had\n developed fully. They were popping and spreading fine dust-like spores\n all over the ship, those last few hours before I landed." ], [ "\"Not yet,\" said Captain Hannah. \"Like you, I figured I had the\n situation fairly well under control, but like you, I hadn't thought", "\"Oh,\" said Captain Hannah in quiet tones of controlled desperation, \"it\n was very simple. I just put enough spin on the ship to make artificial", "reasonable at the time.\" Captain Hannah inhaled a sip of rhial, and\n seemed to be enjoying the powerful stuff. He acted as if he thought he\n had finished.", "\"I got them there safely,\" said Captain Hannah.\n\n\n \"And they are growing all right?\" I persisted.\n\n\n \"When I left, marocca was growing like mad,\" said Captain Hannah.", "I didn't ask Captain Hannah why he had socked me.", "\"They'll send you the bill. They don't figure it will take them more\n than a few months to complete the job.\"\n\n\n Captain Hannah stopped talking and stood up, painfully and a little\n unsteadily.", "among the stars. Call it the Look of Eagles. Captain Hannah had lost\n the Look of Eagles. His eyes were swollen almost shut; every inch of", "I decided that his wince was intended for a nod, and ordered rhial.\n I only drink rhial when I've been exposed to Captain Hannah. It was", "\"You'll remember that I warned you that we should take some marocca\n out into space and solve any problems we might find before committing\n ourselves to hauling a full load of it?\" asked Captain Hannah.", "only trouble was—the cargo had a will of its own!\nCaptain Hannah climbed painfully down from the\nDelta Crucis\n, hobbled", "\"So I spent the whole day—along with my usual chore of shifting the\n lights—blindfolding dingleburys. Which is a hell of a sport for a man\n who is captain of his own ship.\"", "Although he has never been a handsome man, he usually has the\n weathered and austere dignity that comes from plying the remote reaches", "\"Your tests were no good,\" agreed the captain with feeling. \"I'll tell\n you about it first, and\nthen\nI'll black your other eye,\" he decided.", "Hannah nodded. \"They were growing luxuriously.\" He nodded his head a\n couple of more times, in spite of the discomfort it must have given\n him.", "\"But you solved the problem?\"\n\"In a sense,\" said the captain. \"I just emptied the pump back into the", "almost felt sorry for him, but just then Beulah came racking across\n the field with her two-ton infant in tow, to show her off to Hannah. I", "happened was that I saw that there was one of the creatures that didn't\n seem to be having any trouble, but was acting like the book said it\n should. I caught it and examined it. The poor thing was blind, and was", "in a travesty of his usual forceful voice. \"But some things it should\n never try.\"\nHe lapsed back into silence after this uncharacteristic admission. I", "\"And if you think I figured all that out about dingleburys getting\n dizzy at the time, in that madhouse of a ship, then you're crazy. What", "the air in the ship to get rid of the poison. I knew it was too late\n before I started, and for once I was right." ] ]

[ "What is Androka trying to make? \n", "What is implied when the narrator describes Nelson’s light colored hair? \n", "Where do the creatures from another world come from? \n", "What is Androka’s motivation for using the zone of silence? \n", "What is the significance of the evidence of human lodging on the islet? \n", "The yellow-gray mist indicates which of the following? \n", "Who are the four to blame for the Comerford’s incident? \n", "To what is the title of the story, “Silence is—Deadly” referring? \n", "Why is Brandt interested in The Comerford? \n" ]

[ [ "A zone of silence that is intended to stop Axis economic flow. \n", "A zone of silence that is deadly to all who pass through it. \n", "A zone of silence that will stop Americans from being able to radio Europe. \n", "A zone of silence that stops all radio signals that attempt to penetrate it. \n" ], [ "Nelson is German by ancestry, raised sympathetic to Germany’s cause. \n", "Nelson is German by ancestry, but was raised on the side of the American effort. \n", "Curtis is prejudiced against people with light hair. \n", "Nelson is Czech\n" ], [ "The Carethusia \n", "The Sea \n", "Germany", "An alien world\n" ], [ "He is helping the Nazi war effort\n", "He is helping the American Navy. \n", "He is doing Bob Curtis a favor by helping his ship be the most successful in the Navy. \n", "He is planning revenge against the Nazis for harming his family. \n" ], [ "Nazis were hiding out there.\n", "It will give Curtis and his crew mates shelter while they a stranded. \n", "The Americans have outposts everywhere. \n", "The Islet is where the zone of silence is to be built. \n" ], [ "A direct result of the zone of silence \n", "Curtis will be killed. \n", "The Holland blitzkrieg was a travesty \n", "Nazis are on The Comerford. \n" ], [ "Nelson, Androka, Brandt, Bradford", "Curtis, Androka, Brandt, Bradford \n", "Bradford, Nelson, Androka, Curtis\n", "Androka, Curtis, the radioman, Bradford \n" ], [ "Androka’s zone of silence is used as a deadly tool against the Nazi war effort. \n", "Androka’s zone of silence is used as a deadly tool against the Comerford’s crew. \n", "Androka’s zone of silence is used as a deadly tool, made in the name of revenging the Czech war effort. \n", "Androka’s zone of silence is used as a deadly tool, helping the Americans sneak up on a Nazi Islet. \n" ], [ "He is holding the ship ransom as revenge for what American has done to Germany. \n", "He is holding the ship ransom for Boarts—black diamonds. \n", "He wants to use its zone of silence to apprehend the Carthusia. \n", "He wants to use its zone of silence to trick other ships into crashing on the islet. \n" ] ]

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[ [ "Sometimes, Curtis thought old Androka was a bit wacky—a scientist\n whose mind had been turned by the horror that had come to his country", "Curtis left him at it, and went to rejoin Androka in the cabin. He\n found the little inventor pacing up and down, shaking his fists in the", "Androka held out his palms helplessly. \"I can do nothing. I have given\n orders to my assistant that he must keep two hours of radio silence! I\n can get no message to him, for our radio is dead!\"", "up there—a strange-looking object that looked something like an\n old-fashioned trench mortar, and which connected with cables to the\n room that served as Androka's laboratory and workshop.", "\"Can we trust Androka?\" Nelson asked, with a sudden note of suspicion\n in his voice.\n\n\n \"Yes,\" Brandt assured him. \"Of all men—we can trust Androka!\"", "A far-away look came into Androka's eyes. He did not seem to hear\n the question. He lowered his voice: \"My daughter is still in Prague.", "foreigners whom it chooses as its agents,\" Brandt pointed out. \"Androka\n has a daughter and other relations in Prague. He knows that if anything", "; and ve have another invention of\n Androka's vich vill be even more useful vhen ve come to cut the\nCarethusia\nout of her convoy.\"", "\"Dead!\" Androka muttered, with a bitter laugh. \"Yet not dead,\n gentlemen! The set is uninjured. The waves are what have been upset. I", "misfires, if there is the slightest suspicion of treachery on his part,\n his daughter and the others will suffer. Androka's loyalty is assured!\"", "And bustling all over the place, barking excited commands in German,\n pushing and pulling and pointing to emphasize his directions, was the\n strange figure of Professor Zukor Androka!", "Curtis was a little shocked by the hatred that gleamed in Androka's\n eyes, under their bushy brows. There was something of the wild animal\n in the man's expression, as his lips drew back from his yellowed teeth.", "from Norfolk. With him came a boatload of scientific apparatus and\n equipment, including a number of things that looked like oxygen tanks,\n which were now stored in the forward hold. Androka had watched over", "\"I'd rather get along without Androka, if we could!\" Nelson muttered.\n \"He's nothing but a crackpot!\"", "And when that task was completed, lifeboats began to come alongside\n with strange-looking radio equipment, and more gas tanks like those\n Androka had brought aboard the", "Androka had arrived on board the\nComerford\nthe day before she sailed", "\"And if the Nazi agents in America knew of the islet from which my zone\n of silence is projected—\" Androka paused, his head tilted to one side,", "The pieces of the picture fitted together like a jigsaw\n puzzle—Androka's zone of silence; the bearings given by radio;\n Navigating Officer Nelson's queer conduct. They were all part of a\n carefully laid plan!", "Curtis was studying the wreckage of the wireless station, wondering\n if this might have been the source of Androka's zone of silence, when\n Ensign Jack Dillon came up to him.", "Curtis recalled that Nelson and Androka had long conversations\n together—conversations which they would end abruptly when anyone else" ], [ "was\nNelson, his shaggy blond brows drawn scowlingly down\n over his pale eyes; his thin face a mass of tense lines; his big hands", "\"Come in, Nelson!\" he said.\n\n\n Nelson shouldered his way inside, and stood there in his dripping\n oilskins, blinking his eyes against the yellow light.", "\"Yes,\" Nelson said. \"That came through all right. And won't Curtis have\n a time explaining it!\"", "All the suspicious circumstances surrounding Nelson came flooding into\n Curtis' mind. He had never liked the man; never trusted him. Nelson\n always acted as if he had some secret, something to hide.", "\"But this storm, sir!\" Nelson avoided Curtis' friendly eyes and slipped\n out from under his arm. \"It's got me worried. Quartering wind of", "Commander Bob Curtis roused himself from his doze, got up from his\n chair, stretched himself to his full, lanky height and yawned. That\n would be Nelson, his navigating officer. Nelson always knocked that", "Curtis didn't hurry. It pleased him to let Nelson wait. He moved slowly\n to the door, paused there, and flung a backward glance at the man in", "He came up to Nelson, saluted, and held out his hand, introducing\n himself as Herr Kommander Brandt. He began to speak in German, but\n Nelson stopped him.", "Nelson complied, and the throbbing drive of the engines lessened\n at once. Nelson said: \"I've been wondering, sir, if it wouldn't be", "Nelson spoke in a low tone, his lips close to Bradford's ear. \"It\n worked, Joe!\"\n\n\n \"Yeah!\" Bradford agreed. \"It worked—fine!\"", "Curtis sighed with relief. He saw that Nelson was staring fiercely\n at the radio operator, as the man went on calling: \"U. S. Cruiser", "from an ancient fairy tale or a modern horror story. Nelson looked like\n a goblin himself, with his face covered by a respirator. At his side,", "Curtis recalled that Nelson and Androka had long conversations\n together—conversations which they would end abruptly when anyone else", "The three—Brandt, Nelson and Bradford—stood on the bridge and talked,\n while the efficient stretcher-bearers worked industriously to remove\n the limp bodies of the", "A man with a flashlight was approaching him. Its white glare shone for\n a moment in Curtis' face, and the familiar voice of Ensign Jack Dillon\n spoke: \"Commander Curtis! Are you O. K., sir?\"", "\"The professor's in his glory!\" Nelson remarked to Kommander Brandt.\n\n\n \"Funny thing about him,\" Bradford put in, \"is that his inventions work.\n That zone of silence cut us off completely.\"", "Descending a companionway to see what was going on below, Nelson found\n that portholes were being opened, and men were spraying chemical around", "Bob Curtis stared at him, as if questioning his sanity. Then he\n hastened to the radio room, with Nelson at his heels, and the Czech\n trotting along behind.", "Curtis felt Nelson's hand grip his shoulder, as he put his lips close\n to his ear and shouted: \"You must have been right, sir, and the radio", "on board. But there was no question of his ability. He was a good\n navigating officer—dependable, accurate, conscientious. Nevertheless,\n his taut face, restless, searching eyes, and eternally nervous manner" ], [ "stricken helpless. And then Curtis saw other forms flitting about the\n deck—forms that looked like creatures from another world, but he\n recognized them for what they were—men wearing gas masks.", "from Norfolk. With him came a boatload of scientific apparatus and\n equipment, including a number of things that looked like oxygen tanks,\n which were now stored in the forward hold. Androka had watched over", "And when that task was completed, lifeboats began to come alongside\n with strange-looking radio equipment, and more gas tanks like those\n Androka had brought aboard the", "The door burst open as they neared it. A frightened operator came out,\n still wearing his earphones, and stood staring upward incredulously at\n the aërial.", "All around him in the nearly total darkness, he could make out the dim\n forms of men sprawled on the beach; and of other men moving about,\n exploring. He heard the murmur of voices and saw the glow of lighted\n cigarettes.", "From her bridge, Navigating Officer Nelson watched the gas-masked\n figures moving about the decks, descending companionways—like goblins", "from an ancient fairy tale or a modern horror story. Nelson looked like\n a goblin himself, with his face covered by a respirator. At his side,", "In another hour, the skies had cleared, and white moonlight flooded\n the scene with a ghostly radiance. The men of the\nComerford", "The vapor clouds that enveloped the\nComerford\nwere becoming thicker.\n All about the deck lay the forms of unconscious seamen, suddenly", "And then he became aware of a deadly stillness. A vast wall of silence\n enveloped the entire cruiser. Looking over the side, he could no longer\n see the waves that a few minutes before had beaten savagely against the\n ship.", "Curtis opened the door and looked out. Rain whipped against his face\n like a stinging wet lash. Overhead, the sky was a storm-racked mass of\n clouds, broken in one spot by a tiny patch of starlit blue.", "\"Dead!\" Androka muttered, with a bitter laugh. \"Yet not dead,\n gentlemen! The set is uninjured. The waves are what have been upset. I", "Another had found the remains of tents and log cabins, recently\n demolished, in a small, timbered hollow—a well-hidden spot invisible\n from the air, unless one were flying very low; a place where two", "The three—Brandt, Nelson and Bradford—stood on the bridge and talked,\n while the efficient stretcher-bearers worked industriously to remove\n the limp bodies of the", "more of it was coming up from below—from ventilators and hatchways and\n skylights—as if the whole ship were flooded with some evil vapor.", "They went on through the night. The starlit gap in the clouds had\n closed. The sky was again a blanket of darkness pouring sheets of rain\n at them.", "\"; the other was \"convoy.\" But gradually his eardrums\n began to throb, as if someone were pounding on them from the inside. He", "Curtis heard the anchor let down, as if by invisible hands, the chain\n screaming and flailing its clanking way through the hawse hole. Then he\n was completely walled in by the yellowish-gray mist. He felt his senses\n swimming.", "With the coming of dawn, a little exploration revealed that the\nComerford's\ncrew was marooned on an islet, about a square mile in", "Voices droned all around him in mumbling confusion—guttural voices\n that ebbed and flowed in a tide of excited talk. He caught a word of\n English now and then, mixed in with a flood of Teuton phonetics." ], [ "Androka held out his palms helplessly. \"I can do nothing. I have given\n orders to my assistant that he must keep two hours of radio silence! I\n can get no message to him, for our radio is dead!\"", "\"And if the Nazi agents in America knew of the islet from which my zone\n of silence is projected—\" Androka paused, his head tilted to one side,", "The pieces of the picture fitted together like a jigsaw\n puzzle—Androka's zone of silence; the bearings given by radio;\n Navigating Officer Nelson's queer conduct. They were all part of a\n carefully laid plan!", "Curtis was studying the wreckage of the wireless station, wondering\n if this might have been the source of Androka's zone of silence, when\n Ensign Jack Dillon came up to him.", "\"Hereafter,\" Brandt said solemnly, \"the zone of silence vill be\n projected from the\nComerford", "foreigners whom it chooses as its agents,\" Brandt pointed out. \"Androka\n has a daughter and other relations in Prague. He knows that if anything", "A far-away look came into Androka's eyes. He did not seem to hear\n the question. He lowered his voice: \"My daughter is still in Prague.", "\"The professor's in his glory!\" Nelson remarked to Kommander Brandt.\n\n\n \"Funny thing about him,\" Bradford put in, \"is that his inventions work.\n That zone of silence cut us off completely.\"", "Sometimes, Curtis thought old Androka was a bit wacky—a scientist\n whose mind had been turned by the horror that had come to his country", "\"Can we trust Androka?\" Nelson asked, with a sudden note of suspicion\n in his voice.\n\n\n \"Yes,\" Brandt assured him. \"Of all men—we can trust Androka!\"", "misfires, if there is the slightest suspicion of treachery on his part,\n his daughter and the others will suffer. Androka's loyalty is assured!\"", "Curtis left him at it, and went to rejoin Androka in the cabin. He\n found the little inventor pacing up and down, shaking his fists in the", "; and ve have another invention of\n Androka's vich vill be even more useful vhen ve come to cut the\nCarethusia\nout of her convoy.\"", "And then he became aware of a deadly stillness. A vast wall of silence\n enveloped the entire cruiser. Looking over the side, he could no longer\n see the waves that a few minutes before had beaten savagely against the\n ship.", "have shattered them around your ship, just as I can eventually shatter\n them all over Central Europe! For the next two hours, no radio messages\n can enter or leave my zone of radio silence—of refracted radio waves,", "how much you can get! It will be no more than Hitler can get when Zukor\n Androka decrees silence over the German airways! Try it! Try it, I say!\"", "Curtis recalled that Nelson and Androka had long conversations\n together—conversations which they would end abruptly when anyone else", "And bustling all over the place, barking excited commands in German,\n pushing and pulling and pointing to emphasize his directions, was the\n strange figure of Professor Zukor Androka!", "\"I'd rather get along without Androka, if we could!\" Nelson muttered.\n \"He's nothing but a crackpot!\"", "\"Dead!\" Androka muttered, with a bitter laugh. \"Yet not dead,\n gentlemen! The set is uninjured. The waves are what have been upset. I" ], [ "There was a good water supply—a small creek fed by springs—but\n nothing in the way of food. Evidently food was a precious commodity\n which the recent inhabitants of the islet couldn't afford to leave\n behind.", "With the coming of dawn, a little exploration revealed that the\nComerford's\ncrew was marooned on an islet, about a square mile in", "Another had found the remains of tents and log cabins, recently\n demolished, in a small, timbered hollow—a well-hidden spot invisible\n from the air, unless one were flying very low; a place where two", "One searching party reported finding the remains of what had been a\n radio station on a high promontory on the north shore of the islet.", "set up by my little station on one of the neighboring islets!\"\nThere was a long pause, while commander and navigator stared at him.\n Curtis was the first to speak.", "All around him in the nearly total darkness, he could make out the dim\n forms of men sprawled on the beach; and of other men moving about,\n exploring. He heard the murmur of voices and saw the glow of lighted\n cigarettes.", "his treasures with the jealous care of a mother hen, and spent hours\n daily in the room in the superstructure that had been assigned as his\n laboratory.", "According to his last calculations, the\nComerford\nhad been cruising\n off the Maine coast. This probably was one of the islets of that\n region, or it might be the mainland.", "found himself lying in wet sand, on a beach, somewhere, with the\n rain—now a light, driving mist—beating on his face. He was chilled;", "Curtis went around, finding the officers, issuing orders. There were\n still some unconscious men to be revived. In a sheltered cove among\n the rocks, an exploring group had found enough dry driftwood to make a\n fire—", "\"As if by providence, sir, there's a clear patch. I'm wondering—\" His\n voice trailed off, but his eyes swung toward the gleaming sextant on\n the rack.", "loss, if he had been more alert, more suspicious. For it was clear to\n him now that the\nComerford\nhad been deliberately steered to this", "advisable to try getting a radio cross-bearing. With all these rocks\n and islets—\"", "disappointment that messages had penetrated his veil of silence, they\n raced for the chart room.\nQuickly the parallels stepped off the bearing from the designated", "area; that they had been put ashore without food or extra clothing or\n equipment of any kind, and that no boats had been left for them.", "hundred or more men could have camped.", "Curtis heard the anchor let down, as if by invisible hands, the chain\n screaming and flailing its clanking way through the hawse hole. Then he\n was completely walled in by the yellowish-gray mist. He felt his senses\n swimming.", "Curtis ordered a beacon kept burning on a high promontory. Then he got\n the men lined up, according to their respective classifications, for a\n check-up on the missing.", "Curtis left him at it, and went to rejoin Androka in the cabin. He\n found the little inventor pacing up and down, shaking his fists in the", "had\n all regained consciousness and were drying out in front of the big\n driftwood bonfires in the cove." ], [ "Curtis heard the anchor let down, as if by invisible hands, the chain\n screaming and flailing its clanking way through the hawse hole. Then he\n was completely walled in by the yellowish-gray mist. He felt his senses\n swimming.", "The\nComerford\nwas shrouded in a huge pall of yellowish-gray mist, and", "found himself lying in wet sand, on a beach, somewhere, with the\n rain—now a light, driving mist—beating on his face. He was chilled;", "\"Come in, Nelson!\" he said.\n\n\n Nelson shouldered his way inside, and stood there in his dripping\n oilskins, blinking his eyes against the yellow light.", "And then he became aware of a deadly stillness. A vast wall of silence\n enveloped the entire cruiser. Looking over the side, he could no longer\n see the waves that a few minutes before had beaten savagely against the\n ship.", "The vapor clouds that enveloped the\nComerford\nwere becoming thicker.\n All about the deck lay the forms of unconscious seamen, suddenly", "stricken helpless. And then Curtis saw other forms flitting about the\n deck—forms that looked like creatures from another world, but he\n recognized them for what they were—men wearing gas masks.", "anything—\nThe rain had abated to a foggy drizzle. The wash of the surf swung the\nComerford\nin a lazy, rolling motion, as she lay with her bow nosing", "All around him in the nearly total darkness, he could make out the dim\n forms of men sprawled on the beach; and of other men moving about,\n exploring. He heard the murmur of voices and saw the glow of lighted\n cigarettes.", "Curtis opened the door and looked out. Rain whipped against his face\n like a stinging wet lash. Overhead, the sky was a storm-racked mass of\n clouds, broken in one spot by a tiny patch of starlit blue.", "In another hour, the skies had cleared, and white moonlight flooded\n the scene with a ghostly radiance. The men of the\nComerford", "The words struck Curtis with the numbing shock of a blow on some nerve\n center. For the first time, he realized fully the tragedy that had", "Stars were twinkling in a patch of black-blue sky, and broken mountains\n of gray cloud were skudding before the east wind. Commander Bob Curtis", "Curtis was a little shocked by the hatred that gleamed in Androka's\n eyes, under their bushy brows. There was something of the wild animal\n in the man's expression, as his lips drew back from his yellowed teeth.", "air; pausing every now and then to run his bony fingers through his\n tangled mop of gray hair, or to claw nervously at his beard.", "\"; the other was \"convoy.\" But gradually his eardrums\n began to throb, as if someone were pounding on them from the inside. He", "From her bridge, Navigating Officer Nelson watched the gas-masked\n figures moving about the decks, descending companionways—like goblins", "fumbling at the neck of his slicker. Rain was coursing down his white\n cheeks, streaking them with glistening furrows.", "more of it was coming up from below—from ventilators and hatchways and\n skylights—as if the whole ship were flooded with some evil vapor.", "The wizened face of the older man was molded in intent lines of\n concentration, as his bushy gray head bent over his drawing board.\n Curtis got a glimpse of the design on which he was working, and his\n lips relaxed in a faint smile." ], [ "loss, if he had been more alert, more suspicious. For it was clear to\n him now that the\nComerford\nhad been deliberately steered to this", "In another hour, the skies had cleared, and white moonlight flooded\n the scene with a ghostly radiance. The men of the\nComerford", "When this was completed, it was found that the\nComerford's\nentire\n complement of two hundred and twenty men were present—except", "With the coming of dawn, a little exploration revealed that the\nComerford's\ncrew was marooned on an islet, about a square mile in", "Comerford\nwith him, and dynamos and\n batteries that looked like something out of a scientific nightmare.", "The\nComerford\nwas shrouded in a huge pall of yellowish-gray mist, and", "The vapor clouds that enveloped the\nComerford\nwere becoming thicker.\n All about the deck lay the forms of unconscious seamen, suddenly", "Comerford's\nunconscious crew and row them\n ashore.", "Androka had arrived on board the\nComerford\nthe day before she sailed", "The three—Brandt, Nelson and Bradford—stood on the bridge and talked,\n while the efficient stretcher-bearers worked industriously to remove\n the limp bodies of the", "According to his last calculations, the\nComerford\nhad been cruising\n off the Maine coast. This probably was one of the islets of that\n region, or it might be the mainland.", "The limp bodies of the\nComerford's\ncrew were being carried to the\n lowered accommodation ladder and transferred into waiting lifeboats.", "anything—\nThe rain had abated to a foggy drizzle. The wash of the surf swung the\nComerford\nin a lazy, rolling motion, as she lay with her bow nosing", "his ship.\" He turned to Brandt. \"You have plenty of men to work the\nComerford\n?\"", "\"U. S. Cruiser\nComerford\ncalling Station 297!\" the operator intoned,\n winking at the two officers over Androka's discomfiture, and asked for\n the bearings.", "The answer came back: \"Bearings north east by a quarter east, U. S.\n Cruiser\nComerford\n!\"", "There were those who said it was the work of sappers who had tunneled\n under the foundations, while others laid the induction of the gas to\n Fifth Column traitors. There were a hundred more or less plausible\n explanations—", "The words struck Curtis with the numbing shock of a blow on some nerve\n center. For the first time, he realized fully the tragedy that had", "to rid the below-decks atmosphere of the lethal gas that had overcome\n the\nComerford's\nAmerican crew.", "All the suspicious circumstances surrounding Nelson came flooding into\n Curtis' mind. He had never liked the man; never trusted him. Nelson\n always acted as if he had some secret, something to hide." ], [ "SILENCE IS—DEADLY\nBy Bertrand L. Shurtleff\nRadio is an absolute necessity in modern\n\n organization—and particularly in modern\n\n naval organization. If you could silence all", "And then he became aware of a deadly stillness. A vast wall of silence\n enveloped the entire cruiser. Looking over the side, he could no longer\n see the waves that a few minutes before had beaten savagely against the\n ship.", "radio—silence of that sort would be deadly!\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from\n\n Astounding Science-Fiction April 1942.", "\"Hereafter,\" Brandt said solemnly, \"the zone of silence vill be\n projected from the\nComerford", "Androka held out his palms helplessly. \"I can do nothing. I have given\n orders to my assistant that he must keep two hours of radio silence! I\n can get no message to him, for our radio is dead!\"", "\"Bearing, sir?\" The man brought his eyes down with difficulty, as if\n still dissatisfied. \"I'm sorry, sir, but the outfit's dead. Went out on", "have shattered them around your ship, just as I can eventually shatter\n them all over Central Europe! For the next two hours, no radio messages\n can enter or leave my zone of radio silence—of refracted radio waves,", "\"The professor's in his glory!\" Nelson remarked to Kommander Brandt.\n\n\n \"Funny thing about him,\" Bradford put in, \"is that his inventions work.\n That zone of silence cut us off completely.\"", "\"And if the Nazi agents in America knew of the islet from which my zone\n of silence is projected—\" Androka paused, his head tilted to one side,", "\"; the other was \"convoy.\" But gradually his eardrums\n began to throb, as if someone were pounding on them from the inside. He", "\"Dead!\" Androka muttered, with a bitter laugh. \"Yet not dead,\n gentlemen! The set is uninjured. The waves are what have been upset. I", "that had recently been established to insure safety to naval vessels,\n but there was no answer on any of the bands—not even the blare of a\n high-powered commercial program in the higher reach, nor the chatter of", "The words struck Curtis with the numbing shock of a blow on some nerve\n center. For the first time, he realized fully the tragedy that had", "The pieces of the picture fitted together like a jigsaw\n puzzle—Androka's zone of silence; the bearings given by radio;\n Navigating Officer Nelson's queer conduct. They were all part of a\n carefully laid plan!", "how much you can get! It will be no more than Hitler can get when Zukor\n Androka decrees silence over the German airways! Try it! Try it, I say!\"", "Nelson spoke in a low tone, his lips close to Bradford's ear. \"It\n worked, Joe!\"\n\n\n \"Yeah!\" Bradford agreed. \"It worked—fine!\"", "So are my sister and her husband, and\ntheir\ntwo daughters. If the\ngestapo\nknew what I am doing, all of them would be better dead. You", "There was a solemn note in Dillon's voice. \"No, sir. She's been worked\n off the sandbar and put to sea!\"", "understand—better dead?\"", "\"Those tanks you have below,\" Curtis said, \"have they some connection\n with this radio silence?\"" ], [ "his ship.\" He turned to Brandt. \"You have plenty of men to work the\nComerford\n?\"", "loss, if he had been more alert, more suspicious. For it was clear to\n him now that the\nComerford\nhad been deliberately steered to this", "foreigners whom it chooses as its agents,\" Brandt pointed out. \"Androka\n has a daughter and other relations in Prague. He knows that if anything", "He came up to Nelson, saluted, and held out his hand, introducing\n himself as Herr Kommander Brandt. He began to speak in German, but\n Nelson stopped him.", "\"Hereafter,\" Brandt said solemnly, \"the zone of silence vill be\n projected from the\nComerford", "\"The professor's in his glory!\" Nelson remarked to Kommander Brandt.\n\n\n \"Funny thing about him,\" Bradford put in, \"is that his inventions work.\n That zone of silence cut us off completely.\"", "The three—Brandt, Nelson and Bradford—stood on the bridge and talked,\n while the efficient stretcher-bearers worked industriously to remove\n the limp bodies of the", "\"Can we trust Androka?\" Nelson asked, with a sudden note of suspicion\n in his voice.\n\n\n \"Yes,\" Brandt assured him. \"Of all men—we can trust Androka!\"", "Brandt said: \"She's a freighter in a convoy out of St. Johns—twelve\n thousand tons. The orders are to take her; not sink her.\"\n\n\n \"What's the idea?\"", "Kommander Brandt nodded. \"Goodt! But you got your message giving your\n bearings—the wrong ones?\"", "According to his last calculations, the\nComerford\nhad been cruising\n off the Maine coast. This probably was one of the islets of that\n region, or it might be the mainland.", "\"Boarts,\" Brandt told him, \"are industrial diamonds—black,\n imperfectly crystallized stones, but far more valuable to us than", "\"U. S. Cruiser\nComerford\ncalling Station 297!\" the operator intoned,\n winking at the two officers over Androka's discomfiture, and asked for\n the bearings.", "Comerford\nwith him, and dynamos and\n batteries that looked like something out of a scientific nightmare.", "\"Her cargo,\" Brandt explained. \"It iss more precious than rubies. It\n includes a large shipment of boarts.\"\n\n\n \"Boarts?\" Nelson repeated. \"What are they?\"", "Brandt came over to where Nelson was standing on the bridge and held\n out his hand.", "When this was completed, it was found that the\nComerford's\nentire\n complement of two hundred and twenty men were present—except", "Androka had arrived on board the\nComerford\nthe day before she sailed", "\"There are other things Germany needs desperately on board the\nCarethusia\n,\" Brandt explained. \"Vanadium and nickel and hundreds of", "In another hour, the skies had cleared, and white moonlight flooded\n the scene with a ghostly radiance. The men of the\nComerford" ] ]

[ "What is the purpose of the strange objects in Herrell’s cell? \n", "Why is the supervising council worried about the Old Ones?\n", "Is Herrell as intelligent as Hatcher? Why or why not?\n", "What effect does Stage Two have on Herrell? \n", "What is the meaning of the lag between Herell’s radio and the Jodrell Bank? \n", "What does hatcher mean when he says, “to vibrate the atmosphere by means of resonating organs in his breathing passage.” \n", "What does it mean to be a navigator? \n", "What is the image Hatcher’s team sees on the viewing consul? \n" ]

[ [ "To make him use his senses. \n", "To make him feel at home. \n", "To make him use his space suit.\n", "To make him feel confused. \n" ], [ "The Old Ones have captured one of their probers.\n", "The Old Ones are not happy with the kind of science Hatcher is conducting.\n", "The Old Ones need Hatcher’s data on the human specimen. \n", "The Old Ones must be given a human tribute soon. \n" ], [ "No, Humans lack the organs that make Hatcher’s race smarter.\n", "No, Hatcher’s race is far more intelligent. \n", "Yes, but their intelligences operate differently. \n", "Yes, but humans absorb intelligence through concepts while Hatcher’s race absorbs intelligence through light. \n" ], [ "It distresses him to the point of leaving the cell in order to find the woman.\n", "It distresses him to the point of risking what wearing the space suit will do to him. \n", "It distresses him to the point of breaking out of the cell. \n", "The woman’s distress inspires him to break out of the cell. \n" ], [ "Because the radio transmits faster than the speed of light, the lag indicates Herrell is nearly 400 lightyears away from his ship. \n", "Because the radio transmits faster than the speed of light, the lag indicates Herrell is too far from his ship to ever be rescued.\n", "Because the radio transmits faster than the speed of light, the lag indicates Herrell is nearly 500 light years away from his ship. \n", "Because the radio transmits only a bit slower than the speed of light, the lag indicates Herrell is only 500 light years away from his ship.\n" ], [ "To speak \n", "To sigh\n", "To panic \n", "To breathe \n" ], [ "To trust mathematics and instrument readings for the greater good of exploring the cosmos. \n", "To have a quick wit sharp enough to parse the problem of becoming a captive. \n", "To trust mathematics and instrument readings more than common sense. \n", "To have a quick wit fast enough to escape the deadly trials of Hatcher’s Stage Two. \n" ], [ "A human female \n", "Hatcher’s specimen \n", "The Jordell Bank\n", "A human male\n" ] ]

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[ [ "Someone was watching Herrell McCray, with the clinical fascination\n of a biochemist observing the wigglings of paramecia in a new", "As best he could tell, he was in a sort of room no bigger than a prison\n cell. Perhaps it was a prison cell. Whatever it was, he had no business", "Not everything he saw was familiar. The walls of the room itself were\n strange. They were not metal or plaster or knotty pine; they were", "a creature as odd and, from their point of view, hideously alien as\n Herrell McCray.\nHatcher hurried through the halls of the great buried structure in", "The room was totally dark, and it seemed to be furnished with a\n collection of hard, sharp, sticky and knobby objects of various shapes", "but the beam of his suit lamp. What it showed was cryptic. There were\n evidences of use: shelves, boxy contraptions that might have been\n cupboards, crude level surfaces attached to the walls that might have", "and a number of inconvenient sizes. McCray tripped over something\n that rocked under his feet and fell against something that clattered\n hollowly. He picked himself up, braced against something that smelled", "the objects were more or less familiar. Even the child's chair—why,\n he'd had one more or less like that himself, long before he was old\n enough to go to school. But what were they doing here?", "He forgot smell, sound and temperature and leaped for the suit. \"This\n is Herrell McCray,\" he cried. \"I'm in a room of some sort, apparently\n on a planet of approximate Earth mass. I don't know—\"", "\"The subject recovered consciousness a short time ago and began to\n inspect his enclosure. His method of doing so was to put his own", "from the ceiling itself. A man would need a ladder to work at these\n benches and McCray, staring, thought briefly of many-armed blind giants", "Three of the walls were that way, and the floor and ceiling. The fourth\n wall was something else. Areas in it had the appearance of gratings;", "man who holds it, and McCray was grateful for this one. With something\n concrete to do he could postpone questioning. Never mind why he had\n been brought here; never mind how. Never mind what he would, or could,", "hall—or tunnel—rising quite steeply to the right. By his reckoning it\n was the proper direction. He labored up it, sweating under the weight", "looking at, but he could see nothing else. And the things he could\n see made no sense. A spacesuit, yes; he knew that he could construct\n a logical explanation for that with no trouble—maybe a subspace", "And if so ... where in the name of heaven was he?\nHerrell McCray was a navigator, which is to say, a man who has learned", "\"Herrell McCray,\" droned the tiny voice in his ear, \"Herrell McCray,\n Herrell McCray, this is\nJodrell Bank", "members in physical contact with the various objects in the enclosure.\n After observing him do this for a time we concluded he might be unable\n to see and so we illuminated his field of vision for him.", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nHis name was Herrell McCray and he was scared.", "been workbenches. Yet they were queerly contrived, for it was not\n possible to guess from them much about the creatures who used them.\n Some were near the floor, some at waist height, some even suspended" ], [ "hand, he had not been told it was not. Something of this importance was\n not lightly to be gossiped about. For endless generations the threat\n of the Old Ones had hung over his race, those queer, almost mythical", "Finally the councillor said, \"I speak for all of us, I think. If the\n Old Ones have seized one of our probers our time margin is considerably", "Now they had detected mapping parties of the Old Ones dangerously near\n the spiral arm of the galaxy in which their planet was located, they\n had begun the Probe Teams to find some way of combating them, or of\n fleeing again.", "\"Have they secured a subject?\" Hatcher demanded jealously.\n\n\n The councillor paused. \"Worse than that, Hatcher. I am afraid their\n subjects have secured one of them. One of them is missing.\"", "The supervising council rocked with excitement. \"You're sure?\" demanded\n one of the councilmen.", "Still, Hatcher fretted. He wanted to get back.\n\n\n \"Stop fidgeting,\" commanded the council leader abruptly. \"Hatcher, you\n are to establish communication at once.\"", "Hatcher rose and shook himself, his mindless members floating away like\n puppies dislodged from suck. \"Council's orders,\" he said. \"We've got to\n go into Stage Two of the project at once.\"\nIII", "council. Hatcher passed the question off. He considered telling his\n staff about the disappearance of the Central Masses team member, but\n decided against it. He had not been told it was secret. On the other", "which he worked, toward the place where the supervising council of all\n probes would be in permanent session. They admitted him at once.", "cause to be afraid. These specimens, obtained with so much difficulty,\n needed so badly, were his responsibility. He knew the issues involved\n much better than any of his helpers. They could only be surprised at", "The probe team had had a shock.\n\n\n \"Paranormal powers,\" muttered Hatcher's second in command, and the\n others mumbled agreement. Hatcher ordered silence, studying the\n specimen from Earth.", "There was a moment's silence. Frozen, Hatcher could only wait. The\n council room was like a tableau in a museum until the councillor spoke", "\"—is no greater,\" said the councillor, \"than the danger to every one\n of us if we do not find allies\nnow\n.\"\nHatcher returned to his laboratory gloomily.", "It was just like the council to put the screws on; they had a\n reputation for demanding results at any cost—even at the cost of\n destroying the only thing you had that would make results possible.", "shaped member drifted close to the councillor's body and raised itself\n in an admonitory gesture. \"You want time. But we don't have time,", "beings from the Central Masses of the galaxy. One brush with them, in\n ages past, had almost destroyed Hatcher's people. Only by running and\n hiding, bearing one of their planets with them and abandoning it—with", "\"Understood, Hatcher. In your first report you stated these creatures\n were intelligent.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir. But not in our way.\"", "a creature as odd and, from their point of view, hideously alien as\n Herrell McCray.\nHatcher hurried through the halls of the great buried structure in", "Hatcher. Yours is not the only probe team working. The Central Masses\n team has just turned in a most alarming report.\"", "narrowed. Indeed, we may not have any time at all. You must do\n everything you can to establish communication with your subject.\"" ], [ "Someone was watching Herrell McCray, with the clinical fascination\n of a biochemist observing the wigglings of paramecia in a new", "Physically they were nothing alike. Hatcher was a three-foot,\n hard-shelled sphere of jelly. He had \"arms\" and \"legs,\" but they were", "\"I know,\" Hatcher said, \"but watch. Do you see? He is going straight\n toward her.\"", "If Hatcher and McCray had somehow managed to strike up an acquaintance,\n they might have got along very well. Hatcher, like McCray, was an", "\"Understood, Hatcher. In your first report you stated these creatures\n were intelligent.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir. But not in our way.\"", "Hatcher, who was not human, did not possess truly human emotions; but\n he did feel amazement when he was amazed, and fear when there was", "a creature as odd and, from their point of view, hideously alien as\n Herrell McCray.\nHatcher hurried through the halls of the great buried structure in", "Hatcher did not want him destroyed. It had been difficult enough\n getting him here.", "it did have females and he was certainly not that. Hatcher did not in\n any way look like a human being, but they had features in common.", "Hatcher was patient; he knew his assistant well. Obviously something\n was about to happen. He took the moment to call his members back to", "And if so ... where in the name of heaven was he?\nHerrell McCray was a navigator, which is to say, a man who has learned", "Before Stage Two began, or before Herrell McCray realized it had begun,\n he had an inspiration.", "The call was urgent; he hurried to see what it was about. It was his\n second in command, very excited. \"What is it?\" Hatcher demanded.\n\n\n \"Wait....\"", "Hatcher studied him frostily; his patience was not, after all, endless.\n \"No matter,\" he said at last. \"Bring the other one in.\"", "Hatcher did not like the idea of endangering the Earthman. It cannot\n be said that he was emotionally involved; it was not pity or sympathy", "And then, in a completely different mood, \"We may need him badly. We\n may be in the process of killing our first one now.\"\n\n\n \"Killing him, Hatcher?\"", "\"Wait!\" Hatcher ordered sharply. He was watching the new specimen and\n a troublesome thought had occurred to him. The new one was female and", "Hatcher identified himself and gave a quick, concise report:", "\"But, sir....\" Hatcher swung closer, his thick skin quivering slightly;\n he would have gestured if he had brought members with him to gesture", "Hatcher hesitated. \"No,\" he said at last. \"The male is responding well.\n Remember that when last this experiment was done every subject died; he\n is alive at least. But I am wondering. We can't quite communicate with\n the female—\"" ], [ "Before Stage Two began, or before Herrell McCray realized it had begun,\n he had an inspiration.", "Hatcher rose and shook himself, his mindless members floating away like\n puppies dislodged from suck. \"Council's orders,\" he said. \"We've got to\n go into Stage Two of the project at once.\"\nIII", "Someone was watching Herrell McCray, with the clinical fascination\n of a biochemist observing the wigglings of paramecia in a new", "At the moment he heard the click that was the beginning of Stage Two.\n\n\n He switched off the light and stood for a moment, listening.", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nHis name was Herrell McCray and he was scared.", "And if so ... where in the name of heaven was he?\nHerrell McCray was a navigator, which is to say, a man who has learned", "Hatcher's second in command said: \"He has got through the first\n survival test. In fact, he broke his way out! What next?\"", "He forgot smell, sound and temperature and leaped for the suit. \"This\n is Herrell McCray,\" he cried. \"I'm in a room of some sort, apparently\n on a planet of approximate Earth mass. I don't know—\"", "a creature as odd and, from their point of view, hideously alien as\n Herrell McCray.\nHatcher hurried through the halls of the great buried structure in", "hall—or tunnel—rising quite steeply to the right. By his reckoning it\n was the proper direction. He labored up it, sweating under the weight", "\"Herrell McCray,\" droned the tiny voice in his ear, \"Herrell McCray,\n Herrell McCray, this is\nJodrell Bank", "Probably it was only an illusion.\n\n\n But the room itself was hard fact. McCray swore violently and out loud.", "For a second he thought he heard the far-off voice, quiet, calm and\n almost hopeless, that he had sensed hours before; but then that was", "McCray was hardly surprised at that; he had been close enough to shock\n himself. He tried to reassure her as he searched for a way out of the\n hall, but in the middle of a word her voice stopped.", "The call was urgent; he hurried to see what it was about. It was his\n second in command, very excited. \"What is it?\" Hatcher demanded.\n\n\n \"Wait....\"", "He could see no difference; but perhaps, he thought, he could smell\n one. The unpleasant halogen odor from the grating was surely stronger\n now. He stood there, perplexed.", "Abruptly his face went white. Took them so long! He cast back in his\n mind, questing for a fact, unable to face its implications. When was\n it he called them? Two hours ago? Three?", "\"This appeared to work well for a time. He seemed relatively\n undisturbed. However, he then reverted to physical-contact,\n manipulating certain appurtenances of an artificial skin we had\n provided for him.", "And louder, blaring, then fading to normal volume as the AVC circuits\n toned the signal down, another voice. A woman's voice, crying out in", "him,\" he added, but that was surely unnecessary. Their job was to\n watch McCray, and they would do their job; and even more, not one of\n them could have looked away to save his life from the spectacle of" ], [ "\"Herrell McCray,\" droned the tiny voice in his ear, \"Herrell McCray,\n Herrell McCray, this is\nJodrell Bank", "\"Herrell McCray, Herrell McCray, Herrell McCray, this is\nJodrell Bank\ncalling Herrell McCray....\"", "No response. He frowned. \"This is Herrell McCray, calling\nJodrell\n Bank\n.\n\n\n \"Herrell McCray, calling anybody, come in, please.\"", "He pressed the unsealing tabs, slipped his hand into the vacant chest\n of the suit and pulled out the hand mike. \"This is Herrell McCray,\" he\n said, \"calling the\nJodrell Bank\n.\"", "\"McCray!\" cried the tiny voice in his ear. \"Where are you? This is\nJodrell Bank\ncalling. Answer, please!\"", "He stood still, thinking. Item, a short time ago—subjectively it\n seemed to be minutes—he had been aboard the\nJodrell Bank", "beside them. It was an older, clumsier model than the kind he had seen\n in survival locker, on the\nJodrell Bank\n—and abruptly wished he were", "He allowed that thought to seep into his mind. Suppose there had been\n an accident to the\nJodrell Bank\n.\n\n\n He could, of course, be dead. All this could be the fantasies of a\n cooling brain.", "to trust the evidence of mathematics and instrument readings beyond the\n guesses of his \"common sense.\" When\nJodrell Bank\n, hurtling faster", "panic and fear: \"\nJodrell Bank!\nWhere are you? Help!\"\nIV", "Thoughtfully he replaced the microphone. This was ultrawave radio,\n something more than a million times faster than light, with a range", "meteorite striking the\nJodrell Bank\n, an explosion, himself knocked\n out, brought here in a suit ... well, it was an explanation with more", "don't know how long I've been gone, since I was unconscious for a\n time. However, if the transmission lag is a reliable indication—\" he\n swallowed and went on—\"I'd estimate I am something more than five", "He forgot smell, sound and temperature and leaped for the suit. \"This\n is Herrell McCray,\" he cried. \"I'm in a room of some sort, apparently\n on a planet of approximate Earth mass. I don't know—\"", "McCray grinned into the pink-lit darkness. The thought had somehow\n refreshed him, like icewater between rounds, and with a clearing head\n he remembered what a spacesuit was good for.\n\n\n It held a radio.", "It was crazy and impossible. There simply was no way for him to get\n from a warm, bright navigator's cubicle on\nStarship Jodrell Bank", "or two each way? Did it, for example, mean that at the speed of his\n suit's pararadio, millions of times faster than light, it took\nhours", "If the evidence of his radio contradicted common sense, common sense\n was wrong. Perhaps it was impossible to believe what the radio's\n message implied; but it was not necessary to \"believe,\" only to act.", "And if so ... where in the name of heaven was he?\nHerrell McCray was a navigator, which is to say, a man who has learned", "Someone was watching Herrell McCray, with the clinical fascination\n of a biochemist observing the wigglings of paramecia in a new" ], [ "\"He then began to vibrate the atmosphere by means of resonating organs\n in his breathing passage.\n\n\n \"Simultaneously, the object he was holding, attached to the artificial\n skin, was discovered to be generating paranormal forces.\"", "a carrier wave of very high speed, and in turn modulated by the\n vibrations of the atmosphere caused by the subject's own breathing.\"", "The council conferred among itself for a moment, Hatcher waiting. It\n was not really a waste of time for him; with the organs he had left in", "Hatcher hesitated. \"No,\" he said at last. \"The male is responding well.\n Remember that when last this experiment was done every subject died; he\n is alive at least. But I am wondering. We can't quite communicate with\n the female—\"", "Hatcher, who was not human, did not possess truly human emotions; but\n he did feel amazement when he was amazed, and fear when there was", "\"But, sir....\" Hatcher swung closer, his thick skin quivering slightly;\n he would have gestured if he had brought members with him to gesture", "took time to eat. In Hatcher's race this was accomplished in ways not\n entirely pleasant to Earthmen. A slit in the lower hemisphere of his", "body opened, like a purse, emitting a thin, pussy, fetid fluid which\n Hatcher caught and poured into a disposal trough at the side of the", "Hatcher rose and shook himself, his mindless members floating away like\n puppies dislodged from suck. \"Council's orders,\" he said. \"We've got to\n go into Stage Two of the project at once.\"\nIII", "At what passed among Hatcher's people for a viewing console an image\n was forming. Actually it was the assistant himself who formed it, not a\n cathode trace or projected shadow; but it showed what it was meant to\n show.", "excited. His members, disposed about the room where he had sent them on\n various errands, quivered and shook a little; yet they were the calmest", "\"Fantastic,\" breathed the councillor, in a tone of dawning hope. \"How\n about communicating with him, Hatcher? Any progress?\"", "Physically they were nothing alike. Hatcher was a three-foot,\n hard-shelled sphere of jelly. He had \"arms\" and \"legs,\" but they were", "that caused him to regret the dangers in moving too fast toward\n communication. Not even Hatcher had quite got over the revolting\n physical differences between the Earthman and his own people. But", "the queer antics of the aliens with attached limbs and strange powers.\n Hatcher knew that this was not a freak show, but a matter of life and\n death. He said, musing:", "The call was urgent; he hurried to see what it was about. It was his\n second in command, very excited. \"What is it?\" Hatcher demanded.\n\n\n \"Wait....\"", "Somewhere, just at the threshold of his senses, there was something\n like a voice. He could not quite hear it, but it was there. He sat as\n still as he could, listening; it remained elusive.", "Hatcher was patient; he knew his assistant well. Obviously something\n was about to happen. He took the moment to call his members back to", "\"Yes, sir. The staff is preparing a technical description of the forces\n now, but I can say that they are electromagnetic vibrations modulating", "\"I know,\" Hatcher said, \"but watch. Do you see? He is going straight\n toward her.\"" ], [ "And if so ... where in the name of heaven was he?\nHerrell McCray was a navigator, which is to say, a man who has learned", "was ship's navigator, plotting course corrections—not that there were\n any, ever; but the reason there were none was that the check-sightings", "It was crazy and impossible. There simply was no way for him to get\n from a warm, bright navigator's cubicle on\nStarship Jodrell Bank", "than light in its voyage between stars, made its regular position\n check, common sense was a liar. Light bore false witness. The line of\n sight was trustworthy directly forward and directly after—sometimes", "were made every hour of the long flight. He had read off the azimuth\n angles from the computer sights, automatically locked on their beacon\n stars, and found them correct; then out of long habit confirmed the", "He mopped his brow. With the droning, repetitious call from the ship\n finally quiet, the room was quiet again. And warm.", "\"But in\na\nway, and you must learn that way. I know.\" One lobster-claw", "At what passed among Hatcher's people for a viewing console an image\n was forming. Actually it was the assistant himself who formed it, not a\n cathode trace or projected shadow; but it showed what it was meant to\n show.", "members in physical contact with the various objects in the enclosure.\n After observing him do this for a time we concluded he might be unable\n to see and so we illuminated his field of vision for him.", "The dark was absolute, but he remembered where the spacesuit had been\n and groped his way to it and, yes, it had what all spacesuits had to\n have. It had a light. He found the toggle that turned it on and pressed\n it.", "measured, at least, in hundreds of light-years. If there was no answer,\n he was a good long way from anywhere.", "hall—or tunnel—rising quite steeply to the right. By his reckoning it\n was the proper direction. He labored up it, sweating under the weight", "not even then—and it took computers, sensing their data through\n instruments, to comprehend a star bearing and convert three fixes into\n a position.", "\"The subject recovered consciousness a short time ago and began to\n inspect his enclosure. His method of doing so was to put his own", "Hatcher's second in command said: \"He has got through the first\n survival test. In fact, he broke his way out! What next?\"", "looking at, but he could see nothing else. And the things he could\n see made no sense. A spacesuit, yes; he knew that he could construct\n a logical explanation for that with no trouble—maybe a subspace", "Hatcher rose and shook himself, his mindless members floating away like\n puppies dislodged from suck. \"Council's orders,\" he said. \"We've got to\n go into Stage Two of the project at once.\"\nIII", "but the beam of his suit lamp. What it showed was cryptic. There were\n evidences of use: shelves, boxy contraptions that might have been\n cupboards, crude level surfaces attached to the walls that might have", "Now they had detected mapping parties of the Old Ones dangerously near\n the spiral arm of the galaxy in which their planet was located, they\n had begun the Probe Teams to find some way of combating them, or of\n fleeing again.", "hundred light-years away from you at this moment. That's all I have to\n say, except for one more word: Help.\"" ], [ "At what passed among Hatcher's people for a viewing console an image\n was forming. Actually it was the assistant himself who formed it, not a\n cathode trace or projected shadow; but it showed what it was meant to\n show.", "Hatcher was startled. \"Another one! And—is it a different species? Or\n merely a different sex?\"\n\n\n \"Study the probe for yourself,\" the assistant invited.", "Hatcher. Yours is not the only probe team working. The Central Masses\n team has just turned in a most alarming report.\"", "The probe team had had a shock.\n\n\n \"Paranormal powers,\" muttered Hatcher's second in command, and the\n others mumbled agreement. Hatcher ordered silence, studying the\n specimen from Earth.", "it did have females and he was certainly not that. Hatcher did not in\n any way look like a human being, but they had features in common.", "council. Hatcher passed the question off. He considered telling his\n staff about the disappearance of the Central Masses team member, but\n decided against it. He had not been told it was secret. On the other", "the queer antics of the aliens with attached limbs and strange powers.\n Hatcher knew that this was not a freak show, but a matter of life and\n death. He said, musing:", "Hatcher rose and shook himself, his mindless members floating away like\n puppies dislodged from suck. \"Council's orders,\" he said. \"We've got to\n go into Stage Two of the project at once.\"\nIII", "Hatcher hesitated. \"No,\" he said at last. \"The male is responding well.\n Remember that when last this experiment was done every subject died; he\n is alive at least. But I am wondering. We can't quite communicate with\n the female—\"", "Hatcher's principal task at this moment was to run the \"probe team\"\n which had McCray under observation, and he was more than a little", "Hatcher was patient; he knew his assistant well. Obviously something\n was about to happen. He took the moment to call his members back to", "Hatcher, who was not human, did not possess truly human emotions; but\n he did feel amazement when he was amazed, and fear when there was", "The council conferred among itself for a moment, Hatcher waiting. It\n was not really a waste of time for him; with the organs he had left in", "body opened, like a purse, emitting a thin, pussy, fetid fluid which\n Hatcher caught and poured into a disposal trough at the side of the", "Hatcher checked through the members that he had left with the rest of\n his team and discovered that there were no immediate emergencies, so he", "But it seemed that the Probe Teams themselves might be betraying their\n existence to their enemies—\n\n\n \"Hatcher!\"", "a creature as odd and, from their point of view, hideously alien as\n Herrell McCray.\nHatcher hurried through the halls of the great buried structure in", "\"I know,\" Hatcher said, \"but watch. Do you see? He is going straight\n toward her.\"", "took time to eat. In Hatcher's race this was accomplished in ways not\n entirely pleasant to Earthmen. A slit in the lower hemisphere of his", "Physically they were nothing alike. Hatcher was a three-foot,\n hard-shelled sphere of jelly. He had \"arms\" and \"legs,\" but they were" ] ]

[ "What word best describes Captain Hannah's physical description at the beginning of the article?", "What best describes the overall structure of Captain Hannah's dialogue when recounting his time caring for the marocca plants?", "What made Captain Hannah want to give the narrator a black eye?", "What can you infer about the environment within the Delta Crucis in terms of its suitability for growing marocca?", "If the marocca plants happened to die during transport, what would be one logical explanation for why they died based on the conditions they needed to survive in the article?", "Given the way that the marocca grow, will the narrator and Captain Hannah likely have to make trips back to Mypore II in the future to transport more marocca?", "After reading about the troubles of Captain Hannah maintaining the marocca during the transport to Gloryanna III, what can one infer about his character?", "What can you conclude about Captain Hannah and the narrator's relationship?" ]

[ [ "Sick", "Grotesque", "Feverish", "Exhausted" ], [ "An argument and supporting details along with counterclaims structure.", "A catchphrase followed by explanations structure.", "A purpose and explanation structure.", "A problem-solution structure." ], [ "Because the narrator offered no help in transporting the marocca plants.", "Because the welts on Captain Hannah were angering the captain.", "Because the narrator made an unfair deal to transport the plants to Gloryanna III.", "Because Captain Hannah's transportation of the marocca plants was frustrating and gruesome." ], [ "The Delta Crucis can not sustain marocca plant life.", "The Delta Crucis is capable of sustaining marocca plant life with appropriate interventions.", "The Delta Crucis must be operated by multiple individuals at a time to sustain the marocca in transport.", "The Delta Crucis can sustain marocca plant life if small batches of the plants are transferred at a time." ], [ "The temperature of the environment did not vary enough and was too stagnant for the plants.", "The carollas decided to start eating the dingleburys instead of vice versa.", "An error on the spaceship caused the artificial days and nights to not be equal length.", "The spaceship was not correctly simulating all the seasons that the marocca needed to be subjected to in order to grow." ], [ "Yes, because the marocca plants will not have a very long lifespan on Gloryanna III.", "No, because the marocca will be so difficult to maintain on Gloryanna III that any hopes of restarting a marocca industry on the planet will be abandoned.", "No, because the plants grow extraordinarily fast and they reproduce on a large-scale.", "Yes, because the marocca do not produce many fruits, so more plants will have to be transported to make the plant profitable. " ], [ "Captain Hannah is a clever and sharp man.", "Captain Hannah is a disorganized thinker.", "Captain Hannah becomes unmotivated after several failures.", "Captain Hannah is a meticulous and well-planned man." ], [ "The narrator is fearful of Captain Hannah.", "They experience tension in their relationship but work together regardless.", "The narrator and Captain Hannah have strong disdain for each other and frequently disagree.", "They are respectful of each other and work well together." ] ]

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[ [ "reasonable at the time.\" Captain Hannah inhaled a sip of rhial, and\n seemed to be enjoying the powerful stuff. He acted as if he thought he\n had finished.", "among the stars. Call it the Look of Eagles. Captain Hannah had lost\n the Look of Eagles. His eyes were swollen almost shut; every inch of", "\"Oh,\" said Captain Hannah in quiet tones of controlled desperation, \"it\n was very simple. I just put enough spin on the ship to make artificial", "\"I got them there safely,\" said Captain Hannah.\n\n\n \"And they are growing all right?\" I persisted.\n\n\n \"When I left, marocca was growing like mad,\" said Captain Hannah.", "\"Not yet,\" said Captain Hannah. \"Like you, I figured I had the\n situation fairly well under control, but like you, I hadn't thought", "\"They'll send you the bill. They don't figure it will take them more\n than a few months to complete the job.\"\n\n\n Captain Hannah stopped talking and stood up, painfully and a little\n unsteadily.", "I decided that his wince was intended for a nod, and ordered rhial.\n I only drink rhial when I've been exposed to Captain Hannah. It was", "only trouble was—the cargo had a will of its own!\nCaptain Hannah climbed painfully down from the\nDelta Crucis\n, hobbled", "Hannah nodded. \"They were growing luxuriously.\" He nodded his head a\n couple of more times, in spite of the discomfort it must have given\n him.", "\"So I spent the whole day—along with my usual chore of shifting the\n lights—blindfolding dingleburys. Which is a hell of a sport for a man\n who is captain of his own ship.\"", "Although he has never been a handsome man, he usually has the\n weathered and austere dignity that comes from plying the remote reaches", "\"You'll remember that I warned you that we should take some marocca\n out into space and solve any problems we might find before committing\n ourselves to hauling a full load of it?\" asked Captain Hannah.", "I didn't ask Captain Hannah why he had socked me.", "\"Your tests were no good,\" agreed the captain with feeling. \"I'll tell\n you about it first, and\nthen\nI'll black your other eye,\" he decided.", "almost felt sorry for him, but just then Beulah came racking across\n the field with her two-ton infant in tow, to show her off to Hannah. I", "of his trade was not clamped in its usual belligerent position slightly\n over one eye. It was riding high on his head, apparently held up by\n more of the ubiquitous swellings.", "happened was that I saw that there was one of the creatures that didn't\n seem to be having any trouble, but was acting like the book said it\n should. I caught it and examined it. The poor thing was blind, and was", "\"But you solved the problem?\"\n\"In a sense,\" said the captain. \"I just emptied the pump back into the", "him that showed was a red mass of welts piled on more welts, as though\n he had tangled with a hive of misanthropic bees. The gold-braided hat", "across the spaceport to where Beulah and I were waiting to greet him\n and hit me in the eye. Beulah—that's his elephant, but I have to take" ], [ "\"I got them there safely,\" said Captain Hannah.\n\n\n \"And they are growing all right?\" I persisted.\n\n\n \"When I left, marocca was growing like mad,\" said Captain Hannah.", "\"You'll remember that I warned you that we should take some marocca\n out into space and solve any problems we might find before committing\n ourselves to hauling a full load of it?\" asked Captain Hannah.", "\"Well, go on,\" I urged him. \"The marocca plants were still in good\n shape, weren't they?\"", "\"Oh,\" said Captain Hannah in quiet tones of controlled desperation, \"it\n was very simple. I just put enough spin on the ship to make artificial", "reasonable at the time.\" Captain Hannah inhaled a sip of rhial, and\n seemed to be enjoying the powerful stuff. He acted as if he thought he\n had finished.", "Hannah nodded. \"They were growing luxuriously.\" He nodded his head a\n couple of more times, in spite of the discomfort it must have given\n him.", "\"Not yet,\" said Captain Hannah. \"Like you, I figured I had the\n situation fairly well under control, but like you, I hadn't thought", "\"So I spent the whole day—along with my usual chore of shifting the\n lights—blindfolding dingleburys. Which is a hell of a sport for a man\n who is captain of his own ship.\"", "\"Anyway, the action of the dingleburys triggered the violent growth\n phase of the marocca plants. Did you know that they plant marocca", "among the stars. Call it the Look of Eagles. Captain Hannah had lost\n the Look of Eagles. His eyes were swollen almost shut; every inch of", "\"They'll send you the bill. They don't figure it will take them more\n than a few months to complete the job.\"\n\n\n Captain Hannah stopped talking and stood up, painfully and a little\n unsteadily.", "\"While they were having their orgy, I caught up on my reading. It\n was necessary for me to cut back the marocca vines. For one thing,", "I decided that his wince was intended for a nod, and ordered rhial.\n I only drink rhial when I've been exposed to Captain Hannah. It was", "one solid mass of green growth.\n\"The book says that it takes just six hours for a marocca field to\n shift from the seedling stage to the mature stage. It didn't seem that", "immediately got busy opening small buds on the stems of the marocca\n plants. Apparently they were pollinating them. I felt sure that these", "that marocca takes a very special kind of environment. Bright sun most\n of the time—that means an almost cloudless environment. A very equable\n climate. Days and nights the same length and no seasons—that means no", "\"It turns out that it's all right to cut marocca as soon as it stops\n growing. To keep the plants from dying, though, you have to mulch the", "us. The fruit of the marocca is delicious and fabulously expensive.\n The plant grew only on the single planet Mypore II. Transshipped seeds\n invariably failed to germinate, which explained its rarity.", "\"I won't even talk about what I went through while I was shifting the\n hydroponic tanks, when all the plastic membranes that were supposed to\n keep the water in place started to break.\"", "only trouble was—the cargo had a will of its own!\nCaptain Hannah climbed painfully down from the\nDelta Crucis\n, hobbled" ], [ "\"Your tests were no good,\" agreed the captain with feeling. \"I'll tell\n you about it first, and\nthen\nI'll black your other eye,\" he decided.", "reasonable at the time.\" Captain Hannah inhaled a sip of rhial, and\n seemed to be enjoying the powerful stuff. He acted as if he thought he\n had finished.", "I didn't ask Captain Hannah why he had socked me.", "\"Oh,\" said Captain Hannah in quiet tones of controlled desperation, \"it\n was very simple. I just put enough spin on the ship to make artificial", "among the stars. Call it the Look of Eagles. Captain Hannah had lost\n the Look of Eagles. His eyes were swollen almost shut; every inch of", "\"I got them there safely,\" said Captain Hannah.\n\n\n \"And they are growing all right?\" I persisted.\n\n\n \"When I left, marocca was growing like mad,\" said Captain Hannah.", "\"They'll send you the bill. They don't figure it will take them more\n than a few months to complete the job.\"\n\n\n Captain Hannah stopped talking and stood up, painfully and a little\n unsteadily.", "\"Not yet,\" said Captain Hannah. \"Like you, I figured I had the\n situation fairly well under control, but like you, I hadn't thought", "I decided that his wince was intended for a nod, and ordered rhial.\n I only drink rhial when I've been exposed to Captain Hannah. It was", "Hannah nodded. \"They were growing luxuriously.\" He nodded his head a\n couple of more times, in spite of the discomfort it must have given\n him.", "\"So I spent the whole day—along with my usual chore of shifting the\n lights—blindfolding dingleburys. Which is a hell of a sport for a man\n who is captain of his own ship.\"", "I'm afraid I didn't even notice when he blacked my other eye. I was too\n busy reaching for the rhial.\nEND", "\"It was you who said that we should carry those damn plants to\n Gloryanna III,\" he said balefully. \"I ought to black your other eye.\"", "only trouble was—the cargo had a will of its own!\nCaptain Hannah climbed painfully down from the\nDelta Crucis\n, hobbled", "\"You'll remember that I warned you that we should take some marocca\n out into space and solve any problems we might find before committing\n ourselves to hauling a full load of it?\" asked Captain Hannah.", "happened was that I saw that there was one of the creatures that didn't\n seem to be having any trouble, but was acting like the book said it\n should. I caught it and examined it. The poor thing was blind, and was", "almost felt sorry for him, but just then Beulah came racking across\n the field with her two-ton infant in tow, to show her off to Hannah. I", "of his trade was not clamped in its usual belligerent position slightly\n over one eye. It was riding high on his head, apparently held up by\n more of the ubiquitous swellings.", "\"Every time they got a little too worried, or I slipped and bumped into\n a plant too hard, or looked crosseyed at them, they bit me. If you", "across the spaceport to where Beulah and I were waiting to greet him\n and hit me in the eye. Beulah—that's his elephant, but I have to take" ], [ "\"I got them there safely,\" said Captain Hannah.\n\n\n \"And they are growing all right?\" I persisted.\n\n\n \"When I left, marocca was growing like mad,\" said Captain Hannah.", "\"The Gloryannans were going to hold my\nDelta Crucis\nas security to\n pay for the cost of stamping out marocca all over again—those spores\n sprout fast—and for a time I was worried.", "us. The fruit of the marocca is delicious and fabulously expensive.\n The plant grew only on the single planet Mypore II. Transshipped seeds\n invariably failed to germinate, which explained its rarity.", "ecliptical and no axial tilt. But our tests showed that the plants had\n enough tolerance to cause no trouble in the trip in\nDelta Crucis\n.\" A", "that marocca takes a very special kind of environment. Bright sun most\n of the time—that means an almost cloudless environment. A very equable\n climate. Days and nights the same length and no seasons—that means no", "\"Gloryanna III is the original home planet of marocca. They hated the\n stuff, of course, but they liked the profit. Then, when a plague almost", "and answered them, so I had to do a good deal of backtracking before\n I could get into parking orbit around the planet, and then set\nDelta\n Crucis", "get the plants out of the ship. And I was a little anxious to get my\nDelta Crucis\nback to normal as soon as possible. But before cutting,\n I had to translate the gouge.", "Delta Crucis\nperpendicular to her direction of motion, put a once-every-twenty-one\n hour spin on her to match the rotation rates of Mypore II and Gloryanna", "I almost asked him why he had been barricaded in the bathroom of the\nDelta Crucis\n, but I figured it was safer to let him tell me in his\n own way, in his own time.", "I offered them a sizable piece of cash plus a perpetual share of the\n profits for letting us take a load of marocca plants to Gloryanna III,", "things through. The plastic membranes hadn't torn when we brought the\n tanks in board the\nDelta Crucis\n. It never occurred to me to hunt", "only trouble was—the cargo had a will of its own!\nCaptain Hannah climbed painfully down from the\nDelta Crucis\n, hobbled", "formed fruit, and the fruit had ripened and dried, and the seeds had\n developed fully. They were popping and spreading fine dust-like spores\n all over the ship, those last few hours before I landed.", "\"You'll remember that I warned you that we should take some marocca\n out into space and solve any problems we might find before committing\n ourselves to hauling a full load of it?\" asked Captain Hannah.", "down safely. Even as shaky as I was,\nDelta Crucis\nbehaved\n like a lady.", "\"Of course, first I had to move all the hydroponic tanks from their\n original positions perpendicular to the axial thrust line of the ship", "\"So then I did a few experiments, and found that the regular poison\n spray in the ship's fumigation system worked just fine. It killed\n the bugs without doing the plants any harm at all. Of course, the", "one solid mass of green growth.\n\"The book says that it takes just six hours for a marocca field to\n shift from the seedling stage to the mature stage. It didn't seem that", "\"Well, go on,\" I urged him. \"The marocca plants were still in good\n shape, weren't they?\"" ], [ "\"I got them there safely,\" said Captain Hannah.\n\n\n \"And they are growing all right?\" I persisted.\n\n\n \"When I left, marocca was growing like mad,\" said Captain Hannah.", "\"It turns out that it's all right to cut marocca as soon as it stops\n growing. To keep the plants from dying, though, you have to mulch the", "\"Well, go on,\" I urged him. \"The marocca plants were still in good\n shape, weren't they?\"", "that marocca takes a very special kind of environment. Bright sun most\n of the time—that means an almost cloudless environment. A very equable\n climate. Days and nights the same length and no seasons—that means no", "us. The fruit of the marocca is delicious and fabulously expensive.\n The plant grew only on the single planet Mypore II. Transshipped seeds\n invariably failed to germinate, which explained its rarity.", "\"So what did you do?\" I asked, when that had sunk in. \"If the stem\n doesn't keep winding, the plants die; and they can only take a few\n extra hours of night time before they run down.\"", "\"Anyway, the action of the dingleburys triggered the violent growth\n phase of the marocca plants. Did you know that they plant marocca", "immediately got busy opening small buds on the stems of the marocca\n plants. Apparently they were pollinating them. I felt sure that these", "\"So then I did a few experiments, and found that the regular poison\n spray in the ship's fumigation system worked just fine. It killed\n the bugs without doing the plants any harm at all. Of course, the", "The Myporians were usually, and understandably, bitterly, opposed to\n letting any of the living plants get shipped off their planet. But when", "\"There was one little catch, of course. The cuttings from the vines\n will poison the plants if they are fed back to them without having been", "correct word is carolla—are a necessary part of the life cycle of the\n marocca. The larvae provide an enzyme without which the plants die.", "have room to think. The midges loved it. But the plants that were in\n reach died so fast that you could watch their leaves curl up and drop\n off.", "\"You'll remember that I warned you that we should take some marocca\n out into space and solve any problems we might find before committing\n ourselves to hauling a full load of it?\" asked Captain Hannah.", "I offered them a sizable piece of cash plus a perpetual share of the\n profits for letting us take a load of marocca plants to Gloryanna III,", "one solid mass of green growth.\n\"The book says that it takes just six hours for a marocca field to\n shift from the seedling stage to the mature stage. It didn't seem that", "\"For Heaven's sake why should it? With no gravity for reference, how\n were the plants supposed to know that the 'sun' was supposed to be\n moving?\"", "\"While they were having their orgy, I caught up on my reading. It\n was necessary for me to cut back the marocca vines. For one thing,", "\"Gloryanna III is the original home planet of marocca. They hated the\n stuff, of course, but they liked the profit. Then, when a plague almost", "formed fruit, and the fruit had ripened and dried, and the seeds had\n developed fully. They were popping and spreading fine dust-like spores\n all over the ship, those last few hours before I landed." ], [ "\"I got them there safely,\" said Captain Hannah.\n\n\n \"And they are growing all right?\" I persisted.\n\n\n \"When I left, marocca was growing like mad,\" said Captain Hannah.", "\"You'll remember that I warned you that we should take some marocca\n out into space and solve any problems we might find before committing\n ourselves to hauling a full load of it?\" asked Captain Hannah.", "us. The fruit of the marocca is delicious and fabulously expensive.\n The plant grew only on the single planet Mypore II. Transshipped seeds\n invariably failed to germinate, which explained its rarity.", "I offered them a sizable piece of cash plus a perpetual share of the\n profits for letting us take a load of marocca plants to Gloryanna III,", "\"They'll send you the bill. They don't figure it will take them more\n than a few months to complete the job.\"\n\n\n Captain Hannah stopped talking and stood up, painfully and a little\n unsteadily.", "\"Well,\" he said, \"I got into parking orbit around Mypore without any\n trouble. The plastic film kept the water in the hydroponic tanks", "The Myporians were usually, and understandably, bitterly, opposed to\n letting any of the living plants get shipped off their planet. But when", "\"Oh,\" said Captain Hannah in quiet tones of controlled desperation, \"it\n was very simple. I just put enough spin on the ship to make artificial", "\"The Gloryannans were going to hold my\nDelta Crucis\nas security to\n pay for the cost of stamping out marocca all over again—those spores\n sprout fast—and for a time I was worried.", "formed fruit, and the fruit had ripened and dried, and the seeds had\n developed fully. They were popping and spreading fine dust-like spores\n all over the ship, those last few hours before I landed.", "I figured that he figured that I had something to do with the way he\n looked.\n\n\n \"Shipping marocca to Gloryanna III didn't turn out to be a cakewalk\n after all?\" I suggested.", "buds weren't the marocca blossoms from which the fruit formed—I'd\n seen a lot of those while we were on Mypore II and they were much", "\"Gloryanna III is the original home planet of marocca. They hated the\n stuff, of course, but they liked the profit. Then, when a plague almost", "\"Well, go on,\" I urged him. \"The marocca plants were still in good\n shape, weren't they?\"", "\"Not yet,\" said Captain Hannah. \"Like you, I figured I had the\n situation fairly well under control, but like you, I hadn't thought", "only trouble was—the cargo had a will of its own!\nCaptain Hannah climbed painfully down from the\nDelta Crucis\n, hobbled", "\"It was you who said that we should carry those damn plants to\n Gloryanna III,\" he said balefully. \"I ought to black your other eye.\"", "\"Of course, first I had to move all the hydroponic tanks from their\n original positions perpendicular to the axial thrust line of the ship", "\"So then I did a few experiments, and found that the regular poison\n spray in the ship's fumigation system worked just fine. It killed\n the bugs without doing the plants any harm at all. Of course, the", "seedlings, back on Mypore II,\nat least\na hundred feet apart? If\n you'll recall, a mature field, which was the only kind we ever saw, is" ], [ "\"I got them there safely,\" said Captain Hannah.\n\n\n \"And they are growing all right?\" I persisted.\n\n\n \"When I left, marocca was growing like mad,\" said Captain Hannah.", "\"You'll remember that I warned you that we should take some marocca\n out into space and solve any problems we might find before committing\n ourselves to hauling a full load of it?\" asked Captain Hannah.", "I figured that he figured that I had something to do with the way he\n looked.\n\n\n \"Shipping marocca to Gloryanna III didn't turn out to be a cakewalk\n after all?\" I suggested.", "\"Oh,\" said Captain Hannah in quiet tones of controlled desperation, \"it\n was very simple. I just put enough spin on the ship to make artificial", "only trouble was—the cargo had a will of its own!\nCaptain Hannah climbed painfully down from the\nDelta Crucis\n, hobbled", "\"Gloryanna III is the original home planet of marocca. They hated the\n stuff, of course, but they liked the profit. Then, when a plague almost", "reasonable at the time.\" Captain Hannah inhaled a sip of rhial, and\n seemed to be enjoying the powerful stuff. He acted as if he thought he\n had finished.", "\"Not yet,\" said Captain Hannah. \"Like you, I figured I had the\n situation fairly well under control, but like you, I hadn't thought", "among the stars. Call it the Look of Eagles. Captain Hannah had lost\n the Look of Eagles. His eyes were swollen almost shut; every inch of", "\"They'll send you the bill. They don't figure it will take them more\n than a few months to complete the job.\"\n\n\n Captain Hannah stopped talking and stood up, painfully and a little\n unsteadily.", "without any trouble, even in a no-gravity condition. And by the time I\n had lined up for Gloryanna and Jumped, I figured, like you said, that\n the trip would be a cakewalk.", "\"It was you who said that we should carry those damn plants to\n Gloryanna III,\" he said balefully. \"I ought to black your other eye.\"", "\"You\ndid\nsucceed in getting the marocca to Gloryanna III?\" I asked", "I offered them a sizable piece of cash plus a perpetual share of the\n profits for letting us take a load of marocca plants to Gloryanna III,", "\"The Gloryannans were going to hold my\nDelta Crucis\nas security to\n pay for the cost of stamping out marocca all over again—those spores\n sprout fast—and for a time I was worried.", "\"Of course, when I showed them our contract—that you alone were\n responsible for everything once I landed the plants safely on Gloryanna\n III, they let me go.", "\"So I spent the whole day—along with my usual chore of shifting the\n lights—blindfolding dingleburys. Which is a hell of a sport for a man\n who is captain of his own ship.\"", "of Limbo into real space near Gloryanna III. It was three days, the\n Control Tower on Gloryanna III told me, that they tried continuously\n to raise me on the communications gear before I heard the alarm bell", "I decided that his wince was intended for a nod, and ordered rhial.\n I only drink rhial when I've been exposed to Captain Hannah. It was", "Hannah nodded. \"They were growing luxuriously.\" He nodded his head a\n couple of more times, in spite of the discomfort it must have given\n him." ], [ "\"I got them there safely,\" said Captain Hannah.\n\n\n \"And they are growing all right?\" I persisted.\n\n\n \"When I left, marocca was growing like mad,\" said Captain Hannah.", "\"Not yet,\" said Captain Hannah. \"Like you, I figured I had the\n situation fairly well under control, but like you, I hadn't thought", "reasonable at the time.\" Captain Hannah inhaled a sip of rhial, and\n seemed to be enjoying the powerful stuff. He acted as if he thought he\n had finished.", "\"Oh,\" said Captain Hannah in quiet tones of controlled desperation, \"it\n was very simple. I just put enough spin on the ship to make artificial", "\"They'll send you the bill. They don't figure it will take them more\n than a few months to complete the job.\"\n\n\n Captain Hannah stopped talking and stood up, painfully and a little\n unsteadily.", "I decided that his wince was intended for a nod, and ordered rhial.\n I only drink rhial when I've been exposed to Captain Hannah. It was", "among the stars. Call it the Look of Eagles. Captain Hannah had lost\n the Look of Eagles. His eyes were swollen almost shut; every inch of", "Hannah nodded. \"They were growing luxuriously.\" He nodded his head a\n couple of more times, in spite of the discomfort it must have given\n him.", "\"You'll remember that I warned you that we should take some marocca\n out into space and solve any problems we might find before committing\n ourselves to hauling a full load of it?\" asked Captain Hannah.", "only trouble was—the cargo had a will of its own!\nCaptain Hannah climbed painfully down from the\nDelta Crucis\n, hobbled", "\"So I spent the whole day—along with my usual chore of shifting the\n lights—blindfolding dingleburys. Which is a hell of a sport for a man\n who is captain of his own ship.\"", "\"Your tests were no good,\" agreed the captain with feeling. \"I'll tell\n you about it first, and\nthen\nI'll black your other eye,\" he decided.", "I didn't ask Captain Hannah why he had socked me.", "\"But you solved the problem?\"\n\"In a sense,\" said the captain. \"I just emptied the pump back into the", "almost felt sorry for him, but just then Beulah came racking across\n the field with her two-ton infant in tow, to show her off to Hannah. I", "happened was that I saw that there was one of the creatures that didn't\n seem to be having any trouble, but was acting like the book said it\n should. I caught it and examined it. The poor thing was blind, and was", "\"And if you think I figured all that out about dingleburys getting\n dizzy at the time, in that madhouse of a ship, then you're crazy. What", "\"Then after that you were all right, except for the tedium of moving\n the lights around?\" I asked him. I answered myself at once. \"No. There\n must be more. You haven't told me why you hid out in the bathroom, yet.\"", "Although he has never been a handsome man, he usually has the\n weathered and austere dignity that comes from plying the remote reaches", "I figured that he figured that I had something to do with the way he\n looked.\n\n\n \"Shipping marocca to Gloryanna III didn't turn out to be a cakewalk\n after all?\" I suggested." ] ]

[ "What do the harsh weather conditions described at the beginning of the article foreshadow about the tone of the rest of the reading?", "Of all the characters, who is seen as an antagonist in the article?", "What word best describes Commander Curtis?", "What would the main characters of the article all most likely agree with about Androka? ", "Was it Nelson's decision to become part of the military?", "Was the gas incident deadly?", "Why are many of the main characters so suspicious of each other?", "What is an important lesson Androka should have learned from his failed attempts in the article?" ]

[ [ "The article will be stressful.", "The article will be uneventful.", "The article will be gloomy.", "The article will be mysterious" ], [ "Androka's assistant because he turned off the radio.", "Commander Curtis because he rarely complied with the other crew members.", "The radio man on the ship because he could not complete Commander Curtis's orders.", "Androka, because his actions severely inconvenienced the crew of the ship." ], [ "Collaborative", "Egotistical", "Authoritative", "Fierce" ], [ "Androka is arrogant.", "Androka can be noncompliant.", "Androka is often clueless.", "Androka can be mysterious." ], [ "No, he would have rather fought on Germany's side.", "No, he was forced into a career in the military.", "Yes, he wanted to help America after the horrors of the First World War.", "Yes, he was influenced by his parents to live a life of service." ], [ "Yes, there were bodies scattered all over the ship.", "No, exposed crewmen were left nearly comatose.", "Yes, and only gas masks could help prevent death from the gas exposure.", "No, because Androka made sure to expose the crewmen to a nondeadly gas." ], [ "Because many of the characters are making ignorant mistakes.", "Because many of the characters have reason from prior experiences to not trust each other.", "Because many of characters are of different nationalities in the midst of a World War.", "Because many of the characters are in a state of confusion and fear after the gas incident." ], [ "Being motivated by hatred is the most beneficial motivation.", "Pursuing self-interest can have negative impacts all around you.", "Communication is key, especially when lost at sea.", "It is better to work alone than with others." ] ]

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[ [ "Curtis opened the door and looked out. Rain whipped against his face\n like a stinging wet lash. Overhead, the sky was a storm-racked mass of\n clouds, broken in one spot by a tiny patch of starlit blue.", "found himself lying in wet sand, on a beach, somewhere, with the\n rain—now a light, driving mist—beating on his face. He was chilled;", "his limbs were stiff and numb. His nose and throat felt parched inside,\n as if a wave of searing heat had scorched them.", "fumbling at the neck of his slicker. Rain was coursing down his white\n cheeks, streaking them with glistening furrows.", "And then he became aware of a deadly stillness. A vast wall of silence\n enveloped the entire cruiser. Looking over the side, he could no longer\n see the waves that a few minutes before had beaten savagely against the\n ship.", "The words struck Curtis with the numbing shock of a blow on some nerve\n center. For the first time, he realized fully the tragedy that had", "They went on through the night. The starlit gap in the clouds had\n closed. The sky was again a blanket of darkness pouring sheets of rain\n at them.", "\"But this storm, sir!\" Nelson avoided Curtis' friendly eyes and slipped\n out from under his arm. \"It's got me worried. Quartering wind of", "Curtis heard the anchor let down, as if by invisible hands, the chain\n screaming and flailing its clanking way through the hawse hole. Then he\n was completely walled in by the yellowish-gray mist. He felt his senses\n swimming.", "Stars were twinkling in a patch of black-blue sky, and broken mountains\n of gray cloud were skudding before the east wind. Commander Bob Curtis", "It was hard work getting to his feet, and when he did manage to stand,\n he could only plant his heels in the sand and sway to and fro for fully\n a minute, like a child learning to walk.", "\"Come in, Nelson!\" he said.\n\n\n Nelson shouldered his way inside, and stood there in his dripping\n oilskins, blinking his eyes against the yellow light.", "\"; the other was \"convoy.\" But gradually his eardrums\n began to throb, as if someone were pounding on them from the inside. He", "was\nNelson, his shaggy blond brows drawn scowlingly down\n over his pale eyes; his thin face a mass of tense lines; his big hands", "There was a solemn note in Dillon's voice. \"No, sir. She's been worked\n off the sandbar and put to sea!\"", "on board. But there was no question of his ability. He was a good\n navigating officer—dependable, accurate, conscientious. Nevertheless,\n his taut face, restless, searching eyes, and eternally nervous manner", "anything—\nThe rain had abated to a foggy drizzle. The wash of the surf swung the\nComerford\nin a lazy, rolling motion, as she lay with her bow nosing", "Curtis was a little shocked by the hatred that gleamed in Androka's\n eyes, under their bushy brows. There was something of the wild animal\n in the man's expression, as his lips drew back from his yellowed teeth.", "All around him in the nearly total darkness, he could make out the dim\n forms of men sprawled on the beach; and of other men moving about,\n exploring. He heard the murmur of voices and saw the glow of lighted\n cigarettes.", "In another hour, the skies had cleared, and white moonlight flooded\n the scene with a ghostly radiance. The men of the\nComerford" ], [ "All the suspicious circumstances surrounding Nelson came flooding into\n Curtis' mind. He had never liked the man; never trusted him. Nelson\n always acted as if he had some secret, something to hide.", "\"Seems to me,\" Curtis said dryly, \"this invention can harm your friends\n as much as your enemies.\"", "The three—Brandt, Nelson and Bradford—stood on the bridge and talked,\n while the efficient stretcher-bearers worked industriously to remove\n the limp bodies of the", "The fellow was a headache to Curtis. He was overfriendly with a\n black-browed bos'n's mate named Joe Bradford—the worst trouble maker", "Curtis was a little shocked by the hatred that gleamed in Androka's\n eyes, under their bushy brows. There was something of the wild animal\n in the man's expression, as his lips drew back from his yellowed teeth.", "foreigners whom it chooses as its agents,\" Brandt pointed out. \"Androka\n has a daughter and other relations in Prague. He knows that if anything", "\"I'd rather get along without Androka, if we could!\" Nelson muttered.\n \"He's nothing but a crackpot!\"", "From her bridge, Navigating Officer Nelson watched the gas-masked\n figures moving about the decks, descending companionways—like goblins", "The scientist drew himself up to his full height—which was only a\n little over five feet. His voice grew shrill. \"Wait! Just wait! There", "on board. But there was no question of his ability. He was a good\n navigating officer—dependable, accurate, conscientious. Nevertheless,\n his taut face, restless, searching eyes, and eternally nervous manner", "from an ancient fairy tale or a modern horror story. Nelson looked like\n a goblin himself, with his face covered by a respirator. At his side,", "And then he became aware of a deadly stillness. A vast wall of silence\n enveloped the entire cruiser. Looking over the side, he could no longer\n see the waves that a few minutes before had beaten savagely against the\n ship.", "\"My father dedicated me to a career of revenge—to wipe out his\n wrongs,\" Nelson continued. \"If America hadn't gone into the First", "Curtis frowned and shook his head. Slowly he forced a reluctant grin as\n he stuck out his hand.", "\"Can we trust Androka?\" Nelson asked, with a sudden note of suspicion\n in his voice.\n\n\n \"Yes,\" Brandt assured him. \"Of all men—we can trust Androka!\"", "Bradford shook his head in disagreement. \"The old geezer claims he's\n got a neutralizing chemical in one of them tanks of his that'll clear\n everything up inside half an hour.\"", "\"; the other was \"convoy.\" But gradually his eardrums\n began to throb, as if someone were pounding on them from the inside. He", "Nelson was nowhere in sight. The steersman lay in a limp heap beside\n the swinging wheel. Then a gas-masked figure appeared through the", "All around him in the nearly total darkness, he could make out the dim\n forms of men sprawled on the beach; and of other men moving about,\n exploring. He heard the murmur of voices and saw the glow of lighted\n cigarettes.", "There were those who said it was the work of sappers who had tunneled\n under the foundations, while others laid the induction of the gas to\n Fifth Column traitors. There were a hundred more or less plausible\n explanations—" ], [ "\"Maybe Curtis'll find out his suspicions were justified,\" Nelson said\n bitterly. \"But it won't do Curtis any good—a commander who's lost", "Commander Bob Curtis roused himself from his doze, got up from his\n chair, stretched himself to his full, lanky height and yawned. That\n would be Nelson, his navigating officer. Nelson always knocked that", "A man with a flashlight was approaching him. Its white glare shone for\n a moment in Curtis' face, and the familiar voice of Ensign Jack Dillon\n spoke: \"Commander Curtis! Are you O. K., sir?\"", "Commander Curtis shrugged good-naturedly and reached for the\n instrument. \"Not that I've lost confidence in you, Nels, but just", "\"You have seen a miracle, commander!\" he shouted at Curtis. \"\nMy\nmiracle! My invention has shattered the ether waves hereabouts\n hopelessly.\"", "Curtis sighed with relief. He saw that Nelson was staring fiercely\n at the radio operator, as the man went on calling: \"U. S. Cruiser", "The words struck Curtis with the numbing shock of a blow on some nerve\n center. For the first time, he realized fully the tragedy that had", "Bob Curtis stared at him, as if questioning his sanity. Then he\n hastened to the radio room, with Nelson at his heels, and the Czech\n trotting along behind.", "set up by my little station on one of the neighboring islets!\"\nThere was a long pause, while commander and navigator stared at him.\n Curtis was the first to speak.", "Curtis left him at it, and went to rejoin Androka in the cabin. He\n found the little inventor pacing up and down, shaking his fists in the", "picked up, and was being relayed all over the ship. The words struck on\n Curtis' ears with a note of impending tragedy.", "All the suspicious circumstances surrounding Nelson came flooding into\n Curtis' mind. He had never liked the man; never trusted him. Nelson\n always acted as if he had some secret, something to hide.", "Stars were twinkling in a patch of black-blue sky, and broken mountains\n of gray cloud were skudding before the east wind. Commander Bob Curtis", "Curtis went around, finding the officers, issuing orders. There were\n still some unconscious men to be revived. In a sheltered cove among\n the rocks, an exploring group had found enough dry driftwood to make a\n fire—", "Curtis frowned and shook his head. Slowly he forced a reluctant grin as\n he stuck out his hand.", "Curtis didn't hurry. It pleased him to let Nelson wait. He moved slowly\n to the door, paused there, and flung a backward glance at the man in", "Curtis was a little shocked by the hatred that gleamed in Androka's\n eyes, under their bushy brows. There was something of the wild animal\n in the man's expression, as his lips drew back from his yellowed teeth.", "Curtis opened the door and looked out. Rain whipped against his face\n like a stinging wet lash. Overhead, the sky was a storm-racked mass of\n clouds, broken in one spot by a tiny patch of starlit blue.", "The wizened face of the older man was molded in intent lines of\n concentration, as his bushy gray head bent over his drawing board.\n Curtis got a glimpse of the design on which he was working, and his\n lips relaxed in a faint smile.", "stricken helpless. And then Curtis saw other forms flitting about the\n deck—forms that looked like creatures from another world, but he\n recognized them for what they were—men wearing gas masks." ], [ "\"Can we trust Androka?\" Nelson asked, with a sudden note of suspicion\n in his voice.\n\n\n \"Yes,\" Brandt assured him. \"Of all men—we can trust Androka!\"", "foreigners whom it chooses as its agents,\" Brandt pointed out. \"Androka\n has a daughter and other relations in Prague. He knows that if anything", "Sometimes, Curtis thought old Androka was a bit wacky—a scientist\n whose mind had been turned by the horror that had come to his country", "\"I'd rather get along without Androka, if we could!\" Nelson muttered.\n \"He's nothing but a crackpot!\"", "misfires, if there is the slightest suspicion of treachery on his part,\n his daughter and the others will suffer. Androka's loyalty is assured!\"", "Curtis left him at it, and went to rejoin Androka in the cabin. He\n found the little inventor pacing up and down, shaking his fists in the", "Androka held out his palms helplessly. \"I can do nothing. I have given\n orders to my assistant that he must keep two hours of radio silence! I\n can get no message to him, for our radio is dead!\"", "A far-away look came into Androka's eyes. He did not seem to hear\n the question. He lowered his voice: \"My daughter is still in Prague.", "Curtis was a little shocked by the hatred that gleamed in Androka's\n eyes, under their bushy brows. There was something of the wild animal\n in the man's expression, as his lips drew back from his yellowed teeth.", "Curtis recalled that Nelson and Androka had long conversations\n together—conversations which they would end abruptly when anyone else", "\"Dead!\" Androka muttered, with a bitter laugh. \"Yet not dead,\n gentlemen! The set is uninjured. The waves are what have been upset. I", "And bustling all over the place, barking excited commands in German,\n pushing and pulling and pointing to emphasize his directions, was the\n strange figure of Professor Zukor Androka!", "; and ve have another invention of\n Androka's vich vill be even more useful vhen ve come to cut the\nCarethusia\nout of her convoy.\"", "Commander and navigator had both scribbled verifications of the\n numbers. Ignoring the gibbering Androka, who was wailing his", "Androka had arrived on board the\nComerford\nthe day before she sailed", "from Norfolk. With him came a boatload of scientific apparatus and\n equipment, including a number of things that looked like oxygen tanks,\n which were now stored in the forward hold. Androka had watched over", "The pieces of the picture fitted together like a jigsaw\n puzzle—Androka's zone of silence; the bearings given by radio;\n Navigating Officer Nelson's queer conduct. They were all part of a\n carefully laid plan!", "\"And if the Nazi agents in America knew of the islet from which my zone\n of silence is projected—\" Androka paused, his head tilted to one side,", "up there—a strange-looking object that looked something like an\n old-fashioned trench mortar, and which connected with cables to the\n room that served as Androka's laboratory and workshop.", "And when that task was completed, lifeboats began to come alongside\n with strange-looking radio equipment, and more gas tanks like those\n Androka had brought aboard the" ], [ "\"My father dedicated me to a career of revenge—to wipe out his\n wrongs,\" Nelson continued. \"If America hadn't gone into the First", "me—to educate me in a military prep school, then send me to Annapolis,\n for a career in the United States navy—and no one suspected me. No\n one—\"", "All the suspicious circumstances surrounding Nelson came flooding into\n Curtis' mind. He had never liked the man; never trusted him. Nelson\n always acted as if he had some secret, something to hide.", "Commander Bob Curtis roused himself from his doze, got up from his\n chair, stretched himself to his full, lanky height and yawned. That\n would be Nelson, his navigating officer. Nelson always knocked that", "He came up to Nelson, saluted, and held out his hand, introducing\n himself as Herr Kommander Brandt. He began to speak in German, but\n Nelson stopped him.", "\"Come in, Nelson!\" he said.\n\n\n Nelson shouldered his way inside, and stood there in his dripping\n oilskins, blinking his eyes against the yellow light.", "because you asked for it!\"\nCurtis donned his slicker and went outside, sextant in hand. In a few\n minutes he returned and handed Nelson a sheet of paper with figures", "\"Yes,\" Nelson said. \"That came through all right. And won't Curtis have\n a time explaining it!\"", "was\nNelson, his shaggy blond brows drawn scowlingly down\n over his pale eyes; his thin face a mass of tense lines; his big hands", "Curtis recalled that Nelson and Androka had long conversations\n together—conversations which they would end abruptly when anyone else", "Curtis sighed with relief. He saw that Nelson was staring fiercely\n at the radio operator, as the man went on calling: \"U. S. Cruiser", "\"But this storm, sir!\" Nelson avoided Curtis' friendly eyes and slipped\n out from under his arm. \"It's got me worried. Quartering wind of", "Nelson complied, and the throbbing drive of the engines lessened\n at once. Nelson said: \"I've been wondering, sir, if it wouldn't be", "Curtis felt Nelson's hand grip his shoulder, as he put his lips close\n to his ear and shouted: \"You must have been right, sir, and the radio", "\"Maybe Curtis'll find out his suspicions were justified,\" Nelson said\n bitterly. \"But it won't do Curtis any good—a commander who's lost", "Curtis didn't hurry. It pleased him to let Nelson wait. He moved slowly\n to the door, paused there, and flung a backward glance at the man in", "Nelson spoke in a low tone, his lips close to Bradford's ear. \"It\n worked, Joe!\"\n\n\n \"Yeah!\" Bradford agreed. \"It worked—fine!\"", "Nelson had no answering smile, although there had been a great deal\n of good-natured joking aboard the\nComerford\never since the navy\n department had sent the scientist on board the cruiser to carry on his\n experiments.", "came within earshot. And Nelson had always been chummy with the worst\n trouble maker in the crew—Bos'n's Mate Bradford.", "Curtis stared, frowned, grabbed his own sheet again. \"Any time I'm\n that far off old Figure-'em Nelson's estimate, I'm checking back,\" he" ], [ "There were those who said it was the work of sappers who had tunneled\n under the foundations, while others laid the induction of the gas to\n Fifth Column traitors. There were a hundred more or less plausible\n explanations—", "stricken helpless. And then Curtis saw other forms flitting about the\n deck—forms that looked like creatures from another world, but he\n recognized them for what they were—men wearing gas masks.", "Nelson swore under his breath. \"Reckon it'll take a couple of hours\n before the ship's rid of that damn gas!\"", "fallen before the early Nazi blitzkrieg, when their defenders found\n themselves struck numb and helpless by a gas that had been flooded into\n the inner compartments of their strongholds.", "\"Dead!\" Androka muttered, with a bitter laugh. \"Yet not dead,\n gentlemen! The set is uninjured. The waves are what have been upset. I", "\"It was a crackpot who invented the gas we used to break up the\n Maginot Line,\" Bradford reminded him. \"It saved a lot of lives for the", "The vapor clouds that enveloped the\nComerford\nwere becoming thicker.\n All about the deck lay the forms of unconscious seamen, suddenly", "And then he became aware of a deadly stillness. A vast wall of silence\n enveloped the entire cruiser. Looking over the side, he could no longer\n see the waves that a few minutes before had beaten savagely against the\n ship.", "Nelson was nowhere in sight. The steersman lay in a limp heap beside\n the swinging wheel. Then a gas-masked figure appeared through the", "\"A bit of a headache from the gas, but that's all. Any orders, sir?\"", "Bradford shook his head in disagreement. \"The old geezer claims he's\n got a neutralizing chemical in one of them tanks of his that'll clear\n everything up inside half an hour.\"", "Descending a companionway to see what was going on below, Nelson found\n that portholes were being opened, and men were spraying chemical around", "From her bridge, Navigating Officer Nelson watched the gas-masked\n figures moving about the decks, descending companionways—like goblins", "\"Bearing, sir?\" The man brought his eyes down with difficulty, as if\n still dissatisfied. \"I'm sorry, sir, but the outfit's dead. Went out on", "The three—Brandt, Nelson and Bradford—stood on the bridge and talked,\n while the efficient stretcher-bearers worked industriously to remove\n the limp bodies of the", "to rid the below-decks atmosphere of the lethal gas that had overcome\n the\nComerford's\nAmerican crew.", "The words struck Curtis with the numbing shock of a blow on some nerve\n center. For the first time, he realized fully the tragedy that had", "The door burst open as they neared it. A frightened operator came out,\n still wearing his earphones, and stood staring upward incredulously at\n the aërial.", "And when that task was completed, lifeboats began to come alongside\n with strange-looking radio equipment, and more gas tanks like those\n Androka had brought aboard the", "loss, if he had been more alert, more suspicious. For it was clear to\n him now that the\nComerford\nhad been deliberately steered to this" ], [ "All the suspicious circumstances surrounding Nelson came flooding into\n Curtis' mind. He had never liked the man; never trusted him. Nelson\n always acted as if he had some secret, something to hide.", "\"Sometimes,\" Bradford put in, \"I think Curtis suspected you.\"", "There were those who said it was the work of sappers who had tunneled\n under the foundations, while others laid the induction of the gas to\n Fifth Column traitors. There were a hundred more or less plausible\n explanations—", "\"Can we trust Androka?\" Nelson asked, with a sudden note of suspicion\n in his voice.\n\n\n \"Yes,\" Brandt assured him. \"Of all men—we can trust Androka!\"", "loss, if he had been more alert, more suspicious. For it was clear to\n him now that the\nComerford\nhad been deliberately steered to this", "\"Maybe Curtis'll find out his suspicions were justified,\" Nelson said\n bitterly. \"But it won't do Curtis any good—a commander who's lost", "on board. But there was no question of his ability. He was a good\n navigating officer—dependable, accurate, conscientious. Nevertheless,\n his taut face, restless, searching eyes, and eternally nervous manner", "The pieces of the picture fitted together like a jigsaw\n puzzle—Androka's zone of silence; the bearings given by radio;\n Navigating Officer Nelson's queer conduct. They were all part of a\n carefully laid plan!", "So are my sister and her husband, and\ntheir\ntwo daughters. If the\ngestapo\nknew what I am doing, all of them would be better dead. You", "The three—Brandt, Nelson and Bradford—stood on the bridge and talked,\n while the efficient stretcher-bearers worked industriously to remove\n the limp bodies of the", "foreigners whom it chooses as its agents,\" Brandt pointed out. \"Androka\n has a daughter and other relations in Prague. He knows that if anything", "misfires, if there is the slightest suspicion of treachery on his part,\n his daughter and the others will suffer. Androka's loyalty is assured!\"", "from Norfolk. With him came a boatload of scientific apparatus and\n equipment, including a number of things that looked like oxygen tanks,\n which were now stored in the forward hold. Androka had watched over", "And then he became aware of a deadly stillness. A vast wall of silence\n enveloped the entire cruiser. Looking over the side, he could no longer\n see the waves that a few minutes before had beaten savagely against the\n ship.", "Bob Curtis stared at him, as if questioning his sanity. Then he\n hastened to the radio room, with Nelson at his heels, and the Czech\n trotting along behind.", "From her bridge, Navigating Officer Nelson watched the gas-masked\n figures moving about the decks, descending companionways—like goblins", "All around him in the nearly total darkness, he could make out the dim\n forms of men sprawled on the beach; and of other men moving about,\n exploring. He heard the murmur of voices and saw the glow of lighted\n cigarettes.", "Curtis recalled that Nelson and Androka had long conversations\n together—conversations which they would end abruptly when anyone else", "The door burst open as they neared it. A frightened operator came out,\n still wearing his earphones, and stood staring upward incredulously at\n the aërial.", "Curtis was a little shocked by the hatred that gleamed in Androka's\n eyes, under their bushy brows. There was something of the wild animal\n in the man's expression, as his lips drew back from his yellowed teeth." ], [ "Androka held out his palms helplessly. \"I can do nothing. I have given\n orders to my assistant that he must keep two hours of radio silence! I\n can get no message to him, for our radio is dead!\"", "Sometimes, Curtis thought old Androka was a bit wacky—a scientist\n whose mind had been turned by the horror that had come to his country", "foreigners whom it chooses as its agents,\" Brandt pointed out. \"Androka\n has a daughter and other relations in Prague. He knows that if anything", "\"Can we trust Androka?\" Nelson asked, with a sudden note of suspicion\n in his voice.\n\n\n \"Yes,\" Brandt assured him. \"Of all men—we can trust Androka!\"", "A far-away look came into Androka's eyes. He did not seem to hear\n the question. He lowered his voice: \"My daughter is still in Prague.", "Curtis left him at it, and went to rejoin Androka in the cabin. He\n found the little inventor pacing up and down, shaking his fists in the", "\"I'd rather get along without Androka, if we could!\" Nelson muttered.\n \"He's nothing but a crackpot!\"", "\"Dead!\" Androka muttered, with a bitter laugh. \"Yet not dead,\n gentlemen! The set is uninjured. The waves are what have been upset. I", "misfires, if there is the slightest suspicion of treachery on his part,\n his daughter and the others will suffer. Androka's loyalty is assured!\"", "Curtis was a little shocked by the hatred that gleamed in Androka's\n eyes, under their bushy brows. There was something of the wild animal\n in the man's expression, as his lips drew back from his yellowed teeth.", "; and ve have another invention of\n Androka's vich vill be even more useful vhen ve come to cut the\nCarethusia\nout of her convoy.\"", "Curtis recalled that Nelson and Androka had long conversations\n together—conversations which they would end abruptly when anyone else", "And bustling all over the place, barking excited commands in German,\n pushing and pulling and pointing to emphasize his directions, was the\n strange figure of Professor Zukor Androka!", "from Norfolk. With him came a boatload of scientific apparatus and\n equipment, including a number of things that looked like oxygen tanks,\n which were now stored in the forward hold. Androka had watched over", "\"And if the Nazi agents in America knew of the islet from which my zone\n of silence is projected—\" Androka paused, his head tilted to one side,", "Androka had arrived on board the\nComerford\nthe day before she sailed", "The pieces of the picture fitted together like a jigsaw\n puzzle—Androka's zone of silence; the bearings given by radio;\n Navigating Officer Nelson's queer conduct. They were all part of a\n carefully laid plan!", "up there—a strange-looking object that looked something like an\n old-fashioned trench mortar, and which connected with cables to the\n room that served as Androka's laboratory and workshop.", "It was hard work getting to his feet, and when he did manage to stand,\n he could only plant his heels in the sand and sway to and fro for fully\n a minute, like a child learning to walk.", "Commander and navigator had both scribbled verifications of the\n numbers. Ignoring the gibbering Androka, who was wailing his" ] ]

[ "Based on the article, does McCray know he is being watched?", "What best describes Hatcher's team?", "What was the author's purpose on including a section about Hatcher's feedings?", "What can you conclude about Hatcher's relationship with the rest of his team?", "What feeling did McCray and Hatcher both feel at least once during this article?" ]

[ [ "No, or else he would have tried speaking with Hatcher and his team.", "Yes, because he was trying to escape where he was.", "No, or else he would not have tried to establish communication with the woman who appeared.", "Yes, because he was trying to radio Jodrell Bank so he could safely escape." ], [ "They are careless with decisions.", "They are hasty with decisions.", "They have cruel intentions towards humans.", "They are ignorant about humans." ], [ "To give insight on Hatcher's personality.", "To show that McCray will have to feed like Hatcher if he does not return to Jodrell Bank because there is no human food where he is.", "To further elaborate how different Hatcher and his kind are from a human.", "To show how grotesque his feeding process is." ], [ "He fights with them.", "He does not understand his team.", "He does not always agree with them.", "He is much more brilliant than his team." ], [ "Alarm", "Excitement", "Confidence", "Rage" ] ]

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[ [ "him,\" he added, but that was surely unnecessary. Their job was to\n watch McCray, and they would do their job; and even more, not one of\n them could have looked away to save his life from the spectacle of", "Someone was watching Herrell McCray, with the clinical fascination\n of a biochemist observing the wigglings of paramecia in a new", "McCray regarded it grimly. He went back in his memory with meticulous\n care. Had he not looked at, this very spot a matter of moments before?", "McCray was beginning to feel more confident. It was astonishing how a\n little light made an impossible situation bearable, how quickly his\n courage flowed back when he could see again.", "McCray could not see any part of his own body at all.\nII\n\n\n Someone else could.", "McCray had no idea where he was, and no way to find out.\n\n\n Not only was he in darkness, but in utter silence as well. No. Not\n quite utter silence.", "Hatcher's principal task at this moment was to run the \"probe team\"\n which had McCray under observation, and he was more than a little", "the probe-team room, he was in fairly close touch with what was going\n on—knew that McCray was once again fumbling among the objects in the", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nHis name was Herrell McCray and he was scared.", "Before Stage Two began, or before Herrell McCray realized it had begun,\n he had an inspiration.", "For before the light had gone, McCray had seen what had escaped\n his eyes before. The suit and the microphone were clear enough in", "McCray was hardly surprised at that; he had been close enough to shock\n himself. He tried to reassure her as he searched for a way out of the\n hall, but in the middle of a word her voice stopped.", "McCray took a deep breath and thought. Something was wrong. Either they\n didn't hear him, which meant the radio wasn't transmitting, or—no.", "man who holds it, and McCray was grateful for this one. With something\n concrete to do he could postpone questioning. Never mind why he had\n been brought here; never mind how. Never mind what he would, or could,", "McCray caught it up and headed for the door. It felt good in his\n gauntlets, a rewarding weight; any weapon straightens the back of the", "Still, it led in the proper direction. McCray added one more\n inexplicable fact to his file and walked through. He was in another", "McCray grinned into the pink-lit darkness. The thought had somehow\n refreshed him, like icewater between rounds, and with a clearing head\n he remembered what a spacesuit was good for.\n\n\n It held a radio.", "that, when he picked it up, turned out to be a girl's scanty bathing\n suit? It was slightly reassuring, McCray thought, to find that most of", "McCray switched the light on and looked around. There seemed to be no\n change.\n\n\n And yet, surely, it was warmer in here.", "But it did not take an hour. One blow was luckier than the rest; it\n must have snapped the lock mechanism. The door shook and slid ajar.\n McCray got the thin of the blade into the crack and pried it wide." ], [ "Hatcher's principal task at this moment was to run the \"probe team\"\n which had McCray under observation, and he was more than a little", "Hatcher checked through the members that he had left with the rest of\n his team and discovered that there were no immediate emergencies, so he", "Physically they were nothing alike. Hatcher was a three-foot,\n hard-shelled sphere of jelly. He had \"arms\" and \"legs,\" but they were", "Hatcher, who was not human, did not possess truly human emotions; but\n he did feel amazement when he was amazed, and fear when there was", "Hatcher identified himself and gave a quick, concise report:", "it did have females and he was certainly not that. Hatcher did not in\n any way look like a human being, but they had features in common.", "Hatcher was patient; he knew his assistant well. Obviously something\n was about to happen. He took the moment to call his members back to", "Hatcher. Yours is not the only probe team working. The Central Masses\n team has just turned in a most alarming report.\"", "Hatcher did not want him destroyed. It had been difficult enough\n getting him here.", "council. Hatcher passed the question off. He considered telling his\n staff about the disappearance of the Central Masses team member, but\n decided against it. He had not been told it was secret. On the other", "The call was urgent; he hurried to see what it was about. It was his\n second in command, very excited. \"What is it?\" Hatcher demanded.\n\n\n \"Wait....\"", "His second in command was busy, but one of the other team workers\n reported—nothing new—and asked about Hatcher's appearance before the", "But it seemed that the Probe Teams themselves might be betraying their\n existence to their enemies—\n\n\n \"Hatcher!\"", "\"But, sir....\" Hatcher swung closer, his thick skin quivering slightly;\n he would have gestured if he had brought members with him to gesture", "Hatcher rose and shook himself, his mindless members floating away like\n puppies dislodged from suck. \"Council's orders,\" he said. \"We've got to\n go into Stage Two of the project at once.\"\nIII", "If Hatcher and McCray had somehow managed to strike up an acquaintance,\n they might have got along very well. Hatcher, like McCray, was an", "\"I know,\" Hatcher said, \"but watch. Do you see? He is going straight\n toward her.\"", "The probe team had had a shock.\n\n\n \"Paranormal powers,\" muttered Hatcher's second in command, and the\n others mumbled agreement. Hatcher ordered silence, studying the\n specimen from Earth.", "the queer antics of the aliens with attached limbs and strange powers.\n Hatcher knew that this was not a freak show, but a matter of life and\n death. He said, musing:", "And then, in a completely different mood, \"We may need him badly. We\n may be in the process of killing our first one now.\"\n\n\n \"Killing him, Hatcher?\"" ], [ "body opened, like a purse, emitting a thin, pussy, fetid fluid which\n Hatcher caught and poured into a disposal trough at the side of the", "Hatcher, who was not human, did not possess truly human emotions; but\n he did feel amazement when he was amazed, and fear when there was", "took time to eat. In Hatcher's race this was accomplished in ways not\n entirely pleasant to Earthmen. A slit in the lower hemisphere of his", "Hatcher did not want him destroyed. It had been difficult enough\n getting him here.", "Hatcher hesitated. \"No,\" he said at last. \"The male is responding well.\n Remember that when last this experiment was done every subject died; he\n is alive at least. But I am wondering. We can't quite communicate with\n the female—\"", "Physically they were nothing alike. Hatcher was a three-foot,\n hard-shelled sphere of jelly. He had \"arms\" and \"legs,\" but they were", "Hatcher rose and shook himself, his mindless members floating away like\n puppies dislodged from suck. \"Council's orders,\" he said. \"We've got to\n go into Stage Two of the project at once.\"\nIII", "\"I know,\" Hatcher said, \"but watch. Do you see? He is going straight\n toward her.\"", "it did have females and he was certainly not that. Hatcher did not in\n any way look like a human being, but they had features in common.", "seemed to be in pain; but it was not the pain that disturbed Hatcher,\n it was something far more immediate to his interests.", "him for feeding; they dodged back to their niches on his skin, fitted\n themselves into their vestigial slots, poured back their wastes into\n his own circulation and ingested what they needed from the meal he had", "And then, in a completely different mood, \"We may need him badly. We\n may be in the process of killing our first one now.\"\n\n\n \"Killing him, Hatcher?\"", "that caused him to regret the dangers in moving too fast toward\n communication. Not even Hatcher had quite got over the revolting\n physical differences between the Earthman and his own people. But", "Hatcher was patient; he knew his assistant well. Obviously something\n was about to happen. He took the moment to call his members back to", "\"Wait!\" Hatcher ordered sharply. He was watching the new specimen and\n a troublesome thought had occurred to him. The new one was female and", "Hatcher identified himself and gave a quick, concise report:", "Someone was watching Herrell McCray, with the clinical fascination\n of a biochemist observing the wigglings of paramecia in a new", "The council conferred among itself for a moment, Hatcher waiting. It\n was not really a waste of time for him; with the organs he had left in", "Hatcher did not like the idea of endangering the Earthman. It cannot\n be said that he was emotionally involved; it was not pity or sympathy", "\"Have they secured a subject?\" Hatcher demanded jealously.\n\n\n The councillor paused. \"Worse than that, Hatcher. I am afraid their\n subjects have secured one of them. One of them is missing.\"" ], [ "Hatcher checked through the members that he had left with the rest of\n his team and discovered that there were no immediate emergencies, so he", "Hatcher was patient; he knew his assistant well. Obviously something\n was about to happen. He took the moment to call his members back to", "Hatcher, who was not human, did not possess truly human emotions; but\n he did feel amazement when he was amazed, and fear when there was", "Hatcher did not want him destroyed. It had been difficult enough\n getting him here.", "His second in command was busy, but one of the other team workers\n reported—nothing new—and asked about Hatcher's appearance before the", "council. Hatcher passed the question off. He considered telling his\n staff about the disappearance of the Central Masses team member, but\n decided against it. He had not been told it was secret. On the other", "Hatcher identified himself and gave a quick, concise report:", "Hatcher's principal task at this moment was to run the \"probe team\"\n which had McCray under observation, and he was more than a little", "The call was urgent; he hurried to see what it was about. It was his\n second in command, very excited. \"What is it?\" Hatcher demanded.\n\n\n \"Wait....\"", "\"But, sir....\" Hatcher swung closer, his thick skin quivering slightly;\n he would have gestured if he had brought members with him to gesture", "Hatcher did not like the idea of endangering the Earthman. It cannot\n be said that he was emotionally involved; it was not pity or sympathy", "And then, in a completely different mood, \"We may need him badly. We\n may be in the process of killing our first one now.\"\n\n\n \"Killing him, Hatcher?\"", "Hatcher hesitated. \"No,\" he said at last. \"The male is responding well.\n Remember that when last this experiment was done every subject died; he\n is alive at least. But I am wondering. We can't quite communicate with\n the female—\"", "\"I know,\" Hatcher said, \"but watch. Do you see? He is going straight\n toward her.\"", "If Hatcher and McCray had somehow managed to strike up an acquaintance,\n they might have got along very well. Hatcher, like McCray, was an", "The council conferred among itself for a moment, Hatcher waiting. It\n was not really a waste of time for him; with the organs he had left in", "But it seemed that the Probe Teams themselves might be betraying their\n existence to their enemies—\n\n\n \"Hatcher!\"", "Hatcher. Yours is not the only probe team working. The Central Masses\n team has just turned in a most alarming report.\"", "it did have females and he was certainly not that. Hatcher did not in\n any way look like a human being, but they had features in common.", "Suppose you call him \"Hatcher\" (and suppose you call it a \"him.\")\n Hatcher was not exactly male, because his race had no true males; but" ], [ "If Hatcher and McCray had somehow managed to strike up an acquaintance,\n they might have got along very well. Hatcher, like McCray, was an", "Hatcher, who was not human, did not possess truly human emotions; but\n he did feel amazement when he was amazed, and fear when there was", "McCray was beginning to feel more confident. It was astonishing how a\n little light made an impossible situation bearable, how quickly his\n courage flowed back when he could see again.", "him,\" he added, but that was surely unnecessary. Their job was to\n watch McCray, and they would do their job; and even more, not one of\n them could have looked away to save his life from the spectacle of", "Someone was watching Herrell McCray, with the clinical fascination\n of a biochemist observing the wigglings of paramecia in a new", "a creature as odd and, from their point of view, hideously alien as\n Herrell McCray.\nHatcher hurried through the halls of the great buried structure in", "Hatcher's principal task at this moment was to run the \"probe team\"\n which had McCray under observation, and he was more than a little", "McCray regarded it grimly. He went back in his memory with meticulous\n care. Had he not looked at, this very spot a matter of moments before?", "Before Stage Two began, or before Herrell McCray realized it had begun,\n he had an inspiration.", "McCray was hardly surprised at that; he had been close enough to shock\n himself. He tried to reassure her as he searched for a way out of the\n hall, but in the middle of a word her voice stopped.", "McCray caught it up and headed for the door. It felt good in his\n gauntlets, a rewarding weight; any weapon straightens the back of the", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nHis name was Herrell McCray and he was scared.", "seemed to be in pain; but it was not the pain that disturbed Hatcher,\n it was something far more immediate to his interests.", "it did have females and he was certainly not that. Hatcher did not in\n any way look like a human being, but they had features in common.", "And then, in a completely different mood, \"We may need him badly. We\n may be in the process of killing our first one now.\"\n\n\n \"Killing him, Hatcher?\"", "that caused him to regret the dangers in moving too fast toward\n communication. Not even Hatcher had quite got over the revolting\n physical differences between the Earthman and his own people. But", "Hatcher did not want him destroyed. It had been difficult enough\n getting him here.", "McCray could not see any part of his own body at all.\nII\n\n\n Someone else could.", "Probably it was only an illusion.\n\n\n But the room itself was hard fact. McCray swore violently and out loud.", "McCray took a deep breath and thought. Something was wrong. Either they\n didn't hear him, which meant the radio wasn't transmitting, or—no." ] ]

[ "What is true about the world these characters live in?", "What was Bradley imprisoned for?", "What seems to be the core idea behind the specialist segregation? ", "What seems to be O'Leary's internal dilemma as the story progresses?", "What might the story be trying to point out?", "Why is O'Leary and the Warden at odds?", "What is significant about the riot?", "Why was it advantageous to the prisoners to make noise constantly?", "In the end, what was it that O'Leary smelled throughout the story? " ]

[ [ "They all live under the impression they can only perform one job for their whole life. ", "People are segregated by career, and it's incredibly difficult for them to meet other groups and switch jobs. ", "People are segregated by career, and not allowed to mingle with other groups or switch jobs. ", "People have evolved to only be capable of one \"specialization\" through their lives. " ], [ "She tried to change her career. She didn't want to be in Civil Service anymore. ", "She didn't follow up on her cleaning duty. She didn't know she needed to \"mop up\".", "She is behaving inappropriately, and is being reprimanded for it. ", "She fell in love with someone outside of her specialization, which is illegal. " ], [ "To create a class system and with it a hierarchy. ", "To make humanity work at it's prime, with everyone working at maximum capacity. ", "To provide a means where people are at their happiest, working where they \"should.\" ", "People are uncappable of carrying out more than one job, and the specialist segregation allows them to focus on just one. " ], [ "He is having a hard time convincing himself of the laws that they all follow, and the validity of them. ", "He says to himself that he trusts in the specialization segregation, but he has thoughts that indicate otherwise. ", "The Warden isn't listening to him, and he's scared of overstepping his boundaries to point out the problem. ", "He knows that there is trouble, and he can smell it. He just can't pinpoint from where. " ], [ "A society of specialized people would be incredibly difficult to manage, and ultimately inefficient. ", "A society of specialized people would be incredibly difficult to manage, but worth it for the work that would get done. ", "People will always try to rebel against the system, no matter what form it's in. ", "It goes against human nature to try to segregate people, no matter how it's done. " ], [ "The Warden doesn't want to be aware of any problems, and so dismisses O'Leary's worries. ", "The Warden knows that O'Leary has thoughts of switching jobs. ", "O'Leary knows that something is wrong, but can't push the matter because it would go against their specializations. ", "The Warden is taking pills, and it's warping his judgement. O'Leary knows this. " ], [ "There are so few people involved, but because of the laws against interreacting with other specializations it's a huge issue. ", "It was so easily pulled off. It didn't take a lot of effort for it to be successful. ", "It's making nation wide news. ", "There are a lot of prisoners involved, and they needed to call upon a lot of departments to address it. " ], [ "It convinced the guards and others that they were crazy, and to leave them alone. ", "It intimidated new comers like Bradley. ", "It drew attention away from their escape plan. ", "It annoyed the guards, and made them go through their routes faster. " ], [ "Burning flesh, from Bradley sitting on the bench and hurting herself. ", "The riot. He picked up on the growing unrest, and it came to him as a smell. ", "The blue pills the Warden was taking, that were warping his perception and ultimately kept him from realizing the riot was brewing. ", "Burning flesh, from the shive being formed. It's the \"trouble\" he was detecting. " ] ]

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[ [ "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", "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", "it. There was no place anywhere that would be spared.\nNo mixing.\nThat\n was the prescription that kept the city-state alive. There's no harm in", "For the news touched them where their fears lay. Riot! And not merely\n a street brawl among roistering wipes, or a bar-room fight of greasers", "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", "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", "And the basis of this specialization society was: \"The aptitude groups\n are the true races of mankind.\" Putting it into law was only the legal\n enforcement of a demonstrable fact.", ".\n No responsibilities. No worries. Just an easy, slow routine of work and\n loaf, work and loaf.", "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", "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", "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.", "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", "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", "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", "that\n Sauer and Flock still had enough spirit to struggle against the vicious\n system—", "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 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.", "\"Ah, you wipes always got a pain in the gut.\" The guard lumbered around\n Flock to the draw-strings at the back of the jacket. Funny smell in", "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", "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" ], [ "Sue-Ann Bradley heard them before she reached the Greensleeves. She\n was in a detachment of three unfortunates like herself, convoyed by an", "Inmate Bradley seemed to be on the verge of tears. She said tautly: \"I\n don't care. I don't care!\"", "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—\"", "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", "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", "And her name, he saw, was Sue-Ann Bradley, Detainee No. WFA-656R.", "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", "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 warden lifted his head, glared, started feebly to speak, hesitated,\n and picked up the long-distance phone. He said sadly to the prison", "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", "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—\"", "was yet, but he would. That was his business. He was a captain of\n guards in Estates-General Correctional Institution—better known to", "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", "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.\"", "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?\"", "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—\"", "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", "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.", "Because five minutes before, he was in his cell, with the rest of the\n hard-timers of the Greensleeves." ], [ "But this was desirable, for the more specialists, the higher the degree\n of civilization. The ultimate should be the complete segregation", "And the basis of this specialization society was: \"The aptitude groups\n are the true races of mankind.\" Putting it into law was only the legal\n enforcement of a demonstrable fact.", "\"Excuse the expression, O'Leary,\" the warden said anxiously. \"I mean,\n after all, 'Specialization is the goal of civilization,' right?\" He was", "The direction of evolution is toward specialization and Man is no\n exception, but with the difference that his is the one species that", "of each specialization—social and genetic measures to make them\n breed true, because the unspecialized man is an uncivilized man,\n or at any rate he does not advance civilization. And letting the", "Civilization merely increased the extent of specialization. From\n the born mechanic and the man with the gift of gab, society evolved", "specializations mix would produce genetic undesirables: clerk-laborer\n or Professional-GI misfits, for example, being only half specialized,\n would be good at no specialization.", "to the point of smaller contact and less communication between the\n specializations, until now they could understand each other on only the\n most basic physical necessities—and not even always then.", "creates its own environment in which to specialize. From the moment\n that clans formed, specialization began—the hunters using the weapons\n made by the flint-chippers, the food cooked in clay pots made by the", "it. There was no place anywhere that would be spared.\nNo mixing.\nThat\n was the prescription that kept the city-state alive. There's no harm in", "\"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.\"", "\"You don't see what I mean, Warden. Lafon was a professional on the\n outside—an architect. Those laundry cons were laborers. Pros and wipes\n don't mix; it isn't natural. And there are other things.\"", "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", "job is\n just as important as everybody else's, right? But we have to stick to\n our own jobs. We don't want to try to\npass\n.\"", "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 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", "normal expressions of the freedom-loving citizen's rebellion against\n the vile and stifling system of Categoried Classes. It was\ngood\nthat", "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.", "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", "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" ], [ "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", "\"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.\"", "\"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.", "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 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", "himself a cup of steaming black coffee from a brewpot, reached in a\n desk drawer for something, hesitated, glanced at O'Leary, then dropped", "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.", "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.\"", "\"Evening.\"\nO'Leary noted, with the part of his mind that always noted those", "\"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,", ": \"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.", "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.\"", "\"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 hesitated, frowning. How could you explain to the warden that\n it didn't\nsmell\nright?", "And he snapped the connection.\n\n\n O'Leary said: \"Warden, I told you I smelled trouble!\"", "\"I smell trouble,\" said O'Leary to the warden.", "O'Leary snapped erect, abruptly angry. Pass! What the devil way was\n that for the warden to talk to him?", "\"Excuse the expression, O'Leary,\" the warden said anxiously. \"I mean,\n after all, 'Specialization is the goal of civilization,' right?\" He was", "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" ], [ "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", "\"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", "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", "He was nearly fainting with the pain.\n\n\n But he hadn't let go.\n\n\n He didn't let go. And he didn't stop.\nIV", "hurt. Unless the other screw makes trouble, you won't get hurt, so tell\n him not to, you hear?\"", "For the news touched them where their fears lay. Riot! And not merely\n a street brawl among roistering wipes, or a bar-room fight of greasers", "yours\n. You see?\" And he folded his hands and\n smiled like a civil-service Buddha.", "\"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.\"", "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", "\"Ah, you wipes always got a pain in the gut.\" The guard lumbered around\n Flock to the draw-strings at the back of the jacket. Funny smell in", "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.", "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.", "Sue-Ann froze, waiting to see what would happen. What actually did\n happen was that the guard reached up and closed the switch that", "up, sister!' And then, ten minutes later, she called the guards and\n told them I refused to mop.\"", "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", "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 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!", "use of a club? You can't hurt a wipe by hitting him on the head. You'd\n better come along to Supply with me and draw a gun—you'll need it\n before this night is over.\"", "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!\"" ], [ "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.\"", "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 snapped erect, abruptly angry. Pass! What the devil way was\n that for the warden to talk to him?", "\"I smell trouble,\" said O'Leary to the warden.", "\"O'Leary, you're a guard captain, right? And I'm your warden. You have", "And he snapped the connection.\n\n\n O'Leary said: \"Warden, I told you I smelled trouble!\"", "\"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 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 hesitated, frowning. How could you explain to the warden that\n it didn't\nsmell\nright?", "\"Excuse the expression, O'Leary,\" the warden said anxiously. \"I mean,\n after all, 'Specialization is the goal of civilization,' right?\" He was", "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.", "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", "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", ": \"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.", "O'Leary shook his head. \"Let her talk, Sodaro.\" It said in the\nCivil\n Service Guide to Prison Administration", "\"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.\"", "\"Evening, Cap'n.\" A bleary old inmate orderly stood up straight and\n touched his cap as O'Leary passed by.", "O'Leary stopped her. \"That's enough! Three days in Block O!\"", "\"Trouble? Trouble?\" Warden Schluckebier clutched his throat and his\n little round eyes looked terrified—as perhaps they should have. Warden" ], [ "Riot. And yet fewer than half a dozen men were involved.", "For the news touched them where their fears lay. Riot! And not merely\n a street brawl among roistering wipes, or a bar-room fight of greasers", "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.", "They caught the words from a distance—not quite correctly. \"Riot!\"\n gasped an aircraftswoman first-class, mother of three. \"The wipes! I", "relaxing from a hard day at the plant. The riot was down among the\n corrupt sludge that underlay the state itself. Wipes brawled with wipes", "operator: \"Get me the governor—fast.\"\nRiot!\nThe word spread out from the prison on seven-league boots.", "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", "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", "\"Let them in,\" the inside guard told him. \"The others are riled up\n already.\"", "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", "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", "\"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!", "whirling blades. \"Look at the mobs in Greaserville! The first breakout\n from the Jug's going to start a fight like you never saw and we'll be\n right in the middle of it!\"", "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 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.\"", "up, sister!' And then, ten minutes later, she called the guards and\n told them I refused to mop.\"", "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", "normal expressions of the freedom-loving citizen's rebellion against\n the vile and stifling system of Categoried Classes. It was\ngood\nthat", "\"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" ], [ "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", "\"Owoo-o-o,\" screamed Sauer from one end of the cell block and\n \"Yow-w-w!\" shrieked Flock at the other.", "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", "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.", "\"Rest period\" it was called—in the rule book. The inmates had a less\n lovely term for it.\nAt the guard's yell, the inmates jumped to their feet.", "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", "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.\"", "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,", "\"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!\"", "Sauer stopped yelling for a moment. \"Hey, Flock!\"\n\n\n \"What do you want, Sauer?\" called Flock from his own cell.", "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", "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!", "Across the hall, the guard was saying irritably: \"What the hell's\n the matter with you?\" He opened the door of the cell with an\n asbestos-handled key held in a canvas glove.", "\"Trouble? Trouble?\" Warden Schluckebier clutched his throat and his\n little round eyes looked terrified—as perhaps they should have. Warden", "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", "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?\"", "\"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", "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.", "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.", "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" ], [ "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", "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.", "And he snapped the connection.\n\n\n O'Leary said: \"Warden, I told you I smelled trouble!\"", "realized cloudily, it was a rather unusual smell. Something burning.\n Almost like meat scorching.", "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.", "\"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.", "O'Leary hesitated, frowning. How could you explain to the warden that\n it didn't\nsmell\nright?", "\"Evening.\"\nO'Leary noted, with the part of his mind that always noted those", "\"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.\"", "himself a cup of steaming black coffee from a brewpot, reached in a\n desk drawer for something, hesitated, glanced at O'Leary, then dropped", "It wasn't pleasant. He finished untying Flock and turned away; let the\n stinking wipe take care of his own troubles. He only had ten minutes to", "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.\"", "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", "here, he told himself—not for the first time. And imagine, some people\n didn't believe that wipes had a smell of their own! But this time, he", "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", "\"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 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.\"", "\"Evening, Cap'n.\" A bleary old inmate orderly stood up straight and\n touched his cap as O'Leary passed by.", "\"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.\"" ] ]

[ "Why does the Brain select Jery to hold the amnesty? ", "Why is it unexpectedly hard for the men to forge letters for the children?", "How does Jery's behavior change when he's wearing the uniform and amnesty?", "What is the hypothetical problem with the amnesty?", "Why was the Amnesty created?", "What clue did the water tanks and tubing give Jery?" ]

[ [ "To prevent someone like Baxter wielding and misusing it. ", "Because he's not really qualified, making him a wildcard. ", "Because of his ability to parse situations. ", "Because he will responsibly wield the amnesty. " ], [ "There is a huge amount of letters to write and families to keep up with. It's a lot of information", "They have to intentionally write poorly, which is proving to be difficult with the volume they have to write", "None of them are particularly good at writing letters, making it difficult for them", "It makes them too emotional, because it involves children. " ], [ "He's bolder, and he starts to misuse the authority it gives him", "He tries to remain the same and not let it get to his head ", "He's bolder, playing into the sense of power it gives him", "He's surprised by the authority it seems to give him" ], [ "It's too powerful for any one person to wield. ", "Those who wield the amnesty don't have to listen to the authority of of others", "It allows the bearer to do as they please with civilians ", "Should 2 people be chosen for it, it's be an impossible power struggle " ], [ "To solve the issue of any one person having too much power", "To avoid the need of consulting another person on an emergency ", "To circumvent bureaucracy that may otherwise get in the way of solving problem ", "To allow a person to be able to make decisions without questions asked in an emergency " ], [ "An idea of how and when the boys went missing - probably during the night ", "An idea of how much water was used during the trip ", "An idea of how and when the boys went missing - probably via the tanks", "An idea as to whether or not the other man was lying " ] ]

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[ [ "Baxter nodded. \"The Brain just picks the men. Then we tell the men the\n situation, hand over the Amnesty, and pray.\"", "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", "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", "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.\"", "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", "\"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.\"", "\"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", "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", "And well they might be. An Amnesty-bearer can suddenly decide a subject\n is not answering questions to his satisfaction and simply blast the", "course, was a person who could simply have all authority, in order to\n save the sometimes disastrous delays. So we came up with 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", "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", "I had a sudden thought. \"Say, what happens if two men are selected by\n the Brain? Who has authority over whom?\"", "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.\"", "\"The hell it is!\" Baxter snapped. \"Good grief, man, why'd you think the\n Amnesty was created in the first place?\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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....\"", "himself short. It didn't pay to be too curious about the aims of an\n Amnesty-bearer.", "I stared at him. \"Then, when I was here before, I was here solely to\n receive the Amnesty, is that it?\"", "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?\"" ], [ "have been sending those letters to the trusting mothers. It's been\n ghastly, Delvin. Hard on the men, terribly hard. Undotted\ni\n's,", "I came up in the chair, ramrod-straight. \"Their mothers—they've been\n getting letters and—\"\n\n\n \"Forgeries, Fakes. Counterfeits.\"", "He stared, then frowned, and thought hard. \"Yes, sir,\" he said,\n after a minute. \"Even twice that, with no trouble, but—\" He caught", "\"Chow time, sir. That's when you expect to have the little—to have\n the kids in your hair, sir. Everyone wants his rations first—You know", "\"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,", "Jack Sharkey decided to be a writer nineteen years ago, in the Fourth\n Grade, when he realized all at once that \"someone wrote all those", "\"You have my sympathy, son,\" Baxter said, not unkindly.\n\n\n \"Thank you, sir. It hasn't been easy.\"", "\"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", "\"No.\nMy\nmen are doing the work. Handpicked crews, day and night,", "\"They—they block my thinking, sir, that's all. Why, take that example\n I just mentioned. In plain writing, I caught the clinker in one-tenth", "I thought a second, then nodded. \"They've been having such a good time\n that the government extended their trip by—Why are you shaking your\n head that way, sir?\"", "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.\"", "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", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "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.\"", "\"You got me!\" I shrugged hopelessly.\n\n\n \"However, since we have nothing else to go on but the locale from which\n the children vanished, my suggestion would be to send you there.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"" ], [ "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", "\"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", "annoying party to atoms. It makes for straight responses. Of course,\n I was dressing the part, in a way. I wore the Amnesty suspended by a", "And well they might be. An Amnesty-bearer can suddenly decide a subject\n is not answering questions to his satisfaction and simply blast the", "Baxter nodded. \"The Brain just picks the men. Then we tell the men the\n situation, hand over the Amnesty, and pray.\"", "quite sinister. I'm under six feet, but I'm angular and wiry. Thus,\n in ominous black, with an Amnesty on my breast and a collapser in", "himself short. It didn't pay to be too curious about the aims of an\n Amnesty-bearer.", "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", "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", "\"The hell it is!\" Baxter snapped. \"Good grief, man, why'd you think the\n Amnesty was created in the first place?\"", "\"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....\"", "I looked at the Amnesty, then nodded. \"Kind of gets you, after awhile.\n To know that you are the most influential person in creation is to\n automatically act the part. A shame, in a way.\"", "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?\"", "thin golden chain from my neck, and for costume I wore a raven-black\n blouse and matching uniform trousers and boots. I must have looked", "I stared at him. \"Then, when I was here before, I was here solely to\n receive the Amnesty, is that it?\"", "\"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.", "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", "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.", "\"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", "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." ], [ "And well they might be. An Amnesty-bearer can suddenly decide a subject\n is not answering questions to his satisfaction and simply blast the", "course, was a person who could simply have all authority, in order to\n save the sometimes disastrous delays. So we came up with the Amnesty.\"", "\"The hell it is!\" Baxter snapped. \"Good grief, man, why'd you think the\n Amnesty was created in the first place?\"", "\"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", "I stared at him. \"Then, when I was here before, I was here solely to\n receive the Amnesty, is that it?\"", "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.", "is slanted in favor of World Government. So you have no idea how tough\n things were before the Amnesty came along. Ever hear of red tape?\"", "Baxter nodded. \"The Brain just picks the men. Then we tell the men the\n situation, hand over the Amnesty, and pray.\"", "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", "himself short. It didn't pay to be too curious about the aims of an\n Amnesty-bearer.", "I looked at the Amnesty, then nodded. \"Kind of gets you, after awhile.\n To know that you are the most influential person in creation is to\n automatically act the part. A shame, in a way.\"", "quite sinister. I'm under six feet, but I'm angular and wiry. Thus,\n in ominous black, with an Amnesty on my breast and a collapser in", "annoying party to atoms. It makes for straight responses. Of course,\n I was dressing the part, in a way. I wore the Amnesty suspended by a", "\"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.\"", "Baxter grimaced and shivered. \"Don't even think such a thing! Even\n your mentioning such a contingency gives me a small migraine. It'd be", "I thought a second, then nodded. \"They've been having such a good time\n that the government extended their trip by—Why are you shaking your\n head that way, sir?\"", "He stared, then frowned, and thought hard. \"Yes, sir,\" he said,\n after a minute. \"Even twice that, with no trouble, but—\" He caught", "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!\"", "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.\"", "I had a sudden thought. \"Say, what happens if two men are selected by\n the Brain? Who has authority over whom?\"" ], [ "\"The hell it is!\" Baxter snapped. \"Good grief, man, why'd you think the\n Amnesty was created in the first place?\"", "course, was a person who could simply have all authority, in order to\n save the sometimes disastrous delays. So we came up with the Amnesty.\"", "\"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", "I stared at him. \"Then, when I was here before, I was here solely to\n receive the Amnesty, is that it?\"", "is slanted in favor of World Government. So you have no idea how tough\n things were before the Amnesty came along. Ever hear of red tape?\"", "Baxter nodded. \"The Brain just picks the men. Then we tell the men the\n situation, hand over the Amnesty, and pray.\"", "And well they might be. An Amnesty-bearer can suddenly decide a subject\n is not answering questions to his satisfaction and simply blast the", "I looked at the Amnesty, then nodded. \"Kind of gets you, after awhile.\n To know that you are the most influential person in creation is to\n automatically act the part. A shame, in a way.\"", "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.", "himself short. It didn't pay to be too curious about the aims of an\n Amnesty-bearer.", "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", "Yes, parting. I was on my own. After all, with a Security disc—the\n Amnesty, they called it—such as I possessed, and a collapser, I could", "annoying party to atoms. It makes for straight responses. Of course,\n I was dressing the part, in a way. I wore the Amnesty suspended by a", "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.", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "I thought a second, then nodded. \"They've been having such a good time\n that the government extended their trip by—Why are you shaking your\n head that way, sir?\"", "quite sinister. I'm under six feet, but I'm angular and wiry. Thus,\n in ominous black, with an Amnesty on my breast and a collapser in", "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.\"" ], [ "\"Uh-huh.\" I paused and considered. \"I suppose the tubing for these\n tanks is all over the ship? In all the hollow bulkhead space, to take\n up the moisture fast?\"", "and any sweating I did—which was a hell of a lot, in this case—was a\n source of new water for the tanks.\"", "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", "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.\"", "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", "\"Have you checked the storage tanks?\" I asked. \"Or is the cast-off\n perspiration simply jetted into space?\"", "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", "looked them over anyhow. I carefully tugged back the canvas covering\n that fitted envelope-fashion over a foam rubber pad, and ran my finger\n over the surface of the pad. It came away just slightly gritty.", "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", "\"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.\"", "the galley into the troop section. It was a cramped cubicle housing a\n number of nylon-webbed foam rubber bunks. The bunks were empty, but I", "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.", "\"Check the tanks,\" I said.", "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.", "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,", "\"Well, sure, sir!\" said Anders. \"Otherwise, we'd all be swimming in our\n own sweat after a ten-hour trip across space!\"", "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?\"", "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—\"", "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.", "Baxter picked it up and swiftly scanned its surface. A look of dismay\n overrode his erstwhile genial features." ] ]

[ "What affliction is the narrator most likely suffering from?", "Who is getting William in trouble with his parents?", "How does the narrator respond to Brother Partridge's gift offering on Thanksgiving?", "What does Brother Partridge think after William shares his life story?", "What new discovery does William make at the end of the story?", "What does the theme of the story reveal about how society treats the mentally ill?" ]

[ [ "multiple personality disorder", "bipolar disorder", "antisocial personality disorder", "paranoid schizophrenia" ], [ "Brother Partridge", "William's twin", "William", "William's parents" ], [ "He believes the homeless people are stupid for falling for Brother Partridge's trick", "He believes Brother Partridge wants something from him in return for the Thanksgiving offering", "He believes Brother Partridge is attempting to poison him and the other homeless men", "He believes the homeless people are ridiculous for charging so desperately after the offering" ], [ "He believes William is being punished for his former sins", "He believes William is a criminal", "He believes William is going to murder him", "He believes William is the second coming" ], [ "He is experiencing auditory hallucinations", "He is reliving the same traumatic experience each day", "The man he murdered was actually his father", "The man he thought he murdered never died" ], [ "There is insufficient social infrastructure to identify and care for those living with severe mental illnesses", "The Christian church has too much unqualified involvement in treatment of those living with severe mental illnesses", "Those living with severe mental illnesses are more likely to be abused by social institutions like schools, hospitals, and law enforcement", "More studies need to be conducted to learn how to best care for people living with severe mental illnesses" ] ]

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[ [ "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.", "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", "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.", "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", "\"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?\"", "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", "\"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?\"", "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", "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", "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", "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.", "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.", "almost\n—reminded of Job. William, you are\n being punished for some great sin. Of that, I'm sure.\"", "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", "\"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.\"", "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", "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", "I nearly panicked, but I held myself in the seat and forced myself\n to be rational about it. My own voice was always saying things\neverybody", "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." ], [ "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.\"", "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", "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", "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.", "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 Hagle.\" No sense lying. I had been booked and printed before.", "room and told me to sit still until he came back. It wasn't so bad a\n punishment, except that when Dad closed the door, the light turned off\n and I was left there in the dark.", "Dad was a compact man, small eyes, small mouth, tight clothes. He was\n narrow but not mean. For punishment, he locked me in a windowless", "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.", "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.\"", "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", "his hot little fist, he can't get his hand out. He's too greedy to let\n go, so he stays there, caught as securely as if he were caged.", "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", "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.", "\"Brothers,\" Partridge went on after enjoying the interruption with a\n beaming smile, \"you shall all be entitled to a bowl of turkey soup", "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" ], [ "\"This,\" Brother Partridge said, \"is one of the most profound\n experiences of my life.\"", "\"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've got something better than a conscience,\" I told him.\nBrother Partridge regarded me solemnly. \"There must be something", "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", "eagle beak toward us. \"Brothers, this being Thanksgiving, I pray the\n good Lord that we all are truly thankful for all that we have received.\n Amen.\"", "\"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.\"", "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.", "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.", "the things I wanted.\nIt was two or three years later that I skulked into Brother Partridge's\n mission on Durbin Street.", "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.", "when I got out of the reformatory and the one when I tried to steal\n Brother Partridge's money, I killed a man.", "\"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.", "\"I believe you,\" Partridge said, surprised at himself.", "Some skin-and-bones character I didn't know struggled out of his seat,\n amening. I could see he had a lot to be thankful for—somewhere he had\n received a fix.", "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.", "prepared by Sister Partridge, a generous supply of sweet rolls and\n dinner rolls contributed by the Early Morning Bakery of this city,\n and all the coffee you can drink. Let us march out to", "\"Remarkable,\" Partridge finally said when I got so hoarse I had to take\n a break. \"One is almost—\nalmost", "\"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.\"", "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" ], [ "\"This,\" Brother Partridge said, \"is one of the most profound\n experiences of my life.\"", "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.\"", "\"I've got something better than a conscience,\" I told him.\nBrother Partridge regarded me solemnly. \"There must be something", "\"I believe you,\" Partridge said, surprised at himself.", "\"Brothers,\" Partridge went on after enjoying the interruption with a\n beaming smile, \"you shall all be entitled to a bowl of turkey soup", "when I got out of the reformatory and the one when I tried to steal\n Brother Partridge's money, I killed a man.", "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.", "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 things I wanted.\nIt was two or three years later that I skulked into Brother Partridge's\n mission on Durbin Street.", "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.", "almost\n—reminded of Job. William, you are\n being punished for some great sin. Of that, I'm sure.\"", "\"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!\"", "As long as it stalled off the cops, I'd talk to Partridge.", "\"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—\"", "happened that day.\nSearching myself after I left Brother Partridge, I finally found a\n strip of gray adhesive tape on my side, out of the fuzzy area. Making", "\"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.\"", "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.", "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." ], [ "\"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—\"", "\"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.\"", "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.", "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.", "Then I found the bill. A neatly folded bill in the box. Somehow I knew\n all along it would be there.", "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", "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.", "Yes, it felt new, crisp. It had to be a hundred. A single would be\n creased or worn.\n\n\n I pulled my hand out of the box. I\ntried\nto pull my hand out of the\n box.", "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", "\"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.", "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", "life. Always before it had been all pantomime, like Charlie Chaplin.\n Now I heard the sounds of it all.", "time, a Western Union clock high up at the back of the hall. Just as\n I seen it for the first time, the electricity wound the spring motor\n inside like a chicken having its neck wrung.", "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", "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.", "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.", "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" ], [ "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.", "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", "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.", "My mother hated me. I loved her, of course. I remember her smell mixed\n up with flowers and cookies and winter fires. I remember she hugged me", "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.", "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", "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.", "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", "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", "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", "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", "\"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.\"", "They say it's a bad sign when you start hearing voices.", "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.", "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", "When I was expelled from reform school, I left with just one idea in\n mind—to get all the money I could ever use for the things I needed and", "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", "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" ] ]

[ "According to the film reviewer, Thin Red Line has succeeded in all of the following EXCEPT:", "According to the film reviewer, what tone does Malick use to narrate \"Thin Red Line\"?", "According to the film reviewer, which of the following actors emerges as the central character? ", "The film reviewer gives all of the following reasons for the negative critique of \"Thin Red Line\" EXCEPT:", "According to the film reviewer, what is the central irony of Malick's directorial performance? Convincing at chaos but gummed up when he ruminates on order", "According to the film reviewer, what prevents Schlichtmann from winning the case in \"A Civil Action\"?", "What, according to the film reviewer, is Zaillian's strength in \"A Civil Action\"?", "What is the film reviewer's main critique of Zaillian's performance?", "According to the film reviewer, what was the result of the court case in \"A Civil Action\"?" ]

[ [ "Overwhelming viewers with bloodshed and prattle", "Not living up to its pre-release date hype", "Creating one of film's most notorious villains", "Maintaining an unnecessarily long-winded tone" ], [ "frantic", "egomaniacal", "obtuse", "portentous" ], [ "Sergeant Welsh", "Private Witt", "Lieutenant Colonel Tall", "None of the above" ], [ "Cacophonous sound blending", "Lengthy, inconsequential battle scenes", "Similarity to Billy Budd bordering plagiarism", "Overuse of existential questions" ], [ "His desire to stand out from directors in the war genre ultimately fails, as \"Thin Red Line\" adheres too closely to similar war epics", "His depiction of disarray is believable, but when it comes to portrayal of the mundane, his narration is occluded", "He relies (overwhelmingly) on questioning in the dialogue of the script, yet the questions are ultimately never answered", "His overly visceral battle scenes ultimately fail to evoke strong emotions from his audience" ], [ "Facher is more qualified while Schlichtmann fumbles the testimony", "Facher keeps Schlichtmann preoccupied with distractions", "Schlichtmann betrays the confidence of his clients", "Schlichtmann relies too heavily on a piece of evidence that is never allowed to be presented in court" ], [ "Staying true to the real story's timeline", "Dramatic monologues", "Intercutting cinematography", "Casting excellent actors and actresses" ], [ "He takes too many liberties that cause the film to deviate from the real-life outcome of the court case", "Viewers can easily anticipate the conclusion of each scene in the film", "He relies too much on director/mentor figures within the same style", "He makes the same mistakes as Schlichtmann in getting distracted by unimportant details" ], [ "Facher lost the court case because he did not take Schlichtmann as a serious opponent, and ultimately overlooked a key piece of evidence", "Facher manipulated his way to winning the court case by bribing the parents of the children who died from consuming the carcinogenic water supply", "Schlichtmann lost the court case by attempting to extend the crimes of Beatrice & W.R. Grace to the crimes of the court system", "Schlichtmann won the court case, but bankrupted himself and his law firm in pursuit of justice that couldn't bring his clients what they really wanted -- the lives of their children back" ] ]

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[ [ "The Thin Red Line has a curious sound-scape, as", "war epic The Thin Red Line , Terrence Malick's return", "dialogue between Welsh and Witt, The Thin Red Line 's", "mind.\" I think I'd have an easier time with Malick's", "more than literal horrors, and Malick obliges by making his", "in movies.) Elsewhere, Zaillian takes a more surface approach,", "critics and audiences as fully as the powerful, rambling war", "matter. Malick throws out his overarching theme--is nature two-sided,", "Colors (1998) had one positive result: It gave him", "is ultimately sent packing, and Malick never bothers to trace", "in the last several centuries. For all his visionary filmmaking,", "the book the movie is based on, went beyond the", "Stanley Cavell, the philosopher and film theorist, and checked out", "It dramatizes and comments simultaneously. Plus, it gives Duvall a", "effect don't really interest Malick. Individual acts of conscience can", "it with anything approaching the clarity of, say, Brian De", "back. Like Saving Private Ryan , the picture wallops you", "of one big soul. If the movie has a spine,", "yellow grass that has swallowed their bodies. John Toll's camera", "a certified intellectual and the Pynchonesque figure who directed Badlands" ], [ "The Thin Red Line has a curious sound-scape, as", "mind.\" I think I'd have an easier time with Malick's", "war epic The Thin Red Line , Terrence Malick's return", "more than literal horrors, and Malick obliges by making his", "dialogue between Welsh and Witt, The Thin Red Line 's", "matter. Malick throws out his overarching theme--is nature two-sided,", "They're central to Malick's vision of the story, however,", "While he was at Harvard, Malick might have peeled himself", "is ultimately sent packing, and Malick never bothers to trace", "effect don't really interest Malick. 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[ "How does Taphetta's initial response to Halden's evidence represent a greater dynamic between species?", "What is ironic about Taphetta's contempt for mating among species?", "What is the governing principle that classifies the characters in the story?", "In the story, it is stated that \"the integrity of the Ribboneers was not to be questioned\" -- what potentially negative implications might this have?", "What is both a gift and curse of humanity?", "What most attracts Meredith to Halden?", "Within the setting of the story, what makes one character more attractive than the other?", "The scene depicting the two pests interacting is symbolic of: ", "What most attracts Halden to Meredith?" ]

[ [ "Like Taphetta, ribboneers are highly aware of their superior intellectual status, and are skeptical when presented with 'lower level' information", "Like Taphetta, ribboneers possess lower reasoning capacities than humans, and are insecure when presented with 'higher level' information", "Like Taphetta, ribboneers are the most brilliant species, and are initially defensive when presented with information that contradicts what they believe to be true", "Like Taphetta, ribboneers are the quickest species to evolve, and are enthusiastic when presented with information that could further their advancement" ], [ "Taphetta can only survive if they mate with another species", "Taphetta is actually jealous about other species' ability to intermix", "Taphetta is likely a result of mating among species", "Taphetta is biologically unable to mate with other species " ], [ "ancestral bloodline", "physical biology", "galactic prevalence", "intellectual status" ], [ "The Ribboneers could use evidence from the adjacent mating principle to eradicate 'lower-level' species", "The Ribboneers could be held responsible for solving problems that even they are not qualified to resolve", "The Ribboneers could use evidence from the adjacent mating principle to further advance their own species", "The Ribboneers could wield their reputation in order to lie, manipulate, and accumulate more power" ], [ "They are intellectually superior, but unable to mate with other species (and therefore grow their population) due to galactic mating laws", "They are biologically superior, but their restrictive mating abilities prevent them from growing their population as fast as other species", "They have a tendency to unify against a potential threat, but are unaware of how they could overtake other species through strength in unification", "They have a tendency to fall in love easily, which is difficult to manage when they become attracted to 'higher-level' species, who are off limits" ], [ "His compassion", "His physical appearance", "His intellect", "His savageness" ], [ "Having a pure genetic line", "Reasoning capacities", "Evolutionary status", "Lineage to the big ancestor" ], [ "The potential danger that could result if intermixing becomes prevalent and social stratification becomes impossible", "The reality that 'playing dead' is the best strategy for managing other threatening species who use more overt power to retain superiority ", "The lengths all species will go to in order to surpass one another or protect their own status", "Taphetta's actualized fear that humans will use germ plasm to become biologically superior to his race" ], [ "Her bold and outspoken communication among 'higher-level' species", "Her shared desire to be associated with a 'higher-level' species", "Her long, slender legs and biologically superior appearance", "Her blatant disregard for rules that govern intermixing among species" ] ]

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[ [ "\"It is impressive,\" admitted Taphetta. \"But I find it mildly\n distasteful to consider mating with someone who does not belong to my\n species.\"", "It would do no good to explain that Taphetta wasn't a worm, that his\n evolution had taken a different course, but that he was in no sense", "Taphetta was wrong; there had been no intention of withholding\n anything. Halden examined his own attitudes.\nHe", "Taphetta rattled the head fronds together in a surprisingly good\n imitation of speech. \"Yes, I've heard the legend.\"", "\"That's because you're unique,\" said Halden. \"Outside of your own\n world, there's nothing like your species, except superficially, and", "Taphetta sat in a chair designed for humans. With a less flexible body,\n he wouldn't have fitted. Maybe it wasn't sitting, but his flat legs", "Halden shrugged. \"They may or may not be smarter than planetbound\n animals, but they're warier. They don't come out when anyone's near.\"", "\"And so, to account for the unique race that can interbreed across\n thousands of light-years, you've brought in the big ancestor,\"\n commented Taphetta dryly. \"It seems an unnecessary simplification.\"", "\"I thought so,\" said Taphetta. \"I never paid much attention to your\n fantastic theories before I signed to pilot this ship, but you've built", "\"I can't think of a better explanation.\" Taphetta rearranged his\n ribbons. \"Frankly, no one else is much interested in Man's theories\n about himself.\"", "\"Good.\" Taphetta crinkled. \"Send it to the ship; they'll forward it\n for me. And you can tell the ship to go on without me.\" He rubbed his", "aloof. The unknown ancestor again. Who else had such an origin and, it\n was tacitly assumed, such a destiny?\nTaphetta changed his questioning. \"What do you expect to gain from this", "\"You can read it if you want,\" offered Taphetta. \"But it will take\n you all day—it's micro-printing. However, you needn't be afraid that", "\"I don't question your authority,\" crinkled Taphetta. \"To me, all\n humans—late or early and male or female—look remarkably alike. If you", "\"It's more than a legend,\" said Sam Halden, biologist. The reaction was\n not unexpected—non-humans tended to dismiss the data as convenient", "Halden shrugged. \"We've got to have better air. It might work.\"\n\n\n \"Pests on the ship? It's filthy! My people would never tolerate it!\"", "Halden nodded. \"Agreed. They couldn't find a suitable planet. So,\n working directly with their germ plasm, they modified themselves and\n produced us. They\nwere\nmaster biologists.\"", "Taphetta rustled. \"The math is accurate?\"\n\n\n \"As accurate as it can be with a million-plus body problem.\"", "\"Can't. This is as good as I can get it. Taphetta thought you could do\n something about it.\"", "That was what Taphetta had been afraid of—there was one kind of\n technical advancement that multiplied unceasingly. The race that could" ], [ "\"It is impressive,\" admitted Taphetta. \"But I find it mildly\n distasteful to consider mating with someone who does not belong to my\n species.\"", "It would do no good to explain that Taphetta wasn't a worm, that his\n evolution had taken a different course, but that he was in no sense", "\"And so, to account for the unique race that can interbreed across\n thousands of light-years, you've brought in the big ancestor,\"\n commented Taphetta dryly. \"It seems an unnecessary simplification.\"", "\"I can't think of a better explanation.\" Taphetta rearranged his\n ribbons. \"Frankly, no one else is much interested in Man's theories\n about himself.\"", "Taphetta sat in a chair designed for humans. With a less flexible body,\n he wouldn't have fitted. Maybe it wasn't sitting, but his flat legs", "Taphetta rattled the head fronds together in a surprisingly good\n imitation of speech. \"Yes, I've heard the legend.\"", "aloof. The unknown ancestor again. Who else had such an origin and, it\n was tacitly assumed, such a destiny?\nTaphetta changed his questioning. \"What do you expect to gain from this", "Meredith and a similar though lesser chance that her fertility may\n extend to Kelburn.\"\nTaphetta rustled his speech ribbons quizzically. \"But I thought it was", "\"The adjacency mating principle. I've never seen it demonstrated,\"\n murmured Taphetta, flexing his ribbons. \"Is that the only era that\n satisfies the calculations?\"", "\"I don't question your authority,\" crinkled Taphetta. \"To me, all\n humans—late or early and male or female—look remarkably alike. If you", "eyes off Meredith, though, since he was a notch or so above her in the\n mating scale, he shouldn't have been so interested. But his planet had", "\"That's what I don't like,\" said Taphetta, curling. \"Let me think it", "\"This special planet sounds strange,\" murmured Taphetta.", "That was what Taphetta had been afraid of—there was one kind of\n technical advancement that multiplied unceasingly. The race that could", "\"I thought so,\" said Taphetta. \"I never paid much attention to your\n fantastic theories before I signed to pilot this ship, but you've built", "The racial disparity was great and she had provoked him, but it was not\n completely her fault. Besides....\n\n\n Besides what? She had a beautiful body that could bear superior\n children—and they might be his.", "\"You can read it if you want,\" offered Taphetta. \"But it will take\n you all day—it's micro-printing. However, you needn't be afraid that", "\"Good.\" Taphetta crinkled. \"Send it to the ship; they'll forward it\n for me. And you can tell the ship to go on without me.\" He rubbed his", "race an inferiority complex—but then he tried to climb it!\nIn repose, Taphetta the Ribboneer resembled a fancy giant bow on a", "\"Can't. This is as good as I can get it. Taphetta thought you could do\n something about it.\"" ], [ "that's true of all other creatures, intelligent or not, with the sole\n exception of mankind. Actually, the four of us here, though it's\n accidental, very nearly represent the biological spectrum of human", "\"I don't question your authority,\" crinkled Taphetta. \"To me, all\n humans—late or early and male or female—look remarkably alike. If you", "The conflict was not new nor confined to them. In one form or another,\n it governed personal relations between races that were united against\n non-humans, but held sharp distinctions themselves.", "long and well shaped and her face was somewhat bland and featureless,\n except for a thin, straight, short nose. It was her eyes that made\n the difference, he decided. A notch or two up the scale of visual", "The small one stood still till the last instant—and then a paw\n flickered out and an inch-long knife blade plunged into the throat of", "Emmer's side. Meredith, linguist, is on the other side of the middle.\n And beyond her, toward the far end, is Kelburn, mathematician. There's", "package. His four flat legs looped out and in, the ends tucked under\n his wide, thin body, which constituted the knot at the middle. His neck", "\"To everybody else, too, but the tapeworm hasn't got lungs. He breathes\n through a million tubes scattered over his body.\"", "\"To the individual, they are, but it won't matter if you discover as\n much as you think you will. The difference is this:\nMy\nterms don't\n permit you to withhold any discovery for the benefit of one race.\"", "\"That's because you're unique,\" said Halden. \"Outside of your own\n world, there's nothing like your species, except superficially, and", "differences, biological and in the scale of intelligence, it wasn't\n as great as once was thought. Anyway, non-humans weren't trained in\n the fine distinctions that men made among themselves. And, higher or", "atomic—because they were human. That was sometimes a frightening thing\n for non-humans, that the race stuck together. They weren't actually\n aggressive, but their total number was great and they held themselves", "He twisted away. With those thoughts, he was as bad as she was. Were\n they all that way, every one of them, crawling upward out of the slime", "It was easy to understand the attitude. Man was the most numerous\n though not always the most advanced—Ribboneers had a civilization as", "\"I do think I love you,\" she said. \"And if love's enough, I may marry\n you in spite of everything. But you'll have to watch out whose children\n I have.\" She wriggled into his arms.", "\"I can't think of a better explanation.\" Taphetta rearranged his\n ribbons. \"Frankly, no one else is much interested in Man's theories\n about himself.\"", "It would do no good to explain that Taphetta wasn't a worm, that his\n evolution had taken a different course, but that he was in no sense", "The racial disparity was great and she had provoked him, but it was not\n completely her fault. Besides....\n\n\n Besides what? She had a beautiful body that could bear superior\n children—and they might be his.", "late species. It's well known that individuals among my people are\n often as bright as any of Halden's or Meredith's, but as a whole we", "systems on which humans existed prior to space travel, we get a certain\n pattern. Kelburn can explain it to you.\"" ], [ "There was no choice if they wanted him, and they did. Besides, the\n integrity of Ribboneers was not to be questioned. Halden signed.", "\"But I think we have a better one than they did,\" said the Ribboneer.\n \"There may be things we can learn from them in mechanics or physics,\n but wouldn't you say they were better biologists than anything else?\"", "The normally pink body of the Ribboneer flushed slightly. The color\n change was almost imperceptible, but it was enough to indicate that he\n was interested.", "It was easy to understand the attitude. Man was the most numerous\n though not always the most advanced—Ribboneers had a civilization as", "bothering him vaguely. \"What's the difference between the Ribboneer\n contract and the one we offered you? Our terms are more liberal.\"", "\"Of course,\" rustled the Ribboneer. \"But a lot of money and equipment\n was required for this expedition. I can't believe that the educational\n institutions that are backing you did so purely out of intellectual\n curiosity.\"", "\"It seems I must decide quickly.\" The Ribboneer glanced out the\n visionport, where another ship hung motionless in space beside them.\n \"Do you mind if I ask other questions?\"", "\"Neither do we.\"\n\n\n The Ribboneer's distaste subsided. \"What kind of creatures are they?\"", "Still, Taphetta the Ribboneer was an experienced pilot and could be\n very useful. A clear statement of their position was essential in", "we're heading for, while mapped, is largely unknown. We'd prefer to\n have an expert—and Ribboneers are famous for their navigational\n ability.\"", "\"I can't think of a better explanation.\" Taphetta rearranged his\n ribbons. \"Frankly, no one else is much interested in Man's theories\n about himself.\"", "improve itself through scientific control of its germ plasm had a start\n that could never be headed. The Ribboneer needn't worry now.", "The Ribboneer shifted his attention. \"Aside from the sudden illness of\n your pilot, why did you ask for me?\"", "race an inferiority complex—but then he tried to climb it!\nIn repose, Taphetta the Ribboneer resembled a fancy giant bow on a", "\"I don't question your authority,\" crinkled Taphetta. \"To me, all\n humans—late or early and male or female—look remarkably alike. If you", "Sam Halden coughed. \"The usual, plus a little extra. We've copied the\n Ribboneer's standard nature, simplifying it a little and adding a per", "\"The adjacency mating principle. I've never seen it demonstrated,\"\n murmured Taphetta, flexing his ribbons. \"Is that the only era that\n satisfies the calculations?\"", "\"That's part of our precautions. They'll never know until they try—and\n they'll never get away from the trap to try.\"", "It would do no good to explain that Taphetta wasn't a worm, that his\n evolution had taken a different course, but that he was in no sense", "up a convincing case.\" He raised his head, speech ribbons curling\n fractionally and ceaselessly. \"I don't like to, but we'll have to risk\n using bait for your pest.\"" ], [ "\"It's almost a curse, isn't it?\" She laughed and took the curse away by\n leaning provocatively against him. \"But barbaric lovers are often nice.\"", "that's true of all other creatures, intelligent or not, with the sole\n exception of mankind. Actually, the four of us here, though it's\n accidental, very nearly represent the biological spectrum of human", "don't have the total capacity that later Man does, and yet we're as\n advanced in civilization. The difference? It must lie somewhere in the\n planets we live on and it's hard to say just what it is.\"", "over while I ask questions.\" He turned to Emmer. \"I'm curious about\n humans. Is there anything else you can tell me about the hypothetical\n ancestor?\"", "advanced and when they learned that, they may have altered their germ\n plasm and left us, hoping that some of us would survive. Most of us\n did.\"", "\"That's because you're unique,\" said Halden. \"Outside of your own\n world, there's nothing like your species, except superficially, and", "\"Cultural discoveries,\" rumbled Emmer. \"How did our ancestors live?\n When a creature is greatly reduced in size, as we are, more than", "up a convincing case.\" He raised his head, speech ribbons curling\n fractionally and ceaselessly. \"I don't like to, but we'll have to risk\n using bait for your pest.\"", "\"I don't question your authority,\" crinkled Taphetta. \"To me, all\n humans—late or early and male or female—look remarkably alike. If you", "less complex than Man. It was a paradox that some biologically higher\n humans hadn't developed as much as lower races and actually weren't", "\"I don't think I will, though. We might have children.\"\n\n\n \"Would it be wrong?\" he asked. \"I'm as intelligent as you. We wouldn't\n have subhuman monsters.\"", "\"He wouldn't, but he'd give you children if you were humble enough.\n There's a fifty per cent chance you might conceive.\"", "the physical, to make use of her body so as to gain an advantage—what\n advantage?—for the children she intended to have. Outside of that,\n nothing mattered, and for the sake of alloying the lower with the", "He twisted away. With those thoughts, he was as bad as she was. Were\n they all that way, every one of them, crawling upward out of the slime", "physiology is changed—the pattern of life itself is altered. Things\n that were easy for them are impossible for us. Look at their life span.\"", "\"Who knows? Their mental processes were certainly far different from\n ours. They may have thought we'd be better off without it. We do know", "development.\n\"Emmer, a Neanderthal type and our archeologist, is around the\n beginning of the scale. I'm from Earth, near the middle, though on", "differences, biological and in the scale of intelligence, it wasn't\n as great as once was thought. Anyway, non-humans weren't trained in\n the fine distinctions that men made among themselves. And, higher or", "\"Something had to distribute one species so widely and it's not the\n result of parallel evolution—not when a hundred human races are\n involved, and\nonly\nthe human race.\"", "\"To the individual, they are, but it won't matter if you discover as\n much as you think you will. The difference is this:\nMy\nterms don't\n permit you to withhold any discovery for the benefit of one race.\"" ], [ "\"Very good. I never thought of that,\" said Meredith, coming closer. \"I\n like the way your primitive mind works. At times I actually think of\n marrying you.\"", "eyes off Meredith, though, since he was a notch or so above her in the\n mating scale, he shouldn't have been so interested. But his planet had", "It was Halden who answered him. \"There's the satisfaction of knowing\n where we came from.\"", "\"Love,\" she said gloomily. \"Physical attraction. But I can't let it\n lead me astray.\"", "\"I'll come along and help,\" said Meredith, untwining her legs and\n leaning against him. \"Your mistress ought to have some sort of\n privileges.\"", "Halden flushed; the sarcasm wasn't necessary. It was true that Kelburn\n was the most advanced human type present, but while there were", "complains.\"\nHalden took a deep breath. \"Seems all right to me.\"", "It was true; no one asked a member of a higher race to enter a\n permanent union.\n\n\n \"Why did you ever have anything to do with me?\" demanded Halden.", "helping him make up his mind. \"You've heard of the adjacency mating\n principle?\" asked Sam Halden.", "long and well shaped and her face was somewhat bland and featureless,\n except for a thin, straight, short nose. It was her eyes that made\n the difference, he decided. A notch or two up the scale of visual", "\"I do think I love you,\" she said. \"And if love's enough, I may marry\n you in spite of everything. But you'll have to watch out whose children\n I have.\" She wriggled into his arms.", "The racial disparity was great and she had provoked him, but it was not\n completely her fault. Besides....\n\n\n Besides what? She had a beautiful body that could bear superior\n children—and they might be his.", "Meredith and a similar though lesser chance that her fertility may\n extend to Kelburn.\"\nTaphetta rustled his speech ribbons quizzically. \"But I thought it was", "They glanced at one another as Halden took it.", "\"If he asks for cleaner air, it's because his system needs it,\" said\n Halden. \"Do anything you can to give it to him.\"", "\"It's almost a curse, isn't it?\" She laughed and took the curse away by\n leaning provocatively against him. \"But barbaric lovers are often nice.\"", "He scowled miserably at her. Her face was almost plain and the bandage,\n invisible or not, didn't improve her appearance any. How could he still\n feel that attraction to her?", "\"More than a man?\" Firmon leered at Meredith and, when she failed\n to smile, added plaintively, \"I did try to change it, but he still", "\"That's because you're unique,\" said Halden. \"Outside of your own\n world, there's nothing like your species, except superficially, and", "the physical, to make use of her body so as to gain an advantage—what\n advantage?—for the children she intended to have. Outside of that,\n nothing mattered, and for the sake of alloying the lower with the" ], [ "long and well shaped and her face was somewhat bland and featureless,\n except for a thin, straight, short nose. It was her eyes that made\n the difference, he decided. A notch or two up the scale of visual", "eyes off Meredith, though, since he was a notch or so above her in the\n mating scale, he shouldn't have been so interested. But his planet had", "\"It's almost a curse, isn't it?\" She laughed and took the curse away by\n leaning provocatively against him. \"But barbaric lovers are often nice.\"", "\"Love,\" she said gloomily. \"Physical attraction. But I can't let it\n lead me astray.\"", "The racial disparity was great and she had provoked him, but it was not\n completely her fault. Besides....\n\n\n Besides what? She had a beautiful body that could bear superior\n children—and they might be his.", "He scowled miserably at her. Her face was almost plain and the bandage,\n invisible or not, didn't improve her appearance any. How could he still\n feel that attraction to her?", "\"I do think I love you,\" she said. \"And if love's enough, I may marry\n you in spite of everything. But you'll have to watch out whose children\n I have.\" She wriggled into his arms.", "The normally pink body of the Ribboneer flushed slightly. The color\n change was almost imperceptible, but it was enough to indicate that he\n was interested.", "\"Try Emmer,\" he suggested tiredly. \"He'll find you irresistible, and\n he's even more savage than I am.\"", "long and beautiful a woman's legs could be. Her people had never given\n much thought to physical modesty and, with legs like that, it was easy\n to see why.", "She sat down, smiling. Was she pretty? Maybe. For her own race, she\n wasn't tall, only by Terran standards. Her legs were disproportionately", "She provocatively arched her back. Not even the women of Kelburn's race\n had a body like hers and she knew it.", "the physical, to make use of her body so as to gain an advantage—what\n advantage?—for the children she intended to have. Outside of that,\n nothing mattered, and for the sake of alloying the lower with the", "\"Is he?\" She smiled enigmatically. \"Maybe, in a biological sense. Too\n much, though. You're just right.\"", "She got up and came to him. She nuzzled against him and his reaction\n was purely reflexive. His hand swung out and he could feel the flesh\n give when his knuckles struck it.", "\"Very good. I never thought of that,\" said Meredith, coming closer. \"I\n like the way your primitive mind works. At times I actually think of\n marrying you.\"", "She fell back and dazedly covered her face with her hand. When she took\n it away, blood spurted. She groped toward the mirror and stood in front\n of it. She wiped the blood off, examining her features carefully.", "\"Careful of the nose,\" she said, pressing against him. \"You've already\n broken it once.\"\n\n\n He kissed her with sudden passion that even he knew was primitive.", "She pushed her nose back into place and waggled it to make sure. She\n closed her eyes and stood silent and motionless. Then she stepped back\n and looked at herself critically.", "\"It is impressive,\" admitted Taphetta. \"But I find it mildly\n distasteful to consider mating with someone who does not belong to my\n species.\"" ], [ "\"I have a description, though I've never seen one. It's a small\n four-legged animal with two antennae at the lower base of its skull. A\n typical pest.\"", "up a convincing case.\" He raised his head, speech ribbons curling\n fractionally and ceaselessly. \"I don't like to, but we'll have to risk\n using bait for your pest.\"", "\"It's an animal,\" said Firmon. \"We tried poison and got a few, but now\n they won't touch the stuff. I had electronics rig up some traps. The", "\"They're little things.\" Firmon held out his hands to show how small.\n \"I don't know how they got on, but once they did, there were plenty of", "The small one stood still till the last instant—and then a paw\n flickered out and an inch-long knife blade plunged into the throat of", "\"Did we? I didn't notice.\" Meredith leaned back. \"Were the puppets\n exactly like the pests? And if not, will the pests be fooled?\"", "\"I'd say that, yes. It must be a fairly intelligent creature to be\n so hard to get rid of. But it can be lured into traps, if the bait's\n strong enough.\"", "retreated, skittering nervously. Without warning, the big one leaped\n and the small one tried to flee. In a few jumps, the big one caught up", "Suddenly it whirled. Behind it and hitherto unnoticed was another\n shape, like it but larger. The newcomer inched forward. The small one", "noise as it fell. It seemed to revive, shaking itself and scurrying\n away, still within range of the screen.", "He twisted away. With those thoughts, he was as bad as she was. Were\n they all that way, every one of them, crawling upward out of the slime", "and mauled the other unmercifully.\nIt continued to bite even after the little one lay still. At last it\n backed off and waited, watching for signs of motion. There was none.", "The small creature removed the knife and wiped it on the pelt of its\n foe. Then it scampered back to the platform on which the knife had been\n found—", "Halden shrugged. \"We've got to have better air. It might work.\"\n\n\n \"Pests on the ship? It's filthy! My people would never tolerate it!\"", "It would do no good to explain that Taphetta wasn't a worm, that his\n evolution had taken a different course, but that he was in no sense", "At first, nothing happened on the big screen, and then a gray shape\n crept out. It slid through leaves, listened intently before coming", "possibilities. Either way, it mutated, became a different animal. It's\n developed a tolerance for the poisons we spray on plants. Other things\n it detects and avoids, even electronic traps.\"", "forward. It jumped off one hydroponic section and fled across the open\n floor to the next. It paused, eyes glittering and antennae twitching.", "The little one twitched, moved a leg, and cautiously began dragging\n itself away. It rolled off the raised section and surprisingly made no", "Then it turned to the plant. When it had chewed off everything within\n reach, it climbed into the branches." ], [ "eyes off Meredith, though, since he was a notch or so above her in the\n mating scale, he shouldn't have been so interested. But his planet had", "\"Very good. I never thought of that,\" said Meredith, coming closer. \"I\n like the way your primitive mind works. At times I actually think of\n marrying you.\"", "\"I'll come along and help,\" said Meredith, untwining her legs and\n leaning against him. \"Your mistress ought to have some sort of\n privileges.\"", "\"Love,\" she said gloomily. \"Physical attraction. But I can't let it\n lead me astray.\"", "It was Halden who answered him. \"There's the satisfaction of knowing\n where we came from.\"", "Halden flushed; the sarcasm wasn't necessary. It was true that Kelburn\n was the most advanced human type present, but while there were", "helping him make up his mind. \"You've heard of the adjacency mating\n principle?\" asked Sam Halden.", "It was true; no one asked a member of a higher race to enter a\n permanent union.\n\n\n \"Why did you ever have anything to do with me?\" demanded Halden.", "complains.\"\nHalden took a deep breath. \"Seems all right to me.\"", "long and well shaped and her face was somewhat bland and featureless,\n except for a thin, straight, short nose. It was her eyes that made\n the difference, he decided. A notch or two up the scale of visual", "The racial disparity was great and she had provoked him, but it was not\n completely her fault. Besides....\n\n\n Besides what? She had a beautiful body that could bear superior\n children—and they might be his.", "\"I do think I love you,\" she said. \"And if love's enough, I may marry\n you in spite of everything. But you'll have to watch out whose children\n I have.\" She wriggled into his arms.", "Meredith and a similar though lesser chance that her fertility may\n extend to Kelburn.\"\nTaphetta rustled his speech ribbons quizzically. \"But I thought it was", "\"If he asks for cleaner air, it's because his system needs it,\" said\n Halden. \"Do anything you can to give it to him.\"", "higher, she was as cruel to herself as she was to him. And yet he\n wanted her.", "\"That's because you're unique,\" said Halden. \"Outside of your own\n world, there's nothing like your species, except superficially, and", "They glanced at one another as Halden took it.", "the physical, to make use of her body so as to gain an advantage—what\n advantage?—for the children she intended to have. Outside of that,\n nothing mattered, and for the sake of alloying the lower with the", "\"It's almost a curse, isn't it?\" She laughed and took the curse away by\n leaning provocatively against him. \"But barbaric lovers are often nice.\"", "\"More than a man?\" Firmon leered at Meredith and, when she failed\n to smile, added plaintively, \"I did try to change it, but he still" ] ]

[ "What is the flaw in the cousins' plan?", "Why don't the cousins realize the flaw in their plan?", "Why doesn't Martin explain the flaw in the plan to the cousins?", "Why doesn't Ninian know much about meals?", "How does Conrad go back in time?", "How did Ninian, Raymond, and the other cousins go back in time?", "Why does Martin prefer to live on the yacht?" ]

[ [ "Conrad could target their great-great-grandmother and achieve the same result.", "Conrad could target their great-grandmother and achieve the same result.", "They have kept Martin isolated for almost his entire life, he has no son. Therefore, they will cease to exist.", "All Conrad needs to do to find Martin, is to follow the cousins back in time." ], [ "They do not understand time travel.", "They all originated from the same point in time.", "They are highly interbred.", "They are not very intelligent." ], [ "Martin resents the cousins for taking Ninian away from him.", "They have been very generous. Martin is afraid they'll leave, and he won't be wealthy anymore.", "Martin does not want the future generations to turn out like his descendants.", "Martin finds the cousins very irritating. If they can't figure it out, why should he explain it?" ], [ "In the future, all the nutrients a human needs come in an easy-to-swallow capsule.", "In the future, they don't eat meals.", "Ninian is not a chef.", "Ninian is used to having servants plan and serve her meals. She's never had to buy food herself." ], [ "Conrad stole Professor Farkas' time transmitter to send himself back in time.", "Professor Farkas sent him back in time with the time transmitter.", "Conrad built a time transmitter using a copy of Professor Farkas' plans.", "Professor Farkas' assistant sent Conrad back in time using the time transmitter after Conrad gave him a bribe." ], [ "They bribed the assistant for the plans and blackmailed or tortured someone to build the time transmitter for them.", "Professor Farkas' assistant sent them back in time using the time transmitter after they gave him a bribe.", "They bribed the assistant for the plans and hired a gadget enthusiast to build the time transmitter for them.", "Professor Farkas sent them back in time with the time transmitter." ], [ "Martin is used to being isolated now. The people on land live in a different world than he does.", "The people on land were always at war. Martin wants no part of it.", "The people on land are too different from the cousins. Living on the yacht avoids questions from locals.", "Martin thinks being on the ocean will make it harder for Conrad to find him." ] ]

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[ [ "He always felt that if any of the cousins could have come to realize\n the basic flaw in the elaborate plan they had concocted, it would have", "From Ninian and her cousins, there was only an impersonal kindness.\n They made no bones about the fact that they were there only to carry", "dozen years later, they weren't touched. Martin was never sure whether\n this had been sheer luck or expert planning. Probably luck, because his\n descendants were exceedingly inept planners.", "More cousins were in residence at once than ever before, because\n they came for the ocean voyage. They spent most of their time aboard\n ship, giving each other parties and playing an", "A great many of the cousins turned up at the simple ceremony. All were\n dressed in overwhelming black and showed a great deal of grief. Raymond", "\"The whole thing's all my brother Conrad's fault. You see, he's an\n idealist,\" Raymond explained, pronouncing the last word with distaste.", "altruism, did you?\" he asked, turning on the charm which all the\n cousins possessed to a consternating degree.\nMartin had, of course, no illusions on that score; he had learned long", "Martin showed his work in Italy, so that the cousin could be\n disillusioned by the current crop of Romans. He found that neither", "The other cousins appeared to find the yacht a congenial head-quarters,\n largely because they could spend so much time far away from the", "apart as the different oceans.\nAll the cousins were young, for, though they came at different times in\n his life, they had all started out from the same time in theirs. Only", "a rush. \"I wormed the whole thing out of him and all of us—the other\n cousins and me—held a council of war, as it were, and we decided it", "\"Eat, drink and be merry, or whatever you Romans say when you do as you\n do,\" the cousin—who was rather woolly in history; the descendants were\n scraping bottom now—advised.", "But he wasn't, for by now he had little respect left for any of\n his descendants. They were all exceedingly handsome and cultivated", "The young man jumped, then glanced around him uncomfortably. \"Conrad's\n a very shrewd fellow,\" he whispered. \"He's biding his time—waiting", "\"When he does show up, I'll protect you,\" the cousin vowed, touching\n his ray gun. \"You haven't a thing to worry about.\"", "arose of what the youth's vocation in that life was going to be. At\n least twenty of the cousins came back through time to hold one of\n their vigorous family councils. Martin was still young enough to enjoy", "something pretty wrong with him. So Martin and Ninian were just as\n conspicuous as before. But he didn't tip her off. She was grown up; she\n was supposed to know better than he did.", "\"Then we were all ready to forestall Conrad. If one of us guarded you\n night and day, he would never be able to carry out his plot. So we made", "at understanding his descendants, far better than they at understanding\n him. But then they never really tried. Ninian kissed him wetly on the\n cheek and said she was sure everything would work out all right and", "Ives was the only one of the descendants who seemed to think of Martin\n as an individual. When his efforts to make contact with the other young\n man failed, he got worried and decided that what Martin needed was a\n change of air and scenery." ], [ "He always felt that if any of the cousins could have come to realize\n the basic flaw in the elaborate plan they had concocted, it would have", "From Ninian and her cousins, there was only an impersonal kindness.\n They made no bones about the fact that they were there only to carry", "dozen years later, they weren't touched. Martin was never sure whether\n this had been sheer luck or expert planning. Probably luck, because his\n descendants were exceedingly inept planners.", "altruism, did you?\" he asked, turning on the charm which all the\n cousins possessed to a consternating degree.\nMartin had, of course, no illusions on that score; he had learned long", "\"The whole thing's all my brother Conrad's fault. You see, he's an\n idealist,\" Raymond explained, pronouncing the last word with distaste.", "More cousins were in residence at once than ever before, because\n they came for the ocean voyage. They spent most of their time aboard\n ship, giving each other parties and playing an", "A great many of the cousins turned up at the simple ceremony. All were\n dressed in overwhelming black and showed a great deal of grief. Raymond", "The other cousins appeared to find the yacht a congenial head-quarters,\n largely because they could spend so much time far away from the", "something pretty wrong with him. So Martin and Ninian were just as\n conspicuous as before. But he didn't tip her off. She was grown up; she\n was supposed to know better than he did.", "apart as the different oceans.\nAll the cousins were young, for, though they came at different times in\n his life, they had all started out from the same time in theirs. Only", "at understanding his descendants, far better than they at understanding\n him. But then they never really tried. Ninian kissed him wetly on the\n cheek and said she was sure everything would work out all right and", "But he wasn't, for by now he had little respect left for any of\n his descendants. They were all exceedingly handsome and cultivated", "The young man jumped, then glanced around him uncomfortably. \"Conrad's\n a very shrewd fellow,\" he whispered. \"He's biding his time—waiting", "Unaware of the near-contempt in which his young ancestor held him,\n Raymond went on blandly: \"Anyhow, Conrad took it upon himself to", "Martin showed his work in Italy, so that the cousin could be\n disillusioned by the current crop of Romans. He found that neither", "arose of what the youth's vocation in that life was going to be. At\n least twenty of the cousins came back through time to hold one of\n their vigorous family councils. Martin was still young enough to enjoy", "\"I am not going to sit down and explain the whole thing to you all over\n again, Bart!\" Raymond said impatiently. \"Well, Martin?\"\n\n\n \"What would you suggest?\" Martin asked.", "\"Eat, drink and be merry, or whatever you Romans say when you do as you\n do,\" the cousin—who was rather woolly in history; the descendants were\n scraping bottom now—advised.", "\"But I can't understand,\" he would say, keeping his face straight. \"Why\n do you have to come from the future to protect me against your cousin\n Conrad?\"\n\n\n \"Because he's coming to kill you.\"", "\"Where do you suppose Conrad has been all this time?\" Martin idly asked\n the current cousin—who was passing as his nephew by now." ], [ "He always felt that if any of the cousins could have come to realize\n the basic flaw in the elaborate plan they had concocted, it would have", "dozen years later, they weren't touched. Martin was never sure whether\n this had been sheer luck or expert planning. Probably luck, because his\n descendants were exceedingly inept planners.", "altruism, did you?\" he asked, turning on the charm which all the\n cousins possessed to a consternating degree.\nMartin had, of course, no illusions on that score; he had learned long", "\"I am not going to sit down and explain the whole thing to you all over\n again, Bart!\" Raymond said impatiently. \"Well, Martin?\"\n\n\n \"What would you suggest?\" Martin asked.", "something pretty wrong with him. So Martin and Ninian were just as\n conspicuous as before. But he didn't tip her off. She was grown up; she\n was supposed to know better than he did.", "Martin showed his work in Italy, so that the cousin could be\n disillusioned by the current crop of Romans. He found that neither", "Suddenly that seemed to make Conrad real. Martin felt a vague stirring\n of alarm. He kept his voice composed, however. \"How do you plan to\n protect me when he comes?\"", "But the fear did not show in Martin's pictures. They were pretty\n pictures.\nCousin Ives—now that Martin was older, he was told to call the", "Ives was the only one of the descendants who seemed to think of Martin\n as an individual. When his efforts to make contact with the other young\n man failed, he got worried and decided that what Martin needed was a\n change of air and scenery.", "more—all cousins to one another, he was told, all descendants of his.\nMartin was never left alone for a minute. He wasn't allowed to play", "So Martin held his peace, because, on the whole, he liked things the\n way they were. Ninian really was the limit, though. All the people he", "Martin smiled with all the charm he'd had nothing to do but acquire. \"I\n have every confidence in you,\" he told his descendant. He himself had\n given up carrying a gun long ago.", "\"No,\" Martin smiled, feeling rather silly, \"but it would make the place\n seem safer somehow.\"", "It was then that Martin began to realize that either the whole lot of\n them were insane, or what Ninian had told him at first was the truth.", "\"The whole thing's all my brother Conrad's fault. You see, he's an\n idealist,\" Raymond explained, pronouncing the last word with distaste.", "\"Oh, I do!\" Martin said. He had pieced the whole thing together for\n himself long since, but he wanted to hear how Raymond would put it.", "arose of what the youth's vocation in that life was going to be. At\n least twenty of the cousins came back through time to hold one of\n their vigorous family councils. Martin was still young enough to enjoy", "They came from the future.\nWhen Martin was sixteen, Raymond took him aside for the talk Ninian had\n promised five years before.", "wished his descendant would show up, so there would be some excitement.\n But he didn't come. And Martin got to thinking....", "\"But I can't understand,\" he would say, keeping his face straight. \"Why\n do you have to come from the future to protect me against your cousin\n Conrad?\"\n\n\n \"Because he's coming to kill you.\"" ], [ "Ninian didn't know much about meals.", "disappeared and Ninian came to take care of him. Mothers had a way\n of disappearing around those parts and the kids were often better\n off without them. Martin was no exception. He'd never had it this", "regularly, so this was just routine. But Ninian didn't know that and\n she went into a real tizzy, babbling that Martin had been sick and\n would make up the work. Martin nearly did get sick from laughing so", "\"Oh, just don't ask any questions,\" Ninian said petulantly. \"When you\n get older, someone will explain the whole thing to you.\"", "Ninian worried all the time. It wasn't that she cared what these people\n thought of her, for she made no secret of regarding them as little", "myself!\"\nWhen it came time for the parting, it was Ninian who cried—tears at\n her own inadequacy, Martin knew, not of sorrow. He was getting skillful", "\"So Ninian's going,\" said Martin, wondering why the news made him feel\n curiously desolate. Because, although he supposed he liked her in a", "something pretty wrong with him. So Martin and Ninian were just as\n conspicuous as before. But he didn't tip her off. She was grown up; she\n was supposed to know better than he did.", "So Martin held his peace, because, on the whole, he liked things the\n way they were. Ninian really was the limit, though. All the people he", "at understanding his descendants, far better than they at understanding\n him. But then they never really tried. Ninian kissed him wetly on the\n cheek and said she was sure everything would work out all right and", "From Ninian and her cousins, there was only an impersonal kindness.\n They made no bones about the fact that they were there only to carry", "Sometimes he wondered who Ninian really was. Obviously that story\n about her coming from the future was just a gag. Besides, if she really", "When it became clear that his mother was never going to show up again,\n Ninian bought one of those smallish, almost identical houses that", "Ninian sighed. \"He's dissatisfied with the current social order and\n killing you is part of an elaborate plan he's formulated to change it.\n You wouldn't understand.\"", "the streets—especially with the women buttonholing him and demanding\n to know what gave. They tried talking to Ninian, but she certainly knew\n how to give them the cold shoulder.", "was his great-great-grand-daughter, as she said, why would she tell\n him to call her \"\nAunt Ninian\n\"? Maybe he was only eleven, but he'd", "could ask for. You're getting the best of all possible worlds. Of\n course Ninian\nwas\na ninny to locate in a mercantile suburb where any", "He loved to bait her, as he had loved to bait his mother. It was safer\n with Ninian, though, because when he pushed her too far, she would cry\n instead of mopping up the floor with him.", "He lived well. He had food to eat that he'd never dreamed of before,\n warm clothes that no one had ever worn before him. He was surrounded by\n more luxury than he knew what to do with.", "inch of the floor was modestly covered by carpeting, though the walls\n were mostly unabashed glass. There were hot water and heat all the time\n and a freezer well stocked with food—somewhat erratically chosen, for" ], [ ". He felt curiously safer from Conrad there, although\n there was no valid reason why an ocean should stop a traveler through\n time.", "\"Well, there's your answer. Conrad got the apparatus built, or perhaps\n he built it himself. One doesn't inquire too closely into such", "good\nman, you know.\" Raymond's expressive upper lip\n curled. \"So Conrad decided to go further back still and get rid of", "Unaware of the near-contempt in which his young ancestor held him,\n Raymond went on blandly: \"Anyhow, Conrad took it upon himself to", "way out than Conrad's,\" he said without conviction. \"And everything\n will work out all right in the end. Bound to. No sense to—to anything,", "The young man jumped, then glanced around him uncomfortably. \"Conrad's\n a very shrewd fellow,\" he whispered. \"He's biding his time—waiting", "matters. But when it came to the point, Conrad couldn't bear the idea\n of eliminating our great-grandfather—because our great-grandfather\n was such a\ngood", "\"But I can't understand,\" he would say, keeping his face straight. \"Why\n do you have to come from the future to protect me against your cousin\n Conrad?\"\n\n\n \"Because he's coming to kill you.\"", "Suddenly that seemed to make Conrad real. Martin felt a vague stirring\n of alarm. He kept his voice composed, however. \"How do you plan to\n protect me when he comes?\"", "Anyhow, Raymond went on to explain, Conrad had bribed one of Farkas'\n assistants for a set of the plans. Conrad's idea had been to go back", "The boy smiled slowly. \"Of course. You had to. If Conrad succeeded in\neliminating\nme, then none of you would exist, would you?\"", "passing laws to do away with the—well, abuses and things like that,\n and I'm sure someday everything will come out all right. However,\n Conrad is so impatient.\"", "\"The whole thing's all my brother Conrad's fault. You see, he's an\n idealist,\" Raymond explained, pronouncing the last word with distaste.", "He had often fancied that Conrad would prove to be the most stimulating\n member of the whole generation. But it seemed unlikely that he would\n ever have a chance for a conversation with the young man. More than one\n conversation, anyhow.", "you\nlive now?... I don't mean in the now for me, but the now for\n you,\" Martin explained laboriously. It was so difficult to live in the\n past and think in the future.", "\"Where do you suppose Conrad has been all this time?\" Martin idly asked\n the current cousin—who was passing as his nephew by now.", "regretfully, \"same as in your day.... Like now, I mean,\" he corrected\n himself. \"Maybe it\nis\nworse, the way Conrad thinks. More planets", "\"Would take moral courage. I don't have it. None of us does, except\n Conrad, and even he—\" Ives looked out over the sea. \"Must be a better", "\"Sometimes I'm not altogether sure Conrad was wrong,\" Ives said, after\n a pause. \"Tried to keep us from getting to the stars, hurting the", "was our moral duty to go back in time ourselves and protect you.\" He\n beamed at Martin." ], [ "They came from the future.\nWhen Martin was sixteen, Raymond took him aside for the talk Ninian had\n promised five years before.", "From Ninian and her cousins, there was only an impersonal kindness.\n They made no bones about the fact that they were there only to carry", "at understanding his descendants, far better than they at understanding\n him. But then they never really tried. Ninian kissed him wetly on the\n cheek and said she was sure everything would work out all right and", "arose of what the youth's vocation in that life was going to be. At\n least twenty of the cousins came back through time to hold one of\n their vigorous family councils. Martin was still young enough to enjoy", "disappeared and Ninian came to take care of him. Mothers had a way\n of disappearing around those parts and the kids were often better\n off without them. Martin was no exception. He'd never had it this", "\"So Ninian's going,\" said Martin, wondering why the news made him feel\n curiously desolate. Because, although he supposed he liked her in a", "myself!\"\nWhen it came time for the parting, it was Ninian who cried—tears at\n her own inadequacy, Martin knew, not of sorrow. He was getting skillful", "It was then that Martin began to realize that either the whole lot of\n them were insane, or what Ninian had told him at first was the truth.", "Sometimes he wondered who Ninian really was. Obviously that story\n about her coming from the future was just a gag. Besides, if she really", "More cousins were in residence at once than ever before, because\n they came for the ocean voyage. They spent most of their time aboard\n ship, giving each other parties and playing an", "\"I've told you—our world is precisely the same as this one!\" Raymond\n snapped. \"We just come a couple of centuries or so later, that's all.", "was his great-great-grand-daughter, as she said, why would she tell\n him to call her \"\nAunt Ninian\n\"? Maybe he was only eleven, but he'd", "A great many of the cousins turned up at the simple ceremony. All were\n dressed in overwhelming black and showed a great deal of grief. Raymond", "Ninian worried all the time. It wasn't that she cared what these people\n thought of her, for she made no secret of regarding them as little", "apart as the different oceans.\nAll the cousins were young, for, though they came at different times in\n his life, they had all started out from the same time in theirs. Only", "regularly, so this was just routine. But Ninian didn't know that and\n she went into a real tizzy, babbling that Martin had been sick and\n would make up the work. Martin nearly did get sick from laughing so", "But Raymond rushed on: \"Soon as Ninian goes and I'm in full charge,\n we'll get a more isolated place and run it on a far grander scale.", "When it became clear that his mother was never going to show up again,\n Ninian bought one of those smallish, almost identical houses that", "together; then Ives would tell Martin of the future world he had come\n from. The picture drawn by Raymond and Ninian had not been entirely\n accurate, Ives admitted. True, there was no war or poverty on Earth", "something pretty wrong with him. So Martin and Ninian were just as\n conspicuous as before. But he didn't tip her off. She was grown up; she\n was supposed to know better than he did." ], [ "So he drew on the family's vast future resources and bought a yacht,\n which Martin christened\nThe Interregnum", "Ives was the only one of the descendants who seemed to think of Martin\n as an individual. When his efforts to make contact with the other young\n man failed, he got worried and decided that what Martin needed was a\n change of air and scenery.", "As the years went by, Martin began to lose even his detached interest\n in the land and its doings. Although the yacht frequently touched port", "So Martin held his peace, because, on the whole, he liked things the\n way they were. Ninian really was the limit, though. All the people he", "good while he was living with his old lady. As for his father, Martin\n had never had one. He'd been a war baby, born of one of the tides of", "contemporary inhabitants of the planet and relax and be themselves. So\n they never moved back to land. Martin spent the rest of his life on\nThe Interregnum", "The other cousins appeared to find the yacht a congenial head-quarters,\n largely because they could spend so much time far away from the", "Few people in the world then could afford to live as stylishly as\n Martin and his guardian. The place not only contained every possible", "\"No,\" Martin smiled, feeling rather silly, \"but it would make the place\n seem safer somehow.\"", "\"So Ninian's going,\" said Martin, wondering why the news made him feel\n curiously desolate. Because, although he supposed he liked her in a", "dozen years later, they weren't touched. Martin was never sure whether\n this had been sheer luck or expert planning. Probably luck, because his\n descendants were exceedingly inept planners.", "for fuel or supplies—it was more economical to purchase them in that\n era than to have them shipped from the future—he seldom went ashore,\n and then only at the urging of a newly assigned cousin anxious to see", "the sights. Most of the time Martin spent in watching the sea—and\n sometimes he painted it. There seemed to be a depth to his seascapes\n that his other work lacked.", "Martin accepted his new surroundings. His sense of wonder had become\n dulled by now and the pink pseudo-Spanish castle—\"architecturally\n dreadful, of course,\" Raymond had said, \"but so hilariously", "disappeared and Ninian came to take care of him. Mothers had a way\n of disappearing around those parts and the kids were often better\n off without them. Martin was no exception. He'd never had it this", "Martin missed the old neighborhood, though. He missed having other\n kids to play with. He even missed his mother. Sure, she hadn't given", "you\nlive now?... I don't mean in the now for me, but the now for\n you,\" Martin explained laboriously. It was so difficult to live in the\n past and think in the future.", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nNo one, least of all Martin, could dispute\n \nthat a man's life should be guarded by his", "But the fear did not show in Martin's pictures. They were pretty\n pictures.\nCousin Ives—now that Martin was older, he was told to call the", "During all this time, Conrad still did not put in an appearance. Martin\n had gotten to be such a crack shot with the ray pistol that he almost" ] ]

[ "What is the significance of the title of the story to the context?", "Based on the context of the story, on which day was the package received to the home?", "Who was Sally in relation to Milly in the story?", "Had the portrait of H. H. Hartshorne not been knocked off the wall, what would have likely happened in the story?", "How long had the branch of Hartshorne-Logan been opened?", "Why did the staff at Hartshorne-Logan have to substitute some of the items in the package?", "Why had Ann Hartley written the first letter to Hartshorne-Logan?", "What was Ann’s first complaint with the dress she ordered for Sally?", "What caused Sally to float through the air?", "What happened to Les when he held the eyeball from the detective kit?" ]

[ [ "It’s a reference to the dangers contained within the package. ", "It’s a reference to the delay of the package being received. ", "It’s a reference for the postman to know the package wasn’t broken in shipment ", "It’s a reference to there being a baby toy rattle inside the box. " ], [ "Monday", "Tuesday", "Wednesday", "Thursday " ], [ "Her great-grandmother ", "Her grandmother ", "Her mother", "Herself in a past life. " ], [ "Milly would have never been born. ", "Mr. Hawkins would have fired everyone who attended the party. ", "The partygoers would have remained sober that night. ", "The package would have never been delivered. " ], [ "Eighty years", "Eight years", "Twenty years", "Two years " ], [ "They were sold out of because of the holiday sales. ", "They had recalled most of the items because they were dangerous.", "They were outdated by many years. ", "They were too drunk to read the catalog numbers correctly. " ], [ "To disregard her complaint about the package not being received. ", "To complain about incorrect items being sent. ", "To complain about the package not being received. ", "To request a refund for the package being damaged. " ], [ "It was much to small for the child. ", "The shoulders were lumpier than a small girl’s dress should be. ", "It was the incorrect color. ", "It was much too large for the small child. " ], [ "The manky that was in the shipment. ", "The strange doorbell with no wire. ", "They eyeball from the detective kit. ", "The dress that was in the shipment. " ], [ "It caused him to leave black finger-marks on everything he touched. ", "It left his hands sticky even after repeatedly washing. ", "It burned his hands. ", "His hands started to turn bright green. " ] ]

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[ [ "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", "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", "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", "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.", "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.\"", "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?\"", "\"It's murder!\" she screamed. \"Murder again! He's been poisoned! He's\n going to die! It means the electric chair!\"", "of the cloth. Sally writhed and kicked, then collapsed in a faint. The\n physician smoothed the folds hastily back into place.", "specialist.\"\nAnn was peering through the window, curious about the ambulance despite\n her own troubles. She saw two attendants carry Mr. Burnett, motionless", "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", "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", "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.", "quick answer to the letter she had written yesterday. It must have\n crossed in the mail her complaint about the non-arrival of the order.\n She tore open the envelope and read:", "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.", "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", "Dr. Schwartz glanced outside the window. \"An ambulance. Looks as if\n they're stopping here.\"\n\n\n \"Oh, no,\" Ann breathed. \"Something's happened to Les.\"", "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's me,\" her husband said. \"Slow day at the office, so I came home\n early.\"\n\n\n \"Les! I'm going crazy or something. Sally just—\"", "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", "\"I'm going to return it, if you don't smudge it up,\" she replied. \"Look\n at the marks you made on the instructions.\" The black finger-marks\n stood out clearly against the shiny, coated paper." ], [ "quick answer to the letter she had written yesterday. It must have\n crossed in the mail her complaint about the non-arrival of the order.\n She tore open the envelope and read:", "\"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.", "\"The minute I write a letter to complain about you, you turn up!\" she\n told the parcel. She nudged her toe peevishly against the brown paper", "The bottom of the carton contained the detective outfit that they had\n ordered for their son. Ann glanced at its glaringly lithographed cover", "large parcel on her doorstep. She put her hands on her hips and stared\n pugnaciously at the bundle.", "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.", "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.", "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.", "Ann sighed and picked up her bundle. With a last look at the lovely\n spring afternoon and the quiet suburban landscape, she went into the\n house.", "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 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", "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.", "\"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.", "\"It's me,\" her husband said. \"Slow day at the office, so I came home\n early.\"\n\n\n \"Les! I'm going crazy or something. Sally just—\"", "The mailman brought a letter from Hartshorne-Logan. Ann stared stupidly\n at the envelope, until she realized that this wasn't an impossibly", "\"Don't open the back door.\" The well-modulated voice from the small\n doorbell box threatened to penetrate every corner of the house. Ann\n looked doubtfully at her husband's lips. They weren't moving.", "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.", "and white, on a stretcher from the house next door into the ambulance.\n A third member of the crew was struggling with a disheveled Mrs.", "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.", "Sally crouched to jump at her father. Before she could leap, he grabbed\n her up bodily and hugged her. Then he saw the box." ], [ "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", "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", "Mr. Hawkins had refreshed himself. He decided that he liked Milly's\n voice. To hear more of it, he said to her: \"I'll bet that's been in", "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.", "Milly snapped out of it. She giggled, suppressed a ladylike belch and\n returned to reality. Looking at the envelope, she said: \"Oh, I see.", "Milly was still deciphering the form. Now she let out a little squeal\n of excitement.", "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", "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.", "for a nap. It seems impossible, but—\" She shrugged mutely. \"And I\n think Sally's running a temperature. I'm going to put her to bed.\"", "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.", "\"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?\"", "and the towel. She began to yell at him for making such a mess, when\n Sally floated into the kitchen. The girl was wearing a nightgown.", "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.", "\"Hell, Milly, you aren't working!\" someone shouted at her. \"Have\n another!\"", "\"There!\" Sally said.", "\"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.\"", "But Sally was delighted. \"Mine!\" she shrilled, grabbing for the dress.", "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 collided with the far wall.\nSally looked scared until she saw her mother's face. Then she squealed\n in delight.", "Sally crouched to jump at her father. Before she could leap, he grabbed\n her up bodily and hugged her. Then he saw the box." ], [ "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", "Mr. Hawkins himself, acting by reflex, attempted to return the portrait\n to its place until new glass could be obtained. But the fall had sprung\n the frame at one corner and it wouldn't hang straight.", "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.", "the picture came free. Hawkins rolled the picture like a scroll and put\n it into a desk drawer, for later attention. Then he looked around for a\n drink that would make him feel even better.", "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", "With the proper mixture of respect and bonhommie, he lifted the heavy\n picture out of its frame. A yellowed envelope slipped to the floor as", "\"It's murder!\" she screamed. \"Murder again! He's been poisoned! He's\n going to die! It means the electric chair!\"", "\"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 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!\"", "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.", "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:", "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", "\"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", "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.", "The mailman brought a letter from Hartshorne-Logan. Ann stared stupidly\n at the envelope, until she realized that this wasn't an impossibly", "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?\"", "\"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.\"", "house. Ann stood squarely in front of the door leading to the hall.\n Defeated, Mrs. Burnett left. A muffled volley of handclapping, mixed", "\"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", "\"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.\"" ], [ "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:", "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", "The mailman brought a letter from Hartshorne-Logan. Ann stared stupidly\n at the envelope, until she realized that this wasn't an impossibly", "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.", "there ever since the picture was framed. There's a company legend that\n that picture was put up the day this branch opened, eighty years ago.\"", "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.", "The label was addressed in a wandering scrawl, a sharp contrast to\n the impersonal typing on the customary Hartshorne-Logan bundles. But", "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", "\"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 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.", "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.\"", "\"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.", "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 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.", "Mr. Hawkins had refreshed himself. He decided that he liked Milly's\n voice. To hear more of it, he said to her: \"I'll bet that's been in", "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!\"", "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.", "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", "Mr. Hawkins himself, acting by reflex, attempted to return the portrait\n to its place until new glass could be obtained. But the fall had sprung\n the frame at one corner and it wouldn't hang straight.", "\"Look, Mr. Hawkins! The name on this order—it's my great-grandmother!\n Isn't that wonderful? I was just a little girl when she died. I can" ], [ "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 label was addressed in a wandering scrawl, a sharp contrast to\n the impersonal typing on the customary Hartshorne-Logan bundles. But", "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", "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", "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.", "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.", "\"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.\"", "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.", "The bottom of the carton contained the detective outfit that they had\n ordered for their son. Ann glanced at its glaringly lithographed cover", "\"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.", "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", "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 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?\"", "\"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.", "\"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.", "Mr. Hawkins himself, acting by reflex, attempted to return the portrait\n to its place until new glass could be obtained. But the fall had sprung\n the frame at one corner and it wouldn't hang straight.", "the familiar RATTLE OK sticker was pasted onto the box, indicating to\n the delivery man that the contents would make a rattling sound and\n therefore hadn't been broken in shipment.", "quick answer to the letter she had written yesterday. It must have\n crossed in the mail her complaint about the non-arrival of the order.\n She tore open the envelope and read:", "\"The minute I write a letter to complain about you, you turn up!\" she\n told the parcel. She nudged her toe peevishly against the brown paper" ], [ "The mailman brought a letter from Hartshorne-Logan. Ann stared stupidly\n at the envelope, until she realized that this wasn't an impossibly", "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.\"", "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 label was addressed in a wandering scrawl, a sharp contrast to\n the impersonal typing on the customary Hartshorne-Logan bundles. But", "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.", "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", "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", "\"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 put her mouth close to the glass, shouting: \"Won't you come to the\n back door, Mrs. Burnett? This one is stuck.\"", "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.", "quick answer to the letter she had written yesterday. It must have\n crossed in the mail her complaint about the non-arrival of the order.\n She tore open the envelope and read:", "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.", "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.", "\"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.", "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.", "\"Why did you do it?\" Ann asked Bob, her anger suddenly slumping into\n weary sadness. \"People will suspect you of being a sex maniac for the\n rest of your life. You can't possibly explain—\"", "\"Now I'll have to write another letter to explain that they should\n throw away my letter of complaint,\" she told her daughter. \"And by the", "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.", "\"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 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.", "\"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.", "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.", "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", "\"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?\"", "\"My God!\" Ann forgot her tongue before the children. \"She got out of\n that dress herself. Where did she get that nightgown?\"", "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.", "\"You aren't going to believe me, Doctor,\" Ann said while he took the\n child's temperature, \"but we can't get that dress off Sally.\"", "\"We'll have to send it back,\" Ann said, \"and get the one we ordered.\"", "But Sally was delighted. \"Mine!\" she shrilled, grabbing for the dress.", "\"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.\"", "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.", "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.", "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.", "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 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.", "The doctor dropped the dress and looked in perplexity at the point\n where it touched Sally's skin.", "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.", "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." ], [ "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", "and the towel. She began to yell at him for making such a mess, when\n Sally floated into the kitchen. The girl was wearing a nightgown.", "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", "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", "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.", "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.", "Sally crouched to jump at her father. Before she could leap, he grabbed\n her up bodily and hugged her. Then he saw the box.", "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.", "for a nap. It seems impossible, but—\" She shrugged mutely. \"And I\n think Sally's running a temperature. I'm going to put her to bed.\"", "But Sally was delighted. \"Mine!\" she shrilled, grabbing for the dress.", "The doctor dropped the dress and looked in perplexity at the point\n where it touched Sally's skin.", "of the cloth. Sally writhed and kicked, then collapsed in a faint. The\n physician smoothed the folds hastily back into place.", "\"There!\" Sally said.", "she collided with the far wall.\nSally looked scared until she saw her mother's face. Then she squealed\n in delight.", "He tossed the manky onto the hassock and delved into the carton again.\n Sally was still in his arms.", "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.", "put small wads of cotton into her ears, because she didn't like the\n rhythmic rattle, soft but persistent, that emerged from the hall\n closet where the manky sat. Sally was whining occasionally in her sleep.", "\"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.\"", "\"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?\"", "\"That round thing must be leaking,\" Les said. \"But did you see Sally\n when she—\"" ], [ "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.", "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", "unpleasant were dripping from his fingers. The object looked remarkably\n like a human eyeball. It was human-size, complete with pupil, iris and\n rather bloodshot veins.", "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 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.\"", "rolled along, six inches behind him. He turned and kicked at it. The\n eyeball rolled nimbly out of the path of the kick.", "Les looked at his hands. \"I didn't do it,\" he said, pressing his clean\n fingertips against the kitchen table.", "\"Where did this come from?\" Les held a small object in the palm of\n his hand, keeping it away from his body. A few drops of something", "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.", "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.", "Les put on a pair of gloves and threw a pillowcase over the eyeball.\n Bob rigged up trestles to warn visitors from the front porch. Ann", "across Les's hands.\nBob retrieved the flashlight and turned it off while Les glanced\n through an instruction booklet, frowning.", "\"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.\"", "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", "\"It sure will,\" Les said grimly, walking into the bedroom. \"I won't\n have a job if I can't get this stuff off my fingers. Big black", "Ann stared at her son. He stared back at her, the detective outfit\n under his arm.", "When he turned back to Ann, she was staring at her left hand. The\n wedding band that Les had put there a dozen years ago was a brilliant\n green, shedding its soft glow over the finger up to the first knuckle.", "\"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.\"", "Les held up his hands, palms toward the doctor. \"What's wrong with me?\n My fingers look all right. But they leave black marks on everything I\n touch.\"", "Les yanked at the doorknob. It didn't yield for him, either. He looked\n up at the doorbell, which he had installed just above the upper part\n of the door frame." ] ]

[ "Why were the extraterrestrials not enchanted by Gabriel Lockard like the rest of the humans that were present?", "Why did most of the men and women have a young appearance?", "Why did Gabe tell the girl that he was with that he had never before seen the nondescript man, though the two clearly knew each other?", "Why was zarquil not played often by those in the area?", "Why did the odd beings from the seventh plant only want interstellar credits?", "Why was it unheard of to issue an effective prison sentence to the zarquil operators?", "Why was the ugly man constantly chasing after Gabe?", "What was the purpose of the ugly man seeming to guard Gabe?", "Why must only the healthy play zarquil?" ]

[ [ "They were more enchanted by the girl with him. ", "They were too intoxicated to care. ", "They saw all humans as the same.", "They found him appaling." ], [ "Because of science that could starve off decay.", "Because of plastic surgery. ", "Because of the freeze in time. ", "Because of the allurement of the atmosphere. " ], [ "He had never met the man in person. ", "He had not actually seen that man with the new face", "He had not wanted her to know the truth. ", "He had not recognized the man at that time, because of his intoxication. " ], [ "It was an illegal game. ", "It was only played by Dutchmen.", "It was fabulously expensive. ", "It was dangerous." ], [ "So that they could buy slaves.", "So that they could return to Vinau and buy slaves. ", "To buy booze any time they desired. ", "So that they could return to Vinau." ], [ "The operators were above the law", "The operators were too difficult to contain in a prison ", "The operators lived significantly long lives ", "The laws were difficult to enforce and harder to uphold" ], [ "He was actually after Gabe's wife.", "He wanted his body back.", "He wanted some of Gabe's money. ", "He was only following him by coincidence. " ], [ "He was actually guarding Gabe's wife.", "He felt affection towards Gabe. ", "He chose to be near for money. ", "He didn't want his body damaged." ], [ "Only healthy bodies can be accepted in the games.", "The games are dangerous and only those in the best health can survive. ", "Health is a form of wealth in the game of zarquil.", "There are no health restrictions on the game. " ] ]

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[ [ "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", "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", "As for the extraterrestrials—it was a free bar—they were merely\n amused, since to them all men were pathetically and irredeemably\n hideous.", "\"\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?\"", "\"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", "The fat man shook his head without rancor. \"I have plenty of money,\n thank you, Mrs. Gabriel Lockard.... Come,\" he addressed her husband,", "\"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.\"", "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", "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", "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", "To the girl's indignation, the stranger not only hauled Gabe out onto\n the dripping grass first, but stopped and deliberately examined the", "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 was a dark and rainy night in early fall. Gabe Lockard was in no\n condition to drive the helicar. However, he was stubborn.", "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?\"", "\"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?\" 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;", "Lockard's—body.\" She put unnecessary stardust on her nose as she\n watched her husband's reflection in the dressing table mirror." ], [ "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", "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", "Everyone in the room was aware of the big young man, and most of the\n humans present were resentful, for he handled himself consciously and", "in that time, thanks to the science which could stave off decay, though\n not death—but with no other apparent physical virtue, for plastic\n surgery had not fulfilled its bright promise of the twentieth century.", "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", "\"Why not?\" The emaciated young man began to put on his clothes.\n\n\n \"You know why. Your body is worthless. And this is a reputable house.\"", "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.", "\"Oh, yes, I can,\" she said incautiously. \"You must have had a body to\n match your character. Pity you could only change one.\"", "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", "\"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.", "The young man's cheekbones protruded as he smiled. \"Yes, I'm all of\n them.\"", "The ugly man gave him a bewildered stare. Then, seeing the forces\n now ranged against him—including his own belated prudence—were too", "himself would, upon assuming the body, assume responsibility for all\n the crimes it had committed. But there was nothing else he could do.\nHe looked at himself in the mirror and found he had a fine new body;", "\"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", "\"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?\"", "young man by the light of his minilume, almost as if she weren't there\n at all. Only when she started to struggle out by herself did he seem to", "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.\"", "\"You'll change again tonight, won't you?\" she babbled. \"You always\n change after you ... meet us? I think I'm beginning to be able to", "tall and strikingly handsome in a dark, coarse-featured way. Nothing to\n match the one he had lost, in his opinion, but there were probably many\n people who might find this one preferable. No identification in the", "long, but necessarily superficial acquaintance with the Vinzz. His\n heavy robe of what looked like moss-green velvet, but might have been" ], [ "\"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?\"", "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", "To the girl's indignation, the stranger not only hauled Gabe out onto\n the dripping grass first, but stopped and deliberately examined the", "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", "The man at the bar was exceptionally handsome, and he knew it. So did\n the light-haired girl at his side, and so did the nondescript man in", "Gabe gave a short laugh, for no reason that she could see.\nThere was the feeling that she had encountered the fat man before,", "\"I drank with you once too often,\" the nondescript man said. \"And\n things worked out fine, didn't they? For you.\" His eyes studied the", "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;", "\"So you don't mind having me around?\" The nondescript man smiled again.\n \"Then what are you running from, if not me? You can't be running from\n yourself—you lost yourself a while back, remember?\"", "\"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.\"", "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", "Gabe opened his eyes and saw the fat man gazing down at him\n speculatively. \"My guardian angel,\" he mumbled—shock had sobered him", "\"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?\"", "\"Who was that, Gabe?\" the girl asked.", "\"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.", "\"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", "nondescript man who had been sitting in the corner advised. He removed\n the glass from the little man's slackening grasp. \"You wouldn't want to\n go to jail because of him.\"", "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" ], [ "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 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.", "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", "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", "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", "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", "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", "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,", "\"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?\"", "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.", "\"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", "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 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.", "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", "\"Sorry,\" the Vinzz said impersonally, in English that was perfect\n except for the slight dampening of the sibilants, \"but I'm afraid you\n cannot play.\"", "The green one shook his head. \"Regrettably, I do mean what I say. This\n game is really clean.\"\n\n\n \"In a town like this?\"", "\"This isn't a good body,\" he said. \"It's diseased. Sure, nobody's\n supposed to play the game who hasn't passed a thorough medical", "curious tabu against mixed games, strictly enforced even though it\n kept them from tapping a vast source of potential players. There had\n also never been a recorded instance of humans and extraterrestrials", "the trouble in these smaller towns—you ran greater risks of getting\n involved in games where the players had not been carefully screened." ], [ "profitable for the Vinzz to run it. Those odd creatures from Altair's\n seventh planet cared nothing for the welfare of the completely alien\n human beings; all they wanted was to feather their own pockets with", "interstellar credits, so that they could return to Vinau and buy many\n slaves. For, on Vinau, bodies were of little account, and so to them", "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.", "As for the extraterrestrials—it was a free bar—they were merely\n amused, since to them all men were pathetically and irredeemably\n hideous.", "\"It would have to be something pretty nuclear for the other guy to take\n such a risk.\" The man rubbed his chin thoughtfully. \"How much?\"\n\n\n \"Thirty thousand credits.\"", "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.", "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 man hesitated. \"But unable to pass the screening?\" he murmured\n aloud. \"A criminal then.\"\n\n\n The green one's face—if you could call it a face—remained impassive.", "It might merely be prudence on the Vinzz' part—if it had ever\n been proved that an alien life-form had \"desecrated\" a human body,", "\"You saved our lives,\" the girl said. \"I'd like to give you some token\n of my—of our appreciation.\" Her hand reached toward her credit-carrier", "\"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", "Earthmen would clamor for war ... for on this planet humanity held\n its self-bestowed purity of birthright dear—and the Vinzz, despite", "after a period of years out of sheer boredom. Fortunately, because\n trade was more profitable than war, there had always been peace between\n Vinau and Terra, and, for that reason, Terra could not bar the entrance", "them from the climate, because it was Earth and the air was breathable\n and it wasn't worth the trouble of fixing up.", "\"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.\"", "of apparently respectable citizens of a friendly planet.", "\"Of course,\" the Vinzz said primly. His kind did have certain ultimate\n standards to which they adhered rigidly, and one of those was the", "Overhead a tiny star seemed to detach itself from the pale flat disk\n of the Moon and hurl itself upward—one of the interstellar ships", "When the zarquil operators were apprehended, which was not frequent—as\n they had strange powers, which, not being definable, were beyond the", "law—they suffered their sentences with equanimity. No Earth court\n could give an effective prison sentence to a creature whose life\n spanned approximately two thousand terrestrial years. And capital" ], [ "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", "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", "law—they suffered their sentences with equanimity. No Earth court\n could give an effective prison sentence to a creature whose life\n spanned approximately two thousand terrestrial years. And capital", "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.", "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", "punishment had become obsolete on Terra, which very possibly saved the\n terrestrials embarrassment, for it was not certain that their weapons\n could kill the Vinzz ... or whether, in fact, the Vinzz merely expired", "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.", "punishment could not abolish the necessity for self-defense, and the\n man in question was not one who would let himself be captured easily,\n nor whom the police intended to capture easily.", "the men depicted there. And he knew that this particular man, though\n not an important criminal in any sense of the word, was one whom the\n police had been ordered to burn on sight. The abolishing of capital", "profitable for the Vinzz to run it. Those odd creatures from Altair's\n seventh planet cared nothing for the welfare of the completely alien\n human beings; all they wanted was to feather their own pockets with", "The man hesitated. \"But unable to pass the screening?\" he murmured\n aloud. \"A criminal then.\"\n\n\n The green one's face—if you could call it a face—remained impassive.", "being unquestionably the stronger, were pragmatic pacifists. It had\n been undoubtedly some rabid member of the anti-alien groups active on", "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", "It might merely be prudence on the Vinzz' part—if it had ever\n been proved that an alien life-form had \"desecrated\" a human body,", "conduct their operations with as much unobtrusiveness as was possible.\n But the front door swung open on an interior that lacked the opulence", "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", "\"Of course,\" the Vinzz said primly. His kind did have certain ultimate\n standards to which they adhered rigidly, and one of those was the", "after a period of years out of sheer boredom. Fortunately, because\n trade was more profitable than war, there had always been peace between\n Vinau and Terra, and, for that reason, Terra could not bar the entrance", "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" ], [ "The ugly man gave him a bewildered stare. Then, seeing the forces\n now ranged against him—including his own belated prudence—were too", "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", "To the girl's indignation, the stranger not only hauled Gabe out onto\n the dripping grass first, but stopped and deliberately examined the", "Gabe opened his eyes and saw the fat man gazing down at him\n speculatively. \"My guardian angel,\" he mumbled—shock had sobered him", "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", "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", "\"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?\"", "ugly little man, but also a rather ridiculous one—or at least he felt\n he was, which was what mattered.", "Gabe gave a short laugh, for no reason that she could see.\nThere was the feeling that she had encountered the fat man before,", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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?\"", "\"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.", "\"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.", "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", "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?\"", "The ugly man dabbed futilely at his dripping trousers with a cloth\n hastily supplied by the management.", "\"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.\"" ], [ "Gabe opened his eyes and saw the fat man gazing down at him\n speculatively. \"My guardian angel,\" he mumbled—shock had sobered him", "The ugly man gave him a bewildered stare. Then, seeing the forces\n now ranged against him—including his own belated prudence—were too", "To the girl's indignation, the stranger not only hauled Gabe out onto\n the dripping grass first, but stopped and deliberately examined the", "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", "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", "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 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", "\"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.\"", "\"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?\"", "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", "\"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.\"", "Gabe gave a short laugh, for no reason that she could see.\nThere was the feeling that she had encountered the fat man before,", "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?\"", "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", "\"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.", "\"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.", "\"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", "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", "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" ], [ "\"This isn't a good body,\" he said. \"It's diseased. Sure, nobody's\n supposed to play the game who hasn't passed a thorough medical", "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.\"", "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", "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", "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,", "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.", "\"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", "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", "\"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?\"", "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.\"", "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", "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", "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", "When the zarquil operators were apprehended, which was not frequent—as\n they had strange powers, which, not being definable, were beyond the", "\"Sorry,\" the Vinzz said impersonally, in English that was perfect\n except for the slight dampening of the sibilants, \"but I'm afraid you\n cannot play.\"", "The green one shook his head. \"Regrettably, I do mean what I say. This\n game is really clean.\"\n\n\n \"In a town like this?\"", "\"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", "\"Why not?\" The emaciated young man began to put on his clothes.\n\n\n \"You know why. Your body is worthless. And this is a reputable house.\"", "curious tabu against mixed games, strictly enforced even though it\n kept them from tapping a vast source of potential players. There had\n also never been a recorded instance of humans and extraterrestrials" ] ]

[ "What is Ben's relationship with Charlie?", "Why doesn't Laura want to marry Ben?", "How does Ben feel about Mickey?", "Why doesn't Charlie want to go with Laura and Mickey?", "Why does Mickey decide not to go into space?", "How does Ben feel about Laura?", "Why does Ben leave Laura?", "Why does Ben tell Laura his has her wedding ring?", "What is lung-rot?" ]

[ [ "Chalie is Ben's uncle.", "Charlie is Ben's favorite teacher at the Academy.", "Charlie is Ben's grandfather.", "Charlie is the only family Ben has." ], [ "She does want to marry Ben. However, spacemen are gone all the time. She needs a partner who is going to be there for her.", "She does want to marry Ben, but spacemen can't have children.", "She doesn't want to marry Ben because they've only known each other for six weeks.", "She doesn't want to marry Ben because of the possibility of birth defects caused by space travel." ], [ "Ben thinks Mickey is a great guy, just not a great co-worker.", "Ben likes Mickey, they work well together.", "Ben does not like Mickey. He is relieved Mickey is not headed to space with him.", "Ben thinks of Mickey as his own brother." ], [ "Charlie is not really a people person. He likes Ben, but that's about it.", "Charlie is very self-conscious about his scars. He is uncomfortable around other people.", "Charlie is uncomfortable with Laura and Mickey's wealth. He feels a bit shabby because his coat is missing a button.", "Charlie is dying and Ben is the only family he has. He wants to spend his last moments with Ben." ], [ "Mickey was offered a job as Chief Jetman on the Lunar Lady.", "Mickey was offered a job at the Academy teaching astrogation. ", "Mickey thinks that if he goes into space he'll only live another five to ten years. Space travel is dangerous.", "Mickey was offered a job as Chief Jetman on the White Sands." ], [ "Ben loves Laura, but not enough to give up space travel.", "Ben thinks Laura is the one.", "Ben likes Laura but they only met 40 days ago. It's not that serious.", "Ben thinks Laura got too serious, too fast. It's only been 40 days.\n" ], [ "Ben leaves Laura because he feels guilty that he dragged Charlie to Mickey and Laura's parents.", "Ben leaves Laura because she wants kids, and he doesn't.", "Ben leaves Laura because the call to explore the universe is irresistible.", "Ben leaves Laura because he knows he'll grow to resent her if he stays." ], [ "Ben is telling her he can't marry her, so he's taking back the ring.", "Ben is telling her that even though he can't stay, she is the only woman he'll ever love.", "Ben is telling her that the marriage is over, so he's taking the ring back.", "Ben is telling her he was going to marry her but, she can't compete with the universe." ], [ "Lung-rot is a disease caused by chemicals in the Martian atmosphere.", "Lung-rot is tuberculosis.", "A disease that presents like whooping cough.", "Lung-rot is Martian slang for pneumonia. " ] ]

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[ [ "\"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 gulped helplessly, and Mickey said: \"Still going to spend the\n weekend with us, aren't you, Ben?\"", "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.\"", "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.", "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.", "Then I saw him. Good old Stardust Charlie.", "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", "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 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.", "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", "\"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", "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", "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?", "see 'em, Ben,\" he whispered. \"Where do you suppose they are?\"", "I stood staring at the cylinder.\n\n\n Charles Taggart was dead.\n\n\n Charles Taggart was Charlie. Stardust Charlie.", "I tried to laugh. \"You're good for another twenty-five years, Charlie.\"", "Stardust Charlie was as comfortable as a Martian sand-monkey in a\n shower, but he tried courageously to be himself.", "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." ], [ "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.", "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?\"", "\"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.\"", "That's what he'd say.\n\n\n And yet I wanted you, Laura. I wanted to be with you, always.", "\"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", "And among the things, Laura, I found a ring.\n\n\n A wedding ring.", "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.", "\"I know, Laura. Don't say it.\"\n\n\n You had to finish. \"It was a monster.\"", "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", "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.", "You kept looking at me until I had to ask: \"What are you thinking,\n Laura?\"", "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.", "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", "And you, Laura, were with him.\n\n\n \"Meet the Brat,\" he said. \"My sister Laura.\"", "\"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—\"", "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?\"", "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.\"", "I accepted that job teaching.\nAnd now, Laura, it's nearly midnight. You're in your room, sleeping,\n and the house is silent.", "so exciting. I'll just live a lot longer. I'm sorry, Ben.\"", "\"It doesn't change anything, Ben—right now, I mean. We can still have\n a good weekend.\"" ], [ "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?\"", "Then Mickey strode up to us. He was his normal, boyish self again,\n walking lightly, his blond, curly-haired skull swaying as if in rhythm\n with some silent melody.", "Charlie gulped helplessly, and Mickey said: \"Still going to spend the\n weekend with us, aren't you, Ben?\"", "Then Mickey stiffened. \"I see 'em, Ben! There in the fifth row!\"", "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", "A moment later Mickey said, frowning, \"What was he talking about, Ben?\n Did he make you an offer?\"", "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?\"", "And I said, slowly, my voice sounding unfamiliar and far away, \"Sure,\n I'll stay, Mickey. Sure.\"", "Usually Mickey was the same whether in a furnace-hot engine room or a\n garden party, smiling, accepting whatever the world offered. But now a", "My stomach was full of churning, biting ice. \"What are you trying to\n say, Mickey?\"", "\"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—\"", "\"No, I understand, Mickey. I'm not sore, really.\"\n\n\n \"Listen, then. You haven't accepted any offer yet, have you?\"", "\"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", "You bit your lip, not answering.\n\n\n \"What did she mean, Mickey?\"", "see 'em, Ben,\" he whispered. \"Where do you suppose they are?\"", "so exciting. I'll just live a lot longer. I'm sorry, Ben.\"", "\"Do you think I'd dare have children, Ben? Mickey told me what happened\n on the\nCyclops", "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.", "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", "\"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." ], [ "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.", "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.", "Charlie gulped helplessly, and Mickey said: \"Still going to spend the\n weekend with us, aren't you, Ben?\"", "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", "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?\"", "\"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", "And I said, slowly, my voice sounding unfamiliar and far away, \"Sure,\n I'll stay, Mickey. Sure.\"", "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", "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.", "Then Mickey strode up to us. He was his normal, boyish self again,\n walking lightly, his blond, curly-haired skull swaying as if in rhythm\n with some silent melody.", "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?\"", "\"No, I understand, Mickey. I'm not sore, really.\"\n\n\n \"Listen, then. You haven't accepted any offer yet, have you?\"", "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 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.\"", "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.", "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 you, Laura, were with him.\n\n\n \"Meet the Brat,\" he said. \"My sister Laura.\"", "You bit your lip, not answering.\n\n\n \"What did she mean, Mickey?\"", "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.", "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" ], [ "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?\"", "\"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", "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.\"", "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.", "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", "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?\"", "others alone! Let us be the first to land somewhere! Let us be the\n first!\nMickey Cameron, sitting next to me, dug an elbow into my ribs. \"I don't", "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.", "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.\"", "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", "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.", "too, for the Moon Patrol, but that's old stuff, not much better than\n teaching. I want to be in deep space.\"", "And I said, slowly, my voice sounding unfamiliar and far away, \"Sure,\n I'll stay, Mickey. Sure.\"", "\"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?\"", "\"No, I understand, Mickey. I'm not sore, really.\"\n\n\n \"Listen, then. You haven't accepted any offer yet, have you?\"", "\"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", "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?\"", "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.\"", "Then Mickey strode up to us. He was his normal, boyish self again,\n walking lightly, his blond, curly-haired skull swaying as if in rhythm\n with some silent melody.", "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?" ], [ "That's what he'd say.\n\n\n And yet I wanted you, Laura. I wanted to be with you, always.", "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 you, Laura, were with him.\n\n\n \"Meet the Brat,\" he said. \"My sister Laura.\"", "You kept looking at me until I had to ask: \"What are you thinking,\n Laura?\"", "And among the things, Laura, I found a ring.\n\n\n A wedding ring.", "\"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 know, Laura. Don't say it.\"\n\n\n You had to finish. \"It was a monster.\"", "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.", "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.", "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", "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.", "see 'em, Ben,\" he whispered. \"Where do you suppose they are?\"", "so exciting. I'll just live a lot longer. I'm sorry, Ben.\"", "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.\"", "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?\"", "I accepted that job teaching.\nAnd now, Laura, it's nearly midnight. You're in your room, sleeping,\n and the house is silent.", "\"I'm happy to meet you, Ben,\" you said. \"I've heard of no one else for\n the past year.\"", "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?\"", "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", "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." ], [ "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.", "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.", "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.", "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", "That's what he'd say.\n\n\n And yet I wanted you, Laura. I wanted to be with you, always.", "And you, Laura, were with him.\n\n\n \"Meet the Brat,\" he said. \"My sister Laura.\"", "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 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.", "\"I know, Laura. Don't say it.\"\n\n\n You had to finish. \"It was a monster.\"", "\"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—\"", "And among the things, Laura, I found a ring.\n\n\n A wedding ring.", "\"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", "\"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.\"", "so exciting. I'll just live a lot longer. I'm sorry, Ben.\"", "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", "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?\"", "You kept looking at me until I had to ask: \"What are you thinking,\n 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.", "see 'em, Ben,\" he whispered. \"Where do you suppose they are?\"", "\"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" ], [ "And among the things, Laura, I found a ring.\n\n\n A wedding ring.", "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 have two wedding rings with me—his wife's ring and yours.", "That's what he'd say.\n\n\n And yet I wanted you, Laura. I wanted to be with you, always.", "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?\"", "And you, Laura, were with him.\n\n\n \"Meet the Brat,\" he said. \"My sister Laura.\"", "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?\"", "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", "\"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—\"", "\"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.", "\"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?\"", "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", "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.", "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.\"", "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.", "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'm happy to meet you, Ben,\" you said. \"I've heard of no one else for\n the past year.\"", "so exciting. I'll just live a lot longer. I'm sorry, Ben.\"" ], [ "in your lungs. I'd never been to Mars before, but I knew better'n that.\n Hell, I says, that ain't whoopin' cough, that's lung-rot.\"", "with dirty feet for company. And a sudden cough that would be the first\n sign of lung-rot.\nTo hell with it!", "Then there was a Latin name which was more polite than the word\n \"lung-rot\" and the metallic phrase, \"This message brought to you by\n courtesy of United Nations Earth-Luna Communication Corps.\"", "He coughed again, a deep, rasping cough that filled his eyes with tears.\n\n\n \"Not used to this Earth air,\" he muttered. \"What I need's some Martian\n climate.\"", "Skipper started coughing, kept it up for three days. Whoopin' cough,\n the medic says, not knowin' the air had chemicals that turned to acid", "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.", "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.", "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.", "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.", "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", "And the left side of his face was streaked with dark scar tissue, the\n result of an atomic blowup on one of the old Moon ships. I was so", "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.", "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", "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.\"", "I stood staring at the cylinder.\n\n\n Charles Taggart was dead.\n\n\n Charles Taggart was Charlie. Stardust Charlie.", "in cool, comfortable houses. To be one of the solid, rooted people with\n a wife and kids. To be one of the people who live long enough to grow", "My stomach was full of churning, biting ice. \"What are you trying to\n say, Mickey?\"", "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.", "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.", "At the dinner table he stared glassily at nothing and grated, \"Only hit\n Mars once, but I'll never forget the kid who called himself a medic." ] ]

[ "Of all the individuals described in the article, who seemed to make the riskiest decision described?", "What was the overall structure of the article?", "What is one major advantage that Dole had over Bush?", "What was something that Dole, Bauer, and McCain all have in common?", "What makes Buchanan different from the other candidates?", "What makes Dole different from the other candidates?" ]

[ [ "McCain", "Buchanan", "Dole", "Bauer" ], [ "Describing the progress of a few candidates during the primaries", "Describing a few major candidates and their core beliefs during and at the end of the primaries", "Describing George W. Bush's decisions over the course of the presidential primaries", "Describing every candidate's major decisions over the course of the presidential primaries" ], [ "Dole cared about the environment which was refreshing to the voters", "Dole was a woman which made her more sympathetic to female voters", "Dole had a surprising amount of financial backing", "Dole had spent more time in politics than Bush" ], [ "They were all trying to justify their position in the primaries", "They were all trying to secure financial backing", "They all had very small odds of winning overall", "They all had things that were actively going against their personal record" ], [ "He had less financial backing than most of them (he had almost no financial backing at all)", "He had different politics than the others", "He was more moderate than the others", "He cared about meeting with Americans in person during his campaigning more than the rest of them did" ], [ "Dole had significant financial backing from the fruit company of the same name", "She's more conservative than the others", "She's more sympathetic to the voters because of her upbringing", "A certain part of her identity might make her sympathetic to the voters in a way that would not work for the other candidates" ] ]

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[ [ "Fox News' Carl Cameron put it: \"The other seven candidates", "the Nation that he, too, \"almost took a pass on", "him instead of principle. \"I've taken a lot of unpopular", "would show up. She, therefore, I think, is the biggest", "lot of very skeptical stories about whether her people would", "2. Ames meant death for others. Noting that McCain", "of candidates\" and that lower finishers might soon perish. On", "the rest of the pack\"--or at least distinguished him from", "telling reporters that he had reached \"the first rung of", "On Meet the Press , he called himself the \"breakout", "the fact, when all the other candidates decide that an", "the big winner may be Elizabeth Dole,\" concluded Time .", "Pundits bought the three-winners line, treating Ames as a", "2. Experience. Having narrowed the field to three, Dole", "the winners, others offered him the next best position--\"leading the", "Ames \"meaningless.\" His chutzpah bowled over the pundits.", "4. Underdog. Bauer couldn't claim to be more strapped", "on this. It wasn't until George Bush said he was", "1. Ames meant nothing to him. Despite having skipped", "none. On every talk show, Dole vowed \"to demonstrate that" ], [ "Week , George Will conceded, \"There had been a lot", "So here's how", "the post-poll analysis. Pundits concluded that Bauer \"did what", "Forbes. Forbes will frame it as a fight between the", "for Right,\" the Post proclaimed, concluding that because Forbes failed", "telling reporters that he had reached \"the first rung of", "we come in fourth place.\" Newsweek 's David Brooks wrote", "concluded, as Lisa Myers put it on Meet the Press", "the Washington Post 's front page proclaimed. On This Week", ", the New York Times , the Los Angeles Times ,", "and portrayed the 83 votes he won in the straw", "to you.\" For this, the media executed Quayle and spared", "the straw poll,\" McCain regally announced, \"I will review the", "Fox News' Carl Cameron put it: \"The other seven candidates", "medal,\" \"win, place, and show\"), Bauer changed metaphors, telling", "Pundits bought the three-winners line, treating Ames as a", "none. On every talk show, Dole vowed \"to demonstrate that", "and the media took his side. \"Forbes, Bauer Battle for", "on this. It wasn't until George Bush said he was", "marveled at her \"surprisingly\" strong third. \"Dole Revived,\" the" ], [ "Elizabeth Dole trounced George Bush and Steve Forbes.\" Reporters love", "running against Bush. But Dole's third-place finish at Ames,", "Dole \"the winner of this contest-within-the-contest.\" Dole touted", "that distinguishes Dole. She hardly needs to mention it--the media", "to play Bush. Despite Forbes' huge financial advantage, \"we finished", "At a news conference, an aide introduced Dole as the", "strapped than Dole, so he claimed underdog status on the", "prevails, either Bush or Dole will have vanquished the other", "the Post . Instead, \"he finished closer to Dole than", "spin win. Like Dole, he won a crucial", "1. Top three. Dole needed to get within striking", "Forbes, and Dole. Though Dole's 14 percent was closer", "other in the moderate semifinal. Indeed, Dole's success at", "finished close to second,\" Dole told reporters Saturday night. \"This", "the big winner may be Elizabeth Dole,\" concluded Time .", "himself. Dole will exploit feminism as well as feminine", "third. Elizabeth Dole won that.\" The Boston Globe called Dole", "4. Comeback kid. Dismissive coverage of Dole before the", "3. Underdog. In every TV interview, Dole claimed to", "2. Experience. Having narrowed the field to three, Dole" ], [ "At a news conference, an aide introduced Dole as the", "1. Top four. Like Dole, Bauer needed to crack", "that distinguishes Dole. She hardly needs to mention it--the media", "Dole \"the winner of this contest-within-the-contest.\" Dole touted", "3. Underdog. In every TV interview, Dole claimed to", "in third and fourth--Elizabeth Dole and Gary Bauer--and the", "1. Top three. Dole needed to get within striking", "Forbes, and Dole. Though Dole's 14 percent was closer", "third. Elizabeth Dole won that.\" The Boston Globe called Dole", "2. Experience. Having narrowed the field to three, Dole", "the field dwindles to Bush, Forbes, and Bauer, McCain", "himself. Dole will exploit feminism as well as feminine", "none. On every talk show, Dole vowed \"to demonstrate that", "and joined Dole as the two surviving \"Have-Not candidates.\"", "spin win. Like Dole, he won a crucial", "running against Bush. But Dole's third-place finish at Ames,", "the Post . Instead, \"he finished closer to Dole than", "the big winner may be Elizabeth Dole,\" concluded Time .", "McCain can sell himself as the only experienced officeholder running", "Elizabeth Dole trounced George Bush and Steve Forbes.\" Reporters love" ], [ "Buchanan fends off comparisons to Bauer by emphasizing his", "Fox News' Carl Cameron put it: \"The other seven candidates", "1. Buchanan will defect. Since Buchanan's combativeness and", "what he had to do ... beat Pat Buchanan,\" and", "crucial \"contest-within-the-contest.\" His scant margin over Pat Buchanan--8.9", "the fact, when all the other candidates decide that an", "Bauer and Buchanan, Forbes anointed himself \"the conservative in", "2. Populism. With Buchanan out of the way,", "Bauer and asked whether Buchanan was finished.", "Republican candidates.\" Why does McCain get a bye? Because he", "McCain can sell himself as the only experienced officeholder running", "2. Race for third. Since Bush and Forbes were", "of candidates\" and that lower finishers might soon perish. On", "candidates--as evidence of his strength.", "and therefore \"can legitimately say he is the candidate of", "in a two-man race\" against Bush. Bauer disagreed, and", "show hosts reminded Buchanan that he had lost to Bauer", "agrees that George W. Bush is the front-runner, that Steve", "On Meet the Press , he called himself the \"breakout", "a candidate, his rivals have persuaded the media at least" ], [ "Dole \"the winner of this contest-within-the-contest.\" Dole touted", "that distinguishes Dole. She hardly needs to mention it--the media", "At a news conference, an aide introduced Dole as the", "himself. Dole will exploit feminism as well as feminine", "1. Top three. Dole needed to get within striking", "Dole needs to focus the contest on criteria that favor", "Forbes, and Dole. Though Dole's 14 percent was closer", "other in the moderate semifinal. Indeed, Dole's success at", "2. Experience. Having narrowed the field to three, Dole", "none. On every talk show, Dole vowed \"to demonstrate that", "3. Underdog. In every TV interview, Dole claimed to", "running against Bush. But Dole's third-place finish at Ames,", "strapped than Dole, so he claimed underdog status on the", "spin win. Like Dole, he won a crucial", "and joined Dole as the two surviving \"Have-Not candidates.\"", "the Post . Instead, \"he finished closer to Dole than", "Fox News' Carl Cameron put it: \"The other seven candidates", "finished close to second,\" Dole told reporters Saturday night. \"This", "4. Comeback kid. Dismissive coverage of Dole before the", "Elizabeth Dole trounced George Bush and Steve Forbes.\" Reporters love" ] ]

[ "Of the following options, what traits best describe Purnie?", "What is NOT true of Purnie?", "What is NOT a technological/social advancement involved in this story?", "What is the tone like throughout the story?", "What is the relationship like between Purnie and his new friends?", "Why is the first part of the story so important?", "What were Purnie's friends like in this story?", "What was the purpose of the box in the story?", "Why was the water important in this story?" ]

[ [ "Kind and Naive", "Resourceful and prepared", "Careful and brave", "Cautious and dilligent" ], [ "Purnie isn't human", "Purnie meets his best friends", "Purnie is thoughtful", "Purnie is young" ], [ "Radiation impacting life forms", "Time travel", "Teleportation", "Colonization of other planets" ], [ "Happy throughout", "Calm to intense", "Sad throughout", "Joyous to sad" ], [ "They don't get along at all", "Purnie likes his new friends more than they like him", "His new friends like Purnie more than Purnie likes them", "They all get along well" ], [ "It lets the reader know that it's Purnie's birthday (which becomes important later)", "It lets the reader see how Purnie interacts with his family", "It shows the reader a skill that Purnie's been practicing", "It give great detail of the setting (which Purnie has to use later in the story to his advantage)" ], [ "Self-interested and ignorant", "Intelligent and caring", "Malicious and blunt", "Sweet and charming" ], [ "To transport Purnie", "To kill Purnie", "To save Purnie from the environment", "To heal Purnie's injuries" ], [ "It's where Purnie went searching for a device to help his friends", "It's where Purnie likes to hang out with his friends", "It's where Purnie gets most of his food source", "It's where Purnie went to save his friends" ] ]

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[ [ "\"I didn't mean it!\" Purnie screamed. \"I'm sorry! Can't you hear?\" He\n hopped back and forth near the edge of the rise, torn with panic and", "\"That's my responsibility, Cabot, not yours. Now go on.\"\nAs Purnie lay gathering strength for the long trek home, he saw through", "interrupted in the least; their respective tasks had been performed\n with continuing sureness. It was time itself that Purnie had stopped,\n not the world around him.", "When they stopped, Purnie stopped. At first he had been interested in\n the strange sounds they were making, but as he grew used to them, and", "Purnie was tired. First the time-stopping, then this. While this day\n had brought more fun and excitement than he could have hoped for,", "now!\"\nWhen the three animals went back to join the rest of their group, the\n first two resumed walking. Purnie followed along.", "him. For Purnie, this would be death. If he had to lose consciousness,\n he knew he must first resume time.", "Purnie's eyes stared, without seeing, at the panorama before him. The\n beach was deserted now, and his gaze was transfixed on a shimmering", "Before starting his climb up the knoll, he passed a tripon which, true\n to its reputation, was comical even in fright. Startled by the loud\n explosion, it had jumped four feet into the air before Purnie had", "friends played very rough!\nPurnie ran laughing and shouting through the forest until he could run\n no more. He fell headlong into a patch of blue moss and whooped with", "\"Hi there!\" Purnie called. When he got no reaction, he remembered that\n he himself was \"dead\" to the living world: he was still in a zone of", "\"Come on, baby. Here you go. That's a boy!\"\nPurnie took in these sounds with perplexed concern. He sensed the", "Another, with the weight removed, rolled over like an iron statue into\n a new position. Purnie whimpered in black misery as he surveyed the\n chaotic scene before him.", "the spot where Purnie now stood. Some distance behind them were eight\n more, each of whom were motionless in a curious pose of interrupted\n animation. And down in the water, where the ocean ran itself into thin", "The pang in his leg was nothing: Purnie's misery lay in his confusion.\n What had he done wrong? When he saw the noose spinning toward him", "The tripon thought Purnie's feat was superb. It stopped munching long\n enough to give him a salutory wag of its rump before returning to its\n repast.", "will you get this bug-eyed kangaroo away from me!\" Purnie shrieked with\n joy at this new frolic and promptly stood on his head. In this position", "\"Where are you?\"\n\n\n Purnie paid little attention to the antics of his friend; he was\n beyond understanding. He wondered what they would say at home when he\n returned.", "With everything around him in a state of perfect tableau, Purnie\n hurried toward the ocean.", "The party came to life once more. His friends ran this way and that,\n and at last Purnie knew that the idea was to get him into the box." ], [ "\"I didn't mean it!\" Purnie screamed. \"I'm sorry! Can't you hear?\" He\n hopped back and forth near the edge of the rise, torn with panic and", "\"That's my responsibility, Cabot, not yours. Now go on.\"\nAs Purnie lay gathering strength for the long trek home, he saw through", "interrupted in the least; their respective tasks had been performed\n with continuing sureness. It was time itself that Purnie had stopped,\n not the world around him.", "When they stopped, Purnie stopped. At first he had been interested in\n the strange sounds they were making, but as he grew used to them, and", "him. For Purnie, this would be death. If he had to lose consciousness,\n he knew he must first resume time.", "\"Hi there!\" Purnie called. When he got no reaction, he remembered that\n he himself was \"dead\" to the living world: he was still in a zone of", "Purnie was tired. First the time-stopping, then this. While this day\n had brought more fun and excitement than he could have hoped for,", "Purnie's eyes stared, without seeing, at the panorama before him. The\n beach was deserted now, and his gaze was transfixed on a shimmering", "The pang in his leg was nothing: Purnie's misery lay in his confusion.\n What had he done wrong? When he saw the noose spinning toward him", "now!\"\nWhen the three animals went back to join the rest of their group, the\n first two resumed walking. Purnie followed along.", "Before starting his climb up the knoll, he passed a tripon which, true\n to its reputation, was comical even in fright. Startled by the loud\n explosion, it had jumped four feet into the air before Purnie had", "Another, with the weight removed, rolled over like an iron statue into\n a new position. Purnie whimpered in black misery as he surveyed the\n chaotic scene before him.", "\"Come on, baby. Here you go. That's a boy!\"\nPurnie took in these sounds with perplexed concern. He sensed the", "The tripon thought Purnie's feat was superb. It stopped munching long\n enough to give him a salutory wag of its rump before returning to its\n repast.", "the spot where Purnie now stood. Some distance behind them were eight\n more, each of whom were motionless in a curious pose of interrupted\n animation. And down in the water, where the ocean ran itself into thin", "logs. Purnie worked the animal free and pulled it ashore.", "\"Where are you?\"\n\n\n Purnie paid little attention to the antics of his friend; he was\n beyond understanding. He wondered what they would say at home when he\n returned.", "friends played very rough!\nPurnie ran laughing and shouting through the forest until he could run\n no more. He fell headlong into a patch of blue moss and whooped with", "\"Hah-hah-hah! Seventeen! Benson, I'm holding you personally responsible\n for this. Hee-hee!\"\nPurnie opened his eyes as consciousness returned. Had his friends gone?", "The party came to life once more. His friends ran this way and that,\n and at last Purnie knew that the idea was to get him into the box." ], [ "When they stopped, Purnie stopped. At first he had been interested in\n the strange sounds they were making, but as he grew used to them, and", "slowly and carefully. He knew there was no hurry—at least, not as far\n as his friends' safety was concerned. No matter what their condition\n of life or death was at this moment, it would stay the same way until", "Then, without knowing exactly when it happened, his mind took\n command....\nHis friends came to life. The first one he saw stir lay on his stomach", "interrupted in the least; their respective tasks had been performed\n with continuing sureness. It was time itself that Purnie had stopped,\n not the world around him.", "space ships some place to go. It's people like me who pour good money\n into a chancey job like this, so that people like you can get away from\n thirteen-story tenement houses. Did you ever think of that?\"", "His eyes took quick inventory. It was exactly as he knew it would be:\n the milky-orange stream had become motionless and its minute whirlpools", "care not to brush against it or disturb its interrupted task. When\n Purnie had stopped time, the bees—like all the other creatures he\n met—had been arrested in their native activities, and he knew that as", "activity. He heard the roar of the crashing orange breakers, he tasted\n the dew of acid that floated from the spray, and he saw his new friends", "these creatures around here someplace. And to think of those damn fools\n on Earth with their plutonium piles! Hah! Now I'll have investors\nflocking", "with them. But he knew at last that theirs was a game he didn't fit\n into. Now there was nothing left but to resume time and start the", "\"Damn it all, will you stop referring to this as a real-estate deal?\n What I'm doing is big, man. Big! This is pioneering.\"", "far from home. He chose to ignore the oft-repeated statement that an\n hour of time-stopping consumed more energy than a week of foot-racing.\n He chose to ignore the negative maxim that \"small children who stop", "\"Forbes, you fool! Put away that gun!\"\n\n\n \"There you are, boys. It's all in knowing how. Just winged him, that's\n all. Now pick him up.\"", "\"Good God, man, aren't you human? We've only been on this planet twenty\n minutes! Naturally they want to look around. They half expected to find", "\"There is, there is. Much more. I've taken care of all requirements set\n down by law to make my claim. But the flag? Well, you might say it", "wrong. Then he thought that by sneaking a glance at them as he passed,\n he might see a sign pointing to their purpose. He limped by one who had", "The pang in his leg was nothing: Purnie's misery lay in his confusion.\n What had he done wrong? When he saw the noose spinning toward him", "\"Look around you, Cabot. Can you see anyone moving?\"\n\n\n \"The men on the beach are nearly buried, Captain. And the rest of us\n here in the water—\"", "\"Tell me something. What was the most unusual thing you noticed back\n there?\"\n\n\n \"You must be kidding, sir. Why, the way those logs were off of us\n suddenly—\"", "Purnie could wait no longer. The tides were all but covering one of the\n animals, and soon the others would be in the same plight. Disregarding\n the consequences, he ordered time to stop." ], [ "slowly and carefully. He knew there was no hurry—at least, not as far\n as his friends' safety was concerned. No matter what their condition\n of life or death was at this moment, it would stay the same way until", "Before starting his climb up the knoll, he passed a tripon which, true\n to its reputation, was comical even in fright. Startled by the loud\n explosion, it had jumped four feet into the air before Purnie had", "When they stopped, Purnie stopped. At first he had been interested in\n the strange sounds they were making, but as he grew used to them, and", "\"I swear he knows what we're saying. Look at those eyes.\"\n\n\n \"All right, careful now with that line.\"", "The pang in his leg was nothing: Purnie's misery lay in his confusion.\n What had he done wrong? When he saw the noose spinning toward him", "His eyes took quick inventory. It was exactly as he knew it would be:\n the milky-orange stream had become motionless and its minute whirlpools", "\"Where are you?\"\n\n\n Purnie paid little attention to the antics of his friend; he was\n beyond understanding. He wondered what they would say at home when he\n returned.", "Then, without knowing exactly when it happened, his mind took\n command....\nHis friends came to life. The first one he saw stir lay on his stomach", "\"Come on, baby. Here you go. That's a boy!\"\nPurnie took in these sounds with perplexed concern. He sensed the", "Another, with the weight removed, rolled over like an iron statue into\n a new position. Purnie whimpered in black misery as he surveyed the\n chaotic scene before him.", "\"He's sitting down there in the water, Captain, crying like a baby. Or\n laughing. I can't tell which.\"", "surprised at himself for running away. Why had he done it? He wondered.\n Never before had he felt this fleeting twinge that made him want to\n protect himself.", "The lapping tide threatened to cover those in the orange surf.\nPurnie worked his way down the hill, imploring them to save themselves.\n The sounds they made carried a new tone, a desperate foreboding of\n death.", "The scene around him became a tableau once more. The noose hung\n motionless over his head while the rest of the rope snaked its way in", "\"Tell me something. What was the most unusual thing you noticed back\n there?\"\n\n\n \"You must be kidding, sir. Why, the way those logs were off of us\n suddenly—\"", "\"I didn't mean it!\" Purnie screamed. \"I'm sorry! Can't you hear?\" He\n hopped back and forth near the edge of the rise, torn with panic and", "the wonders of the beach country. The stories he had heard from his\n brothers and their friends had taunted him for as long as he could\n remember. So many times had he heard these thrilling tales that now,", "\"Forbes, you fool! Put away that gun!\"\n\n\n \"There you are, boys. It's all in knowing how. Just winged him, that's\n all. Now pick him up.\"", "\"Hi there!\" he called again; but now his mental attitude was that he\n expected time to resume. It did! Immediately he was surrounded by", "the spot where Purnie now stood. Some distance behind them were eight\n more, each of whom were motionless in a curious pose of interrupted\n animation. And down in the water, where the ocean ran itself into thin" ], [ "When they stopped, Purnie stopped. At first he had been interested in\n the strange sounds they were making, but as he grew used to them, and", "The party came to life once more. His friends ran this way and that,\n and at last Purnie knew that the idea was to get him into the box.", "friends played very rough!\nPurnie ran laughing and shouting through the forest until he could run\n no more. He fell headlong into a patch of blue moss and whooped with", "now!\"\nWhen the three animals went back to join the rest of their group, the\n first two resumed walking. Purnie followed along.", "\"Hi there!\" Purnie called. When he got no reaction, he remembered that\n he himself was \"dead\" to the living world: he was still in a zone of", "And there were new friends everywhere! Overhead, a flock of spora were\n frozen in a steep glide, preparatory to a beach landing. Purnie had", "\"Where are you?\"\n\n\n Purnie paid little attention to the antics of his friend; he was\n beyond understanding. He wondered what they would say at home when he\n returned.", "Purnie was tired. First the time-stopping, then this. While this day\n had brought more fun and excitement than he could have hoped for,", "interrupted in the least; their respective tasks had been performed\n with continuing sureness. It was time itself that Purnie had stopped,\n not the world around him.", "\"Come on, baby. Here you go. That's a boy!\"\nPurnie took in these sounds with perplexed concern. He sensed the", "\"That's my responsibility, Cabot, not yours. Now go on.\"\nAs Purnie lay gathering strength for the long trek home, he saw through", "the spot where Purnie now stood. Some distance behind them were eight\n more, each of whom were motionless in a curious pose of interrupted\n animation. And down in the water, where the ocean ran itself into thin", "\"I didn't mean it!\" Purnie screamed. \"I'm sorry! Can't you hear?\" He\n hopped back and forth near the edge of the rise, torn with panic and", "Another, with the weight removed, rolled over like an iron statue into\n a new position. Purnie whimpered in black misery as he surveyed the\n chaotic scene before him.", "Purnie's eyes stared, without seeing, at the panorama before him. The\n beach was deserted now, and his gaze was transfixed on a shimmering", "He didn't have to wait long. The animals forming the circle stepped\n back and made way for two others who came through carrying a box.\n Purnie sat up to watch the show.", "and pounded his fists on the beach. A flood of relief settled over\n Purnie as sounds came from the animal.", "activity. He heard the roar of the crashing orange breakers, he tasted\n the dew of acid that floated from the spray, and he saw his new friends", "The tripon thought Purnie's feat was superb. It stopped munching long\n enough to give him a salutory wag of its rump before returning to its\n repast.", "Before starting his climb up the knoll, he passed a tripon which, true\n to its reputation, was comical even in fright. Startled by the loud\n explosion, it had jumped four feet into the air before Purnie had" ], [ "Then, without knowing exactly when it happened, his mind took\n command....\nHis friends came to life. The first one he saw stir lay on his stomach", "slowly and carefully. He knew there was no hurry—at least, not as far\n as his friends' safety was concerned. No matter what their condition\n of life or death was at this moment, it would stay the same way until", "When they stopped, Purnie stopped. At first he had been interested in\n the strange sounds they were making, but as he grew used to them, and", "Before starting his climb up the knoll, he passed a tripon which, true\n to its reputation, was comical even in fright. Startled by the loud\n explosion, it had jumped four feet into the air before Purnie had", "He saw the noose spinning down toward his head, and, before he knew\n it, he had scooted out of the circle and up the sandy beach. He was", "surprised at himself for running away. Why had he done it? He wondered.\n Never before had he felt this fleeting twinge that made him want to\n protect himself.", "wrong. Then he thought that by sneaking a glance at them as he passed,\n he might see a sign pointing to their purpose. He limped by one who had", "\"Tell me something. What was the most unusual thing you noticed back\n there?\"\n\n\n \"You must be kidding, sir. Why, the way those logs were off of us\n suddenly—\"", "Purnie could wait no longer. The tides were all but covering one of the\n animals, and soon the others would be in the same plight. Disregarding\n the consequences, he ordered time to stop.", "\"Forbes, you fool! Put away that gun!\"\n\n\n \"There you are, boys. It's all in knowing how. Just winged him, that's\n all. Now pick him up.\"", "The pang in his leg was nothing: Purnie's misery lay in his confusion.\n What had he done wrong? When he saw the noose spinning toward him", "\"There is, there is. Much more. I've taken care of all requirements set\n down by law to make my claim. But the flag? Well, you might say it", "He picked up the spirit of the tease, and deliberately ran within a\n few feet of the lead box, then, just as the nearest pursuer was about", "the wonders of the beach country. The stories he had heard from his\n brothers and their friends had taunted him for as long as he could\n remember. So many times had he heard these thrilling tales that now,", "Purnie moved across the top of the rockpile for a last look at his\n friends. His weight on the end of the first log started the slide.", "him. For Purnie, this would be death. If he had to lose consciousness,\n he knew he must first resume time.", "He gave up trying to stay with them. Why did they move so fast, anyway?\n What was the hurry? As he sat down and began eating his lunch, three", "\"That's my responsibility, Cabot, not yours. Now go on.\"\nAs Purnie lay gathering strength for the long trek home, he saw through", "\"I didn't mean it!\" Purnie screamed. \"I'm sorry! Can't you hear?\" He\n hopped back and forth near the edge of the rise, torn with panic and", "By now they had formed a widening circle around him, and he was hard\n put to think of an encore. He gambled on trying a brand new trick: he\n stood on one leg." ], [ "The party came to life once more. His friends ran this way and that,\n and at last Purnie knew that the idea was to get him into the box.", "friends played very rough!\nPurnie ran laughing and shouting through the forest until he could run\n no more. He fell headlong into a patch of blue moss and whooped with", "When they stopped, Purnie stopped. At first he had been interested in\n the strange sounds they were making, but as he grew used to them, and", "\"Hi there!\" Purnie called. When he got no reaction, he remembered that\n he himself was \"dead\" to the living world: he was still in a zone of", "\"Where are you?\"\n\n\n Purnie paid little attention to the antics of his friend; he was\n beyond understanding. He wondered what they would say at home when he\n returned.", "the spot where Purnie now stood. Some distance behind them were eight\n more, each of whom were motionless in a curious pose of interrupted\n animation. And down in the water, where the ocean ran itself into thin", "interrupted in the least; their respective tasks had been performed\n with continuing sureness. It was time itself that Purnie had stopped,\n not the world around him.", "\"I didn't mean it!\" Purnie screamed. \"I'm sorry! Can't you hear?\" He\n hopped back and forth near the edge of the rise, torn with panic and", "\"That's my responsibility, Cabot, not yours. Now go on.\"\nAs Purnie lay gathering strength for the long trek home, he saw through", "Another, with the weight removed, rolled over like an iron statue into\n a new position. Purnie whimpered in black misery as he surveyed the\n chaotic scene before him.", "\"Hah-hah-hah! Seventeen! Benson, I'm holding you personally responsible\n for this. Hee-hee!\"\nPurnie opened his eyes as consciousness returned. Had his friends gone?", "now!\"\nWhen the three animals went back to join the rest of their group, the\n first two resumed walking. Purnie followed along.", "Purnie was tired. First the time-stopping, then this. While this day\n had brought more fun and excitement than he could have hoped for,", "And there were new friends everywhere! Overhead, a flock of spora were\n frozen in a steep glide, preparatory to a beach landing. Purnie had", "Purnie's eyes stared, without seeing, at the panorama before him. The\n beach was deserted now, and his gaze was transfixed on a shimmering", "Purnie moved across the top of the rockpile for a last look at his\n friends. His weight on the end of the first log started the slide.", "\"Come on, baby. Here you go. That's a boy!\"\nPurnie took in these sounds with perplexed concern. He sensed the", "Before starting his climb up the knoll, he passed a tripon which, true\n to its reputation, was comical even in fright. Startled by the loud\n explosion, it had jumped four feet into the air before Purnie had", "He didn't have to wait long. The animals forming the circle stepped\n back and made way for two others who came through carrying a box.\n Purnie sat up to watch the show.", "him. For Purnie, this would be death. If he had to lose consciousness,\n he knew he must first resume time." ], [ "The party came to life once more. His friends ran this way and that,\n and at last Purnie knew that the idea was to get him into the box.", "He didn't have to wait long. The animals forming the circle stepped\n back and made way for two others who came through carrying a box.\n Purnie sat up to watch the show.", "\"Now look here! You had planned to put\nmineral\nspecimens in a lead\n box, so what's the difference? Put him in a box.\"\n\n\n \"He'll die.\"", "\"All right, you people, what's going on here? Get him in that box. What\n did you do with him?\"", "He picked up the spirit of the tease, and deliberately ran within a\n few feet of the lead box, then, just as the nearest pursuer was about", "He hobbled by another who held a small box that had previously made a\n hissing sound whenever Purnie was near. These things told him nothing.", "\"This thing's going wild, Captain. It's almost off scale.\"\nPurnie saw one of the animals hovering around him with a little box.", "wrong. Then he thought that by sneaking a glance at them as he passed,\n he might see a sign pointing to their purpose. He limped by one who had", "He watched the animals huddle around the box on the beach, their\n attention apparently diverted to something else. He wished now that he\n had not run away; he felt he had lost his chance to join in their fun.", "When they stopped, Purnie stopped. At first he had been interested in\n the strange sounds they were making, but as he grew used to them, and", "\"Benson, I must have that animal! Put him in a box.\"\n\n\n \"Now wait a minute, Forbes. Universal Law forbids—\"", "slowly and carefully. He knew there was no hurry—at least, not as far\n as his friends' safety was concerned. No matter what their condition\n of life or death was at this moment, it would stay the same way until", "\"I have you under contract, Benson! You are responsible to me, and\n what's more, you are on my property. Put him in a box.\"", "Purnie could wait no longer. The tides were all but covering one of the\n animals, and soon the others would be in the same plight. Disregarding\n the consequences, he ordered time to stop.", "He saw the noose spinning down toward his head, and, before he knew\n it, he had scooted out of the circle and up the sandy beach. He was", "The pang in his leg was nothing: Purnie's misery lay in his confusion.\n What had he done wrong? When he saw the noose spinning toward him", "Another, with the weight removed, rolled over like an iron statue into\n a new position. Purnie whimpered in black misery as he surveyed the\n chaotic scene before him.", "surprised at himself for running away. Why had he done it? He wondered.\n Never before had he felt this fleeting twinge that made him want to\n protect himself.", "\"Well, I guess as long as we were trapped, he figured we couldn't do\n him any more harm.... I'm sorry, that was a stupid answer. I guess I'm\n still a little shaky.\"", "Then, without knowing exactly when it happened, his mind took\n command....\nHis friends came to life. The first one he saw stir lay on his stomach" ], [ "His eyes took quick inventory. It was exactly as he knew it would be:\n the milky-orange stream had become motionless and its minute whirlpools", "Purnie could wait no longer. The tides were all but covering one of the\n animals, and soon the others would be in the same plight. Disregarding\n the consequences, he ordered time to stop.", "he started time again. He made his way deeper into the orange liquid,\n where a raised hand signalled the location of a submerged body. The\n hand was clutching a large white banner that was tangled among the", "\"He's sitting down there in the water, Captain, crying like a baby. Or\n laughing. I can't tell which.\"", "He saw the noose spinning down toward his head, and, before he knew\n it, he had scooted out of the circle and up the sandy beach. He was", "When they stopped, Purnie stopped. At first he had been interested in\n the strange sounds they were making, but as he grew used to them, and", "\"On your mark!\" he shouted to the rippling stream and its orange\n whirlpools. He glanced furtively from side to side, pretending that", "to push him in, he sidestepped onto safer ground. Then he heard a\n deafening roar and felt a warm, wet sting in one of his legs.", "slowly and carefully. He knew there was no hurry—at least, not as far\n as his friends' safety was concerned. No matter what their condition\n of life or death was at this moment, it would stay the same way until", "the spot where Purnie now stood. Some distance behind them were eight\n more, each of whom were motionless in a curious pose of interrupted\n animation. And down in the water, where the ocean ran itself into thin", "Scarcely noticing his own injured leg, he ferried one victim after\n another until there were no more in the surf. Up on the beach, he", "He knew, too, that at this moment, in the forest, the little brook\n picked up its flow where it had left off, the purple clouds resumed", "Wading down into the surf, he worked a log off one victim, then he\n tugged the animal up to the sand. Through blinding tears, Purnie worked", "and pounded his fists on the beach. A flood of relief settled over\n Purnie as sounds came from the animal.", "Purnie's eyes stared, without seeing, at the panorama before him. The\n beach was deserted now, and his gaze was transfixed on a shimmering", "activity. He heard the roar of the crashing orange breakers, he tasted\n the dew of acid that floated from the spray, and he saw his new friends", "Then, without knowing exactly when it happened, his mind took\n command....\nHis friends came to life. The first one he saw stir lay on his stomach", "shame. \"Get up! Please get up!\" He was horrified by the moans reaching\n his ears from the beach. \"You're getting all wet! Did you hear me?", "His heart sank. He wasn't afraid of death, and he knew that if he died\n the oceans would roll again and his friends would move about. But he\n wanted to see them safe.", "\"Look around you, Cabot. Can you see anyone moving?\"\n\n\n \"The men on the beach are nearly buried, Captain. And the rest of us\n here in the water—\"" ] ]

[ "The tone of the story, especially towards its end, is delivered very simplistically, in an almost child-like fashion. This is to show that the story", "What do the characters refer to as \"the world?\"", "The first time Rikud feels pain or discomfort is when", "What caused the ship to leave its planet initially?", "What is not a theme explored in this story?", "What has conditioning done to the characters?", "As the story reaches its climax, the antagonist is", "One of the main causes of trepidation as Riduk prepares to enter the garden is", "The characters experience many emotions for the first time during the events of this story. What emotion(s) push the characters through the door." ]

[ [ "is like a fable. It offers a moral to the story and teaches a truth about society.", "is like a fairy-tale because the characters go on a magical journey, but its main purpose as a story is to decieve.", "is like a ghost story. It frightens the reader by playing on the dark and supernatural.", "is like mythology because it is folklore that explains society's origins." ], [ "Their ship, which is all they have ever known.", "The men's quarters, which is all they have ever known.", "The planet they are preparing to plummet onto.", "They use it as a general term for the \"universe.\"" ], [ "the light he peered into was too bright, and his eyes hurt as a result.", "he tried to hit his head intentionally.", "he experienced hunger for the first time.", "he hits his head and bleeds for the first time." ], [ "There was a shortage of women, and the main characters were sent to find mates.", "The reason is never disclosed.", "The planet they were from ran out of viable resources.", "They are explorers who got lost, and their fate was to drift the universe." ], [ "Change is necessary and inevitable for survival.", "Fear is a powerful motivator.", "Perception can often be all-encompassing.", "Equality must be realized." ], [ "It has kept them in shape, both mentally and physically, and ready to face the struggles they encounter.", "Nothing. They were left to their own devices for so long that they abandoned any notion.", "It has made them fear one another. ", "It has become a way of life for them. Without the buzzer, their life as they know it ceases to exist." ], [ "Wilm, who appeared out of the blue.", "The garden, because it holds so many evils for the characters as they enter.", "Chuls, as it had been from the story's rising action.", "Crifer, the only person Rikud ever thought of as a companion." ], [ "nothing. Riduk is ready to go.", "is its vast endlessness.", "Riduk is fearful that his shipmates will want to go with him, and he wants the garden and its beauty for himself.", "that Riduk is fearful he will get caught and punished for attempting to leave." ], [ "Sadness", "Hatred and anger.", "Excitement and curiosity.", "Pure happiness." ] ]

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[ [ "But if he didn't open the door and go into the garden outside, he would\n die because he had no food and no water and his stomach gurgled and\n grumbled and hurt. And everyone was chasing him.", "\"It was not bad. The world has moved through the blackness and the\n stars and now we should go outside to live in the big garden there\n beyond the viewport.\"\n\n\n \"That's ridiculous,\" Chuls said.", "obvious. If he, Rikud, walked from one part of the world to another,\n it was with a purpose—to eat, or to sleep, or perhaps to bathe in the", "himself head-first against the wall, just to see what would happen.\n But something soft had cushioned the impact—something which had come\n into being just for the moment and then abruptly passed into non-being", "It was dark and he was hungry and everyone who was strong enough to run\n was chasing him, but every time he thought of the garden outside, and", "\"Beyond it? Oh, you mean\nthrough\nthe door.\"\n\n\n \"Yes.\"", "Slowly he slipped to the cool floor—how his head was burning!—and for\n a long time he lay there, thinking he would never rise again. Inside he", "how big it was, the darkness and the hunger and the people chasing him\n were unimportant. It was so big that it would swallow him up completely\n and positively.", "machinery. For a long time he watched the wheels and cogs and gears\n spinning and humming. He watched for he knew not how long. And then he", "is a perfect, self-sustaining world. It is more than that: it is\n human-sustaining as well. Try to hurt yourself and the ship will not", "hurt in his stomach. But it didn't matter. He heard the angry voices\n and the feet pounding behind him, and he wanted only to get away.", "was purposeful. The world had arrived at the garden for a reason. But\n if everyone lived as if the world still stood in blackness, how could\n they find the nature of that purpose?", "the great changeless sweep of space. He could not quite explain the\n feelings within him; they were so alien, so unnatural. But ever since\n the engines somewhere in the rear of the world had changed their tone,", "\"People grow old,\" Rikud suggested.\n\n\n A buzzer signified that his fifteen minutes under the rays were up, and\n Chuls said, \"It's almost time for me to eat.\"", "it as fact. There—through the viewport and in it—was a garden. A\n garden larger than the entire world, a garden of plants which Rikud had", "His own buzzer sounded a moment later, and it was with a strange\n feeling of elation that he dressed and made his way back to the", "\"We will not be hungry if we go outside,\" he said. \"We can eat there.\"\n\n\n \"We can eat if the buzzer sounds, but it is broken,\" Chuls said dully.", "Yet he did have initiative after a sort. He knew when to eat. Because\n he was hungry.\n\n\n And Rikud, too, was hungry.", "\"So there is a change from day to night!\"\n\n\n \"I didn't say that. The stars simply shine at night. Why should they\n shine during the day when the world wants them to shine only at night?\"", "When the lights winked out, he stopped. Anyway, by that time the room\n was a shambles of twisted, broken metal. He laughed, softly at first," ], [ "\"It was not bad. The world has moved through the blackness and the\n stars and now we should go outside to live in the big garden there\n beyond the viewport.\"\n\n\n \"That's ridiculous,\" Chuls said.", "is a perfect, self-sustaining world. It is more than that: it is\n human-sustaining as well. Try to hurt yourself and the ship will not", "it as fact. There—through the viewport and in it—was a garden. A\n garden larger than the entire world, a garden of plants which Rikud had", "viewport could mean only one thing. The world had been walking—the\n word seemed all wrong to Rikud, but he could think of no other, unless\n it were running. The world had been walking somewhere. That somewhere", "was purposeful. The world had arrived at the garden for a reason. But\n if everyone lived as if the world still stood in blackness, how could\n they find the nature of that purpose?", "\"It is an old picture of the garden,\" Chuls suggested, \"and the plants\n are different.\"\n\n\n \"Then they've changed?\"\n\n\n \"No, merely different.\"", "\"Beyond it? Oh, you mean\nthrough\nthe door.\"\n\n\n \"Yes.\"", "Chuls smiled an indulgent smile and Rikud came nearer to him. \"Now, by\n the world, there are two other doors!\"\n\n\n Rikud began to shout, and everyone looked at him queerly.", "Chuls did not believe Rikud at all. \"There are not that many doors in\n the world,\" he said. \"The library has a door and there is a door to the", "the great changeless sweep of space. He could not quite explain the\n feelings within him; they were so alien, so unnatural. But ever since\n the engines somewhere in the rear of the world had changed their tone,", "that could have no reality outside of the reading machine—and the\n elders were overthrown. Here Rikud had been lost utterly. The people\n had decided that they did not know where they were going, or why, and", "\"Well, what about the viewport?\nIt\nchanged. Where are the stars?\n Where are they, Chuls, if it did not change?\"\n\n\n \"The stars come out at night.\"", "\"Won't you eat, Rikud?\" Chuls called from somewhere down below.\n\n\n \"Damn the man,\" Rikud thought. Then aloud: \"Yes, I'll eat. Later.\"", "\"We will not be hungry if we go outside,\" he said. \"We can eat there.\"\n\n\n \"We can eat if the buzzer sounds, but it is broken,\" Chuls said dully.", "\"So there is a change from day to night!\"\n\n\n \"I didn't say that. The stars simply shine at night. Why should they\n shine during the day when the world wants them to shine only at night?\"", "Rikud whirled on the little figure and pointed to the swirling cloud of\n vapor. \"What do you see?\"\n\n\n Chuls looked. \"The viewport, of course.\"", "Yes, hurt! Rikud looked and looked until his eyes teared and he had to\n turn away. Here was an unknown factor which the perfect world failed", "\"What else?\"\n\n\n \"Else? Nothing.\"\n\n\n Anger welled up inside Rikud. \"All right,\" he said, \"listen. What do\n you hear?\"", "himself head-first against the wall, just to see what would happen.\n But something soft had cushioned the impact—something which had come\n into being just for the moment and then abruptly passed into non-being", "\"What's in here?\" he demanded.\n\n\n \"It's a door, I think,\" said Crifer.\n\n\n \"I know, but what's beyond it?\"" ], [ "The hand reached out again, and it struck Rikud hard across the face.\n \"I hit him! I hit him!\"", "Rikud tripped over something and sprawled awkwardly across the floor.\n He felt a sharp hurt in his head, and when he reached up to touch it\n with his hands there in the darkness, his fingers came away wet.", "Yes, hurt! Rikud looked and looked until his eyes teared and he had to\n turn away. Here was an unknown factor which the perfect world failed", "By the time he reached the lame-footed man, Rikud was running. He did\n not dare once to look back. He stood shaking at Crifer's side, and", "Yet he did have initiative after a sort. He knew when to eat. Because\n he was hungry.\n\n\n And Rikud, too, was hungry.", "Rikud was sad. Soon he would die, because no one would go outside with\n him and he could not go outside alone. In five more years he would have", "If he had understood the term, Rikud would have told himself this was\n odd. His head ached with the half-born thought. It was—it was—what\n was it?", "it frightened Rikud and it made his eyes smart, and he could hear those\n behind him retreating to a safe distance. But their voices were not\n far away, and he knew they would come after him because they wanted to", "But Rikud forgot the old man completely. A new idea occurred to him,\n and for a while he struggled with it. What he saw—what he had always", "Rikud got up and ran. He reached the door again and then he slipped\n down against it, exhausted. Behind him, the voices and the footsteps", "not sound because Rikud had silenced it forever. And no one went to\n eat or drink. Rikud himself had fumbled through the blackness and the", "If anyone else had noticed the change, he failed to mention it. This\n disturbed Rikud, although he could not tell why. And, because he had\n realized this odd difference in himself, he kept it locked up inside\n him.", "\"Won't you eat, Rikud?\" Chuls called from somewhere down below.\n\n\n \"Damn the man,\" Rikud thought. Then aloud: \"Yes, I'll eat. Later.\"", "Rikud looked out upon the garden and he trembled. Out there was life.\n The garden stretched off in unthinkable immensity to the cluster of", "Rikud muttered to himself and undressed. The world had begun to annoy\n him. Now why shouldn't a man be permitted to do what he wanted, when", "obvious. If he, Rikud, walked from one part of the world to another,\n it was with a purpose—to eat, or to sleep, or perhaps to bathe in the", "This frightened Rikud, although he didn't know why. He'd like it,\n though. Maybe then he could take them outside with him to the big", "\"Well, I won't go,\" Chuls replied. \"There's no reason to go. If Rikud\n has been imagining things, why should I?\"\n\n\n \"I imagined nothing. I'll show you—\"", "And when Chuls looked away in disinterest, Rikud became angry. If only\n the man would realize! If only anyone would realize! It all seemed so", "Rikud had been stopped in this action, although there was no real\n authority to stop him. This puzzled him, because somehow he felt that" ], [ "\"It was not bad. The world has moved through the blackness and the\n stars and now we should go outside to live in the big garden there\n beyond the viewport.\"\n\n\n \"That's ridiculous,\" Chuls said.", "is a perfect, self-sustaining world. It is more than that: it is\n human-sustaining as well. Try to hurt yourself and the ship will not", "Rikud smiled, staring at the ship. \"People are variable, too, Crifer.\n That is, if those creatures coming from the ship are people.\"\n\n\n \"They're women,\" said Crifer.", "the great changeless sweep of space. He could not quite explain the\n feelings within him; they were so alien, so unnatural. But ever since\n the engines somewhere in the rear of the world had changed their tone,", "Perhaps they ate plants. Once, in the garden, Rikud had broken off a\n frond and tasted it. It had been bitter, but not unpleasant. Maybe the\n plants in the viewport would even be better.", "Rikud looked out upon the garden and he trembled. Out there was life.\n The garden stretched off in unthinkable immensity to the cluster of", "He opened the door and ran through the little corridor to the smaller\n viewport. Outside he could see the stars, and, dimly, the terrain", "rigors of space. A thousand years from now, journey's end, you may\n have discarded it for something better—who knows? But if you have\n not, then here is your protection. As nearly as possible, this ship", "He got up slowly and opened the next door. The voices behind him were\n closer now. Light streamed in through the viewport. After the darkness,", "Today, space looked somehow different. The stars—it was a meaningless\n concept to Rikud, but that was what everyone called the bright", "And Rikud could remember the rest of what the reading machine had said.\n There had been a revolt—again a term without any real meaning, a term", "going, how can they tell when it has arrived?\nEvery day for a week now, Rikud had come to the viewport to watch", "that could have no reality outside of the reading machine—and the\n elders were overthrown. Here Rikud had been lost utterly. The people\n had decided that they did not know where they were going, or why, and", "should\n. This was why the world had moved\n across the darkness and the stars for all Rikud's lifetime and more.\n But he was afraid.", "\"We must go outside—through the viewport.\" Rikud listened to the odd\n gurgling sound his stomach made.", "leap with excitement. All the stars were paler now than before, and\n where Rikud had seen the one bright central star, he now saw a globe of", "Tugging at the handle of the door, Rikud pulled himself upright.\n Something small and brown scurried across the other side of the\n viewport and Rikud imagined it turned to look at him with two hideous\n red eyes.", "\"You know,\" Rikud said, sitting up now, \"the stars in the viewport are\n changing.\"", "Rikud whirled on the little figure and pointed to the swirling cloud of\n vapor. \"What do you see?\"\n\n\n Chuls looked. \"The viewport, of course.\"", "Presently Rikud became aware that his eyes were not tearing any longer,\n and he turned to look at the viewport. What he saw now was so new that" ], [ "He had even wondered what it was like to get hurt. No one ever got\n hurt. Once, here in this same ray room, he had had the impulse to hurl", "But if he didn't open the door and go into the garden outside, he would\n die because he had no food and no water and his stomach gurgled and\n grumbled and hurt. And everyone was chasing him.", "\"It was not bad. The world has moved through the blackness and the\n stars and now we should go outside to live in the big garden there\n beyond the viewport.\"\n\n\n \"That's ridiculous,\" Chuls said.", "Chuls did not believe Rikud at all. \"There are not that many doors in\n the world,\" he said. \"The library has a door and there is a door to the", "It was dark and he was hungry and everyone who was strong enough to run\n was chasing him, but every time he thought of the garden outside, and", "Rikud never wanted to do anything more than he wanted to open that\n door. But his hands trembled too much when he touched it, and once,", "He had been told about them and he had seen pictures, and he dimly\n remembered his childhood among women. But his feelings had changed;\n this was different. Again there were inexplicable feelings—strange", "\"We will not be hungry if we go outside,\" he said. \"We can eat there.\"\n\n\n \"We can eat if the buzzer sounds, but it is broken,\" Chuls said dully.", "is a perfect, self-sustaining world. It is more than that: it is\n human-sustaining as well. Try to hurt yourself and the ship will not", "But Rikud forgot the old man completely. A new idea occurred to him,\n and for a while he struggled with it. What he saw—what he had always", "himself head-first against the wall, just to see what would happen.\n But something soft had cushioned the impact—something which had come\n into being just for the moment and then abruptly passed into non-being", "\"It is an old picture of the garden,\" Chuls suggested, \"and the plants\n are different.\"\n\n\n \"Then they've changed?\"\n\n\n \"No, merely different.\"", "sweat covered him in a clammy film. He never wanted to look at the\n garden again. Not when he knew there was a door through which he could\n walk and then might find himself in the garden.", "\"It won't any more,\" Rikud said.\n\n\n \"What won't?\"\n\n\n \"The buzzer will never sound again. I broke it.\"", "hurt in his stomach. But it didn't matter. He heard the angry voices\n and the feet pounding behind him, and he wanted only to get away.", "machinery. For a long time he watched the wheels and cogs and gears\n spinning and humming. He watched for he knew not how long. And then he", "how big it was, the darkness and the hunger and the people chasing him\n were unimportant. It was so big that it would swallow him up completely\n and positively.", "\"People grow old,\" Rikud suggested.\n\n\n A buzzer signified that his fifteen minutes under the rays were up, and\n Chuls said, \"It's almost time for me to eat.\"", "The air was fresh, fresher than any air Rikud had ever breathed. He\n walked around aimlessly, touching the plants and bending down to feel", "exciting. He liked them. He liked the garden, for all its hugeness.\n With so many people, and especially now with women, he was not afraid." ], [ "that could have no reality outside of the reading machine—and the\n elders were overthrown. Here Rikud had been lost utterly. The people\n had decided that they did not know where they were going, or why, and", "But if he didn't open the door and go into the garden outside, he would\n die because he had no food and no water and his stomach gurgled and\n grumbled and hurt. And everyone was chasing him.", "there should have been authority. A long time ago the reading machine\n in the library had told him of the elders—a meaningless term—who had\n governed the world. They told you to do something and you did it, but", "And Rikud could remember the rest of what the reading machine had said.\n There had been a revolt—again a term without any real meaning, a term", "He had even wondered what it was like to get hurt. No one ever got\n hurt. Once, here in this same ray room, he had had the impulse to hurl", "is a perfect, self-sustaining world. It is more than that: it is\n human-sustaining as well. Try to hurt yourself and the ship will not", "meant that, in the two unoccupied hours before sleep, he went to the\n library and listened to the reading machine. Everyone else simply sat\n about and talked. That was the custom. Everyone did it.", "Chuls said, over and over, \"I'm hungry.\"\n\n\n \"We will eat and we will drink when the buzzer tells us,\" Wilm replied\n confidently.", "\"People grow old,\" Rikud suggested.\n\n\n A buzzer signified that his fifteen minutes under the rays were up, and\n Chuls said, \"It's almost time for me to eat.\"", "\"We will not be hungry if we go outside,\" he said. \"We can eat there.\"\n\n\n \"We can eat if the buzzer sounds, but it is broken,\" Chuls said dully.", "It was dark and he was hungry and everyone who was strong enough to run\n was chasing him, but every time he thought of the garden outside, and", "that it was unfair that the elders alone had this authority. They were\n born and they lived and they died as the elders directed, like little\n cogs in a great machine. Much of this Rikud could not understand, but", "\"It was not bad. The world has moved through the blackness and the\n stars and now we should go outside to live in the big garden there\n beyond the viewport.\"\n\n\n \"That's ridiculous,\" Chuls said.", "Rikud knew he should be exercising now, or bathing in the rays of the\n health-lamps. It had never occurred to him that he didn't feel like it;\n he just didn't, without comprehending.", "Yet he did have initiative after a sort. He knew when to eat. Because\n he was hungry.\n\n\n And Rikud, too, was hungry.", "larger every moment. He turned to go, but the door clicked shut and a\n metallic voice said. \"Fifteen minutes under the tubes, please.\"", "the great changeless sweep of space. He could not quite explain the\n feelings within him; they were so alien, so unnatural. But ever since\n the engines somewhere in the rear of the world had changed their tone,", "When the lights winked out, he stopped. Anyway, by that time the room\n was a shambles of twisted, broken metal. He laughed, softly at first,", "He had been told about them and he had seen pictures, and he dimly\n remembered his childhood among women. But his feelings had changed;\n this was different. Again there were inexplicable feelings—strange", "He got up slowly and opened the next door. The voices behind him were\n closer now. Light streamed in through the viewport. After the darkness," ], [ "But if he didn't open the door and go into the garden outside, he would\n die because he had no food and no water and his stomach gurgled and\n grumbled and hurt. And everyone was chasing him.", "By the time he reached the lame-footed man, Rikud was running. He did\n not dare once to look back. He stood shaking at Crifer's side, and", "So tightly did he grip the handle that his fingers began to hurt. And\n his heart pounded hard and he felt the pulses leaping on either side of\n his neck.", "Rikud got up and ran. He reached the door again and then he slipped\n down against it, exhausted. Behind him, the voices and the footsteps", "The hand reached out again, and it struck Rikud hard across the face.\n \"I hit him! I hit him!\"", "Crifer, more than anyone, had been his friend. But now that he had\n broken the machinery, Crifer was his enemy, because Crifer came nearer\n to understanding the situation than anyone except Rikud.", "Slowly he slipped to the cool floor—how his head was burning!—and for\n a long time he lay there, thinking he would never rise again. Inside he", "hurt in his stomach. But it didn't matter. He heard the angry voices\n and the feet pounding behind him, and he wanted only to get away.", "A hand reached out in the darkness and grabbed at his head. He heard\n Crifer's voice. \"I have Rikud's head.\" The voice was nasty, hostile.", "It was dark and he was hungry and everyone who was strong enough to run\n was chasing him, but every time he thought of the garden outside, and", "When the lights winked out, he stopped. Anyway, by that time the room\n was a shambles of twisted, broken metal. He laughed, softly at first,", "crashing sound. He looked as the gears and cogs and wheels crumbled\n under his blows, shattered by the strength of his arm.\nAlmost casually he strode about the room, but his blows were not", "His own buzzer sounded a moment later, and it was with a strange\n feeling of elation that he dressed and made his way back to the", "\"What else?\"\n\n\n \"Else? Nothing.\"\n\n\n Anger welled up inside Rikud. \"All right,\" he said, \"listen. What do\n you hear?\"", "He got up slowly and opened the next door. The voices behind him were\n closer now. Light streamed in through the viewport. After the darkness,", "Chuls tugged at his wrist. By this time a crowd had gathered. Some of\n them watched Crifer jump up and down, but most of them watched Rikud\n holding Chuls' blouse.", "\"Stop that,\" said the older man, mildly.\nCrifer hopped up and down. \"Look what Rikud's doing! I don't know what\n he's doing, but look. He's holding Chuls' blouse.\"", "Other hands reached out, and Rikud stumbled. He fell and then someone\n was on top of him, and he struggled. He rolled and was up again, and", "But Rikud forgot the old man completely. A new idea occurred to him,\n and for a while he struggled with it. What he saw—what he had always", "Slowly, he took his hand off the door lever. He made his way back\n through the tunnel and then through the room of machinery and finally\n through the little room with the confusing voice to Crifer." ], [ "Rikud looked out upon the garden and he trembled. Out there was life.\n The garden stretched off in unthinkable immensity to the cluster of", "And this door one could walk through, into the garden. Rikud put his\n hand on the door, all the while watching the garden through the new\n viewport. He began to turn the handle.\n\n\n Then he trembled.", "garden of the two viewports. And then he wouldn't be afraid because he\n could huddle close to them and he wouldn't be alone.\nRikud heard the throbbing again as he stood in the room of the", "This frightened Rikud, although he didn't know why. He'd like it,\n though. Maybe then he could take them outside with him to the big", "although it looked out on the garden, Rikud sensed that the topography\n was different. Then the garden extended even farther than he had\n thought. It was endless, extending all the way to a ridge of mounds way", "it frightened Rikud and it made his eyes smart, and he could hear those\n behind him retreating to a safe distance. But their voices were not\n far away, and he knew they would come after him because they wanted to", "it as fact. There—through the viewport and in it—was a garden. A\n garden larger than the entire world, a garden of plants which Rikud had", "By the time he reached the lame-footed man, Rikud was running. He did\n not dare once to look back. He stood shaking at Crifer's side, and", "But if he didn't open the door and go into the garden outside, he would\n die because he had no food and no water and his stomach gurgled and\n grumbled and hurt. And everyone was chasing him.", "Rikud never wanted to do anything more than he wanted to open that\n door. But his hands trembled too much when he touched it, and once,", "should\n. This was why the world had moved\n across the darkness and the stars for all Rikud's lifetime and more.\n But he was afraid.", "not sound because Rikud had silenced it forever. And no one went to\n eat or drink. Rikud himself had fumbled through the blackness and the", "Crifer, on the other hand, wasn't so sure. \"It looks like the garden,\"\n he admitted to Rikud. \"But why should the garden be in the viewport?\"", "Rikud got up and ran. He reached the door again and then he slipped\n down against it, exhausted. Behind him, the voices and the footsteps", "obvious. If he, Rikud, walked from one part of the world to another,\n it was with a purpose—to eat, or to sleep, or perhaps to bathe in the", "sweat covered him in a clammy film. He never wanted to look at the\n garden again. Not when he knew there was a door through which he could\n walk and then might find himself in the garden.", "Rikud was sad. Soon he would die, because no one would go outside with\n him and he could not go outside alone. In five more years he would have", "exciting. He liked them. He liked the garden, for all its hugeness.\n With so many people, and especially now with women, he was not afraid.", "Rikud gave the voice up as hopeless. There were too many confusing\n words. What in the world was an unauthorized person? More interesting\n than that, however, was the second door. Would it lead to another", "Rikud screamed and hurtled back through the corridor, and his face\n was so terrible in the light streaming in through the viewport that" ], [ "\"You will what?\"\n\n\n \"Open it. Open the door and look inside.\"\n\n\n A long pause. Then, \"Can you do it?\"\n\n\n \"I think so.\"", "But if he didn't open the door and go into the garden outside, he would\n die because he had no food and no water and his stomach gurgled and\n grumbled and hurt. And everyone was chasing him.", "He got up slowly and opened the next door. The voices behind him were\n closer now. Light streamed in through the viewport. After the darkness,", "voice didn't speak this time—through its door and into the place of\n machinery. Behind him, he could hear the voices at the first door, and\n he thought for a moment that no one would come after him. But he heard", "\"What's in here?\" he demanded.\n\n\n \"It's a door, I think,\" said Crifer.\n\n\n \"I know, but what's beyond it?\"", "And this door one could walk through, into the garden. Rikud put his\n hand on the door, all the while watching the garden through the new\n viewport. He began to turn the handle.\n\n\n Then he trembled.", "When he opened the door a strange new noise filled his ears, a gentle\n humming, punctuated by a\nthrob-throb-throb", "\"Beyond it? Oh, you mean\nthrough\nthe door.\"\n\n\n \"Yes.\"", "Rikud never wanted to do anything more than he wanted to open that\n door. But his hands trembled too much when he touched it, and once,", "Rikud got up and ran. He reached the door again and then he slipped\n down against it, exhausted. Behind him, the voices and the footsteps", "\"Well,\" Crifer scratched his head, \"I don't think anyone ever opened\n it. It's only a door.\"\n\n\n \"I will,\" said Rikud.", "Odder still was the third door. Rikud suddenly thought there might\n exist an endless succession of them, especially when the third one\n opened on a bare tunnel which led to yet another door.", "viewport. When he passed the door which led to the women's half of the\n world, however, he paused. He wanted to open that door and see a woman.", "sweat covered him in a clammy film. He never wanted to look at the\n garden again. Not when he knew there was a door through which he could\n walk and then might find himself in the garden.", "out and the hands let go, and then he turned the handle and shoved the\n weight of his body with all his strength against the door.", "He had been told about them and he had seen pictures, and he dimly\n remembered his childhood among women. But his feelings had changed;\n this was different. Again there were inexplicable feelings—strange", "Slowly, he took his hand off the door lever. He made his way back\n through the tunnel and then through the room of machinery and finally\n through the little room with the confusing voice to Crifer.", "Chuls smiled an indulgent smile and Rikud came nearer to him. \"Now, by\n the world, there are two other doors!\"\n\n\n Rikud began to shout, and everyone looked at him queerly.", "Tugging at the handle of the door, Rikud pulled himself upright.\n Something small and brown scurried across the other side of the\n viewport and Rikud imagined it turned to look at him with two hideous\n red eyes.", "So tightly did he grip the handle that his fingers began to hurt. And\n his heart pounded hard and he felt the pulses leaping on either side of\n his neck." ] ]

[ "Why did Amanda know Giles so well?", "Why had Harry left Earth?", "How did Giles feel about family in the beginning?", "How is Earth perceived in this story?", "Why couldn't they find a volunteer to man the big ship?", "How does rejuvenation work?", "After seeing Dr. Cobb, what isn't something Giles thought about doing?", "Which word doesn't describe Jordan?", "What is likely the reason that Dr. Vincenti left Earth?", "What is not a lesson Giles learned?" ]

[ [ "she had worked with him for over 100 years", "they had dated once", "she paid attention to what he liked and didn't like", "it was her job to do so" ], [ "to get married and start a family", "the law stated that he must leave due to overpopulation", "he had committed a crime that required him to emigrate to another place", "he had been born illegally on Earth" ], [ "he cared less about them as time wore on", "Harry reminded him too much of his ex-wife", "he liked some of his children, but not all of them", "he loved them but didn't want to travel for ninety years" ], [ "it's run by an intelligent, motivated Council", "it is a weaker planet now because few discoveries are taking place there", "it's in the center of all of the other planets, so it's visited often", "people want to live there, as it's the richest planet" ], [ "the ship wasn't going to be ready for a long time", "there was no proof that it was safe for humans", "the rats didn't survive, so people probably wouldn't", "no one wanted to spend that much time on the ship" ], [ "it re-trains the brain to develop younger cells", "it injects a serum in the body that reverses time", "exercises are done to re-energize muscles", "drugs convince the body to feel younger" ], [ "volunteering to man the big ship", "seeing another doctor for a second opinion", "dating again", "finding a new place to live" ], [ "intelligent", "motivated", "impatient", "heroic" ], [ "he missed his family and wanted to live with them", "he wanted to share his newest discovery with a different planet", "there wasn't a lot of demand for doctors on Earth", "he discovered the truth about rejuvenation" ], [ "All good things come to an end", "Enjoying your job makes life worth living", "Never take life for granted", "Family is an important part of life" ] ]

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[ [ "some of the thickness in his head.\n “I guess I’m getting old, Amanda.”\nShe smiled dutifully at the\n time-worn joke, but he knew she", "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,", "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", "sharply. Then he steadied himself\n and managed to smile. “Thanks\n for the coffee, Amanda.”\nShe accepted dismissal reluctantly.\n When she was gone, he", "Dr. Cobb whose reputation is\n very good, sir.”\nGiles puzzled over it doubtfully.\n Vincenti had been an oddly\n morose man the last few times", "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,", "seemed precious to the old man\n then.\nAmanda’s voice came abruptly\n over the intercom. “Jordan wants\n to talk to you,” she said, and the", "his, though. “Dr. Cobb, then,” he\n said.\nGiles heard the other man’s\n voice on the study phone, too low", "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.", "suggested, in the tones\n Giles hadn’t heard since the man\n had been his valet, back when\n it was still possible to find personal\n servants. Now he managed", "“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", "one\nvolunteer!”\nIt occurred to Giles then that\n the man had been too fired with\n the idea to think. He leaned back,", "through the morning ritual\n of crossing the executive\n floor. Giles made the expected\n comments, smiled the proper\n smiles and greeted his staff by", "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", "repeated. But finally the doctor\n nodded.\n“That’s all for now, Mr. Giles.\n You might drop in tomorrow\n morning, after I’ve had a chance", "those who knew their days were\n numbered, anyhow.\n“Forget it, Bill,” Giles advised.\n “It may take longer, but eventually", "it.\n“Your friend told me about the\n gray hair, of course,” Cobb said.\n At Giles’ look, he smiled faintly.", "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.", "irritation was sharp in her voice.\n “He won’t take no!”\nGiles shrugged and reached for\n the projector, to cut it off. Then,", "GILES FOUND himself lying\n on his couch, partially undressed,\n with the pillows just right\n and a long drink in his hand. The\n alcohol combined with the reaction" ], [ "Oddly enough, the message in\n the next frame showed none of\n that. Harry had nothing but\n praise for the solar system where\n he’d been sent. He barely mentioned", "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", "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", "from his panic to leave him\n almost himself again. After all,\n there was nothing to worry about;\n Earth’s doctors could cure anything.", "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", "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", "?”\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", "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", "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", "Dubbins shook his head. “Dr.\n Vincenti isn’t with us, sir. He\n left a year ago to visit a son in\n the Centauri system. There’s a", "Harry the truth, once they got\n done celebrating the reunion. And\n there’d be other grandchildren.\n With the ship, he’d have time", "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", "chauffeurs were a thing of the\n past, Harry had driven him\n around. Now he’d taken to walking,\n as so many others had, for", "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", "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", "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.", "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", "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", "collided with a Sirius-local ship.\n Scientists there had puzzled over\n it, reset it and sent it back. The\n two white rats on it had still been", "If he looked\nthat\nbad—\nBut Jordan wasn’t looking at\n him; the man’s interest lay in the\n projected picture from Harry, across" ], [ "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.", "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.", "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.", "GILES SNORTED and turned\n to the third frame, which\n showed a group picture of the\n family in some sort of vehicle,\n against the background of an alien", "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,", "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.", "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", "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,", "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,", "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", "one\nvolunteer!”\nIt occurred to Giles then that\n the man had been too fired with\n the idea to think. He leaned back,", "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", "and clicked off. Giles turned\n from the blank screen to stare\n out of the windows, while his\n hand came up to twist at the lock", "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", "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", "pleased to drive you there.”\nGiles frowned. He’d expected\n Cobb to come to him. Then he\n grimaced at his own thoughts.", "suggested, in the tones\n Giles hadn’t heard since the man\n had been his valet, back when\n it was still possible to find personal\n servants. Now he managed", "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.", "“Any particular emotional\n strain when you were treated—some\n major upset in your life?”\n Cobb asked.\nGiles thought as carefully as", "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" ], [ "from his panic to leave him\n almost himself again. After all,\n there was nothing to worry about;\n Earth’s doctors could cure anything.", "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", "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", "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", "?”\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", "Oddly enough, the message in\n the next frame showed none of\n that. Harry had nothing but\n praise for the solar system where\n he’d been sent. He barely mentioned", "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.", "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", "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", "lately. “Damn it, haven’t you read\n my report? We know the super-light\n drive works! That missile\n reached Sirius in less than ten", "been delivered by some doctor?\n It didn’t matter, but it would explain\n things, at least.\nTwenty years to Centaurus,\n while the years dwindled down—", "collided with a Sirius-local ship.\n Scientists there had puzzled over\n it, reset it and sent it back. The\n two white rats on it had still been", "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", "By LESTER DEL REY\nIllustrated by JOHNS\nNEARLY TWO hundred\n years of habit carried the\n chairman of Exodus Corporation", "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", "discovery.\nOUTSIDE ON the street, he\n looked up at the Sun and\n then at the buildings built to last\n for thousands of years. Their", "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", "a hundred other worlds make a\n thousand major discoveries they\n don’t bother reporting! Can’t the\n Council see\nanything\n?”", "He’d been a fool to come to work,\n he realized. But with the Procyon\n shuttle arriving yesterday, there\n was no telling what might turn", "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" ], [ "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.”", "one\nvolunteer!”\nIt occurred to Giles then that\n the man had been too fired with\n the idea to think. He leaned back,", "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", "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", "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;", "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", "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.”", "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", "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", "have been filled with excitement\n at Jordan’s hasty preliminary report.\nHe leafed through it. The little\n ship apparently had been picked\n up by accident when it almost", "even with modern safety measures\n so strict, there was always\n a small chance of some accident\n and nobody had any desire to\n spend the long future as a cripple.", "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", "Then the engineer shut his mouth\n slowly. The belligerence ran out\n of him.\nHe looked sick, for he had no\n answer.", "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", "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", "collided with a Sirius-local ship.\n Scientists there had puzzled over\n it, reset it and sent it back. The\n two white rats on it had still been", "answer.\nNO SANE man would risk a\n chance for near eternity\n against such a relatively short\n wait. Heroism had belonged to", "Harry the truth, once they got\n done celebrating the reunion. And\n there’d be other grandchildren.\n With the ship, he’d have time", "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.", "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" ], [ "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", "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.", "“I’d rather know the whole\n truth,” he said. His voice sounded\n dead in his ears. “The worst first.\n The rejuvenation...?”", "into the quiet rejuvenation room,\n where the clamps were adjusted\n about his head and the earpieces\n were fitted. The drugs were shot", "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", "the first million cases, when a\n lot of people couldn’t rejuvenate\n at all, and I had no trouble even\n then.”\nCobb considered it, hesitated as", "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", "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", "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", "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", "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", "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", "the brain\n could be reached far below the\n conscious level and forced to\n operate.\nThere had been impossible\n faith cures for millenia—cataracts", "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.", "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", "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", "painlessly into his arm and the\n light-pulser was adjusted to his\n brain-wave pattern.\nIt had been nothing like this his\n first time. Then it had required", "“Surely you didn’t think people\n could miss that in this day and\n age? Let’s see it.”\nHe inspected it and began\n making tests. Some were older", "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", "HE STUDIED his charts again\n and then smiled. “So we’ll\n give you another treatment. Any\n reason you can’t begin immediately?”" ], [ "“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", "Dr. Cobb whose reputation is\n very good, sir.”\nGiles puzzled over it doubtfully.\n Vincenti had been an oddly\n morose man the last few times", "his, though. “Dr. Cobb, then,” he\n said.\nGiles heard the other man’s\n voice on the study phone, too low", "“Any particular emotional\n strain when you were treated—some\n major upset in your life?”\n Cobb asked.\nGiles thought as carefully as", "another office, where Giles waited\n outside while Cobb conferred\n with another doctor and technician,\n with much waving of charts.\n He resented every second of it.", "pleased to drive you there.”\nGiles frowned. He’d expected\n Cobb to come to him. Then he\n grimaced at his own thoughts.", "finally found the right office, its\n reception room wall covered\n with all the degrees Dr. Cobb had\n picked up in some three hundred\n years of practice. Giles felt", "better, realizing it wouldn’t be\n one of the younger men.\nCOBB APPEARED himself,\n before the nurse could take\n over, and led Giles into a room", "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", "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,", "one\nvolunteer!”\nIt occurred to Giles then that\n the man had been too fired with\n the idea to think. He leaned back,", "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.", "repeated. But finally the doctor\n nodded.\n“That’s all for now, Mr. Giles.\n You might drop in tomorrow\n morning, after I’ve had a chance", "the first million cases, when a\n lot of people couldn’t rejuvenate\n at all, and I had no trouble even\n then.”\nCobb considered it, hesitated as", "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,", "it.\n“Your friend told me about the\n gray hair, of course,” Cobb said.\n At Giles’ look, he smiled faintly.", "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.", "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.", "GILES FOUND himself lying\n on his couch, partially undressed,\n with the pillows just right\n and a long drink in his hand. The\n alcohol combined with the reaction", "and clicked off. Giles turned\n from the blank screen to stare\n out of the windows, while his\n hand came up to twist at the lock" ], [ "and captured it. Jordan’s got a\n report on it and he’s going crazy.\n But if you don’t feel well—”\n“I’m all right!” he told her", "seemed precious to the old man\n then.\nAmanda’s voice came abruptly\n over the intercom. “Jordan wants\n to talk to you,” she said, and the", "If he looked\nthat\nbad—\nBut Jordan wasn’t looking at\n him; the man’s interest lay in the\n projected picture from Harry, across", "wasn’t ready to face Jordan yet.\n But he shrugged and pressed the\n button.\nThe intense face that looked\n from the screen was frowning as", "Jordan’s eyes seemed to sweep\n around the room. He was still\n young—one of the few under\n a hundred who’d escaped deportation\n because of special ability—and", "Jordan opened his mouth and\n for a second Giles’ heart caught\n in a flux of emotions as the\n man’s offer hovered on his lips.", "have been filled with excitement\n at Jordan’s hasty preliminary report.\nHe leafed through it. The little\n ship apparently had been picked\n up by accident when it almost", "on impulse, he set it back to the\n picture, studying the group again\n as he switched on Jordan’s wire.\nBut he didn’t wait for the hot", "eyes.\nSHE JERKED her gaze away\n guiltily and turned to the incoming\n basket. “Mostly drugs for\n experimenting. A personal letter", "desk, where her worry was\n still riding her. He managed a\n grin and somehow the right words\n came to his lips. “I saw the doctor,\n Amanda, so you can stop", "accurately enough to get a\n missile where you want it and\n back?”\n“\nWhat?\n” Jordan’s voice rattled", "irritation was sharp in her voice.\n “He won’t take no!”\nGiles shrugged and reached for\n the projector, to cut it off. Then,", "down on the age-polished surface\n of the big desk. She watched\n solicitously as he drank.\n“That bad, Arthur?” she asked.", "sharply. Then he steadied himself\n and managed to smile. “Thanks\n for the coffee, Amanda.”\nShe accepted dismissal reluctantly.\n When she was gone, he", "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.", "Yet he relished the feeling of\n having Dubbins drive his car.\n More than anything else, he’d\n loved being driven. Even after", "wasn’t fooled. She’d cycled to\n middle age four times in her\n job and she probably knew him\n better than he knew himself—which", "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", "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,", "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" ], [ "Dubbins shook his head. “Dr.\n Vincenti isn’t with us, sir. He\n left a year ago to visit a son in\n the Centauri system. There’s a", "its invitation. He wondered if\n Dr. Vincenti had received an invitation\n like that, before he left.\n Or had he even been one of those\n to whom the same report had", "from his panic to leave him\n almost himself again. After all,\n there was nothing to worry about;\n Earth’s doctors could cure anything.", "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", "“I guess you’d better call Dr.\n Vincenti,” he decided. Vincenti\n was a member and would probably\n be the quickest to get.", "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", "were Vincenti in one of the man’s\n more morose moods.\nHe found a single table in the\n dining room and picked his way\n through the meal, listening to", "been delivered by some doctor?\n It didn’t matter, but it would explain\n things, at least.\nTwenty years to Centaurus,\n while the years dwindled down—", "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", "Dr. Cobb whose reputation is\n very good, sir.”\nGiles puzzled over it doubtfully.\n Vincenti had been an oddly\n morose man the last few times", "?”\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", "Oddly enough, the message in\n the next frame showed none of\n that. Harry had nothing but\n praise for the solar system where\n he’d been sent. He barely mentioned", "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.", "lately. “Damn it, haven’t you read\n my report? We know the super-light\n drive works! That missile\n reached Sirius in less than ten", "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", "He’d been a fool to come to work,\n he realized. But with the Procyon\n shuttle arriving yesterday, there\n was no telling what might turn", "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", "collided with a Sirius-local ship.\n Scientists there had puzzled over\n it, reset it and sent it back. The\n two white rats on it had still been", "gone, and only a few were left.\nHe stood up, holding out his\n hand. “Thank you, Doctor,” he\n said, and was surprised to find", "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" ], [ "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,", "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,", "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.", "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.", "one\nvolunteer!”\nIt occurred to Giles then that\n the man had been too fired with\n the idea to think. He leaned back,", "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,", "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", "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.", "irritation was sharp in her voice.\n “He won’t take no!”\nGiles shrugged and reached for\n the projector, to cut it off. Then,", "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", "know life can stand the trip. The\n rats were unharmed.”\nGiles shook his head at what\n the other was proposing, only", "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", "and clicked off. Giles turned\n from the blank screen to stare\n out of the windows, while his\n hand came up to twist at the lock", "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.", "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,", "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", "repeated. But finally the doctor\n nodded.\n“That’s all for now, Mr. Giles.\n You might drop in tomorrow\n morning, after I’ve had a chance", "GILES FOUND himself lying\n on his couch, partially undressed,\n with the pillows just right\n and a long drink in his hand. The\n alcohol combined with the reaction", "suggested, in the tones\n Giles hadn’t heard since the man\n had been his valet, back when\n it was still possible to find personal\n servants. Now he managed" ] ]

[ "Was Kalrab correct in how he felt about the Earthmen?", "Who was the only one to listen and agree with Zotul?", "What wasn't something unheard of that the Earthmen brought to Zur?", "Who changed the least throughout the story?", "What word doesn't describe Broderick?", "What would the average Zur resident say of the Earthmen?", "What was the main reason the Masur company failed?", "How had the brothers changed by the end of the story?", "What was the real reason for the Earthmen to come to Zur?" ]

[ [ "Kind of - he was right when he said the Earthmen weren't something to worry about, but he was wrong about clay lasting forever", "No - he said clay and their fortune would last forever, and he was wrong", "Yes - he said the Earthmen weren't something to worry about, and he was right", "Yes - he said clay and their fortune would last forever, and he was right" ], [ "Koltan", "Zotul's wife", "Kalrab", "Broderick" ], [ "the idea of credit", "new roads", "government", "metal pots" ], [ "Broderick", "Kalrab", "Koltan", "Zotul" ], [ "manipulative", "patient", "intelligent", "selfish" ], [ "they were so controlling that it was scary", "they were afraid to fight the Earthmen", "they brought about many changes, mostly for the best", "they would rather be without the items brought by the Earthmen" ], [ "Zotul relied on the Earthmen too much", "the Earthmen improved and controlled everything on Zur", "lack of effort from the brothers", "the brothers borrowed too much to every pay it back" ], [ "they cared more about Zotul", "they were so defeated they no longer beat him", "they decided to give him more responsibility in the company", "they hated Zotul more than ever" ], [ "they wanted to take over without war", "they wanted to share their technology with other worlds", "they wanted to find ways to make more money", "they wanted to discover intelligent life on other planets" ] ]

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[ [ "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", "\"Behold, my sons,\" said Kalrab, stroking his scanty beard. \"What are\n these Earthmen to worry about? Remember the clay. It is our strength", "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, youngest of the Masur brothers, stirred uneasily. Personally, he\n was in favor of the coming of the Earthmen to the world of Zur.", "\"It is an outrage,\" said Koltan of the House of Masur, \"that the\n Earthmen land among the Thorabians!\"", "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,", "\"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.\"", "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.", "\"Some new devilment of the Earthmen, you can be sure,\" said Koltan\n blackly.", "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", "\"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.\"", "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", "Kent Broderick, the Earthman in charge of the Council, shook hands\n jovially with Zotul. That alien custom conformed with, Zotul took a", "tried. The anti-Earthmen Faction—in any culture complex, there is\n always an \"anti\" faction to protest any movement of endeavor—crowed", "\"Once,\" he said formally, \"the Masur fortune was the greatest in\n the world of Zur. That was before my father, the famous Kalrab", "\"Note,\" Koltan announced in a shaky voice, \"that the Earthmen undermine\n our business,\" and he read off the figures.", "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", "At the head of the long, shining table sat old Kalrab Masur, in his\n dotage, but still giving what he could of aid and comfort to the", "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." ], [ "The brothers, when they heard of this, were too stunned to think of\n beating Zotul, by which he assumed he had progressed a little and was\n somewhat comforted.", "\"Doubtless,\" said Zotul unexpectedly, for the youngest at a conference\n was expected to keep his mouth shut and applaud the decisions of his", "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?\"", "\"You didn't think so at first,\" Zotul pointed out, and was immediately\n sorry, for Koltan turned and gave him a hiding, single-handed, for his\n unthinkable impertinence.", "\"Yes,\" said Zotul. \"I am ready.\"", "It sounded wonderful. But how would the brothers take it? Zotul\n wrestled with his misgivings and the misgivings won.", "\"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.\"", "\"The governor will see you,\" she said sweetly. \"He has been expecting\n you.\"\n\n\n \"Me?\" marveled Zotul.", "\"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", "\"When your opinion is wanted, we will ask you for it. Meantime,\n remember your position in the family.\"\n\n\n Zotul bowed his head meekly, but he burned with resentment.", "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,", "Koltan frowned, and Zotul, in fear of another beating, instantly\n subsided.", "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", "thing among the brothers Masur, as among everybody, to be frustrated in\n their desires. However, they had Zotul to take it out upon, and they\n did.", "\"So you can't pay,\" he said, tapping his teeth with a pencil. He\n looked at Zotul coldly. \"It is well you have come to us instead of\n making it necessary for us to approach you through the courts.\"", "\"I will talk it over with them,\" he said. \"Give me the total so I will\n have the figures.\"\n\n\n The total was more than it ought to be by simple addition. Zotul\n pointed this out politely.", "Zotul did not appreciate his father's approval, for it only earned him\n a beating as soon as the old man went to bed. It was a common enough", "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.\"", "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" ], [ "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", "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.", "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", "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.", "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", "In spite of the fact that a terrestrial ship had landed at every Zurian\n city of major and minor importance, and all in a single day, it took\n some time for the news to spread.", "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.", "maintain. But all Zurians who had to keep up with the latest from Earth\n had them. Now it was possible not only to hear about things of Earth,\n but to see them as they were broadcast from the video tapes.", "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", "\"You mean,\" exclaimed Zotul, aghast, \"that you Earthmen own everything\n on Zur?\"\n\n\n \"Even your armies.\"", "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.", "Immediately, the Earthmen established what they called\n \"corporations\"—Zurian trading companies under terrestrial control. The\n object of the visit was trade.", "loaded with printed circuits, resistors, variable condensers and other\n radio parts. This was Earth's first step toward flooding Zur with the\n natural follow-up in its campaign of advertising—radio programs—with", "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 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.\"", "By and by, the Earthmen came to Lor, flying through the air in strange\n metal contraptions. They paraded through the tile-paved streets of the", "\"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.\"", "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", "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" ], [ "The brothers discussed the situation for an hour, and all the while\n Father Kalrab sat and pulled his scanty whiskers. Seeing that they got\n nowhere with their wrangle, he cleared his throat and spoke up.", "The brothers Masur got along in spite of dropped options. They had less\n money and felt the pinch of their debts more keenly, but television\n kept their wives and children amused and furnished an anodyne for the\n pangs of impoverishment.", "Broderick stroked his shaven chin and looked sad. \"Why didn't you come\n to me sooner? This would never have happened. But now that it has,", "\"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.\"", "The brothers, when they heard of this, were too stunned to think of\n beating Zotul, by which he assumed he had progressed a little and was\n somewhat comforted.", "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", "and a half, the Earthmen had wrought magnificent changes on this\n backward world. As Broderick had said, the progress of the tortoise was\n slow, but it was extremely sure.", "his brothers. That wouldn't take him out of the rank of scapegoat, of\n course, but the beatings might become fewer and less severe.", "Finally, the Earthmen took off in their great, shining ship. Obviously,\n none had succeeded in chiseling them out of it, if, indeed, any had", "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?\"", "All the brothers could no longer be spared from the plant, even for the\n purpose of pressing a complaint. Their days of idle wealth over, they\n had to get in and work with the clay with the rest of the help.", "\"Slow but sure.\" Broderick beamed again and clapped Zotul on the\n shoulder. \"Don't worry. You'll have your job back, the same as always,", "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.", "\"Doubtless,\" said Zotul unexpectedly, for the youngest at a conference\n was expected to keep his mouth shut and applaud the decisions of his", "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.\"", "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", "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", "Siwicki was tall, thin, dark and somber-looking. There was even a hint\n of toughness about the set of his jaw and the hardness of his glance.", "Nursing bruises, Zotul unhappily went to the Council House again. Mr.\n Broderick was no longer with them, a suave assistant informed him.\n Would he like to see Mr. Siwicki instead? Zotul would.", "\"When your opinion is wanted, we will ask you for it. Meantime,\n remember your position in the family.\"\n\n\n Zotul bowed his head meekly, but he burned with resentment." ], [ "better look at his host. Broderick was an affable, smiling individual\n with genial laugh wrinkles at his eyes. A man of middle age, dressed in", "\"No,\" said Broderick, his usually smiling face almost pained with\n memory. \"We know the history of conquest all too well. Our method", "\"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", "Broderick stroked his shaven chin and looked sad. \"Why didn't you come\n to me sooner? This would never have happened. But now that it has,", "Broderick was very sympathetic, but there was nothing he could do.", "\"You got us into this,\" they said, emphasizing their bitterness with\n fists. \"Go see Broderick. Tell him we are undone and must have some\n contracts to continue operating.\"", "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.", "\"But\nwhy\n?\"\nBroderick clasped his hands behind back, went to the window and stared\n down moodily into the street.", "Broderick clucked sympathetically. One who could not afford the\n bargain-priced merchandise of Earth must be poor indeed.", "Broderick nodded agreeably. \"I am the governor and I am well acquainted\n with your case, Mr. Masur. Shall we talk it over? Please sit down.\"", "\"Here.\" Broderick handed him a sheaf of chattel mortgages. \"Have each\n of your brothers sign one of these, then bring them back to me. That is\n all there is to it.\"", "Broderick shook his head. \"It is not possible to replace an immense\n fortune at this late date. As I said, you should have reported your\n trouble sooner. However, we can give you an opportunity to rebuild. Do\n you own an automobile?\"", "\"Slow but sure.\" Broderick beamed again and clapped Zotul on the\n shoulder. \"Don't worry. You'll have your job back, the same as always,", "Nursing bruises, Zotul unhappily went to the Council House again. Mr.\n Broderick was no longer with them, a suave assistant informed him.\n Would he like to see Mr. Siwicki instead? Zotul would.", "and a half, the Earthmen had wrought magnificent changes on this\n backward world. As Broderick had said, the progress of the tortoise was\n slow, but it was extremely sure.", "\"Your governments belong to us, too,\" said Broderick. \"When they could\n not pay for the roads, the telegraphs, the civic improvements, we took\n them over, just as we are taking you over.\"", "\"Just sign this paper,\" said Broderick, \"and you become part of our\n Easy Payment Plan.\"", "\"I have a surprise for you,\" smiled Broderick. \"Here is a contract. You\n will start making ceramic parts for automobile spark plugs and certain", "Siwicki was tall, thin, dark and somber-looking. There was even a hint\n of toughness about the set of his jaw and the hardness of his glance.", "He said, \"How much does the freight cost?\"\n\n\n Broderick told him." ], [ "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,", "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.", "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", "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.", "\"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.\"", "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", "\"You mean,\" exclaimed Zotul, aghast, \"that you Earthmen own everything\n on Zur?\"\n\n\n \"Even your armies.\"", "maintain. But all Zurians who had to keep up with the latest from Earth\n had them. Now it was possible not only to hear about things of Earth,\n but to see them as they were broadcast from the video tapes.", "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.", "In spite of the fact that a terrestrial ship had landed at every Zurian\n city of major and minor importance, and all in a single day, it took\n some time for the news to spread.", "\"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.\"", "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.", "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", "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", "Immediately, the Earthmen established what they called\n \"corporations\"—Zurian trading companies under terrestrial control. The\n object of the visit was trade.", "the baggy costume of Zur, he looked almost like a Zurian, except for\n an indefinite sense of alienness about him.", "\"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.\"", "loaded with printed circuits, resistors, variable condensers and other\n radio parts. This was Earth's first step toward flooding Zur with the\n natural follow-up in its campaign of advertising—radio programs—with", "modern—keep up with the times! We heads of government on Zur are doing\n all in our power to aid the Earthmen and facilitate their bringing a\n great, new culture that can only benefit us. See how Zur has changed in" ], [ "But at the end of three years, the Earthmen dropped their option.\n The Pottery of Masur had no more contracts. Business languished. The", "The demand for Masur tile hit rock bottom.\n\n\n The next time the brothers went to see the governor, he said, \"I cannot\n handle such complaints as yours. I must refer you to the Merchandising\n Council.\"", "Almost apologetically, Zotul told of the encroachment that had been\n made upon the business of the Pottery 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", "\"Once,\" he said formally, \"the Masur fortune was the greatest in\n the world of Zur. That was before my father, the famous Kalrab", "The result of the new flood was that in the following year, the sale of\n Masur ceramic table service dropped to less than a tenth.", "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.", "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.", "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", "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.\"", "Masur has long supported the government with heavy taxes. Now it is\n time for the government to do something for us.\"\nThe governor's palace was jammed with hurrying people, a scene of", "million had been made and sold by the Masurs alone, not counting the\n hundreds of thousands of copies turned out by competitors in every\n land.", "The brothers Masur got along in spite of dropped options. They had less\n money and felt the pinch of their debts more keenly, but television\n kept their wives and children amused and furnished an anodyne for the\n pangs of impoverishment.", "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.", "thing among the brothers Masur, as among everybody, to be frustrated in\n their desires. However, they had Zotul to take it out upon, and they\n did.", "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.", "\"I see.\" Zotul puzzled over it sadly. \"It is too much,\" he said. \"Our\n plant doesn't make enough money for us to meet the payments.\"", "\"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.\"", "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" ], [ "The brothers discussed the situation for an hour, and all the while\n Father Kalrab sat and pulled his scanty whiskers. Seeing that they got\n nowhere with their wrangle, he cleared his throat and spoke up.", "The brothers, when they heard of this, were too stunned to think of\n beating Zotul, by which he assumed he had progressed a little and was\n somewhat comforted.", "All the brothers could no longer be spared from the plant, even for the\n purpose of pressing a complaint. Their days of idle wealth over, they\n had to get in and work with the clay with the rest of the help.", "Happily for the brothers, they did not understand this at the time or\n they would surely have gone back to be buried in their own clay.", "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?\"", "his brothers. That wouldn't take him out of the rank of scapegoat, of\n course, but the beatings might become fewer and less severe.", "Broderick stroked his shaven chin and looked sad. \"Why didn't you come\n to me sooner? This would never have happened. But now that it has,", "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", "thing among the brothers Masur, as among everybody, to be frustrated in\n their desires. However, they had Zotul to take it out upon, and they\n did.", "In their dozenth conference since that first and fateful one, the\n brothers Masur decided upon drastic steps. In the meantime, several", "It sounded wonderful. But how would the brothers take it? Zotul\n wrestled with his misgivings and the misgivings won.", "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", "The brothers Masur got along in spite of dropped options. They had less\n money and felt the pinch of their debts more keenly, but television\n kept their wives and children amused and furnished an anodyne for the\n pangs of impoverishment.", "\"Here.\" Broderick handed him a sheaf of chattel mortgages. \"Have each\n of your brothers sign one of these, then bring them back to me. That is\n all there is to it.\"", "\"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.\"", "and a half, the Earthmen had wrought magnificent changes on this\n backward world. As Broderick had said, the progress of the tortoise was\n slow, but it was extremely sure.", "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", "The brothers, unable to meet the Payments that were not so Easy any\n more, looked up Zotul and cuffed him around reproachfully.", "At any rate, the brothers Masur were still able to console themselves\n that they had their tile business. Tile served well enough for houses", "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.\"" ], [ "Immediately, the Earthmen established what they called\n \"corporations\"—Zurian trading companies under terrestrial control. The\n object of the visit was trade.", "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", "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.", "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,", "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", "\"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.\"", "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.", "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", "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.", "In spite of the fact that a terrestrial ship had landed at every Zurian\n city of major and minor importance, and all in a single day, it took\n some time for the news to spread.", "\"You mean,\" exclaimed Zotul, aghast, \"that you Earthmen own everything\n on Zur?\"\n\n\n \"Even your armies.\"", "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.", "but you'll be working for us ... until the children of Earth and Zur\n are equal in knowledge and therefore equal partners. That's why we had\n to break down your caste system.\"", "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", "\"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.\"", "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.", "maintain. But all Zurians who had to keep up with the latest from Earth\n had them. Now it was possible not only to hear about things of Earth,\n but to see them as they were broadcast from the video tapes.", "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", "sorry for thinking as I did about the Earthmen. They really intend to\n do well by us.\"" ] ]

[ "Who was stigmatized the most over swearing publicly?", "What is not increasing as time goes on?", "What would Graves and Montagu agree about?", "Why does swearing lose its power?", "What would the author say about the impact of swearing on our current society?", "Who would the author most agree with about swearing?", "What wouldn't the author agree with?" ]

[ [ "Kenneth Tynan", "Robert Graves", "Michael Irvin ", "Greg Lloyd" ], [ "the amount of people allowed to swear without punishment", "the amount of words considered taboo", "the amount of profanity heard", "societal tolerance" ], [ "swear words are overused", "swearing is the adult form of whining", "swearing prevents aggressive behaviors", "swearing makes people feel better" ], [ "kids are less scared of swearing than they used to be", "as people get older, the words are easier to say", "the ideas they represent are less taboo than they used to be", "our culture has matured, making swearing unimportant" ], [ "it is important for our culture to continue to grow accustomed to using swear words", "our feeling about swearing now shows a more educated society", "we have more rebels than we used to", "it is unhealthy for our society to have powerless swear words" ], [ "Mussolini", "Ashley Montagu", "Robert Graves", "Michael Irvin" ], [ "new swear words will exist in the future", "it's important for a culture to have profane words", "swear words have changed over the centuries", "all people should become more comfortable with swearing" ] ]

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[ [ "When someone swears, Montagu wrote, \"potentially noxious energy is", "was a fan of swearing. Thirty years earlier, almost to", "Swearing isn't the only public act that Western civilization condones today but didn't 30 years ago. But it is one of the most interesting. It is everywhere, impossible to avoid or tune out.", "anthropologist Ashley Montagu, whose Anatomy of Swearing , published", "But there is something else important to say about swearing--that it represents the invocation of those ideas a society considers powerful, awesome, and a little scary.", "those signs exactly as you would expect: They cursed them.", "A few hours later, Michael Irvin of the Dallas Cowboys offered this spirited defense of his coach on TV after his team won the National Football Conference title: \"Nobody deserves it more than Barry Switzer. He took all of this [expletive] .\"", "The cheapening of profanity in modern America represents, more than", "who had said \"[expletive]\" on the BBC.", ", thought that profanity was the adult replacement for childhood", "law against swearing. Mussolini actually did that. He decreed", "escaped punishment, but he acquired a public reputation for tastelessness", "almost anything can be said in public, profanity ceases to", "it was profane, in the original sense: It took an", "they have tossed off a whole catalog of obscenities I", "What the dirty words will be, God only knows.", "obscene word to go out on the airwaves. Tynan escaped", "an important idea in vain. Profanity can be an act", "of their superiors on Mount Olympus; they also swore upon", "that has more to do with feminism than with profanity)," ], [ "as time goes on.", "less. But this is too simple. It isn't just the", "30 years, it has also grown more violent, not less.", "long time in Western culture. It does not serve those", "There are a couple of plausible answers. One of them", "These days, none", "under suffering is usually impossible.\" So one reaches back for", "Nor do we", "us in the other direction. By the time they have", "When someone swears, Montagu wrote, \"potentially noxious energy is", "happen.\" Irvin wasn't about to let that stand. \"I knew", "longer forbidden will come as news to nobody: The steady", "danger. It was not a word or an idea to", "than anything else, the crumbling of belief. There are very", "wrote, when \"wailing is rightly discouraged, and groans are", "the point where it just doesn't carry the emotional freight", "on time, had to carry signs that read \"Non bestemmiare", "I am reasonably sure that when my children have children,", "and ineffectual. If you are surprised at all, you say", "I did not even hear until I was well into" ], [ "them is emotional release. Robert Graves, who wrote a book", "When someone swears, Montagu wrote, \"potentially noxious energy is", "stage. \"Certainly,\" he replied. \"I think there are very", "used, as Ashley Montagu said, \"sotto voce , like a", "anthropologist Ashley Montagu, whose Anatomy of Swearing , published", "happen.\" Irvin wasn't about to let that stand. \"I knew", "for good reason. He believed that cabbage cured hangovers, and", "fully understand. \"By the Cabbage!\" Socrates is supposed to have", "To much of ordinary Britain, he became the man who", "knew exactly what I was saying,\" he insisted later. \"Those", "most Athenians did. Most Americans tell poll-takers that they believe", "of their superiors on Mount Olympus; they also swore upon", "honor of Italy.\") The commuters of Rome reacted to those", "and as such, carried sufficient power and mystery to invest", "under suffering is usually impossible.\" So one reaches back for", "would have said, \"We're in big trouble.\" Societal tolerance", "wrote, when \"wailing is rightly discouraged, and groans are", "\"Those of you who can't believe I said it--believe", "Many enlightened people", "those episodes, and, incongruous as it may sound, I thought" ], [ "But there is something else important to say about swearing--that it represents the invocation of those ideas a society considers powerful, awesome, and a little scary.", "When someone swears, Montagu wrote, \"potentially noxious energy is", "The cheapening of profanity in modern America represents, more than", "Swearing isn't the only public act that Western civilization condones today but didn't 30 years ago. But it is one of the most interesting. It is everywhere, impossible to avoid or tune out.", ", thought that profanity was the adult replacement for childhood", "emotive power. If they have lost that power through overuse,", "was a fan of swearing. Thirty years earlier, almost to", "an important idea in vain. Profanity can be an act", "almost anything can be said in public, profanity ceases to", "its power to awe, it loses its power to create", "to derive an emotional release. Forbidden language is one of", "law against swearing. Mussolini actually did that. He decreed", "coming generation, profanity will return in a meaningful way. It", "What the dirty words will be, God only knows.", "century comes to an end; the currency of swearing has", "the supply of dirty words that matters, it's their emotive", "utters it without undue embarrassment or guilt. And one feels", "anthropologist Ashley Montagu, whose Anatomy of Swearing , published", "we're [expletive] ,\" he says. Five years ago, he", "it was profane, in the original sense: It took an" ], [ "But there is something else important to say about swearing--that it represents the invocation of those ideas a society considers powerful, awesome, and a little scary.", "The cheapening of profanity in modern America represents, more than", "Swearing isn't the only public act that Western civilization condones today but didn't 30 years ago. But it is one of the most interesting. It is everywhere, impossible to avoid or tune out.", "When someone swears, Montagu wrote, \"potentially noxious energy is", ", thought that profanity was the adult replacement for childhood", "was a fan of swearing. Thirty years earlier, almost to", "anthropologist Ashley Montagu, whose Anatomy of Swearing , published", "coming generation, profanity will return in a meaningful way. It", "who had said \"[expletive]\" on the BBC.", "What the dirty words will be, God only knows.", "an important idea in vain. 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But it is one of the most interesting. It is everywhere, impossible to avoid or tune out.", "anthropologist Ashley Montagu, whose Anatomy of Swearing , published", ", thought that profanity was the adult replacement for childhood", "The cheapening of profanity in modern America represents, more than", "What the dirty words will be, God only knows.", "law against swearing. Mussolini actually did that. He decreed", "an important idea in vain. Profanity can be an act", "who had said \"[expletive]\" on the BBC.", "he would have said \"screwed.\" Twenty years ago, he would", "book in the 1920s called The Future of Swearing ,", "A few hours later, Michael Irvin of the Dallas Cowboys offered this spirited defense of his coach on TV after his team won the National Football Conference title: \"Nobody deserves it more than Barry Switzer. He took all of this [expletive] .\"", "that has more to do with feminism than with profanity),", "we're [expletive] ,\" he says. Five years ago, he", "almost anything can be said in public, profanity ceases to", "it was profane, in the original sense: It took an", "the supply of dirty words that matters, it's their emotive", "the subject, saw profanity as a safety valve rather than" ], [ "happen.\" Irvin wasn't about to let that stand. \"I knew", "stage. \"Certainly,\" he replied. \"I think there are very", "When someone swears, Montagu wrote, \"potentially noxious energy is", "would have said, \"We're in big trouble.\" Societal tolerance", "less. But this is too simple. It isn't just the", "under suffering is usually impossible.\" So one reaches back for", "knew exactly what I was saying,\" he insisted later. \"Those", "There are a couple of plausible answers. One of them", "any taboo is to applaud it, but this is wrong.", "Nor do we", "fully understand. \"By the Cabbage!\" Socrates is supposed to have", "most Athenians did. Most Americans tell poll-takers that they believe", "them is emotional release. Robert Graves, who wrote a book", "utters it without undue embarrassment or guilt. And one feels", "wrote, when \"wailing is rightly discouraged, and groans are", "Swearing isn't the only public act that Western civilization condones today but didn't 30 years ago. But it is one of the most interesting. It is everywhere, impossible to avoid or tune out.", "for good reason. He believed that cabbage cured hangovers, and", "appropriate response was \"no kidding.\" In 1996, you do", "One could point", "and ineffectual. If you are surprised at all, you say" ] ]

[ "Who didn't understand Dole's accusations towards the Times?", "Who didn't agree with Dole about the way the Times treated him?", "Why does Seelye say she's hard on Dole?", "What is a similarity between Dole and Clinton?", "Who felt the most sympathetic towards Dole?", "Who would the author most likely side with?", "Which word would the author use to describe Dole?", "What is a reason that Dole attacked the Times?", "What isn't a way that the Times treated Dole unfairly?" ]

[ [ "the author of this text", "Dole's staff members", "Times readers", "Times reporters" ], [ "Dole's campaign officials", "Katharine Seelye", "John Buckley", "Andrew Rosenthal" ], [ "because of the way he treated her at the beginning", "because of the way he speaks", "because he tried to get her fired", "because of the way his campaign is being run" ], [ "the Times has showed them both at their worst", "the Times has downplayed both of their scandals", "the Times has published unflattering pictures of both of them", "the Times improperly quotes what they've said" ], [ "Bill Clinton", "the author", "Andrew Rosenthal", "John Buckley" ], [ "Dole, because the Times was publishing many unflattering things about him", "Dole, because he deserved to be treated better on his way out of politics", "The Times, because Dole was blowing their treatment of him out of proportion", "The Times, because it is their job to show both sides of all politicians" ], [ "confused", "frustrated", "well-spoken", "respected" ], [ "he wanted to away with all newspapers", "to glean positive support from anti-Times voters", "his advisers recommended doing so", "he was angry at the reporters from the Times" ], [ "they published unfavorable pictures of him", "the way they quoted him emphasized his flaws", "they had no full-time reporters following him", "they omitted information about Dole's successes" ] ]

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[ [ "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", "reader to believe that Dole was talking about a very", "Dole insisted. \"I doubt if you even read it in", "Oct. 26 story reporting Dole's attack on the Times ,", "(the day the Times endorsed Clinton), Dole called the paper", "reading remarks, Dole tried to explain his recent attacks on", "than the coverage of Dole, as even other Times reporters", "story reported that \"Mr. Dole accused the President of 'playing", "stories in the New York Times . Only anti-Dole stories", "Adam Nagourney, the Times ' other reporter covering Dole full", "Dole vs. the\nTimes", "Dole look ridiculous by quoting him all too accurately, depicting", "Oct. 24. In New Orleans, Dole charged the paper with", "later, she quoted Dole in another story: \"They've turned the", "says, Dole actually had a great week. The campaign's complaint", "9, when Nelson Warfield, Dole's press secretary, staged a", "Dole staff would be quoted by name for this story,", "when the paper played what Dole aides billed as a" ], [ "stories in the New York Times .\" Dole repeated his", "(the day the Times endorsed Clinton), Dole called the paper", "than the coverage of Dole, as even other Times reporters", "at the paper. In fact, Dole's fury at the Times", "Oct. 26 story reporting Dole's attack on the Times ,", "Dole is attacking the Times because he is truly furious", "Adam Nagourney, the Times ' other reporter covering Dole full", "stories in the New York Times . Only anti-Dole stories", "Dole insisted. \"I doubt if you even read it in", "says, Dole actually had a great week. The campaign's complaint", "later, she quoted Dole in another story: \"They've turned the", "reader to believe that Dole was talking about a very", "says. On the specifics, Rosenthal says that the Times ran", "story reported that \"Mr. Dole accused the President of 'playing", "Dole staff would be quoted by name for this story,", "Dole vs. the\nTimes", "by the media, including the Times , because he is", "coverage of a speech the previous day. Dole, in New", "Oct. 24. In New Orleans, Dole charged the paper with", "9, when Nelson Warfield, Dole's press secretary, staged a" ], [ "charge that she misquotes Dole, Seelye routinely makes Dole", "Seelye manages to get every Dole mumble, repetition, and", "assert that \"Seelye has misquoted Dole on numerous occasions and", "we have been tough on him,\" Seelye says. This stems,", "though unflattering, Seelye's Mametizing of Bob Dole can hardly", "later, she quoted Dole in another story: \"They've turned the", ", Seelye writes:", "problems.\" With Seelye, the official says, the problem is \"not", "of Dole has been excessively bitchy from day one, in", "reader to believe that Dole was talking about a very", "Dole insisted. \"I doubt if you even read it in", "the paper. According to Katharine Seelye, who has covered", "Dole look ridiculous by quoting him all too accurately, depicting", "Dole is attacking the Times because he is truly furious", "public. Dole, who is simply less photogenic, is an easier", "according to a senior Dole aide, the attacks are heartfelt", "stories in the New York Times .\" Dole repeated his", "reading remarks, Dole tried to explain his recent attacks on", "heartfelt on the candidate's part. Dole has been going after", "from the campaign's own internal problems. Dole's campaign has been" ], [ "later, she quoted Dole in another story: \"They've turned the", "the Republican convention, Dole blasted the Clinton administration as a", "public. Dole, who is simply less photogenic, is an easier", "But if Dole", "reader to believe that Dole was talking about a very", "stories in the New York Times .\" Dole repeated his", "story reported that \"Mr. Dole accused the President of 'playing", "(the day the Times endorsed Clinton), Dole called the paper", "on Bob Dole or nice to Bob Dole,\" he says.", "been a Nixonian streak in Bob Dole, by which I", "Seelye manages to get every Dole mumble, repetition, and", "been settled. Dole, it appears, will end his political career", "Dole staff would be quoted by name for this story,", "Dole look ridiculous by quoting him all too accurately, depicting", "For several weeks now, pundits have debated how Bob Dole", "says, Dole actually had a great week. The campaign's complaint", "perpetually underestimating the size of Dole crowds. \"Clinton even", "along together 12 years ago.\" On Tuesday, Dole was still", "Adam Nagourney, the Times ' other reporter covering Dole full", "covered Dole since the beginning of his campaign, the complaints" ], [ "reader to believe that Dole was talking about a very", "heartfelt on the candidate's part. Dole has been going after", "later, she quoted Dole in another story: \"They've turned the", "according to a senior Dole aide, the attacks are heartfelt", "But if Dole", "with Dole caught a glimpse of the enmity Oct. 9,", "Dole look ridiculous by quoting him all too accurately, depicting", "says, Dole actually had a great week. The campaign's complaint", "along together 12 years ago.\" On Tuesday, Dole was still", "Dole staff would be quoted by name for this story,", "Dole insisted. \"I doubt if you even read it in", "on Bob Dole or nice to Bob Dole,\" he says.", "Seelye manages to get every Dole mumble, repetition, and", "stories in the New York Times .\" Dole repeated his", "it captures the spirit of the event, with Dole grimly", "Dole would exit the stage. Would he depart on a", "reading remarks, Dole tried to explain his recent attacks on", "public. Dole, who is simply less photogenic, is an easier", "covered Dole since the beginning of his campaign, the complaints", "9, when Nelson Warfield, Dole's press secretary, staged a" ], [ "say, and something he would not say.\" The letter continues:", "The answer, I think, is that there has always been", "about himself? Would he leave with anger or with humor?", "Dole look ridiculous by quoting him all too accurately, depicting", "But there's another point, too. Contrary to Buckley's charge", "the exclamation points, and making him sound at least compos", "reader to believe that Dole was talking about a very", "The press, as many have complained, overemphasizes the \"horse", ", Seelye writes:", "has reacted to this assault by highhandedly quoting everything and", "Dole insisted. \"I doubt if you even read it in", "And now Gandhi is gaaaawn. Gaaaaandhi, gone gone gone.", "Rosenthal, who", "control.\" Buckley complains that the story \"could lead the reader", "hardly be called unfair. It is not as if the", "on CNN the other night by saying, \"I like the", "But though", "I mean a part of him which feels shut out of", "at the same Georgetown parties.\" The deeper story here isn't", "never learned.\" That phrase recalled an attack he made on" ], [ "reader to believe that Dole was talking about a very", "Dole look ridiculous by quoting him all too accurately, depicting", "later, she quoted Dole in another story: \"They've turned the", "stories in the New York Times .\" Dole repeated his", "on Bob Dole or nice to Bob Dole,\" he says.", "Seelye manages to get every Dole mumble, repetition, and", "Dole staff would be quoted by name for this story,", "But if Dole", "Dole would exit the stage. Would he depart on a", "Dole insisted. \"I doubt if you even read it in", "it captures the spirit of the event, with Dole grimly", "public. Dole, who is simply less photogenic, is an easier", "been settled. Dole, it appears, will end his political career", "says, Dole actually had a great week. The campaign's complaint", "make Dole look like a decomposing monster. But unlike the", "along together 12 years ago.\" On Tuesday, Dole was still", "heartfelt on the candidate's part. Dole has been going after", "story reported that \"Mr. Dole accused the President of 'playing", "according to a senior Dole aide, the attacks are heartfelt", "animal house!\" Most reporters would write, Bob Dole yesterday compared" ], [ "Dole is attacking the Times because he is truly furious", "Oct. 26 story reporting Dole's attack on the Times ,", "at the paper. In fact, Dole's fury at the Times", "stories in the New York Times .\" Dole repeated his", "(the day the Times endorsed Clinton), Dole called the paper", "reading remarks, Dole tried to explain his recent attacks on", "Dole vs. the\nTimes", "stories in the New York Times . Only anti-Dole stories", "Oct. 24. In New Orleans, Dole charged the paper with", "by the media, including the Times , because he is", "reader to believe that Dole was talking about a very", "than the coverage of Dole, as even other Times reporters", "Dole insisted. \"I doubt if you even read it in", "according to a senior Dole aide, the attacks are heartfelt", "So why is Dole singling it out? Dole's attacks on", "story reported that \"Mr. Dole accused the President of 'playing", "Dole look ridiculous by quoting him all too accurately, depicting", "9, when Nelson Warfield, Dole's press secretary, staged a", "Dole staff would be quoted by name for this story,", "Adam Nagourney, the Times ' other reporter covering Dole full" ], [ "stories in the New York Times .\" Dole repeated his", "than the coverage of Dole, as even other Times reporters", "Oct. 26 story reporting Dole's attack on the Times ,", "stories in the New York Times . Only anti-Dole stories", "(the day the Times endorsed Clinton), Dole called the paper", "Dole is attacking the Times because he is truly furious", "Adam Nagourney, the Times ' other reporter covering Dole full", "at the paper. In fact, Dole's fury at the Times", "Dole vs. the\nTimes", "Oct. 24. In New Orleans, Dole charged the paper with", "Dole insisted. \"I doubt if you even read it in", "story reported that \"Mr. Dole accused the President of 'playing", "later, she quoted Dole in another story: \"They've turned the", "when the paper played what Dole aides billed as a", "coverage of a speech the previous day. Dole, in New", "assert that \"Seelye has misquoted Dole on numerous occasions and", "says, Dole actually had a great week. The campaign's complaint", "reader to believe that Dole was talking about a very", "by the media, including the Times , because he is", "All sorts of potential Dole scandals have been soft-pedaled by" ] ]

[ "What do Lois and Lorraine have in common?", "Which word least describes Judy?", "Which mystical element didn't Judy claim to encounter?", "What was Lorraine the least secretive about?", "What didn't happen on Judy's first encounter with the fountain?", "Who is Honey?", "What did Lorraine likely learn by the end of this text?", "What is likely to happen next?" ]

[ [ "they both care deeply about Judy", "they both have a curious nature", "they got married on the same day", "they're both unhappy in their marriages" ], [ "humble", "secretive", "inquisitive", "polite" ], [ "gnomes", "ghosts", "a magic carpet", "a talking fountain" ], [ "her knowledge of the fountain", "her jealousy of Judy", "her relationship with her husband", "why she didn't want to go to the Brandt estate" ], [ "she fell asleep", "she explored the tower", "she made wishes", "she tried to find her grandparents" ], [ "Judy's sister-in-law", "Judy's younger sister", "their mutual friend", "Judy's grandmother" ], [ "be loyal to your friends", "honesty can keep you out of trouble", "be skeptical of stories", "jealousy can get you in trouble" ], [ "the girls will be arrested", "the girls will get back in their car and drive to Judy's house", "the girls will locate the fountain and make wishes", "the girls will meet the people living in the Brandt estate" ] ]

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[ [ "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.”", "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.”", "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", "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.", "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.", "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.”", "think of others that my wishes started to come true.”\n“But what were they?” Lois insisted.\nLorraine seemed unusually quiet and thoughtful.", "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", "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", "“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", "“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", "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.”", "“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", "“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", "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", "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.", "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", "She and Lois both argued that it would be better to\n inquire at the house. Lois knew Helen Brandt slightly.\n“She’d be glad to show us around. This way it", "she would say. Judy wondered, as they searched\n through the old magazines, what was wrong. Lorraine\n was of a jealous disposition. Was the green-eyed", "Why, Lorraine? Why didn’t you want to be recognized?”\nLorraine hesitated a moment and then replied\n evasively, “People don’t generally enter private" ], [ "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", "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.", "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", "“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", "If she did, she pretended not to.\n“Where?” she asked. “To the fountain? I’d love\n to, wouldn’t you, Judy?”", "more.”\n“Wasn’t there anything more you wanted?” Lois\n asked.\n“Of course,” replied Judy. “There were lots more", "“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", "“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.”", "she would say. Judy wondered, as they searched\n through the old magazines, what was wrong. Lorraine\n was of a jealous disposition. Was the green-eyed", "and Judy hadn’t noticed her old eyes twinkling\n behind her glasses. “What do you propose to do with\n yourself this time?”", "“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", "wedding trying to solve a mystery. I don’t believe\n she’d understand—understand any better than I do.\n Everyone has problems, and I’m sure Judy is no\n exception.”", "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", "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", "“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,” 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", "the chocolate pudding after Judy had mixed it generously\n with cream.\n“Sometimes,” Judy said fondly, “Blackberry thinks", "it can’t be as bad as it appears. There isn’t\n anything that Judy can’t solve.”\nLorraine tilted her head disdainfully. “We’re sisters", "noise came from the floor above.\n“Come on. There’s nothing up here to be afraid\n of,” Judy urged her friends." ], [ "“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", "“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", "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", "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", "“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", "If she did, she pretended not to.\n“Where?” she asked. “To the fountain? I’d love\n to, wouldn’t you, Judy?”", "“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", "wedding trying to solve a mystery. I don’t believe\n she’d understand—understand any better than I do.\n Everyone has problems, and I’m sure Judy is no\n exception.”", "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", "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", "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.", "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", "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.", "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", "show up the spooks?”\n“I didn’t say the attic was haunted.”\nJudy was almost sorry she had mentioned it. She", "“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", "more.”\n“Wasn’t there anything more you wanted?” Lois\n asked.\n“Of course,” replied Judy. “There were lots more", "“Up here we can all turn back the clock. Does anybody\n care to explore the past?”\nThe exploration began enthusiastically with Judy\n relating still more of what she remembered about", "and Judy hadn’t noticed her old eyes twinkling\n behind her glasses. “What do you propose to do with\n yourself this time?”", "“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," ], [ "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.”", "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", "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.”", "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.", "“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", "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", "Why, Lorraine? Why didn’t you want to be recognized?”\nLorraine hesitated a moment and then replied\n evasively, “People don’t generally enter private", "“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", "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.”", "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.", "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", "think of others that my wishes started to come true.”\n“But what were they?” Lois insisted.\nLorraine seemed unusually quiet and thoughtful.", "“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—”", "“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", "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.”", "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.", "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.”", "she would say. Judy wondered, as they searched\n through the old magazines, what was wrong. Lorraine\n was of a jealous disposition. Was the green-eyed", "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", "“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" ], [ "If she did, she pretended not to.\n“Where?” she asked. “To the fountain? I’d love\n to, wouldn’t you, Judy?”", "“A fountain with tears for water. How strange!”\n she remembered saying aloud.\nJudy had never seen a real fountain. The thrill of", "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.", "“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", "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.", "her. “Weren’t you crying on my picture up\n there in the attic?”\n“Then you—you\nare\nthe fountain!” Judy remembered", "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", "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", "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", "“A tear?” Judy had asked. “How can I shed a\n tear when I’m happy? This is a wonderful place.”\n“Shed a tear in the fountain and your wishes will", "“Maybe they wanted it that way. Maybe they\n wished neither of them would outlive the other. If\n they did wish in the fountain,” Judy went on more", "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", "strangest thing of all was the fountain itself.”\n“Why?” asked Lorraine. “Do you still think it was\n enchanted?”", "The Haunted Fountain\nCHAPTER I\nAn Unsolved Mystery\n“Tell Judy about it,” begged Lois. “Please, Lorraine,", "believe I thought about it again until after we moved\n to Farringdon and I walked up to your door and\n saw the fountain on your lawn.”", "pretend the fountain in the picture was filled with\n all the tears lonely girls like herself had ever cried.\n“But that would make it enchanted!” she had suddenly", "easy to park in out-of-the-way places. Judy laughed\n and said if they did find the fountain she thought\n she’d wish for one exactly like 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", "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.", "one.\n“Make your wishes, Judy. Wish wisely. If you\n shed a tear in the fountain your wishes will surely\n come true.”" ], [ "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", "she was to see on her honeymoon at Niagara Falls.\n But all that was in the future. If anyone had told\n the freckled-faced, pigtailed girl that she would one", "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", "I followed it. There’s something about a path in\n the woods that always tempts me.”\n“We know that, Judy. Honey told us all about", "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", "“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", "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?”", "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", "“Oh, nothing. Forget I said anything about it. You\n were telling us how you woke up in the hammock,\n but you never did explain how you got back home,”", "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.”", "“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", "“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", "There wasn’t a house in sight.”\n“The Brandt house is just over the top of this next\n hill,” Lois put in.", "“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,", "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", "“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", "in Dry Brook Hollow. I remember thinking of how\n lonely I was and how I wished for a friend or a sister,\n and suddenly a tear splashed in the water. It made", "said in a mysterious whisper.\nCHAPTER II\nIf Wishes Came True\n“Did you?” Lois interrupted the story to ask excitedly.", "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.”" ], [ "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.”", "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", "“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’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", "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.", "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.", "“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", "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.”", "Why, Lorraine? Why didn’t you want to be recognized?”\nLorraine hesitated a moment and then replied\n evasively, “People don’t generally enter private", "“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—”", "“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", "think of others that my wishes started to come true.”\n“But what were they?” Lois insisted.\nLorraine seemed unusually quiet and thoughtful.", "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", "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.”", "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", "she would say. Judy wondered, as they searched\n through the old magazines, what was wrong. Lorraine\n was of a jealous disposition. Was the green-eyed", "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.", "“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", "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.”", "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" ], [ "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", "“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,", "now, I think you ought to let us know. Otherwise,\n I’m afraid we won’t be very welcome.”\n“I don’t think they’ll welcome us, anyway. I do", "“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", "“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", "“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", "took?”\n“Why don’t we take it ourselves and find out?”\n Lois suggested.\nCHAPTER III\nA Strange Encounter", "“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", "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.", "“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", "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", "“He can read my mind. He always knows where\n I’m going,” Judy said as the door creaked open and\n the cat shot through it. A moment later a weird rolling", "“Oh, nothing. Forget I said anything about it. You\n were telling us how you woke up in the hammock,\n but you never did explain how you got back home,”", "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?”", "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.”", "acquired sudden wealth, or else he’s just working on\n the estate.”\n“Then you’ve been here lately? Why didn’t you", "“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.", "we’ll encounter any tigers, but we may be accused\n of trespassing.”\n“I’m sure we will be,” announced Judy as two" ] ]

[ "What don't Mia and Ri have in common?", "Which doesn't describe Extrone?", "Why are Ri and Mia the guides?", "Why is Mia most afraid of Extrone?", "How is their world different from ours?", "Who does Extrone trust the most?", "What isn't a reason that Ri turned on Mia?", "What doesn't a farn beast have according to the story?", "Which isn't a reason that Extrone chose Ri as bait?", "What may have gone differently if Ri had listened to Mia?" ]

[ [ "they both think Extrone is going to kill them", "they've killed farn beasts", "they're businessmen", "they both dislike Extrone" ], [ "excitable", "generous", "wealthy", "powerful" ], [ "they're part of Extrone's Hunting Club", "they're the best guides around", "they have experience with the beasts", "they needed the money Extrone was going to pay them" ], [ "he has the military behind him", "they know too much about him now", "he knows too many of their secrets", "he's the only one with a weapon" ], [ "there is distrust among the citizens", "the government is run the same", "they both have powerful armies", "powerful people control what happens next" ], [ "Ri", "Mia", "businessmen", "Lin" ], [ "he thought Mia had a better chance to survive", "Mia's ideas scared him", "he thought his honesty would save him", "he didn't want to be bait" ], [ "a strong sense of smell", "a tail", "mates", "sharp fangs" ], [ "he's upset that Ri killed a farn beast first", "he's the best suited to be bait", "he never planned to let Ri live", "he doesn't trust Ri" ], [ "they could have shared the truth with the galaxy", "they could have killed Extrone", "they both could have escaped Extrone", "they could have discovered the farn beasts without bait" ] ]

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[ [ "\"It's getting cold,\" Ri said.\n\n\n \"Listen,\" Mia pleaded.", "\"So?\" Ri said. \"But who are they?\"\nIt was Mia's turn to shrug. \"Whoever they were, they couldn't have been\n hunters. They'd have kept the secret better.\"", "\"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.\"", "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.", "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.", "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.", "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 shuddered. \"That's different. Don't you see? This is not at all like\n that.\"", "\"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?\"", "\"That's another lie,\" Mia continued. \"That he protects the people from\n the Army. That's a lie. I don't believe they were\never", "\"It makes you think,\" Mia added. He twitched. \"I'm afraid. I'm afraid", "Ri got to his feet. One of his hands reached out, plucked nervously\n at Lin's bare forearm. \"Look,\" he whispered. \"You know him. I have—a", "\"It's like this,\" Mia said. \"I see it like this. The Army\nput\nhim in\n power when the people were in rebellion against military rule.\"\nRi swallowed. \"We couldn't make the people believe that.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"No,\" Ri said. \"Even if we tried to tell them, they wouldn't listen.\n Everybody would\nknow", "Ri twisted at the grass shoot, broke it off, worried and unhappy.\n \"What's he want to see\nme\nfor?\"\n\n\n \"I don't know,\" Lin said curtly.", "Mia said, \"I hope you're right.\" They stood side by side, studying the\n blast area in silence. Finally, Mia said, \"We better be getting back.\"\n\n\n \"What'll we tell 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?\"", "underlined by an occasional piping call, something like a whistle. Ri's\n screams were shrill, echoing away, shiveringly. Lin sat quiet, hunched.", "\"This isn't ours!\" Ri said. \"This looks like it was made nearly a year\n ago!\"\n\n\n Mia's eyes narrowed. \"The military from Xnile?\"" ], [ "Extrone said, \"Which one is he?\"\n\n\n \"That one. Right over there.\"\n\n\n \"The one with his back to me?\"", "\"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 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.", "\"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.\"", "\"No, sir. No, because....\"\n\n\n Extrone was smiling innocently. \"Good. I want you to do something for\n me.\"", "\"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 stared at them for a space. Then, indifferently, he turned\n away, in the direction of a resting bearer. \"You!\" he said. \"Hey! Bring", "\"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?\"", "\"What in hell do you want?\" Extrone asked.\n\n\n They stopped a respectful distance away. \"Sir....\" one began.", "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.\"", "\"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.", "Ri glanced nervously around the tent, his sharp eyes avoiding Extrone's\n glittering ones. \"Few people have seen them, sir.\"", "Still Extrone did not lift his blast rifle. He was laughing. Lin\n waited, frozen, his eyes staring at the farn beast in fascination.", "\"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?\"", "\"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 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.", "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!\"", "\"So?\" Ri said. \"But who are they?\"\nIt was Mia's turn to shrug. \"Whoever they were, they couldn't have been\n hunters. They'd have kept the secret better.\"", "\"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.\"", "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", "\"It's getting cold,\" Ri said.\n\n\n \"Listen,\" Mia pleaded.", "Mia said, \"The first time,\nwe\nweren't guides. We didn't notice it so\n much then.\"\n\n\n They fought a few yards more into the forest.", "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.", "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.", "\"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.", "Ri swallowed sickly.\n\n\n \"Remember our guide? To keep our hunting territory a secret?\"", "Ri got to his feet. One of his hands reached out, plucked nervously\n at Lin's bare forearm. \"Look,\" he whispered. \"You know him. I have—a", "\"It's like this,\" Mia said. \"I see it like this. The Army\nput\nhim in\n power when the people were in rebellion against military rule.\"\nRi swallowed. \"We couldn't make the people believe that.\"", "\"Sir?\" Ri said, hurrying toward him in the gathering darkness.\n\n\n \"Eh?\" Extrone said, turning, startled. \"Oh, you. Well?\"", "Shortly they were inside of the scrub forest, safe from sight. \"Let's\n wait here,\" Mia said.\n\n\n \"No, we better go on. He may have sent a spy in.\"", "\"The people won't support them,\" Ri answered woodenly.\n\n\n \"\nThink.\nIf he tells them to, they will. They trust him.\"\n\n\n Ri looked around at the shadows.", "Ri was greenish. \"You ... you....\"\n\n\n Extrone turned to Lin. \"Tie one end around his waist.\"", "\"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.\"", "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.", "\"That's another lie,\" Mia continued. \"That he protects the people from\n the Army. That's a lie. I don't believe they were\never", "\"No,\" Ri said. \"Even if we tried to tell them, they wouldn't listen.\n Everybody would\nknow" ], [ "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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 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.", "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.", "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?\"", "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.\"", "\"Listen,\" Mia said in a hoarse whisper. \"I just thought. Listen. To\n hell with how he found out. Here's the point. Maybe he'll shoot us,\n too, when the hunt's over.\"", "Ri glanced nervously around the tent, his sharp eyes avoiding Extrone's\n glittering ones. \"Few people have seen them, sir.\"", "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.", "were trembling. \"It's not me you want to do this to. It's Mia, sir.\nHe\nkilled a farn beast before\nI", "\"No, sir. No, because....\"\n\n\n Extrone was smiling innocently. \"Good. I want you to do something for\n me.\"", "Extrone said, \"Which one is he?\"\n\n\n \"That one. Right over there.\"\n\n\n \"The one with his back to me?\"", "\"Let me hear you scream,\" Extrone said.\n\n\n Ri moaned weakly.", "\"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'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?\"", "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!\"", "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." ], [ "Ri shuddered. \"That's different. Don't you see? This is not at all like\n that.\"", "\"... 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.\"", "\"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.", "Then it ended. Or, rather, there was a wide gap. Before them lay a\n blast area, unmistakable. The grass was beginning to grow again, but\n the tree stumps were roasted from the rocket breath.", "To keep them from revolt again. They'd be ready to believe us, then.\n He'll have a hard enough time without people running around trying to\n tell the truth.\"", "\"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.\"", "know\nwe were lying. Everything they've come to\n believe would tell them we were lying. Everything they've read, every\n picture they've seen. They wouldn't believe us.", "\"No,\" Ri said. \"Even if we tried to tell them, they wouldn't listen.\n Everybody would\nknow", "\"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.", "\"They have very long, sharp fangs, and, when enraged, are capable of\n tearing a man—\"\n\n\n \"An alien?\" Extrone corrected.", "\"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?\"", "face. The sun seemed stuck in the sky, and the heat squeezed against\n them, sucking at their breath like a vacuum. The insect went away.\n Still, endless, hopeless, monotonous, Ri screamed.", "\"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.\"", "\"I.... No, sir. There must have been previous hunters, sir.\"\nExtrone narrowed his eyes. \"I see by your eyes that you are\n envious—that is the word, isn't it?—of my tent.\"", "Ri wrinkled his brow, panting. \"I guess that's it. If there were a lot\n of them, we'd have heard something before we did. But even so, it's\n damned funny, when you think about it.\"", "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.", "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.\"", "The two of them, beneath the leaf-swollen branches of the gnarled tree,\n were seated on their sleeping bags. The moon was clear and cold and", "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", "\"One is enough in\nmy\ncamp.\"\nThe two of them went forward, alone, into the forest. Extrone moved" ], [ "\"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 said, \"Which one is he?\"\n\n\n \"That one. Right over there.\"\n\n\n \"The one with his back to me?\"", "\"You'll be safe,\" Extrone said, studying his face with amusement. \"I'll\n shoot the animal before it reaches you.\"", "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.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"He's good bait,\" Extrone said. \"He's fat enough and he knows how to\n scream good.\"", "Extrone carried the only weapon, slung easily over his shoulder, a\n powerful blast rifle, capable of piercing medium armor in sustained", "\"No, sir. No, because....\"\n\n\n Extrone was smiling innocently. \"Good. I want you to do something for\n me.\"", "Ri glanced nervously around the tent, his sharp eyes avoiding Extrone's\n glittering ones. \"Few people have seen them, sir.\"", "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?\"", "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.\"", "Ri squirmed, his face pale. \"We do indeed love you, sir.\"\n\n\n Extrone bent forward. \"\nKnow\nme and love me.\"", "\"There's a lot of satisfaction in fooling them, too,\" Extrone said.\n \"Making them come to your bait, where you can get at them.\" He", "\"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.", "\"You don't seem to see what I mean,\" Extrone said. \"\nWe\nwon't be\n the—ah—the bait.\"\n\n\n \"Oh?\"", "\"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.", "\"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 narrowed, and he began to pet the gun stock with quick,\n jerky movements. Lin licked his lips, keeping his eyes on Extrone's", "\"Sir?\" Ri said, hurrying toward him in the gathering darkness.\n\n\n \"Eh?\" Extrone said, turning, startled. \"Oh, you. Well?\"" ], [ "\"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.\"", "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.", "\"It's getting cold,\" Ri said.\n\n\n \"Listen,\" Mia pleaded.", "\"So?\" Ri said. \"But who are they?\"\nIt was Mia's turn to shrug. \"Whoever they were, they couldn't have been\n hunters. They'd have kept the secret better.\"", "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.", "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.", "Mia said, \"I don't think he even saw a blast area over here. I think he\n wanted to get us in trouble.\"", "\"It's like this,\" Mia said. \"I see it like this. The Army\nput\nhim in\n power when the people were in rebellion against military rule.\"\nRi swallowed. \"We couldn't make the people believe that.\"", "\"That's another lie,\" Mia continued. \"That he protects the people from\n the Army. That's a lie. I don't believe they were\never", "\"Listen,\" Mia said in a hoarse whisper. \"I just thought. Listen. To\n hell with how he found out. Here's the point. Maybe he'll shoot us,\n too, when the hunt's over.\"", "\"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?\"", "\"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.\"", "Ri twisted at the grass shoot, broke it off, worried and unhappy.\n \"What's he want to see\nme\nfor?\"\n\n\n \"I don't know,\" Lin said curtly.", "Ri shuddered. \"That's different. Don't you see? This is not at all like\n that.\"", "Ri's mouth twisted. \"I didn't say you did.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"Listen,\" Mia repeated intently. \"This is important. Right now he\n couldn't afford to let us talk. Not right now. Because the Army is", "\"The people won't support them,\" Ri answered woodenly.\n\n\n \"\nThink.\nIf he tells them to, they will. They trust him.\"\n\n\n Ri looked around at the shadows.", "\"No,\" Ri said. \"Even if we tried to tell them, they wouldn't listen.\n Everybody would\nknow", "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" ], [ "\"... 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.\"", "\"I wish to God I'd never heard of a farn beast,\" Ri said. \"At least,", "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 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.\"", "\"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.", "\"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.", "\"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.", "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.", "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.\"", "\"You were, I believe, the first ever to kill a farn beast?\" he said.", "\"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.\"", "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.", "\"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.", "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.", "Still Extrone did not lift his blast rifle. He was laughing. Lin\n waited, frozen, his eyes staring at the farn beast in fascination.", "\"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 breeze dies down.\"\n\n\n \"It's screwy. I didn't think farn beasts had this wide a range. There\n must be a lot of them, to be on both sides of the ridge like this.\"" ], [ "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?\"", "\"You don't seem to see what I mean,\" Extrone said. \"\nWe\nwon't be\n the—ah—the bait.\"\n\n\n \"Oh?\"", "\"He's good bait,\" Extrone said. \"He's fat enough and he knows how to\n scream good.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"Sir?\" Ri said, hurrying toward him in the gathering darkness.\n\n\n \"Eh?\" Extrone said, turning, startled. \"Oh, you. Well?\"", "\"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 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.", "\"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.\"", "\"Yes, sir,\" Ri said. Suddenly he threw back his head. \"Listen!\"\n\n\n \"Eh?\" Extrone said.", "\"There's a lot of satisfaction in fooling them, too,\" Extrone said.\n \"Making them come to your bait, where you can get at them.\" He", "\"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.", "Ri glanced nervously around the tent, his sharp eyes avoiding Extrone's\n glittering ones. \"Few people have seen them, sir.\"", "\"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.", "\"No, sir. No, because....\"\n\n\n Extrone was smiling innocently. \"Good. I want you to do something for\n me.\"", "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.", "\"Yes?\"\n\n\n \"Look,\" Extrone said. \"If that's the case, why do we bother tracking\n them? Why not make them come to us?\"", "Ri licked his lips. \"No. He wouldn't do that. We're not—not just\n anybody. He couldn't kill us like that. Not even", "Ri squirmed, his face pale. \"We do indeed love you, sir.\"\n\n\n Extrone bent forward. \"\nKnow\nme and love me.\"", "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!\"", "Extrone said, \"Which one is he?\"\n\n\n \"That one. Right over there.\"\n\n\n \"The one with his back to me?\"" ], [ "\"It's getting cold,\" Ri said.\n\n\n \"Listen,\" Mia pleaded.", "\"Listen,\" Mia said in a hoarse whisper. \"I just thought. Listen. To\n hell with how he found out. Here's the point. Maybe he'll shoot us,\n too, when the hunt's over.\"", "\"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.\"", "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.", "\"So?\" Ri said. \"But who are they?\"\nIt was Mia's turn to shrug. \"Whoever they were, they couldn't have been\n hunters. They'd have kept the secret better.\"", "\"Listen,\" Mia repeated intently. \"This is important. Right now he\n couldn't afford to let us talk. Not right now. Because the Army is", "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.", "\"No,\" Ri said. \"Even if we tried to tell them, they wouldn't listen.\n Everybody would\nknow", "Ri's hands worried the sides of his outer garment. \"Yes, sir. It would\n have been.\"", "\"Yes, sir,\" Ri said. Suddenly he threw back his head. \"Listen!\"\n\n\n \"Eh?\" Extrone said.", "Shortly they were inside of the scrub forest, safe from sight. \"Let's\n wait here,\" Mia said.\n\n\n \"No, we better go on. He may have sent a spy in.\"", "\"The people won't support them,\" Ri answered woodenly.\n\n\n \"\nThink.\nIf he tells them to, they will. They trust him.\"\n\n\n Ri looked around at the shadows.", "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.", "Mia said, \"I hope you're right.\" They stood side by side, studying the\n blast area in silence. Finally, Mia said, \"We better be getting back.\"\n\n\n \"What'll we tell him?\"", "\"I—Look, sir. Listen to me.\" Ri's lips were bloodless and his hands", "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", "Ri looked up at the moon, shivering. \"No. We have friends. We have\n influence. He couldn't just like that—\"\n\n\n \"He could say it was an accident.\"", "Mia said, \"I don't think he even saw a blast area over here. I think he\n wanted to get us in trouble.\"", "\"It's like this,\" Mia said. \"I see it like this. The Army\nput\nhim in\n power when the people were in rebellion against military rule.\"\nRi swallowed. \"We couldn't make the people believe that.\"", "\"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?\"" ] ]

[ "Who is writing this?", "What is Jodie Allen most likely to say about Donald Trump?", "Who does Chatterbox likely agree the most with?", "What isn't something mentioned in multiple events?", "What isn't a place that the information came from?", "Which word best describes the writers of 2, 7, and 17?" ]

[ [ "Chatterbox", "a variety of people", "Dan Crist", "Chatterbox's readers" ], [ "I'd vote for him for president", "Donald should be proud of himself", "Donald deserves his negative rating", "the people's dislike for Donald was exaggerated" ], [ "Dan Crist", "Felicia", "Walt Mossberg", "Henry Cohen" ], [ "famous people", "politics", "technology", "world events" ], [ "news columnists", "viewers of his blog", "news shows", "anonymous writers" ], [ "optimistic", "enthusiastic", "sorrowful", "sarcastic" ] ]

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[ [ "Chatterbox (moonlighting as \"Today's Papers\" columnist) observed not", "( Disclaimer: Although", "by Linda Tripp. Presumably this came as no surprise to", "Shafer wrote in this column, Ronald Reagan, after he left", "to be. Reader Dan Crist (who finds Chatterbox's habit", "Harris book brilliantly takes us deeper into the mind of", "Erewhon", "When Chatterbox invited", "in Samuel Butler's", "habit of referring to himself in the third person \"rather", "December.", "I nominate as the", "story.", "6. 1999: The Road Not Taken", "--Walt Mossberg, \"Personal Technology\" columnist for the Wall Street Journal (and occasional rock-music historian for this column)", "--Jim Landau from North Potomac, Md. (formerly of the Bronx)", "-- Felicia, Menlo Park, Cal. \n\n \n\n Chatterbox replies:", "Several were done in the name of God or love", "slipped Chatterbox's mind until several indignant readers wrote in to", "polled. The paper noted that this achievement far eclipsed the" ], [ "Reform Party candidate Donald Trump, who managed to make an", "-- Jodie Allen of U.S. News & World Report (and frequent \n\n Slate contributor)", "to Mr. Trump, who, upon announcing the formation of a", "Trump by Peter Morgan/Reuters; Natalie Portman by Keith", "Photographs of: Donald Trump", "by Linda Tripp. Presumably this came as no surprise to", "-- Felicia, Menlo Park, Cal. \n\n \n\n Chatterbox replies:", "( Disclaimer: Although", "--Jim Landau from North Potomac, Md. (formerly of the Bronx)", "When Chatterbox invited", "had cited polls with \"amazing results\"--a remark that was widely", "A sitting president was accused of rape. \n\n --Ananda Gupta", "to be. Reader Dan Crist (who finds Chatterbox's habit", "Chatterbox (moonlighting as \"Today's Papers\" columnist) observed not", "Sen. Arlen Specter, citing Scottish law, finds Clinton \"not proven\" on the impeachment charges. \n\n --Andrew Solovay", "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.", "--Susan Hoechstetter \n\n \n\n 8. A Lunatic Rhapsody for the New York Yankees", "18. All Dolled Up and Nowhere To Go in 1999 \n\n \n\n General Pinochet", "14. Barbara Walters Did This One on Her Year-End Special, But It's Still Good", "John Kennedy Jr. (multiple sources) \n\n Susan Strasberg (anonymous tipster; Strasberg played Anne Frank in the original production of the Broadway adaptation, which some people think wasn't Jewish enough)" ], [ "When Chatterbox invited", "Chatterbox has solid information or opinions to the contrary, he", "Chatterbox (moonlighting as \"Today's Papers\" columnist) observed not", "Although Chatterbox previously stated that he wouldn't include opinions he", "response was overwhelming. Chatterbox had promised to publish his official", "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.", "-- Felicia, Menlo Park, Cal. \n\n \n\n Chatterbox replies:", "[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.\"]", "slipped Chatterbox's mind until several indignant readers wrote in to", "Chatterbox interjects: Yes, but the evidence was shaky--something", "scene. [ Chatterbox interjects: Didn't people get assaulted and", "to be. Reader Dan Crist (who finds Chatterbox's habit", "he disagreed with, that standard proved too confining. Where Chatterbox", "--Henry Cohen \n\n \n\n Chatterbox interjects: Didn't Baltimore Mayor Kurt Schmoke do the same thing 11 years ago?", "[Chatterbox hasn't seen it.] \n\n 4. Most Shameless (and Unsuccessful) Attempt To Have It Both Ways in 1999 :", "Mrs. Whozit [ Chatterbox interjects : her name was Anne Sheafe Miller], the first person ever to be saved by penicillin (Blair Bolles)", "Japan bombed Pearl Harbor in Dec. 1941. Also, Chatterbox", "( Disclaimer: Although", "to discuss the subject, and thereby brings closer the day", "by Linda Tripp. Presumably this came as no surprise to" ], [ "--Josh Pollack \n\n \n\n 20. Unremarked Natural Disaster in 1999", "You also left out all the shooting rampages . Several", "Several were done in the name of God or love", "significant event of 1999 that, for some bizarre reason, slipped", "in past years. In fact, by winning three of the", "year.\" However, this one singular achievement must be considered in", "( Disclaimer: Although", "Don't forget Woodstock 1999", "invited readers to nominate events, significant deaths, good and bad", "[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.\"]", "A sitting president was accused of rape. \n\n --Ananda Gupta", "Chatterbox (moonlighting as \"Today's Papers\" columnist) observed not", "is not matched in sports or in any other aspect of", "You've got the wrong year. That was 1998 .", "[Chatterbox hasn't seen it.] \n\n 4. Most Shameless (and Unsuccessful) Attempt To Have It Both Ways in 1999 :", "polled. The paper noted that this achievement far eclipsed the", "-- anonymous tipster \n\n \n\n 16. Get Me a New Century, Quick", "of society. The 1999 win is possibly the most unique.", "scene. [ Chatterbox interjects: Didn't people get assaulted and", "the story, was not very forthcoming about. As Jack Shafer" ], [ "-- Felicia, Menlo Park, Cal. \n\n \n\n Chatterbox replies:", "Chatterbox has solid information or opinions to the contrary, he", "the story, was not very forthcoming about. As Jack Shafer", "Although Chatterbox previously stated that he wouldn't include opinions he", "by Linda Tripp. Presumably this came as no surprise to", "( Disclaimer: Although", "Chatterbox (moonlighting as \"Today's Papers\" columnist) observed not", "Chatterbox interjects: Yes, but the evidence was shaky--something", "These followed Haiti, Bosnia, and Rwanda as places where the West delayed sending in troops because of alarmist predictions. \n\n --Jerry Skurnik", "history on Dec. 19, 1998. (That same news-filled day,", "--Josh Pollack \n\n \n\n 20. Unremarked Natural Disaster in 1999", "--Jim Landau from North Potomac, Md. (formerly of the Bronx)", "Times reported on Nov. 10, 1999, that a new", "-- anonymous tipster \n\n \n\n 16. Get Me a New Century, Quick", "scene. [ Chatterbox interjects: Didn't people get assaulted and", "You also left out all the shooting rampages . Several", "-- Jodie Allen of U.S. News & World Report (and frequent \n\n Slate contributor)", "rape. The evidence there was shaky, too.", "to be. Reader Dan Crist (who finds Chatterbox's habit", "John Kennedy Jr. (multiple sources) \n\n Susan Strasberg (anonymous tipster; Strasberg played Anne Frank in the original production of the Broadway adaptation, which some people think wasn't Jewish enough)" ], [ "6. 1999: The Road Not Taken", "Several were done in the name of God or love", "to be. Reader Dan Crist (who finds Chatterbox's habit", "( Disclaimer: Although", "Chatterbox (moonlighting as \"Today's Papers\" columnist) observed not", "in past years. In fact, by winning three of the", "-- anonymous tipster \n\n \n\n 16. Get Me a New Century, Quick", "Shafer wrote in this column, Ronald Reagan, after he left", "invited readers to nominate events, significant deaths, good and bad", "Eleven-Twelfths of 1999 In Review", "they have won 25 of the last 78 years, nearly", "in Samuel Butler's", "-- Jodie Allen of U.S. News & World Report (and frequent \n\n Slate contributor)", "polled. The paper noted that this achievement far eclipsed the", "17. The Most Important Thing of All That Happened 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.", "year.\" However, this one singular achievement must be considered in", "slipped Chatterbox's mind until several indignant readers wrote in to", "Century\" (so called by me to reflect the amazing growth", "In 1999, more than" ] ]

[ "Why does the narrator only want one bed?", "Why doesn't the narrator care about having eaten in the past day and a half?", "Why is it ironic that the narrator calls Doc his dad in the beginning?", "Why is Doc struggling with a man at the beginning?", "Why is Doc insistent about an order when the narrator returns from eating?", "Why is the narrator thinking about the words \"First Edition\" when he returns with food?", "Why did Miss Casey give the narrator the piece of paper?", "Why did the narrator think Doc held the key to becoming powerful?" ]

[ [ "He wants to be able to buy himself a coffee later on", "He needs the spare money to buy food for himself and Doc", "He is convinced everyone is trying to cheat him out of his money, and refuses to pay for more than he needs", "He is frugal on principle, and knows that Doc needs supervision" ], [ "He does not actually need to eat to survive", "He is an evolved human who does not actually need to eat to survive", "Water is more important than food, so he needs to find that first", "He is preoccupied by his stronger need for coffee" ], [ "Doc is actually his dad, he only thinks it's a lie", "His own dad is just as violent, so it's a fair comparison", "He only met the Doc a few days ago and they don't know each other well enough to be family", "Doc and the narrator are not actually from the same planet, and can't be related" ], [ "The man had insulted the narrator, and he couldn't stand for that, so he attacked him", "Doc was trying to get information from the man that he was refusing to share", "Doc was in the throes of withdrawal and was easily upset, latching on to the closest person he saw", "The other man was argumentative and didn't think Doc knew the truth about the story he was telling" ], [ "The narrator didn't get Doc's food order before he left, and he doesn't like burgers", "The narrator didn't get Doc's food order before he left, and he doesn't like burgers", "There was no order to anything in the room and Doc was getting stressed out, needing structure", "The slip of paper the lady had given the narrator was an order for Doc to fulfill" ], [ "He thought he remembered something about a book Doc needed", "The slip of paper had requested the first edition of a book, so he knew it had to be that specifically", "As a side effect of the time travel technology, the narrator was putting pieces together about the situation as he read the notebook", "The woman had been telling him about books" ], [ "It was an accident, she had swapped it with the scrap of paper she meant to give the narrator", "She wanted to pass the order along to Doc, the only person who could find the book", "It was a ploy to learn more about Doc and what he had developed, so she had more evidence", "She thought the narrator owed her for her buying him coffee and food, and he could repay her by finding the book" ], [ "Doc's inventions would allow them to take over the world", "His bond with Doc meant he had, in a way, already experienced the result of what he was developing", "Doc had promised him the technology to reach the Moon, and this would be worth a lot of money", "He knew Doc would be able to find a way to break addiction, improving life for everyone" ] ]

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[ [ "\"We'll use one bed,\" I told him. \"I'll give you twenty cents.\" I felt\n the round hard quarter in my pocket, sweaty hand against sticky lining.", "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.)", "\"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.", "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.", "The tubercular clerk looked up from the gaudy comics sections of one of\n those little tabloids that have the funnies a week in advance.\n\n\n \"Fifteen cents a bed,\" he said mechanically.", "It was easier this night and that made me afraid. Doc's thin frame,\n layered with lumpy fat, was beginning to muscle-dance against my side.", "\"She didn't,\" he stammered. \"Why do you think I was trying to get that\n bill out of your hand?\"", "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.", "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.", "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", "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.", "the look on my face. \"I'll give you a\nroom\nfor the two bits. That's\n better'n a bed for twenty.\"", "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 told the human no, thanks, and walked Doc toward the flophouse three\n doors down. I hoped we would make it. I didn't know what would happen", "He gestured with a pale hand. \"To maintain a logical approach, I must\n reject the supernatural. Your arrival, unless hallucinatory—and", "\"Where's the room?\" I asked.\nThe room was six feet in all directions and the walls were five feet", "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?\"", "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 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", "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 hadn't eaten in a day and a half, but I didn't care much.", "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.", "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", "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", "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?\"", "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,", "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.", "Several other hamburgers followed the first. I lost count. I drank a\n glass of milk. I didn't want to black out on coffee with Doc waiting\n for me.", "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.", "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", "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 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.", "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.", "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", "\"Concentrate,\" Doc said hoarsely. \"Concentrate....\"\n\n\n I wondered what the words meant. Wondering takes a kind of\n concentration.", "\"Of course,\" I said, and added absurdly, \"That's why I don't wash.\"", "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.", "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", "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." ], [ "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 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.", "\"Concentrate,\" Doc said hoarsely. \"Concentrate....\"\n\n\n I wondered what the words meant. Wondering takes a kind of\n concentration.", "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.", "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", "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 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.", "\"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", "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.", "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", "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", "\"Sure,\" the man agreed severely, prying a little worriedly at Doc's\n arthritic fingers that were clamped on his collar. \"No argument. Sure,", "Doc sat on the floor in the half-darkness and he had made a\nthing\n.\nMy heart hammered at my lungs. I", "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.", "\"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.\"", "\"Listen, Kevin. Listen carefully to what I am saying. Doc found\n a method of time travel. It was almost a purely mathematical,", "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.\"", "Nothing came out of my gabbling mouth.\n\n\n \"\nWhat is Doc's full name?\n\"", "\"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.", "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.\"" ], [ "\"Sure,\" the man agreed severely, prying a little worriedly at Doc's\n arthritic fingers that were clamped on his collar. \"No argument. Sure,", "Doc had this solemn human by the throat when I caught up with him.", "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", "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.", "the desk with my free hand and hauled the scrawny human up against the\n register hard. I'm not as strong in my hands as Doc, but I managed.", "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", "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,", "\"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", "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.", "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.", "\"Concentrate,\" Doc said hoarsely. \"Concentrate....\"\n\n\n I wondered what the words meant. Wondering takes a kind of\n concentration.", "It was easier this night and that made me afraid. Doc's thin frame,\n layered with lumpy fat, was beginning to muscle-dance against my side.", "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", "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.", "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.", "\"Give me a nickel.\"\n\n\n The clerk's hand fell on the coin and slid it off into the unknown\n before I could move, what with holding up Doc.", "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", "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." ], [ "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,", "Several other hamburgers followed the first. I lost count. I drank a\n glass of milk. I didn't want to black out on coffee with Doc waiting\n for me.", "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.", "\"Sure,\" the man agreed severely, prying a little worriedly at Doc's\n arthritic fingers that were clamped on his collar. \"No argument. Sure,", "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.", "\"Concentrate,\" Doc said hoarsely. \"Concentrate....\"\n\n\n I wondered what the words meant. Wondering takes a kind of\n concentration.", "I had to help Doc. I had to have some coffee. \"What do you want?\"", "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.", "I looked up at his stubbled face. \"I had half a dozen hamburgers, a\n cup of coffee and a glass of milk. I want four more 'burgers to go and", "It was easier this night and that made me afraid. Doc's thin frame,\n layered with lumpy fat, was beginning to muscle-dance against my side.", "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.", "\"Give me a nickel.\"\n\n\n The clerk's hand fell on the coin and slid it off into the unknown\n before I could move, what with holding up Doc.", "\"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.", "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", "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", "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.", "Doc sat on the floor in the half-darkness and he had made a\nthing\n.\nMy heart hammered at my lungs. I", "\"An order, my boy, an order,\" he whispered.\n\n\n I didn't know what he meant. Was he suddenly trying to give me orders?", "\"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" ], [ "The words \"First Edition\" were what I was thinking about most.\nThe heavy-set man in the ornate armchair was saying, \"The bullet struck\n me as I was pulling on my boot....\"", "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.", "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", "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.", "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", "\"He became a book finder. He got rare editions of books and magazines\n for his clients in absolutely mint condition. That was all right—until\n he started obtaining books that", "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.", "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.", "\"Why, yes. I'm flattered. This is the first manuscript. Considering my\n professional handwriting, I recopied it more laboriously.\"", "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.\"", "Several other hamburgers followed the first. I lost count. I drank a\n glass of milk. I didn't want to black out on coffee with Doc waiting\n for me.", "I looked up at his stubbled face. \"I had half a dozen hamburgers, a\n cup of coffee and a glass of milk. I want four more 'burgers to go and", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nI admit it: I didn't know if I was coming or", "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", "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", "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 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.", "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.", "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.", "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" ], [ "... 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 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....", "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.", "\"She didn't,\" he stammered. \"Why do you think I was trying to get that\n bill out of your hand?\"", "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.", "\"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?\"", "\"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.", "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", "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.", "\"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.\"", "\"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", "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 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?\"", "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", "\"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.\"", "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 world disoriented itself and I was on the floor of the somber diner\n and Miss Vivian Casey was out of sight and scent.", "\"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.\"" ], [ "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,", "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.", "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 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.", "\"Concentrate,\" Doc said hoarsely. \"Concentrate....\"\n\n\n I wondered what the words meant. Wondering takes a kind of\n concentration.", "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", "Doc sat on the floor in the half-darkness and he had made a\nthing\n.\nMy heart hammered at my lungs. I", "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", "It was easier this night and that made me afraid. Doc's thin frame,\n layered with lumpy fat, was beginning to muscle-dance against my side.", "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 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.", "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.", "\"Sure,\" the man agreed severely, prying a little worriedly at Doc's\n arthritic fingers that were clamped on his collar. \"No argument. Sure,", "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.\"", "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", "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", "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 told the human no, thanks, and walked Doc toward the flophouse three\n doors down. I hoped we would make it. I didn't know what would happen" ] ]

[ "How does the point about Bill Clinton tie into the rest of the article?", "What statement best describes how the author feels about the magazine articles he discusses?", "How does the author see the role of food in romance?", "What was the role of the dice in the broader discussion?", "How does the author see the role of self-help?", "What is the best description of the author's view on a nightcap?", "Why does the author think less communication is better?", "Why is it suggested that you should not tell your partner when you take Viagra?" ]

[ [ "It was clear that Clinton talked too explicitly about his sex life with the people he was involved with, to his detriment", "If a president cannot be faithful to their partner, we are all succeptible to similar situations and have to keep things exciting", "Being able to discuss sex and public figures makes it easier for people to discuss a usually taboo topic", "It was a warning to make sure we keep our sexual drama very private, because trust is key" ], [ "A lot of the advice is too specific to remember in the moment, even if it's well-intentioned", "The articles vary in quality and usefulness by where they are published, but can have nuggets of wisdom", "All of the advice suggested things that would kill the mood, which is counterproductive", "The articles are only full of advice that no layperson can use, and aren't worth reading" ], [ "He thinks heightening the sensory experience is effective, though not in the way he expected", "He thinks that the menu has to be centered around aphrodisiacs to work well", "It's not worth blocking out so much time to cook something special together", "It's only effective if alcohols like rum and Kahlua are involved" ], [ "The dice highlighted the fun of sex games that are easy to partake in", "The combinations set by the dice did not seem natural and weren't as fun as expected", "There weren't enough options on the dice for them to be fun to use", "It was a relief to leave decision making out of the couple's hands for a while" ], [ "Self-help is bogus and isn't worth spending energy on", "It should be everyone's priority to pursue self-help to improve their sex lives", "Self-help is useful when it comes from videos, but not from books", "Self-help can come in a variety of ways but should be low-key in this area" ], [ "Alcohol is just another drug, and intimacy should be limited to natural influences only", "A drink here and there is fine as long as you don't go overboard", "Drinking will make it harder to remember the details of your plans for a romantic evening and should be avoided", "A drink will make you seem more attractive to your partner, and can help you out" ], [ "He is bad at communicating clearly and it makes things more complicated", "Being too explicit about things takes away some of the emotional aspect", "He thinks communication works better by doing, instead of by talking, especially in the bedroom", "His wife doesn't like discussing sex openly, so it's what he is used to" ], [ "Viagra is expensive and you don't want the conversation about money to distract from intimacy", "You don't want to be embarassed when they find out you need help getting aroused", "Viagra isn't something you need to be honest about with your partner", "Telling them takes some of the mystery out of the situation and is less fun" ] ]

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[ "What is the nature of the narrator's relationship with his wife?", "What does the narrator consider an imminent fun game?", "What does the encounter with Guy and Em tell the reader about the narrator?", "Why is the story's setting important for the plot?", "Why does the narrator lie to his son?", "What university is the narrator affiliated with?", "How does the volplas' culture differ from traditional human Western culture?", "Why is the narrator the only one who notices a flight of volplas soaring slowly across the full Moon?" ]

[ [ "They have a happy marriage but the narrator is interested in the maid.", "They have been together for a long time and the narrator is reaching a dangerous age.", "They are an affectionate couple who respect each other.", "They stayed together for their children and pretend to like each other." ], [ "Scattering young black-snakes inside people's homes.", "Teaching nonhumans a new language.", "Watching people walk into a trap.", "Releasing mutants into the world." ], [ "The narrator is more of an original prankster than a scientist.", "The narrator does not understand the implications that launching Rocket Charlie will have on science.", "The narrator intends to deter rather than advance science.", "The narrator is so immersed in his own experiment that he loses sight of his peers' significant accomplishments." ], [ "The narrator's ranch is so big it can conceal its inhabitants.", "The volplas can only survive in California.", "There are sparrows for the volplas to eat at the narrator's ranch.", "The volplas originally lived in a similar landscape." ], [ "Even though his son is a young man sooner than already, he is still too young to learn the full scope of the truth.", "A joke stops working when someone attempts to explain it.", "For his joke to have its desired effect, no one can know the full extent of his experiment.", "He is an eccentric and must abide by his personal eccentricities." ], [ "Associated Technical College", "Institute of Technology Inc ", "Modern Institute of Technology", "California Institute of Technology " ], [ "Volplas have a superior morality.", "Volplas have larger families.", "Volplas care for their children.", "Volplas can be promiscuous." ], [ "Because volplas are fictional creatures and people do not believe they exist.", "Because other witness believe this was ET with a little boy riding his bicycle over the moon.", "Because people generally only notice what they look for and would dismiss the phenomenon as something else.", "Because it is nighttime and everyone is indoors." ] ]

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[ [ "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.", "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.\"", "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.", "He said, \"'Ello, 'ello.\"\nAs I walked into the kitchen, giddy with this enormous joke, my wife", "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 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.", "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.", "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.", "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", "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.", "\"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 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.", "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.", "\"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....\"", "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?\"", "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?\"" ], [ "\"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.", "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.", "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 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!", "ranch and the fun would be on.", "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.", "was chasing one of the girls. As usual, she was anxious to be caught\n and stopped abruptly at the bottom of a little knoll.", "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!\"", "I was kneeling on the mattress, cuffing and roughing the male as one\n might a puppy dog, when one of the females playfully climbed up my", "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", "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", "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.\"", "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.", "\"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.\"", "The two girls were watching him intently. They came over to me\n wonderingly, stopping now and then to watch him. When they were", "him. Their lavish affection held him up for a time, but eventually he\n strutted in like every human hunter.", "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.", "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 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?\"", "I pointed. \"That's probably Guy and Em.\"", "said, \"Guy and Em are flying up for dinner. That rocket of Guy's they\n launched in the desert yesterday was a success. It pulled Guy up to\n Cloud Nine and he wants to celebrate.\"", "As we stepped up on the terrace, she turned to Guy and Em. \"He's out of\n contact today. Thinks he's Zeus.\"", "The two girls were watching him intently. They came over to me\n wonderingly, stopping now and then to watch him. When they were", "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.", "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 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!\"", "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", "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.", "\"Yeah, Dad. Can it, will you? You're always gagging around.\"\nOn the screen, Guy's big dead-earnest face was explaining more about", "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", "Guy on the shoulder. For just a moment, I thought of telling him about\n my volplas. But only for a moment.", "\"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.\"", "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 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.", "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.", "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.", "was chasing one of the girls. As usual, she was anxious to be caught\n and stopped abruptly at the bottom of a little knoll." ], [ "\"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.\"", "\"Well, when my old man was pumping his first fortune out of some oil\n wells in Oklahoma, we lived down there. Outside this little town, I", "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 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.", "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 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", "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", "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", "Until I had them out in the open country, it had been impossible to\n appreciate fully what lovely little creatures they were. They blended", "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.\"", "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.\"", "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", "She skated awkwardly between the rows of cages from which mutants with\n brown fur and blue fur, too much and too little fur, enormously long", "\"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?\"", "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", "\"All right. But go in the house and put on your swim suit.\"\n\n\n \"Oh,\nMother\n. Why?\"\n\n\n \"Because, dear, I said so.\"", "\"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.\"", "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 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" ], [ "\"Turned them over to the university for further study,\" I lied.\n\n\n \"Well,\" he said to her, \"you can't say our pop isn't a man of decision.\"", "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.", "\"Yeah, Dad. Can it, will you? You're always gagging around.\"\nOn the screen, Guy's big dead-earnest face was explaining more about", "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", "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?\"", "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", "\"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....\"", "\"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.", "Our son reared the new palomino I had just bought him for his\n fourteenth birthday and yelled down, \"Unhand that maiden, Burrhead, or\n I'll give you lead poisoning.\"", "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", "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", "\"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.\"", "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", "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.", "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.", "The boy carried the saddle up onto the terrace and dropped it. \"Mom,\n I'd like a swim before I eat.\" He started undressing.", "\"Well, when my old man was pumping his first fortune out of some oil\n wells in Oklahoma, we lived down there. Outside this little town, I", "\"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?\"", "The two girls were watching him intently. They came over to me\n wonderingly, stopping now and then to watch him. When they were", "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" ], [ "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.", "\"Turned them over to the university for further study,\" I lied.\n\n\n \"Well,\" he said to her, \"you can't say our pop isn't a man of decision.\"", "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", "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.", "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", "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!\"", "\"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....\"", "\"Well, when my old man was pumping his first fortune out of some oil\n wells in Oklahoma, we lived down there. Outside this little town, I", "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.", "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.", "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", "I grinned. \"Forgive me if I eat and run, dear. Something in the lab\n can't wait.\"", "\"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.", "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.\"", "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.", "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 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.\"", "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." ], [ "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.", "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 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,", "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 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.", "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", "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", "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 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.", "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.", "years, a long shift from the garbage-dump rats I had started with. But\n my first volplas were shockingly humanoid.", "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", "reluctantly admit the facts. Linguists would observe at close quarters\n and learn the simple volpla language. Then would come the legends.", "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.", "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", "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.", "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", "\"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?\"" ], [ "through the dark overhead, they chattered and laughed and sometimes\n moaned in winged love. One night a flight of them soared slowly across\n the face of the full Moon, but I was the only one who noticed.", "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.", "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", "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 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.", "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.", "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", "He looked around slowly at the breeze playing in the branches and\n dancing along the hillside grass. It was as if he had been flying a", "Volpla\nBy WYMAN GUIN\n\n\n Illustrated by DICK FRANCIS\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "The camera began to move and the mountains marched by, stark and\n awesomely wild. Toward the end of the movement, the shadow of the\n upright third stage appeared in the foreground.", "occurred to me they would not leave that safety while the hawklike\n silhouette of the volpla marred the sky so near.", "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.", "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,", "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.", "He flashed high above the stream and hung behind the crest of the hill\n where the doves rested. I heard their mourning from the oak tree. It", "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", "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", "perfectly with the California landscape. Occasionally, when they raised\n their arms, the spars would open and spread those glorious planes." ] ]

[ "What will happen if Anne becomes pregnant?", "Why does Norris need to collect the Bermuda-K-99 series?", "Why does Mrs. Glubbes shoot the doctor?", "How do they create neutroids?", "How have increasingly longer life spans impacted Federation society?", "Why shouldn't Anne feed the neutroids?", "Why does Doctor George think he can substitute Mrs. Glubbes nuetroid without her noticing?", "What kind of trouble could unauthorized neutroids mean for Norris?" ]

[ [ "Anne and Terry will be arrested and sterilized.", "Anne and Terry will be executed.", "Anne and Terry will be arrested, and Anne will be forced to abort the pregnancy.", "Anne and Terry will be forced to divorce, and they will be given a hysterectomy and a vasectomy, respectively." ], [ "It is possible one or more of them may become dangerous.", "They are female and not neuter.", "They are defective. They can only say \"mamma\", \"pappa\", and \"cookie.\"", "They have Eighteenth order virus." ], [ "He substituted her nuetroid for an identical model.", "She thinks he let her baby die.", "The doctor will not take her baby to the hospital.", "Mrs. Glubbes is mentally ill." ], [ "They modify the glandular makeup of chimpanzee ova using hormones.", "They incubate chimpanzee ova, giving them testosterone to keep the animals from developing ovaries.", "They bombard the unfertilized eggs with radiation.", "They change the structure of unfertilized egg genes using sub-atomic particles." ], [ "The population is tightly controlled to prevent scarcity.", "Mutant animals have been created to satisfy the parental desires of childless couples.", "Life expectancy has increased to 80.", "The whole country has become a giant suburb, with two houses on every acre." ], [ "Neutroids can only form attachments with a limited number of people. The neutroids at the kennel belong to other people.", "Neutroids are supposed to eat a nutritional paste from a mechanical feeder.", "Neutroids have a special diet to limit their physical and mental development.", "Neutroids could become excitable and bite someone who is not their owner." ], [ "Neutroids can only say a few words. It won't be able to give itself away by saying the wrong thing.", "Mrs. Glubbes believes the neutroid is a human baby. She's probably crazy enough not to notice a difference.", "He plans on changing the serial number.", "Neutroids from the same series look identical." ], [ "Unauthorized neutroid animals could be used as an alternate food source for the skyrocketing population.", "Unauthorized neutroids could cause food scarcity.", "Unauthorized neutroids would mean more taking \"babies\" away from their mothers and more killing.", "A black market for nuetroids could result in neutroid slavery." ] ]

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[ [ "\"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.\"", "\"Anne—\" Norris hesitated, hating to approach the subject. \"Do\n you—want one—for yourself? I can sign an unclaimed one over to you to\n keep in the house. It won't cost us anything.\"", "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 backed a few steps toward the door. Against his better judgment,\n he spoke again. \"Anne honey, look! Think of the\ngood", "it became necessary. When he turned from the phone, Anne was standing\n in the bedroom doorway. She might have been crying a little, but she\n concealed it well.", "His grin faded as he wondered which Anne would choose. The Norrises\n were class-C—defective heredity.", "Anne met him at the door when he came home at six. He stood on the\n porch for a moment, smiling at her weakly. The smile was not returned.", "Anne was asleep when he left the house. The night mist had gathered\n into clouds that made a gloomy morning of it. He drove on out in the", "\"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.\"", "Slowly she shook her head, and her pale eyes went moody and luminous.\n \"I'm going to have one of my own,\" she said.", "me how much trouble she had in childbirth, and how she can't ever\n have another one. It's pathetic. She\nbelieves\nit's her own. Do you", "\"Put it in the cage, Anne,\" he said quietly.\n\n\n She looked up and shook her head.", "\"She insists it's going to a hospital. Worst part is that she's heard\n of the disease. Knows it can be cured with the proper treatment—in", "When he tiptoed back inside, he got as far as the hall. Then he saw\n Anne's small figure framed in the bedroom window, silhouetted against", "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.\"", "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", "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", "Norris gave him the names and addresses of the three unwilling mothers.\n As soon as he hung up, Anne touched his shoulders and said, \"Sit\n still.\" She began smoothing a chilly ointment over his burning cheek.", "\"Doctor Georges came,\" she told him. \"He signed for the—\" She stopped\n to stare at him. \"Darling, your face! What happened?\"", "Anne snorted and caught the baby-creature in her arms. It struggled and\n tried to bite, but subsided a little when she disentangled it from the" ], [ "You will immediately begin a systematic and thorough survey of all\n animals whose serial numbers fall in the Bermuda-K-99 series for", "Norris shook his head. \"No. That's why I stopped by. There's some\n mistake on—\" he glanced at his list—\"on K-99-LJZ-351. Let's check it\n again.\"", "kennel-truck, meaning to get the rest of the Bermuda-K-99s so that he\n could begin his testing.", "Anthropos, Inc. They should be able to give him a list of all July's\n Bermuda K-99 serial numbers that had entered his territory, together", "foot, and sure enough it wasn't. I had to leave it. It was a K-99, but\n not even from Bermuda.\"", "Now he had enough cages for the Bermuda-K-99s.", "\"I'm Agent Norris, Mr. O'Reilley. Called you yesterday for that rundown\n on K-99 sales.\"", "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", "Norris withered. His voice went desperate. \"They assigned me to it\n because I\nliked", "\"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 held up the final kicking, squealing, tassel-haired doll from\n the back of the kennel-truck. He grinned at his wife. \"This little", "\"Inspector Norris? This is Doctor Georges. We haven't met, but I\n imagine we will. Are you extremely busy at the moment?\"\n\n\n Norris hesitated. \"Extremely,\" he said.", "Norris thought for a moment. \"I think I have\none\n. You're welcome to", "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 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.\"", "three hundred animals a month. He tried to estimate how many of July's\n influx had been K-99s from Bermuda Factory. Forty, at least. Could he", "\"Don't let me catch you falsifying a serial number.\"\n\n\n Doctor Georges laughed faintly. \"I won't, Norris. Thanks a million.\" He\n hung up quickly.", "Norris frowned at the last sentence. His district covered about two\n hundred square miles. Its replacement-quota of new neutroids was around", "\"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.", "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." ], [ "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", "\"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", "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", "\"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.\"", "\"What was all that?\" she asked.\n\n\n \"Woman killed a man. I happened to know the motive.\"\n\n\n \"What was it?\"", "one when they executed that shyster doctor for shooting K-108s full\n of growth hormones, trying to raise himself a harem to sell. Besides,", "\"Doctor Georges came,\" she told him. \"He signed for the—\" She stopped\n to stare at him. \"Darling, your face! What happened?\"", "\"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.\"", "\"Well, she's—uh—rather a\npeculiar\nwoman, Inspector. Keeps telling", "\"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.\"", "Norris backed a few steps toward the door. Against his better judgment,\n he spoke again. \"Anne honey, look! Think of the\ngood", "Anne met him at the door when he came home at six. He stood on the\n porch for a moment, smiling at her weakly. The smile was not returned.", "splinter on the door. He frowned studiously at the splinter. \"I—I'll\n see you tonight.\" He ripped the splinter loose when it became obvious\n that she didn't want to be kissed.", "Suddenly she turned and fled out of the building. She was sobbing.\nNorris climbed slowly down from the truck and wandered on into the\n house. She was not in the kitchen nor the living room. The bedroom door", "\"She insists it's going to a hospital. Worst part is that she's heard\n of the disease. Knows it can be cured with the proper treatment—in", "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", "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.\"", "that was precisely why they were dangerous!\nThere was no use hanging around after breakfast. His wife was in a hurt\n mood, and he could neither endure the hurt nor remove it. He put on his", "brandishing a pistol and screaming, 'You stole my baby! You gave me the\n wrong baby! Where's my 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", "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", "\"Come on,\" he grunted. \"Let's unload some neutroids, before I forget\n all about work.\"", "\"So it\nwould\ndevelop sexuality. A neutroid would be born a female", "were emotionally safer than the quasi-human chimp-K series called\n \"neutroids.\" When a pet neutroid died, a family was broken with grief;", "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.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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", "Norris frowned at the last sentence. His district covered about two\n hundred square miles. Its replacement-quota of new neutroids was around", "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.\"", "\"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?\"", "The doll-like neutroids began their mindless chatter as soon as their\n keepers entered the building. Dozens of blazing blond heads began", "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.\"", "\"I think so,\" Norris replied slowly. \"But what do you want me to do?\n Can't you send the neutroid to a vet?\"", "\"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.", "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", "were available from one to ten years human equivalent. Once a neutroid\n reached its age-set, it remained at the set's child-development level\n until death.", "He went into the neutroid room and flicked a switch. A few sleepy\n chatters greeted the light.", "The bio-agent waited. Again the thought of a black market troubled him.\n Unauthorized neutroids could mean lots of trouble.", "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" ], [ "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.", "\"And what can I do? You know how the Federation handles employment.\n They looked over my aptitude tests and sent me to Bio-Administration.", "were available from one to ten years human equivalent. Once a neutroid\n reached its age-set, it remained at the set's child-development level\n until death.", "the years of the aged. Man now had a life expectancy of eighty, except\n that he had damn little chance of being born to enjoy it.", "he created nothing. He thought that he had created—with his medical\n science and his end to wars—a longer life for the individual. But he\n found that he had only taken the lives of the unborn and added them to", "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", "smiles, and cherubic faces. They were sexually neuter and never grew\n beyond a predetermined age-set which varied for each series. Age-sets", "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.\"", "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", "Norris gave up thinking about it. Eventually he would have to adjust\n to it. He was already adjusted to a world that loved the artificial", "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.", "mutants as children. He had been brought up in it. Emotion came in\n conflict with the grim necessities of his job. Somehow he would have", "\"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—\"", "liked\nbabies. And because I have a B.S. in biology and an\n aptitude for dealing with people. Can't you understand? Destroying", "Norris frowned at the last sentence. His district covered about two\n hundred square miles. Its replacement-quota of new neutroids was around", "\"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?\"", "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.", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nThey were such cute synthetic creatures, it\n \nwas impossible not to love them. Of course,", "were emotionally safer than the quasi-human chimp-K series called\n \"neutroids.\" When a pet neutroid died, a family was broken with grief;", "\"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.\"" ], [ "\"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", "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.\"", "\"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.\"", "were emotionally safer than the quasi-human chimp-K series called\n \"neutroids.\" When a pet neutroid died, a family was broken with grief;", "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.\"", "\"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?\"", "\"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", "Norris frowned at the last sentence. His district covered about two\n hundred square miles. Its replacement-quota of new neutroids was around", "\"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.\"", "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.\"", "\"Put it in the cage, Anne,\" he said quietly.\n\n\n She looked up and shook her head.", "\"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.\"", "Anne snorted and caught the baby-creature in her arms. It struggled and\n tried to bite, but subsided a little when she disentangled it from the", "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 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", "\"So it\nwould\ndevelop sexuality. A neutroid would be born a female", "\"No more scratches?\" Anne asked him while they ate lunch. They did not\n speak of the night's mass-disposal." ], [ "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", "\"Doctor Georges came,\" she told him. \"He signed for the—\" She stopped\n to stare at him. \"Darling, your face! What happened?\"", "\"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", "\"Don't let me catch you falsifying a serial number.\"\n\n\n Doctor Georges laughed faintly. \"I won't, Norris. Thanks a million.\" He\n hung up quickly.", "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", "\"Inspector Norris? This is Doctor Georges. We haven't met, but I\n imagine we will. Are you extremely busy at the moment?\"\n\n\n Norris hesitated. \"Extremely,\" he said.", "\"I think so,\" Norris replied slowly. \"But what do you want me to do?\n Can't you send the neutroid to a vet?\"", "\"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?\"", "it, Doctor, but you can't fake a serial number. She'll know it. And\n even though they look exactly alike, the new one won't recognize her.\n It'll be spooky.\"", "\"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", "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.\"", "Norris sat breathing quickly. There could scarcely be two Doctor\n Georges in the community, but only this morning....", "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.\"", "\"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", "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", "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.\"", "And\nthat\n, he thought, was like trying to take a year-old baby away\n from its doting mother. He sighed and drove to the Wylo suburbs to\n begin his rounds.", "one when they executed that shyster doctor for shooting K-108s full\n of growth hormones, trying to raise himself a harem to sell. Besides,", "\"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 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?\"", "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?\"", "\"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.", "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", "\"Come on,\" he grunted. \"Let's unload some neutroids, before I forget\n all about work.\"", "were emotionally safer than the quasi-human chimp-K series called\n \"neutroids.\" When a pet neutroid died, a family was broken with grief;", "\"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.\"", "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", "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.\"", "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", "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.", "\"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", "Norris gave up thinking about it. Eventually he would have to adjust\n to it. He was already adjusted to a world that loved the artificial", "Norris watched disapprovingly while she fondled it. One thing he had\n learned: to steer clear of emotional attachments. It was eight months", "with a conveyor belt leading from it to a crematory-incinerator.\nNorris kept the third locked lest his wife see its furnishings.", "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." ] ]

[ "How does the author feel about Princess Mononoke?", "How does the animal kingdom feel about Ashitaka?", "How is Miyazaki viewed by his contemporaries?", "How does the author feel about Music of the Heart?", "What is the plot of Music of the Heart?", "How does Princess Mononoke differ from Disney animation?", "How did Meryl Streep prepare for the role of Roberta?", "Who is the antagonist of Princess Mononoke?", "How does the author feel San's relationship with Ashitaka changed her?" ]

[ [ "It is wonderfully strange.", "It is a world that draws you in and takes your breath away. The only distraction is poor voice casting.", "It is a powerful vision of the apocalypse.", "It is technically dazzling." ], [ "They too want to live together in harmony.", "They look upon him with feral hatred.", "They don't like him, some tolerate him.", "They are enemies." ], [ "Miyazaki is homiletic.", "Miyazaki is an inspiration to artists of many genres.", "Miyazaki is contemplative and ferocious.", "Miyazaki is solipsistic." ], [ "The film had lots of areas that could've been improved.", "The director missed his chance to make a great film by making safe choices.", "The film is not going to be nominated for an Academy Award.", "There is not enough footage of the students learning their instruments." ], [ "After a budget cut, a violin teacher in East Harlem arranges a fundraiser at Carnegie Hall.", "A white lady teaches violin in East Harlem.", "A violin teacher in East Harlem takes her students to Carnegie Hall.", "East Harlem students hate their perfectionist violin teacher." ], [ "It is homiletic and solipsistic.", "It is full of splattery carnage.", "There is no pop surrealism like American cartoons.", "It has a pantheistic worldview." ], [ "She learned to play the violin without any former instrument training.", "She began to act very helplessly and feeble around the rest of the cast.", "She is a method actor and became very vulnerable.", "She made herself look dumpy and thick-waisted." ], [ "Lady Eboshi", "The Martian Queen", "Ashitaka", "Moro" ], [ "The character becomes bland as she comes to care for Ashitaka.", "She becomes soft as she comes to care for Ashitaka.", "The originally ferocious character loses some of her edge as she comes to care for Ashitaka.", "San becomes slightly more sympathetic as she comes to care for Ashitaka." ] ]

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Her second appearance--a", "into is not a blessed world.\" Princess Mononoke , at", "Mononoke --which has", "consumed by--and to die of--rage, Ashitaka leaves his village", "who spent three years on Princess Mononoke and is reported", "doesn't hurt as much because Ashitaka is conceived from the", "modern film: the regal Lady Eboshi. 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[ "What crime did Moran commit?", "Which of the follow characteristics does NOT give Moran the impression that the planet that the Nadine is approaching may be habitable?", "Which term best describes the ease of space travel within the context of the passage?", "Why is the crew of the Nadine not more upset that Moran stole their spacecraft?", "What, within the context of the passage, is a 'marker'?", "If, after being marooned on the alien planet, Moran does not discover any edible vegetation, how would he be expected to survive?", "Which term does NOT describe Moran's tone toward the other five crew members?", "Why does Moran think it could be beneficial if one of the crew members was killed on the alien planet?", "What is hiding underneath the gigantic mound on the alien planet?", "What is the most likely reason that creatures on the alien planet have grown to such a large size?" ]

[ [ "theft", "fraud", "murder", "treason" ], [ "shape of the ice cap", "composition of the ice cap", "location of the ice cap", "size of the ice cap" ], [ "complex", "evolving", "strict", "flexible" ], [ "They view Moran as a potential sacrifice to any predators or officials they may discover upon the alien planet.", "They are fugitives just like Moran, and don't believe he has a motive to thwart their mission.", "They have no space navigation experience, while Moran does, and view him as potentially useful.", "They are not threatened by Moran because he does not have any weapons on his person." ], [ "A microchip inserted into a person, designating them as a fugitive", "A safe space for a spacecraft to land on an alien planet", "A sound picked up on a radar that reveals the closest habitable planet", "A location on the alien planet that indicates high predatory activity" ], [ "His space-suit is equipped with a nozzle through which he can absorb nutrients in gas form.", "His only option would be to prey on animals, bacteria, fungi, or other living creatures.", "He could use limited, fast-growing seed packets provided by the crew members of the Nadine.", "He would not have any viable chance of survival without non-toxic vegetation." ], [ "resigned", "bitter", "vindictive", "sarcastic" ], [ "He would be more likely to survive an attack from the Nadine crew if they ambushed him.", "He could convert their body to nutrients, which he could use to survive longer on the alien planet.", "He and the remaining crew members could pass security clearance with only five members on board.", "He could steal the deceased crew member's identity and use it to start a new life on a new planet." ], [ "A pulsing, reeking object egg casing that contains countless unhatched beetle eggs", "An empty spacecraft where a crew member had survived long enough to set up a marker", "A 'yard-worm,' which is an uncontrolled type of an 'inch-worm'", "The remains of a crew that had landed on the alien planet a century earlier" ], [ "The planet is being used by the government as a site to breed creatures that could keep the population in check.", "The planet's atmosphere comprises gases that target the DNA of living creatures, causing them to grow in size.", "The planet, like many others, is being used as a site to copy a habitable eco-system, but has been left unchecked.", "The planet's cheesy, perforated ground is made up of a substance that causes living creatures to mutate." ] ]

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[ [ "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.", "Moran said with savage precision;", "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", "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", "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 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", "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", "when Moran had used desperate measures against them.", "\"Aye, aye, sir,\" said Moran with irony. \"Very kind of you, sir. You'll\n go armed, sir?\"\n\n\n Burleigh growled;", "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", "\"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.\"", "other space-port was one they had clearance for. Without rigid control\n of space-travel, any criminal anywhere could escape the consequences of\n any crime simply by buying a ticket to another world. Moran couldn't", "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", "\"It's a ship,\" said Moran curtly. \"It crash-landed and its crew set 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.\"", "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.", "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", "\"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.", "government would think defeat. Moran's own situation was perfectly\n clear." ], [ "planet. They looked dubiously at the scorched, indefinite substance\n which had been ground before the\nNadine\nlanded. Moran moved scornfully", "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", "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", ", 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", "illustrated in and on the landscape outside the\nNadine\n. Something had\n been left out of the seeding of this planet. The element—which might be", "\"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", "there would be temperate regions. In short, the ice-cap proved that a\n man could endure the air and temperature conditions he would find.\nMoran observed these things from the control-room of the", "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", "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", "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", "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", "rotated at a not unreasonable rate. The fact that it was water-ice told\n much. A water-ice ice-cap said that there were no poisonous gases in the", "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", "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", "have bought a ticket, but he'd tried to get off the planet Coryus on the\nNadine\n. The trouble was that the\nNadine\nhad clearance papers", "The\nNadine\nchecked her downward motion. Interplanetary drive is rugged", "There was a hillock of elongated shape directly in line with the\nNadine's\ncourse in descent. Except for the patches of color, it was\n the only considerable landmark within the half-mile circle in which\n anything could be seen at all.", "\"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.\"", "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", "the way to find out where one was, when one's position became doubtful.\n The\nNadine\nneeded to make a planet-fall for this." ], [ "nowadays. A man could move about in a late-model space-suit almost as\n easily as in ship-clothing. The others of the landing-party donned their", "its space-port. With clearance-papers in order, they could land\n unquestioned at any other space-port and take off again—provided the", "off-planet, and fast. But space-travel regulations are especially\n designed to prevent such escapes.", "other space-port was one they had clearance for. Without rigid control\n of space-travel, any criminal anywhere could escape the consequences of\n any crime simply by buying a ticket to another world. Moran couldn't", "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", "indefinite. A liner could re-locate itself without trouble. It had\n elaborate observational equipment and tri-di star-charts. But smaller", "true silence. The space-yacht had come to rest possibly a hundred yards\n from the mound which was the source of the space-signal. That mound\n shared the peculiarity of the ground as far as they could see through", "spare. And meanwhile we'll take a look at that wreck yonder. There might\n be an indication in it of what solar system this is. There could be", "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", "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", "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", "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", "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", "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.", "\"Listen!\"\nThey heard it. All of them. It was a trilling, whining sound among the\n innumerable random noises to be heard in supposedly empty space.", "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", "He'd made a pretty good try, at that. One of the controls on\n space-traffic required a ship on landing to deposit its fuel-block in", "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,", "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", "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" ], [ ", 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.", "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", "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", "planet. They looked dubiously at the scorched, indefinite substance\n which had been ground before the\nNadine\nlanded. Moran moved scornfully", "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", "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.", "\"It's a ship,\" said Moran curtly. \"It crash-landed and its crew set up a", "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", "have bought a ticket, but he'd tried to get off the planet Coryus on the\nNadine\n. The trouble was that the\nNadine\nhad clearance papers", "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", "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", "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", "Nadine's\ncrew in the\n engine-room, rushed to the control-room without encountering the others,", "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", "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 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", "creature more widely than most.\nThey reached the mound which was the ship. Moran unlimbered his torch.\n He said sardonically;" ], [ "or other, so the people could find that spot again. It was supposed to\n be a long time ago, though.\"", "\"That's a marker,\" Carol announced. \"I saw a costume-story tape once\n that had that sound in it. It marked a first-landing spot on some planet", "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.", "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;", "Harper spoke from the direction-finder;\n\n\n \"The signal's coming from that mound, yonder.\"", "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", "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", "There was a hillock of elongated shape directly in line with the\nNadine's\ncourse in descent. Except for the patches of color, it was\n the only considerable landmark within the half-mile circle in which\n anything could be seen at all.", "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 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", "\"It's a ship,\" said Moran curtly. \"It crash-landed and its crew set 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.\"", "spare. And meanwhile we'll take a look at that wreck yonder. There might\n be an indication in it of what solar system this is. There could 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.", "creature more widely than most.\nThey reached the mound which was the ship. Moran unlimbered his torch.\n He said sardonically;", "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.", "went out of sight around the bulge of the globe, but no markings\n appeared. There were cloud-banks everywhere, probably low down in the\n atmosphere. The darker vague areas previously seen might have been", "Now the space-yacht moved toward a vast mass of fleecy whiteness without\n any visible features. Harper stayed with the direction-finder. From time", "Then, instantly he'd said it, he recognized that it could be true. The\n mound was not a fold in the ground. It was not an up-cropping of the", "Burleigh blinked and stared. Then he reached up and flicked on the\n outside microphones. Instantly there was bedlam. If the landscape 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", "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", "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,", "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", "planet. They looked dubiously at the scorched, indefinite substance\n which had been ground before the\nNadine\nlanded. Moran moved scornfully", "\"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.", "\"It's a ship,\" said Moran curtly. \"It crash-landed and its crew set up a", "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", "there would be temperate regions. In short, the ice-cap proved that a\n man could endure the air and temperature conditions he would find.\nMoran observed these things from the control-room of the", "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", "\"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.\"", "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", "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", "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", "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", "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", "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", "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", "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", "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", "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", "creature more widely than most.\nThey reached the mound which was the ship. Moran unlimbered his torch.\n He said sardonically;", "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", "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", "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", "\"It's a ship,\" said Moran curtly. \"It crash-landed and its crew set up a", "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.", "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.", ", 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", "\"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.\"", "Harper, prudently with him in the control-room, put his head into the\n passage leading away. He called. But Moran observed with grudging", "Moran said with savage precision;", "\"Aye, aye, sir,\" said Moran with irony. \"Very kind of you, sir. You'll\n go armed, sir?\"\n\n\n Burleigh growled;", "\"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.", "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 heard muffled noises in his helmet-phone as the others tried to\n speak. Carol's voice came anxiously;\n\n\n \"\nWhat's the matter? What do you see?\n\"", "\"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.\"", "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", "\"Ah, yes!\" said Moran. \"It's very likely that the ship hit hard enough\n to kill everybody aboard, but not smash the boats!\"" ], [ "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.", "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", "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.", "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", "\"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.\"", "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'd killed a man on Coryus III. His victim would not be mourned by\n anybody, and somebody formerly in very great danger would now be safe,", "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 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.", "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", "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's a ship,\" said Moran curtly. \"It crash-landed and its crew set up a", "\"Ah, yes!\" said Moran. \"It's very likely that the ship hit hard enough\n to kill everybody aboard, but not smash the boats!\"", "\"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.\"", ", 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", "\"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.", "planet. They looked dubiously at the scorched, indefinite substance\n which had been ground before the\nNadine\nlanded. Moran moved scornfully", "there would be temperate regions. In short, the ice-cap proved that a\n man could endure the air and temperature conditions he would find.\nMoran observed these things from the control-room of the", "creature more widely than most.\nThey reached the mound which was the ship. Moran unlimbered his torch.\n He said sardonically;" ], [ "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", "true silence. The space-yacht had come to rest possibly a hundred yards\n from the mound which was the source of the space-signal. That mound\n shared the peculiarity of the ground as far as they could see through", "Then, instantly he'd said it, he recognized that it could be true. The\n mound was not a fold in the ground. It was not an up-cropping of the", "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.", "surface that the planet-wide cloud-level seemed to begin. From there on\n down it was pure opacity. Anything could exist in that dense, almost\n palpable grayness. There could be jagged peaks.", "creature more widely than most.\nThey reached the mound which was the ship. Moran unlimbered his torch.\n He said sardonically;", "\"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", "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", "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", "planet. They looked dubiously at the scorched, indefinite substance\n which had been ground before the\nNadine\nlanded. Moran moved scornfully", "There was a shaded, shadowless twilight under the cloud-bank. The ground\n looked like no ground ever seen before by anyone. Off to the right a", "large and monstrous under the conditions of a new planet. And the\n ground....", "Harper spoke from the direction-finder;\n\n\n \"The signal's coming from that mound, yonder.\"", "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", "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", "\"What's that stuff there, the ground?\" he demanded. \"We burned it away\n in landing. I've seen something like it somewhere, but never taking the\n place of grass!\"", "\"It's a ship,\" said Moran curtly. \"It crash-landed and its crew set up a", "He climbed up on the unscorched surface. It was elastic. The\n parchment-like top skin yielded. It was like walking on a mass of\n springs.", "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", "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" ], [ "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", "large and monstrous under the conditions of a new planet. And the\n ground....", "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", "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", "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", "twenty times the size of the beetles we humans have been carrying around\n the galaxy, but that's what they are!\n\"", "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.", "It seemed insane that such creatures, even in miniature, should\n painstakingly be brought across light-years of space to the new worlds", "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,", "\"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", "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", "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.\"", "separate—on the whitish ground-stuff. Moran had disliked such creatures\n in miniature form on other worlds. Enlarged like this.", "surface that the planet-wide cloud-level seemed to begin. From there on\n down it was pure opacity. Anything could exist in that dense, almost\n palpable grayness. There could be jagged peaks.", "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", "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", "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", "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", "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" ] ]

[ "Why is everyone surprised that Thaddeus was able to make a bomb?", "What likely happens to Thaddeus after the story ends?", "What is the significance of the Washington Monument flying into space at the end of the story?", "What does the colonel seem to think about the bomb situation at the mental institution?", "Which statement about the relationship between Thaddeus Funston and Miss Abercrombie is most true, based on the facts in the story?", "What kind of person is Miss Abercrombie? Choose the best option", "What do the jumbled clay strips represent?", "Who is Miss Abercrombie", "What are the necessary components for Thaddeus to cause an \"event\"?" ]

[ [ "He needed the finger paints but Mr. Lieberman had taken those", "Miss Abercrombie had taken away the other parts that would have made it work", "It was only made of clay and nothing else", "It was the wrong kind of clay to build an explosive device from" ], [ "He uses the Washington Monument to travel to space", "Various government agencies continue to study him to find out his secrets", "He is locked in the Pentagon forever so he cannot create any more devices", "He is sent back to the mental institution to continue his care" ], [ "It shows that someone else has powers similar to Thaddeus", "It shows the reader that it is certainly something about his gaze that causes these events", "The government is able to confirm their suspicions that he is able to create different types of powerful reactions, not just bombs", "It is a politically charged building which makes it a more severe issue to the men studying him" ], [ "He wants to let Thaddeus create more things to study them", "He is worried about the perception if others hear about what's happening", "He wants to keep the story away from the newspapers so that others cannot learn Thaddeus' secrets", "It figures that this is where this is happening, so he's frustrated for yet another bomb case" ], [ "She encourages him to keep making progress over time as she supervises him in one area of his treatment", "Thaddeus has long confided in Miss Abercrombie as his therapist and she is shocked that someone she trusted closely would cause so much damage", "Miss Abercrombie has long considered Thaddeus a problem student of hers and is frustrated by his behavior", "She tries to stifle his creative instincts and doesn't let him express himself the way he wants" ], [ "Cautious and discouraging", "Impatient but well-meaning", "Encouraging and strict", "Patient but sometimes easily shaken" ], [ "Thaddeus' way of labeling his creation", "Wires and circuitry from a bomb", "The discarded clay from his process", "Rivers on a globe of the Earth" ], [ "An art teacher brought in to supervise activity time at the institution", "A government agent keeping tabs on the people at the mental institution under the guise of a therapist", "A therapist who specializes in hand- and joint-related activities", "One of the therapists personally appointed to keep an eye on Thaddeus" ], [ "An object and his stare", "Clay and his stare", "A physical object", "His stare, at a particular time of day" ] ]

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[ [ "\"It's ridiculous,\" Thurgood roared. \"We'll all be the laughingstocks of\n the world if this ever gets out. An atomic bomb made out of clay. You", "Thaddeus Funston took his hands from his face and lay back in his bed\n with a small, secret smile on his lips. Attendants and nurses scurried\n through the hospital, seeing how many had been injured in the\n explosion.", "Thaddeus Funston continued to mold the clay bits and put them in place.\n\n\n Without looking up from his bench he muttered a reply.\n\n\n \"Atom bomb.\"", "A flicker of interest lightened Thaddeus' face. He looked around the\n shack and then spotted the clay on the table. Without hesitation, he", "She walked to the edge of the hill and looked down with a stunned\n expression.\n\n\n \"He did make an atom bomb,\" she cried.", "\"That seems to settle it, colonel. We've got to give this Funston\n another chance to repeat his bomb. But this time under our supervision.\"\n\n\n Thurgood leaped to his feet, his face purpling.", "\"All I know is that you say this was a crafts building. O.K. So it was,\"\n Thurgood sighed. \"I also know that an atomic explosion at 3:02 this\n morning blew it to hell and gone.", "\"Now isn't this nice, Mr. Funston,\" she said. \"These nice men have\n brought us way out here just to see you make another atom bomb like the\n one you made for me yesterday.\"", "slammed shut just before the wave of the blast hit the structure.\nSix hours and a jet plane trip later, Thaddeus, once again in his strait", "A puzzled look crossed the therapist's face. \"Pardon me, Mr. Funston. I\n thought you said an 'atom bomb.'\"\n\n\n \"Did,\" Funston murmured.", "\"It's impossible and unbelievable,\" Colonel Thomas Thurgood said for the\n fifteenth time, later that morning, as he looked around the group of", "At 5:45 a.m. a cordon was thrown around both the hospital and the blast\n crater.\n\n\n In Ward 4-C, Thaddeus Funston slept peacefully and happily.", "\"Let's go over it once more, Dr. Crane. Are you sure you knew everything\n that was in that building?\" Thurgood swept his hand in the general\n direction of the blast crater.", "The two psychiatrists went to Thaddeus' side as he put the upper lid of\n clay carefully in place. Funston stood up and the doctors escorted him\n from the shack.", "\"It apparently was a very small bomb, colonel,\" one of the haggard AEC\n men offered timidly. \"Not over three kilotons.\"", "Two military policemen and a brace of staff psychiatrists sworn to\n secrecy under the National Atomic Secrets Act, bundled Thaddeus aboard", "devices out of modeling clay and then has detonated them.\"", "A military intelligence agent spoke up. \"If we knew, sir, we wouldn't be\n standing around here. We don't know, but the fact remains that it WAS an\n atomic explosion.\"", "walked to the table and sat down. His fingers began working the damp\n clay, making first the hollow, half-round shell while the nation's top\n atomic scientists watched in fascination.", "There was a moment of hushed silence and then pandemonium burst. The\n experts converged on the clay ball, instruments blossoming from nowhere\n and cameras clicking." ], [ "The two psychiatrists went to Thaddeus' side as he put the upper lid of\n clay carefully in place. Funston stood up and the doctors escorted him\n from the shack.", "Thaddeus Funston took his hands from his face and lay back in his bed\n with a small, secret smile on his lips. Attendants and nurses scurried\n through the hospital, seeing how many had been injured in the\n explosion.", "As she drove out of the hospital grounds, Thaddeus Funston stood at the\n barred window of his locked ward and stared vacantly over the hills", "A flicker of interest lightened Thaddeus' face. He looked around the\n shack and then spotted the clay on the table. Without hesitation, he", "slammed shut just before the wave of the blast hit the structure.\nSix hours and a jet plane trip later, Thaddeus, once again in his strait", "Then they left for the concrete observatory bunker, several miles down\n range where Thaddeus and the psychiatrists waited inside a ring of\n stony-faced military policemen.", "Thaddeus in the staff car outside, Colonel Thurgood spoke to the weary\n Miss Abercrombie.", "At 3:01 a.m., Thaddeus Funston stirred in his sleep and awakened. He sat\n up in bed and looked around the dark ward. The quiet breathing and", "At 8:30 that night, Thaddeus Funston, swathed in an Army officer's\n greatcoat that concealed the strait jacket binding him and with an", "Two military policemen and a brace of staff psychiatrists sworn to\n secrecy under the National Atomic Secrets Act, bundled Thaddeus aboard", "At 5:45 a.m. a cordon was thrown around both the hospital and the blast\n crater.\n\n\n In Ward 4-C, Thaddeus Funston slept peacefully and happily.", "\"And I've got to find out how it happened.\"\n\n\n Thurgood slumped into a field chair and gazed tiredly up at the little\n doctor.", "Miss Abercrombie stood at his shoulder as Thaddeus hunched over the\n table just as he had done the previous day. From time to time she", "Thaddeus Funston stared out over the heads of the MPs through the open\n door, looking uprange over the heat-shimmering desert. He gave a sudden\n cry, shut his eyes and clapped his hands over his face.", "Thurgood signaled to the doctors and they entered the shack with\n Thaddeus Funston between them. The colonel nudged Miss Abercrombie.\n\n\n She smiled at Funston.", "\"Let's go over it once more, Dr. Crane. Are you sure you knew everything\n that was in that building?\" Thurgood swept his hand in the general\n direction of the blast crater.", "In the next room, Thaddeus Funston stared out over the sweeping panorama\n of the Washington landscape. He stared hard.", "\"Miss Abercrombie,\" one of the physicists spoke up gently, \"you say that\n after the patients had departed the building, you looked again at\n Funston's work?\"\n\n\n The therapist nodded unhappily.", "Colonel Thurgood, who had snapped from his chair at her words, leaped\n forward to catch her as she collapsed in a faint.", "Colonel Thurgood, looking more like a patient every minute, sat on the\n edge of his chair at the head of a long table and pounded with his fist\n on the wooden surface, making Miss Abercrombie's chart book bounce with\n every beat." ], [ "In the distance, a white cloud began billowing up from the base of the\n Washington Monument, and with an ear-shattering, glass-splintering roar,", "the great shaft rose majestically from its base and vanished into space\n on a tail of flame.\nTHE END", "Beyond the again-silent hills, a great pillar of smoke, topped by a\n small mushroom-shaped cloud, rose above the gaping hole that had been\n the arts and crafts building.", "jacket, sat between his armed escorts in a small room in the Pentagon.\n Through the window he could see the hurried bustle of traffic over the\n Potomac and beyond, the domed roof of the Capitol.", "In the next room, Thaddeus Funston stared out over the sweeping panorama\n of the Washington landscape. He stared hard.", "\"All I know is that you say this was a crafts building. O.K. So it was,\"\n Thurgood sighed. \"I also know that an atomic explosion at 3:02 this\n morning blew it to hell and gone.", "The plane landed the next morning at the AEC's atomic testing grounds in\n the Nevada desert and two hours later, in a small hot, wooden shack", "\"Now isn't this nice, Mr. Funston,\" she said. \"These nice men have\n brought us way out here just to see you make another atom bomb like the\n one you made for me yesterday.\"", "As she drove out of the hospital grounds, Thaddeus Funston stood at the\n barred window of his locked ward and stared vacantly over the hills", "The general paused.\n\n\n \"Why don't you just tell me, colonel, that he can also make spaceships\n out of sponge rubber?\" the general added bitingly.", "\"Let's go over it once more, Dr. Crane. Are you sure you knew everything\n that was in that building?\" Thurgood swept his hand in the general\n direction of the blast crater.", "Then they left for the concrete observatory bunker, several miles down\n range where Thaddeus and the psychiatrists waited inside a ring of\n stony-faced military policemen.", "Safely behind the patient's back, Miss Abercrombie smiled ever so\n slightly. \"Why that's very good, Mr. Funston. That shows real creative\n thought. I'm very pleased.\"", "She walked to the edge of the hill and looked down with a stunned\n expression.\n\n\n \"He did make an atom bomb,\" she cried.", "\"It's ridiculous,\" Thurgood roared. \"We'll all be the laughingstocks of\n the world if this ever gets out. An atomic bomb made out of clay. You", "the plane. They plopped him into a seat directly in front of Miss\n Abercrombie and with a roar, the plane raced down the runway and into\n the night skies.", "\"I don't care if it was the size of a peanut,\" Thurgood screamed. \"How\n did it get here?\"", "Thaddeus Funston continued to mold the clay bits and put them in place.\n\n\n Without looking up from his bench he muttered a reply.\n\n\n \"Atom bomb.\"", "slammed shut just before the wave of the blast hit the structure.\nSix hours and a jet plane trip later, Thaddeus, once again in his strait", "A brilliance a hundred times brighter than the glaring Nevada sun lit\n the dim interior of the bunker and the pneumatically-operated door" ], [ "\"That seems to settle it, colonel. We've got to give this Funston\n another chance to repeat his bomb. But this time under our supervision.\"\n\n\n Thurgood leaped to his feet, his face purpling.", "\"It apparently was a very small bomb, colonel,\" one of the haggard AEC\n men offered timidly. \"Not over three kilotons.\"", "\"I've listened to some silly stories in my life, colonel,\" the general\n said coldly, \"but this takes the cake. You come in here with an insane", "A puzzled look crossed the therapist's face. \"Pardon me, Mr. Funston. I\n thought you said an 'atom bomb.'\"\n\n\n \"Did,\" Funston murmured.", "Colonel Thurgood, looking more like a patient every minute, sat on the\n edge of his chair at the head of a long table and pounded with his fist\n on the wooden surface, making Miss Abercrombie's chart book bounce with\n every beat.", "asylum inmate in a strait jacket and you have the colossal gall to sit\n there and tell me that this poor soul has made not one, but two atomic", "\"Now isn't this nice, Mr. Funston,\" she said. \"These nice men have\n brought us way out here just to see you make another atom bomb like the\n one you made for me yesterday.\"", "Then they left for the concrete observatory bunker, several miles down\n range where Thaddeus and the psychiatrists waited inside a ring of\n stony-faced military policemen.", "Thaddeus Funston took his hands from his face and lay back in his bed\n with a small, secret smile on his lips. Attendants and nurses scurried\n through the hospital, seeing how many had been injured in the\n explosion.", "Two military policemen and a brace of staff psychiatrists sworn to\n secrecy under the National Atomic Secrets Act, bundled Thaddeus aboard", "experts gathered in the tent erected on the hill overlooking the crater.\n \"How can an atom bomb go off in a nut house?\"", "At 5:45 a.m. a cordon was thrown around both the hospital and the blast\n crater.\n\n\n In Ward 4-C, Thaddeus Funston slept peacefully and happily.", "\"It's impossible and unbelievable,\" Colonel Thomas Thurgood said for the\n fifteenth time, later that morning, as he looked around the group of", "psychotic. He was nutty enough to think he could make an atom bomb out of modeling clay!\nIllustrated by Freas\nMiss Abercrombie, the manual therapist patted the old man on the", "The general paused.\n\n\n \"Why don't you just tell me, colonel, that he can also make spaceships\n out of sponge rubber?\" the general added bitingly.", "\"It's ridiculous,\" Thurgood roared. \"We'll all be the laughingstocks of\n the world if this ever gets out. An atomic bomb made out of clay. You", "\"Colonel, I've told you a dozen times,\" the hospital administrator said\n with exasperation, \"this was our manual therapy room. We gave our", "towards the craft shop. He stood there unmoving until a ward attendant\n came and took his arm an hour later to lead him off to the patients'\n mess hall.", "There was nothing on the table but a bowl of water and a great lump of\n modeling clay. While the psychiatrists were taking the strait jacket off", "A military intelligence agent spoke up. \"If we knew, sir, we wouldn't be\n standing around here. We don't know, but the fact remains that it WAS an\n atomic explosion.\"" ], [ "Thurgood signaled to the doctors and they entered the shack with\n Thaddeus Funston between them. The colonel nudged Miss Abercrombie.\n\n\n She smiled at Funston.", "\"Miss Abercrombie,\" one of the physicists spoke up gently, \"you say that\n after the patients had departed the building, you looked again at\n Funston's work?\"\n\n\n The therapist nodded unhappily.", "Safely behind the patient's back, Miss Abercrombie smiled ever so\n slightly. \"Why that's very good, Mr. Funston. That shows real creative\n thought. I'm very pleased.\"", "\"We mustn't be antisocial, Mr. Funston,\" Miss Abercrombie said lightly,\n but firmly. \"You've been coming along famously and you must remember to", "Thaddeus Funston took his hands from his face and lay back in his bed\n with a small, secret smile on his lips. Attendants and nurses scurried\n through the hospital, seeing how many had been injured in the\n explosion.", "Miss Abercrombie stood at his shoulder as Thaddeus hunched over the\n table just as he had done the previous day. From time to time she", "As she drove out of the hospital grounds, Thaddeus Funston stood at the\n barred window of his locked ward and stared vacantly over the hills", "In the next room, Thaddeus Funston stared out over the sweeping panorama\n of the Washington landscape. He stared hard.", "Thaddeus Funston stared out over the heads of the MPs through the open\n door, looking uprange over the heat-shimmering desert. He gave a sudden\n cry, shut his eyes and clapped his hands over his face.", "At 3:01 a.m., Thaddeus Funston stirred in his sleep and awakened. He sat\n up in bed and looked around the dark ward. The quiet breathing and", "Thaddeus in the staff car outside, Colonel Thurgood spoke to the weary\n Miss Abercrombie.", "\"That seems to settle it, colonel. We've got to give this Funston\n another chance to repeat his bomb. But this time under our supervision.\"\n\n\n Thurgood leaped to his feet, his face purpling.", "Colonel Thurgood, looking more like a patient every minute, sat on the\n edge of his chair at the head of a long table and pounded with his fist\n on the wooden surface, making Miss Abercrombie's chart book bounce with\n every beat.", "At 5:45 a.m. a cordon was thrown around both the hospital and the blast\n crater.\n\n\n In Ward 4-C, Thaddeus Funston slept peacefully and happily.", "\"I'm positive that's all there was in it,\" Miss Abercrombie cried.", "Thaddeus Funston continued to mold the clay bits and put them in place.\n\n\n Without looking up from his bench he muttered a reply.\n\n\n \"Atom bomb.\"", "The two psychiatrists went to Thaddeus' side as he put the upper lid of\n clay carefully in place. Funston stood up and the doctors escorted him\n from the shack.", "\"Now isn't this nice, Mr. Funston,\" she said. \"These nice men have\n brought us way out here just to see you make another atom bomb like the\n one you made for me yesterday.\"", "At 8:30 that night, Thaddeus Funston, swathed in an Army officer's\n greatcoat that concealed the strait jacket binding him and with an", "\"And what are we making today, Mr. Funston?\" Miss Abercrombie asked." ], [ "Miss Abercrombie gazed around the cluttered room and picked up her chart\n book of patient progress. Moving slowly down the line of benches, she\n made short, precise notes on the day's work accomplished by each\n patient.", "\"We mustn't be antisocial, Mr. Funston,\" Miss Abercrombie said lightly,\n but firmly. \"You've been coming along famously and you must remember to", "Safely behind the patient's back, Miss Abercrombie smiled ever so\n slightly. \"Why that's very good, Mr. Funston. That shows real creative\n thought. I'm very pleased.\"", "\"We've already called for Miss Abercrombie and she's on her way here\n now,\" the doctor snapped.", "\"I'm positive that's all there was in it,\" Miss Abercrombie cried.", "Miss Abercrombie smoothed her smock down over trim hips and surveyed the\n other patients working at the long tables in the hospital's arts and", "Miss Abercrombie stood at his shoulder as Thaddeus hunched over the\n table just as he had done the previous day. From time to time she", "At his left, Miss Abercrombie cringed deeper into her chair at the\n broadside. Down both sides of the long table, psychiatrists, physicists,", "\"Miss Abercrombie,\" one of the physicists spoke up gently, \"you say that\n after the patients had departed the building, you looked again at\n Funston's work?\"\n\n\n The therapist nodded unhappily.", "the plane. They plopped him into a seat directly in front of Miss\n Abercrombie and with a roar, the plane raced down the runway and into\n the night skies.", "A jeep raced down the road from the hospital and drew up in front of the\n tent. An armed MP helped Miss Abercrombie from the vehicle.", "Thurgood signaled to the doctors and they entered the shack with\n Thaddeus Funston between them. The colonel nudged Miss Abercrombie.\n\n\n She smiled at Funston.", "Colonel Thurgood, looking more like a patient every minute, sat on the\n edge of his chair at the head of a long table and pounded with his fist\n on the wooden surface, making Miss Abercrombie's chart book bounce with\n every beat.", "Thaddeus in the staff car outside, Colonel Thurgood spoke to the weary\n Miss Abercrombie.", "psychotic. He was nutty enough to think he could make an atom bomb out of modeling clay!\nIllustrated by Freas\nMiss Abercrombie, the manual therapist patted the old man on the", "\"And what are we making today, Mr. Funston?\" Miss Abercrombie asked.", "answer when someone talks to you. Now what are you making? It looks very\n complicated.\" She stared professionally at the maze of clay parts.", "Colonel Thurgood, who had snapped from his chair at her words, leaped\n forward to catch her as she collapsed in a faint.", "\"Now isn't this nice, Mr. Funston,\" she said. \"These nice men have\n brought us way out here just to see you make another atom bomb like the\n one you made for me yesterday.\"", "As she drove out of the hospital grounds, Thaddeus Funston stood at the\n barred window of his locked ward and stared vacantly over the hills" ], [ "At the clay table, she carefully lifted the top half of the clay ball\n and stared thoughtfully at the jumbled maze of clay strips laced through", "His busy fingers flew through the clay, shaping odd, flat bits and clay\n parts that were dropped almost aimlessly into the open hemisphere in\n front of him.", "glanced at her watch. The maze of clay strips grew and as Funston\n finished shaping the other half hemisphere of clay, she broke the tense\n silence.", "She stopped behind a frowning, intense patient, rapidly shaping blobs of\n clay into odd-sized strips and forms. As he finished each piece, he\n carefully placed it into a hollow shell hemisphere of clay.", "A flicker of interest lightened Thaddeus' face. He looked around the\n shack and then spotted the clay on the table. Without hesitation, he", "At the clay table, Funston feverishly fabricated the last odd-shaped bit\n of clay and slapped it into place. With a furtive glance around him, he", "There was nothing on the table but a bowl of water and a great lump of\n modeling clay. While the psychiatrists were taking the strait jacket off", "The flying fingers continued to whip out the bits of shaped clay as the\n patient ignored the question. He hunched closer to his table as if to\n draw away from the woman.", "Thaddeus Funston continued to mold the clay bits and put them in place.\n\n\n Without looking up from his bench he muttered a reply.\n\n\n \"Atom bomb.\"", "There was a moment of hushed silence and then pandemonium burst. The\n experts converged on the clay ball, instruments blossoming from nowhere\n and cameras clicking.", "clapped the other half of the clay sphere over the filled hemisphere and\n then stood up. The patients lined up at the door, waiting for the walk\n back across the green hills to the main hospital. The attendants made a", "answer when someone talks to you. Now what are you making? It looks very\n complicated.\" She stared professionally at the maze of clay parts.", "\"It's ridiculous,\" Thurgood roared. \"We'll all be the laughingstocks of\n the world if this ever gets out. An atomic bomb made out of clay. You", "\"And you say that, to the best of your knowledge,\" the physicist\n continued, \"there was nothing inside the ball but other pieces of clay.\"", "For two hours they studied and gently probed the mass of child's clay\n and photographed it from every angle.", "The two psychiatrists went to Thaddeus' side as he put the upper lid of\n clay carefully in place. Funston stood up and the doctors escorted him\n from the shack.", "devices out of modeling clay and then has detonated them.\"", "walked to the table and sat down. His fingers began working the damp\n clay, making first the hollow, half-round shell while the nation's top\n atomic scientists watched in fascination.", "and clay. If you can make an atomic bomb from vermillion pigments, then\n Madame Curie was a misguided scrubwoman.\"", "Beyond the again-silent hills, a great pillar of smoke, topped by a\n small mushroom-shaped cloud, rose above the gaping hole that had been\n the arts and crafts building." ], [ "Miss Abercrombie gazed around the cluttered room and picked up her chart\n book of patient progress. Moving slowly down the line of benches, she\n made short, precise notes on the day's work accomplished by each\n patient.", "\"We mustn't be antisocial, Mr. Funston,\" Miss Abercrombie said lightly,\n but firmly. \"You've been coming along famously and you must remember to", "Safely behind the patient's back, Miss Abercrombie smiled ever so\n slightly. \"Why that's very good, Mr. Funston. That shows real creative\n thought. I'm very pleased.\"", "\"We've already called for Miss Abercrombie and she's on her way here\n now,\" the doctor snapped.", "Miss Abercrombie smoothed her smock down over trim hips and surveyed the\n other patients working at the long tables in the hospital's arts and", "Miss Abercrombie stood at his shoulder as Thaddeus hunched over the\n table just as he had done the previous day. From time to time she", "At his left, Miss Abercrombie cringed deeper into her chair at the\n broadside. Down both sides of the long table, psychiatrists, physicists,", "\"I'm positive that's all there was in it,\" Miss Abercrombie cried.", "\"Miss Abercrombie,\" one of the physicists spoke up gently, \"you say that\n after the patients had departed the building, you looked again at\n Funston's work?\"\n\n\n The therapist nodded unhappily.", "the plane. They plopped him into a seat directly in front of Miss\n Abercrombie and with a roar, the plane raced down the runway and into\n the night skies.", "A jeep raced down the road from the hospital and drew up in front of the\n tent. An armed MP helped Miss Abercrombie from the vehicle.", "Thurgood signaled to the doctors and they entered the shack with\n Thaddeus Funston between them. The colonel nudged Miss Abercrombie.\n\n\n She smiled at Funston.", "Colonel Thurgood, looking more like a patient every minute, sat on the\n edge of his chair at the head of a long table and pounded with his fist\n on the wooden surface, making Miss Abercrombie's chart book bounce with\n every beat.", "Thaddeus in the staff car outside, Colonel Thurgood spoke to the weary\n Miss Abercrombie.", "\"And what are we making today, Mr. Funston?\" Miss Abercrombie asked.", "psychotic. He was nutty enough to think he could make an atom bomb out of modeling clay!\nIllustrated by Freas\nMiss Abercrombie, the manual therapist patted the old man on the", "Colonel Thurgood, who had snapped from his chair at her words, leaped\n forward to catch her as she collapsed in a faint.", "\"Now isn't this nice, Mr. Funston,\" she said. \"These nice men have\n brought us way out here just to see you make another atom bomb like the\n one you made for me yesterday.\"", "As she drove out of the hospital grounds, Thaddeus Funston stood at the\n barred window of his locked ward and stared vacantly over the hills", "answer when someone talks to you. Now what are you making? It looks very\n complicated.\" She stared professionally at the maze of clay parts." ], [ "Thaddeus Funston took his hands from his face and lay back in his bed\n with a small, secret smile on his lips. Attendants and nurses scurried\n through the hospital, seeing how many had been injured in the\n explosion.", "A flicker of interest lightened Thaddeus' face. He looked around the\n shack and then spotted the clay on the table. Without hesitation, he", "slammed shut just before the wave of the blast hit the structure.\nSix hours and a jet plane trip later, Thaddeus, once again in his strait", "Thaddeus Funston continued to mold the clay bits and put them in place.\n\n\n Without looking up from his bench he muttered a reply.\n\n\n \"Atom bomb.\"", "At 3:01 a.m., Thaddeus Funston stirred in his sleep and awakened. He sat\n up in bed and looked around the dark ward. The quiet breathing and", "\"That seems to settle it, colonel. We've got to give this Funston\n another chance to repeat his bomb. But this time under our supervision.\"\n\n\n Thurgood leaped to his feet, his face purpling.", "The two psychiatrists went to Thaddeus' side as he put the upper lid of\n clay carefully in place. Funston stood up and the doctors escorted him\n from the shack.", "\"It's ridiculous,\" Thurgood roared. \"We'll all be the laughingstocks of\n the world if this ever gets out. An atomic bomb made out of clay. You", "Two military policemen and a brace of staff psychiatrists sworn to\n secrecy under the National Atomic Secrets Act, bundled Thaddeus aboard", "Then they left for the concrete observatory bunker, several miles down\n range where Thaddeus and the psychiatrists waited inside a ring of\n stony-faced military policemen.", "\"Let's go over it once more, Dr. Crane. Are you sure you knew everything\n that was in that building?\" Thurgood swept his hand in the general\n direction of the blast crater.", "At 8:30 that night, Thaddeus Funston, swathed in an Army officer's\n greatcoat that concealed the strait jacket binding him and with an", "\"All I know is that you say this was a crafts building. O.K. So it was,\"\n Thurgood sighed. \"I also know that an atomic explosion at 3:02 this\n morning blew it to hell and gone.", "\"It's impossible and unbelievable,\" Colonel Thomas Thurgood said for the\n fifteenth time, later that morning, as he looked around the group of", "At 5:45 a.m. a cordon was thrown around both the hospital and the blast\n crater.\n\n\n In Ward 4-C, Thaddeus Funston slept peacefully and happily.", "\"And I've got to find out how it happened.\"\n\n\n Thurgood slumped into a field chair and gazed tiredly up at the little\n doctor.", "Colonel Thurgood, looking more like a patient every minute, sat on the\n edge of his chair at the head of a long table and pounded with his fist\n on the wooden surface, making Miss Abercrombie's chart book bounce with\n every beat.", "\"Now isn't this nice, Mr. Funston,\" she said. \"These nice men have\n brought us way out here just to see you make another atom bomb like the\n one you made for me yesterday.\"", "Thaddeus Funston stared out over the heads of the MPs through the open\n door, looking uprange over the heat-shimmering desert. He gave a sudden\n cry, shut his eyes and clapped his hands over his face.", "There was nothing on the table but a bowl of water and a great lump of\n modeling clay. While the psychiatrists were taking the strait jacket off" ] ]

[ "What is the significance of the story's title?", "Which of these statements about the cigarettes has an irony that is represented elsewhere in the story?", "Which is definitely true about why Sir Robert could not finish smoking the cigarette?", "Why did Sir Robert decide to disobey the king's orders?", "What is Robert's relationship with loyalty?", "Gascon ___ Sir Robert", "What would have happend if Sir Robert had not disobeyed orders?", "What does Sir Gaeton think about the relationship between Sir Robert and the king?", "What is Robert's role in the story?" ]

[ [ "It points to the high ratio of battle over diplomacy in the story", "It shows that the king is a man of few words", "We shows that this is part of a newscast recording", "It hints at sponsorship being relevant" ], [ "The fact that the producers know different media would have been a better platform", "The fact that Sir Robert only held one for a short time before dropping it, after saying how good it was", "The fact that the cigarettes themselves are anachronistic", "The fact that the producer actually works for a rival cigarette company" ], [ "The company only paid for a short amount of airtime", "He had to return to battle", "It tasted disgusting and he did not want to finish it", "They were prop cigarettes that hurt to use" ], [ "It is the only way to get back at France", "He is going to get chased out", "He is trying to protect his fellow knights", "He realizes following orders will mean his death" ], [ "He is loyal to his crown but makes his own decisions", "He is loyal to a small group but not to his country", "He tries to hide his disloyalty to the crown", "He is staunchly loyal and always obeys orders" ], [ "monitors", "envies", "ignores", "respects" ], [ "The king would not have been pinned down so quickly", "He would not have had time for a smoke break", "A group of soldiers would have been left exposed", "He would've been captured by the enemy" ], [ "He admires their camaraderie and aims to replicate it", "He thinks Sir Robert needs to convince others of his loyalty", "He is trying to replace Sir Robert in the king's eyes", "He thinks there is too much tension to be effective in combat" ], [ "He is the representative from Old Kings", "He is one of the producers of the show", "He is there to test the virtual reality helmet", "He is asked offer feedback on an episode" ] ]

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[ [ "He had a pack of cigarettes in his gauntleted hand, which he profferred\n to Sir Robert. There were three cigarettes protruding from it, one\n slightly farther than the others. Sir Robert's hand reached out and took\n that one.", "... After a Few Words ...\nby Seaton McKettrig\nIllustrated by Summer\n[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Analog October 1962.", "There was a sudden clash of arms off to their left. Sir Robert dropped\n his cigarette to the ground. \"The trouble is that doing a real he-man's", "\"Yes, sir,\" said Sir Gaeton, after lighting his own cigarette, \"\nOld\n Kings\nare the greatest. They give a man real, deep-down smoking\n pleasure.\"", "Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright\n on this publication was renewed.]\nThis is a science-fiction story. History is a science; the other", "The Master of the Hospitallers was speaking in a low, urgent voice to\n the King: \"My lord, we are pressed on by the enemy and in danger of\n eternal infamy. We are losing our horses, one after the other!\"", "\"This is no time to worry about the future,\" said the Gascon. \"Rest for\n a moment and relax, that you may be the stronger later. Here—have an\nOld Kings\n.\"", ". Behind the standard-bearer, his great war horse moving\n with a steady, measured pace, his coronet of gold on his steel helm\n gleaming in the glaring desert sun, the lions of England on his", "Sir Gaeton looked at him with a smile that held both irony and respect.\n \"In truth, sir knight, it is apparent that you fear neither men nor", "\"Thanks. When the going gets rough, I really enjoy an\nOld Kings\n.\"\n\n\n He put one end of the cigarette in his mouth and lit the other from the\n lighter in Sir Gaeton's hand.", "\"Against the orders of the King?\"\n\n\n \"The King cannot see everything! There are times when a man must use his\n own judgment! You said you were afraid of no man. Are you with me?\"", "\"Like the jackals they are,\" said Sir Gaeton. \"They assail us from the\n rear, and they set up traps in our path ahead. Our spies tell us that", "\"We of Gascony fear no heathen Musselman,\" Sir Gaeton growled. \"It's\n this Hellish heat that is driving me mad.\" He pointed toward the eastern", "on, pulling it down firmly until it was properly seated. For a moment,\n he could see nothing.", "\"Nor I,\" agreed the Gascon. \"\nOld Kings\nis the only real cigarette when\n you're doing a real\nman's\nwork.\"", "Sir Robert lost all track of time. There was nothing to do but keep his\n own great broadsword moving, swinging like some gigantic metronome as he\n hacked down the Moslem foes.", "\"What do you mean, 'for a while'?\"\n\n\n Robert Bowen sighed. \"If this thing goes on the air the way it is, he'll\n lose sales.\"", "\"No, but you can always light another later,\" said the Gascon knight.\nKing Richard, on seeing his army moving suddenly toward the harassed", "The King turned to Sir Baldwin de Carreo, who sat ahorse nearby, and\n pointed toward the eastern hills. \"They will come from there, hitting us", "Sir Robert heard his own laugh echo hollowly within his helmet. \"Perhaps\n 'twere better to be mad when the assault comes. Madmen fight better than" ], [ "He had a pack of cigarettes in his gauntleted hand, which he profferred\n to Sir Robert. There were three cigarettes protruding from it, one\n slightly farther than the others. Sir Robert's hand reached out and took\n that one.", "\"Yes, sir,\" said Sir Gaeton, after lighting his own cigarette, \"\nOld\n Kings\nare the greatest. They give a man real, deep-down smoking\n pleasure.\"", "\"Nor I,\" agreed the Gascon. \"\nOld Kings\nis the only real cigarette when\n you're doing a real\nman's\nwork.\"", "\"Thanks. When the going gets rough, I really enjoy an\nOld Kings\n.\"\n\n\n He put one end of the cigarette in his mouth and lit the other from the\n lighter in Sir Gaeton's hand.", "\"Why? Commercial not good enough?\"\n\n\n \"\nToo\ngood! Man, I've smoked\nOld Kings\n, and, believe me, the real\n thing never tasted as good as that cigarette did in the commercial!\"", "Robert could feel the soothing smoke in his lungs as he inhaled deeply.\n \"That's great. When I want a cigarette, I don't want just\nany\ncigarette.\"", "\"There's no doubt about it,\nOld Kings\nare a\nman's\ncigarette.\" Sir", "There was a sudden clash of arms off to their left. Sir Robert dropped\n his cigarette to the ground. \"The trouble is that doing a real he-man's", "work doesn't always allow you to enjoy the fine, rich tobaccos of\nOld\n Kings\nright down to the very end.\"", "\"This is no time to worry about the future,\" said the Gascon. \"Rest for\n a moment and relax, that you may be the stronger later. Here—have an\nOld Kings\n.\"", "\"No, but you can always light another later,\" said the Gascon knight.\nKing Richard, on seeing his army moving suddenly toward the harassed", "\"That's for sure.\" Sir Robert watched a smoke ring expand in the air.", "Sir Gaeton looked at him with a smile that held both irony and respect.\n \"In truth, sir knight, it is apparent that you fear neither men nor", "\"Like the jackals they are,\" said Sir Gaeton. \"They assail us from the\n rear, and they set up traps in our path ahead. Our spies tell us that", "\"We of Gascony fear no heathen Musselman,\" Sir Gaeton growled. \"It's\n this Hellish heat that is driving me mad.\" He pointed toward the eastern", "part is, as all Americans know, the most fictional field we have\n today.\nHe settled himself comfortably in his seat, and carefully put the helmet", "Sir Robert's lips formed a smile. \"They are not far off, Sir Gaeton.\n They have been following us. As we march parallel to the seacoast, so\n they have been marching with us in those hills to the east.\"", "Sir Robert heard his own laugh echo hollowly within his helmet. \"Perhaps\n 'twere better to be mad when the assault comes. Madmen fight better than", "men of cooler blood.\" He knew that the others were baking inside their\n heavy armor, although he himself was not too uncomfortable.", "on, pulling it down firmly until it was properly seated. For a moment,\n he could see nothing." ], [ "He had a pack of cigarettes in his gauntleted hand, which he profferred\n to Sir Robert. There were three cigarettes protruding from it, one\n slightly farther than the others. Sir Robert's hand reached out and took\n that one.", "There was a sudden clash of arms off to their left. Sir Robert dropped\n his cigarette to the ground. \"The trouble is that doing a real he-man's", "\"Yes, sir,\" said Sir Gaeton, after lighting his own cigarette, \"\nOld\n Kings\nare the greatest. They give a man real, deep-down smoking\n pleasure.\"", "\"That's for sure.\" Sir Robert watched a smoke ring expand in the air.", "And then, quite suddenly, there seemed to be no foeman to swing at.\n Breathing heavily, Sir Robert sheathed his broadsword.", "\"It was my duty.\" Sir Robert's voice was stubborn. \"Could we have\n permitted a quarrel to develop between the two finest knights and", "\"Thanks. When the going gets rough, I really enjoy an\nOld Kings\n.\"\n\n\n He put one end of the cigarette in his mouth and lit the other from the\n lighter in Sir Gaeton's hand.", "Robert could feel the soothing smoke in his lungs as he inhaled deeply.\n \"That's great. When I want a cigarette, I don't want just\nany\ncigarette.\"", "\"My lord the King,\" Sir Robert heard his voice say, \"is right in all but\n one thing. If we allow the Egyptians to take us from the rear, there", "Sir Robert lost all track of time. There was nothing to do but keep his\n own great broadsword moving, swinging like some gigantic metronome as he\n hacked down the Moslem foes.", "Sir Robert felt his horse move, as though it were urging him on toward\n the battle, but his hand held to the reins, keeping the great charger in", "Sir Robert heard his own laugh echo hollowly within his helmet. \"Perhaps\n 'twere better to be mad when the assault comes. Madmen fight better than", "Sir Gaeton said nothing more, but there was a look in his eyes that\n showed that he felt that Richard of England might even doubt the loyalty\n of Sir Robert de Bouain.\nSir Robert rode on in silence, feeling the movement of the horse beneath\n him.", "they had no time to attempt any further mischief to the King. They had\n their hands full with Sir Robert de Bouain.", "Sir Robert's voice came like a sword: steely, flat, cold, and sharp. \"My\n lord the King spoke in haste. He has reason to be bitter against Philip", "Sir Robert's lips formed a smile. \"They are not far off, Sir Gaeton.\n They have been following us. As we march parallel to the seacoast, so\n they have been marching with us in those hills to the east.\"", "Sir Robert's own sword rose and fell, cutting and hacking at the enemy.\n He himself felt a dreamlike detachment, as though he were watching the\n battle rather than participating in it.", "The Saracen, impaled on Sir Robert's lance, shot from the saddle as he\n died. His lighter armor had hardly impeded the incoming spear-point, and", "\"Nor I,\" agreed the Gascon. \"\nOld Kings\nis the only real cigarette when\n you're doing a real\nman's\nwork.\"", "\"You did what must be done in honor,\" the Gascon conceded, \"but you have\n not gained the love of Richard by doing so.\"\n\n\n Sir Robert felt his jaw set firmly. \"My king knows I am loyal.\"" ], [ "\"It was my duty.\" Sir Robert's voice was stubborn. \"Could we have\n permitted a quarrel to develop between the two finest knights and", "\"You did what must be done in honor,\" the Gascon conceded, \"but you have\n not gained the love of Richard by doing so.\"\n\n\n Sir Robert felt his jaw set firmly. \"My king knows I am loyal.\"", "Sir Robert's voice came like a sword: steely, flat, cold, and sharp. \"My\n lord the King spoke in haste. He has reason to be bitter against Philip", "\"Against the orders of the King?\"\n\n\n \"The King cannot see everything! There are times when a man must use his\n own judgment! You said you were afraid of no man. Are you with me?\"", "\"My lord the King,\" Sir Robert heard his voice say, \"is right in all but\n one thing. If we allow the Egyptians to take us from the rear, there", "Without hesitation, Sir Robert plunged his horse toward the surrounded\n monarch, his great blade cutting a path before him.", "Sir Robert felt his horse move, as though it were urging him on toward\n the battle, but his hand held to the reins, keeping the great charger in", "A voice very close to Sir Robert said: \"Richard is right. If we go to\n the aid of the Hospitallers, we will expose the column to a flank\n attack.\" It was Sir Gaeton.", "they had no time to attempt any further mischief to the King. They had\n their hands full with Sir Robert de Bouain.", "\"Forward then!\" Sir Robert heard himself shouting. \"Forward for St.\n George and for England!\"", "Sir Gaeton said nothing more, but there was a look in his eyes that\n showed that he felt that Richard of England might even doubt the loyalty\n of Sir Robert de Bouain.\nSir Robert rode on in silence, feeling the movement of the horse beneath\n him.", "\"Aye. But King Richard will not approve of my breaking ranks and\n disobeying orders. I may win the battle and lose my head in the end.\"", "And then a voice was saying: \"You have done well this day, sir knight.\n Richard Plantagenet will not forget.\"\n\n\n Sir Robert turned in his saddle to face the smiling king.", "He himself, Sir Robert de Bouain, was riding with the Norman and English\n troops, just behind the men of Poitou. Sir Robert turned slightly in his", "Sir Robert's lips formed a smile. \"They are not far off, Sir Gaeton.\n They have been following us. As we march parallel to the seacoast, so\n they have been marching with us in those hills to the east.\"", "check. The King had said \"Stand fast!\" and this was no time to disobey\n the orders of Richard.", "Sir Robert turned his horse to look.", "Sir Robert's own sword rose and fell, cutting and hacking at the enemy.\n He himself felt a dreamlike detachment, as though he were watching the\n battle rather than participating in it.", "The voice of the Duke of Burgundy came to Sir Robert's ears.", "Sir Robert heard his own laugh echo hollowly within his helmet. \"Perhaps\n 'twere better to be mad when the assault comes. Madmen fight better than" ], [ "\"You did what must be done in honor,\" the Gascon conceded, \"but you have\n not gained the love of Richard by doing so.\"\n\n\n Sir Robert felt his jaw set firmly. \"My king knows I am loyal.\"", "\"My lord king, be assured that I would never forget my loyalty to my\n sovereign and liege lord. My sword and my life are yours whenever you\n call.\"", "Sir Gaeton said nothing more, but there was a look in his eyes that\n showed that he felt that Richard of England might even doubt the loyalty\n of Sir Robert de Bouain.\nSir Robert rode on in silence, feeling the movement of the horse beneath\n him.", "\"My lord the King,\" Sir Robert heard his voice say, \"is right in all but\n one thing. If we allow the Egyptians to take us from the rear, there", "\"It was my duty.\" Sir Robert's voice was stubborn. \"Could we have\n permitted a quarrel to develop between the two finest knights and", "He himself, Sir Robert de Bouain, was riding with the Norman and English\n troops, just behind the men of Poitou. Sir Robert turned slightly in his", "Sir Robert's voice came like a sword: steely, flat, cold, and sharp. \"My\n lord the King spoke in haste. He has reason to be bitter against Philip", "\"Against the orders of the King?\"\n\n\n \"The King cannot see everything! There are times when a man must use his\n own judgment! You said you were afraid of no man. Are you with me?\"", "And then a voice was saying: \"You have done well this day, sir knight.\n Richard Plantagenet will not forget.\"\n\n\n Sir Robert turned in his saddle to face the smiling king.", "Without hesitation, Sir Robert plunged his horse toward the surrounded\n monarch, his great blade cutting a path before him.", "There was a sudden clash of arms off to their left. Sir Robert dropped\n his cigarette to the ground. \"The trouble is that doing a real he-man's", "Sir Robert's lips formed a smile. \"They are not far off, Sir Gaeton.\n They have been following us. As we march parallel to the seacoast, so\n they have been marching with us in those hills to the east.\"", "Sir Robert heard his own laugh echo hollowly within his helmet. \"Perhaps\n 'twere better to be mad when the assault comes. Madmen fight better than", "Sir Robert felt his horse move, as though it were urging him on toward\n the battle, but his hand held to the reins, keeping the great charger in", "Sir Robert's own sword rose and fell, cutting and hacking at the enemy.\n He himself felt a dreamlike detachment, as though he were watching the\n battle rather than participating in it.", "Sir Robert lost all track of time. There was nothing to do but keep his\n own great broadsword moving, swinging like some gigantic metronome as he\n hacked down the Moslem foes.", "A voice very close to Sir Robert said: \"Richard is right. If we go to\n the aid of the Hospitallers, we will expose the column to a flank\n attack.\" It was Sir Gaeton.", "He had a pack of cigarettes in his gauntleted hand, which he profferred\n to Sir Robert. There were three cigarettes protruding from it, one\n slightly farther than the others. Sir Robert's hand reached out and took\n that one.", "Sir Robert de Bouain twisted again in his saddle to look at the knight\n riding alongside him. Sir Gaeton de l'Arc-Tombé sat tall and straight in", "And then the king mounted his horse and was running full gallop after\n the retreating Saracens.\nRobert took off his helmet." ], [ "\"You did what must be done in honor,\" the Gascon conceded, \"but you have\n not gained the love of Richard by doing so.\"\n\n\n Sir Robert felt his jaw set firmly. \"My king knows I am loyal.\"", "Sir Robert de Bouain twisted again in his saddle to look at the knight\n riding alongside him. Sir Gaeton de l'Arc-Tombé sat tall and straight in", "He himself, Sir Robert de Bouain, was riding with the Norman and English\n troops, just behind the men of Poitou. Sir Robert turned slightly in his", "\"We of Gascony fear no heathen Musselman,\" Sir Gaeton growled. \"It's\n this Hellish heat that is driving me mad.\" He pointed toward the eastern", "Sir Gaeton said nothing more, but there was a look in his eyes that\n showed that he felt that Richard of England might even doubt the loyalty\n of Sir Robert de Bouain.\nSir Robert rode on in silence, feeling the movement of the horse beneath\n him.", "Sir Robert's lips formed a smile. \"They are not far off, Sir Gaeton.\n They have been following us. As we march parallel to the seacoast, so\n they have been marching with us in those hills to the east.\"", "Gascon, and have sworn no fealty to him. But to side with the Duke of\n Burgundy against King Richard—\" He gave a short, barking laugh. \"I", "Sir Robert felt the shock against himself and his horse as the steel tip\n of the long ash lance struck the Saracen horseman in the chest. Out of\n the corner of his eye, he saw that Sir Gaeton, too, had scored.", "A voice very close to Sir Robert said: \"Richard is right. If we go to\n the aid of the Hospitallers, we will expose the column to a flank\n attack.\" It was Sir Gaeton.", "Sir Gaeton looked at him with a smile that held both irony and respect.\n \"In truth, sir knight, it is apparent that you fear neither men nor", "And then a voice was saying: \"You have done well this day, sir knight.\n Richard Plantagenet will not forget.\"\n\n\n Sir Robert turned in his saddle to face the smiling king.", "Sir Robert's voice came like a sword: steely, flat, cold, and sharp. \"My\n lord the King spoke in haste. He has reason to be bitter against Philip", "Sir Robert felt his horse move, as though it were urging him on toward\n the battle, but his hand held to the reins, keeping the great charger in", "\"It was my duty.\" Sir Robert's voice was stubborn. \"Could we have\n permitted a quarrel to develop between the two finest knights and", "Without hesitation, Sir Robert plunged his horse toward the surrounded\n monarch, his great blade cutting a path before him.", "Sir Robert turned his horse to look.", "The Saracen, impaled on Sir Robert's lance, shot from the saddle as he\n died. His lighter armor had hardly impeded the incoming spear-point, and", "The voice of the Duke of Burgundy came to Sir Robert's ears.", "There was a sudden clash of arms off to their left. Sir Robert dropped\n his cigarette to the ground. \"The trouble is that doing a real he-man's", "Sir Robert heard his own laugh echo hollowly within his helmet. \"Perhaps\n 'twere better to be mad when the assault comes. Madmen fight better than" ], [ "\"It was my duty.\" Sir Robert's voice was stubborn. \"Could we have\n permitted a quarrel to develop between the two finest knights and", "they had no time to attempt any further mischief to the King. They had\n their hands full with Sir Robert de Bouain.", "A voice very close to Sir Robert said: \"Richard is right. If we go to\n the aid of the Hospitallers, we will expose the column to a flank\n attack.\" It was Sir Gaeton.", "Sir Robert's lips formed a smile. \"They are not far off, Sir Gaeton.\n They have been following us. As we march parallel to the seacoast, so\n they have been marching with us in those hills to the east.\"", "Sir Gaeton said nothing more, but there was a look in his eyes that\n showed that he felt that Richard of England might even doubt the loyalty\n of Sir Robert de Bouain.\nSir Robert rode on in silence, feeling the movement of the horse beneath\n him.", "\"My lord the King,\" Sir Robert heard his voice say, \"is right in all but\n one thing. If we allow the Egyptians to take us from the rear, there", "Sir Robert felt his horse move, as though it were urging him on toward\n the battle, but his hand held to the reins, keeping the great charger in", "\"You did what must be done in honor,\" the Gascon conceded, \"but you have\n not gained the love of Richard by doing so.\"\n\n\n Sir Robert felt his jaw set firmly. \"My king knows I am loyal.\"", "He himself, Sir Robert de Bouain, was riding with the Norman and English\n troops, just behind the men of Poitou. Sir Robert turned slightly in his", "Without hesitation, Sir Robert plunged his horse toward the surrounded\n monarch, his great blade cutting a path before him.", "Sir Robert lost all track of time. There was nothing to do but keep his\n own great broadsword moving, swinging like some gigantic metronome as he\n hacked down the Moslem foes.", "Sir Robert's voice came like a sword: steely, flat, cold, and sharp. \"My\n lord the King spoke in haste. He has reason to be bitter against Philip", "Sir Robert turned his horse to look.", "\"Forward then!\" Sir Robert heard himself shouting. \"Forward for St.\n George and for England!\"", "There was a sudden clash of arms off to their left. Sir Robert dropped\n his cigarette to the ground. \"The trouble is that doing a real he-man's", "Sir Robert's own sword rose and fell, cutting and hacking at the enemy.\n He himself felt a dreamlike detachment, as though he were watching the\n battle rather than participating in it.", "And then a voice was saying: \"You have done well this day, sir knight.\n Richard Plantagenet will not forget.\"\n\n\n Sir Robert turned in his saddle to face the smiling king.", "And then, quite suddenly, there seemed to be no foeman to swing at.\n Breathing heavily, Sir Robert sheathed his broadsword.", "Sir Robert heard his own laugh echo hollowly within his helmet. \"Perhaps\n 'twere better to be mad when the assault comes. Madmen fight better than", "Beside him, Sir Gaeton did the same, saying: \"It will be a few minutes\n before they can regroup, sir knight. We may have routed them\n completely.\"" ], [ "Sir Gaeton said nothing more, but there was a look in his eyes that\n showed that he felt that Richard of England might even doubt the loyalty\n of Sir Robert de Bouain.\nSir Robert rode on in silence, feeling the movement of the horse beneath\n him.", "\"You did what must be done in honor,\" the Gascon conceded, \"but you have\n not gained the love of Richard by doing so.\"\n\n\n Sir Robert felt his jaw set firmly. \"My king knows I am loyal.\"", "A voice very close to Sir Robert said: \"Richard is right. If we go to\n the aid of the Hospitallers, we will expose the column to a flank\n attack.\" It was Sir Gaeton.", "Sir Gaeton looked at him with a smile that held both irony and respect.\n \"In truth, sir knight, it is apparent that you fear neither men nor", "Sir Robert de Bouain twisted again in his saddle to look at the knight\n riding alongside him. Sir Gaeton de l'Arc-Tombé sat tall and straight in", "Sir Robert's lips formed a smile. \"They are not far off, Sir Gaeton.\n They have been following us. As we march parallel to the seacoast, so\n they have been marching with us in those hills to the east.\"", "\"Yes, sir,\" said Sir Gaeton, after lighting his own cigarette, \"\nOld\n Kings\nare the greatest. They give a man real, deep-down smoking\n pleasure.\"", "Beside him, Sir Gaeton did the same, saying: \"It will be a few minutes\n before they can regroup, sir knight. We may have routed them\n completely.\"", "\"It was my duty.\" Sir Robert's voice was stubborn. \"Could we have\n permitted a quarrel to develop between the two finest knights and", "And then a voice was saying: \"You have done well this day, sir knight.\n Richard Plantagenet will not forget.\"\n\n\n Sir Robert turned in his saddle to face the smiling king.", "\"My lord the King,\" Sir Robert heard his voice say, \"is right in all but\n one thing. If we allow the Egyptians to take us from the rear, there", "King Richard's gauntleted hand grasped his own. \"If it please God, I\n shall never ask your life. An earldom awaits you when we return to\n England, sir knight.\"", "After a moment's hesitation, Sir Gaeton couched his lance. \"I'm with\n you, sir knight! Live or die, I follow! Strike and strike hard!\"", "\"Both,\" said Sir Gaeton flatly. \"They fear us, else they would not dally\n to amass so fearsome a force. If, as our informers tell us, there are", "Sir Robert's voice came like a sword: steely, flat, cold, and sharp. \"My\n lord the King spoke in haste. He has reason to be bitter against Philip", "He himself, Sir Robert de Bouain, was riding with the Norman and English\n troops, just behind the men of Poitou. Sir Robert turned slightly in his", "\"Richard of England has never been on the best of terms with Philip\n Augustus,\" said Sir Gaeton.", "they had no time to attempt any further mischief to the King. They had\n their hands full with Sir Robert de Bouain.", "\"And you intervened,\" said Sir Gaeton.", "Sir Robert felt the shock against himself and his horse as the steel tip\n of the long ash lance struck the Saracen horseman in the chest. Out of\n the corner of his eye, he saw that Sir Gaeton, too, had scored." ], [ "There was a sudden clash of arms off to their left. Sir Robert dropped\n his cigarette to the ground. \"The trouble is that doing a real he-man's", "Sir Robert's own sword rose and fell, cutting and hacking at the enemy.\n He himself felt a dreamlike detachment, as though he were watching the\n battle rather than participating in it.", "He himself, Sir Robert de Bouain, was riding with the Norman and English\n troops, just behind the men of Poitou. Sir Robert turned slightly in his", "\"You did what must be done in honor,\" the Gascon conceded, \"but you have\n not gained the love of Richard by doing so.\"\n\n\n Sir Robert felt his jaw set firmly. \"My king knows I am loyal.\"", "He had a pack of cigarettes in his gauntleted hand, which he profferred\n to Sir Robert. There were three cigarettes protruding from it, one\n slightly farther than the others. Sir Robert's hand reached out and took\n that one.", "Sir Robert's voice came like a sword: steely, flat, cold, and sharp. \"My\n lord the King spoke in haste. He has reason to be bitter against Philip", "Sir Robert lost all track of time. There was nothing to do but keep his\n own great broadsword moving, swinging like some gigantic metronome as he\n hacked down the Moslem foes.", "\"It was my duty.\" Sir Robert's voice was stubborn. \"Could we have\n permitted a quarrel to develop between the two finest knights and", "And then a voice was saying: \"You have done well this day, sir knight.\n Richard Plantagenet will not forget.\"\n\n\n Sir Robert turned in his saddle to face the smiling king.", "Sir Gaeton said nothing more, but there was a look in his eyes that\n showed that he felt that Richard of England might even doubt the loyalty\n of Sir Robert de Bouain.\nSir Robert rode on in silence, feeling the movement of the horse beneath\n him.", "\"My lord the King,\" Sir Robert heard his voice say, \"is right in all but\n one thing. If we allow the Egyptians to take us from the rear, there", "Sir Robert's lips formed a smile. \"They are not far off, Sir Gaeton.\n They have been following us. As we march parallel to the seacoast, so\n they have been marching with us in those hills to the east.\"", "And then the king mounted his horse and was running full gallop after\n the retreating Saracens.\nRobert took off his helmet.", "Sir Robert turned his horse to look.", "Sir Robert heard his own laugh echo hollowly within his helmet. \"Perhaps\n 'twere better to be mad when the assault comes. Madmen fight better than", "Without hesitation, Sir Robert plunged his horse toward the surrounded\n monarch, his great blade cutting a path before him.", "A voice very close to Sir Robert said: \"Richard is right. If we go to\n the aid of the Hospitallers, we will expose the column to a flank\n attack.\" It was Sir Gaeton.", "Sir Robert felt his horse move, as though it were urging him on toward\n the battle, but his hand held to the reins, keeping the great charger in", "And then, quite suddenly, there seemed to be no foeman to swing at.\n Breathing heavily, Sir Robert sheathed his broadsword.", "they had no time to attempt any further mischief to the King. They had\n their hands full with Sir Robert de Bouain." ] ]

[ "How did Read's parents feel about his work with the UN?", "Which statement best describes how Read changes throughout the story?", "Which of these is the best explanation for why Read put on his green beret during the battle?", "What type of person is Umluana?", "Why is Umluana speaking Dutch to Read and Rashid in the beginning?", "What is special about this particular UN mission?", "How will Read likely be remembered by the UN Corps? ", "What does Read's involvement in The Golden Spacemen tell us?", "Which of these is the best description of Sergeant Rashid?" ]

[ [ "They were thankful he finally did something important with his life.", "They were thankful he did not go to trade school.", "They were upset he wanted to leave the United States for work.", "They were surprised by his choice but did not keep them from going." ], [ "He became much less of an individual and more of a pawn for the UN.", "He overcame his cowardly ways to act for the good of his mission.", "He remains the self-serving person he was when the story started.", "He got cocky and made his own decisions without listening to Sergeant Rashid." ], [ "He thought it would offer him some protection he got shot.", "He found some comfort in the familiar uniform.", "It was annoying keeping it in his pocket and this was less distracting.", "He wanted to make sure others in the battle could identify him, to avoid friendly fire." ], [ "A considerate and cultured leader.", "A power-hungry yet peaceful person.", "A violence-driven man set on developing a large military under his control.", "A leader hell-bent on proving that Africans do not need white people to be successful." ], [ "It is the colonizer language of his own country.", "It's the language that the warrant is written in.", "It is the language being used by everyone at the World Court event.", "He wants to show off his ability to speak other languages." ], [ "It was the first political mission with Americans on the team.", "It was the first high-profile mission in Africa.", "It was the first attempt at using a specific power.", "It was the first mission specifically oriented at avoiding nuclear war." ], [ "As a cowardly man who always played it safe.", "As Sergeant Rashid's second-in-command. ", "As a man who made the arrest of Umluana possible.", "As a man that cared more about his uniform that his team." ], [ "His lack of dedication to his own country.", "His propensity for violence.", "His desire to have a uniform.", "His need to belong in a group." ], [ "A corps member uniquely devoted to amity and concord.", "An excellent strategist and the best man to have watching your back.", "An excellent marksman but an even better negotiator.", "A man outwardly dedicated to peace but inwardly in search of a fight." ] ]

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[ [ "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.", "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.", "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'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?\"", "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.", "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.", "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.\"", "Read didn't know much about the complicated political reasons for\n the arrest. He liked the Corp and he liked being in the Corp. He", "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.", "those with a fanatic loyalty to the ideals of peace and world\n order, and those who are loyal to nothing but themselves. Read\n was the second type.", "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.\"", "\"I want to be a UN man. I've already enlisted. I'm in! What do\n you care what I do?\"", "\"They know we don't have any big weapons,\" Read said. \"They know\n we have only gas grenades and small arms.\"", "And yet he responded with enthusiasm. They had given him a job. A\n job many people considered important.", "\"One thing,\" Read said, \"I don't think they'll shoot at us while\nhe's\nin the car.\"", "\"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 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.", "\"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.\"", "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.", "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." ], [ "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.", "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.", "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.", "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.", "\"I don't want that,\" Read said.\n\n\n \"What do you mean, you don't want that?\"", "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.\"", "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.\"", "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.\"", "\"I can't move, Sarge.\"\n\n\n \"Read, you've got to. I think you're the only—\"\n\n\n \"What?\"", "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", "His wife started to cry. Awkwardly, he embraced her. He wondered\n what his son had wanted that he couldn't get at home.\nTHE END", "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.", "A little car skimmed across the lawn. Bearing the Scourge of\n Africa, Rashid struggled toward it. Read walked backward,\n covering their retreat.", "\"A man ought to be a man,\" he once told a girl. \"He ought to do a\n man's work. Did you ever notice how our fathers look, how they", "A wounded inspector crawled across the floor to the booth. Read\n couldn't see his wound, only the pain scratched on his face and\n the blood he deposited on the floor.", "But he didn't feel any pain. He closed his eyes and threw himself\n onto his stomach. And nearly fainted from pain. He screamed and\n quivered. The pain stopped. He stretched out his hands, gripping", "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.", "Read looked back. He saw three spots of sunlight about two\n hundred feet up and a good mile behind.\n\n\n \"Here they come, Sarge.\"", "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." ], [ "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.", "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.", "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.", "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.", "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.", "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.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"We'll stop them, Sarge. Don't worry.\"\nRashid ran off. Read stared across the green land and listened to", "\"They know we don't have any big weapons,\" Read said. \"They know\n we have only gas grenades and small arms.\"", "\"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.", "BERET\nBy TOM PURDOM\nIt's not so much the decisions a man does make that mark", "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.\"", "\"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", "Read looked back. He saw three spots of sunlight about two\n hundred feet up and a good mile behind.\n\n\n \"Here they come, Sarge.\"", "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.", "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.", "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.", "Read didn't know much about the complicated political reasons for\n the arrest. He liked the Corp and he liked being in the Corp. He" ], [ "\"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", "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\"", "\"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.\"", "Umluana took control of Belderkan in 1979. The tiny, former Dutch\n colony, had been a tottering democracy for ten years. The very", "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.", "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 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.\"", "\"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.\"", "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.", "\"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.", "The copter landed ten minutes later. Umluana left in a shower of\n bullets. A Russian private, the ranking man alive in the station,", "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.", "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.", "They knelt on the cramped floor. Rashid put on his gas mask and\n Read copied him. Umluana breathed like a furnace, still", "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.", "\"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?\"", "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.", "A little car skimmed across the lawn. Bearing the Scourge of\n Africa, Rashid struggled toward it. Read walked backward,\n covering their retreat.", "those with a fanatic loyalty to the ideals of peace and world\n order, and those who are loyal to nothing but themselves. Read\n was the second type.", "Read locked the door and drew his pistol. Sergeant Rashid handed\n Premier Umluana the warrant." ], [ "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.", "\"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", "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 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.", "\"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.", "Umluana took control of Belderkan in 1979. The tiny, former Dutch\n colony, had been a tottering democracy for ten years. The very", "\"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.\"", "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.", "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.", "They knelt on the cramped floor. Rashid put on his gas mask and\n Read copied him. Umluana breathed like a furnace, still", "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.", "\"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.\"", "A little car skimmed across the lawn. Bearing the Scourge of\n Africa, Rashid struggled toward it. Read walked backward,\n covering their retreat.", "unconscious from the injection Rashid had given him.\nI can't do anything\n, Read thought.\nThey're too far away to", "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.", "Read locked the door and drew his pistol. Sergeant Rashid handed\n Premier Umluana the warrant.", "\"We'll stop them, Sarge. Don't worry.\"\nRashid ran off. Read stared across the green land and listened to", "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 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." ], [ "\"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.", "\"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.", "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.", "The UN Inspector Corps had been founded to enforce the Nuclear\n Disarmament Treaty of 1966. Through the years it had acquired", "\"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", "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.", "other jobs. UN men no longer went unarmed. Trained to use small\n arms and gas weapons, they guarded certain borders, bodyguarded\n diplomats and UN officials, even put down riots that threatened", "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.", "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.", "and Russia, trying not to get entangled, asked for more\n investigation by the UN.", "ATTENTION UN SOLDIERS.\n\n ATTENTION UN SOLDIERS.\n\n YOU MAY THINK US SAVAGES", "\"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.", "international peace. As the UN evolved into a strong world\n government, the UN Inspector Corps steadily acquired new powers.", "He took his turn guarding the still disputed borders of Korea. He\n served on the rescue teams that patrol the busy Polar routes. He\n mounted guard at the 1980 World's Fair in Rangoon.", "Staring straight ahead, he didn't see the sergeant smile.\nTwo types of recruits are accepted by the UN Inspector Corps:", "They were racing toward Miaka, a branch transmitter station. From\n Miaka they would transmit to the Belderkan Preserve, a famous" ], [ "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.", "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.", "\"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?\"", "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.", "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 didn't know much about the complicated political reasons for\n the arrest. He liked the Corp and he liked being in the Corp. He", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "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 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.", "\"One thing,\" Read said, \"I don't think they'll shoot at us while\nhe's\nin the car.\"", "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.\"", "\"They know we don't have any big weapons,\" Read said. \"They know\n we have only gas grenades and small arms.\"", "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.", "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.\"", "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.", "unconscious from the injection Rashid had given him.\nI can't do anything\n, Read thought.\nThey're too far away to", "The UN Inspector Corps had been founded to enforce the Nuclear\n Disarmament Treaty of 1966. Through the years it had acquired", "\"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.\"", "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 had belonged to a gang called The Golden Spacemen. \"Nobody\n fools with me,\" he bragged. \"When Harry Read's out, there's a", "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.", "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.", "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.\"", "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.", "Read looked back. He saw three spots of sunlight about two\n hundred feet up and a good mile behind.\n\n\n \"Here they come, Sarge.\"", "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.", "A little car skimmed across the lawn. Bearing the Scourge of\n Africa, Rashid struggled toward it. Read walked backward,\n covering their retreat.", "Read didn't know much about the complicated political reasons for\n the arrest. He liked the Corp and he liked being in the Corp. He", "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.", "Rashid swore. \"You heard him, Read! Get out there and help those\n men.\"", "\"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.\"", "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.", "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'll take a cocktail, Sarge.\"\n\n\n \"Is that Read?\"\n\n\n \"Who else did you expect?\"\n\n\n \"Nobody. Anybody else?\"", "\"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?\"", "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.\"", "those with a fanatic loyalty to the ideals of peace and world\n order, and those who are loyal to nothing but themselves. Read\n was the second type.", "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.", "\"I don't want that,\" Read said.\n\n\n \"What do you mean, you don't want that?\"" ], [ "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.", "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.", "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.", "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.", "Guns clattered. Bullets cracked.\n\n\n \"Sergeant Rashid! Answer me.\"\n\n\n He heard nothing but the lonely passage of the bullets in the\n mist.", "\"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 heavy gas would lie there for hours.\n\n\n Sergeant Rashid ran crouched from man to man. He did what he\n could to shield the wounded.", "\"We'll stop them, Sarge. Don't worry.\"\nRashid ran off. Read stared across the green land and listened to", "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", "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\"", "\"Now, I can shoot back,\" he said. \"Now we'll see what they do.\"\n\n\n \"Are you ready, Rashid?\" yelled the driver.", "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.\"", "\"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.", "\"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.\"", "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.", "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.", "Rashid swore. \"You heard him, Read! Get out there and help those\n men.\"", "\"I'm hit, too,\" Rashid said. \"Don't stop if you can move.\"\nListen to him. What's he got, a sprained ankle?", "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.", "\"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" ] ]

[ "Why are there only 11 men on the planet's surface?", "Why were the robots built?", "Why did Alan jump towards the robot when it fell into the mud?", "What is Peggy's importance to the mission?", "Where is Pete?", "How does the darkness affect the robots' mobility?", "Why did the robot at the stream fall into the mud?", "What would've happened if Alan had not made it to the switch?", "What would have happened if Allen's blaster had not run out of charge?" ]

[ [ "They wanted to establish a colony only for men.", "They served as a lookahead team for a larger group.", "They wanted to go unnoticed as they set up on the planet's surface.", "There was not enough space on the ship for more people." ], [ "Nobody knows, they were already on the planet's surface.", "To kill any people invading the planet.", "To perform labor and help the people build their city.", "To protect the people from dangerous animals." ], [ "He thought the mud would protect him from the fire caused by the blasters.", "He saw a chance to exploit a weakness of the robot's.", "He knew he would not survive the attack and wanted to take the robot down with him.", "The robot would not be able to see him he was right on it." ], [ "She is Alan's motivation for making it out alive.", "She is the one who successfully shuts down the robots.", "She is a medical officer on board the larger ship.", "She is Pete's wife and helped him design the robots." ], [ "On the second ship with the larger group of people.", "Back on his home planet, having sent his robot designs to the colony.", "Somewhere on the planet's surface, having died by the hand of his own creation.", "Hidden somewhere on the planet trying to escape the robot attacks." ], [ "It makes it harder for them to differentiate people from other animals.", "Their tracking of animals is unimpeded, but they still have plans to contend with.", "Their mobility is not affected, but it is harder for them to aim their blasters.", "It makes smaller signals from insects more distracting." ], [ "Alan managed to knock it down with his blaster.", "It fell while trying to chase Alan, who managed to confuse it.", "The mud blocked its sensors and it did not know how to move properly.", "Its signals were disrupted and it malfunctioned." ], [ "The robots would have gone on living unnoticed by people, doing as they wished with the planet. ", "The next group of people would have been caught by surprise and killed.", "Pete would have been the last hope of the people on the planet's surface.", "Peggy would have had to build new radio transmitters after the old ones were destroyed." ], [ "He would still have hit the switch, ending the story the same way.", "He would have been able to shoot the switch from where he stood instead of having to make a run for it.", "He would have accidentally cut off communication with other ships.", "He would have been able to shoot down the robots and not need to hit the switch." ] ]

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[ [ "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,", "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", "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", "with Alan, were the only humans\n on the jungle planet, Waiamea.\nStepping through the low\n shrubbery at the edge of the", "made walking difficult. At midday\n some few of the blue sun's\n rays filtered through to the\n jungle floor, but now, late afternoon\n on the planet, the shadows", "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", "the world. He half-jumped, half-fell\n towards it, slowly, in tenths\n of seconds that seemed measured\n out in years.", "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.", "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 moons, the killer robot stopped\n and its blaster swivelled\n slowly down. Frantically, Alan\n hugged the bank as a shaft of", "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", "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!", "The robot crashed loudly behind\n him now. Without stopping\n to think, Alan fumbled along the\n ground after his gun, straining", "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", "To his right the trees silhouetted\n briefly against brilliance as\n a third robot slowly moved up\n in the distance. Without thinking,", "sounds had been and why there\n hadn't been anyone around the\n camp site. A charred blob lying\n in the grass of the clearing confirmed\n his hypothesis. His stomach", "\"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.", "Without pausing to think,\n Alan leaped back, and fell\n sprawling over a bush just as\n one of the robots rolled silently", "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", "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." ], [ "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", "\"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", "TACTICS\nBy AL SEVCIK\nILLUSTRATOR NOVICK\nThe robots were built to serve", "\"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.", "To his right the trees silhouetted\n briefly against brilliance as\n a third robot slowly moved up\n in the distance. Without thinking,", "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", "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", "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", "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", "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", "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", "pause and squeeze his eyelids\n tight shut before he could see\n again, and the robots would\n move a little closer.", "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", "Only, the robot didn't get tired.\n Alan did.", "Confused by the sudden dispersion\n of mind impulses, the\n robot fired erratically as Alan\n crouched and raced painfully for", "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 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." ], [ "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, 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", "The robot crashed loudly behind\n him now. Without stopping\n to think, Alan fumbled along the\n ground after his gun, straining", "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. 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", "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 moons, the killer robot stopped\n and its blaster swivelled\n slowly down. Frantically, Alan\n hugged the bank as a shaft of", "\"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.", "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.", "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,", "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", "Alan changed direction slightly\n to follow a line between the\n two robots coming up from\n either side, behind him. His eyes", "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", "Shakily, Alan crawled a few\n feet back into the undergrowth\n where he could lie and watch the", "Pressing with all his might,\n Alan slid slowly along the bank\n inches at a time, away from the\n machine above. Its muzzle turned", "Only, the robot didn't get tired.\n Alan did.", "Without hesitation Alan\n threw himself across the blaster\n housing, frantically locking his\n arms around the barrel as the", "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.", "robot's treads churned furiously\n in the sticky mud, causing it to\n buck and plunge like a Brahma\n bull. The treads stopped and the" ], [ "\"Peggy!\"", "but Peggy and her green eyes\n that changed color with the\n light, with her soft brown hair,\n and her happy smile, had ended\n thirty years of loneliness and", "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", "Lord, Peggy!\" He turned white;\n oily sweat punctuated his forehead.\n Peggy, arriving tomorrow\n with the other colonists, the", "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.", "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", "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", "Slowly, trying to anticipate\n and shift his weight with the\n spinning plunges, Alan worked\n his hand down to his right hip.", "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", "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", "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", "Pressing with all his might,\n Alan slid slowly along the bank\n inches at a time, away from the\n machine above. Its muzzle turned", "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", "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", "never living to realize that\n they're tuned to pick up human\n brain waves, too. Damn!\n Damn!\" His eyes blurred and", "wouldn't even singe a robot, but\n it just might stop one of those\n pumas.\"\nThey said the blast with your name on it would find", "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 ...\"", "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,", "A voice spoke hollowly in the\n distance. \"He's waking. Call his\n wife.\"", "Suddenly a sobbing-laughing\n green-eyed girl was pressed\n tightly against him. Neither of\n them spoke. They couldn't. There" ], [ "\"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", "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.", "\"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.\"", "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 ...\"", "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!\"", "Shakily, Alan crawled a few\n feet back into the undergrowth\n where he could lie and watch the", "Pressing with all his might,\n Alan slid slowly along the bank\n inches at a time, away from the\n machine above. Its muzzle turned", "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", "sounds had been and why there\n hadn't been anyone around the\n camp site. A charred blob lying\n in the grass of the clearing confirmed\n his hypothesis. His stomach", "There was movement also, in\n the darkness beside him, scrapings\n and rustlings and an occasional\n low, throaty sound like an", "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,", "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", "He began to move along the\n bank, away from the crashing\n sounds. Suddenly he stopped, his\n eyes widened. \"Of course! Radio!", "A voice spoke hollowly in the\n distance. \"He's waking. Call his\n wife.\"", "\"Peggy!\"", "out of his misery.\nThere\n was a sudden crash\n that hung sharply in the air,\n as if a tree had been hit by", "but Peggy and her green eyes\n that changed color with the\n light, with her soft brown hair,\n and her happy smile, had ended\n thirty years of loneliness and", "His stomach tightened. Panic.\n The dank, musty smell of the\n jungle seemed for an instant to", "\"Dammit, no law says I have\n to flame-out\nnow\n!\" He forced\n himself to rise, forced his legs", "Slowly, trying to anticipate\n and shift his weight with the\n spinning plunges, Alan worked\n his hand down to his right hip." ], [ "To his right the trees silhouetted\n briefly against brilliance as\n a third robot slowly moved up\n in the distance. Without thinking,", "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", "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.", "pause and squeeze his eyelids\n tight shut before he could see\n again, and the robots would\n move a little closer.", "Without pausing to think,\n Alan leaped back, and fell\n sprawling over a bush just as\n one of the robots rolled silently", "Frantically, Alan slammed\n open the door as the robot, sensing\n him strongly now, aimed\n point blank. He saw nothing, his", "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", "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", "Blinding itself for a few seconds\n with its own blaster static,\n the robot paused momentarily,\n jiggling in place. In this", "Alan changed direction slightly\n to follow a line between the\n two robots coming up from\n either side, behind him. His eyes", "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.", "Confused by the sudden dispersion\n of mind impulses, the\n robot fired erratically as Alan\n crouched and raced painfully for", "robot's treads churned furiously\n in the sticky mud, causing it to\n buck and plunge like a Brahma\n bull. The treads stopped and the", "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.", "hardly able to move on the wildly\n swinging turret, he felt down\n the sides to the thin crack between\n the revolving housing and\n the stationary portion of the robot.", "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", "The robot crashed loudly behind\n him now. Without stopping\n to think, Alan fumbled along the\n ground after his gun, straining", "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" ], [ "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", "robot's treads churned furiously\n in the sticky mud, causing it to\n buck and plunge like a Brahma\n bull. The treads stopped and 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", "to follow him but the edge of\n the bank blocked its aim. Grinding\n forward a couple of feet,\n slightly overhanging the bank,\n the robot fired again. For a split", "The robot crashed loudly behind\n him now. Without stopping\n to think, Alan fumbled along the\n ground after his gun, straining", "To his right the trees silhouetted\n briefly against brilliance as\n a third robot slowly moved up\n in the distance. Without thinking,", "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", "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", "pure electricity arced over him,\n sliced into the water, and exploded\n in a cloud of steam. The\n robot shook for a second, its", "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.", "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.", "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 on, louder\n now, gaining on the tired human.\n Legs aching and bruised,", "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", "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", "Only, the robot didn't get tired.\n Alan did.", "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", "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", "\"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." ], [ "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", "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", "Without pausing to think,\n Alan leaped back, and fell\n sprawling over a bush just as\n one of the robots rolled silently", "Shakily, Alan crawled a few\n feet back into the undergrowth\n where he could lie and watch the", "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", "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", "The robot crashed loudly behind\n him now. Without stopping\n to think, Alan fumbled along the\n ground after his gun, straining", "Slowly, trying to anticipate\n and shift his weight with the\n spinning plunges, Alan worked\n his hand down to his right hip.", "Pressing with all his might,\n Alan slid slowly along the bank\n inches at a time, away from the\n machine above. Its muzzle turned", "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", "Without hesitation Alan\n threw himself across the blaster\n housing, frantically locking his\n arms around the barrel as the", "Confused by the sudden dispersion\n of mind impulses, the\n robot fired erratically as Alan\n crouched and raced painfully 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", "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", "stop.\nThe air crackled blue and a\n tree crashed heavily past Alan\n into the stream. Above him on\n the bank, silhouetting against", "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.", "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!\"", "Alan changed direction slightly\n to follow a line between the\n two robots coming up from\n either side, behind him. His eyes", "Alan opened his eyes in a\n white room; a white light hung\n over his head. Beside him, looking\n down with a rueful smile," ], [ "Without hesitation Alan\n threw himself across the blaster\n housing, frantically locking his\n arms around the barrel as the", "through his leg. Then it happened.\n A few feet from the\n building's door his blaster quit.\n A click. A faint hiss when he", "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", "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!\"", "leaped snarling and clawing\n back into the night.\nMentally, Alan tried to figure\n the charge remaining in his blaster.", "\"Be damned! You can't win\n now!\" Alan yelled between blaster\n shots, almost irrational from\n the pain that ripped jaggedly", "the moons, the killer robot stopped\n and its blaster swivelled\n slowly down. Frantically, Alan\n hugged the bank as a shaft of", "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", "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.", "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", "Frantically, Alan slammed\n open the door as the robot, sensing\n him strongly now, aimed\n point blank. He saw nothing, his", "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", "The robot crashed loudly behind\n him now. Without stopping\n to think, Alan fumbled along the\n ground after his gun, straining", "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.", "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.", "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", "Confused by the sudden dispersion\n of mind impulses, the\n robot fired erratically as Alan\n crouched and raced painfully for", "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", "foliage, thirty yards away.\nInstinctively, in one motion\n Alan grabbed his pocket blaster\n and fired. To his amazement the", "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" ] ]

[ "What is the relationship between Paul and Rupert?", "Where can a person go to be with friendly faces in Tangier?", "What is Paul doing in Tangier?", "What is Rupert doing in Tangier?", "Why does Paul think aliens are watching Earth?", "Why does Rupert like Tangier?", "How does Rupert feel about Paul?", "Why does Paul think an alien wouldn't be able to hide on Earth?" ]

[ [ "They are two Americans who happen to meet in Tangier.", "They are friends from Liverpool, vacationing in Tangier.", "They play cards together in Tangier.", "They are acquaintances. They met in Tangier." ], [ "The Place de France", "The Boulevard Pasteur", "The Cafe de Paris", "The Grand Socco" ], [ "He is on a business trip to find a source of protein.", "He is on a business trip scouting locations for thrill-seeking tourists.", "He is vacationing.", "He is in Tangier to watch the satellite launch." ], [ "He is on a business trip to find a source of protein.", "He is vacationing.", "He is on a mission to encourage international conflict.", "He is in Tangier to watch the satellite launch." ], [ "The aliens are watching Earth's civilization go through wars and struggles as a form of amusement.", "They want to invite Earth to join the Galactic League of civilized planets.", "Man has invented the H-Bomb. The aliens are scared.", "The aliens are preparing to harvest humans as a food source." ], [ "Tangier is full of criminals and subversives of various sorts.", "Tangier is right in the center of things.", "No one questions what he's doing in Tangier.", "The current exchange rate makes Tangier a cheap place to live." ], [ "Rupert thinks of Paul as a kindred spirit.", "Rupert is annoyed that Paul sat down at his table.", "Rupert suspects Paul might be a Russian spy.", "Paul is easy-going, but Rupert doesn't know him that well." ], [ "Aliens don't look like Earthlings.", "An alien would not be able to mimic a human enough to fit in with society.", "An alien wouldn't be able to assimilate into Earth's backward culture.", "The Earth has so many intelligence agencies, at least one would be watching when an alien gave itself away." ] ]

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[ [ "Paul said, \"How are you,\n Rupert? Haven't seen you for\n donkey's years.\"", "way. I didn't know Paul very\n well, but, for that matter, it's\n comparatively seldom you ever\n get to know anybody very well", "The waiter came along and\n Paul ordered a glass of beer.\n Paul was an easy-going, sallow-faced\n little man. I vaguely remembered\n somebody saying he\n was from Liverpool and in\n exports.", "Paul grinned at me. \"I see you\n read the same poxy stuff I do.\"", "from, Rupert?\"", "\"That's right,\" Paul admitted.\n \"In this town you seldom even\n ask a man where's he's from. He", "Paul frowned. \"That sort of\n practice could spoil an awful\n lot of good meat.\"\nTHE END", "Paul said seriously, \"You\n know, there's only one big snag\n in this sort of talk. I've sorted", "Paul said, \"What ever happened\n to those poxy flying\n saucers?\"\n\n\n \"What flying saucers?\"", "can be British, a White Russian,\n a Basque or a Sikh and nobody\n could care less. Where are\nyou\nfrom, Rupert?\"", "Like I said, it's quite a town.\nI looked up from my\nHerald\n Tribune\nand said, \"Hello, Paul.\n Anything new cooking?\"", "Paul said, \"I got it. So they're\n scared and are keeping an eye on\n us. That's an old one. I've read\n that a dozen times, dished up\n different.\"", "Paul yawned and said, \"That\n was always the trouble with those\n crackpot blokes' explanations of\n them. If they were aliens from\n space, then why not show themselves?\"", "I said, \"Oh, there are various\n answers to that one. We could\n probably sit around here and\n think of two or three that made\n sense.\"\n\n\n Paul was mildly interested.\n \"Like what?\"", "affairs. For instance, I've known\n you a year or more now, and I\n haven't the slightest idea of how\n you make your living.\"", "face he recognized, he assumed\n he was welcome to intrude. It was\n more or less standard procedure\n at the Cafe de Paris. It wasn't", "shielded, of course—and get\n their kicks watching it.\"", "\"Pogo and Albert are going\n to fight a duel,\" I told him, \"and\n Lil Abner is becoming a rock'n'roll\n singer.\"\n\n\n He grunted.", "\"Oh,\" I said, \"the intellectual\n type.\" I scanned the front page.\n \"The Russkies have put up\n another manned satellite.\"\n\n\n \"They have, eh? How big?\"", "center of things. But now I don't\n think so. I think he'd be right\n here in Tangier.\"" ], [ "One can't be too cautious about the\n \n people one meets in Tangier. They're all\n \n weirdies of one kind or another.", "center of things. But now I don't\n think so. I think he'd be right\n here in Tangier.\"", "in Tangier. Largely, cards are\n played close to the chest.\nMy beer came and a plate of\n tapas for us both. Tapas at the", "It's quite a town, Tangier.", "Tangier is possibly the most\n cosmopolitan city in the world.\n In native costume you'll see", "In Tangier you'll find some of\n the world's poorest and some of\n the richest. The poorest will try", "\"Why Tangier?\"", "face he recognized, he assumed\n he was welcome to intrude. It was\n more or less standard procedure\n at the Cafe de Paris. It wasn't", "The waiter came along and\n Paul ordered a glass of beer.\n Paul was an easy-going, sallow-faced\n little man. I vaguely remembered\n somebody saying he\n was from Liverpool and in\n exports.", "Mouley came shuffling up in\n his babouche slippers and we\n both ordered another schooner\n of beer.", "the city, and the beginning of\n Rue de la Liberté, which leads\n down to the Grand Socco and\n the medina. In a three-minute", "\"It's the one town in the world\n where anything goes. Nobody\n gives a damn about you or your", "A Moorish girl went by dressed\n in a neatly tailored gray\n jellaba, European style high-heeled", "You can sit there, after the\n paper's read, sip your expresso\n and watch the people go by.", "He sank into the chair opposite\n me and looked around for\n the waiter. The tables were all\n crowded and since mine was a", "Berber and Rif, Arab and Blue\n Man, and occasionally a Senegalese\n from further south. In\n European dress you'll see Japs", "to sell you anything from a\n shoeshine to their not very lily-white\n bodies, and the richest will\n avoid your eyes, afraid\nyou", "\"Scouting the place for thrill\n tourists. My job is to go around\n to these backward cultures and", "Like I said, it's quite a town.\nI looked up from my\nHerald\n Tribune\nand said, \"Hello, Paul.\n Anything new cooking?\"", "\"That's right,\" Paul admitted.\n \"In this town you seldom even\n ask a man where's he's from. He" ], [ "center of things. But now I don't\n think so. I think he'd be right\n here in Tangier.\"", "One can't be too cautious about the\n \n people one meets in Tangier. They're all\n \n weirdies of one kind or another.", "The waiter came along and\n Paul ordered a glass of beer.\n Paul was an easy-going, sallow-faced\n little man. I vaguely remembered\n somebody saying he\n was from Liverpool and in\n exports.", "\"Why Tangier?\"", "in Tangier. Largely, cards are\n played close to the chest.\nMy beer came and a plate of\n tapas for us both. Tapas at the", "It's quite a town, Tangier.", "In Tangier you'll find some of\n the world's poorest and some of\n the richest. The poorest will try", "\"That's right,\" Paul admitted.\n \"In this town you seldom even\n ask a man where's he's from. He", "way. I didn't know Paul very\n well, but, for that matter, it's\n comparatively seldom you ever\n get to know anybody very well", "Paul grinned at me. \"I see you\n read the same poxy stuff I do.\"", "Like I said, it's quite a town.\nI looked up from my\nHerald\n Tribune\nand said, \"Hello, Paul.\n Anything new cooking?\"", "Paul said seriously, \"You\n know, there's only one big snag\n in this sort of talk. I've sorted", "Tangier is possibly the most\n cosmopolitan city in the world.\n In native costume you'll see", "base himself in London or New\n York. Somewhere where he could\n use the libraries for research,\n get the daily newspapers and\n the magazines. Be right in the", "Paul frowned. \"That sort of\n practice could spoil an awful\n lot of good meat.\"\nTHE END", "Paul said, \"What ever happened\n to those poxy flying\n saucers?\"\n\n\n \"What flying saucers?\"", "Paul said, \"I got it. So they're\n scared and are keeping an eye on\n us. That's an old one. I've read\n that a dozen times, dished up\n different.\"", "Paul said, \"How are you,\n Rupert? Haven't seen you for\n donkey's years.\"", "Paul yawned and said, \"That\n was always the trouble with those\n crackpot blokes' explanations of\n them. If they were aliens from\n space, then why not show themselves?\"", "I said, \"Oh, there are various\n answers to that one. We could\n probably sit around here and\n think of two or three that made\n sense.\"\n\n\n Paul was mildly interested.\n \"Like what?\"" ], [ "center of things. But now I don't\n think so. I think he'd be right\n here in Tangier.\"", "One can't be too cautious about the\n \n people one meets in Tangier. They're all\n \n weirdies of one kind or another.", "It's quite a town, Tangier.", "from, Rupert?\"", "In Tangier you'll find some of\n the world's poorest and some of\n the richest. The poorest will try", "\"Why Tangier?\"", "in Tangier. Largely, cards are\n played close to the chest.\nMy beer came and a plate of\n tapas for us both. Tapas at the", "can be British, a White Russian,\n a Basque or a Sikh and nobody\n could care less. Where are\nyou\nfrom, Rupert?\"", "Paul said, \"How are you,\n Rupert? Haven't seen you for\n donkey's years.\"", "Tangier is possibly the most\n cosmopolitan city in the world.\n In native costume you'll see", "The waiter came along and\n Paul ordered a glass of beer.\n Paul was an easy-going, sallow-faced\n little man. I vaguely remembered\n somebody saying he\n was from Liverpool and in\n exports.", "base himself in London or New\n York. Somewhere where he could\n use the libraries for research,\n get the daily newspapers and\n the magazines. Be right in the", "Mouley came shuffling up in\n his babouche slippers and we\n both ordered another schooner\n of beer.", "face he recognized, he assumed\n he was welcome to intrude. It was\n more or less standard procedure\n at the Cafe de Paris. It wasn't", "\"It's the one town in the world\n where anything goes. Nobody\n gives a damn about you or your", "Like I said, it's quite a town.\nI looked up from my\nHerald\n Tribune\nand said, \"Hello, Paul.\n Anything new cooking?\"", "\"Scouting the place for thrill\n tourists. My job is to go around\n to these backward cultures and", "affairs. For instance, I've known\n you a year or more now, and I\n haven't the slightest idea of how\n you make your living.\"", "shielded, of course—and get\n their kicks watching it.\"", "or whatever they are? Sooner\n or later we'd nab one of them.\n You know, Scotland Yard, or\n the F.B.I., or Russia's secret" ], [ "Paul yawned and said, \"That\n was always the trouble with those\n crackpot blokes' explanations of\n them. If they were aliens from\n space, then why not show themselves?\"", "Paul said, \"I got it. So they're\n scared and are keeping an eye on\n us. That's an old one. I've read\n that a dozen times, dished up\n different.\"", "I shook my head. \"Not necessarily.\n The first time I ever considered\n this possibility, it seemed\n to me that such an alien would", "Just to say something, I said,\n \"Where do you think they came\n from?\" And when he looked\n blank, I added, \"The Flying\n Saucers.\"", "Paul said, \"What ever happened\n to those poxy flying\n saucers?\"\n\n\n \"What flying saucers?\"", "the F.B.I. possibly flushing an\n alien. Telepathy is a sense not\n trained by the humanoids. If\n they had it, your job—and mine—would", "\"You know, what everybody\n was seeing a few years ago. It's\n too bad one of these bloody manned\n satellites wasn't up then.\n Maybe they would've seen one.\"", "alien would slip up in time, no\n matter how much he'd been\n trained. Sooner or later, he'd slip\n up, and they'd nab him.\"", "\"I got a better one. How's\n this. There's this alien life form\n that's way ahead of us. Their", "\"Ummmm,\" I said. \"Too bad\n none of them ever crashed, or\n landed on the Yale football field\n and said\nTake me to your cheerleader\n,\n or something.\"", "get it? And some of them are\n pretty jolly well taken by Earth,\n especially the way we are right\n now, with all the problems, get", "shielded, of course—and get\n their kicks watching it.\"", "and revolutions, and greed for\n power or any of these things\n giving us a bad time here on\n Earth. They're all like scholars,", "Paul grinned at me. \"I see you\n read the same poxy stuff I do.\"", "spending all their money on armaments\n instead of things like\n schools. All the bloody mess of\n it. Why, a man from Mars would\n be fascinated, like.\"", "\"Well, they observe how man\n is going through a scientific\n boom, an industrial boom, a\n population boom. A boom, period.", "I said, \"Or, here's another\n one. Suppose you have a very\n advanced civilization on, say,\n Mars.\"\n\n\n \"Not Mars. No air, and too\n bloody dry to support life.\"", "Any day now he's going to have\n practical space ships. Meanwhile,\n he's also got the H-Bomb and\n the way he beats the drums on", "I said, \"Oh, there are various\n answers to that one. We could\n probably sit around here and\n think of two or three that made\n sense.\"\n\n\n Paul was mildly interested.\n \"Like what?\"", "\"Well, hell, suppose for instance\n there's this big Galactic League\n of civilized planets. But it's restricted," ], [ "center of things. But now I don't\n think so. I think he'd be right\n here in Tangier.\"", "It's quite a town, Tangier.", "One can't be too cautious about the\n \n people one meets in Tangier. They're all\n \n weirdies of one kind or another.", "\"Why Tangier?\"", "Tangier is possibly the most\n cosmopolitan city in the world.\n In native costume you'll see", "In Tangier you'll find some of\n the world's poorest and some of\n the richest. The poorest will try", "in Tangier. Largely, cards are\n played close to the chest.\nMy beer came and a plate of\n tapas for us both. Tapas at the", "can be British, a White Russian,\n a Basque or a Sikh and nobody\n could care less. Where are\nyou\nfrom, Rupert?\"", "Mouley came shuffling up in\n his babouche slippers and we\n both ordered another schooner\n of beer.", "The waiter came along and\n Paul ordered a glass of beer.\n Paul was an easy-going, sallow-faced\n little man. I vaguely remembered\n somebody saying he\n was from Liverpool and in\n exports.", "from, Rupert?\"", "Paul said, \"How are you,\n Rupert? Haven't seen you for\n donkey's years.\"", "base himself in London or New\n York. Somewhere where he could\n use the libraries for research,\n get the daily newspapers and\n the magazines. Be right in the", "\"It's the one town in the world\n where anything goes. Nobody\n gives a damn about you or your", "the city, and the beginning of\n Rue de la Liberté, which leads\n down to the Grand Socco and\n the medina. In a three-minute", "Like I said, it's quite a town.\nI looked up from my\nHerald\n Tribune\nand said, \"Hello, Paul.\n Anything new cooking?\"", "face he recognized, he assumed\n he was welcome to intrude. It was\n more or less standard procedure\n at the Cafe de Paris. It wasn't", "A Moorish girl went by dressed\n in a neatly tailored gray\n jellaba, European style high-heeled", "shielded, of course—and get\n their kicks watching it.\"", "both sides of the Curtain, he's\n not against using it, if he could\n get away with it.\"" ], [ "Paul said, \"How are you,\n Rupert? Haven't seen you for\n donkey's years.\"", "Paul grinned at me. \"I see you\n read the same poxy stuff I do.\"", "way. I didn't know Paul very\n well, but, for that matter, it's\n comparatively seldom you ever\n get to know anybody very well", "The waiter came along and\n Paul ordered a glass of beer.\n Paul was an easy-going, sallow-faced\n little man. I vaguely remembered\n somebody saying he\n was from Liverpool and in\n exports.", "Paul frowned. \"That sort of\n practice could spoil an awful\n lot of good meat.\"\nTHE END", "Paul said seriously, \"You\n know, there's only one big snag\n in this sort of talk. I've sorted", "from, Rupert?\"", "\"That's right,\" Paul admitted.\n \"In this town you seldom even\n ask a man where's he's from. He", "Paul said, \"I got it. So they're\n scared and are keeping an eye on\n us. That's an old one. I've read\n that a dozen times, dished up\n different.\"", "Paul said, \"What ever happened\n to those poxy flying\n saucers?\"\n\n\n \"What flying saucers?\"", "can be British, a White Russian,\n a Basque or a Sikh and nobody\n could care less. Where are\nyou\nfrom, Rupert?\"", "Like I said, it's quite a town.\nI looked up from my\nHerald\n Tribune\nand said, \"Hello, Paul.\n Anything new cooking?\"", "Paul yawned and said, \"That\n was always the trouble with those\n crackpot blokes' explanations of\n them. If they were aliens from\n space, then why not show themselves?\"", "I said, \"Oh, there are various\n answers to that one. We could\n probably sit around here and\n think of two or three that made\n sense.\"\n\n\n Paul was mildly interested.\n \"Like what?\"", "shielded, of course—and get\n their kicks watching it.\"", "We didn't say anything else for\n a while and I began to wonder\n if I could go back to my paper\n without rubbing him the wrong", "face he recognized, he assumed\n he was welcome to intrude. It was\n more or less standard procedure\n at the Cafe de Paris. It wasn't", "center of things. But now I don't\n think so. I think he'd be right\n here in Tangier.\"", "both sides of the Curtain, he's\n not against using it, if he could\n get away with it.\"", "\"Oh,\" I said, \"the intellectual\n type.\" I scanned the front page.\n \"The Russkies have put up\n another manned satellite.\"\n\n\n \"They have, eh? How big?\"" ], [ "Paul yawned and said, \"That\n was always the trouble with those\n crackpot blokes' explanations of\n them. If they were aliens from\n space, then why not show themselves?\"", "I shook my head. \"Not necessarily.\n The first time I ever considered\n this possibility, it seemed\n to me that such an alien would", "alien would slip up in time, no\n matter how much he'd been\n trained. Sooner or later, he'd slip\n up, and they'd nab him.\"", "the F.B.I. possibly flushing an\n alien. Telepathy is a sense not\n trained by the humanoids. If\n they had it, your job—and mine—would", "Paul said, \"I got it. So they're\n scared and are keeping an eye on\n us. That's an old one. I've read\n that a dozen times, dished up\n different.\"", "\"I got a better one. How's\n this. There's this alien life form\n that's way ahead of us. Their", "Paul said, \"What ever happened\n to those poxy flying\n saucers?\"\n\n\n \"What flying saucers?\"", "Just to say something, I said,\n \"Where do you think they came\n from?\" And when he looked\n blank, I added, \"The Flying\n Saucers.\"", "\"Ummmm,\" I said. \"Too bad\n none of them ever crashed, or\n landed on the Yale football field\n and said\nTake me to your cheerleader\n,\n or something.\"", "I said, \"Or, here's another\n one. Suppose you have a very\n advanced civilization on, say,\n Mars.\"\n\n\n \"Not Mars. No air, and too\n bloody dry to support life.\"", "\"Well, hell, suppose for instance\n there's this big Galactic League\n of civilized planets. But it's restricted,", "\"You know, what everybody\n was seeing a few years ago. It's\n too bad one of these bloody manned\n satellites wasn't up then.\n Maybe they would've seen one.\"", "be considerably more\n difficult. Let's face it, in spite of\n these human bodies we're disguised\n in, neither of us is\n humanoid. Where are you really", "Paul said seriously, \"You\n know, there's only one big snag\n in this sort of talk. I've sorted", "\"That's right,\" Paul admitted.\n \"In this town you seldom even\n ask a man where's he's from. He", "\"What're you doing here on\n Earth?\" I asked him.", "I said, \"Oh, there are various\n answers to that one. We could\n probably sit around here and\n think of two or three that made\n sense.\"\n\n\n Paul was mildly interested.\n \"Like what?\"", "get it? And some of them are\n pretty jolly well taken by Earth,\n especially the way we are right\n now, with all the problems, get", "way. I didn't know Paul very\n well, but, for that matter, it's\n comparatively seldom you ever\n get to know anybody very well", "spending all their money on armaments\n instead of things like\n schools. All the bloody mess of\n it. Why, a man from Mars would\n be fascinated, like.\"" ] ]

[ "What is the Commission?", "Why are the children of Ridgeville so smart?", "How do the children feel about Mr. Henderson?", "How is Hilary's product going to kill the razor industry?", "Why does the group want to buy a hydraulic press?", "Why did Hilary pour detergent into the fountain?", "Why will the group be out of the mouse business by the fall?", "Why does Mr. Henderson want to work for the children?" ]

[ [ "The Commission is a group of elected officials that run the town of Ridgeville.", "The Commission is a metallurgy company and the main employer in Ridgeville. ", "The Commission is a chemical company and the main employer in Ridgeville.", "The Commission is a laboratory and the main employer in Ridgeville." ], [ "An accident that included chemical fallout occurred, around the time that the children were conceived.", "Tommy and Mary have high IQ's and the other three are androids, built by the Commission.", "The children are androids, built by the Commission.", "The children of Ridgeville were genetically engineered by the Commission." ], [ "The children do not like Mr. Henderson.", "The children feel Mr. Henderson is a bit chintzy.", "The children feel Mr. Henderson is holding them back from their true potential.", "The children like Mr. Henderson, but they know they are smarter than he is." ], [ "Before-shave breaks off whiskers, just apply and wipe away. ", "Before-shave dissolves whiskers permanently.", "Before-shave dissolves whiskers for four to six weeks at a time.", "Before-shave will never kill the razor industry. That's just wishful thinking." ], [ "They want to make cages for the mice.", "They want to make ball bearings.", "They want to make kites.", "They want to make detergent." ], [ "He didn't, it was Mary.", "He didn't, it was Tommy.", "He didn't, it was Doris.", "He didn't, it was Peter." ], [ "They are selling the mice to the Commission.", "When the cold weather comes in the fall, the mice won't survive in the cold barn.", "Tommy refused to sell the mice.", "The mice are breeding so fast, they will not be a novelty much longer." ], [ "The parents of the children work for the Commission and Henderson is scared of the Commission.", "He needs the money to pay for his mortgage.", "He does not want to work for the children. The children will work for Mr. Henderson.", "The children are incredibly successful." ] ]

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[ [ "the Patent Section at the Commission's\n downtown office. My boss sent\n me over here, but if he hadn't, I\n think I'd have come anyway. What", "assumed the role of commissary\n officer. She paused only to say hello\n and to ask how we were progressing\n with our organization meeting.", "academic standards are high. On the\n other hand, the fathers of most of\n my students work for the Commission\n and a constant awareness of the Commission\n and its work pervades the", "\"It has the purpose,\" I told her,\n \"of teaching the members something\n about commerce and industry. They\n manufacture simple compositions", "It was on Tuesday—following the\n Thursday—that a lanky young man\n disentangled himself from his car\n and strolled into the barn. I looked\n up from the floor where I was tacking\n squares of screening onto wooden\n frames.", "\"Well, now,\" I demanded, in my\n best classroom voice. \"What is all\n this?\"\n\n\n \"Are you Henderson?\" the larger\n policeman asked.", "Mr. McCormack had told me, and\n in some detail, about the youngsters\n I'd be dealing with. The three who\n were sitting to my left were the ones\n who had proposed the group in the\n first place.", "McCord unfolded his length and\n stood staring out into the rain. Presently\n he said, \"Henderson, Hilary", "\"It wasn't my idea, really,\" I admitted.\n \"Mr. McCormack called me\n to the office today, and told me that", "strains? Healthy mice of the\n right strain,\" I explained to Tommy,\n \"might be sold to laboratories. I have\n an idea the Commission buys a supply", "\"You mean you don't know, honestly?\n Oh, it's fabulous. Best story I've\n had for ages. It'll make the city papers.\"", "to such groups. It's standard practice\n for every member of the group\n to be a company officer. Of course a\n young boy who doesn't know any better,", "letting such a thing happen again.\n Mr. Miller, who had come home to\n see what all the excitement was, went\n back to work and Mrs. Miller went", "\"Oh, please, Mr. Henderson, come\n outside where it's quieter and tell me\n all about it.\"\n\n\n \"Perhaps,\" I countered, \"somebody\n should tell me.\"", "some of the children in the lower\n grades wanted to start one. They\n need adult guidance of course, and\n one of the group suggested my name.\"", "Presently we asked Betty Miller to\n come back down to the barn for a\n conference. She listened and asked\n questions. At last she said, \"Well, all", "of the book she's starting, and we\n found a place over a garage on\n Fourth Street that we can rent for\n winter quarters. Oh, yes, and Jeff is", "\"No.\" She shook her head in mock\n despondency. \"I'm not very technical.\n Just sort of miscellaneous. But if the", "from association, for they were close\n friends, they had just come to have\n a certain similarity of restrained gesture\n and of modulated voice. And", "\"I am,\" he replied, \"in a cautious\n legal sense, of course. Hilary and I\n were just going over the situation on" ], [ "I should explain, perhaps, that I\n teach a course in general science in\n our Ridgeville Junior High School,\n and another in general physics in the", "We've had to watch such things\n rather closely for the last ten—no,\n eleven years. Back in the old Ridgeville,", "Senior High School. It's a privilege\n which I'm sure many educators must\n envy, teaching in Ridgeville, for our\n new school is a fine one, and our", "full of parked automobiles, and the\n barn itself rather full of people, including\n two policemen. Our Ridgeville\n police are quite young men, but", "and swished the contents. Foam\n mounted to the rim and spilled over.\n \"And that's our best grade of Ridgeville\n water,\" he pointed out. \"Hardest", "\"My,\" said Marjorie, \"they're really\n smart boys and girls. Tommy Miller\n does sound like a born salesman.\n Somehow I don't think you're going\n to have to call in Mr. Wells.\"", "couldn't have kept on living there\n even if the town had stayed. When\n Ridgeville moved to its present site,\n so, of course, did we, which meant", "\"Just three lines on the letterhead,\"\n he explained. \"Ridge Industries—Ridgeville—Montana.\"\n\n\n I got my voice back and said, \"Engraved,\n I trust.\"", "town. It is an uneasy privilege then,\n at least sometimes, to teach my old-fashioned\n brand of science to these\n children of a new age.", "\"is to figure out what people in\n Ridgeville want to buy, then sell it\n to them.\"", "told me, though, that I might find\n these youngsters a bit more ambitious.\n \"The Miller boy and Mary McCready,\"\n he had said, \"have exceptionally", "table with five boys and girls\n lined up along the sides. This was to\n be our headquarters and factory for\n the summer—a roomy unused barn\n belonging to the parents of one of", "with a face full of freckles and an\n infectious laugh, and Tommy Miller,\n a few months younger, was just an\n average, extroverted, well adjusted", "hadn't picked a name yesterday, but I\n figured what's to lose, and picked one.\n Ridge Industries, how's that?\" Everybody\n nodded.", "\"Gracious, you wouldn't have to\n sell from door-to-door, would you?\"\n\n\n \"Of course not. I'd just tell the\n kids how to do it.\"", "some of the children in the lower\n grades wanted to start one. They\n need adult guidance of course, and\n one of the group suggested my name.\"", "The two on my right were cast in\n a different mold. Mary McCready\n was a big husky redhead of twelve,", "\"Why not? The kids can sail\n through their courses without thinking\n about them, and actually they\n won't put in more than a few hours\n a week during the school year.\"", "more years, but was at the moment\n rather angular—all shoulders and elbows.\n Peter Cope, Jr. and Hilary Matlack\n were skinny kids, too. The three", "It was a rainy morning about three\n weeks later that I arrived at the barn.\n Jeff McCord was there, and the whole\n team except Tommy. Jeff lowered his" ], [ "\"Well, now,\" I demanded, in my\n best classroom voice. \"What is all\n this?\"\n\n\n \"Are you Henderson?\" the larger\n policeman asked.", "\"Well, Mr. Henderson, a junior\n achievement group is a bunch of kids\n who get together to manufacture and\n sell things, and maybe make some\n money.\"", "\"Oh, please, Mr. Henderson, come\n outside where it's quieter and tell me\n all about it.\"\n\n\n \"Perhaps,\" I countered, \"somebody\n should tell me.\"", "\"Hello, Mr. Henderson,\" Mary said,\n and proffered the cord which was\n wound on a fishing reel. I played the", "name, Mr. Henderson, and you'll have\n to make out the checks. And they\n want you to stop in at the bank and\n give them a specimen signature. Oh,", "\"My,\" said Marjorie, \"they're really\n smart boys and girls. Tommy Miller\n does sound like a born salesman.\n Somehow I don't think you're going\n to have to call in Mr. Wells.\"", "some of the children in the lower\n grades wanted to start one. They\n need adult guidance of course, and\n one of the group suggested my name.\"", "Mr. McCormack had told me, and\n in some detail, about the youngsters\n I'd be dealing with. The three who\n were sitting to my left were the ones\n who had proposed the group in the\n first place.", "McCord unfolded his length and\n stood staring out into the rain. Presently\n he said, \"Henderson, Hilary", "told me, though, that I might find\n these youngsters a bit more ambitious.\n \"The Miller boy and Mary McCready,\"\n he had said, \"have exceptionally", "letting such a thing happen again.\n Mr. Miller, who had come home to\n see what all the excitement was, went\n back to work and Mrs. Miller went", "with a face full of freckles and an\n infectious laugh, and Tommy Miller,\n a few months younger, was just an\n average, extroverted, well adjusted", "\"Hi,\" he said. \"You're Donald\n Henderson, right? My name is McCord—Jeff\n McCord—and I work in", "town. It is an uneasy privilege then,\n at least sometimes, to teach my old-fashioned\n brand of science to these\n children of a new age.", "table with five boys and girls\n lined up along the sides. This was to\n be our headquarters and factory for\n the summer—a roomy unused barn\n belonging to the parents of one of", "It was on Tuesday—following the\n Thursday—that a lanky young man\n disentangled himself from his car\n and strolled into the barn. I looked\n up from the floor where I was tacking\n squares of screening onto wooden\n frames.", "of the book she's starting, and we\n found a place over a garage on\n Fourth Street that we can rent for\n winter quarters. Oh, yes, and Jeff is", "more years, but was at the moment\n rather angular—all shoulders and elbows.\n Peter Cope, Jr. and Hilary Matlack\n were skinny kids, too. The three", "it, and the kite hung motionless\n and almost out of sight in the pale\n sky. I stood and watched for a moment,\n then they saw me.", "\"Even so, it's child labor, isn't it?\"\n\n\n \"Child labor nothing. They're the\n employers. Jeff McCord and I will\n be the only employees—just at first,\n anyway.\"" ], [ "Hilary had been deep in thought.\n He said suddenly, \"Gosh, I think I\n know how to make a—what do you\n want to call it—a before-shave lotion.\"", "\"Before-shave lotion,\" Hilary told\n him. \"You've shaved this morning,\n but try some anyway.\"", "And Hilary brought in a bottle of\n his new detergent. It was a syrupy\n yellow liquid with a nice collar of\n suds. He'd been busy in his home\n laboratory after all, it seemed.", "and I are heading for my office. We\n can work there better than here, and\n if we're going to break the hearts of\n the razor industry, there's no better", "Hilary, reluctantly forsaking his\n ideas on detergents, suggested we\n make black plastic discs, like poker", "\"What is it?\" I asked. \"You never\n told us.\"\n\n\n Hilary grinned. \"Lauryl benzyl\n phosphonic acid, dipotassium salt, in\n 20% solution.\"", "Pete mulled it over and nodded\n reluctantly. \"Then maybe something\n in the electronics field. A hi-fi sub-assembly\n of some kind.\"\n\n\n \"How about a new detergent?\" Hilary\n put in.", "boy, selling is fun. Hilary, when can\n you make some more of that stuff?\n And Doris, how many mice do you\n have?\"", "\"Some,\" said Hilary, \"and I've got\n a home laboratory.\"\n\n\n \"How about you, Doris?\" I prompted.\n \"Do you have a special field of interest?\"", "\"Well, sure, I suppose we want to,\"\n said Hilary. \"We'll need some money\n to do the things we want to do later.\"", "\"I am,\" he replied, \"in a cautious\n legal sense, of course. Hilary and I\n were just going over the situation on", "Tommy, for example, wanted to\n put tooth powder into tablets that\n one would chew before brushing the\n teeth. He thought there should be", "There are a zillion patents on synthetic\n detergents and a good round\n fifty on phosphonates, but it looks\"—he\n held up a long admonitory hand—\"it", "The usual products, of course, with\n these junior achievement efforts, are\n chemical specialties that can be made\n safely and that people will buy and", "brand new synthetic detergent. I've\n got an idea for one that ought to be\n good even in the hard water we've\n got around here.\"", "to meet the demand, but this quantity\n seemed to satisfy him. He said he\n would sell them the next week and\n Mary McCready, with a fine burst of", "\"And all we'd need is a hydraulic\n press,\" I told him, \"which, on a guess,\n might cost ten thousand dollars. Let's\n think of something easier.\"", "Mary said, \"Why don't we make a\n freckle remover? I'd be our first customer.\"\n\"The thing to do,\" Tommy offered,", "\"We'll be out of the mouse business\n by then,\" Doris predicted. \"Every pet\n shop in the country will have\n them and they'll be down to nothing\n apiece.\"", "McCord unfolded his length and\n stood staring out into the rain. Presently\n he said, \"Henderson, Hilary" ], [ "\"Well,\" Peter said, looking a little\n embarrassed, \"we were planning to\n buy a hydraulic press. You see, Doris", "\"And all we'd need is a hydraulic\n press,\" I told him, \"which, on a guess,\n might cost ten thousand dollars. Let's\n think of something easier.\"", "\"Thanks,\" I said. \"Let's see, it was\n a big day. We picked out a hydraulic\n press, Doris read us the first chapter", "\"It has the purpose,\" I told her,\n \"of teaching the members something\n about commerce and industry. They\n manufacture simple compositions", "\"Well, now,\" I said, \"organic synthesis\n sounds like another operation\n calling for capital investment. If we\n should keep the achievement group", "\"Well, Mr. Henderson, a junior\n achievement group is a bunch of kids\n who get together to manufacture and\n sell things, and maybe make some\n money.\"", "some of the children in the lower\n grades wanted to start one. They\n need adult guidance of course, and\n one of the group suggested my name.\"", "\"I'd like to make something by\n powder metallurgy techniques,\" said\n Pete. He fixed me with a challenging\n eye. \"You should be able to make\n ball bearings by molding, then densify\n them by electroplating.\"", "to such groups. It's standard practice\n for every member of the group\n to be a company officer. Of course a\n young boy who doesn't know any better,", "of the book she's starting, and we\n found a place over a garage on\n Fourth Street that we can rent for\n winter quarters. Oh, yes, and Jeff is", "to meet the demand, but this quantity\n seemed to satisfy him. He said he\n would sell them the next week and\n Mary McCready, with a fine burst of", "care if I never saw another. Tommy,\n who by mutual consent, was our\n authority on sales, didn't want to sell\n any until we had, as he put it, enough", "and I are heading for my office. We\n can work there better than here, and\n if we're going to break the hearts of\n the razor industry, there's no better", "\"Well, sure, I suppose we want to,\"\n said Hilary. \"We'll need some money\n to do the things we want to do later.\"", "like polishing waxes and sell them\n from door-to-door. Some groups have\n built up tidy little bank accounts\n which are available for later educational\n expenses.\"", "table with five boys and girls\n lined up along the sides. This was to\n be our headquarters and factory for\n the summer—a roomy unused barn\n belonging to the parents of one of", "put some embroidery on that scheme\n of mine for making ball bearings.\"\n He grabbed a sheet of paper. \"Look,\n we make a roller bearing, this shape", "to put up fifty dollars to buy any\n raw materials wanted and he rather\n suggested that I might advance another\n fifty. The question is, could we\n do it?\"", "Mr. McCormack had told me, and\n in some detail, about the youngsters\n I'd be dealing with. The three who\n were sitting to my left were the ones\n who had proposed the group in the\n first place.", "\"He stopped off at the bank,\" Pete\n Cope told me, \"to borrow some money.\n We'll want to buy materials to\n make some of these kites.\"" ], [ "And Hilary brought in a bottle of\n his new detergent. It was a syrupy\n yellow liquid with a nice collar of\n suds. He'd been busy in his home\n laboratory after all, it seemed.", "\"You didn't know that one of your\n junior whatsisnames poured detergent\n in the Memorial Fountain basin\n last night?\"\n\n\n I shook my head numbly.", "Hilary, reluctantly forsaking his\n ideas on detergents, suggested we\n make black plastic discs, like poker", "Pete mulled it over and nodded\n reluctantly. \"Then maybe something\n in the electronics field. A hi-fi sub-assembly\n of some kind.\"\n\n\n \"How about a new detergent?\" Hilary\n put in.", "\"What is it?\" I asked. \"You never\n told us.\"\n\n\n Hilary grinned. \"Lauryl benzyl\n phosphonic acid, dipotassium salt, in\n 20% solution.\"", "\"It was priceless. Just before rush\n hour. Suds built up in the basin and\n overflowed, and down the library", "Hilary had been deep in thought.\n He said suddenly, \"Gosh, I think I\n know how to make a—what do you\n want to call it—a before-shave lotion.\"", "McCord unfolded his length and\n stood staring out into the rain. Presently\n he said, \"Henderson, Hilary", "steps and covered the whole street.\n And the funniest part was they kept\n right on coming. You couldn't imagine\n so much suds coming from that", "For answer he seized the ice bucket,\n now empty of its soda bottles,\n trickled in a few drops from the bottle", "and swished the contents. Foam\n mounted to the rim and spilled over.\n \"And that's our best grade of Ridgeville\n water,\" he pointed out. \"Hardest", "\"Well, sure, I suppose we want to,\"\n said Hilary. \"We'll need some money\n to do the things we want to do later.\"", "\"I am,\" he replied, \"in a cautious\n legal sense, of course. Hilary and I\n were just going over the situation on", "\"Before-shave lotion,\" Hilary told\n him. \"You've shaved this morning,\n but try some anyway.\"", "\"Some,\" said Hilary, \"and I've got\n a home laboratory.\"\n\n\n \"How about you, Doris?\" I prompted.\n \"Do you have a special field of interest?\"", "boy, selling is fun. Hilary, when can\n you make some more of that stuff?\n And Doris, how many mice do you\n have?\"", "letting such a thing happen again.\n Mr. Miller, who had come home to\n see what all the excitement was, went\n back to work and Mrs. Miller went", "across the street. And this morning,\"\n she chortled, \"somebody phoned in\n an anonymous tip to the police—of\n course it was the same boy that did", "There are a zillion patents on synthetic\n detergents and a good round\n fifty on phosphonates, but it looks\"—he\n held up a long admonitory hand—\"it", "brand new synthetic detergent. I've\n got an idea for one that ought to be\n good even in the hard water we've\n got around here.\"" ], [ "\"We'll be out of the mouse business\n by then,\" Doris predicted. \"Every pet\n shop in the country will have\n them and they'll be down to nothing\n apiece.\"", "When they had driven off I turned\n and said, \"Let's talk a while. We can\n always clean mouse cages later.\n Where's Tommy?\"\n\n\n \"Oh, he stopped at the bank to get\n a loan.\"", "group wanted to raise some mice, I'd\n be willing to turn over a project I've\n had going at home.\"", "\"No,\" said Doris, \"these aren't laboratory\n mice. They're fancy ones. I\n got the first four pairs from a pet", "strains? Healthy mice of the\n right strain,\" I explained to Tommy,\n \"might be sold to laboratories. I have\n an idea the Commission buys a supply", "Those mice! I have always kept\n my enthusiasm for rodents within\n bounds, but I must admit they were\n charming little beasts, with tails as\n bushy as miniature squirrels.", "\"Well, now,\" I admitted, \"the market\n for red mice might be rather limited.\n Why don't you consider making", "\"You could sell mice?\" Tommy demanded\n incredulously.", "right, if you promise me they can't\n get out of their cages. But heaven\n knows what you'll do when fall\n comes. They won't live in an unheated", "\"Mice,\" I echoed, then sat back and\n thought about it. \"Are they a pure\n strain? One of the recognized laboratory", "it—Tommy—Miller?—and so here\n we are. And we just saw a demonstration\n of that fabulous kite and saw\n all those simply captivating mice.\"", "mice at retail and we soon had to disappoint\n those who wanted kites. The\n Supermarket took all we had—except\n a dozen—and at a dollar fifty", "page, including photographs, we rarely\n had a day without a few visitors.\n Many of them wanted to buy mice or\n kites, but Tommy refused to sell any", "each. Tommy's ideas of pricing rather\n frightened me, but he set the value\n of the mice at ten dollars a pair\n and got it without any arguments.", "building phase, and for the next\n week—with a few interruptions—we\n built cages, hundreds of them, a good\n many for breeding, but mostly for", "boy, selling is fun. Hilary, when can\n you make some more of that stuff?\n And Doris, how many mice do you\n have?\"", "\"It has the purpose,\" I told her,\n \"of teaching the members something\n about commerce and industry. They\n manufacture simple compositions", "\"I see. Just a mixture of stuff. And\n do your whiskers grow back the next\n day?\"\n\n\n \"Right on schedule,\" I said.", "\"Winter quarters,\" Marge repeated.\n \"You mean you're going to try to\n keep the group going after school\n starts?\"", "\"Well, Mr. Henderson, a junior\n achievement group is a bunch of kids\n who get together to manufacture and\n sell things, and maybe make some\n money.\"" ], [ "\"Well, Mr. Henderson, a junior\n achievement group is a bunch of kids\n who get together to manufacture and\n sell things, and maybe make some\n money.\"", "\"Oh, please, Mr. Henderson, come\n outside where it's quieter and tell me\n all about it.\"\n\n\n \"Perhaps,\" I countered, \"somebody\n should tell me.\"", "\"Well, now,\" I demanded, in my\n best classroom voice. \"What is all\n this?\"\n\n\n \"Are you Henderson?\" the larger\n policeman asked.", "\"Hello, Mr. Henderson,\" Mary said,\n and proffered the cord which was\n wound on a fishing reel. I played the", "name, Mr. Henderson, and you'll have\n to make out the checks. And they\n want you to stop in at the bank and\n give them a specimen signature. Oh,", "some of the children in the lower\n grades wanted to start one. They\n need adult guidance of course, and\n one of the group suggested my name.\"", "\"Hi,\" he said. \"You're Donald\n Henderson, right? My name is McCord—Jeff\n McCord—and I work in", "told me, though, that I might find\n these youngsters a bit more ambitious.\n \"The Miller boy and Mary McCready,\"\n he had said, \"have exceptionally", "\"Even so, it's child labor, isn't it?\"\n\n\n \"Child labor nothing. They're the\n employers. Jeff McCord and I will\n be the only employees—just at first,\n anyway.\"", "Mr. McCormack had told me, and\n in some detail, about the youngsters\n I'd be dealing with. The three who\n were sitting to my left were the ones\n who had proposed the group in the\n first place.", "\"Well, sure, I suppose we want to,\"\n said Hilary. \"We'll need some money\n to do the things we want to do later.\"", "\"It wasn't my idea, really,\" I admitted.\n \"Mr. McCormack called me\n to the office today, and told me that", "letting such a thing happen again.\n Mr. Miller, who had come home to\n see what all the excitement was, went\n back to work and Mrs. Miller went", "McCord unfolded his length and\n stood staring out into the rain. Presently\n he said, \"Henderson, Hilary", "\"Gracious, you wouldn't have to\n sell from door-to-door, would you?\"\n\n\n \"Of course not. I'd just tell the\n kids how to do it.\"", "\"Is that what you want to do,\" I\n asked, \"make money?\"\n\n\n \"Why not?\" Tommy asked.\n \"There's something wrong with making\n money?\"", "\"My,\" said Marjorie, \"they're really\n smart boys and girls. Tommy Miller\n does sound like a born salesman.\n Somehow I don't think you're going\n to have to call in Mr. Wells.\"", "\"It has the purpose,\" I told her,\n \"of teaching the members something\n about commerce and industry. They\n manufacture simple compositions", "table with five boys and girls\n lined up along the sides. This was to\n be our headquarters and factory for\n the summer—a roomy unused barn\n belonging to the parents of one of", "of the book she's starting, and we\n found a place over a garage on\n Fourth Street that we can rent for\n winter quarters. Oh, yes, and Jeff is" ] ]

[ "Why does Malloy send James Nordon to the peace talks?", "Why doesn't Malloy go to the peace talks himself?", "How does Malloy feel about Miss Drayson?", "Who are the Karna?", "Does Earth want peace with Karn?", "Why are the peace talks on Saarkkad V?", "Who are the kind of men who are sent to Sararkkad IV?", "Why doesn't Bertrand Malloy appear in public?", "Why do the Karna demand the conference begin in three days?" ]

[ [ "Nordon has trouble making decisions but will commit once the Karna present him with a choice that is not rigged in the Karna's favor.", "Nordon is going to the peace talks to assist Braynek in case of a trap.", "Nordon is the best negotiator Earth has to offer.", "Nordon is a trained assassin. He will be ready to take out the ambassador from Karn if there is any funny business." ], [ "Malloy is too sick to travel to the peace conference. He also hates aliens.", "Malloy needs to stay on Saarkkad IV to keep the drug supply lines flowing.", "Malloy is too far from Saarkkad V to get to the peace conference on time. He also hates aliens.", "Malloy has a psychological disorder that prevents him from leaving the house. He also hates aliens." ], [ "Malloy thinks Miss Drayson is a great secretary because she doesn't give away information.", "Malloy is getting ready to fire Miss Drayson for not protecting confidential information.", "Malloy suspects Miss Drayson may be a spy for Karn.", "Malloy is secretly in love with Miss Drayson." ], [ "The Karna are the second most powerful race in the galaxy. They are skilled negotiators.", "The Karna are a race of warriors bent on destroying the Earth.", "The Karna are a peaceful species trying to negotiate a surrender to Earth.", "The Karna are a predator race who are trying to invade the Earth, to use humans as a food source." ], [ "The Earth is ready for peace, as interstellar war is costly.", "Earth needs to eliminate the Karna to protect the galaxy.", "The Earth does not want peace with the planet Karn. The Karna are an evil race.", "The Earth wants peace but doesn't trust the Karna to hold up their end of the bargain." ], [ "Saarkkad V is not inhabited by intelligent life.", "The Karna consider Saarkkad V to be neutral territory.", "The inhabitants of Saarkkad V don't pose a danger to the Karna or to the humans.", "Saarkkad V is halfway between Earth and Karn." ], [ "Men who are hardened criminals.", "Men who have mental illnesses.", "Men who are physically challenged.", "Men who are mentally challenged." ], [ "Threats have been made against Malloy's life. He needs to stay out of sight.", "Malloy is too frail to leave his apartment.", "He holds a prestigious title. Prestigious men aren't seen in public.", "He is agoraphobic." ], [ "There is an immediate threat to the planet of Karn, and the Karna desperately need help from Earth.", "The Karna are hoping to disrupt Earth's supply chain.", "The Karna want to make Earth look bad in the eyes of the other planets.", "The Karna are skilled negotiators and want to control the peace talks." ] ]

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[ [ "Nordon nodded slowly. \"Yes, sir.\"\n\n\n Malloy explained the problem of\n the Karna peace talks.", "James Nordon was tall, broad-shouldered,\n and thirty-eight. His hair\n was graying at the temples, and his\n handsome face looked cool and efficient.\n\n\n Malloy waved him to a seat.", "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.\"", "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.\"", "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", "Nordon shook his head. \"Not that\n I recall, Mr. Malloy. Should I have?\"", "And, Malloy knew, his own position\n was not unimportant in that war.\n He was not in the battle line, nor", "\"Nordon, I have a job for you. It's\n probably one of the most important\n jobs you'll ever have in your life. It\n can mean big things for you—promotion\n and prestige if you do it well.\"", "Again Malloy went through the explanation\n of the peace conference.", "that there\nhas\nto be—somewhere.\n As a result, all his advice to\n Nordon, and all his questioning on", "\"No,\" said Malloy, \"I'm sending\n an assistant with you—a man named\n Kylen Braynek. Ever heard of him?\"", "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 closed his eyes. Somewhere\n out there, a war was raging. He\n didn't even like to think of that, but", "\"I will, sir,\" Nordon said gratefully.\n \"A man like that can be useful.\"", "Malloy looked at him. \"Didn't you\n know? I wondered why you appointed\n me, in the first place. No, I", "Already, they had taken the offensive\n in the matter of the peace talks.\n They had sent a full delegation to", "\"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.", "\"We need a man who can outthink\n them,\" Malloy finished, \"and judging\n from your record, I think you're that", "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." ], [ "And, Malloy knew, his own position\n was not unimportant in that war.\n He was not in the battle line, nor", "Again Malloy went through the explanation\n of the peace 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.", "Malloy closed his eyes. Somewhere\n out there, a war was raging. He\n didn't even like to think of that, but", "Nordon nodded slowly. \"Yes, sir.\"\n\n\n Malloy explained the problem of\n the Karna peace talks.", "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 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.", "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.\"", "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", "—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 had made her his private\n secretary. Nothing—but\nnothing\n—got", "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", "\"No,\" said Malloy, \"I'm sending\n an assistant with you—a man named\n Kylen Braynek. Ever heard of him?\"", "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", "Already, they had taken the offensive\n in the matter of the peace talks.\n They had sent a full delegation to", "\"We need a man who can outthink\n them,\" Malloy finished, \"and judging\n from your record, I think you're that" ], [ "—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 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.\"", "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,", "As soon as Nordon had left, Malloy\n said softly: \"Send in Braynek,\n Miss Drayson.\"", "\"Yes, sir,\" said Miss Drayson in a\n hushed voice.", "\"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 had made her his private\n secretary. Nothing—but\nnothing\n—got", "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.", "\"Bring it in, Miss Drayson.\"", "Malloy closed his eyes. Somewhere\n out there, a war was raging. He\n didn't even like to think of that, but", "head that it was perfectly all\n right—even desirable—for her to\n keep secrets from everyone except\n Malloy.", "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.", "\"I thought they would,\" said Malloy,\n trying to appear modest.", "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 let her stand there while he\n picked up the communique. She wanted\n to know what his reaction was", "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.", "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.", "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" ], [ "The trouble was that the Karna had\n a reputation for losing wars and winning\n at the peace table. They were", "The Karna, slowly being beaten\n back on every front, were suing for\n peace. They wanted an armistice conference—immediately.", "because the Karna\nare\nplotting against\n him. No matter what they put forth,\n Braynek is convinced that there's a", "The sort of grandstanding the\n Karna were putting on had to be\n played to an audience. But there were\n other intelligent races throughout the\n galaxy, most of whom had remained", "The Karna can see that we're not\n trying to stall; our men are actually\n working at trying to reach a decision.\n But what the Karna don't see is that", "When Blendwell looked up from\n the reports at last, he said: \"Amazing!\n They've held off the Karna at", "The Karna pointed out that the\n Saarkkad sun was just as far from\n Karn as it was from Earth, that it", "to study it and get it into your head\n before the ship leaves. That isn't\n much time, but it's the Karna who are\n doing the pushing, not us.\"", "But whoever won the armistice\n would find that some of the now-neutral\n races would come in on their\n side if war broke out again. If the\n Karna played their cards right, their\n side would be strong enough next\n time to win.", "\"As you can see, the Karna tried\n to give us several choices on each\n point, and they were all rigged. Until", "every point! They've beaten them\n back! They've managed to cope with\n and outdo the finest team of negotiators\n the Karna could send.\"", "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", "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?\"", "Nordon nodded slowly. \"Yes, sir.\"\n\n\n Malloy explained the problem of\n the Karna peace talks.", "\"These two men are honestly doing\n their best to win at the peace conference,\n and they've got the Karna reeling.", "it was necessary to keep it in mind.\n Somewhere out there, the ships of\n Earth were ranged against the ships\n of the alien Karna in the most important", "as neutral as possible during the\n Earth-Karn war. They had no intention\n of sticking their figurative noses\n into a battle between the two most", "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", "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.", "armistice. Why hadn't Earth been prepared?\n Did they intend to fight to the\n utter destruction of Karn?" ], [ "armistice. Why hadn't Earth been prepared?\n Did they intend to fight to the\n utter destruction of Karn?", "Earth was willing. Interstellar war\n is too costly to allow it to continue\n any longer than necessary, and this\n one had been going on for more than\n thirteen years now. Peace was necessary.\n But not peace at any price.", "as neutral as possible during the\n Earth-Karn war. They had no intention\n of sticking their figurative noses\n into a battle between the two most", "The Karna, slowly being beaten\n back on every front, were suing for\n peace. They wanted an armistice conference—immediately.", "Nordon nodded slowly. \"Yes, sir.\"\n\n\n Malloy explained the problem of\n the Karna peace talks.", "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.", "The trouble was that the Karna had\n a reputation for losing wars and winning\n at the peace table. They were", "But whoever won the armistice\n would find that some of the now-neutral\n races would come in on their\n side if war broke out again. If the\n Karna played their cards right, their\n side would be strong enough next\n time to win.", "He had been appointed Minister\n and Plenipotentiary Extraordinary to\n the Earth-Karn peace conference.", "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.", "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", "to study it and get it into your head\n before the ship leaves. That isn't\n much time, but it's the Karna who are\n doing the pushing, not us.\"", "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", "it was necessary to keep it in mind.\n Somewhere out there, the ships of\n Earth were ranged against the ships\n of the alien Karna in the most important", "The sort of grandstanding the\n Karna were putting on had to be\n played to an audience. But there were\n other intelligent races throughout the\n galaxy, most of whom had remained", "\"These two men are honestly doing\n their best to win at the peace conference,\n and they've got the Karna reeling.", "The Karna pointed out that the\n Saarkkad sun was just as far from\n Karn as it was from Earth, that it", "because the Karna\nare\nplotting against\n him. No matter what they put forth,\n Braynek is convinced that there's a", "every point! They've beaten them\n back! They've managed to cope with\n and outdo the finest team of negotiators\n the Karna could send.\"", "The Karna can see that we're not\n trying to stall; our men are actually\n working at trying to reach a decision.\n But what the Karna don't see is that" ], [ "\"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?\"", "Secretary of State Blendwell stopped\n off at Saarkkad IV before going\n on to V to take charge of the conference.", "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", "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.", "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", "Earth was willing. Interstellar war\n is too costly to allow it to continue\n any longer than necessary, and this\n one had been going on for more than\n thirteen years now. Peace was necessary.\n But not peace at any price.", "government to get a vessel to Saarkkad\n V. Earth had been caught unprepared\n for an armistice. They\n objected.", "Nordon nodded slowly. \"Yes, sir.\"\n\n\n Malloy explained the problem of\n the Karna peace talks.", "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", "Saarkkad IV to work under Bertrand\n Malloy, Permanent Terran Ambassador\n to His Utter Munificence, the\n Occeq of Saarkkad.", "with the Saarkkadic government.", "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.", "to Saarkkad V.", "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.", "The Karna pointed out that the\n Saarkkad sun was just as far from\n Karn as it was from Earth, that it", "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", "Already, they had taken the offensive\n in the matter of the peace talks.\n They had sent a full delegation to", "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.", "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.", "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" ], [ "\"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?\"", "Saarkkad IV to work under Bertrand\n Malloy, Permanent Terran Ambassador\n to His Utter Munificence, the\n Occeq of Saarkkad.", "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", "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", "casually through the dossiers of the\n four new men who had been assigned\n to him. They were typical of the kind\n of men who were sent to him, he", "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", "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.", "Secretary of State Blendwell stopped\n off at Saarkkad IV before going\n on to V to take charge of the conference.", "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", "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", "\"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.\"", "Out there was the terrible emptiness\n of interstellar space—a great, yawning,\n infinite chasm capable of swallowing\n men, ships, planets, suns, and\n whole galaxies without filling its insatiable\n void.", "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", "So Malloy was stuck with the culls.\n Not the worst ones, of course; there\n were places in the galaxy that were", "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.", "Earth was willing. Interstellar war\n is too costly to allow it to continue\n any longer than necessary, and this\n one had been going on for more than\n thirteen years now. Peace was necessary.\n But not peace at any price.", "to study it and get it into your head\n before the ship leaves. That isn't\n much time, but it's the Karna who are\n doing the pushing, not us.\"", "The sort of grandstanding the\n Karna were putting on had to be\n played to an audience. But there were\n other intelligent races throughout the\n galaxy, most of whom had remained", "The Karna pointed out that the\n Saarkkad sun was just as far from\n Karn as it was from Earth, that it" ], [ "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.", "In his\n office apartment,\n on the top floor of the\n Terran Embassy Building\n in Occeq City, Bertrand\n Malloy leafed", "Malloy had made her his private\n secretary. Nothing—but\nnothing\n—got", "And, Malloy knew, his own position\n was not unimportant in that war.\n He was not in the battle line, nor", "Malloy closed his eyes. Somewhere\n out there, a war was raging. He\n didn't even like to think of that, but", "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.\"", "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.", "\"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.", "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", "—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", "Malloy looked at him. \"Didn't you\n know? I wondered why you appointed\n me, in the first place. No, I", "head that it was perfectly all\n right—even desirable—for her to\n keep secrets from everyone except\n Malloy.", "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 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.", "\"I thought they would,\" said Malloy,\n trying to appear modest.", "\"Paranoid,\" said Malloy. \"He\n thinks everyone is plotting against\n him. In this case, that's all to the good", "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." ], [ "The Karna, slowly being beaten\n back on every front, were suing for\n peace. They wanted an armistice conference—immediately.", "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.", "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.", "The Karna can see that we're not\n trying to stall; our men are actually\n working at trying to reach a decision.\n But what the Karna don't see is that", "to study it and get it into your head\n before the ship leaves. That isn't\n much time, but it's the Karna who are\n doing the pushing, not us.\"", "Nordon nodded slowly. \"Yes, sir.\"\n\n\n Malloy explained the problem of\n the Karna peace talks.", "because the Karna\nare\nplotting against\n him. No matter what they put forth,\n Braynek is convinced that there's a", "The trouble was that the Karna had\n a reputation for losing wars and winning\n at the peace table. They were", "\"As you can see, the Karna tried\n to give us several choices on each\n point, and they were all rigged. Until", "\"These two men are honestly doing\n their best to win at the peace conference,\n and they've got the Karna reeling.", "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", "But whoever won the armistice\n would find that some of the now-neutral\n races would come in on their\n side if war broke out again. If the\n Karna played their cards right, their\n side would be strong enough next\n time to win.", "every point! They've beaten them\n back! They've managed to cope with\n and outdo the finest team of negotiators\n the Karna could send.\"", "The sort of grandstanding the\n Karna were putting on had to be\n played to an audience. But there were\n other intelligent races throughout the\n galaxy, most of whom had remained", "When Blendwell looked up from\n the reports at last, he said: \"Amazing!\n They've held off the Karna at", "Already, they had taken the offensive\n in the matter of the peace talks.\n They had sent a full delegation to", "The Karna pointed out that the\n Saarkkad sun was just as far from\n Karn as it was from Earth, that it", "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", "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?\"", "as neutral as possible during the\n Earth-Karn war. They had no intention\n of sticking their figurative noses\n into a battle between the two most" ] ]

[ "Which group of people shares the most similarities with the group of patients in the mental institution, as they are described by the author?", "Why does Thaddeus Funston smile at the sight of the demolished arts and crafts building?", "What is Thurgood's primary fear regarding the explosion at the arts and crafts building?", "What is the main theme of this story?", "What is the significance of the lifting-off of the Washington Monument at the story's conclusion?" ]

[ [ "A circus troupe", "A disorderly mob", "An artists' collective", "A Kindergarten class" ], [ "His prophecy of an alien invasion was fulfilled", "He is gleeful at the idea of part of the mental hospital being destroyed", "His self-constructed clay atom bomb was effectively detonated", "He knows the explosion will distract the hospital staff and give him an opportunity to escape" ], [ "Job demotion", "Additional detonations", "Radiation poisoning", "Reputational damage" ], [ "Fear and exploitation of the mentally ill", "The perilous impact of government secrets", "The damaging impact of mental illness on perception", "Society's rejection of divergent thought" ], [ "Mental 'illness' could and should, in many cases, be viewed as an asset, rather than a deficit", "Society is too quick to dismiss the thoughts and behaviors of people living with mental illness as irrational or absurd", "People living with mental illness pose risks and/or threats to society and should be entrusted to government care", "People living with mental illness(es) may possess abilities not understood by humans living without mental illness" ] ]

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[ [ "towards the craft shop. He stood there unmoving until a ward attendant\n came and took his arm an hour later to lead him off to the patients'\n mess hall.", "asylum inmate in a strait jacket and you have the colossal gall to sit\n there and tell me that this poor soul has made not one, but two atomic", "Then they left for the concrete observatory bunker, several miles down\n range where Thaddeus and the psychiatrists waited inside a ring of\n stony-faced military policemen.", "patients art work. It was a means of getting out of their systems,\n through the use of their hands, some of the frustrations and problems\n that led them to this hospital. They worked with oil and water paints", "Miss Abercrombie gazed around the cluttered room and picked up her chart\n book of patient progress. Moving slowly down the line of benches, she\n made short, precise notes on the day's work accomplished by each\n patient.", "Two military policemen and a brace of staff psychiatrists sworn to\n secrecy under the National Atomic Secrets Act, bundled Thaddeus aboard", "clapped the other half of the clay sphere over the filled hemisphere and\n then stood up. The patients lined up at the door, waiting for the walk\n back across the green hills to the main hospital. The attendants made a", "There was nothing on the table but a bowl of water and a great lump of\n modeling clay. While the psychiatrists were taking the strait jacket off", "Miss Abercrombie smoothed her smock down over trim hips and surveyed the\n other patients working at the long tables in the hospital's arts and", "institution. The crafts building was a good mile away from the main\n buildings of the hospital and the hills blocked the view of the austere\n complex of buildings that housed the main wards.", "psychotic. He was nutty enough to think he could make an atom bomb out of modeling clay!\nIllustrated by Freas\nMiss Abercrombie, the manual therapist patted the old man on the", "thousand windows was lost in the fury of the explosion and the wild\n screams of the frightened and demented patients.", "As she drove out of the hospital grounds, Thaddeus Funston stood at the\n barred window of his locked ward and stared vacantly over the hills", "She patted him on the shoulder and moved down the line of patients.\n\n\n A few minutes later, one of the attendants glanced at his watch, stood\n up and stretched.", "The two psychiatrists went to Thaddeus' side as he put the upper lid of\n clay carefully in place. Funston stood up and the doctors escorted him\n from the shack.", "At his left, Miss Abercrombie cringed deeper into her chair at the\n broadside. Down both sides of the long table, psychiatrists, physicists,", "occasional snores of thirty other sleeping patients filled the room.\n Funston turned to the window and stared out across the black hills that\n sheltered the deserted crafts building.", "There was a rustle of paint boxes and papers being shuffled and chairs\n being moved back. A tall, blond patient with a flowing mustache, put one", "\"Miss Abercrombie,\" one of the physicists spoke up gently, \"you say that\n after the patients had departed the building, you looked again at\n Funston's work?\"\n\n\n The therapist nodded unhappily.", "The sun set, darkness fell over the stilled hospital grounds and the\n ward lights winked out at nine o'clock, leaving just a single light\n burning in each ward office. A quiet wind sighed over the still-warm" ], [ "Thaddeus Funston took his hands from his face and lay back in his bed\n with a small, secret smile on his lips. Attendants and nurses scurried\n through the hospital, seeing how many had been injured in the\n explosion.", "In the next room, Thaddeus Funston stared out over the sweeping panorama\n of the Washington landscape. He stared hard.", "Thurgood signaled to the doctors and they entered the shack with\n Thaddeus Funston between them. The colonel nudged Miss Abercrombie.\n\n\n She smiled at Funston.", "Beyond the again-silent hills, a great pillar of smoke, topped by a\n small mushroom-shaped cloud, rose above the gaping hole that had been\n the arts and crafts building.", "At 5:45 a.m. a cordon was thrown around both the hospital and the blast\n crater.\n\n\n In Ward 4-C, Thaddeus Funston slept peacefully and happily.", "Thaddeus Funston continued to mold the clay bits and put them in place.\n\n\n Without looking up from his bench he muttered a reply.\n\n\n \"Atom bomb.\"", "Thaddeus Funston stared out over the heads of the MPs through the open\n door, looking uprange over the heat-shimmering desert. He gave a sudden\n cry, shut his eyes and clapped his hands over his face.", "\"All I know is that you say this was a crafts building. O.K. So it was,\"\n Thurgood sighed. \"I also know that an atomic explosion at 3:02 this\n morning blew it to hell and gone.", "As she drove out of the hospital grounds, Thaddeus Funston stood at the\n barred window of his locked ward and stared vacantly over the hills", "The two psychiatrists went to Thaddeus' side as he put the upper lid of\n clay carefully in place. Funston stood up and the doctors escorted him\n from the shack.", "At 3:01 a.m., Thaddeus Funston stirred in his sleep and awakened. He sat\n up in bed and looked around the dark ward. The quiet breathing and", "\"Now isn't this nice, Mr. Funston,\" she said. \"These nice men have\n brought us way out here just to see you make another atom bomb like the\n one you made for me yesterday.\"", "\"That seems to settle it, colonel. We've got to give this Funston\n another chance to repeat his bomb. But this time under our supervision.\"\n\n\n Thurgood leaped to his feet, his face purpling.", "Safely behind the patient's back, Miss Abercrombie smiled ever so\n slightly. \"Why that's very good, Mr. Funston. That shows real creative\n thought. I'm very pleased.\"", "At 8:30 that night, Thaddeus Funston, swathed in an Army officer's\n greatcoat that concealed the strait jacket binding him and with an", "\"Miss Abercrombie,\" one of the physicists spoke up gently, \"you say that\n after the patients had departed the building, you looked again at\n Funston's work?\"\n\n\n The therapist nodded unhappily.", "A flicker of interest lightened Thaddeus' face. He looked around the\n shack and then spotted the clay on the table. Without hesitation, he", "\"Let's go over it once more, Dr. Crane. Are you sure you knew everything\n that was in that building?\" Thurgood swept his hand in the general\n direction of the blast crater.", "glanced at her watch. The maze of clay strips grew and as Funston\n finished shaping the other half hemisphere of clay, she broke the tense\n silence.", "At the clay table, Funston feverishly fabricated the last odd-shaped bit\n of clay and slapped it into place. With a furtive glance around him, he" ], [ "\"All I know is that you say this was a crafts building. O.K. So it was,\"\n Thurgood sighed. \"I also know that an atomic explosion at 3:02 this\n morning blew it to hell and gone.", "\"Let's go over it once more, Dr. Crane. Are you sure you knew everything\n that was in that building?\" Thurgood swept his hand in the general\n direction of the blast crater.", "\"It's ridiculous,\" Thurgood roared. \"We'll all be the laughingstocks of\n the world if this ever gets out. An atomic bomb made out of clay. You", "Beyond the again-silent hills, a great pillar of smoke, topped by a\n small mushroom-shaped cloud, rose above the gaping hole that had been\n the arts and crafts building.", "Colonel Thurgood, looking more like a patient every minute, sat on the\n edge of his chair at the head of a long table and pounded with his fist\n on the wooden surface, making Miss Abercrombie's chart book bounce with\n every beat.", "Colonel Thurgood, who had snapped from his chair at her words, leaped\n forward to catch her as she collapsed in a faint.", "\"That seems to settle it, colonel. We've got to give this Funston\n another chance to repeat his bomb. But this time under our supervision.\"\n\n\n Thurgood leaped to his feet, his face purpling.", "Thaddeus Funston took his hands from his face and lay back in his bed\n with a small, secret smile on his lips. Attendants and nurses scurried\n through the hospital, seeing how many had been injured in the\n explosion.", "\"I don't care if it was the size of a peanut,\" Thurgood screamed. \"How\n did it get here?\"", "Thaddeus Funston continued to mold the clay bits and put them in place.\n\n\n Without looking up from his bench he muttered a reply.\n\n\n \"Atom bomb.\"", "slammed shut just before the wave of the blast hit the structure.\nSix hours and a jet plane trip later, Thaddeus, once again in his strait", "A flicker of interest lightened Thaddeus' face. He looked around the\n shack and then spotted the clay on the table. Without hesitation, he", "\"It's impossible and unbelievable,\" Colonel Thomas Thurgood said for the\n fifteenth time, later that morning, as he looked around the group of", "In the distance, a white cloud began billowing up from the base of the\n Washington Monument, and with an ear-shattering, glass-splintering roar,", "In the conference room, a red-faced, four-star general cast a chilling\n glance at the rumpled figure of Colonel Thurgood.", "thousand windows was lost in the fury of the explosion and the wild\n screams of the frightened and demented patients.", "The two psychiatrists went to Thaddeus' side as he put the upper lid of\n clay carefully in place. Funston stood up and the doctors escorted him\n from the shack.", "\"And I've got to find out how it happened.\"\n\n\n Thurgood slumped into a field chair and gazed tiredly up at the little\n doctor.", "towards the craft shop. He stood there unmoving until a ward attendant\n came and took his arm an hour later to lead him off to the patients'\n mess hall.", "In the conference room next door, the joint chiefs of staff were\n closeted with a gray-faced and bone-weary Colonel Thurgood and his" ], [ "\"I've listened to some silly stories in my life, colonel,\" the general\n said coldly, \"but this takes the cake. You come in here with an insane", "There was nothing on the table but a bowl of water and a great lump of\n modeling clay. While the psychiatrists were taking the strait jacket off", "Safely behind the patient's back, Miss Abercrombie smiled ever so\n slightly. \"Why that's very good, Mr. Funston. That shows real creative\n thought. I'm very pleased.\"", "the great shaft rose majestically from its base and vanished into space\n on a tail of flame.\nTHE END", "the plane. They plopped him into a seat directly in front of Miss\n Abercrombie and with a roar, the plane raced down the runway and into\n the night skies.", "A flicker of interest lightened Thaddeus' face. He looked around the\n shack and then spotted the clay on the table. Without hesitation, he", "\"Now isn't this nice, Mr. Funston,\" she said. \"These nice men have\n brought us way out here just to see you make another atom bomb like the\n one you made for me yesterday.\"", "\"Are you crazy?\" he screamed. \"You want to get us all thrown into this\n filbert factory? Do you know what the newspapers would do to us if they", "\"All I know is that you say this was a crafts building. O.K. So it was,\"\n Thurgood sighed. \"I also know that an atomic explosion at 3:02 this\n morning blew it to hell and gone.", "\"We mustn't be antisocial, Mr. Funston,\" Miss Abercrombie said lightly,\n but firmly. \"You've been coming along famously and you must remember to", "As she drove out of the hospital grounds, Thaddeus Funston stood at the\n barred window of his locked ward and stared vacantly over the hills", "towards the craft shop. He stood there unmoving until a ward attendant\n came and took his arm an hour later to lead him off to the patients'\n mess hall.", "Miss Abercrombie gazed around the cluttered room and picked up her chart\n book of patient progress. Moving slowly down the line of benches, she\n made short, precise notes on the day's work accomplished by each\n patient.", "The plane landed the next morning at the AEC's atomic testing grounds in\n the Nevada desert and two hours later, in a small hot, wooden shack", "She stopped behind a frowning, intense patient, rapidly shaping blobs of\n clay into odd-sized strips and forms. As he finished each piece, he\n carefully placed it into a hollow shell hemisphere of clay.", "The sun set, darkness fell over the stilled hospital grounds and the\n ward lights winked out at nine o'clock, leaving just a single light\n burning in each ward office. A quiet wind sighed over the still-warm", "\"It's ridiculous,\" Thurgood roared. \"We'll all be the laughingstocks of\n the world if this ever gets out. An atomic bomb made out of clay. You", "clapped the other half of the clay sphere over the filled hemisphere and\n then stood up. The patients lined up at the door, waiting for the walk\n back across the green hills to the main hospital. The attendants made a", "\"Let's go over it once more, Dr. Crane. Are you sure you knew everything\n that was in that building?\" Thurgood swept his hand in the general\n direction of the blast crater.", "Miss Abercrombie stood at his shoulder as Thaddeus hunched over the\n table just as he had done the previous day. From time to time she" ], [ "In the distance, a white cloud began billowing up from the base of the\n Washington Monument, and with an ear-shattering, glass-splintering roar,", "the great shaft rose majestically from its base and vanished into space\n on a tail of flame.\nTHE END", "Beyond the again-silent hills, a great pillar of smoke, topped by a\n small mushroom-shaped cloud, rose above the gaping hole that had been\n the arts and crafts building.", "jacket, sat between his armed escorts in a small room in the Pentagon.\n Through the window he could see the hurried bustle of traffic over the\n Potomac and beyond, the domed roof of the Capitol.", "As she drove out of the hospital grounds, Thaddeus Funston stood at the\n barred window of his locked ward and stared vacantly over the hills", "In the next room, Thaddeus Funston stared out over the sweeping panorama\n of the Washington landscape. He stared hard.", "\"All I know is that you say this was a crafts building. O.K. So it was,\"\n Thurgood sighed. \"I also know that an atomic explosion at 3:02 this\n morning blew it to hell and gone.", "\"Let's go over it once more, Dr. Crane. Are you sure you knew everything\n that was in that building?\" Thurgood swept his hand in the general\n direction of the blast crater.", "There was nothing on the table but a bowl of water and a great lump of\n modeling clay. While the psychiatrists were taking the strait jacket off", "\"Now isn't this nice, Mr. Funston,\" she said. \"These nice men have\n brought us way out here just to see you make another atom bomb like the\n one you made for me yesterday.\"", "Thaddeus Funston took his hands from his face and lay back in his bed\n with a small, secret smile on his lips. Attendants and nurses scurried\n through the hospital, seeing how many had been injured in the\n explosion.", "The two psychiatrists went to Thaddeus' side as he put the upper lid of\n clay carefully in place. Funston stood up and the doctors escorted him\n from the shack.", "She walked to the edge of the hill and looked down with a stunned\n expression.\n\n\n \"He did make an atom bomb,\" she cried.", "Safely behind the patient's back, Miss Abercrombie smiled ever so\n slightly. \"Why that's very good, Mr. Funston. That shows real creative\n thought. I'm very pleased.\"", "The plane landed the next morning at the AEC's atomic testing grounds in\n the Nevada desert and two hours later, in a small hot, wooden shack", "Then they left for the concrete observatory bunker, several miles down\n range where Thaddeus and the psychiatrists waited inside a ring of\n stony-faced military policemen.", "At 3:01 a.m., Thaddeus Funston stirred in his sleep and awakened. He sat\n up in bed and looked around the dark ward. The quiet breathing and", "\"Miss Abercrombie,\" one of the physicists spoke up gently, \"you say that\n after the patients had departed the building, you looked again at\n Funston's work?\"\n\n\n The therapist nodded unhappily.", "shoulder. \"You're doing just fine, Mr. Lieberman. Show it to me when you\n have finished.\"", "\"That seems to settle it, colonel. We've got to give this Funston\n another chance to repeat his bomb. But this time under our supervision.\"\n\n\n Thurgood leaped to his feet, his face purpling." ] ]

[ "What is the purpose of the battle scene from the story?", "What is motivating the King's army to fight against the Turks? (territorial conquest, religious, gold/money, personal glory)", "We can assume that King Richard's army represents which group?", "How are the Gascons different from the rest of King Richard's cohort?", "Why is King Richard angry at the King of France? (abandoning the battlefield and his men)", "We can assume that Saladin's army represents which group?", "The main source of tension in the story is between:", "What is the main risk of Sir Robert's command to charge into Saladin's frontline?", "What is anachronistic within the battle between King Richard and Saladin?" ]

[ [ "To accurately depict a significant battle from the Crusades", "To associate tobacco products with masculinity, brotherhood, and pride", "To illustrate the powerful bonds of allegiance among soldiers on the battlefield", "To reveal how the King Phillip's cowardice initiated the downfall of one of the world's greatest armies" ], [ "National pride", "Religious faith", "Personal glory", "Territorial conquest" ], [ "Muslims", "Christians", "Normans", "Anglo-Saxons" ], [ "They are better trained", "They are treasonous", "They are mercenaries", "They are not as well trained" ], [ "He has yet to declare his allegiance to King Richard or Saladin", "He is aiding Saladin's men by providing them with equipment", "He abandoned the battlefield and left his soldiers to fight his battle", "He is refusing to send additional French soldiers to the battlefield" ], [ "Mercenaries", "Muslims", "Africans", "Christians" ], [ "The English army and the French mercenaries", "The religious factions from Christianity and Islam", "Allegiance to authority and breaking from authority", "An outward demeanor of strength and interior reality of fear and doubt" ], [ "The Hospitallers might not have enough time to recover", "He is disobeying King Richard's orders", "King Richard will be left unprotected", "Sir Robert will likely perish in the fray" ], [ "The pack of Old Kings", "The horse saddle", "The broadsword", "The coronet" ] ]

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[ [ "Sir Robert's own sword rose and fell, cutting and hacking at the enemy.\n He himself felt a dreamlike detachment, as though he were watching the\n battle rather than participating in it.", "There was a sudden clash of arms off to their left. Sir Robert dropped\n his cigarette to the ground. \"The trouble is that doing a real he-man's", "He did not know how long he fought there, holding his charger motionless\n over the inert body of the fallen king, hewing down the screaming enemy,", "The King turned to Sir Baldwin de Carreo, who sat ahorse nearby, and\n pointed toward the eastern hills. \"They will come from there, hitting us", "And then Richard was on his feet, cleaving the air about him with his\n own broadsword. Its bright edge, besmeared with Saracen blood, was\n biting viciously into the foe.", "Sir Robert heard his own laugh echo hollowly within his helmet. \"Perhaps\n 'twere better to be mad when the assault comes. Madmen fight better than", "He saw Richard go down, falling from the saddle of his charger, but by\n that time his own sword was cutting into the screaming Saracens and", "Sir Robert lost all track of time. There was nothing to do but keep his\n own great broadsword moving, swinging like some gigantic metronome as he\n hacked down the Moslem foes.", "\"St. George and England!\" the Gascon echoed.\nTwo great war horses began to move ponderously forward toward the battle", "\"Good Master,\" said Richard, \"it is you who must sustain their attack.\n No one can be everywhere at once.\"\n\n\n The Master of the Hospitallers nodded curtly and charged back into the\n fray.", "Sir Robert felt the shock against himself and his horse as the steel tip\n of the long ash lance struck the Saracen horseman in the chest. Out of\n the corner of his eye, he saw that Sir Gaeton, too, had scored.", "Sir Robert felt his horse move, as though it were urging him on toward\n the battle, but his hand held to the reins, keeping the great charger in", "There was nothing else to do but drop the lance and draw his heavy\n broadsword. His hand grasped it, and it came singing from its scabbard.", "There was a sudden sound to the rear. Like a wash of the tide from the\n sea came the sound of Saracen war cries and the clash of steel on steel\n mingled with the sounds of horses in agony and anger.", "\"Stand fast! Stand fast! Hold them off!\" It was the voice of King\n Richard, sounding like a clarion over the din of battle.", "\"Aye. But King Richard will not approve of my breaking ranks and\n disobeying orders. I may win the battle and lose my head in the end.\"", "The Turks began to fall back. Within seconds, the Christian knights were\n boiling around the embattled pair, forcing the Turks into retreat. And\n for the second time, Sir Robert found himself with no one to fight.", "The fierce warrior-king of England, his mighty sword in hand, was\n cutting down Turks as though they were grain-stalks, but still the", "Sir Robert's lips formed a smile. \"They are not far off, Sir Gaeton.\n They have been following us. As we march parallel to the seacoast, so\n they have been marching with us in those hills to the east.\"", "Sir Gaeton looked at him with a smile that held both irony and respect.\n \"In truth, sir knight, it is apparent that you fear neither men nor" ], [ "The fierce warrior-king of England, his mighty sword in hand, was\n cutting down Turks as though they were grain-stalks, but still the", "Saracen horde pressed on. More and more of the terrible Turks came\n boiling down out of the hills, their glittering scimitars swinging.", ". Behind the standard-bearer, his great war horse moving\n with a steady, measured pace, his coronet of gold on his steel helm\n gleaming in the glaring desert sun, the lions of England on his", "The King turned to Sir Baldwin de Carreo, who sat ahorse nearby, and\n pointed toward the eastern hills. \"They will come from there, hitting us", "the Turks lie ahead of us in countless numbers. And yet, they fear to\n face us in open battle.\"", "The Master of the Hospitallers was speaking in a low, urgent voice to\n the King: \"My lord, we are pressed on by the enemy and in danger of\n eternal infamy. We are losing our horses, one after the other!\"", "\"Against the orders of the King?\"\n\n\n \"The King cannot see everything! There are times when a man must use his\n own judgment! You said you were afraid of no man. Are you with me?\"", "\"My lord the King,\" Sir Robert heard his voice say, \"is right in all but\n one thing. If we allow the Egyptians to take us from the rear, there", "\"Stand fast! Stand fast! Hold them off!\" It was the voice of King\n Richard, sounding like a clarion over the din of battle.", "\"No, but you can always light another later,\" said the Gascon knight.\nKing Richard, on seeing his army moving suddenly toward the harassed", "of France, as do we all. Philip has deserted the field. He has returned\n to France in haste, leaving the rest of us to fight the Saracen for the", "\"Stand fast. The King bids you all to stand fast,\" said the duke, his\n voice fading as he rode on up the column toward the knights of Poitou\n and the Knights Templars.", "\"We of Gascony fear no heathen Musselman,\" Sir Gaeton growled. \"It's\n this Hellish heat that is driving me mad.\" He pointed toward the eastern", "\"Give them time. We must wait for their attack, sir knight. It were\n foolhardy to attempt to seek them in their own hills, and yet they must\n stop us. They will attack before we reach Jerusalem, fear not.\"", "There was a sudden sound to the rear. Like a wash of the tide from the\n sea came the sound of Saracen war cries and the clash of steel on steel\n mingled with the sounds of horses in agony and anger.", "The Turks began to fall back. Within seconds, the Christian knights were\n boiling around the embattled pair, forcing the Turks into retreat. And\n for the second time, Sir Robert found himself with no one to fight.", "saddle. To his right, he could see the brilliant red-and-gold banner of\n the lion-hearted Richard of England—\ngules, in pale three lions passant\n guardant or", "but presently he heard the familiar cry of \"For St. George and for\n England\" behind him. The Norman and English troops were charging in,\n bringing with them the banner of England!", "And then, suddenly, he found himself surrounded by the Saracens! He was\n isolated and alone, cut off from the rest of the Christian forces! He", "\"St. George and England!\" the Gascon echoed.\nTwo great war horses began to move ponderously forward toward the battle" ], [ "\"Stand fast! Stand fast! Hold them off!\" It was the voice of King\n Richard, sounding like a clarion over the din of battle.", "\"No, but you can always light another later,\" said the Gascon knight.\nKing Richard, on seeing his army moving suddenly toward the harassed", "\"You did what must be done in honor,\" the Gascon conceded, \"but you have\n not gained the love of Richard by doing so.\"\n\n\n Sir Robert felt his jaw set firmly. \"My king knows I am loyal.\"", "The King turned to Sir Baldwin de Carreo, who sat ahorse nearby, and\n pointed toward the eastern hills. \"They will come from there, hitting us", "King Richard's gauntleted hand grasped his own. \"If it please God, I\n shall never ask your life. An earldom awaits you when we return to\n England, sir knight.\"", "And then Richard was on his feet, cleaving the air about him with his\n own broadsword. Its bright edge, besmeared with Saracen blood, was\n biting viciously into the foe.", "\"My lord the King,\" Sir Robert heard his voice say, \"is right in all but\n one thing. If we allow the Egyptians to take us from the rear, there", "Gascon, and have sworn no fealty to him. But to side with the Duke of\n Burgundy against King Richard—\" He gave a short, barking laugh. \"I", "\"Aye. But King Richard will not approve of my breaking ranks and\n disobeying orders. I may win the battle and lose my head in the end.\"", "And then a voice was saying: \"You have done well this day, sir knight.\n Richard Plantagenet will not forget.\"\n\n\n Sir Robert turned in his saddle to face the smiling king.", "saddle. To his right, he could see the brilliant red-and-gold banner of\n the lion-hearted Richard of England—\ngules, in pale three lions passant\n guardant or", "\"Good Master,\" said Richard, \"it is you who must sustain their attack.\n No one can be everywhere at once.\"\n\n\n The Master of the Hospitallers nodded curtly and charged back into the\n fray.", "A voice very close to Sir Robert said: \"Richard is right. If we go to\n the aid of the Hospitallers, we will expose the column to a flank\n attack.\" It was Sir Gaeton.", "check. The King had said \"Stand fast!\" and this was no time to disobey\n the orders of Richard.", "He saw Richard go down, falling from the saddle of his charger, but by\n that time his own sword was cutting into the screaming Saracens and", "He himself, Sir Robert de Bouain, was riding with the Norman and English\n troops, just behind the men of Poitou. Sir Robert turned slightly in his", "The fierce warrior-king of England, his mighty sword in hand, was\n cutting down Turks as though they were grain-stalks, but still the", "The Duke is no coward, and Richard Plantagenet well knows it. As I said,\n he spoke in haste.\"", "Sir Robert's lips formed a smile. \"They are not far off, Sir Gaeton.\n They have been following us. As we march parallel to the seacoast, so\n they have been marching with us in those hills to the east.\"", "\"Stand fast. The King bids you all to stand fast,\" said the duke, his\n voice fading as he rode on up the column toward the knights of Poitou\n and the Knights Templars." ], [ "Gascon, and have sworn no fealty to him. But to side with the Duke of\n Burgundy against King Richard—\" He gave a short, barking laugh. \"I", "\"You did what must be done in honor,\" the Gascon conceded, \"but you have\n not gained the love of Richard by doing so.\"\n\n\n Sir Robert felt his jaw set firmly. \"My king knows I am loyal.\"", "\"No, but you can always light another later,\" said the Gascon knight.\nKing Richard, on seeing his army moving suddenly toward the harassed", "And then a voice was saying: \"You have done well this day, sir knight.\n Richard Plantagenet will not forget.\"\n\n\n Sir Robert turned in his saddle to face the smiling king.", "\"Stand fast! Stand fast! Hold them off!\" It was the voice of King\n Richard, sounding like a clarion over the din of battle.", "\"We of Gascony fear no heathen Musselman,\" Sir Gaeton growled. \"It's\n this Hellish heat that is driving me mad.\" He pointed toward the eastern", "King Richard's gauntleted hand grasped his own. \"If it please God, I\n shall never ask your life. An earldom awaits you when we return to\n England, sir knight.\"", "The Duke is no coward, and Richard Plantagenet well knows it. As I said,\n he spoke in haste.\"", "\"This is no time to worry about the future,\" said the Gascon. \"Rest for\n a moment and relax, that you may be the stronger later. Here—have an\nOld Kings\n.\"", "And then Richard was on his feet, cleaving the air about him with his\n own broadsword. Its bright edge, besmeared with Saracen blood, was\n biting viciously into the foe.", "glanced quickly around as he slashed another Saracen from pate to\n breastbone. Where was Sir Gaeton? Where were the others? Where was the\n red-and-gold banner of Richard?", "He himself, Sir Robert de Bouain, was riding with the Norman and English\n troops, just behind the men of Poitou. Sir Robert turned slightly in his", "A voice very close to Sir Robert said: \"Richard is right. If we go to\n the aid of the Hospitallers, we will expose the column to a flank\n attack.\" It was Sir Gaeton.", "\"Aye. But King Richard will not approve of my breaking ranks and\n disobeying orders. I may win the battle and lose my head in the end.\"", "heat. Nor is your own blood too cool. True, I ride with your Normans and\n your English and your King Richard of the Lion's Heart, but I am a", "\"Nor I,\" agreed the Gascon. \"\nOld Kings\nis the only real cigarette when\n you're doing a real\nman's\nwork.\"", "The King turned to Sir Baldwin de Carreo, who sat ahorse nearby, and\n pointed toward the eastern hills. \"They will come from there, hitting us", "\"St. George and England!\" the Gascon echoed.\nTwo great war horses began to move ponderously forward toward the battle", "\"Good Master,\" said Richard, \"it is you who must sustain their attack.\n No one can be everywhere at once.\"\n\n\n The Master of the Hospitallers nodded curtly and charged back into the\n fray.", "Sir Robert's lips formed a smile. \"They are not far off, Sir Gaeton.\n They have been following us. As we march parallel to the seacoast, so\n they have been marching with us in those hills to the east.\"" ], [ "of France, as do we all. Philip has deserted the field. He has returned\n to France in haste, leaving the rest of us to fight the Saracen for the", "\"You did what must be done in honor,\" the Gascon conceded, \"but you have\n not gained the love of Richard by doing so.\"\n\n\n Sir Robert felt his jaw set firmly. \"My king knows I am loyal.\"", "\"Aye. But King Richard will not approve of my breaking ranks and\n disobeying orders. I may win the battle and lose my head in the end.\"", "The Duke is no coward, and Richard Plantagenet well knows it. As I said,\n he spoke in haste.\"", "Gascon, and have sworn no fealty to him. But to side with the Duke of\n Burgundy against King Richard—\" He gave a short, barking laugh. \"I", "\"Stand fast! Stand fast! Hold them off!\" It was the voice of King\n Richard, sounding like a clarion over the din of battle.", "King Richard's gauntleted hand grasped his own. \"If it please God, I\n shall never ask your life. An earldom awaits you when we return to\n England, sir knight.\"", "\"No, but you can always light another later,\" said the Gascon knight.\nKing Richard, on seeing his army moving suddenly toward the harassed", "And then a voice was saying: \"You have done well this day, sir knight.\n Richard Plantagenet will not forget.\"\n\n\n Sir Robert turned in his saddle to face the smiling king.", "Sir Robert's voice came like a sword: steely, flat, cold, and sharp. \"My\n lord the King spoke in haste. He has reason to be bitter against Philip", "The Master of the Hospitallers was speaking in a low, urgent voice to\n the King: \"My lord, we are pressed on by the enemy and in danger of\n eternal infamy. We are losing our horses, one after the other!\"", "\"Good Master,\" said Richard, \"it is you who must sustain their attack.\n No one can be everywhere at once.\"\n\n\n The Master of the Hospitallers nodded curtly and charged back into the\n fray.", "And then Richard was on his feet, cleaving the air about him with his\n own broadsword. Its bright edge, besmeared with Saracen blood, was\n biting viciously into the foe.", "glanced quickly around as he slashed another Saracen from pate to\n breastbone. Where was Sir Gaeton? Where were the others? Where was the\n red-and-gold banner of Richard?", "\"Richard of England has never been on the best of terms with Philip\n Augustus,\" said Sir Gaeton.", "\"Against the orders of the King?\"\n\n\n \"The King cannot see everything! There are times when a man must use his\n own judgment! You said you were afraid of no man. Are you with me?\"", "Sir Gaeton said nothing more, but there was a look in his eyes that\n showed that he felt that Richard of England might even doubt the loyalty\n of Sir Robert de Bouain.\nSir Robert rode on in silence, feeling the movement of the horse beneath\n him.", "check. The King had said \"Stand fast!\" and this was no time to disobey\n the orders of Richard.", "A voice very close to Sir Robert said: \"Richard is right. If we go to\n the aid of the Hospitallers, we will expose the column to a flank\n attack.\" It was Sir Gaeton.", "warleaders in Christendom at this crucial point? The desertion of Philip\n of France has cost us dearly. Could we permit the desertion of Burgundy,\n too?\"" ], [ "that Saladin has at hand more than enough to overcome us, were they all\n truly Christian knights.\"", "The Negro troops of Saladin's Egyptian contingent were thundering down\n upon the rear! They clashed with the Hospitallers, slamming in like a", "will be no need for Saladin and his Turks to come down on our flank. And\n the Hospitallers cannot hold for long at this rate. A charge at full", "\"Give them time. We must wait for their attack, sir knight. It were\n foolhardy to attempt to seek them in their own hills, and yet they must\n stop us. They will attack before we reach Jerusalem, fear not.\"", "And then, suddenly, he found himself surrounded by the Saracens! He was\n isolated and alone, cut off from the rest of the Christian forces! He", "Further behind, the Knights Hospitallers protected the rear, guarding\n the column of the hosts of Christendom from harassment by the Bedouins.", "The King turned to Sir Baldwin de Carreo, who sat ahorse nearby, and\n pointed toward the eastern hills. \"They will come from there, hitting us", "of France, as do we all. Philip has deserted the field. He has returned\n to France in haste, leaving the rest of us to fight the Saracen for the", "\"My lord the King,\" Sir Robert heard his voice say, \"is right in all but\n one thing. If we allow the Egyptians to take us from the rear, there", "The Saracen troops were coming in from the rear, and the Hospitallers\n were taking the brunt of the charge. They fought like madmen, but they\n were slowly being forced back.", "\"We of Gascony fear no heathen Musselman,\" Sir Gaeton growled. \"It's\n this Hellish heat that is driving me mad.\" He pointed toward the eastern", "There was a sudden sound to the rear. Like a wash of the tide from the\n sea came the sound of Saracen war cries and the clash of steel on steel\n mingled with the sounds of horses in agony and anger.", "Sir Robert's lips formed a smile. \"They are not far off, Sir Gaeton.\n They have been following us. As we march parallel to the seacoast, so\n they have been marching with us in those hills to the east.\"", "\"No, but you can always light another later,\" said the Gascon knight.\nKing Richard, on seeing his army moving suddenly toward the harassed", "the hills, hitting—not the flank as he had expected, but the rear!\n Saladin had expected him to hold fast!", "Saracen targets with care. Larger and larger loomed the Egyptian\n cavalrymen as the horses changed pace to a thundering gallop.", "Sir Robert felt the shock against himself and his horse as the steel tip\n of the long ash lance struck the Saracen horseman in the chest. Out of\n the corner of his eye, he saw that Sir Gaeton, too, had scored.", "\"Like the jackals they are,\" said Sir Gaeton. \"They assail us from the\n rear, and they set up traps in our path ahead. Our spies tell us that", "He saw Richard go down, falling from the saddle of his charger, but by\n that time his own sword was cutting into the screaming Saracens and", "Sir Robert lost all track of time. There was nothing to do but keep his\n own great broadsword moving, swinging like some gigantic metronome as he\n hacked down the Moslem foes." ], [ "\"We of Gascony fear no heathen Musselman,\" Sir Gaeton growled. \"It's\n this Hellish heat that is driving me mad.\" He pointed toward the eastern", "There was a sudden clash of arms off to their left. Sir Robert dropped\n his cigarette to the ground. \"The trouble is that doing a real he-man's", "\"Both,\" said Sir Gaeton flatly. \"They fear us, else they would not dally\n to amass so fearsome a force. If, as our informers tell us, there are", "\"It was my duty.\" Sir Robert's voice was stubborn. \"Could we have\n permitted a quarrel to develop between the two finest knights and", "He had a pack of cigarettes in his gauntleted hand, which he profferred\n to Sir Robert. There were three cigarettes protruding from it, one\n slightly farther than the others. Sir Robert's hand reached out and took\n that one.", "\"Like the jackals they are,\" said Sir Gaeton. \"They assail us from the\n rear, and they set up traps in our path ahead. Our spies tell us that", "Sir Robert's voice came like a sword: steely, flat, cold, and sharp. \"My\n lord the King spoke in haste. He has reason to be bitter against Philip", "The Master of the Hospitallers was speaking in a low, urgent voice to\n the King: \"My lord, we are pressed on by the enemy and in danger of\n eternal infamy. We are losing our horses, one after the other!\"", "Sir Gaeton looked at him with a smile that held both irony and respect.\n \"In truth, sir knight, it is apparent that you fear neither men nor", "\"This is no time to worry about the future,\" said the Gascon. \"Rest for\n a moment and relax, that you may be the stronger later. Here—have an\nOld Kings\n.\"", "\"Against the orders of the King?\"\n\n\n \"The King cannot see everything! There are times when a man must use his\n own judgment! You said you were afraid of no man. Are you with me?\"", "\"Thanks. When the going gets rough, I really enjoy an\nOld Kings\n.\"\n\n\n He put one end of the cigarette in his mouth and lit the other from the\n lighter in Sir Gaeton's hand.", "Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright\n on this publication was renewed.]\nThis is a science-fiction story. History is a science; the other", "... After a Few Words ...\nby Seaton McKettrig\nIllustrated by Summer\n[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Analog October 1962.", "The King turned to Sir Baldwin de Carreo, who sat ahorse nearby, and\n pointed toward the eastern hills. \"They will come from there, hitting us", "\"Yes, sir,\" said Sir Gaeton, after lighting his own cigarette, \"\nOld\n Kings\nare the greatest. They give a man real, deep-down smoking\n pleasure.\"", "Sir Robert de Bouain twisted again in his saddle to look at the knight\n riding alongside him. Sir Gaeton de l'Arc-Tombé sat tall and straight in", "He himself, Sir Robert de Bouain, was riding with the Norman and English\n troops, just behind the men of Poitou. Sir Robert turned slightly in his", "Sir Robert's lips formed a smile. \"They are not far off, Sir Gaeton.\n They have been following us. As we march parallel to the seacoast, so\n they have been marching with us in those hills to the east.\"", "And then Richard was on his feet, cleaving the air about him with his\n own broadsword. Its bright edge, besmeared with Saracen blood, was\n biting viciously into the foe." ], [ "A voice very close to Sir Robert said: \"Richard is right. If we go to\n the aid of the Hospitallers, we will expose the column to a flank\n attack.\" It was Sir Gaeton.", "\"My lord the King,\" Sir Robert heard his voice say, \"is right in all but\n one thing. If we allow the Egyptians to take us from the rear, there", "Without hesitation, Sir Robert plunged his horse toward the surrounded\n monarch, his great blade cutting a path before him.", "Sir Robert heard his own laugh echo hollowly within his helmet. \"Perhaps\n 'twere better to be mad when the assault comes. Madmen fight better than", "He himself, Sir Robert de Bouain, was riding with the Norman and English\n troops, just behind the men of Poitou. Sir Robert turned slightly in his", "will be no need for Saladin and his Turks to come down on our flank. And\n the Hospitallers cannot hold for long at this rate. A charge at full", "Sir Robert felt the shock against himself and his horse as the steel tip\n of the long ash lance struck the Saracen horseman in the chest. Out of\n the corner of his eye, he saw that Sir Gaeton, too, had scored.", "Sir Robert's lips formed a smile. \"They are not far off, Sir Gaeton.\n They have been following us. As we march parallel to the seacoast, so\n they have been marching with us in those hills to the east.\"", "Sir Robert felt his horse move, as though it were urging him on toward\n the battle, but his hand held to the reins, keeping the great charger in", "\"Good Master,\" said Richard, \"it is you who must sustain their attack.\n No one can be everywhere at once.\"\n\n\n The Master of the Hospitallers nodded curtly and charged back into the\n fray.", "\"Forward then!\" Sir Robert heard himself shouting. \"Forward for St.\n George and for England!\"", "The King turned to Sir Baldwin de Carreo, who sat ahorse nearby, and\n pointed toward the eastern hills. \"They will come from there, hitting us", "that Saladin has at hand more than enough to overcome us, were they all\n truly Christian knights.\"", "rear, had realized the danger and had charged through the Hospitallers\n to get into the thick of the fray. Now the Turks were charging down from", "Sir Robert lost all track of time. There was nothing to do but keep his\n own great broadsword moving, swinging like some gigantic metronome as he\n hacked down the Moslem foes.", "The Saracen, impaled on Sir Robert's lance, shot from the saddle as he\n died. His lighter armor had hardly impeded the incoming spear-point, and", "He saw Richard go down, falling from the saddle of his charger, but by\n that time his own sword was cutting into the screaming Saracens and", "The Saracen troops were coming in from the rear, and the Hospitallers\n were taking the brunt of the charge. They fought like madmen, but they\n were slowly being forced back.", "Sir Gaeton said nothing more, but there was a look in his eyes that\n showed that he felt that Richard of England might even doubt the loyalty\n of Sir Robert de Bouain.\nSir Robert rode on in silence, feeling the movement of the horse beneath\n him.", "in the flank; we cannot afford to amass a rearward charge. To do so\n would be to fall directly into the hands of the Saracen.\"" ], [ "And then Richard was on his feet, cleaving the air about him with his\n own broadsword. Its bright edge, besmeared with Saracen blood, was\n biting viciously into the foe.", "\"Stand fast! Stand fast! Hold them off!\" It was the voice of King\n Richard, sounding like a clarion over the din of battle.", "He saw Richard go down, falling from the saddle of his charger, but by\n that time his own sword was cutting into the screaming Saracens and", "glanced quickly around as he slashed another Saracen from pate to\n breastbone. Where was Sir Gaeton? Where were the others? Where was the\n red-and-gold banner of Richard?", "\"Aye. But King Richard will not approve of my breaking ranks and\n disobeying orders. I may win the battle and lose my head in the end.\"", "saddle. To his right, he could see the brilliant red-and-gold banner of\n the lion-hearted Richard of England—\ngules, in pale three lions passant\n guardant or", "Sir Robert felt the shock against himself and his horse as the steel tip\n of the long ash lance struck the Saracen horseman in the chest. Out of\n the corner of his eye, he saw that Sir Gaeton, too, had scored.", "The King turned to Sir Baldwin de Carreo, who sat ahorse nearby, and\n pointed toward the eastern hills. \"They will come from there, hitting us", "\"You did what must be done in honor,\" the Gascon conceded, \"but you have\n not gained the love of Richard by doing so.\"\n\n\n Sir Robert felt his jaw set firmly. \"My king knows I am loyal.\"", "\"Good Master,\" said Richard, \"it is you who must sustain their attack.\n No one can be everywhere at once.\"\n\n\n The Master of the Hospitallers nodded curtly and charged back into the\n fray.", "King Richard's gauntleted hand grasped his own. \"If it please God, I\n shall never ask your life. An earldom awaits you when we return to\n England, sir knight.\"", "And then a voice was saying: \"You have done well this day, sir knight.\n Richard Plantagenet will not forget.\"\n\n\n Sir Robert turned in his saddle to face the smiling king.", "The fierce warrior-king of England, his mighty sword in hand, was\n cutting down Turks as though they were grain-stalks, but still the", "heat. Nor is your own blood too cool. True, I ride with your Normans and\n your English and your King Richard of the Lion's Heart, but I am a", "And then he saw another knight nearby, a huge man who swung his\n sparkling blade with power and force. On his steel helm gleamed a golden\n coronet! Richard!", "Sir Robert lost all track of time. There was nothing to do but keep his\n own great broadsword moving, swinging like some gigantic metronome as he\n hacked down the Moslem foes.", "The Saracen, impaled on Sir Robert's lance, shot from the saddle as he\n died. His lighter armor had hardly impeded the incoming spear-point, and", "\"My lord the King,\" Sir Robert heard his voice say, \"is right in all but\n one thing. If we allow the Egyptians to take us from the rear, there", "\"No, but you can always light another later,\" said the Gascon knight.\nKing Richard, on seeing his army moving suddenly toward the harassed", "And the great king, in spite of his prowess was outnumbered heavily and\n would, within seconds, be cut down by the Saracen horde!" ] ]

[ "The plot of Eric's newest book most likely reflects:", "Which statement best describes Williamson's writing style?", "What event or experience had the strongest impact on Williamson's literary style?", "What is ironic about Eric's contempt for the glass edifice over New York City?", "Where does Eric view himself and others in relation to the modern world?", "How does Eric compare to the protagonists of his novels?", "What attitude does Eric display towards modern technological appliances?", "What is ironic about Eric and Nada's desire to return to nature?", "All of the following factors reveal that the Cosmic Express is in the initial stages of development EXCEPT for", "What prevents Williamson's writing style from venturing into the absurd?" ]

[ [ "How Eric wishes he could have provided for Nada on their visit to Venus", "How Nada resents Eric for not providing for her on their visit to Venus", "How Eric has contorted his experience on Venus to seem more like his protagonist", "How Nada would have envisioned her and Eric's visit to Venus" ], [ "It reflects his disdain for humankind's obsession with technological advancement", "More authors have parlayed his method and style than any other science fiction author", "It evolved to be flexible despite how it initially imitated the style of a singular author", "It contains myriad farcical and parodic literary elements, which was uncommon during his time" ], [ "Reading books by some of the most illustrious science fiction authors as a child and adolescent", "Watching his father make sacrifices to provide for him, his mother, and younger siblings", "Growing up with little protection from exposure to the suffering from the elements", "Not having the same access to innovative, life-saving technology in his formative years" ], [ "If the glass was penetrated, he and Nada and all of New York would immediately perish", "Its invention was inspired by the author of one of Eric's favorite science fiction novels", "Something similar might have protected him and Nada from the harsh Venusian elements", "Similar inventions are main features in his science fiction novels" ], [ "He believes that humans rely too much on modern technological advancements and are devolving as a result", "He believes that scientists and inventors are responsible for the downfall of society", "He believes that humans will never be content until they are able to perform any task without leaving the confines of their homes", "He believes that technological advancement has swindled humans of their natural gifts and activities" ], [ "He shares neither a passion nor aptitude for survival", "He shares an aptitude for survival, but not a passion", "He shares a passion and aptitude for survival", "He shares a passion for survival, but not an aptitude" ], [ "Bewilderment", "Repugnance", "Veneration", "Forbearance" ], [ "They can only do so using the most advanced modern technology", "Once they experience the return to nature, they don't know how to survive", "Their current residence is similar to what it would be like on Venus", "Their vision of nature is unrealistic and based solely on images from fictional novels" ], [ "the qualifications of the operating staff", "the limited number of receiving stations", "the disappearance of Violet", "the lack of micrometer readings" ], [ "His characters -- though eclectic and sometimes bizarre -- share authentic feelings, thoughts, and experiences with human readers", "His writing style does not contain unpredictable juxtapositions and irrational humor", "It is socially accepted that broadcast information will soon explode as a major field of discovery and innovation", "While his characters typically endure suffering, they adopt a comedic -- rather than tragic -- outlook toward their predicaments" ] ]

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[ [ "And a hundred million read\n Eric's novels, and watched the\n dramatization of them on the\n television screens. They thrilled", "\"Eric,\" a thin voice trembled.\n \"Don't you think—it might have\n been better— You know the old\n life was not so bad, after all.\"", "For Mr. Eric Stokes-Harding\n was an author. There was a whole\n shelf of his books on the wall, in", "\"It's wonderful to have a fine,\n strong man like you to trust in,\n Eric. You're just like one of the\n heroes in your books!\"", "The little door had swung\n open again, and Eric led Nada\n through. They stepped into a little\n cell, completely surrounded", "She ran back to Eric, who was\n once more staring distastefully\n at his typewriter.", "\"Eric, I wonder if we could go\n there! It would be so thrilling to\n begin life like the characters in", "fires were gone from about\n them. They were lying in something\n extremely soft and fluid;\n and warm rain was beating in\n their faces. Eric sat up, found", "\"I'm going to see my lawyer!\n My precious Violet—\"\n\n\n The sallow youth winked.\n \"And now what can I do for you,\n Eric?\"", "Eric laughed, fumbled with a\n hidden spring under his desk. A\n small polished object, gleaming\n silvery, slid down into his hand.", "Five\n minutes later Mr. Eric\n Stokes-Harding and his pretty\n wife were in street clothes,\n light silk tunics of loose, flowing", "With another yawn, Mr. Eric\n Stokes-Harding turned back to\n the room, which was bright with\n the rich golden light that poured", "to a technological environment.\n By which I mean that it is the\n most interesting and stimulating\n form of literature today.\"\nMr. Eric Stokes-Harding", "Eric had settled down to the\n artistic satisfaction of describing\n the sensuous delight of his\n hero in the roasted marrow-bones", "He wrote \"thrilling action romances,\"\n as his enthusiastic publishers\n and television directors\n said, \"of ages past, when men", "Eric and Nada clung to each\n other, in doubt whether to stay\n or to fly through the storm.\n Gradually the sound of the conflict\n came nearer, until the earth\n shook beneath them, and they\n were afraid to move.", "there in five minutes. My private car—\"\nMr. Eric Stokes-Harding, noted\n author of primitive life and love,\n ate a hearty meal with his pretty", "An elevator brought them up a\n hundred and fifty stories. Eric\n led Nada down a long, carpeted\n corridor to a wide glass door,\n which bore the words:\nCOSMIC EXPRESS\nstenciled in gold capitals across\n it.", "\"Why, hello, Eric, old man!\"\n he cried. \"That's the lady you\n were telling me about? Congratulations!\"\n A bell jangled before\n him on the panel. \"Just a minute.\n I've got a call.\"", "Recklessly, he slammed the\n machine back into its place, and\n resolved to forget that his next\n \"red-blooded action thriller\" was" ], [ "The Cosmic Express\nis of special\n interest because it was written\n during Williamson's A. Merritt", "\"kick,\" when he was writing\n little else but, and it gave the\n earliest indication of a more general\n capability. The lightness of\n the handling is especially modern,", "Jack Williamson parlayed into\n popularity for eight years.\nYet the strange thing about it\n was that Jack Williamson was\n one of the most versatile science", "westerns was particularly astute.\nJack Williamson was born in\n 1908 in the Arizona territory\n when covered wagons were the\n primary form of transportation", "The imitation found great favor\n from the readership and almost\n instantly Jack Williamson became\n an important name on the\n contents page of", "especially important because it\n stylistically forecast a later trend\n to accept the background for\n granted, regardless of the quantity\n of wonders, and proceed with", "and when they\n wanted extrapolated theory in\n present tense, he assumed the\n disguise of Will Stewart and\n popularized the concept of contra", "He wrote \"thrilling action romances,\"\n as his enthusiastic publishers\n and television directors\n said, \"of ages past, when men", "at the simple, romantic lives his\n heroes led, paid him handsome\n royalties, and subconsciously\n shared his opinion that civilization\n had taken all the best from", "to a technological environment.\n By which I mean that it is the\n most interesting and stimulating\n form of literature today.\"\nMr. Eric Stokes-Harding", "Eric had settled down to the\n artistic satisfaction of describing\n the sensuous delight of his\n hero in the roasted marrow-bones", "\"I was just thinking of our\n rooms, nice and warm and\n bright, with hot foods coming up\n the shaft whenever we pushed\n the button, and the gay crowds\n in the park, and my old typewriter.\"", "bright jackets, red and blue and\n green, that brought a thrill of\n pleasure to the young novelist's\n heart when he looked up from his\n clattering machine.", "\"There isn't anywhere to go. I\n write about the West, Africa,\n South Sea Islands. But they\n were all filled up two hundred\n years ago. Pleasure resorts, sanatoriums,\n cities, factories.\"", "the ancient ranches. Or a man\n marooned with a lovely woman\n on a desert South Sea island.\n His heroes were invariably", "Nada Stokes-Harding was also\n an author. She wrote poems—\"back\n to nature stuff\"—simple", "against the wall, that reminded\n one of the waiting room in an old\n railroad depot. In the grill was a\n little window, with a lazy, brown-eyed", "At last he straightened reluctantly,\n slid a small typewriter\n out of its drawer, and began\n pecking at it impatiently.", "green with emerald lawns, and\n bright with flowering plants.\n Two hundred yards across it rose\n an immense pyramidal building—an\n artistic structure, gleaming", "With another yawn, Mr. Eric\n Stokes-Harding turned back to\n the room, which was bright with\n the rich golden light that poured" ], [ "The Cosmic Express\nis of special\n interest because it was written\n during Williamson's A. Merritt", "Jack Williamson parlayed into\n popularity for eight years.\nYet the strange thing about it\n was that Jack Williamson was\n one of the most versatile science", "The imitation found great favor\n from the readership and almost\n instantly Jack Williamson became\n an important name on the\n contents page of", "\"kick,\" when he was writing\n little else but, and it gave the\n earliest indication of a more general\n capability. The lightness of\n the handling is especially modern,", "westerns was particularly astute.\nJack Williamson was born in\n 1908 in the Arizona territory\n when covered wagons were the\n primary form of transportation", "the ancient ranches. Or a man\n marooned with a lovely woman\n on a desert South Sea island.\n His heroes were invariably", "At last he straightened reluctantly,\n slid a small typewriter\n out of its drawer, and began\n pecking at it impatiently.", "at the simple, romantic lives his\n heroes led, paid him handsome\n royalties, and subconsciously\n shared his opinion that civilization\n had taken all the best from", "to a technological environment.\n By which I mean that it is the\n most interesting and stimulating\n form of literature today.\"\nMr. Eric Stokes-Harding", "and when they\n wanted extrapolated theory in\n present tense, he assumed the\n disguise of Will Stewart and\n popularized the concept of contra", "Finally, when only psychological\n studies of the future\n would do, he produced\n\"With\n Folded Hands ...\" \"... And", "especially important because it\n stylistically forecast a later trend\n to accept the background for\n granted, regardless of the quantity\n of wonders, and proceed with", "\"I was just thinking of our\n rooms, nice and warm and\n bright, with hot foods coming up\n the shaft whenever we pushed\n the button, and the gay crowds\n in the park, and my old typewriter.\"", "bright jackets, red and blue and\n green, that brought a thrill of\n pleasure to the young novelist's\n heart when he looked up from his\n clattering machine.", "\"My days were filled,\" he remembers,\n \"with monotonous\n rounds of what seemed an endless,\n heart-breaking war with", "Nada Stokes-Harding was also\n an author. She wrote poems—\"back\n to nature stuff\"—simple", "against the wall, that reminded\n one of the waiting room in an old\n railroad depot. In the grill was a\n little window, with a lazy, brown-eyed", "your stories, to get away from\n this hateful civilization, and live\n natural lives. Maybe a rocket—\"\nThe\n young author's eyes were", "labored to this end and the first\n he knew that a story of his had\n been accepted was when he\n bought the December, 1929 issue\n of", "to the other of the twin beds,\n where Nada, his pretty bride,\n lay quiet beneath light silk covers.\n With a groan, he stood up" ], [ "Above the glass, over this New\n York of 2432 A. D., a freezing\n blizzard was sweeping. But small", "An elevator brought them up a\n hundred and fifty stories. Eric\n led Nada down a long, carpeted\n corridor to a wide glass door,\n which bore the words:\nCOSMIC EXPRESS\nstenciled in gold capitals across\n it.", "\"Eric,\" a thin voice trembled.\n \"Don't you think—it might have\n been better— You know the old\n life was not so bad, after all.\"", "Yawning, Mr. Eric Stokes-Harding\n stood before the great\n open window, staring out. Below\n him was a wide, park-like space,", "\"A darned shame,\" Eric grumbled,\n \"to come forty million\n miles, and meet such a reception\n as this!\"", "With another yawn, Mr. Eric\n Stokes-Harding turned back to\n the room, which was bright with\n the rich golden light that poured", "She ran back to Eric, who was\n once more staring distastefully\n at his typewriter.", "The little door had swung\n open again, and Eric led Nada\n through. They stepped into a little\n cell, completely surrounded", "\"Eric, darling,\" she said, \"isn't\n it terrible to be cooped up here\n in this little flat, away from the\n things we both love?\"", "in from the suspended globes of\n the cold ato-light that illuminated\n the snow-covered city.\n With a distasteful grimace, he", "\"Why, hello, Eric, old man!\"\n he cried. \"That's the lady you\n were telling me about? Congratulations!\"\n A bell jangled before\n him on the panel. \"Just a minute.\n I've got a call.\"", "for parks between the mighty\n structures that held the unbroken\n glass roofs two hundred stories\n above the concrete pavement.", "Eric laughed, fumbled with a\n hidden spring under his desk. A\n small polished object, gleaming\n silvery, slid down into his hand.", "\"Oh, darling! I'm thrilled to\n death about the Cosmic Express!\n If we could go to Venus, to a new\n life on a new world, and get\n away from all this hateful conventional\n society—\"", "The boy seemed dazed at sight\n of the bright flask. Then, with a\n single swift motion, he snatched\n it out of Eric's hand, and bent\n to conceal it below his instrument\n panel.", "green with emerald lawns, and\n bright with flowering plants.\n Two hundred yards across it rose\n an immense pyramidal building—an\n artistic structure, gleaming", "\"See here, Charley,\" with a\n cautious glance toward the door,\n Eric held up the silver flask.\n \"For old time's sake, and for\n this—\"", "\"I'm going to see my lawyer!\n My precious Violet—\"\n\n\n The sallow youth winked.\n \"And now what can I do for you,\n Eric?\"", "The thin man in black, whom\n Eric now recognized as a prominent\n French heart-specialist, was\n dancing before the window, waving\n his bag frantically, raving at\n the sleepy boy.", "fires were gone from about\n them. They were lying in something\n extremely soft and fluid;\n and warm rain was beating in\n their faces. Eric sat up, found" ], [ "\"Eric,\" a thin voice trembled.\n \"Don't you think—it might have\n been better— You know the old\n life was not so bad, after all.\"", "And a hundred million read\n Eric's novels, and watched the\n dramatization of them on the\n television screens. They thrilled", "to a technological environment.\n By which I mean that it is the\n most interesting and stimulating\n form of literature today.\"\nMr. Eric Stokes-Harding", "She ran back to Eric, who was\n once more staring distastefully\n at his typewriter.", "Yawning, Mr. Eric Stokes-Harding\n stood before the great\n open window, staring out. Below\n him was a wide, park-like space,", "\"Eric, I wonder if we could go\n there! It would be so thrilling to\n begin life like the characters in", "Eric had settled down to the\n artistic satisfaction of describing\n the sensuous delight of his\n hero in the roasted marrow-bones", "fires were gone from about\n them. They were lying in something\n extremely soft and fluid;\n and warm rain was beating in\n their faces. Eric sat up, found", "The little door had swung\n open again, and Eric led Nada\n through. They stepped into a little\n cell, completely surrounded", "An elevator brought them up a\n hundred and fifty stories. Eric\n led Nada down a long, carpeted\n corridor to a wide glass door,\n which bore the words:\nCOSMIC EXPRESS\nstenciled in gold capitals across\n it.", "With another yawn, Mr. Eric\n Stokes-Harding turned back to\n the room, which was bright with\n the rich golden light that poured", "\"Eric, darling,\" she said, \"isn't\n it terrible to be cooped up here\n in this little flat, away from the\n things we both love?\"", "at the simple, romantic lives his\n heroes led, paid him handsome\n royalties, and subconsciously\n shared his opinion that civilization\n had taken all the best from", "\"I'm going to see my lawyer!\n My precious Violet—\"\n\n\n The sallow youth winked.\n \"And now what can I do for you,\n Eric?\"", "\"Oh, darling! I'm thrilled to\n death about the Cosmic Express!\n If we could go to Venus, to a new\n life on a new world, and get\n away from all this hateful conventional\n society—\"", "\"There isn't anywhere to go. I\n write about the West, Africa,\n South Sea Islands. But they\n were all filled up two hundred\n years ago. Pleasure resorts, sanatoriums,\n cities, factories.\"", "\"Buck up,\" Eric advised her.\n \"We're back to nature—where\n we've always wanted to be.\"\nWith", "\"A darned shame,\" Eric grumbled,\n \"to come forty million\n miles, and meet such a reception\n as this!\"", "\"I've quit bothering about science.\n It has ruined nature, filled\n the world with silly, artificial\n people, doing silly, artificial\n things.\"", "Nada stopped. \"Eric,\" she\n said, \"I'm tired. And I don't believe\n there's any rock here, anyway.\n You'll have to use wooden\n tools, sharpened in the fire.\"" ], [ "And a hundred million read\n Eric's novels, and watched the\n dramatization of them on the\n television screens. They thrilled", "\"It's wonderful to have a fine,\n strong man like you to trust in,\n Eric. You're just like one of the\n heroes in your books!\"", "\"Eric,\" a thin voice trembled.\n \"Don't you think—it might have\n been better— You know the old\n life was not so bad, after all.\"", "For Mr. Eric Stokes-Harding\n was an author. There was a whole\n shelf of his books on the wall, in", "Eric had settled down to the\n artistic satisfaction of describing\n the sensuous delight of his\n hero in the roasted marrow-bones", "She ran back to Eric, who was\n once more staring distastefully\n at his typewriter.", "\"Eric, I wonder if we could go\n there! It would be so thrilling to\n begin life like the characters in", "He wrote \"thrilling action romances,\"\n as his enthusiastic publishers\n and television directors\n said, \"of ages past, when men", "The little door had swung\n open again, and Eric led Nada\n through. They stepped into a little\n cell, completely surrounded", "With another yawn, Mr. Eric\n Stokes-Harding turned back to\n the room, which was bright with\n the rich golden light that poured", "the ancient ranches. Or a man\n marooned with a lovely woman\n on a desert South Sea island.\n His heroes were invariably", "at the simple, romantic lives his\n heroes led, paid him handsome\n royalties, and subconsciously\n shared his opinion that civilization\n had taken all the best from", "\"I'm going to see my lawyer!\n My precious Violet—\"\n\n\n The sallow youth winked.\n \"And now what can I do for you,\n Eric?\"", "there in five minutes. My private car—\"\nMr. Eric Stokes-Harding, noted\n author of primitive life and love,\n ate a hearty meal with his pretty", "Yawning, Mr. Eric Stokes-Harding\n stood before the great\n open window, staring out. Below\n him was a wide, park-like space,", "The thin man in black, whom\n Eric now recognized as a prominent\n French heart-specialist, was\n dancing before the window, waving\n his bag frantically, raving at\n the sleepy boy.", "Eric laughed, fumbled with a\n hidden spring under his desk. A\n small polished object, gleaming\n silvery, slid down into his hand.", "Nada stopped. \"Eric,\" she\n said, \"I'm tired. And I don't believe\n there's any rock here, anyway.\n You'll have to use wooden\n tools, sharpened in the fire.\"", "\"Why, hello, Eric, old man!\"\n he cried. \"That's the lady you\n were telling me about? Congratulations!\"\n A bell jangled before\n him on the panel. \"Just a minute.\n I've got a call.\"", "\"Eric, darling,\" she said, \"isn't\n it terrible to be cooped up here\n in this little flat, away from the\n things we both love?\"" ], [ "to a technological environment.\n By which I mean that it is the\n most interesting and stimulating\n form of literature today.\"\nMr. Eric Stokes-Harding", "She ran back to Eric, who was\n once more staring distastefully\n at his typewriter.", "With another yawn, Mr. Eric\n Stokes-Harding turned back to\n the room, which was bright with\n the rich golden light that poured", "\"Eric,\" a thin voice trembled.\n \"Don't you think—it might have\n been better— You know the old\n life was not so bad, after all.\"", "Eric laughed, fumbled with a\n hidden spring under his desk. A\n small polished object, gleaming\n silvery, slid down into his hand.", "\"Why, hello, Eric, old man!\"\n he cried. \"That's the lady you\n were telling me about? Congratulations!\"\n A bell jangled before\n him on the panel. \"Just a minute.\n I've got a call.\"", "And a hundred million read\n Eric's novels, and watched the\n dramatization of them on the\n television screens. They thrilled", "\"Eric, darling,\" she said, \"isn't\n it terrible to be cooped up here\n in this little flat, away from the\n things we both love?\"", "The little door had swung\n open again, and Eric led Nada\n through. They stepped into a little\n cell, completely surrounded", "Eric had settled down to the\n artistic satisfaction of describing\n the sensuous delight of his\n hero in the roasted marrow-bones", "room, its walls covered with bookcases\n and also with scientific appliances\n that would have been\n strange to the man of four or\n five centuries before, when the", "The boy seemed dazed at sight\n of the bright flask. Then, with a\n single swift motion, he snatched\n it out of Eric's hand, and bent\n to conceal it below his instrument\n panel.", "An elevator brought them up a\n hundred and fifty stories. Eric\n led Nada down a long, carpeted\n corridor to a wide glass door,\n which bore the words:\nCOSMIC EXPRESS\nstenciled in gold capitals across\n it.", "\"I was just thinking of our\n rooms, nice and warm and\n bright, with hot foods coming up\n the shaft whenever we pushed\n the button, and the gay crowds\n in the park, and my old typewriter.\"", "\"A darned shame,\" Eric grumbled,\n \"to come forty million\n miles, and meet such a reception\n as this!\"", "Yawning, Mr. Eric Stokes-Harding\n stood before the great\n open window, staring out. Below\n him was a wide, park-like space,", "At last he straightened reluctantly,\n slid a small typewriter\n out of its drawer, and began\n pecking at it impatiently.", "Nada stopped. \"Eric,\" she\n said, \"I'm tired. And I don't believe\n there's any rock here, anyway.\n You'll have to use wooden\n tools, sharpened in the fire.\"", "fires were gone from about\n them. They were lying in something\n extremely soft and fluid;\n and warm rain was beating in\n their faces. Eric sat up, found", "Five\n minutes later Mr. Eric\n Stokes-Harding and his pretty\n wife were in street clothes,\n light silk tunics of loose, flowing" ], [ "The little door had swung\n open again, and Eric led Nada\n through. They stepped into a little\n cell, completely surrounded", "They stood up, triumphant.\n\n\n \"At last!\" Nada cried. \"We're\n free! Free of that hateful old\n civilization! We're back to Nature!\"", "\"Buck up,\" Eric advised her.\n \"We're back to nature—where\n we've always wanted to be.\"\nWith", "Eric and Nada clung to each\n other, in doubt whether to stay\n or to fly through the storm.\n Gradually the sound of the conflict\n came nearer, until the earth\n shook beneath them, and they\n were afraid to move.", "Nada stopped. \"Eric,\" she\n said, \"I'm tired. And I don't believe\n there's any rock here, anyway.\n You'll have to use wooden\n tools, sharpened in the fire.\"", "fires were gone from about\n them. They were lying in something\n extremely soft and fluid;\n and warm rain was beating in\n their faces. Eric sat up, found", "glowing. He skipped across the\n floor, seized Nada, kissed her\n ecstatically. \"Splendid! Think of\n hunting in the virgin forest, and", "\"Eric,\" a thin voice trembled.\n \"Don't you think—it might have\n been better— You know the old\n life was not so bad, after all.\"", "An elevator brought them up a\n hundred and fifty stories. Eric\n led Nada down a long, carpeted\n corridor to a wide glass door,\n which bore the words:\nCOSMIC EXPRESS\nstenciled in gold capitals across\n it.", "She ran back to Eric, who was\n once more staring distastefully\n at his typewriter.", "\"Eric, darling,\" she said, \"isn't\n it terrible to be cooped up here\n in this little flat, away from the\n things we both love?\"", "\"Eric, I wonder if we could go\n there! It would be so thrilling to\n begin life like the characters in", "Then came a sound from the\n dismal stormy night, a hoarse,\n bellowing roar, raucous, terrifying.\n\n\n Nada clung against Eric.\n \"What is it, dear?\" she chattered.", "Nada and Eric felt themselves\n enveloped in fire. Sheets of white\n flame seemed to lap up about\n them from the crystal block. Suddenly", "\"Yes, dear. Civilization has\n ruined the world. If we could only\n have lived a thousand years ago,\n when life was simple and natural,", "himself in a mud-puddle. Beside\n him was Nada, opening her eyes\n and struggling up, her bright\n garments stained with black\n mud.", "to the other of the twin beds,\n where Nada, his pretty bride,\n lay quiet beneath light silk covers.\n With a groan, he stood up", "\"You're the perfect companion,\n Nada.... But now we\n must be practical. We must\n build a fire, find weapons, set up", "Eric helped Nada to a place\n on the crystal, lay down at her\n side.", "Five\n minutes later Mr. Eric\n Stokes-Harding and his pretty\n wife were in street clothes,\n light silk tunics of loose, flowing" ], [ "\"Oh, darling! I'm thrilled to\n death about the Cosmic Express!\n If we could go to Venus, to a new\n life on a new world, and get\n away from all this hateful conventional\n society—\"", "The Cosmic Express\nis of special\n interest because it was written\n during Williamson's A. Merritt", "\"The Cosmic Express?\"\n\n\n \"A new invention. Just perfected\n a few weeks ago, I understand.\n By Ludwig Von der Valls,\n the German physicist.\"", "the new Cosmic Express, is simply\n to convert the matter to be\n carried into power, send it out\n as a radiant beam and focus the\n beam to convert it back into", "The Cosmic Express\nBy JACK WILLIAMSON\nIntroduction by Sam Moskowitz\nThe\nyear 1928 was a great", "An elevator brought them up a\n hundred and fifty stories. Eric\n led Nada down a long, carpeted\n corridor to a wide glass door,\n which bore the words:\nCOSMIC EXPRESS\nstenciled in gold capitals across\n it.", "bringing the game home to you!\n But I'm afraid there is no way.—Wait!\n The Cosmic Express.\"", "on the transparent table in the\n Cosmic Express office, with all\n those great mirrors and prisms\n and lenses about them.", "\"It is. You know short waves\n carry more energy than long\n ones. The Express Ray is an\n electromagnetic vibration of frequency\n far higher than that of\n even the Cosmic Ray, and correspondingly\n more powerful and\n more penetrating.\"", "\"To Venus? Impossible. My\n orders are to use the Express\n merely between the sixteen designated\n stations, at New York,\n San Francisco, Tokyo, London,\n Paris—\"", "especially important because it\n stylistically forecast a later trend\n to accept the background for\n granted, regardless of the quantity\n of wonders, and proceed with", "There they entered a cylindrical\n car, with rows of seats down\n the sides. Not greatly different\n from an ancient subway car, except", "\"I think the Express Ray is\n focused just at the surface of the\n crystal, from below,\" he said. \"It\n dissolves our substance, to be\n transmitted by the beam. It\n would look as if we were melting\n into the crystal.\"", "\"kick,\" when he was writing\n little else but, and it gave the\n earliest indication of a more general\n capability. The lightness of\n the handling is especially modern,", "your stories, to get away from\n this hateful civilization, and live\n natural lives. Maybe a rocket—\"\nThe\n young author's eyes were", "He's not supposed to take passengers\n except between the offices\n they have scattered about the\n world. But I know his weak\n point—\"", "rapid fluctuations in the brightness\n of a beam of light. In a\n parallel manner, the focal plane\n of the Express Ray moves slowly\n through the object, progressively,", "barely avoiding the farcical\n by the validity of the notion that\n wireless transmission of matter\n is the next big transportation\n frontier to be conquered. It is", "picture and reproduces it again\n on the plate—just the same as\n the Express Ray picks up an\n object and sets it down on the\n other side of the world.", "\"A darned shame,\" Eric grumbled,\n \"to come forty million\n miles, and meet such a reception\n as this!\"" ], [ "The Cosmic Express\nis of special\n interest because it was written\n during Williamson's A. Merritt", "Jack Williamson parlayed into\n popularity for eight years.\nYet the strange thing about it\n was that Jack Williamson was\n one of the most versatile science", "\"kick,\" when he was writing\n little else but, and it gave the\n earliest indication of a more general\n capability. The lightness of\n the handling is especially modern,", "\"There isn't anywhere to go. I\n write about the West, Africa,\n South Sea Islands. But they\n were all filled up two hundred\n years ago. Pleasure resorts, sanatoriums,\n cities, factories.\"", "especially important because it\n stylistically forecast a later trend\n to accept the background for\n granted, regardless of the quantity\n of wonders, and proceed with", "\"Oh, darling! I'm thrilled to\n death about the Cosmic Express!\n If we could go to Venus, to a new\n life on a new world, and get\n away from all this hateful conventional\n society—\"", "Finally, when only psychological\n studies of the future\n would do, he produced\n\"With\n Folded Hands ...\" \"... And", "\"Not altogether. But I should\n worry! Here comes breakfast.\n Let me butter your toast.\"", "\"I can't imagine how it happened.\n I've had the fellow locked\n up, and the 'dry-laws' are on the\n job. I hope you won't hold us for\n excessive damages.\"", "at the simple, romantic lives his\n heroes led, paid him handsome\n royalties, and subconsciously\n shared his opinion that civilization\n had taken all the best from", "and when they\n wanted extrapolated theory in\n present tense, he assumed the\n disguise of Will Stewart and\n popularized the concept of contra", "and began a series of fantastic\n bending exercises. But after a\n few half-hearted movements, he\n gave it up, and walked through\n an open door into a small bright", "The imitation found great favor\n from the readership and almost\n instantly Jack Williamson became\n an important name on the\n contents page of", "to the other of the twin beds,\n where Nada, his pretty bride,\n lay quiet beneath light silk covers.\n With a groan, he stood up", "and called her a genius. Even\n though the whole world had\n grown up into a city, the birds\n were extinct, there were no wild\n flowers, and no one had time to", "At last he straightened reluctantly,\n slid a small typewriter\n out of its drawer, and began\n pecking at it impatiently.", "\"Young man, if any harm\n comes to my Violet—I'll—I'll—I'll\n appeal to the Society for the\n Prevention of Cruelty to Animals!\"", "westerns was particularly astute.\nJack Williamson was born in\n 1908 in the Arizona territory\n when covered wagons were the\n primary form of transportation", "glowing. He skipped across the\n floor, seized Nada, kissed her\n ecstatically. \"Splendid! Think of\n hunting in the virgin forest, and", "Eric had settled down to the\n artistic satisfaction of describing\n the sensuous delight of his\n hero in the roasted marrow-bones" ] ]

[ "Why is Trella being attacked?", "Why can't the square-built man defend Trella against the men attacking her?", "Where does the beginning of the story take place? ", "How was Quest able to survive and grow up on Jupiter?", "How was Dr. Mansard's radio and ship drive destroyed?", "What is so significant about the surgiscope?", "What incorrect assumption does Trella make about Blessing? ", "What is Blessing's fear regarding Dr. Mansard?", "What is the central irony of Quest's last words in the story?" ]

[ [ "The author does not give a clear reason for the attackers' motivations", "The attackers wish to steal Trella's documents", "The attackers wish to violate Trella", "The attackers are sent from Dr. Blessing to test Trella's loyalty" ], [ "His programming does not allow it", "He is a strict pacifist", "He is full of cowardice", "He is secretly collaborating with Trella's attackers" ], [ "Saturn", "Jupiter", "One of Jupiter's moons", "One of Saturn's moons" ], [ "Quest's DNA is mutated", "Quest is an android", "Quest's father programmed his DNA for survival", "Quest did not actually grow up on Jupiter" ], [ "Dr. Mansard destroyed it himself to eliminate any record of his survival", "It was never destroyed ", "Blessing intentionally ruined it in the hopes that Mansard would die", "It could not withstand the harsh elements of Jupiter's atmosphere" ], [ "It can allow a surgeon to permanently alter a person's DNA", "It can perform fine operations at a microscopic level", "It can be used to turn a human into an android", "It can probe the brain of any creature, dead or alive" ], [ "He would be thrilled to hear that Quest is alive and well", "He murdered Dr. Mansard and got away with it", "He turned Mansard's son into an android", "He has no prior knowledge of the contents of Mansard's documents" ], [ "Blessing is afraid that Dr. Mansard is not actually deceased and currently plotting against him", "Blessing is afraid that Dr. Mansard will inform Quest that he is actually an android", "Blessing is afraid that Dr. Mansard has set two assassins to come after him and the documentation he stole", "Blessing is afraid that Dr. Mansard left out programming that would prevent Quest from hurting living creatures" ], [ "He claims that \"androids are made\" to justify his human status, disregarding the impact of his father's programming efforts", "He declares that \"androids don't grow up,\" when in reality, his father programmed him to appear to (physically) age", "He states that he \"remembers his boyhood on Jupiter,\" when in reality, he is still a boy", "He says he \"remembers his boyhood on Jupiter,\" when in reality, his memories were programmed into his brain" ] ]

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[ [ "Trella swung with her whole\n body, and slapped him so hard\n he nearly fell from his chair. As\n she walked swiftly toward the\n bar, he leaped up to follow her.", "Trella was silent, shocked.\n There was something here she\n hadn't known about, hadn't even\n suspected. For some reason, Dom", "The dark man moved in on\n Trella again as Kregg overtook\n his quarry and swung a huge\n fist like a sledgehammer.", "Exactly what happened, Trella\n wasn't sure. She had the impression\n that Kregg's fist connected", "Trella sighed. Cowardice was\n a state of mind. It was peculiarly\n inappropriate, but not unbelievable,", "There was only one new circumstance\n Trella could think\n of. Without actually intending\n to, she exclaimed:\n\n\n “You aren't afraid of Quest?\n Why, an android can't hurt a\n human!”", "Trella was in the living room\n with Blessing, discussing the instructions\n she was to give to the\n laboratory officials in New York.\n The two bodyguards were with\n them. The other guards were at\n their posts.", "Trella heard the doorbell ring.\n The heavy oaken front door was\n kept locked now, and the guards\n in the anteroom examined callers\n through a tiny window.", "across the floor and lay in an\n unconscious heap against the\n rear of the garage. Trella had\n opened the door of the car, but\n it was wrenched from her hand", "Kregg stumbled to his feet\n and staggered out. Trella ran to\n the unconscious Motwick's side.", "it. It was Blessing's privilege to\n do this his own way, and he\n might not appreciate her meddling.\nAt midtrip, Trella made a rueful", "Trella remembered the thug\n Kregg striking Quest in the face\n and then crying that he had injured\n his hand on the bar.\n\n\n “But he said Dr. Mansard was\n his father,” protested Trella.", "that he received his rightful\n share of the inheritance. Because\n of this, Trella was tempted\n to tell Quest the good news\n herself; but she decided against", "“Now I can say I love you,”\n he said. “That was part of the\n conditioning too: I couldn't love\n any woman until my job was\n done.”\n\n\n Trella disengaged herself.", "For a moment Trella thought\n he was going to meet Asrange's\n assault. But he fled in a long\n leap toward the companionway", "briefly on Earth, and Trella was\n glad to dispense with his company\n for the remaining three\n weeks before the spaceship\n blasted off. She found herself", "Trella did not want to believe\n Jakdane was right, but his reasoning\n was unassailable. Looking\n upon Quest as an android,\n many things were explained: his", "Trella had not wanted to come\n to the Golden Satellite. It was a\n squalid saloon in the rougher", "knees. The dark man, who had\n grabbed Trella's arm, released\n her and ran for the door.", "With a horrified gasp, Trella\n ran down the driveway toward\n the smoking heap of metal.\n Quest was already beside it," ], [ "Trella swung with her whole\n body, and slapped him so hard\n he nearly fell from his chair. As\n she walked swiftly toward the\n bar, he leaped up to follow her.", "The dark man moved in on\n Trella again as Kregg overtook\n his quarry and swung a huge\n fist like a sledgehammer.", "“I'm sorry I couldn't fight\n those men for you, Miss, but I\n just couldn't,” he said miserably,\n as though reading her thoughts.\n “But no one will bother you on\n the street if I'm with you.”", "Trella remembered the thug\n Kregg striking Quest in the face\n and then crying that he had injured\n his hand on the bar.\n\n\n “But he said Dr. Mansard was\n his father,” protested Trella.", "“I couldn't,” said Quest miserably,\n and turned his face\n away.\n\n\n Later, alone with Trella on\n the control deck, Jakdane gave\n her some sober advice.", "knees. The dark man, who had\n grabbed Trella's arm, released\n her and ran for the door.", "across the floor and lay in an\n unconscious heap against the\n rear of the garage. Trella had\n opened the door of the car, but\n it was wrenched from her hand", "The dark man was at her\n heels. In desperation, she dodged\n around the short man and took\n refuge behind him. Her protector\n was obviously unwilling, but", "“Now I can say I love you,”\n he said. “That was part of the\n conditioning too: I couldn't love\n any woman until my job was\n done.”\n\n\n Trella disengaged herself.", "Trella sighed. Cowardice was\n a state of mind. It was peculiarly\n inappropriate, but not unbelievable,", "For a moment Trella thought\n he was going to meet Asrange's\n assault. But he fled in a long\n leap toward the companionway", "Exactly what happened, Trella\n wasn't sure. She had the impression\n that Kregg's fist connected", "Quest was after it, like a\n chunky deer, running faster\n than Trella had ever seen a man\n run before.", "picked up the limp Motwick with\n one hand and tossed him over a\n shoulder was startling: as\n though he lifted a feather pillow.\n He followed Trella out the door", "Now this did not suit her at\n all. Trella had always liked her\n men tall and dark. She had determined\n that when she married\n it would be to a curly-haired six-footer.", "Trella was silent, shocked.\n There was something here she\n hadn't known about, hadn't even\n suspected. For some reason, Dom", "More gently than Trella would\n have believed possible for his\n Jupiter-strong muscles, Quest\n took her in his arms.", "Quest made no effort to retaliate.\n He cowered under the attack,\n holding his hands in front", "“I never thought of myself in\n quite that light, but maybe\n I'm getting old,” he answered,\n laughing. “What's your trouble,\n Trella?”", "Kregg stumbled to his feet\n and staggered out. Trella ran to\n the unconscious Motwick's side." ], [ "The other man at the table\n arose, ponderously, and lumbered\n toward them. He was immense,\n at least six and a half\n feet tall, with a brutal, vacant\n face.", "luxurious house, and they entered\n the big living room. They sat\n before a fire in the old-fashioned\n fireplace and Blessing opened the", "across the floor and lay in an\n unconscious heap against the\n rear of the garage. Trella had\n opened the door of the car, but\n it was wrenched from her hand", "Tentatively, she pushed her\n chair back from the table and\n arose. She had to brush close by", "“My parents landed on Jupiter,\n and I blasted off from it,”\n he said soberly. “I was born\n there. Have you ever heard of\n Dr. Eriklund Mansard?”", "Trella took a fast plane from\n White Sands, and twenty-four\n hours later walked up the front\n steps of the familiar brownstone\n house on the outskirts of Washington.", "She looked at him. He was\n short, half a head shorter than\n she, but broad and powerful as\n a man might be who had grown", "He took her in his arms again,\n and this time she did not resist.\n His lips were very human.\nTHE END", "“But my father was able to\n control it in the heavy atmosphere\n of Jupiter, and landed it\n successfully. I was born there,", "There were only two other\n people in the Golden Satellite:\n the fat, mustached bartender\n and a short, square-built man at", "But, since this was to be\n the atmosphere of Blessing's\n house, she was glad that he decided\n to assign her to take the\n Mansard papers to the New", "Blessing, ahead of the rest,\n leaped into one of the cars and\n started the engine.\n\n\n The door from the house shattered\n and Quest burst through.\n The two guards turned and fired\n together.", "the bar. The latter swung\n around at the pistol-like report\n of her slap, and she saw that,\n though no more than four and a", "Trella was in the living room\n with Blessing, discussing the instructions\n she was to give to the\n laboratory officials in New York.\n The two bodyguards were with\n them. The other guards were at\n their posts.", "The dark man was at her\n heels. In desperation, she dodged\n around the short man and took\n refuge behind him. Her protector\n was obviously unwilling, but", "Trella swung with her whole\n body, and slapped him so hard\n he nearly fell from his chair. As\n she walked swiftly toward the\n bar, he leaped up to follow her.", "his arms in a drunken stupor.\n The two evil-looking men at the\n table nearby had been watching\n her surreptitiously, and now", "Trella had not wanted to come\n to the Golden Satellite. It was a\n squalid saloon in the rougher", "Suddenly alarm bells rang all\n over the house. There was a terrific\n crash outside the room as\n the front door splintered. There\n were shouts and the sound of a\n shot.", "himself from his seat and hurled\n himself backward from the table\n with an incoherent cry. He\n seized the first object his hand\n touched—it happened to be a" ], [ "“It was drawn into Jupiter,\n but he landed it successfully,”\n said Quest. “He and my mother\n lived on Jupiter until the oxygen", "He knew I'd have to grow\n up on Jupiter, and he operated\n on the genes before I was born.\n He altered my inherited characteristics\n to adapt me to the climate", "“He told me: a year before\n Quest made his rocket flight to\n Ganymede! If the oxygen equipment\n failed, how do you think\n Quest\n lived in the poisonous atmosphere\n of Jupiter, if he's human?”", "She told him about Quest.\n\n\n “He thinks he's the son of Dr.\n Mansard,” she finished, “but apparently\n he is, without knowing\n it, an android Dr. Mansard built\n on Jupiter.”", "“Look, Trella, he said he was\n born on Jupiter. A human could\n stand the gravity of Jupiter, inside", "“But my father was able to\n control it in the heavy atmosphere\n of Jupiter, and landed it\n successfully. I was born there,", "More gently than Trella would\n have believed possible for his\n Jupiter-strong muscles, Quest\n took her in his arms.", "“My parents landed on Jupiter,\n and I blasted off from it,”\n he said soberly. “I was born\n there. Have you ever heard of\n Dr. Eriklund Mansard?”", "“How can you be sure?” she\n asked doubtfully.\n\n\n “Androids are made,” he answered\n with a laugh. “They\n don't grow up. And I remember\n my boyhood on Jupiter very\n well.”", "“I'm Quest Mansard, Miss,”\n said her companion. “I'm just in\n from Jupiter.”", "build, suited for Jupiter's gravity …\n your strength … the\n fact that you were able to live\n in Jupiter's atmosphere after\n the oxygen equipment failed.", "“You're lying,” she said flatly.\n “No one has ever landed on\n Jupiter. It would be impossible\n to blast off again.”", "Trella did not want to believe\n Jakdane was right, but his reasoning\n was unassailable. Looking\n upon Quest as an android,\n many things were explained: his", "“I certainly have,” she said,\n her interest taking a sudden\n upward turn. “He developed the\n surgiscope, didn't he? But his\n ship was drawn into Jupiter and\n lost.”", "“No,” he said, grinning at\n her. He had an engaging grin,\n with even white teeth. “I meant\n Jupiter.”", "“Robots and androids frequently\n look on their makers as\n their parents,” said Jakdane.\n “Quest may not even know he's\n 57\n artificial. Do you know how\n Mansard died?”", "“I'm lucky,” said Quest soberly.\n “I would have murdered\n him.”\n\n\n “But why, Quest? I knew he\n was afraid of you, but he didn't\n tell me why.”", "“I couldn't,” said Quest miserably,\n and turned his face\n away.\n\n\n Later, alone with Trella on\n the control deck, Jakdane gave\n her some sober advice.", "a dome or a ship, but what\n human could stand the rocket acceleration\n necessary to break\n free of Jupiter? Here's a man", "Dr. Mansard and his wife had\n disappeared into the turbulent\n atmosphere of Jupiter just after\n his invention of the surgiscope," ], [ "“Because,” said Quest, “his\n radio was sabotaged, just as his\n ship's drive was.”", "Dr. Mansard and his wife had\n disappeared into the turbulent\n atmosphere of Jupiter just after\n his invention of the surgiscope,", "had been, but it must have been\n very close. She knew that Dr.\n Mansard had invented the surgiscope.", "he was Dr. Mansard's son, but\n an android had no legal right of\n inheritance from his owner. She\n would leave it to Dom Blessing", "“If Dr. Mansard succeeded in\n landing on Jupiter, why didn't\n anyone ever hear from him\n again?” she demanded.", "Trella remembered the thug\n Kregg striking Quest in the face\n and then crying that he had injured\n his hand on the bar.\n\n\n “But he said Dr. Mansard was\n his father,” protested Trella.", "She told him about Quest.\n\n\n “He thinks he's the son of Dr.\n Mansard,” she finished, “but apparently\n he is, without knowing\n it, an android Dr. Mansard built\n on Jupiter.”", "Blessing would, of course, be\n happy to learn that a son of Dr.\n Mansard lived, and would see", "“My parents landed on Jupiter,\n and I blasted off from it,”\n he said soberly. “I was born\n there. Have you ever heard of\n Dr. Eriklund Mansard?”", "“Yes. I'm afraid it's your decision\n whether to let him go on\n living as a man or to tell him\n he's an android and claim ownership\n as Dr. Mansard's heir.”", "All these things had happened\n before she was born, and she\n did not know what Dom Blessing's\n relation to Dr. Mansard", "sabotaged the ship's drive so it\n would fall into Jupiter.", "I know you think Dr. Mansard\n was your father, but androids\n often believe that.”", "“I certainly have,” she said,\n her interest taking a sudden\n upward turn. “He developed the\n surgiscope, didn't he? But his\n ship was drawn into Jupiter and\n lost.”", "“I'm Quest Mansard, Miss,”\n said her companion. “I'm just in\n from Jupiter.”", "Through all these years since\n Dr. Mansard's disappearance,\n 55\n Blessing had been searching the", "Jovian moons for a second, hidden\n laboratory of Dr. Mansard.\n When it was found at last, he\n sent Trella, his most trusted", "equipment wore out at last. I\n was born and brought up there,\n and I was finally able to build\n a small rocket with a powerful\n enough drive to clear the", "Suddenly alarm bells rang all\n over the house. There was a terrific\n crash outside the room as\n the front door splintered. There\n were shouts and the sound of a\n shot.", "But, since this was to be\n the atmosphere of Blessing's\n house, she was glad that he decided\n to assign her to take the\n Mansard papers to the New" ], [ "had been, but it must have been\n very close. She knew that Dr.\n Mansard had invented the surgiscope.", "and with the surgiscope very\n delicate operations could be performed\n at the cellular level.", "solid image was built up of an\n object under an electron microscope.\nThe actual cutting instrument\n of the surgiscope was an ion\n stream. By operating a tool in", "development of the surgiscope,\n he and my mother blasted off for\n Io. Blessing wanted the valuable\n rights to the surgiscope, and he", "“I'm no android,” he said confidently.\n “Do you forget my father\n was inventor of the surgiscope?", "“I certainly have,” she said,\n her interest taking a sudden\n upward turn. “He developed the\n surgiscope, didn't he? But his\n ship was drawn into Jupiter and\n lost.”", "Dr. Mansard and his wife had\n disappeared into the turbulent\n atmosphere of Jupiter just after\n his invention of the surgiscope,", "This was an instrument with\n a three-dimensional screen as its\n heart. The screen was a cubical\n frame in which an apparently", "“The oxygen equipment failed,\n Quest said.”\n\n\n “Yes. Do you know when?”\n\n\n “No. Quest never did tell me,\n that I remember.”", "“Why, Quest, it's obvious,”\n she cried, tears in her eyes.\n “Everything about you … your", "He knew I'd have to grow\n up on Jupiter, and he operated\n on the genes before I was born.\n He altered my inherited characteristics\n to adapt me to the climate", "“Take it easy,” he advised.\n “I'll wake the psychosurgeon\n and have him look you over. Just\n stay there.”\n\n\n Quest shook his head.", "51\n His face was clean and open,\n with close-cropped blond hair\n and honest blue eyes. She ran to\n him.\n\n\n “Help me!” she cried. “Please\n help me!”", "the three-dimensional screen,\n corresponding movements were\n made by the ion stream on the\n object under the microscope.\n The\n principle", "his arms in a drunken stupor.\n The two evil-looking men at the\n table nearby had been watching\n her surreptitiously, and now", "probing it. As she reached his\n side, he lifted the torn body of\n Dom Blessing. Blessing was\n dead.", "She accompanied him through\n the bare, windowless anteroom\n which had always seemed to her\n such a strange feature of this", "across the floor and lay in an\n unconscious heap against the\n rear of the garage. Trella had\n opened the door of the car, but\n it was wrenched from her hand", "bottle in a complete arc. It\n smashed on Kregg's head,\n splashing the floor with liquor,\n and Kregg sank stunned to his", "“It was drawn into Jupiter,\n but he landed it successfully,”\n said Quest. “He and my mother\n lived on Jupiter until the oxygen" ], [ "it. It was Blessing's privilege to\n do this his own way, and he\n might not appreciate her meddling.\nAt midtrip, Trella made a rueful", "Trella was in the living room\n with Blessing, discussing the instructions\n she was to give to the\n laboratory officials in New York.\n The two bodyguards were with\n them. The other guards were at\n their posts.", "such bitterness during their long\n time together on Ganymede and\n aspace, since he did not know of\n Trella's connection with Blessing.", "Trella was silent, shocked.\n There was something here she\n hadn't known about, hadn't even\n suspected. For some reason, Dom", "that he received his rightful\n share of the inheritance. Because\n of this, Trella was tempted\n to tell Quest the good news\n herself; but she decided against", "Blessing slowed for the turn\n at the end of the driveway and\n glanced back over his shoulder.\n Seeing Quest almost upon him,\n he slammed down the accelerator\n and twisted the wheel hard.", "Dom Blessing himself met her\n at the door, a stooped, graying\n 58\n man who peered at her over his\n spectacles.", "Blessing, ahead of the rest,\n leaped into one of the cars and\n started the engine.\n\n\n The door from the house shattered\n and Quest burst through.\n The two guards turned and fired\n together.", "But, since this was to be\n the atmosphere of Blessing's\n house, she was glad that he decided\n to assign her to take the\n Mansard papers to the New", "Trella swung with her whole\n body, and slapped him so hard\n he nearly fell from his chair. As\n she walked swiftly toward the\n bar, he leaped up to follow her.", "Now this did not suit her at\n all. Trella had always liked her\n men tall and dark. She had determined\n that when she married\n it would be to a curly-haired six-footer.", "Exactly what happened, Trella\n wasn't sure. She had the impression\n that Kregg's fist connected", "“You see, Blessing was my father's\n assistant on Ganymede.\n Right after my father completed", "briefly on Earth, and Trella was\n glad to dispense with his company\n for the remaining three\n weeks before the spaceship\n blasted off. She found herself", "probing it. As she reached his\n side, he lifted the torn body of\n Dom Blessing. Blessing was\n dead.", "“I never thought of myself in\n quite that light, but maybe\n I'm getting old,” he answered,\n laughing. “What's your trouble,\n Trella?”", "There was only one new circumstance\n Trella could think\n of. Without actually intending\n to, she exclaimed:\n\n\n “You aren't afraid of Quest?\n Why, an android can't hurt a\n human!”", "Trella remembered the thug\n Kregg striking Quest in the face\n and then crying that he had injured\n his hand on the bar.\n\n\n “But he said Dr. Mansard was\n his father,” protested Trella.", "Trella did not want to believe\n Jakdane was right, but his reasoning\n was unassailable. Looking\n upon Quest as an android,\n many things were explained: his", "“Now I can say I love you,”\n he said. “That was part of the\n conditioning too: I couldn't love\n any woman until my job was\n done.”\n\n\n Trella disengaged herself." ], [ "Blessing feared Dr. Eriklund\n Mansard … or his heir … or\n his mechanical servant.\nShe was sure that Blessing", "Blessing would, of course, be\n happy to learn that a son of Dr.\n Mansard lived, and would see", "All these things had happened\n before she was born, and she\n did not know what Dom Blessing's\n relation to Dr. Mansard", "Through all these years since\n Dr. Mansard's disappearance,\n 55\n Blessing had been searching the", "Blessing\n could not object to Dr.\n Mansard's son knowing about it.", "But, since this was to be\n the atmosphere of Blessing's\n house, she was glad that he decided\n to assign her to take the\n Mansard papers to the New", "he was Dr. Mansard's son, but\n an android had no legal right of\n inheritance from his owner. She\n would leave it to Dom Blessing", "Dom Blessing himself met her\n at the door, a stooped, graying\n 58\n man who peered at her over his\n spectacles.", "“Yes. I'm afraid it's your decision\n whether to let him go on\n living as a man or to tell him\n he's an android and claim ownership\n as Dr. Mansard's heir.”", "“The steel doors!” cried Blessing,\n turning white. “Let's get\n out of here.”\n\n\n He and his bodyguards ran\n through the back of the house\n out of the garage.", "Trella remembered the thug\n Kregg striking Quest in the face\n and then crying that he had injured\n his hand on the bar.\n\n\n “But he said Dr. Mansard was\n his father,” protested Trella.", "“A wealthy man must be careful,”\n said Blessing cheerfully.\n “When we don't understand all\n the implications of new circumstances,\n we must be prepared for\n anything, eh?”", "Two armed men were with\n Dom Blessing at breakfast and\n accompanied him wherever he\n went. She discovered that two\n more men with guns were stationed\n in the bare anteroom and\n a guard was stationed at every\n entrance to the house.", "probing it. As she reached his\n side, he lifted the torn body of\n Dom Blessing. Blessing was\n dead.", "I know you think Dr. Mansard\n was your father, but androids\n often believe that.”", "had been, but it must have been\n very close. She knew that Dr.\n Mansard had invented the surgiscope.", "Blessing slowed for the turn\n at the end of the driveway and\n glanced back over his shoulder.\n Seeing Quest almost upon him,\n he slammed down the accelerator\n and twisted the wheel hard.", "“I'm lucky,” said Quest soberly.\n “I would have murdered\n him.”\n\n\n “But why, Quest? I knew he\n was afraid of you, but he didn't\n tell me why.”", "it. It was Blessing's privilege to\n do this his own way, and he\n might not appreciate her meddling.\nAt midtrip, Trella made a rueful", "Blessing, ahead of the rest,\n leaped into one of the cars and\n started the engine.\n\n\n The door from the house shattered\n and Quest burst through.\n The two guards turned and fired\n together." ], [ "“I'm lucky,” said Quest soberly.\n “I would have murdered\n him.”\n\n\n “But why, Quest? I knew he\n was afraid of you, but he didn't\n tell me why.”", "“It seems I was taking unnecessary\n precautions when I asked\n you to be a chaperon,” she said.\n “I kept waiting for Quest to do\n something, and when he didn't\n I told him I loved him.”", "“Why, Quest, it's obvious,”\n she cried, tears in her eyes.\n “Everything about you … your", "“I couldn't,” said Quest miserably,\n and turned his face\n away.\n\n\n Later, alone with Trella on\n the control deck, Jakdane gave\n her some sober advice.", "Blessing slowed for the turn\n at the end of the driveway and\n glanced back over his shoulder.\n Seeing Quest almost upon him,\n he slammed down the accelerator\n and twisted the wheel hard.", "“It was conditioned into me,”\n answered Quest “I didn't know\n 60\n it until just now, when it ended,", "He was distantly polite in\n his relations with both crew and\n other passengers, and never\n showed the slightest spark of\n emotion … until the day Quest", "Quest made no effort to retaliate.\n He cowered under the attack,\n holding his hands in front", "She told him about Quest.\n\n\n “He thinks he's the son of Dr.\n Mansard,” she finished, “but apparently\n he is, without knowing\n it, an android Dr. Mansard built\n on Jupiter.”", "Trella remembered the thug\n Kregg striking Quest in the face\n and then crying that he had injured\n his hand on the bar.\n\n\n “But he said Dr. Mansard was\n his father,” protested Trella.", "was wrong, that Quest, whether\n man or android, intended no\n 59\n harm to him. Surely, Quest\n would have said something of", "“Because,” said Quest, “his\n radio was sabotaged, just as his\n ship's drive was.”", "“It was drawn into Jupiter,\n but he landed it successfully,”\n said Quest. “He and my mother\n lived on Jupiter until the oxygen", "that he received his rightful\n share of the inheritance. Because\n of this, Trella was tempted\n to tell Quest the good news\n herself; but she decided against", "“He told me: a year before\n Quest made his rocket flight to\n Ganymede! If the oxygen equipment\n failed, how do you think\n Quest\n lived in the poisonous atmosphere\n of Jupiter, if he's human?”", "Even if Jakdane was\n wrong and Quest was human—as\n now seemed unlikely—Quest\n had told her he could not love\n her. Her best course was to try", "“The oxygen equipment failed,\n Quest said.”\n\n\n “Yes. Do you know when?”\n\n\n “No. Quest never did tell me,\n that I remember.”", "“I'm all right,” insisted\n Quest; and when the skeptical\n Jakdane insisted on examining\n him carefully, he had to admit\n it. There was hardly a mark on\n him from the blows.", "“I'm Quest Mansard, Miss,”\n said her companion. “I'm just in\n from Jupiter.”", "Quest was after it, like a\n chunky deer, running faster\n than Trella had ever seen a man\n run before." ] ]

[ "Why did Val and Ron really decide to go to Mars?", "How did Ledman get to Mars?", "Which of these do Ron and Ledman have in common?", "What would have happened if Ledman had stayed on Earth?", "What likely happens to Ledman after the story ends?", "What likely happens to Val and Ron after the story ends? ", "Which of these was not a consequence of the Great Atomic Wars?", "Why is the Geig Corps important?", "What kind of person is Ron?", "What kind of person is Ledman?" ]

[ [ "They were curious and wanted to help their planet", "They did not want to spend anymore time on earth", "They wanted a more creative way to make money", "Out of obligation to find a job to sustain themselves" ], [ "He saved his money to send himself", "He joined the Corps just as Val and Ron did", "He was part of a uranium company who funded his trip", "He posed as a tourist and stayed behind on a vacation" ], [ "They have both been wrong by the companies that they worked for", "They both want to find an alternative to uranium", "There were both injured in the same accident", "They are both obsessed with finding uranium" ], [ "He would've managed to maintain leadership of his company", "He might not have needed a wheelchair long-term", "He would have joined the Project Sea-Dredge mission", "He would've become more depressed and never found revenge" ], [ "He is given new legs and can start a new life", "He will rejoin the search for uranium", "Even with his wheelchair he must receive mental health treatment", "He will undergo physical and mental health care before starting over" ], [ "They stay on Mars for their contract and then move on to a different project", "They go back to earth to make sure Ledman gets the care he needs", "They decide to stay on Mars forever", "They stay on Mars for a few more weeks before heading back to Earth" ], [ "Limited resources ran out over time", "Multiple planets were settled by various countries in a display of power", "All major types of power sources changed", "Earth decided to run supply missions to Mars" ], [ "Val and Ron worked for them before signing up with UranCo", "It is UranCo's method of acquiring manpower for the resource search", "It is how Ledman got involved in the uranium project in the first place", "They funded the dome that Ledman lives in" ], [ "A curious and determined man who does his best", "An impulsive man who does not pay attention to others' needs", "A doting husband who follows his wife to Mars", "An adventuresome soul but still a timid one" ], [ "He is upset and lashing out because he feels betrayed", "He has violent tendancies and hates his old company", "He has always been a nutcase", "He has been untrustworthy his whole life" ] ]

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[ [ "And that started the chain\n of events that led Val and me\n to end up as a madman's prisoners,\n on Mars. With every", "off for Mars without a moment's\n delay, didn't you? You\n hated Earth so much you\nhad\nto leave.\"", "\"You left Earth too quickly,\"\n Val said.\n\n\n \"It was the only way,\" he\n protested. \"I had to get off—\"", "No, we had decided together\n to come to Mars—the\n way we decided together on\n everything. Now she was", "\"Let's\n keep moving,\" I told\n Val. \"The surest way to\n die out here on Mars is to\n give up.\" I reached over and", "I nodded over at our geiger\n counters.\n\n\n \"We volunteered to come to\n Mars,\" Val said irrelevantly.", "\"Well, let me show you.\n You're on Mars hunting uranium,\n right? To mine and\n ship the radioactives back to\n Earth to keep the atomic engines\n going. Right?\"", "\"Can't we turn back now,\n Ron?\" Val pleaded. \"Maybe\n there isn't any uranium in\n this sector at all. I think\n we're crazy to keep on searching\n out here!\"", "Even though the Martian\n gravity was only a fraction of\n Earth's, I was starting to\n tire, and I knew it must have\n been really rough on Val with\n her lovely but unrugged legs.", "where we were going, and\n why. I wondered why we had\n ever left Earth.", "it seemed hard to believe that\n we'd exchanged Earth and all\n it held for us for the raw, untamed\n struggle that was Mars.", "good team. We had no ties on\n Earth that couldn't be broken\n without much difficulty. So\n we volunteered.\nAnd here we are.", "unless she was so exhausted\n she didn't know what she was\n doing. She had been just as\n much inflamed by the idea of\n coming to Mars to help in the", "\"No,\" Ledman said evenly.\n \"I'm quite sane, believe me.\n But I'm determined to drive\n the Geigs—and UranCo—off\n Mars. Eventually I'll scare\n you all away.\"", "I looked down at Valerie's\n sleeping form, and thought of\n our warm, comfortable little\n home on Earth. It wasn't\n much, but people in love don't\n need very fancy surroundings.", "\"No. That's the difference\n between sane people and insane,\"\n I told him. \"I'm not\n going to kill you at all. I'm\n going to see to it that you're\n sent back to Earth.\"", "\"We didn't come out here\n for the pay, Val.\"\n\n\n \"I know, I know, but just\n the same—\"", "I stared ahead at the bleak,\n desolate wastes of the Martian\n landscape. Behind us\n somewhere was the comfort", "Mars, until I recalled that I\n hadn't. In fact, she had come\n up with the idea before I did.\n I wished there was some way", "It wasn't Martians that\n had done it. There weren't\n any Martians, hadn't been for\n a million years. It was some\n Earthman who had bound us." ], [ "\"No,\" Ledman said evenly.\n \"I'm quite sane, believe me.\n But I'm determined to drive\n the Geigs—and UranCo—off\n Mars. Eventually I'll scare\n you all away.\"", "\"Okay, Ledman,\" I said.\n Val got him into his suit, and\n brought him the fishbowl helmet.", "\"I was there on business at\n the time,\" Ledman said. \"I\n represented Ledman Atomics.\n I was there to sign a new\n contract for my company.\n You know who I am, now?\"", "And that started the chain\n of events that led Val and me\n to end up as a madman's prisoners,\n on Mars. With every", "\"Let's get back to the Dome\n in a hurry,\" I said. \"We'll\n turn Ledman over to the authorities.\n Then we can catch\n the next ship for Earth.\"", "That did it. Ledman hadn't\n much humanity left in him,\n but there was a little. He lowered\n the blaster a bit and", "off for Mars without a moment's\n delay, didn't you? You\n hated Earth so much you\nhad\nto leave.\"", "Ledman clawed his way to\n me with tremendous effort\n and tried wildly to pry the\n blaster out from under me,\n but without success. I twisted", "\"Well, let me show you.\n You're on Mars hunting uranium,\n right? To mine and\n ship the radioactives back to\n Earth to keep the atomic engines\n going. Right?\"", "\"Exactly,\" replied Ledman.\n \"And I have no fears of an\n armed attack. This place is\n well fortified. I've devoted", "had he had the chance.\n\"You're a very sick man,\n Ledman,\" I said. \"All this\n time you could have been\n happy, useful on Earth, instead", "\"There,\" she breathed.\n \"That's that.\"\n\n\n I looked uneasily at Ledman.\n He was groaning and\n beginning to stir.", "For the first time since\n Ledman had caught us, I remembered\n how tired Val had\n been out on the desert. I realized", "\"You're sick, Gregory Ledman,\"\n Val said quietly.\n \"You've conceived an impossible\n scheme of revenge and", "Val's quick, worried head-shake\n cut me off. But Ledman\n had felt my words, all right.", "blaster. Then I pulled myself\n across the floor to Ledman,\n removed the tanglegun, and\n melted the remaining tangle-cord\n off.", "No, we had decided together\n to come to Mars—the\n way we decided together on\n everything. Now she was", "Ledman was sobbing.", "It wasn't Martians that\n had done it. There weren't\n any Martians, hadn't been for\n a million years. It was some\n Earthman who had bound us.", "say?\" He grinned. \"I saved\n for years; then I came to\n Mars, lost myself, built this\n Dome, and swore to get even." ], [ "\"I was there on business at\n the time,\" Ledman said. \"I\n represented Ledman Atomics.\n I was there to sign a new\n contract for my company.\n You know who I am, now?\"", "\"There,\" she breathed.\n \"That's that.\"\n\n\n I looked uneasily at Ledman.\n He was groaning and\n beginning to stir.", "\"Ah—two young heroes,\"\n Ledman said acidly. \"How\n sad. I could almost feel sorry\n for you. Almost.\"\n\n\n \"Just what is it you're\n after?\" I said, stalling, stalling.", "\"I never bothered to find\n out their names,\" Ledman\n said casually. \"They were\n other Geigs I caught unawares,", "\"You're sick, Gregory Ledman,\"\n Val said quietly.\n \"You've conceived an impossible\n scheme of revenge and", "\"Exactly,\" replied Ledman.\n \"And I have no fears of an\n armed attack. This place is\n well fortified. I've devoted", "\"Welcome to my home,\" he\n said. \"The name is Gregory\n Ledman.\" He herded us off to", "\"Okay, Ledman,\" I said.\n Val got him into his suit, and\n brought him the fishbowl helmet.", "Val's quick, worried head-shake\n cut me off. But Ledman\n had felt my words, all right.", "That did it. Ledman hadn't\n much humanity left in him,\n but there was a little. He lowered\n the blaster a bit and", "Ledman was sobbing.", "man pointing it is in a wheelchair.\n\"What's going on, Ron?\"\n Val asked in a low voice as we\n walked. Behind us the wheelchair", "\"No,\" Ledman said evenly.\n \"I'm quite sane, believe me.\n But I'm determined to drive\n the Geigs—and UranCo—off\n Mars. Eventually I'll scare\n you all away.\"", "Ledman scowled, and then\n his face went belligerent\n again. \"They told me I was\n paralyzed below the waist.", "\"Easy, baby,\" I said. I\n knew what our ace in the hole\n was. But I had to get Ledman\n within reach of me first.", "Ledman clawed his way to\n me with tremendous effort\n and tried wildly to pry the\n blaster out from under me,\n but without success. I twisted", "will be as dead as if they'd\n electrocuted you, but there'll\n be a new—and sane—Gregory\n Ledman.\" I turned to Val.", "\"Ron—\"", "threat that disturbed me, so\n much as the whole concept, so\n strange to me, that the human\n mind could be as warped\n and twisted as Ledman's.", "My muscles were stiff and\n bunched, and rising made me\n wince. I turned and freed Val.\n Then I turned and faced Ledman.\n\n\n \"I suppose you'll kill me\n now,\" he said." ], [ "had he had the chance.\n\"You're a very sick man,\n Ledman,\" I said. \"All this\n time you could have been\n happy, useful on Earth, instead", "\"No,\" Ledman said evenly.\n \"I'm quite sane, believe me.\n But I'm determined to drive\n the Geigs—and UranCo—off\n Mars. Eventually I'll scare\n you all away.\"", "\"I was there on business at\n the time,\" Ledman said. \"I\n represented Ledman Atomics.\n I was there to sign a new\n contract for my company.\n You know who I am, now?\"", "\"Let's get back to the Dome\n in a hurry,\" I said. \"We'll\n turn Ledman over to the authorities.\n Then we can catch\n the next ship for Earth.\"", "That did it. Ledman hadn't\n much humanity left in him,\n but there was a little. He lowered\n the blaster a bit and", "will be as dead as if they'd\n electrocuted you, but there'll\n be a new—and sane—Gregory\n Ledman.\" I turned to Val.", "\"There,\" she breathed.\n \"That's that.\"\n\n\n I looked uneasily at Ledman.\n He was groaning and\n beginning to stir.", "\"You're sick, Gregory Ledman,\"\n Val said quietly.\n \"You've conceived an impossible\n scheme of revenge and", "\"No. That's the difference\n between sane people and insane,\"\n I told him. \"I'm not\n going to kill you at all. I'm\n going to see to it that you're\n sent back to Earth.\"", "\"You left Earth too quickly,\"\n Val said.\n\n\n \"It was the only way,\" he\n protested. \"I had to get off—\"", "Val's quick, worried head-shake\n cut me off. But Ledman\n had felt my words, all right.", "\"Ah—two young heroes,\"\n Ledman said acidly. \"How\n sad. I could almost feel sorry\n for you. Almost.\"\n\n\n \"Just what is it you're\n after?\" I said, stalling, stalling.", "\"Okay, Ledman,\" I said.\n Val got him into his suit, and\n brought him the fishbowl helmet.", "threat that disturbed me, so\n much as the whole concept, so\n strange to me, that the human\n mind could be as warped\n and twisted as Ledman's.", "of being holed up here\n nursing your hatred. You\n might have been useful, on\n Earth. But you decided to\n channel everything out as revenge.\"", "\"Exactly,\" replied Ledman.\n \"And I have no fears of an\n armed attack. This place is\n well fortified. I've devoted", "My muscles were stiff and\n bunched, and rising made me\n wince. I turned and freed Val.\n Then I turned and faced Ledman.\n\n\n \"I suppose you'll kill me\n now,\" he said.", "off for Mars without a moment's\n delay, didn't you? You\n hated Earth so much you\nhad\nto leave.\"", "Ledman clawed his way to\n me with tremendous effort\n and tried wildly to pry the\n blaster out from under me,\n but without success. I twisted", "Ledman scowled, and then\n his face went belligerent\n again. \"They told me I was\n paralyzed below the waist." ], [ "\"There,\" she breathed.\n \"That's that.\"\n\n\n I looked uneasily at Ledman.\n He was groaning and\n beginning to stir.", "had he had the chance.\n\"You're a very sick man,\n Ledman,\" I said. \"All this\n time you could have been\n happy, useful on Earth, instead", "\"That's right. And you'll be\n sentenced to psych adjustment.\n When they're finished,\n Gregory Ledman the killer", "\"You're sick, Gregory Ledman,\"\n Val said quietly.\n \"You've conceived an impossible\n scheme of revenge and", "That did it. Ledman hadn't\n much humanity left in him,\n but there was a little. He lowered\n the blaster a bit and", "\"I was there on business at\n the time,\" Ledman said. \"I\n represented Ledman Atomics.\n I was there to sign a new\n contract for my company.\n You know who I am, now?\"", "will be as dead as if they'd\n electrocuted you, but there'll\n be a new—and sane—Gregory\n Ledman.\" I turned to Val.", "\"No,\" Ledman said evenly.\n \"I'm quite sane, believe me.\n But I'm determined to drive\n the Geigs—and UranCo—off\n Mars. Eventually I'll scare\n you all away.\"", "Ledman scowled, and then\n his face went belligerent\n again. \"They told me I was\n paralyzed below the waist.", "Val's quick, worried head-shake\n cut me off. But Ledman\n had felt my words, all right.", "threat that disturbed me, so\n much as the whole concept, so\n strange to me, that the human\n mind could be as warped\n and twisted as Ledman's.", "\"Okay, Ledman,\" I said.\n Val got him into his suit, and\n brought him the fishbowl helmet.", "\"Exactly,\" replied Ledman.\n \"And I have no fears of an\n armed attack. This place is\n well fortified. I've devoted", "Ledman was sobbing.", "\"Ah—two young heroes,\"\n Ledman said acidly. \"How\n sad. I could almost feel sorry\n for you. Almost.\"\n\n\n \"Just what is it you're\n after?\" I said, stalling, stalling.", "For the first time since\n Ledman had caught us, I remembered\n how tired Val had\n been out on the desert. I realized", "She lifted the geiger harnesses,\n and I put Ledman\n back in his wheelchair.\n\n\n Val slipped her oxymask\n back on and fastened it shut.", "\"Welcome to my home,\" he\n said. \"The name is Gregory\n Ledman.\" He herded us off to", "My muscles were stiff and\n bunched, and rising made me\n wince. I turned and freed Val.\n Then I turned and faced Ledman.\n\n\n \"I suppose you'll kill me\n now,\" he said.", "\"Easy, baby,\" I said. I\n knew what our ace in the hole\n was. But I had to get Ledman\n within reach of me first." ], [ "man pointing it is in a wheelchair.\n\"What's going on, Ron?\"\n Val asked in a low voice as we\n walked. Behind us the wheelchair", "\"Try to keep going, Val.\"\n My gloved hand reached out\n and clumsily enfolded hers.\n \"Come on, kid. Remember—we're", "\"You may get up now,\" he\n said. \"Slowly, without trying\n to make trouble.\" Val and I\n helped each other to our feet", "Which wasn't anywhere\n close to the truth. Now I\n knew she was at the breaking\n point, because Val didn't lie", "\"You're lying,\" he said.\n \"It's not true!\"\n\n\n \"Oh, but it is,\" Val smiled.", "just liked our comforts, and\n wanted to keep them. Which\n took a little work.\nTime to get moving.\nBut\n then Val stirred and rolled", "Val rolled on the floor and\n her face lay near my right\n arm. I saw what she had in\n mind. She began to nibble the", "\"Can't we turn back now,\n Ron?\" Val pleaded. \"Maybe\n there isn't any uranium in\n this sector at all. I think\n we're crazy to keep on searching\n out here!\"", "I stopped, slipped out of\n the geiger harness, and lowered\n myself ponderously to\n the ground. \"What'samatter,\n Ron?\" Val asked sleepily.\n \"Something wrong?\"", "\"Let's\n keep moving,\" I told\n Val. \"The surest way to\n die out here on Mars is to\n give up.\" I reached over and", "wheeled one-hand over to see\n what was wrong with Val.\n She continued to retch and\n moan most horribly. It almost\n convinced me. I saw Val's", "I looked at Val. She was\n dragging along with her eyes\n half-shut. I felt almost guilty\n for having dragged her out to", "\"Why don't you do something?\n What are you waiting\n for, Ron?\"", "\"Don't try to move, baby.\n This stuff can break your\n neck if you twist it wrong.\"\n She continued for a moment\n to struggle futilely, and I had\n to snap, \"Lie still, Val!\"", "And that started the chain\n of events that led Val and me\n to end up as a madman's prisoners,\n on Mars. With every", "\"You're sick, Gregory Ledman,\"\n Val said quietly.\n \"You've conceived an impossible\n scheme of revenge and", "I glanced at the suit-chronometer.\n Getting late. I decided\n once again to wake Val.\n But she was tired. And I was\n tired too, tired from our\n wearying journey across the\n empty desert.", "And she probably thought\n the failure of the sandcat was\n all my fault, too. Val's usually\n about the best wife a guy\n could ask for, but when she\n wants to be she can be a real\n flying bother.", "\"You left Earth too quickly,\"\n Val said.\n\n\n \"It was the only way,\" he\n protested. \"I had to get off—\"", "I stared at him. I'd never\n seen a man like this before; I\n thought all his kind had died\n at the time of the atomic\n wars.\n\n\n I heard Val sob, \"He's a\n madman!\"" ], [ "was to get out and look. The\n great atomic wars of the late\n 20th Century had used up\n much of the supply, but the\n amount used to blow up half", "It was an atomic world.\n Everything: power drills,\n printing presses, typewriters,\n can openers, ocean liners,\n powered by the inexhaustible\n energy of the dividing atom.", "\"Atomics cost me my legs,\"\n he said. \"You remember the\n Sadlerville Blast?\" he asked.", "I stared at him. I'd never\n seen a man like this before; I\n thought all his kind had died\n at the time of the atomic\n wars.\n\n\n I heard Val sob, \"He's a\n madman!\"", "our grandparents' mistakes.\n They had used their atomics\n to make bombs. We used ours\n for fuel.", "\"She's right,\" I told him.\n \"The atom can take away, but\n it can give as well. Soon after\n you left they developed", "But though the energy is\n inexhaustible, the supply of\n nuclei isn't. After three centuries\n of heavy consumption,\n the supply failed. The mighty\n machine that was Earth's industry\n had started to slow\n down.", "atomic-powered\nprosthetics—amazing\n things, virtually robot\n legs. All the survivors of\n the Sadlerville Blast were", "in it in the useless shell of\n a great atomic civilization.", "The answer to that came to\n me quick enough: we had to.\n Earth needed radioactives,\n and the only way to get them", "and London and all the other\n ruined cities had been hidden\n by a shining new world of\n gleaming towers and flying\n roadways. We had profited by", "\"I was fairly well shielded\n when it happened. I never got\n the contract, but I got a good\n dose of radiation instead. Not", "that great accident—killing\n hundreds, injuring thousands\n more, sterilizing forty miles\n of Mississippi land—when\n the Sadlerville pile went up?", "In three centuries the shattered\n world had been completely\n rebuilt. The wreckage\n of New York and Shanghai", "I stopped, slipped out of\n the geiger harness, and lowered\n myself ponderously to\n the ground. \"What'samatter,\n Ron?\" Val asked sleepily.\n \"Something wrong?\"", "meddled with the atom in the\n first place, I'd be as tall and\n powerful as you, today—instead\n of a useless cripple in a", "\"Heroes,\" she said bitterly.\n \"We're not heroes—we're\n suckers! Why did I ever let\n you volunteer for the Geig\n Corps and drag me along?\"", "We pressed on over the\n barren terrain. The geiger\n kept up a fairly steady click-pattern,\n but never broke into", "It wasn't Martians that\n had done it. There weren't\n any Martians, hadn't been for\n a million years. It was some\n Earthman who had bound us.", "There's not a great deal of\n uranium on this planet, but\n enough to keep me in a style\n to which, unfortunately, I'm" ], [ "The Geig Corps preferred\n married couples, working in\n teams. That's what had finally\n decided it for us—we were a", "the entire Geig Corps, since\n it was unlikely that one man\n in a wheelchair could pick us\n all off. No, it wasn't the", "Enter the Geig Corps: volunteers\n out on the face of\n Mars, combing for its uranium\n deposits.", "\"Heroes,\" she said bitterly.\n \"We're not heroes—we're\n suckers! Why did I ever let\n you volunteer for the Geig\n Corps and drag me along?\"", "For a puzzled moment I\n thought it was our Dome, the\n settlement where all of UranCo's\n Geig Corps were located,", "\"I never bothered to find\n out their names,\" Ledman\n said casually. \"They were\n other Geigs I caught unawares,", "I still didn't understand.\n \"But why kill us Geigs?\nWe\nhad nothing to do with it.\"", "It had.\n\n\n \"You've been hunting\n Geigs?\" I asked. \"\nWhy?\nWhat've they ever done to\n you?\"", "like you, out on the\n desert. That's the only sport I\n have left—Geig-hunting. Look\n out there.\"", "the wall of the Dome at\n blaster-point. But then I remembered\n he'd killed twelve\n Geigs—or more—and would\n have added Val to the number", "\"No,\" Ledman said evenly.\n \"I'm quite sane, believe me.\n But I'm determined to drive\n the Geigs—and UranCo—off\n Mars. Eventually I'll scare\n you all away.\"", "of turning the weary, bedraggled\n girl at my side back into\n the Val who had so enthusiastically\n suggested we join\n the Geigs.", "She lifted the geiger harnesses,\n and I put Ledman\n back in his wheelchair.\n\n\n Val slipped her oxymask\n back on and fastened it shut.", "\"I was there on business at\n the time,\" Ledman said. \"I\n represented Ledman Atomics.\n I was there to sign a new\n contract for my company.\n You know who I am, now?\"", "I stopped, slipped out of\n the geiger harness, and lowered\n myself ponderously to\n the ground. \"What'samatter,\n Ron?\" Val asked sleepily.\n \"Something wrong?\"", "I nodded over at our geiger\n counters.\n\n\n \"We volunteered to come to\n Mars,\" Val said irrelevantly.", "the clicks of the counter. And\n the geigers had been obstinately\n hushed all day, except\n for their constant undercurrent\n of meaningless noises.", "\"Got the geigers, honey?\"", "\"Exactly,\" replied Ledman.\n \"And I have no fears of an\n armed attack. This place is\n well fortified. I've devoted", "given the necessary replacement\n limbs free of charge. All\n except you. You were so sick\n you had to get away from the\n world you despised and come" ], [ "\"Ron—\"", "\"Why don't you do something?\n What are you waiting\n for, Ron?\"", "man pointing it is in a wheelchair.\n\"What's going on, Ron?\"\n Val asked in a low voice as we\n walked. Behind us the wheelchair", "I stopped, slipped out of\n the geiger harness, and lowered\n myself ponderously to\n the ground. \"What'samatter,\n Ron?\" Val asked sleepily.\n \"Something wrong?\"", "\"Can't we turn back now,\n Ron?\" Val pleaded. \"Maybe\n there isn't any uranium in\n this sector at all. I think\n we're crazy to keep on searching\n out here!\"", "He smiled, as calmly as if\n I'd just praised his house-keeping.\n \"Because I hate\n you,\" he said blandly. \"I intend\n to wipe every last one of\n you out, one by one.\"", "\"You're just in this by accident,\"\n he said. \"You see, after\n the explosion and the amputation,", "That was when I realized he\n must be totally insane. I could\n feel my stomach-muscles\n tighten, my throat constrict\n painfully.", "years to building it. And I'm\n back against those hills. They\n couldn't pry me out.\" He let\n his pale hand run up into his", "\"I was there on business at\n the time,\" Ledman said. \"I\n represented Ledman Atomics.\n I was there to sign a new\n contract for my company.\n You know who I am, now?\"", "Which wasn't anywhere\n close to the truth. Now I\n knew she was at the breaking\n point, because Val didn't lie", "I stared at him. I'd never\n seen a man like this before; I\n thought all his kind had died\n at the time of the atomic\n wars.\n\n\n I heard Val sob, \"He's a\n madman!\"", "Suddenly he drew the tanglegun\n and sprayed our legs\n again. We toppled heavily to\n the floor. I looked up angrily.\n\"I imagine you want to\n know the whole story,\" he\n said. \"The others did, too.\"", "Then anger ripped through\n me, washing away the terror.\n \"What's going on?\" I demanded,\n staring at the half\n of a man who confronted us\n from the wheelchair. \"Who\n are you?\"", "\"Exactly,\" replied Ledman.\n \"And I have no fears of an\n armed attack. This place is\n well fortified. I've devoted", "I found myself fervently\n wishing I was back out there\n on the infinitely safer desert.\n\n\n \"Do I shock you?\" he asked.\n \"I shouldn't—not when\n you see my motives.\"", "\"You'll find out soon\n enough,\" he said. \"Suppose\n now you come with me.\" He\n reached for the tanglegun,", "just liked our comforts, and\n wanted to keep them. Which\n took a little work.\nTime to get moving.\nBut\n then Val stirred and rolled", "Val rolled on the floor and\n her face lay near my right\n arm. I saw what she had in\n mind. She began to nibble the", "\"You're sick, Gregory Ledman,\"\n Val said quietly.\n \"You've conceived an impossible\n scheme of revenge and" ], [ "\"I was there on business at\n the time,\" Ledman said. \"I\n represented Ledman Atomics.\n I was there to sign a new\n contract for my company.\n You know who I am, now?\"", "\"You're sick, Gregory Ledman,\"\n Val said quietly.\n \"You've conceived an impossible\n scheme of revenge and", "Ledman was sobbing.", "\"There,\" she breathed.\n \"That's that.\"\n\n\n I looked uneasily at Ledman.\n He was groaning and\n beginning to stir.", "threat that disturbed me, so\n much as the whole concept, so\n strange to me, that the human\n mind could be as warped\n and twisted as Ledman's.", "That did it. Ledman hadn't\n much humanity left in him,\n but there was a little. He lowered\n the blaster a bit and", "Val's quick, worried head-shake\n cut me off. But Ledman\n had felt my words, all right.", "\"Okay, Ledman,\" I said.\n Val got him into his suit, and\n brought him the fishbowl helmet.", "\"Exactly,\" replied Ledman.\n \"And I have no fears of an\n armed attack. This place is\n well fortified. I've devoted", "Ledman scowled, and then\n his face went belligerent\n again. \"They told me I was\n paralyzed below the waist.", "\"Welcome to my home,\" he\n said. \"The name is Gregory\n Ledman.\" He herded us off to", "\"No,\" Ledman said evenly.\n \"I'm quite sane, believe me.\n But I'm determined to drive\n the Geigs—and UranCo—off\n Mars. Eventually I'll scare\n you all away.\"", "\"Ah—two young heroes,\"\n Ledman said acidly. \"How\n sad. I could almost feel sorry\n for you. Almost.\"\n\n\n \"Just what is it you're\n after?\" I said, stalling, stalling.", "had he had the chance.\n\"You're a very sick man,\n Ledman,\" I said. \"All this\n time you could have been\n happy, useful on Earth, instead", "\"That's right. And you'll be\n sentenced to psych adjustment.\n When they're finished,\n Gregory Ledman the killer", "\"Easy, baby,\" I said. I\n knew what our ace in the hole\n was. But I had to get Ledman\n within reach of me first.", "\"I never bothered to find\n out their names,\" Ledman\n said casually. \"They were\n other Geigs I caught unawares,", "Ledman clawed his way to\n me with tremendous effort\n and tried wildly to pry the\n blaster out from under me,\n but without success. I twisted", "will be as dead as if they'd\n electrocuted you, but there'll\n be a new—and sane—Gregory\n Ledman.\" I turned to Val.", "For the first time since\n Ledman had caught us, I remembered\n how tired Val had\n been out on the desert. I realized" ] ]

[ "Which best describes the narrator's attitude towards his work?", "Which of these is the best description of why the narrator strikes the spaceship?", "What is Houlihan's relationship with the little people?", "Which best describes Houlihan's perception of America?", "Why did Houlihan consider his work to the advantage of humankind?", "Which best describes the relationship between Keech and Houlihan?", "Which of these is most true about why the little people are building what they are where they are?", "Why of these is not a reason Houlihan agreed to help the little people?", "Which best describes the role of history and faith in this story?" ]

[ [ "He is frustrated that nobody ever recognizes his progress", "He wishes he were in a different country interacting with his own people", "He is proud to be contributing to broad scientific questions", "He is disappointed he has to work inside a lab but enjoys research" ], [ "He is convinced there's nothing there and his hand will pass right through", "He wants to test what it's made out of to see if it would make a good model for his own project", "He wants to show he means business and call to their attention", "He is upset that the people ran away and wants to harm something they care about" ], [ "He has some kind of historical relationship with them but it's not clear what", "He has seen them once before and is suspicious of what they're taking from the area", "He is a little person himself and is glad to finally find his own people", "He believes in all fantastical creatures so he is an honorary member of their group" ], [ "He is proud to have grown up there and work is a prestigious lab ", "He is suspicious of anyone who is not Irish but is willing to put up with Americans", "He hates the country but is willing to work for their government in secret", "He is thankful to be on a team working towards scientific progress, wherever it is" ], [ "He has furthered the goals of the little people, and not just the humans, making Earth a better place", "He thought taking advantage of the little people's project to further his own goals was in line with human ideals", "He thinks that sabatoging the little people will be better for the goals of humans", "He thought human goals of scientific advancement could not be completed without his work" ], [ "Keech doesn't prefer interacting with scientists but he knows he can trust Houlihan", "Houlihan is resentful for being taken away from time in his own lab but feels indebted to Keech", "They have a tenuously constructed relationship based on trust necessitated by the situation", "There is a lot of mutual trust and respect between scientists" ], [ "They were kicked out of their own home for trying to leave the planet and had to find a new place to set up shop", "It was the only think they knew would help them gain access to knowledge necessary for the project", "They wanted to work close enough to the lab to be able to steal supplies", "They wanted to be far away from people who believed in them so that their plans would not be discovered" ], [ "He saw it as an opportunity to clear his head about his own work", "He figured their ship could act as a test case for his work", "He felt a kinship with them because of his family's history", "He figured he was the only one with knowledge to help them solve their problem" ], [ "It is both family history and faith in the truth of the little people that lets Houlihan interact with them", "It is with knowlege of family history and some faith that Houlihan is able to decieve the little people into trusting him", "It is Houlihan's faith and belief in the existence of fantastical creatures that lets him see the little people", "Houlihan has heard about the little people in reading up on family history and this is why he can see him" ] ]

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[ [ "\"How?\" I asked.\n\n\n \"Well, I might try starting at the\n beginning,\" he replied.\n\n\n \"You might,\" I said. \"A man\n usually does.\"", "I see I shall have to explain this,\n although I had hoped to get right\n along with my story. When you", "Indeed, I had done a piece of\n work greatly to my advantage, and\n also to the advantage of humankind,\n and when a man can do the first and\n include the second as a fortunate byproduct\n it is a most happy accident.", "\"And often that's\nall\nhe wants,\"\n I said. \"Sit down with me now, and\n stop staring as if I were a snake\n returned to the Island.\"", "\"Well, now, your work,\" I said,\n and glanced at the spaceship.\n \"That's exactly what's got me curious.\"", "job of work for almost shamefully\n generous pay. You see, in a place as\n full of science as the nuclear propulsion\n center there is not much", "that's what he was—saw me smile\n and became stiff and alert for a moment,\n as though suspecting that perhaps\n I actually could see him. Then", "\"Well, if I may use an old expression,\n we've had a feelin' lately\n that we're not long for this world.\n Or let me put it this way. We feel\n the world isn't long for itself.\"", "He shook his head and remained\n standing. \"Have your say, Mr.\n Houlihan. And afterward we'll appreciate\n it if you'll go away and\n leave us to our work.\"", "I would halt work, pass the time\n of day, and then, in subtle fashion,\n send the intruder on his way. Keech\n and the little people just stood by\n and grinned all the while.", "\"Ha!\" said Keech, grinning, but\n not with humor, \"the avarice of\n humans! I knew it! Well, Mr. Houlihan,", "And I lit my pipe and smoked it\n slowly and chuckled to myself at\n how I had gotten the best of the", "course truly believin' in us. I don't\n know—'tis a thing of the mind, and\n not important at the moment.\n What's important is for us to get", "\"Well,\" said Keech in surprise,\n and in some awe, too, \"well, now,\n musha Lord help us! 'Tis the first", "I am never fully convinced. After\n living for many centuries I am all\n too acutely aware of the perversity\n of human nature.\"", "\"Well, now, that's quite an\n offer,\" I said. Keech had the goodness\n to be quiet while I sat and", "I nodded and looked grave and\n kneaded my chin for a moment softly.\n \"Well, now, Keech,\" I said\n finally, \"why should I help you?\"", "time I ever heard such a speech\n from a mortal.\" He turned to his\n people. \"We'll have three cheers\n now, do you hear, for Mr. Houlihan—friend", "Then I waited, but they didn't\n answer. The little people always\n had been shy. Yet without reaching\n a decision in so many words I knew", "work! You'll not be needin' to\n mind that man standin' there! You\n know he can't see nor hear us!\"" ], [ "So I stepped back to the tiny\n spaceship, and this time I struck it\n a resounding blow with my fist.", "\"And why wouldn't I know a\n spaceship when I see one?\" I said.\n \"It just so happens I'm a doctor of\n science.\"\n\n\n \"A doctor of science, now,\" said\n Keech.", "\"I am surprised from time to\n time to find myself here,\" I said.\n \"But continue.\"\n\n\n \"We had to come here,\" said\n Keech, \"to learn how to make a\n spaceship.\"", "\"Hear me now, little people! If you\n don't show yourselves and come out\n and talk to me, I'll wreck this spaceship\n from stem to stern!\"", "huge cigar. There were a pair of\n triangular fins down at the bottom,\n and stubby wings amidships. Of\n course it was a spaceship, or a", "\"Myself included,\" I agreed.\n \"Then why do you need a spaceship?\"", "\"Well, now, your work,\" I said,\n and glanced at the spaceship.\n \"That's exactly what's got me curious.\"", "I shook my head in wonder, then\n stepped back from the spaceship\n and looked about the glade. I knew\n they were all hiding nearby, watching\n me apprehensively. I lifted my\n head to them.", "The tiny spaceship had been built for a journey to a star. But its\n small, mischievous pilots had a rendezvous with destiny—on Earth.\nI must", "thought for a while. My pipe had\n gone out and I lit it again. I finally\n said, \"Let's have a look at your\n ship's drive and see what we can", "the little people. It happens every\n so often, though not as frequently\n as it did a century ago. But knowing\n a spaceship at first glance! Well, I\n must confess that", "\"Well, then, as I say,\" said\n Keech, \"the little people have decided\n to leave the planet in a spaceship.", "Well, we had a look, and then\n several looks, and before the morning\n was out we had half the spaceship\n apart, and were deep in argument\n about the whole project.", "a spaceship. I was surprised enough\n when you told me you could see us\n but not overwhelmingly so. I've run\n into believers before who could see", "pipe. \"Why,\" I asked, \"would a\n group of little people be building a\n spaceship here in America—out in\n this lonely place?\"", "their spaceship to work now, and\n later, if they tried to spy out the\n right information I would take special\n measures to prevent it, for I had", "For if I had shown the little people\n how to make a spaceship they\n would have left our world. And", "\"It's very simple. With all the\n super weapons you mortals have\n developed, there's the distinct possibility\n you might be blowin' us all\n up in the process of destroying\n yourselves.\"", "\"A spaceship, now,\" I said, unconsciously\n adopting some of the\n old manner.", "At the terrible discharge speed\n of nuclear explosion—which is\n what the drive amounts to despite\n the fact that it is simply water in" ], [ "\"Listen to me now, little people!\"\n I called out. \"My name's\n Houlihan of the Roscommon Houlihans.", "time I ever heard such a speech\n from a mortal.\" He turned to his\n people. \"We'll have three cheers\n now, do you hear, for Mr. Houlihan—friend", "\"Mr. Houlihan,\" said Keech,\n \"you will not be forgotten by the\n leprechauns. If we ever meet again,\n upon another world perchance,\n you'll find our friendship always\n eager and ready.\"", "\"And mine's Houlihan, as I've\n told you. Are you convinced now\n that I have no intention of doing\n you any injury?\"", "\"Any Irishman wants to talk, Mr.\n Houlihan.\"", "\"Thank you, Mr. Houlihan,\" said\n Keech. All his people had gathered\n in a loose circle, as though attending\n a rite. They were all looking at\n me quietly.", "\"Truly we are, Mr. Houlihan.\n Now—to business. Just during\n these last few minutes a certain matter", "\"Ha!\" said Keech, grinning, but\n not with humor, \"the avarice of\n humans! I knew it! Well, Mr. Houlihan,", "I'll give you reason enough.\n The pot o' gold, Mr. Houlihan!\"", "There were perhaps fifty of the\n little people. I was more than startled\n by it, too. I had not seen little", "Come without the little people here\n for us to believe in every now and\n then?\nTranscriber's Note:\nThis etext was produced from", "around us—and I'm still\n able to see the little people—why\n did I never see you before?\"", "It would go down in scientific\n literature now, I suppose, as Houlihan's\n Equation, and that was honor", "And with that the little people\n suddenly appeared.", "Then I waited, but they didn't\n answer. The little people always\n had been shy. Yet without reaching\n a decision in so many words I knew", "\"Mr. Houlihan,\" said Keech,\n drawing a kind of peppered dignity\n up about himself, \"in such matters", "of the little people as\n long as he shall live!\"", "He shook his head and remained\n standing. \"Have your say, Mr.\n Houlihan. And afterward we'll appreciate\n it if you'll go away and\n leave us to our work.\"", "that the small people with their\n quick eyes and clever fingers could\n spot all sorts of minute shortcomings\n was a great help. And I was\n hearing the old tongue and talking", "\"Well, then, as I say,\" said\n Keech, \"the little people have decided\n to leave the planet in a spaceship." ], [ "time I ever heard such a speech\n from a mortal.\" He turned to his\n people. \"We'll have three cheers\n now, do you hear, for Mr. Houlihan—friend", "\"Ha!\" said Keech, grinning, but\n not with humor, \"the avarice of\n humans! I knew it! Well, Mr. Houlihan,", "\"Truly we are, Mr. Houlihan.\n Now—to business. Just during\n these last few minutes a certain matter", "\"And mine's Houlihan, as I've\n told you. Are you convinced now\n that I have no intention of doing\n you any injury?\"", "I'll give you reason enough.\n The pot o' gold, Mr. Houlihan!\"", "\"Mr. Houlihan,\" said Keech,\n drawing a kind of peppered dignity\n up about himself, \"in such matters", "\"Any Irishman wants to talk, Mr.\n Houlihan.\"", "\"Mr. Houlihan,\" said Keech,\n \"you will not be forgotten by the\n leprechauns. If we ever meet again,\n upon another world perchance,\n you'll find our friendship always\n eager and ready.\"", "my pouch. \"Well, now,\" he said,\n \"first of all you're no doubt surprised\n to find us here in America.\"", "\"Thank you, Mr. Houlihan,\" said\n Keech. All his people had gathered\n in a loose circle, as though attending\n a rite. They were all looking at\n me quietly.", "\"Listen to me now, little people!\"\n I called out. \"My name's\n Houlihan of the Roscommon Houlihans.", "become convinced they could\nnever\nbe seen here in America. I had\n never seen them so busy, either.\n They were building something in", "He shook his head and remained\n standing. \"Have your say, Mr.\n Houlihan. And afterward we'll appreciate\n it if you'll go away and\n leave us to our work.\"", "It would go down in scientific\n literature now, I suppose, as Houlihan's\n Equation, and that was honor", "\"Well, if I may use an old expression,\n we've had a feelin' lately\n that we're not long for this world.\n Or let me put it this way. We feel\n the world isn't long for itself.\"", "\"And now, Mr. Houlihan,\" said\n Keech, \"I'll see that a quantity of\n gold is delivered to your rooms tonight,\n and so keep my part of the\n bargain.\"", "\"The power control, Mr. Houlihan.\n As I understand it, 'tis necessary\n to know at any instant exactly", "course truly believin' in us. I don't\n know—'tis a thing of the mind, and\n not important at the moment.\n What's important is for us to get", "But I was after no gold. I only wanted\n to hear the music of an Irish\n tongue. I was lonely here in America,\n even if I had latched on to a fine", "named Kevin Francis Houlihan.\n But I am, after all, a scientist. If I\n had not been a specialist in my field\n I would hardly have found myself" ], [ "Indeed, I had done a piece of\n work greatly to my advantage, and\n also to the advantage of humankind,\n and when a man can do the first and\n include the second as a fortunate byproduct\n it is a most happy accident.", "\"Ha!\" said Keech, grinning, but\n not with humor, \"the avarice of\n humans! I knew it! Well, Mr. Houlihan,", "It would go down in scientific\n literature now, I suppose, as Houlihan's\n Equation, and that was honor", "has just now crossed my mind, Mr.\n Houlihan that you, being a scientist,\n might be of help to us.\"", "time I ever heard such a speech\n from a mortal.\" He turned to his\n people. \"We'll have three cheers\n now, do you hear, for Mr. Houlihan—friend", "He shook his head and remained\n standing. \"Have your say, Mr.\n Houlihan. And afterward we'll appreciate\n it if you'll go away and\n leave us to our work.\"", "named Kevin Francis Houlihan.\n But I am, after all, a scientist. If I\n had not been a specialist in my field\n I would hardly have found myself", "\"Thank you, Mr. Houlihan,\" said\n Keech. All his people had gathered\n in a loose circle, as though attending\n a rite. They were all looking at\n me quietly.", "\"Mr. Houlihan,\" said Keech,\n \"you will not be forgotten by the\n leprechauns. If we ever meet again,\n upon another world perchance,\n you'll find our friendship always\n eager and ready.\"", "\"And now, Mr. Houlihan,\" said\n Keech, \"I'll see that a quantity of\n gold is delivered to your rooms tonight,\n and so keep my part of the\n bargain.\"", "\"Truly we are, Mr. Houlihan.\n Now—to business. Just during\n these last few minutes a certain matter", "\"And mine's Houlihan, as I've\n told you. Are you convinced now\n that I have no intention of doing\n you any injury?\"", "\"Mr. Houlihan,\" said Keech,\n drawing a kind of peppered dignity\n up about himself, \"in such matters", "\"The power control, Mr. Houlihan.\n As I understand it, 'tis necessary\n to know at any instant exactly", "I'll give you reason enough.\n The pot o' gold, Mr. Houlihan!\"", "\"Listen to me now, little people!\"\n I called out. \"My name's\n Houlihan of the Roscommon Houlihans.", "\"I am surprised from time to\n time to find myself here,\" I said.\n \"But continue.\"\n\n\n \"We had to come here,\" said\n Keech, \"to learn how to make a\n spaceship.\"", "\"Invited by the American government\n to work on the first moon\n rocket here at the nuclear propulsion\n center. Since it's no secret I\n can advise you of it.\"", "has crossed my mind. That's\n why I'm wastin' all this time with\n you, sir. You say you are a scientist.\"", "\"Well, now, your work,\" I said,\n and glanced at the spaceship.\n \"That's exactly what's got me curious.\"" ], [ "\"Mr. Houlihan,\" said Keech,\n drawing a kind of peppered dignity\n up about himself, \"in such matters", "\"Ha!\" said Keech, grinning, but\n not with humor, \"the avarice of\n humans! I knew it! Well, Mr. Houlihan,", "\"Thank you, Mr. Houlihan,\" said\n Keech. All his people had gathered\n in a loose circle, as though attending\n a rite. They were all looking at\n me quietly.", "\"Mr. Houlihan,\" said Keech,\n \"you will not be forgotten by the\n leprechauns. If we ever meet again,\n upon another world perchance,\n you'll find our friendship always\n eager and ready.\"", "\"And now, Mr. Houlihan,\" said\n Keech, \"I'll see that a quantity of\n gold is delivered to your rooms tonight,\n and so keep my part of the\n bargain.\"", "\"And mine's Houlihan, as I've\n told you. Are you convinced now\n that I have no intention of doing\n you any injury?\"", "\"Truly we are, Mr. Houlihan.\n Now—to business. Just during\n these last few minutes a certain matter", "time I ever heard such a speech\n from a mortal.\" He turned to his\n people. \"We'll have three cheers\n now, do you hear, for Mr. Houlihan—friend", "He shook his head and remained\n standing. \"Have your say, Mr.\n Houlihan. And afterward we'll appreciate\n it if you'll go away and\n leave us to our work.\"", "I'll give you reason enough.\n The pot o' gold, Mr. Houlihan!\"", "\"And why wouldn't I know a\n spaceship when I see one?\" I said.\n \"It just so happens I'm a doctor of\n science.\"\n\n\n \"A doctor of science, now,\" said\n Keech.", "\"Well,\" said Keech in surprise,\n and in some awe, too, \"well, now,\n musha Lord help us! 'Tis the first", "\"Well, now, that's quite an\n offer,\" I said. Keech had the goodness\n to be quiet while I sat and", "\"The power control, Mr. Houlihan.\n As I understand it, 'tis necessary\n to know at any instant exactly", "Keech stared back without much\n expression, and said, \"I've been\n wondering how you guessed it was", "It would go down in scientific\n literature now, I suppose, as Houlihan's\n Equation, and that was honor", "I nodded and looked grave and\n kneaded my chin for a moment softly.\n \"Well, now, Keech,\" I said\n finally, \"why should I help you?\"", "named Kevin Francis Houlihan.\n But I am, after all, a scientist. If I\n had not been a specialist in my field\n I would hardly have found myself", "\"A scientist, is it,\" said Keech.\n \"Well, now, that's very interesting.\"\n\n\n \"I'll make no apologies for it,\" I\n said.", "\"Any Irishman wants to talk, Mr.\n Houlihan.\"" ], [ "pipe. \"Why,\" I asked, \"would a\n group of little people be building a\n spaceship here in America—out in\n this lonely place?\"", "For if I had shown the little people\n how to make a spaceship they\n would have left our world. And", "Then I waited, but they didn't\n answer. The little people always\n had been shy. Yet without reaching\n a decision in so many words I knew", "There were perhaps fifty of the\n little people. I was more than startled\n by it, too. I had not seen little", "become convinced they could\nnever\nbe seen here in America. I had\n never seen them so busy, either.\n They were building something in", "\"Well, then, as I say,\" said\n Keech, \"the little people have decided\n to leave the planet in a spaceship.", "Which we're buildin' here and\n now. We've spied upon you and\n learned how to do it. Well—almost\n how to do it. We haven't learned", "little people. Surely it was not every\n mortal who could accomplish that. I\n had given them the wrong equation,\n of course. They would never get", "around us—and I'm still\n able to see the little people—why\n did I never see you before?\"", "And with that the little people\n suddenly appeared.", "I saw? Not children, but a\n group of little people, hard at work.", "Come without the little people here\n for us to believe in every now and\n then?\nTranscriber's Note:\nThis etext was produced from", "the little people. It happens every\n so often, though not as frequently\n as it did a century ago. But knowing\n a spaceship at first glance! Well, I\n must confess that", "of the little people as\n long as he shall live!\"", "that the small people with their\n quick eyes and clever fingers could\n spot all sorts of minute shortcomings\n was a great help. And I was\n hearing the old tongue and talking", "of the trees, not wanting to deprive\n any small scalawags of their pleasure,\n and peered out between the\n branches. And what do you suppose", "but Keech and his people made a\n canopy of boughs and leaves and I\n was comfortable enough. Every once\n in a while someone from the town", "And they all began running, in\n as many directions as there were\n little souls. They began to scurry\n behind the trees and bushes, and a\n sloping embankment nearby.", "\"Hear me now, little people! If you\n don't show yourselves and come out\n and talk to me, I'll wreck this spaceship\n from stem to stern!\"", "I would halt work, pass the time\n of day, and then, in subtle fashion,\n send the intruder on his way. Keech\n and the little people just stood by\n and grinned all the while." ], [ "I'll give you reason enough.\n The pot o' gold, Mr. Houlihan!\"", "time I ever heard such a speech\n from a mortal.\" He turned to his\n people. \"We'll have three cheers\n now, do you hear, for Mr. Houlihan—friend", "\"Listen to me now, little people!\"\n I called out. \"My name's\n Houlihan of the Roscommon Houlihans.", "\"And mine's Houlihan, as I've\n told you. Are you convinced now\n that I have no intention of doing\n you any injury?\"", "\"Ha!\" said Keech, grinning, but\n not with humor, \"the avarice of\n humans! I knew it! Well, Mr. Houlihan,", "\"Truly we are, Mr. Houlihan.\n Now—to business. Just during\n these last few minutes a certain matter", "\"Any Irishman wants to talk, Mr.\n Houlihan.\"", "\"Mr. Houlihan,\" said Keech,\n \"you will not be forgotten by the\n leprechauns. If we ever meet again,\n upon another world perchance,\n you'll find our friendship always\n eager and ready.\"", "Come without the little people here\n for us to believe in every now and\n then?\nTranscriber's Note:\nThis etext was produced from", "has just now crossed my mind, Mr.\n Houlihan that you, being a scientist,\n might be of help to us.\"", "Then I waited, but they didn't\n answer. The little people always\n had been shy. Yet without reaching\n a decision in so many words I knew", "\"Thank you, Mr. Houlihan,\" said\n Keech. All his people had gathered\n in a loose circle, as though attending\n a rite. They were all looking at\n me quietly.", "It would go down in scientific\n literature now, I suppose, as Houlihan's\n Equation, and that was honor", "\"Mr. Houlihan,\" said Keech,\n drawing a kind of peppered dignity\n up about himself, \"in such matters", "\"And now, Mr. Houlihan,\" said\n Keech, \"I'll see that a quantity of\n gold is delivered to your rooms tonight,\n and so keep my part of the\n bargain.\"", "I nodded and looked grave and\n kneaded my chin for a moment softly.\n \"Well, now, Keech,\" I said\n finally, \"why should I help you?\"", "He shook his head and remained\n standing. \"Have your say, Mr.\n Houlihan. And afterward we'll appreciate\n it if you'll go away and\n leave us to our work.\"", "around us—and I'm still\n able to see the little people—why\n did I never see you before?\"", "named Kevin Francis Houlihan.\n But I am, after all, a scientist. If I\n had not been a specialist in my field\n I would hardly have found myself", "course truly believin' in us. I don't\n know—'tis a thing of the mind, and\n not important at the moment.\n What's important is for us to get" ], [ "course truly believin' in us. I don't\n know—'tis a thing of the mind, and\n not important at the moment.\n What's important is for us to get", "\"Ohhh!\" he said and put his\n palms to his cheekbones. \"Saints be\n with us! He's a believer! Run everybody—run\n for your lives!\"", "I see I shall have to explain this,\n although I had hoped to get right\n along with my story. When you", "I am never fully convinced. After\n living for many centuries I am all\n too acutely aware of the perversity\n of human nature.\"", "\"Well,\" said Keech in surprise,\n and in some awe, too, \"well, now,\n musha Lord help us! 'Tis the first", "Come without the little people here\n for us to believe in every now and\n then?\nTranscriber's Note:\nThis etext was produced from", "become convinced they could\nnever\nbe seen here in America. I had\n never seen them so busy, either.\n They were building something in", "\"Well, if I may use an old expression,\n we've had a feelin' lately\n that we're not long for this world.\n Or let me put it this way. We feel\n the world isn't long for itself.\"", "\"How?\" I asked.\n\n\n \"Well, I might try starting at the\n beginning,\" he replied.\n\n\n \"You might,\" I said. \"A man\n usually does.\"", "time I ever heard such a speech\n from a mortal.\" He turned to his\n people. \"We'll have three cheers\n now, do you hear, for Mr. Houlihan—friend", "people in—oh, close to thirty years.\n I had seen them first as a boy of\n eight, and then, very briefly again,\n on my tenth birthday. And I had", "\"I am surprised from time to\n time to find myself here,\" I said.\n \"But continue.\"\n\n\n \"We had to come here,\" said\n Keech, \"to learn how to make a\n spaceship.\"", "Then I waited, but they didn't\n answer. The little people always\n had been shy. Yet without reaching\n a decision in so many words I knew", "\"Ha!\" said Keech, grinning, but\n not with humor, \"the avarice of\n humans! I knew it! Well, Mr. Houlihan,", "\"Truly we are, Mr. Houlihan.\n Now—to business. Just during\n these last few minutes a certain matter", "\"And often that's\nall\nhe wants,\"\n I said. \"Sit down with me now, and\n stop staring as if I were a snake\n returned to the Island.\"", "Which we're buildin' here and\n now. We've spied upon you and\n learned how to do it. Well—almost\n how to do it. We haven't learned", "\"Mr. Houlihan,\" said Keech,\n \"you will not be forgotten by the\n leprechauns. If we ever meet again,\n upon another world perchance,\n you'll find our friendship always\n eager and ready.\"", "a spaceship. I was surprised enough\n when you told me you could see us\n but not overwhelmingly so. I've run\n into believers before who could see", "\"Do you understand? I'll give\n you until I count three to make an\n appearance! One!\"\n\n\n The glade remained deathly silent.\n\n\n \"Two!\"" ] ]

[ "What is significant about the captain's initial reaction to Mr. Janssens attache case being stolen?", "Which is not a reason the captain does not want to create a police force?", "What is the significance of the story's title?", "Which of these is true about the Red Mask?", "Why does Captain Branson warn Ellason that he won't be able to publish his observations?", "Which is true about the role of Interstellar in this story?", "Which of these is not true about Harrel Critten?", "Which of these was not an effect of giving the police force half-powered staters?", "What is the relationship between Captain Branson and Harrel Critten?" ]

[ [ "It reveals his negligence as a leader", "It proves that the captain does not think anything could be wrong", "It shows that the captain wants to give people the impression that he thinks the passengers are all okay", "It shows the passengers that the captain cannot be trusted" ], [ "He doesn't want to violate the trust of the crew", "He does not have people to spare", "He doesn't think it's part of his job", "He figures passengers will eventually be blamed" ], [ "There is a reporter on board to act as a set of eyes to keep passengers from acting up", "It hints at the importance of the balance of weight on the ship for successful mission", "There is a man on board hired specifically to act as the weight to keep the others balanced", "It refers to the fact that a lot of belongings are thrown overboard" ], [ "He is entirely harmless and it just looks like he's trouble", "He is a passenger looking for some entertainment", "He throws the passengers' belongings overboard", "He does not hesitate to use physical violence" ], [ "He knows there are secrets too gruesome for public consumption", "He is going to ask Ellason to sign a Non-Disclosure Agreement", "He does not think they will make it back to Earth alive", "He will be observing an inside job meant to protect the crew " ], [ "They hire Ellason so that memories of the journey can be documented for the families who are traveling", "They hire the Red Mask so that they can make back some of the costs of running the mission", "They hire the Red Mask as well as a reporter to make it look like they have nothing to hide", "They are the company who hired Ellason in order to get to the bottom of why the missions are going awry" ], [ "He was in cahoots with the captain all along", "He is a member of the crew", "He was hired by the same people as the reporter was", "He is killed in order to protect the secret of the Red Mask" ], [ "It caused some issues while the police force got trigger-happy, adding to the paranoia", "It made the ship's environment safer now that the police were armed", "The passenger police force felt they had some power", "It was what allowed the Red Mask to finally acquire a weapon" ], [ "They both just wanted to get the expedition done so they could settle on a new planet", "They let their tension grew between them with their opposite goals", "They were old friends working together for the good of the ship", "They were colleagues in multiple capacities" ] ]

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[ [ "which went to all hands and passengers. In the Bulletin the captain\n appealed to the thief to return the case to Mr. Janssen. He said it\n was significant that all en route had passed stability tests, and that", "Attendant to taking notes on this incident, Ellason noted a strange\n thing. Janssen lived in that part of the ship known as the First", "On the thirty-fourth day a witness turned up who said he had seen a\n man emerging from Janssen's compartment with the black case. \"I didn't\n think anything of it at the time,\" Jamieson Dievers said.", "bearings but nonexistent things, and values are altered if they are not\n shown the way.\nThe theft of Carver Janssen's attache case occurred on the thirty-first", "Janssen's case contained vegetable and flower seeds—thousands of\n them, according to the Captain's Bulletin, the ship's daily newsletter", "Ellason's first thought was that he must be a stowaway, but then he\n remembered the face, and Captain Branson, who came to have a look at", "\"What does he want that stuff for?\" Casey Stromberg, a passenger\n doctor, asked. \"I can see him taking my narcotics, my doctor's kit—but\n my dead wife's picture? That I don't understand.\"", "Ellason was startled. While he had considered the possibility, he had\n not dwelt on it. Now it loomed large in his mind. \"I don't understand,\n Captain Branson. It seems to me—\"", "\"You wonder at my reluctance, Mr. Ellason,\" Captain Branson said. \"But\n suppose I assign the crew to patrol duties, the culprit isn't caught,", "Critten looked him square in the eye and said, \"I threw it out one of\n the escape chutes. Does that answer your question?\"\n\n\n \"Threw it away?\" Tarper and the crowd were incredulous.", "Captain Branson will say they were found somewhere on the ship. You\n see, I was a liar.\"", "She said the culprit was a husky man wearing a red rubber mask, and\n though her description of what he had done did not appear in the story\n in the newsletter, it lost no time in penetrating every compartment of\n the ship.", "\"Well, Critten,\" Branson roared at him, \"what have you got to say for\n yourself?\"\n\n\n \"Go to hell,\" Critten said quietly. As if it were an afterthought, he\n spat at the captain.", "in the belt and had died of a severe beating. He said that since the\n incident occurred in the staff section of the ship, his crew would be\n forced to submit to a thorough inspection in an effort to find the", "\"What's that?\"\n\n\n \"This ship is only so wide, so long and so deep. If every inch is\n searched, you'll find your man. He has to be somewhere aboard.\"", "The captain's briefing room was crowded, the air was heavy with the\n breathing of so many men, and the ventilators could not quite clear the\n air of tobacco smoke that drifted aimlessly here and there before it\n was caught and whisked away.", "But the point is, we know all this, and knowing it, we shouldn't let it\n happen. We've got to find that thief.\"", "\"It is not my desire to interfere in passenger affairs,\" he said.\n \"Insofar as the ship is concerned, it is my duty to make certain no", "Captain Branson's eyes sought his several times as Branson listened\n to final reports from his engineers, record keepers, fuel men,\n computermen, and all the rest. He grunted his approval or disapproval,", "The council issued orders that all passengers from now on would be\n required to lock their compartments at all times. More guns were\n obtained from the captain. More policemen were appointed." ], [ "crewman is guilty. This I am doing. But my crew is not and cannot be\n a police force for you. It is up to you people to police and protect\n yourselves.\"", "Tom Tilbury, Fourth Quadrant leader, said, \"We want to set up a police\n force, Captain. We want stunners.\"", "\"You wonder at my reluctance, Mr. Ellason,\" Captain Branson said. \"But\n suppose I assign the crew to patrol duties, the culprit isn't caught,", "Branson remained seated behind his desk, unperturbed, saying, \"I have\n no crewmen to spare for police duty.\"", "We've got him on the run, the colonists said.\n\n\n He's afraid to do anything, now that we've got police protection, they\n said smugly.", "The Quadrant Council confronted the captain, demanding weapons.\n\n\n \"Are you out of your minds?\" Branson exclaimed.", "\"It is not my desire to interfere in passenger affairs,\" he said.\n \"Insofar as the ship is concerned, it is my duty to make certain no", "\"If we had had a gun, we'd have got Red Mask,\" Tilbury said.\n\n\n \"And I might have a murder on my conscience.\"", "\"There's no law against it,\" Branson said, \"but it's a rule of mine\n that no weapons are to be issued en route.\"", "Ellason was startled. While he had considered the possibility, he had\n not dwelt on it. Now it loomed large in his mind. \"I don't understand,\n Captain Branson. It seems to me—\"", "Ellason left, feeling uneasy. If he were Branson, he'd initiate an\n investigation, if nothing else than to prove the crew guiltless. Why", "of police, cracking his knuckles, his eyes glowing at the thought.\n \"We're bound to get him. We've got things worked out to the finest", "\"Do you think it is a member of the crew?\" Branson's eyes were bright.\n \"No, I trust my men. I won't violate that trust.\"", "The council issued orders that all passengers from now on would be\n required to lock their compartments at all times. More guns were\n obtained from the captain. More policemen were appointed.", "They got their guns. Now there were twenty-four policemen on duty in\n the corridors—eight on at a time. Ellason observed that for the first\n time the passengers seemed relaxed.", "\"Well, Critten,\" Branson roared at him, \"what have you got to say for\n yourself?\"\n\n\n \"Go to hell,\" Critten said quietly. As if it were an afterthought, he\n spat at the captain.", "\"I suppose that's problematical,\" Phipps said, \"but I think you will.\n Captain Branson and his fifty crewmen want to return as badly as you", "\"I will not countenance such an act by a crewman,\" Branson said. \"If\n and when he is found, he will be severely dealt with. But he might not", "watchful and accusing. To men unused to it, such a sight numbs,\n compresses, stultifies. He introduces a countermeasure, proof he\n exists, which is any overt act, sometimes violent.", "be a member of the crew. I am ordering an assembly of all passengers at\n nine tomorrow morning in the auditorium. I will speak to you all then.\"\nFaces were angry, tongues were sharp at the meeting, eyes suspicious" ], [ "She said the culprit was a husky man wearing a red rubber mask, and\n though her description of what he had done did not appear in the story\n in the newsletter, it lost no time in penetrating every compartment of\n the ship.", "hurt during any of it, including that Stoneman woman. I was trying to\n rob her when she woke up.\"\nBranson cleared his throat. \"Ah, Ellason about that story. You", "watchful and accusing. To men unused to it, such a sight numbs,\n compresses, stultifies. He introduces a countermeasure, proof he\n exists, which is any overt act, sometimes violent.", "Critten sighed. \"And I'll have to be caught again.\"\nYes, we're anonymous, nameless, we Nillys, for that's what we call", "\"Let me put it differently. Let me say that you will not understand why\n I say that until the journey ends.\" He smiled. \"Perhaps I shouldn't", "\"What does he want that stuff for?\" Casey Stromberg, a passenger\n doctor, asked. \"I can see him taking my narcotics, my doctor's kit—but\n my dead wife's picture? That I don't understand.\"", "because he was a trained observer. They wanted facts, not gibberish.\n But to ask a man to give up two years of his life—well, that was", "death.\nDuring sleep time on the seventy-ninth day Barbara Stoneman, awakened\n by a strange sound, sat up in the bed of her compartment to find a", "Attendant to taking notes on this incident, Ellason noted a strange\n thing. Janssen lived in that part of the ship known as the First", "Branson detained him after the others had gone. \"One thing, Mr.\n Ellason. To make it easier for you, I suggest you think of this journey\n strictly from the observer viewpoint. There will be no story for\n Transworld at the end.\"", "\"It is not my desire to interfere in passenger affairs,\" he said.\n \"Insofar as the ship is concerned, it is my duty to make certain no", "in the belt and had died of a severe beating. He said that since the\n incident occurred in the staff section of the ship, his crew would be\n forced to submit to a thorough inspection in an effort to find the", "He made himself comfortable in his seven-foot-by-seven-foot cubicle,\n which is to say he dropped on his bed, found it more comfortable than", "day out. In Ellason's mind the incident, though insignificant from the\n standpoint of the ship as a whole, could very well be the cause of", ".\"\nBeing a Nilly is important, probably as important as running the ship,\n and I think it is this thought that keeps us satisfied, willing to be\n what we are.", "and a solitary ceiling molding tube-light. This would be his home for\n a year, just as there were homes like it for three thousand others,\n except that the family rooms would be larger. His quarters were near", "\"And what will you do when you get him?\"\n\n\n \"Kill him,\" Tilbury said, licking his lips, his eyes glowing more\n fiercely than ever.", "bearings but nonexistent things, and values are altered if they are not\n shown the way.\nThe theft of Carver Janssen's attache case occurred on the thirty-first", "which went to all hands and passengers. In the Bulletin the captain\n appealed to the thief to return the case to Mr. Janssen. He said it\n was significant that all en route had passed stability tests, and that", "Branson smiled. \"It made the time pass quickly and interestingly for\n the passengers.\"\n\n\n \"To say nothing of me,\" Critten said." ], [ "Red Mask did.\nOn the 101st day he was seen in a corridor in Quadrant Four. Emil\n Pierce, policeman on duty, managed to squeeze off several shots at his\n retreating figure.", "in a red mask was seen hurrying from the hospital area, and a staff\n investigation revealed that Palugger had died trying to prevent the\n theft of the belt.", "\"Didn't you think that was important?\" Branson asked in an outraged\n voice. \"A man wearing a red mask?\"", "Ellason brightened. \"And by that time everybody was seeing Red Mask\n everywhere and the colonists organized against him.\"\n\n\n \"Gave them something to do,\" Branson said.", "Red Mask was seen again on the 120th day, on the 135th day, and the\n 157th day. He was seen, shot at, but not hit. He was also unable to\n commit any crime.", "man in a red mask in her room. Her cries brought neighbors into the\n corridor. The flight of the man was witnessed by many, and several men", "She said the culprit was a husky man wearing a red rubber mask, and\n though her description of what he had done did not appear in the story\n in the newsletter, it lost no time in penetrating every compartment of\n the ship.", "Branson asked him to describe the man.\n\n\n \"Oh, he was about six feet tall, stocky build, and he wore a red rubber\n mask that covered his head completely.\"", "personal value. It seemed to be the work of a madman. If Red Mask\n wanted to make everyone furious, he certainly succeeded.", "Let Red Mask move against armed men, they said.\n\n\n Yeah, let him see what happens now.", "\"If we had had a gun, we'd have got Red Mask,\" Tilbury said.\n\n\n \"And I might have a murder on my conscience.\"", "a psychotic. But I don't believe Jamieson Dievers. It may well be he's\n the psychotic.\" He snorted. \"Red rubber mask! I think I'll have Dievers", "Red Mask was stunned in Quadrant Four in a corridor by a policeman\n named Terryl Placer on the 201st day. The criminal was carried to the", "trigger-happy policemen thought their movements suspicious, about one\n man's suspicion of another and the ensuing search of compartments,\n people who saw Red Mask here, saw him there. Hardly a day went by", "But on the 170th day calamity struck. Red Mask appropriated one of the\n stunners, made his way down one whole corridor section in Quadrant Two,", "No mask was found. No mask, no case, no money, no man.", "assembly room surrounded by guards, for he surely would have been\n mauled, if not killed, by angry colonists who crowded around. In the\n assembly hall his mask was whipped off. The crowd gasped. Nobody knew", "\"How can we protect ourselves without stunners?\" one colonist called\n out.\n\n\n \"Has Red Mask a gun?\" Branson retorted. \"It seems to me you have a\n better weapon than any gun.\"", "Dievers shrugged. \"This is a spaceship. How would I know whether a red\n mask—or a blue or green one—does or doesn't belong on a spaceship?\"", "inspection teams permanent, to await further moves on the part of Red\n Mask. The Quadrant Council held periodic meetings to set up a method of\n trial for him when he was caught. It was all recorded in the newsletter" ], [ "Ellason was startled. While he had considered the possibility, he had\n not dwelt on it. Now it loomed large in his mind. \"I don't understand,\n Captain Branson. It seems to me—\"", "\"And you, Mr. Ellason, were along to observe it all,\" Captain Branson\n put in. \"Interstellar wanted an accurate picture of this. If it worked,\n they told me they'd use it on other trips to Antheon.\"", "Branson detained him after the others had gone. \"One thing, Mr.\n Ellason. To make it easier for you, I suggest you think of this journey\n strictly from the observer viewpoint. There will be no story for\n Transworld at the end.\"", "Ellason said regretfully that he did understand.\n\n\n \"The colonists will never know the truth,\" Branson went on. \"There will\n be other ships outward bound.\"", "\"You wonder at my reluctance, Mr. Ellason,\" Captain Branson said. \"But\n suppose I assign the crew to patrol duties, the culprit isn't caught,", "Ellason's first thought was that he must be a stowaway, but then he\n remembered the face, and Captain Branson, who came to have a look at", "have mentioned it.\"\nEllason left the captain's quarters with an odd taste in his mouth. Now\n why had Branson said that? Why hadn't Rexroad or Phipps said something,", "\"Gentlemen,\" Branson said at last, as Ellason knew he would, \"I want\n to introduce Keith Ellason, whose presence Interstellar has impressed", "\"Yes,\" Ellason said, \"but what if the intruder is a crewman?\"\n\n\n \"I know my men,\" Branson said flatly.", "Ellason was present when a delegation from the Third Quadrant called on\n Captain Branson, demanding action.", "Ellason left, feeling uneasy. If he were Branson, he'd initiate an\n investigation, if nothing else than to prove the crew guiltless. Why", "Ellason had to smile at that. What did Captain Branson think of those\n colonists who killed each other on the\nWeblor I", "When Ellason saw Branson about it, the captain said, \"Of course I\n realize it takes only a little thing like this to set things off. I\n know people get tired of seeing each other, playing the same tapes,", "hurt during any of it, including that Stoneman woman. I was trying to\n rob her when she woke up.\"\nBranson cleared his throat. \"Ah, Ellason about that story. You", "which it always is.\nThe\nWeblor II\nwas only one day out of orbit when Captain Branson sent\n for Ellason and introduced him to the executed man.", "\"If it is true,\" Branson told Ellason, \"the theft must be the work of", "and tempers short. Above it all was the overpowering presence of\n Captain Branson speaking to them.", "Captain Branson's eyes sought his several times as Branson listened\n to final reports from his engineers, record keepers, fuel men,\n computermen, and all the rest. He grunted his approval or disapproval,", "Captain Branson will say they were found somewhere on the ship. You\n see, I was a liar.\"", "\"Well, Critten,\" Branson roared at him, \"what have you got to say for\n yourself?\"\n\n\n \"Go to hell,\" Critten said quietly. As if it were an afterthought, he\n spat at the captain." ], [ "of the outer reaches, and I'm not alone, although there aren't very\n many of us, never were.\nIt made sense. Interstellar was new and they wanted him on the ship", "Interstellar asked me to go along. But what use am I now? Where am\n I going to get seeds like those? Do you know how long it took me to", "\"Gentlemen,\" Branson said at last, as Ellason knew he would, \"I want\n to introduce Keith Ellason, whose presence Interstellar has impressed", "\"Let me get this straight. Interstellar thought that it was idleness\n and boredom that caused the killings on the\nWeblor I\n, so they had you\n trained to be a scapegoat. Is that right?\"", "decision of Interstellar was that the colonists started a revolution\n far out in space, that it was fanned by the ignorance of Captain\n Sessions in dealing with such matters.", "Interstellar Chief Rexroad knocked the dottle from his pipe in a tray,\n saying, \"Transworld Press is willing to let you have a leave of\n abscence, if you're interested.\"", "\"And you, Mr. Ellason, were along to observe it all,\" Captain Branson\n put in. \"Interstellar wanted an accurate picture of this. If it worked,\n they told me they'd use it on other trips to Antheon.\"", "The\nWeblor II\nhad been built in space, as had its predecessor, the\nWeblor I\n, at a tremendous cost. Basically, it was an instrument", "And so, Ellason observed in his notebook, are wars created.\nSeen in space, stars are unmoving, silent, sterile bright eyes ever", "\"It is not my desire to interfere in passenger affairs,\" he said.\n \"Insofar as the ship is concerned, it is my duty to make certain no", "Rexroad said very gravely, \"We've got the finest captain in\n Interplanetary. Harvey Branson. No doubt you've heard of him. He's", "Branson detained him after the others had gone. \"One thing, Mr.\n Ellason. To make it easier for you, I suggest you think of this journey\n strictly from the observer viewpoint. There will be no story for\n Transworld at the end.\"", "\"Assuming no accident in space,\" Phipps said, \"it was a wrong decision.\n They probably took over the ship.\"\n\n\n \"And now,\" Ellason said, \"you're going to try again.\"", "looking at the stars from the observation dome, walking down the same\n corridors, reading the same books, eating the same meals, though God\n knows we try to vary it as much as we can. Space creates rough edges.", ".\"\nBeing a Nilly is important, probably as important as running the ship,\n and I think it is this thought that keeps us satisfied, willing to be\n what we are.", "Attendant to taking notes on this incident, Ellason noted a strange\n thing. Janssen lived in that part of the ship known as the First", "which would open distant vistas to colonization, reducing the\n shoulder-to-shoulder pressure of a crowded solar system. A gigantic,\n hollow spike, the ship would never land anywhere, but would circle", "\"You were excellent,\" Ellason said.\n\n\n \"Can't say I enjoyed the role,\" said Critten, \"but I think it saved\n lives.\"", "COUNTERWEIGHT\nBy JERRY SOHL\nEvery town has crime—but\n \nespecially a town that is\n \ntraveling from star to star!\n[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "He looked at his watch, picked up his notebook and made an entry. The\n ship right now would be slipping ever so slowly away from Earth. He got" ], [ "him, unhappily admitted the man was a member of the crew. His name was\n Harrel Critten and he was a record keeper third class.", "\"Hello,\" Critten said, grinning from ear to ear.\n\n\n \"I figured as much,\" Ellason said. \"I've been doing a lot of thinking.\"", "\"You were excellent,\" Ellason said.\n\n\n \"Can't say I enjoyed the role,\" said Critten, \"but I think it saved\n lives.\"", "\"Well, Critten,\" Branson roared at him, \"what have you got to say for\n yourself?\"\n\n\n \"Go to hell,\" Critten said quietly. As if it were an afterthought, he\n spat at the captain.", "Critten looked him square in the eye and said, \"I threw it out one of\n the escape chutes. Does that answer your question?\"\n\n\n \"Threw it away?\" Tarper and the crowd were incredulous.", "matter, Critten did a good job. He was trained by an old friend of mine\n for this job, Gelthorpe Nill. Nill used to be in counter-espionage when\n there were wars.\"", "Ellason nodded. \"No time for brooding, for differences of opinion on\n small matters. Just time to hate Mr. Critten. Unanimously.\"\n\n\n \"Probably,\" Critten said, \"you are wondering about the execution.\"", "Branson smiled. \"It made the time pass quickly and interestingly for\n the passengers.\"\n\n\n \"To say nothing of me,\" Critten said.", "Critten grinned again. \"She played right into our hands. She ran out\n into the hall claiming I'd attacked her, which I did not. She was", "Critten nodded. \"When great numbers are being transported, they are apt\n to magnify each little event because so little happens. It was my job\n to see that they directed none of their venom against each other or the\n crew, only toward me.\"", "They executed Harrel Critten on the morning of the 270th day with\n blasts from six stunners supplied with full power. It was witnessed", "Critten sighed. \"And I'll have to be caught again.\"\nYes, we're anonymous, nameless, we Nillys, for that's what we call", "It was a long trial—from the 220th to the 241st day—and there didn't\n seem to be much doubt about the outcome, for Critten didn't help his\n own cause during any of it.", "It was the same with others. \"The man's insane, Mr. Ellason. Positively\n insane.\" Many people said it.", "\"Sure,\" Critten said. \"You colonists got the easy life as passengers,\n just sitting around. I had to work my head off keeping records for you\n lazy bastards.\"\n\n\n The verdict was, of course, death.", "hurt during any of it, including that Stoneman woman. I was trying to\n rob her when she woke up.\"\nBranson cleared his throat. \"Ah, Ellason about that story. You", "Lemuel Tarper, who was appointed prosecutor, asked him, \"What did you\n do with the loot, Critten?\"", "a psychotic. But I don't believe Jamieson Dievers. It may well be he's\n the psychotic.\" He snorted. \"Red rubber mask! I think I'll have Dievers", "Attendant to taking notes on this incident, Ellason noted a strange\n thing. Janssen lived in that part of the ship known as the First", "because he was a trained observer. They wanted facts, not gibberish.\n But to ask a man to give up two years of his life—well, that was" ], [ "Tilbury said, \"We've also thought of that. Suppose you supply us with\n half-power stunners? That way we can stun but not kill.\"", "Tom Tilbury, Fourth Quadrant leader, said, \"We want to set up a police\n force, Captain. We want stunners.\"", "They got their guns. Now there were twenty-four policemen on duty in\n the corridors—eight on at a time. Ellason observed that for the first\n time the passengers seemed relaxed.", "of police, cracking his knuckles, his eyes glowing at the thought.\n \"We're bound to get him. We've got things worked out to the finest", "We've got him on the run, the colonists said.\n\n\n He's afraid to do anything, now that we've got police protection, they\n said smugly.", "\"Every time things got dull, I livened them up. I got a stunner and\n robbed along the corridor. That really stirred them. Lucky nobody got", "The council issued orders that all passengers from now on would be\n required to lock their compartments at all times. More guns were\n obtained from the captain. More policemen were appointed.", "Red Mask was stunned in Quadrant Four in a corridor by a policeman\n named Terryl Placer on the 201st day. The criminal was carried to the", "But on the 170th day calamity struck. Red Mask appropriated one of the\n stunners, made his way down one whole corridor section in Quadrant Two,", "Red Mask did.\nOn the 101st day he was seen in a corridor in Quadrant Four. Emil\n Pierce, policeman on duty, managed to squeeze off several shots at his\n retreating figure.", "crewman is guilty. This I am doing. But my crew is not and cannot be\n a police force for you. It is up to you people to police and protect\n yourselves.\"", "watchful and accusing. To men unused to it, such a sight numbs,\n compresses, stultifies. He introduces a countermeasure, proof he\n exists, which is any overt act, sometimes violent.", "trigger-happy policemen thought their movements suspicious, about one\n man's suspicion of another and the ensuing search of compartments,\n people who saw Red Mask here, saw him there. Hardly a day went by", "\"How can we protect ourselves without stunners?\" one colonist called\n out.\n\n\n \"Has Red Mask a gun?\" Branson retorted. \"It seems to me you have a\n better weapon than any gun.\"", "\"If we had had a gun, we'd have got Red Mask,\" Tilbury said.\n\n\n \"And I might have a murder on my conscience.\"", "Ellason brightened. \"And by that time everybody was seeing Red Mask\n everywhere and the colonists organized against him.\"\n\n\n \"Gave them something to do,\" Branson said.", "because he was a trained observer. They wanted facts, not gibberish.\n But to ask a man to give up two years of his life—well, that was", "She said the culprit was a husky man wearing a red rubber mask, and\n though her description of what he had done did not appear in the story\n in the newsletter, it lost no time in penetrating every compartment of\n the ship.", "Branson remained seated behind his desk, unperturbed, saying, \"I have\n no crewmen to spare for police duty.\"", "in the belt and had died of a severe beating. He said that since the\n incident occurred in the staff section of the ship, his crew would be\n forced to submit to a thorough inspection in an effort to find the" ], [ "\"Well, Critten,\" Branson roared at him, \"what have you got to say for\n yourself?\"\n\n\n \"Go to hell,\" Critten said quietly. As if it were an afterthought, he\n spat at the captain.", "Rexroad said very gravely, \"We've got the finest captain in\n Interplanetary. Harvey Branson. No doubt you've heard of him. He's", "Branson smiled. \"It made the time pass quickly and interestingly for\n the passengers.\"\n\n\n \"To say nothing of me,\" Critten said.", "and tempers short. Above it all was the overpowering presence of\n Captain Branson speaking to them.", "Ellason's first thought was that he must be a stowaway, but then he\n remembered the face, and Captain Branson, who came to have a look at", "Ellason was startled. While he had considered the possibility, he had\n not dwelt on it. Now it loomed large in his mind. \"I don't understand,\n Captain Branson. It seems to me—\"", "\"You wonder at my reluctance, Mr. Ellason,\" Captain Branson said. \"But\n suppose I assign the crew to patrol duties, the culprit isn't caught,", "Captain Branson's eyes sought his several times as Branson listened\n to final reports from his engineers, record keepers, fuel men,\n computermen, and all the rest. He grunted his approval or disapproval,", "Captain Branson will say they were found somewhere on the ship. You\n see, I was a liar.\"", "him, unhappily admitted the man was a member of the crew. His name was\n Harrel Critten and he was a record keeper third class.", "\"And you, Mr. Ellason, were along to observe it all,\" Captain Branson\n put in. \"Interstellar wanted an accurate picture of this. If it worked,\n they told me they'd use it on other trips to Antheon.\"", "Ellason had to smile at that. What did Captain Branson think of those\n colonists who killed each other on the\nWeblor I", "hurt during any of it, including that Stoneman woman. I was trying to\n rob her when she woke up.\"\nBranson cleared his throat. \"Ah, Ellason about that story. You", "\"Gentlemen,\" Branson said at last, as Ellason knew he would, \"I want\n to introduce Keith Ellason, whose presence Interstellar has impressed", "\"I suppose that's problematical,\" Phipps said, \"but I think you will.\n Captain Branson and his fifty crewmen want to return as badly as you", "have mentioned it.\"\nEllason left the captain's quarters with an odd taste in his mouth. Now\n why had Branson said that? Why hadn't Rexroad or Phipps said something,", "\"Yes,\" Ellason said, \"but what if the intruder is a crewman?\"\n\n\n \"I know my men,\" Branson said flatly.", "Captain Branson did not wait for the newsletter. Through the ship's\n speaker system, he reported that Palugger had a fortune in credits", "When Ellason saw Branson about it, the captain said, \"Of course I\n realize it takes only a little thing like this to set things off. I\n know people get tired of seeing each other, playing the same tapes,", "\"Do you think it is a member of the crew?\" Branson's eyes were bright.\n \"No, I trust my men. I won't violate that trust.\"" ] ]

[ "What is Major Banes' opinion of Lt. Alice Britton's husband?", "What is the importance of White Sands?", "Why do the astronouts have to wait to talk to White Sands?", "How does the relationship between Lt. Britton and Mj. Banes change over the course of the story?", "What is the role of the British accent?", "Why did Lt. Britton go into labor 7.5mo after becoming pregnant?", "Why did Lt. Britton laugh at Major Banes' anxiety?", "Which is not a reason Major Banes does not feel prepared to deliver a baby?", "Which is not true about why a baby has to be delivered in a small room on the Station?", "What does Lt. Britton think of her husband Jim?" ]

[ [ "He thinks highly of his ability but not about his personality", "He thinks he's very skilled as a pilot and a great husband too", "He doesn't think much of him at all", "He thinks he's a talentless impulsive man who bought his way to his position" ], [ "It's where the only doctors who can offer advice are stationed", "It is where Lt. Britton's family lives", "This is where Lt. Britton wants to start her family", "It's where the base is that can send help" ], [ "Some of their communication systems are down", "They have to wait until they are in the right place in orbit to send a signal", "It takes a couple of hours for a signal to get to Earth", "They are waiting on a response from the base so they have more information" ], [ "The tension between them increases as Major Banes becomes more frustrated at the situation", "There is strong tension between them that does not subside", "They become more cordial as they try to keep each other calm", "Major Banes becomes more stressed about Lt. Britton throughout, though he is no longer angry" ], [ "To comfort Lt. Britton when she is going into labor", "To show Major Banes reverting to his natural accent when stressed", "To call out the Brittons who Major Banes is angry with", "To make a joke to relieve some stress" ], [ "The environment of outer space speeds up the amount of time a baby needs to develop", "She had to induce labor to time it right so that the would be safe", "She needed to have the baby before she could return to Earth so she had to induce labor", "An accident on board pushed labor to start early" ], [ "The British accent he used as a coping mechanism sounded ridiculous", "He had forgotten to order the simplest of supplies", "She didn't think his worries were an actual problem", "She already had the equipment he thought he was missing" ], [ "He was not trained as a doctor", "It was a surprise when Lt. Britton went into labor", "His medical expertise was in other areas", "He did not think he had all the proper equipment" ], [ "It was the only space available for the delivery", "The oxygen levels in the baby's environment had to be carefully controlled", "Returning to Earth while pregnant would be too dangerous for the baby", "The temperature in the med bay was not safe for the baby" ], [ "She's frustrated with him for getting her pregnant when she'd be on the Station", "She's disappointed that he can't be there for the delivery", "She loves his dedication to his piloting", "She is excited that he'll be on board as soon as he can" ] ]

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[ [ "Alice Britton closed her eyes. Major Banes was all smiles and cheer\n now, but he hadn't been that way five months ago. She chuckled softly\n to herself as she thought of his blistering speech.", "And he had looked up at her scathingly. \"Lieutenant Britton, it is\n my personal opinion that you need your head examined, and not by a", "He stopped. Alice was bubbling up with laughter.\n\n\n \"Lieutenant! Lieutenant Britton! Alice! This is no time to get\n hysterical! Stop it!\"", "Major Banes looked at her and smiled a little. \"How do you feel,\n Lieutenant?\"", "Banes' next stop was the hospital ward.\n\n\n Alice Britton was resting quietly, but there were lines of strain\n around her eyes which hadn't been there an hour before.", "Major Peter Banes, haggard but smiling, met Captain Britton in the\n corridor as he and the colonel entered the hospital ward.", "It was a few minutes of ten when he decided he'd better get back to\n Alice Britton. She was trying to read a book between spasms, but she\n wasn't getting much read. She dropped it to the floor when he came in.", "\"Lieutenant Britton, you're either careless or brainless; I don't\n know which! Your husband may be the finest rocket jockey in the Space", "The nurse left quietly. She knew Banes wasn't really angry at the\n Brittons; it was simply his way of letting off steam to ease the\n tension within him.", "\"Excellent, Major!\" said the colonel.\n\n\n \"Don't thank me. It was Captain Britton's wife who—\"", "Banes nodded to Colonel Gates, then turned to Britton. \"I don't know\n whether to congratulate you or take a poke at you, Captain, but I", "the globe beneath them. He had spent the hour typing out a complete\n report of what had happened to Alice Britton and a list of what he\n needed. He handed it to the teletype operator and paced the floor", "Banes had to fight hard to keep his face smiling when she said that,\n but he managed an easy nod. \"We'll see. Don't hurry it, though. Let", "\"You mean—\nalready\n?\"\n\n\n The colonel said nothing, but he raised an eyebrow.\n\n\n \"Over an hour ago,\" said Banes.", "But Captain Britton wasn't listening any more. He was headed toward his\n wife's room at top speed.", "He nodded, then turned back to Alice. \"Stiff uppah lip, and all that\n sort of rot,\" he said in a phony British accent.\n\n\n \"Oh, raw\nther\n, old chap,\" she grinned.", "He went on talking, trying to keep the conversation light, but his eyes\n kept wandering to his wristwatch, timing Alice's pain intervals. They\n were coming too close together to suit him.", "Alice's hands grasped the sheet again, and Banes glanced at his watch.\n Ninety seconds! It was long and hard.", "looks as though the Space Service has released the information to the\n public. Lieutenant Britton's husband was right when he said the whole\n world's praying for her. Do you want to hear the tapes?\"", "\"Am I glad to see you! It won't be long now.\" She looked at him\n analytically. \"Say! Just what\nis\neating you? You look more haggard\n than I do!\"" ], [ "in September, so when White Sands contacted us, they said he was coming\n immediately.\" He paused, and a genuine smile crossed his face. \"Your\n husband is bringing him up.\"", "She smiled back; she knew the pain wouldn't return for a few minutes\n yet. \"Fine, doctor. It's no worse than I was expecting. How long will\n it before we can contact White Sands?\"", "\"Right now, I can't do anything. I can't beam a radio message through\n to the Earth. But as soon as we get within radio range of White Sands,", "now, but as soon as we get within radio range of New Mexico, I'll beam\n a call in.\" He paused, then repeated, \"You just take it easy. Call the", "WHITE SANDS ROCKET BASE 4 JULY 1984 0913 HRS URGENT TO: MAJ PETER", "WHITE SANDS ROCKET BASE 4 JULY 1984 0928 HRS URGENT TO: MAJ PETER", "There, high in the emptiness of space, Space Station One swung in its\n orbit. Once every two hours, the artificial satellite looped completely", "Major Banes was in the Communications Center a full five minutes\n before the coastline of California appeared on the curved horizon of", "THE FORT, BABY, THE WHOLE WORLD IS PRAYING FOR YOU. OUT.\nBanes sat on the edge of his desk, pounding a fist into the palm of", "\"You mean—\nalready\n?\"\n\n\n The colonel said nothing, but he raised an eyebrow.\n\n\n \"Over an hour ago,\" said Banes.", "pinpoint it almost exactly. And at a maximum of half of Earth gravity,\n you shouldn't weigh more than seventy pounds then. You're to report to\n me at least once a week, Lieutenant.\"", "around the planet, watching what went on below. Outside its bright\n steel hull was the silence of the interplanetary vacuum; inside, in the\n hospital ward, Lieutenant Alice Britton clutched at the sheets of her", "the globe beneath them. He had spent the hour typing out a complete\n report of what had happened to Alice Britton and a list of what he\n needed. He handed it to the teletype operator and paced the floor", "station is a kind of incubator itself, you see. It protects us poor,\n weak humans from the terrible conditions of space. So all we had to do", "\"Well, think about something useful! Think about how we're going to\n save that baby!\" He paused as he saw her eyes. \"I'm sorry, Lieutenant.", "Everything had been fine until today. And then, only half an hour ago,\n a meteor had hit the radar room. It had been only a tiny bit of rock,", "She hadn't thought of it before, but the major was right. The terrible\n pressure of a rocket landing would increase her effective body weight", "\"Lieutenant Britton, you're either careless or brainless; I don't\n know which! Your husband may be the finest rocket jockey in the Space", "The self-sealing walls had closed the tiny hole quickly, but even in\n that short time, a lot of air had gone whistling out into the vacuum of\n space.", "Service, but that doesn't give him the right to come blasting up here\n on a supply rocket just to get you pregnant!\"" ], [ "\"Right now, I can't do anything. I can't beam a radio message through\n to the Earth. But as soon as we get within radio range of White Sands,", "She smiled back; she knew the pain wouldn't return for a few minutes\n yet. \"Fine, doctor. It's no worse than I was expecting. How long will\n it before we can contact White Sands?\"", "now, but as soon as we get within radio range of New Mexico, I'll beam\n a call in.\" He paused, then repeated, \"You just take it easy. Call the", "Banes nodded and turned to the operator. \"I want a direct open\n telephone line to my office in case I have to get another message to\n the base before we get out of range again.\"", "in September, so when White Sands contacted us, they said he was coming\n immediately.\" He paused, and a genuine smile crossed his face. \"Your\n husband is bringing him up.\"", "The voice at the other end said: \"This is Communications, Major. I tape\n recorded all the monitor pickups from the Earth radio stations, and it", "\"You mean—\nalready\n?\"\n\n\n The colonel said nothing, but he raised an eyebrow.\n\n\n \"Over an hour ago,\" said Banes.", "pinpoint it almost exactly. And at a maximum of half of Earth gravity,\n you shouldn't weigh more than seventy pounds then. You're to report to\n me at least once a week, Lieutenant.\"", "Major Banes was in the Communications Center a full five minutes\n before the coastline of California appeared on the curved horizon of", "around the planet, watching what went on below. Outside its bright\n steel hull was the silence of the interplanetary vacuum; inside, in the\n hospital ward, Lieutenant Alice Britton clutched at the sheets of her", "There, high in the emptiness of space, Space Station One swung in its\n orbit. Once every two hours, the artificial satellite looped completely", "looks as though the Space Service has released the information to the\n public. Lieutenant Britton's husband was right when he said the whole\n world's praying for her. Do you want to hear the tapes?\"", "station is a kind of incubator itself, you see. It protects us poor,\n weak humans from the terrible conditions of space. So all we had to do", "Banes looked at her, his face expressionless. \"What would we build it\n out of? There's not a spare piece of equipment in the station. It costs\n money to ship material up here, you know. Anything not essential is\n left on the ground.\"", "out. Ask yourself just one question. Ask yourself, 'Why is a space\n station like an incubator?'\"\nSpace Ship Twelve docked at Space Station One at exactly eleven", "The self-sealing walls had closed the tiny hole quickly, but even in\n that short time, a lot of air had gone whistling out into the vacuum of\n space.", "the globe beneath them. He had spent the hour typing out a complete\n report of what had happened to Alice Britton and a list of what he\n needed. He handed it to the teletype operator and paced the floor", "know. I don't even have any references up here; people aren't supposed\n to go around having babies on a space station!\"", "first child born in space. And it's my job to see to it that you're\n both all right.\"", "smoke to calm his raw nerves, but it was strictly against regulations.\n Air was too precious to be used up by smoking. Every bit of air on\n board had had to be carried up in rockets when the station was built" ], [ "Alice Britton closed her eyes. Major Banes was all smiles and cheer\n now, but he hadn't been that way five months ago. She chuckled softly\n to herself as she thought of his blistering speech.", "And he had looked up at her scathingly. \"Lieutenant Britton, it is\n my personal opinion that you need your head examined, and not by a", "Major Banes looked at her and smiled a little. \"How do you feel,\n Lieutenant?\"", "Major Peter Banes, haggard but smiling, met Captain Britton in the\n corridor as he and the colonel entered the hospital ward.", "Banes' next stop was the hospital ward.\n\n\n Alice Britton was resting quietly, but there were lines of strain\n around her eyes which hadn't been there an hour before.", "The nurse left quietly. She knew Banes wasn't really angry at the\n Brittons; it was simply his way of letting off steam to ease the\n tension within him.", "He stopped. Alice was bubbling up with laughter.\n\n\n \"Lieutenant! Lieutenant Britton! Alice! This is no time to get\n hysterical! Stop it!\"", "Banes nodded to Colonel Gates, then turned to Britton. \"I don't know\n whether to congratulate you or take a poke at you, Captain, but I", "\"Lieutenant Britton, you're either careless or brainless; I don't\n know which! Your husband may be the finest rocket jockey in the Space", "\"You mean—\nalready\n?\"\n\n\n The colonel said nothing, but he raised an eyebrow.\n\n\n \"Over an hour ago,\" said Banes.", "It was a few minutes of ten when he decided he'd better get back to\n Alice Britton. She was trying to read a book between spasms, but she\n wasn't getting much read. She dropped it to the floor when he came in.", "Banes had to fight hard to keep his face smiling when she said that,\n but he managed an easy nod. \"We'll see. Don't hurry it, though. Let", "the globe beneath them. He had spent the hour typing out a complete\n report of what had happened to Alice Britton and a list of what he\n needed. He handed it to the teletype operator and paced the floor", "\"Well, think about something useful! Think about how we're going to\n save that baby!\" He paused as he saw her eyes. \"I'm sorry, Lieutenant.", "Banes nodded and turned to the operator. \"I want a direct open\n telephone line to my office in case I have to get another message to\n the base before we get out of range again.\"", "But Captain Britton wasn't listening any more. He was headed toward his\n wife's room at top speed.", "\"Excellent, Major!\" said the colonel.\n\n\n \"Don't thank me. It was Captain Britton's wife who—\"", "looks as though the Space Service has released the information to the\n public. Lieutenant Britton's husband was right when he said the whole\n world's praying for her. Do you want to hear the tapes?\"", "Major Banes was in the Communications Center a full five minutes\n before the coastline of California appeared on the curved horizon of", "around the planet, watching what went on below. Outside its bright\n steel hull was the silence of the interplanetary vacuum; inside, in the\n hospital ward, Lieutenant Alice Britton clutched at the sheets of her" ], [ "He nodded, then turned back to Alice. \"Stiff uppah lip, and all that\n sort of rot,\" he said in a phony British accent.\n\n\n \"Oh, raw\nther\n, old chap,\" she grinned.", "Alice Britton closed her eyes. Major Banes was all smiles and cheer\n now, but he hadn't been that way five months ago. She chuckled softly\n to herself as she thought of his blistering speech.", "And he had looked up at her scathingly. \"Lieutenant Britton, it is\n my personal opinion that you need your head examined, and not by a", "The nurse left quietly. She knew Banes wasn't really angry at the\n Brittons; it was simply his way of letting off steam to ease the\n tension within him.", "He stopped. Alice was bubbling up with laughter.\n\n\n \"Lieutenant! Lieutenant Britton! Alice! This is no time to get\n hysterical! Stop it!\"", "\"You mean—\nalready\n?\"\n\n\n The colonel said nothing, but he raised an eyebrow.\n\n\n \"Over an hour ago,\" said Banes.", "\"Am I glad to see you! It won't be long now.\" She looked at him\n analytically. \"Say! Just what\nis\neating you? You look more haggard\n than I do!\"", "\"Jim! Coming up here? Wonderful! But I'm afraid the colonel will be too\n late. This isn't going to last that long.\"", "Banes' next stop was the hospital ward.\n\n\n Alice Britton was resting quietly, but there were lines of strain\n around her eyes which hadn't been there an hour before.", "\"Excellent, Major!\" said the colonel.\n\n\n \"Don't thank me. It was Captain Britton's wife who—\"", "It was a few minutes of ten when he decided he'd better get back to\n Alice Britton. She was trying to read a book between spasms, but she\n wasn't getting much read. She dropped it to the floor when he came in.", "\"I know. I know.\" A puzzled frown had come over his face then, a frown\n which almost hid the green eyes that contrasted so startlingly with the", "The Chief Nurse at a nearby desk took off her glasses and looked at him\n speculatively. \"Something wrong, doctor?\"\n\n\n \"Incubator,\" he said, without taking his eyes off the clock.", "Banes had to fight hard to keep his face smiling when she said that,\n but he managed an easy nod. \"We'll see. Don't hurry it, though. Let", "The phone rang. Banes picked it up and identified himself.", "Banes slammed his fist to the desk. \"Do you think I give a tinker's dam\n about that? I'm interested in saving a life, not in worrying about what\n people may think!\"", "He forced a nervous smile. \"Nothing but the responsibility. You're\n going to be a very famous woman, you know. You'll be the mother of the", "\"Coffee, of course. Didn't you know that? Papa always heats up the\n water; that keeps him out of the way, and the doctor has coffee\n afterwards.\"", "around the planet, watching what went on below. Outside its bright\n steel hull was the silence of the interplanetary vacuum; inside, in the\n hospital ward, Lieutenant Alice Britton clutched at the sheets of her", "the globe beneath them. He had spent the hour typing out a complete\n report of what had happened to Alice Britton and a list of what he\n needed. He handed it to the teletype operator and paced the floor" ], [ "And he had looked up at her scathingly. \"Lieutenant Britton, it is\n my personal opinion that you need your head examined, and not by a", "The depressurization hadn't hurt her too much, but the shock had been\n enough to start labor. The baby was going to come two months early.", "He stopped. Alice was bubbling up with laughter.\n\n\n \"Lieutenant! Lieutenant Britton! Alice! This is no time to get\n hysterical! Stop it!\"", "\"Lieutenant Britton, you're either careless or brainless; I don't\n know which! Your husband may be the finest rocket jockey in the Space", "around the planet, watching what went on below. Outside its bright\n steel hull was the silence of the interplanetary vacuum; inside, in the\n hospital ward, Lieutenant Alice Britton clutched at the sheets of her", "\"Well, think about something useful! Think about how we're going to\n save that baby!\" He paused as he saw her eyes. \"I'm sorry, Lieutenant.", "It was a few minutes of ten when he decided he'd better get back to\n Alice Britton. She was trying to read a book between spasms, but she\n wasn't getting much read. She dropped it to the floor when he came in.", "But Captain Britton wasn't listening any more. He was headed toward his\n wife's room at top speed.", "Banes' next stop was the hospital ward.\n\n\n Alice Britton was resting quietly, but there were lines of strain\n around her eyes which hadn't been there an hour before.", "Alice Britton closed her eyes. Major Banes was all smiles and cheer\n now, but he hadn't been that way five months ago. She chuckled softly\n to herself as she thought of his blistering speech.", "According to the major, the baby was due sometime around the first of\n September. \"Two hundred and eighty days,\" he had said. \"Luckily, we can", "There was a long pause. Finally, he said softly: \"There isn't any\n incubator. I didn't take the possibility of a premature delivery into", "looks as though the Space Service has released the information to the\n public. Lieutenant Britton's husband was right when he said the whole\n world's praying for her. Do you want to hear the tapes?\"", "His laugh was hard and short. \"Delivery room! I wish to Heaven we had\n one! Prepare the ward room next to the one she's in now, I guess. It's\n the best we have.", "station. Her pregnancy had never made her uncomfortable; the slow\n rotation of the wheel-shaped station about its axis gave an effective\n gravity at the rim only half that of Earth's surface, and the closer to", "his left hand. \"Two hours. It isn't soon enough. She'll never hold out\n that long. And we don't have an incubator.\" His voice was a clipped", "the globe beneath them. He had spent the hour typing out a complete\n report of what had happened to Alice Britton and a list of what he\n needed. He handed it to the teletype operator and paced the floor", "There was a faint rap, and the heavy airtight door swung open to admit\n the Chief Nurse. \"There's a message for you in your office, doctor.\n I'll send a nurse in to be with her.\"", "\"I beg your pardon?\"\n\n\n \"Incubator. We can't deliver a seven-month preemie without an\n incubator.\"", "\"Will we have time? The pains are coming pretty fast now. It will be at\n least three hours before they can get a ship up here. If they miss us" ], [ "Alice Britton closed her eyes. Major Banes was all smiles and cheer\n now, but he hadn't been that way five months ago. She chuckled softly\n to herself as she thought of his blistering speech.", "He stopped. Alice was bubbling up with laughter.\n\n\n \"Lieutenant! Lieutenant Britton! Alice! This is no time to get\n hysterical! Stop it!\"", "Major Peter Banes, haggard but smiling, met Captain Britton in the\n corridor as he and the colonel entered the hospital ward.", "Major Banes looked at her and smiled a little. \"How do you feel,\n Lieutenant?\"", "And he had looked up at her scathingly. \"Lieutenant Britton, it is\n my personal opinion that you need your head examined, and not by a", "The nurse left quietly. She knew Banes wasn't really angry at the\n Brittons; it was simply his way of letting off steam to ease the\n tension within him.", "Banes nodded to Colonel Gates, then turned to Britton. \"I don't know\n whether to congratulate you or take a poke at you, Captain, but I", "The major looked nervously at his wristwatch. \"Nearly an hour. You'll\n be all right.\"", "Banes had to fight hard to keep his face smiling when she said that,\n but he managed an easy nod. \"We'll see. Don't hurry it, though. Let", "\"You mean—\nalready\n?\"\n\n\n The colonel said nothing, but he raised an eyebrow.\n\n\n \"Over an hour ago,\" said Banes.", "Banes' next stop was the hospital ward.\n\n\n Alice Britton was resting quietly, but there were lines of strain\n around her eyes which hadn't been there an hour before.", "The major himself was not so sure. He sat in his office, massaging his\n fingertips and looking worriedly at the clock on the wall.", "Major Banes was in the Communications Center a full five minutes\n before the coastline of California appeared on the curved horizon of", "\"Lieutenant Britton, you're either careless or brainless; I don't\n know which! Your husband may be the finest rocket jockey in the Space", "\"Am I glad to see you! It won't be long now.\" She looked at him\n analytically. \"Say! Just what\nis\neating you? You look more haggard\n than I do!\"", "The major's grin broadened. \"You don't think I'd miss a historical\n event like this, do you? You take it easy. We're over Eastern Europe", "Banes nodded and turned to the operator. \"I want a direct open\n telephone line to my office in case I have to get another message to\n the base before we get out of range again.\"", "But Captain Britton wasn't listening any more. He was headed toward his\n wife's room at top speed.", "She relaxed a little more, waiting for the next pain. There was nothing\n to worry about; she had absolute faith in the red-haired major.", "\"Excellent, Major!\" said the colonel.\n\n\n \"Don't thank me. It was Captain Britton's wife who—\"" ], [ "Major Banes looked at her and smiled a little. \"How do you feel,\n Lieutenant?\"", "Alice Britton closed her eyes. Major Banes was all smiles and cheer\n now, but he hadn't been that way five months ago. She chuckled softly\n to herself as she thought of his blistering speech.", "There was a long pause. Finally, he said softly: \"There isn't any\n incubator. I didn't take the possibility of a premature delivery into", "According to the major, the baby was due sometime around the first of\n September. \"Two hundred and eighty days,\" he had said. \"Luckily, we can", "When the pain had ebbed away, he said: \"We've got the delivery room all\n ready. It won't be much longer now.\"\n\n\n \"I'll say it won't! How about the incubator?\"", "His laugh was hard and short. \"Delivery room! I wish to Heaven we had\n one! Prepare the ward room next to the one she's in now, I guess. It's\n the best we have.", "Banes' grin widened. \"We'll put the baby in it, now that we've got it,\n but it really isn't necessary. Your wife figured that one out. A space", "Banes had to fight hard to keep his face smiling when she said that,\n but he managed an easy nod. \"We'll see. Don't hurry it, though. Let", "like that, but I don't know anything about babies! I know what I read\n in medical school, and I watched a delivery once, but that's all I", "Banes' next stop was the hospital ward.\n\n\n Alice Britton was resting quietly, but there were lines of strain\n around her eyes which hadn't been there an hour before.", "his left hand. \"Two hours. It isn't soon enough. She'll never hold out\n that long. And we don't have an incubator.\" His voice was a clipped", "\"I beg your pardon?\"\n\n\n \"Incubator. We can't deliver a seven-month preemie without an\n incubator.\"", "flaming red of his hair. \"The question is: what do we do next? We're\n not equipped for obstetrics up here.\"", "The nurse left quietly. She knew Banes wasn't really angry at the\n Brittons; it was simply his way of letting off steam to ease the\n tension within him.", "\"You mean—\nalready\n?\"\n\n\n The colonel said nothing, but he raised an eyebrow.\n\n\n \"Over an hour ago,\" said Banes.", "The major himself was not so sure. He sat in his office, massaging his\n fingertips and looking worriedly at the clock on the wall.", "THE FORT, BABY, THE WHOLE WORLD IS PRAYING FOR YOU. OUT.\nBanes sat on the edge of his desk, pounding a fist into the palm of", "Banes slammed his fist to the desk. \"Do you think I give a tinker's dam\n about that? I'm interested in saving a life, not in worrying about what\n people may think!\"", "She relaxed a little more, waiting for the next pain. There was nothing\n to worry about; she had absolute faith in the red-haired major.", "know. I don't even have any references up here; people aren't supposed\n to go around having babies on a space station!\"" ], [ "station is a kind of incubator itself, you see. It protects us poor,\n weak humans from the terrible conditions of space. So all we had to do", "know. I don't even have any references up here; people aren't supposed\n to go around having babies on a space station!\"", "Banes' grin widened. \"We'll put the baby in it, now that we've got it,\n but it really isn't necessary. Your wife figured that one out. A space", "station. Her pregnancy had never made her uncomfortable; the slow\n rotation of the wheel-shaped station about its axis gave an effective\n gravity at the rim only half that of Earth's surface, and the closer to", "His laugh was hard and short. \"Delivery room! I wish to Heaven we had\n one! Prepare the ward room next to the one she's in now, I guess. It's\n the best we have.", "The depressurization hadn't hurt her too much, but the shock had been\n enough to start labor. The baby was going to come two months early.", "was close up one of the airtight rooms, sterilize it, warm it up, and\n put in extra oxygen from the emergency tanks. Young James is perfectly\n comfortable.\"", "out. Ask yourself just one question. Ask yourself, 'Why is a space\n station like an incubator?'\"\nSpace Ship Twelve docked at Space Station One at exactly eleven", "Banes looked at her, his face expressionless. \"What would we build it\n out of? There's not a spare piece of equipment in the station. It costs\n money to ship material up here, you know. Anything not essential is\n left on the ground.\"", "When the pain had ebbed away, he said: \"We've got the delivery room all\n ready. It won't be much longer now.\"\n\n\n \"I'll say it won't! How about the incubator?\"", "account. It's my fault. I've done what I could, though; the ship is\n bringing one up. I—I think we'll be able to keep the child alive\n until—\"", "There was a long pause. Finally, he said softly: \"There isn't any\n incubator. I didn't take the possibility of a premature delivery into", "\"I beg your pardon?\"\n\n\n \"Incubator. We can't deliver a seven-month preemie without an\n incubator.\"", "There, high in the emptiness of space, Space Station One swung in its\n orbit. Once every two hours, the artificial satellite looped completely", "SPATIAL DELIVERY\nBY RANDALL GARRETT\nWomen on space station assignments\n \nshouldn't get pregnant. But there's a first", "first child born in space. And it's my job to see to it that you're\n both all right.\"", "Service, but that doesn't give him the right to come blasting up here\n on a supply rocket just to get you pregnant!\"", "He turned and left through the heavy door. Each room of the space\n station was protected by airtight doors and individual heating units;", "So she had stayed on in the Space Station, doing her job as always.\n As Chief Radar Technician, she was important in the operation of the", "around the planet, watching what went on below. Outside its bright\n steel hull was the silence of the interplanetary vacuum; inside, in the\n hospital ward, Lieutenant Alice Britton clutched at the sheets of her" ], [ "And he had looked up at her scathingly. \"Lieutenant Britton, it is\n my personal opinion that you need your head examined, and not by a", "\"Lieutenant Britton, you're either careless or brainless; I don't\n know which! Your husband may be the finest rocket jockey in the Space", "But Captain Britton wasn't listening any more. He was headed toward his\n wife's room at top speed.", "He stopped. Alice was bubbling up with laughter.\n\n\n \"Lieutenant! Lieutenant Britton! Alice! This is no time to get\n hysterical! Stop it!\"", "Alice Britton closed her eyes. Major Banes was all smiles and cheer\n now, but he hadn't been that way five months ago. She chuckled softly\n to herself as she thought of his blistering speech.", "It was a few minutes of ten when he decided he'd better get back to\n Alice Britton. She was trying to read a book between spasms, but she\n wasn't getting much read. She dropped it to the floor when he came in.", "looks as though the Space Service has released the information to the\n public. Lieutenant Britton's husband was right when he said the whole\n world's praying for her. Do you want to hear the tapes?\"", "The nurse left quietly. She knew Banes wasn't really angry at the\n Brittons; it was simply his way of letting off steam to ease the\n tension within him.", "\"Well, think about something useful! Think about how we're going to\n save that baby!\" He paused as he saw her eyes. \"I'm sorry, Lieutenant.", "\"Excellent, Major!\" said the colonel.\n\n\n \"Don't thank me. It was Captain Britton's wife who—\"", "Banes' next stop was the hospital ward.\n\n\n Alice Britton was resting quietly, but there were lines of strain\n around her eyes which hadn't been there an hour before.", "the globe beneath them. He had spent the hour typing out a complete\n report of what had happened to Alice Britton and a list of what he\n needed. He handed it to the teletype operator and paced the floor", "suppose congratulations come first. Your son, James Edward Britton II,\n is doing fine, thank you.\"", "\"Am I glad to see you! It won't be long now.\" She looked at him\n analytically. \"Say! Just what\nis\neating you? You look more haggard\n than I do!\"", "Major Banes looked at her and smiled a little. \"How do you feel,\n Lieutenant?\"", "\"Jim! Coming up here? Wonderful! But I'm afraid the colonel will be too\n late. This isn't going to last that long.\"", "around the planet, watching what went on below. Outside its bright\n steel hull was the silence of the interplanetary vacuum; inside, in the\n hospital ward, Lieutenant Alice Britton clutched at the sheets of her", "HRS MST. CAPT BRITTON SENDS PERSONAL TO LT BRITTON AS FOLLOWS: HOLD", "She smiled, but another spasm hit her before she could answer. After a\n time, she said: \"I'm doing fine, but you look as if you'd been through\n the mill. What's eating you?\"", "Another pain came, and he had to wait until it was over before he got\n her answer. \"Doctor,\" she said, \"I thought you would have figured it" ] ]

[ "What does the title BBB refer to?", "Why does Open Access content not remove all barriers on the choice of the patron?", "Which of these is not an expected impact of OA on academic inquiry?", "How do authors benefit from open access?", "Why is academic work considered low-hanging fruit?", "What is the role of Budapest in open access generally?", "Which of these has the least to gain from going open access as presented in this article?", "Which is the most accurate representation of the relationship between authors and copyright issues in OA?", "What is the relationship between conventional publishing and open access?" ]

[ [ "The type of certification a journal needs to be an OA venue", "The Bureau in charge of decisions about OA", "The cities where most of the early meetings were held", "An organization beting developed to gather public opinion about OA" ], [ "It was a term in the original Open Access agreements that they would start removing some barriers and move from there", "It would be too difficult to remove all barriers given that most of this content is on the internet", "It is not financially viable to cover all of the bases", "It is important to retain proper citation practices" ], [ "It shoud allow more open discussion of a wide variety of topics", "More people will be able to pursue specialized knowledge that does not have a large target audience", "There will be less of a reason for researchers to work only inside of popular trends", "Scholars will be tempted to leave academia to pursue publishing options that they can make money from" ], [ "There is potential for more citations because of the relative accessibility of the work", "Papers get published faster in open-access journals", "It is easier to get published in an open-access journal than one with a paywall", "Readership could increase because open-access journals advertise more accessibly" ], [ "It is easy to convince academics to do things for free", "There are fewer potential revenue loss issues because authors still get money for open access work", "There are no royalties to worry about ", "It is a general expectation that academics make their work freely available anyway" ], [ "Most of the scholars in this city tend to publish in OA journals, which means they have pull on the policies", "It happens to be one city that hosted an early meeting about these issues", "It is the location of the headquarters of the company that oversees OA publishing", "Most of the decisions about OA policies are made in meetings hosted there" ], [ "A short film producer looking to make a name for herself", "An independently wealthy poet looking for people to read their work", "A tenured faculty member wanting to publish their work on a very specialized topic", "A graduate student in the sciences looking to publish their research" ], [ "The authors have less control over what happens with their work", "Authors do not want to publish in OA venues because of the constant legal battles", "Publicly available content is more likely to be stolen and reproduced without permission", "Authors do not lose any more rights to their work than they would publishing in more conventional venues" ], [ "They tend to attract scholars of different disciplines, staying separate from one another", "Conventional publishing is better for authors but open access is better for the readers", "Many people interact with both, and each side is adapting over time to the needs of the readers and authors", "Venues pick one or the other option and are classified as such" ] ]

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[ [ "Note that all three legs of the BBB definition go", "OA. My definition here is the BBB definition reduced to", "to its essential elements and refined with some post-BBB terminology", "Here’s how the Bethesda and Berlin statements put it: For", "OA was defined in three influential public statements: the Budapest", "that. (See chapters", "seen. They do this to benefit themselves, and scholars have", "(More in", "to advertisements. They advertise the author’s research. Try telling", "and wouldn’t understand it if they tried. OA is about", "I sometimes refer to their overlap", "“An old tradition and a new technology have converged to", "it. (See", "The Budapest Open Access Initiative said in February 2002:", "Open access\nis the name of the revolutionary kind of access these authors, unencumbered by a motive of financial gain, are free to provide to their readers.", "Shifting from ink on paper to digital text suddenly allows", "their work as widely as possible. Even these authors, however,", "First, it’s a sacrifice that scholars have been making for", "their institutions. But it’s far from clear why that would", "makes sense when the author wants to sell the work and" ], [ "Finally, OA isn’t universal access. Even when we succeed at removing price and permission barriers, four other kinds of access barrier might remain in place:\nFiltering and censorship barriers", "We could call it “barrier-free” access, but that would emphasize the negative rather than the positive. In any case, we can be more specific about which access barriers OA removes.\nA price tag", "Open access (OA) literature is digital, online, free of charge, and free of most copyright and licensing restrictions.", "is the suggestion I hear most often. While every kind of OA removes price barriers, there are many different permission barriers we could remove if we wanted to. If we remove price barriers alone, we provide\ngratis OA", ", and if we remove at least some permission barriers as well, we provide\nlibre OA\n. (Also see section 3.1 on green/gold and section 3.3 on gratis/libre.)", "Most us want to remove all four of these barriers. But there’s no reason to save the term\nopen access", "open access\nuntil we succeed. In the long climb to universal access, removing price and permission barriers is a significant plateau worth recognizing with a special name.", "Open access\nis the name of the revolutionary kind of access these authors, unencumbered by a motive of financial gain, are free to provide to their readers.", "If anything, the OA movement focuses on bringing access to", "Removing price barriers means that readers are not limited by", "OA literature is costless to produce, although many argue that", "In principle, any kind of digital content can be OA,", "or libraries. Some scholars who support OA decide to submit", "Terminology\nWhen we need to, we can be more specific about access vehicles and access barriers. In the jargon, OA delivered by journals is called\ngold OA", ", and OA delivered by repositories is called\ngreen OA\n. Work that is not open access, or that is available only for a price, is called\ntoll access", "“open access” was coined by researchers trying to remove access", "OA, since any digital content can be put online without", "What Is Open Access?", "OA gains nothing and loses potential allies by blurring these distinctions. This variety reminds us (to paraphrase Tim O’Reilly) that OA doesn’t threaten publishing; it only threatens existing publishers who do not adapt.", "journals or publishers of their choice. Policies requiring OA do" ], [ "OA isn’t an attempt to reduce academic freedom. Academic authors", "Finally, OA isn’t universal access. Even when we succeed at removing price and permission barriers, four other kinds of access barrier might remain in place:\nFiltering and censorship barriers", "Newcomers to OA often assume that OA helps readers and", "The basic idea of OA is simple: Make research literature", "1.2 What OA Is Not\nWe can dispel a cloud of objections and misunderstandings simply by pointing out a few things that OA is not. (Many of these points will be elaborated in later chapters.)", "of income. The OA movement focuses on research articles precisely", "OA gains nothing and loses potential allies by blurring these distinctions. This variety reminds us (to paraphrase Tim O’Reilly) that OA doesn’t threaten publishing; it only threatens existing publishers who do not adapt.", "Open access (OA) literature is digital, online, free of charge, and free of most copyright and licensing restrictions.", "We could call it “barrier-free” access, but that would emphasize the negative rather than the positive. In any case, we can be more specific about which access barriers OA removes.\nA price tag", "OA isn’t primarily about bringing access to lay readers. If", "OA is not yet the default for new research.) To", "OA literature is costless to produce, although many argue that", "We’d have less knowledge, less academic freedom, and less OA", "OA and increased citations, but it’s likely that ongoing studies", "access. OA enlarges the potential audience, including the potential professional", "or libraries. Some scholars who support OA decide to submit", "every search engine. In this sense, OA deters plagiarism.", "benefit. When OA research directly benefits many lay readers, so", "OA isn’t an attempt to bypass peer review. OA", "OA is compatible with every kind of peer review, from" ], [ "Open access\nis the name of the revolutionary kind of access these authors, unencumbered by a motive of financial gain, are free to provide to their readers.", "If authors like that exist, at least they should take advantage of the access revolution. The dream of global free access can be a reality for them, even if most other authors hope to earn royalties and feel obliged to sit out this particular revolution.", "Open access (OA) literature is digital, online, free of charge, and free of most copyright and licensing restrictions.", "These lucky authors are scholars, and the works they customarily write and publish without payment are peer-reviewed articles in scholarly journals.\nOpen access", "OA copies of their work. By contrast, traditional journal-publishing contracts", "The resulting access gaps harm authors by limiting their audience and", "work to the author. The purpose of OA is to", "The basic idea of OA is simple: Make research literature", "benefit. When OA research directly benefits many lay readers, so", "OA literature is costless to produce, although many argue that", "Finally, OA isn’t universal access. Even when we succeed at removing price and permission barriers, four other kinds of access barrier might remain in place:\nFiltering and censorship barriers", "or libraries. Some scholars who support OA decide to submit", "access. OA enlarges the potential audience, including the potential professional", "their work. On the contrary, OA depends on author decisions", "Newcomers to OA often assume that OA helps readers and", "OA isn’t an attempt to deprive royalty-earning authors of", "We could call it “barrier-free” access, but that would emphasize the negative rather than the positive. 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Try telling", "of life in the academy. As incentives for productivity, these", "their fields also advance their careers. Academics are passionate about", "unknown outside the academic world. It’s not a new fact", "These lucky authors are scholars, and the works they customarily write and publish without payment are peer-reviewed articles in scholarly journals.\nOpen access", "Academic publishers are not monolithic. Some new ones were", "rewards from their institutions—like promotion and tenure—when their research is", "OA isn’t an attempt to reduce academic freedom. Academic authors", "to professional researchers whose careers depend on access. But there’s", "It’s no accident that faculty who advance knowledge in their", "also supports academic freedom and the kinds of serious inquiry" ], [ "The Budapest Open Access Initiative said in February 2002:", "Budapest Open Access Initiative (February 2002), the Bethesda Statement", "OA was defined in three influential public statements: the Budapest", "Statement on Open Access Publishing (June 2003), and the Berlin", "Berlin Declaration on Open Access to Knowledge in the Sciences", "Open access\nis the name of the revolutionary kind of access these authors, unencumbered by a motive of financial gain, are free to provide to their readers.", "If anything, the OA movement focuses on bringing access to", "Open access (OA) literature is digital, online, free of charge, and free of most copyright and licensing restrictions.", "Finally, OA isn’t universal access. Even when we succeed at removing price and permission barriers, four other kinds of access barrier might remain in place:\nFiltering and censorship barriers", "open access\nuntil we succeed. In the long climb to universal access, removing price and permission barriers is a significant plateau worth recognizing with a special name.", "Here’s how the Bethesda and Berlin statements put it: For", "“open access” was coined by researchers trying to remove access", "about subspecies of OA. Here’s how the Budapest statement defined", "the theme. Likewise, I’ll reserve the term “open access”", "We could call it “barrier-free” access, but that would emphasize the negative rather than the positive. In any case, we can be more specific about which access barriers OA removes.\nA price tag", "If authors like that exist, at least they should take advantage of the access revolution. The dream of global free access can be a reality for them, even if most other authors hope to earn royalties and feel obliged to sit out this particular revolution.", "What Is Open Access?", ", and OA delivered by repositories is called\ngreen OA\n. Work that is not open access, or that is available only for a price, is called\ntoll access", "The basic idea of OA is simple: Make research literature", ", and if we remove at least some permission barriers as well, we provide\nlibre OA\n. (Also see section 3.1 on green/gold and section 3.3 on gratis/libre.)" ], [ "OA gains nothing and loses potential allies by blurring these distinctions. This variety reminds us (to paraphrase Tim O’Reilly) that OA doesn’t threaten publishing; it only threatens existing publishers who do not adapt.", "Finally, OA isn’t universal access. Even when we succeed at removing price and permission barriers, four other kinds of access barrier might remain in place:\nFiltering and censorship barriers", "Open access\nis the name of the revolutionary kind of access these authors, unencumbered by a motive of financial gain, are free to provide to their readers.", "not to provide OA themselves, while others lobby actively against", "or libraries. Some scholars who support OA decide to submit", "OA copies of their work. By contrast, traditional journal-publishing contracts", "OA literature is costless to produce, although many argue that", "If authors like that exist, at least they should take advantage of the access revolution. The dream of global free access can be a reality for them, even if most other authors hope to earn royalties and feel obliged to sit out this particular revolution.", "is the suggestion I hear most often. While every kind of OA removes price barriers, there are many different permission barriers we could remove if we wanted to. If we remove price barriers alone, we provide\ngratis OA", "revenue to cover their expenses. In fact, some OA publishers", "journals or publishers of their choice. Policies requiring OA do", "users is cheaper and simpler than providing OA to just", "of others. Most allow green OA (through repositories) and a", "Most us want to remove all four of these barriers. But there’s no reason to save the term\nopen access", "OA might outweigh the risks to royalties. (More in", "Newcomers to OA often assume that OA helps readers and", "These lucky authors are scholars, and the works they customarily write and publish without payment are peer-reviewed articles in scholarly journals.\nOpen access", "against policies to encourage or require OA. Some oppose gold", "We’d have less knowledge, less academic freedom, and less OA", "to consent to OA without losing revenue. This fact distinguishes" ], [ "OA isn’t an attempt to reduce authors’ rights over their", "All the public definitions of OA support author attribution, even", "OA copies of their work. By contrast, traditional journal-publishing contracts", "Open access (OA) literature is digital, online, free of charge, and free of most copyright and licensing restrictions.", "Two background facts suggest the answer. First, authors are the copyright holders for their work until or unless they transfer rights to someone else, such as a publisher.", "OA isn’t an attempt to deprive royalty-earning authors of", "is. OA would benefit from the right kinds of copyright", "OA isn’t an attempt to reduce academic freedom. Academic authors", "For a work to be OA, the copyright holder must", "1.1 What Makes OA Possible?\nOA is made possible by the internet and copyright-holder consent. But why would a copyright holder consent to OA?", "their work. On the contrary, OA depends on author decisions", "OA literature is costless to produce, although many argue that", "hasn’t waited. OA literature avoids copyright problems in exactly the", "of OA could violate copyrights and deprive royalty-earning authors", "Newcomers to OA often assume that OA helps readers and", "OA, since any digital content can be put online without", "work to the author. The purpose of OA is to", "depends on copyright-holder consent. Hence, royalty-earning authors have nothing", "they formerly permitted, including permission for authors to make OA", "The basic idea of OA is simple: Make research literature" ], [ "conventional publishers. OA is an attempt to advance the interests", "Open access (OA) literature is digital, online, free of charge, and free of most copyright and licensing restrictions.", "OA gains nothing and loses potential allies by blurring these distinctions. This variety reminds us (to paraphrase Tim O’Reilly) that OA doesn’t threaten publishing; it only threatens existing publishers who do not adapt.", ", and OA delivered by repositories is called\ngreen OA\n. Work that is not open access, or that is available only for a price, is called\ntoll access", "traditional publishing contracts. One OA strategy is for authors to", "(TA). Over the years I’ve asked publishers for a neutral, nonpejorative and nonhonorific term for toll-access publishers, and\nconventional publishers", "OA copies of their work. By contrast, traditional journal-publishing contracts", "Open access\nis the name of the revolutionary kind of access these authors, unencumbered by a motive of financial gain, are free to provide to their readers.", "Finally, OA isn’t universal access. Even when we succeed at removing price and permission barriers, four other kinds of access barrier might remain in place:\nFiltering and censorship barriers", "What Is Open Access?", "Statement on Open Access Publishing (June 2003), and the Berlin", "The basic idea of OA is simple: Make research literature", "If anything, the OA movement focuses on bringing access to", "OA isn’t an attempt to punish or undermine conventional", "or libraries. Some scholars who support OA decide to submit", "publishers, especially when conventional publishers erect access barriers at the", "the theme. Likewise, I’ll reserve the term “open access”", "1.1 What Makes OA Possible?\nOA is made possible by the internet and copyright-holder consent. But why would a copyright holder consent to OA?", "OA literature is costless to produce, although many argue that", "Terminology\nWhen we need to, we can be more specific about access vehicles and access barriers. In the jargon, OA delivered by journals is called\ngold OA" ] ]

[ "Why did Pop go to Lunar City?", "How does Pop feel about Sattell?", "Why don't tourists go to Lunar City?", "Why does the red-headed man come to the moon?", "How often does the Lunar colony get supplies delivered from earth?" ]

[ [ "Pop went to Lunar City because the Earth is overcrowded.", "Pop went to Lunar City because Sattell went to Lunar City.", "Pop went to Lunar City because his family was murdered, and he couldn't stand to be on Earth any longer.", "Pop went to Lunar City to mine diamonds." ], [ "Pop thinks Sattell murdered his family, but he wants Sattell to live. Being near Sattell sparks lost memories.", "Pop thinks Sattell murdered his family. Pop wants to torture Sattell.", "Pop thinks Sattell murdered his family Now Sattell is going to destroy Lunar City, and steal the diamonds.", "Sattell murdered Pop's family, Pop wants Sattell dead." ], [ "Lunar City is on the far side of the moon. It's far too cold for tourism.", "Tourists went insane when faced with the vastness of space.", "Lunar City is not a resort, it's a mining town.", "It's too expensive, $100,000 for a 12-day cruise." ], [ "To kill Pop.", "To steal the diamonds.", "To rescue Sattell, the diamonds are his payment.", "To destroy the lunar colony." ], [ "Every twelve days", "Every three months", "Once a month", "Every two weeks" ] ]

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[ [ "But not Pop. He'd come to the\n Moon in the first place because Sattell\n was here. Near Sattell, he found", "Pop made his way toward it in\n the skittering, skating gait one uses\n in one-sixth gravity. When he 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", "Even when Sattell—whimpering—signed\n up for Lunar City, Pop tracked\n him. By that time he was quite", "\"Move!\" he rasped. \"I want the\n diamonds you've got for the ship\n from Lunar City! Bring 'em!\" Pop", "Pop Young was the one known\n man who could stand life on the\n surface of the Moon's far side, and,", "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", "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.", "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", "Sometimes, in the shack on the far\n side of the Moon, Pop Young had\n odd fancies about Sattell. There was", "But Sattell couldn't comfort himself\n so easily. He knew about Pop,\n up on the surface. He'd shipped out,", "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", "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 put his helmet back on and\n sealed it. The outer door opened.\n Outrushing air tugged at Pop. After\n a second or two he went out and\n climbed down the welded-on ladder-bars\n to the ground.", "All of which happened back on\n Earth and a long time ago. It seemed\n to Pop that the sight of Sattell had", "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", "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", "Pop reached the dust-heap which\n was his shack and went in the air\n lock. Inside, he went to the vision-phone", "had been dug since the\n regular cannister was sent up for the\n Lunar City ship that would be due\n presently. Otherwise the ship on the", "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" ], [ "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 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", "\"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", "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", "All of which happened back on\n Earth and a long time ago. It seemed\n to Pop that the sight of Sattell had", "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", "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", "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", "It didn't seem to have anything\n to do with Pop or with Sattell. But\n it did.", "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", "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.", "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", "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", "\"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.\"", "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" ], [ "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", "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", "thrill and a new distinction for the\n rich. Guided tours to Lunar! The\n most expensive and most thrilling\n trip in history! One hundred thousand", "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", "space-flight because they had work\n to do. Workers for the lunar mines\n could make the trip under heavy\n sedation. But it was too early in the", "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", "had been dug since the\n regular cannister was sent up for the\n Lunar City ship that would be due\n presently. Otherwise the ship on the", "The second luxury liner took off\n with only four passengers and turned\n back before reaching the Moon.\n Space-pilots could take the strain of", "There were just two passenger\n tours. The first was fully booked.\n But the passengers who paid so highly,\n expected to be pleasantly thrilled", "touched up the glittering\n triangles which were landing guides\n for the Lunar City ships. They glittered\n from the thinnest conceivable", "Sattell had no such device for adjusting\n to the lunar state of things.\n Living on the Moon was bad enough", "\"Move!\" he rasped. \"I want the\n diamonds you've got for the ship\n from Lunar City! Bring 'em!\" Pop", "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.", "But it wasn't fun, even underground.\n In the Moon's slight gravity,\n a man is really adjusted to existence", "dollars for a twelve-day cruise\n through space, with views of the\n Moon's far side and trips through\n Lunar City and a landing in Aristarchus,", "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", "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,", "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", "But not Pop. He'd come to the\n Moon in the first place because Sattell\n was here. Near Sattell, he found", "Even when Sattell—whimpering—signed\n up for Lunar City, Pop tracked\n him. By that time he was quite" ], [ "He stolidly put his helmet back\n on. But his eyes went past the red-headed\n man to the stair that wound", "did. He began painstakingly to\n put things together. The red-headed\n man knew the routine here in every\n detail. He knew Sattell. That part", "Pop said numbly: \"What the\n hell?\"\n\n\n The red-headed man hit him\n again. He was nerve-racked, and,\n therefore, he wanted to hurt.", "But not Pop. He'd come to the\n Moon in the first place because Sattell\n was here. Near Sattell, he found", "The red-headed man snarled. But\n his eyes were on the cannister whose\n contents should weigh a hundred\n pounds on Earth.\n\n\n \"Any tricks,\" he rasped, \"and you\n know what happens!\"", "The red-headed man leaned forward,\n snarling. He slashed Pop\n across the face with the barrel of his\n weapon. It drew blood. It was wanton,\n savage brutality.", "\"Pay attention!\" snarled the red-headed\n man. \"A stickup, I said! Get\n it? You go get that can of stuff\n from the mine! The diamonds!\n Bring them here! Understand?\"", "The red-headed man checked\n himself, panting. He drew back and\n slammed the inner lock-door. There\n was the sound of pumping.", "Pop simply gaped. He couldn't\n quite take it in.\n\n\n \"This,\" snapped the red-headed\n man abruptly, \"is a stickup!\"", "Then he blinked. There was a red-headed\n man in the opened door. He\n grinned savagely at Pop. He held a\n very nasty hand-weapon trained on\n Pop's middle.", "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.", "Pop made his way toward it in\n the skittering, skating gait one uses\n in one-sixth gravity. When he was", "it, and mentioned the scar of a\n ghastly head-wound to explain his\n ability. One man partly guessed the\n secret, but only partly. His name was", "Sometimes, in the shack on the far\n side of the Moon, Pop Young had\n odd fancies about Sattell. There was", "When the red-headed man opened\n the inner door, the hand-weapon\n shook and trembled. Pop said\n calmly:", "Moon. It looked like a perfect set-up.\n Three spacecraft capable of the journey\n came into being with attendant\n reams of publicity. They promised a", "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", "Early one lunar morning he was\n a good two miles from his shack\n when he saw rocket-fumes in the", "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", "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:" ], [ "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", "Moon. All freight had to be hauled\n from Earth, on a voyage equal to\n rather more than a thousand times\n around the equator of the Earth.", "had been dug since the\n regular cannister was sent up for the\n Lunar City ship that would be due\n presently. Otherwise the ship on the", "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", "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", "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.", "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 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", "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", "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", "\"Move!\" he rasped. \"I want the\n diamonds you've got for the ship\n from Lunar City! Bring 'em!\" Pop", "space-flight because they had work\n to do. Workers for the lunar mines\n could make the trip under heavy\n sedation. But it was too early in the", "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", "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 second luxury liner took off\n with only four passengers and turned\n back before reaching the Moon.\n Space-pilots could take the strain of", "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", "with great deliberation and\n surged from side to side like a liquid\n when they stopped. One-sixth gravity.", "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.", "Moon. It looked like a perfect set-up.\n Three spacecraft capable of the journey\n came into being with attendant\n reams of publicity. They promised a", "Somebody back on Earth promoted\n a luxury passenger-line of spaceships\n to ply between Earth and" ] ]

[ "What was the Hanseatic League?", "When did the Hanseatic League begin?", "What is a modern city that is large enough to be a city-state?", "What is a potential risk of cities seceding from their nation-states?", "Why was the Hanseatic League not always accepted by locals?", "What did the Hanseatic League exchange other than commodities?", "Where is the only Hanse House left in Britain?", "What would lead a city like London to seek independence?", "The Global Parliament of Mayors is a..." ]

[ [ "A loose federation of coastal cities that worked together to promote trade.", "A casual federation of cities that worked together to promote trade.", "A league of cities by the sea that agreed to come to each other's aid with armed forces when necessary.", "A leauge of merchants that worked together to promote trade." ], [ "The 1200s", "The 1500s", "The 1400s", "The 1300s" ], [ "Dublin", "London", "Trinidad", "Glasgow" ], [ "Rural areas may see a rapid economic decline.", "Ideological differences between city and rural dwellers could grow farther and farther apart.", "A food shortage could arise if the rural areas refuse to trade with the city that seceded.", "Rural and city dwellers may decide to engage in warfare." ], [ "Hanse traders forced some local traders out of business because they could not compete.", "Hanse merchants were given special privileges.", "Hanse merchants were mostly foreign. No one likes foreigners.", "Hanse merchants were mostly German. No one likes the Germans." ], [ "Animals", "Women", "Weapons", "Knowledge" ], [ "London", "Lincolnshire", "King's Lynn", "Boston" ], [ "They choose modernity over mythology.", "They want to deal with rational thinkers, not people going backward.", "They want to remain in the EU.", "They want free movement of people, capital, goods, and ideas." ], [ "...common platform for action.", "...a monitor of culture and economic status.", "...a kind of Hanse of all cities.", "...a governing body like the UN." ] ]

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[ [ "The Hanseatic League is not well known, and today", "The cities involved in the Hanseatic League are found", "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.", "was at exactly this point that the Hanseatic League slowly", "along this route formed the prosperous Hanseatic League, a European", "Hanseatic League towns that traded with far-flung ports and hosted", "Lübeck was where the merchants most often met; and where renewed recent interest in the Hanse eventually led to Angela Merkel cutting the ribbon at the brand new European Hansemuseum in the city last year.", "pure Hanse. The former Hanseatic cities of Hamburg, Berlin and", "\"The Hanseatic League was not always accepted by local", "it as a modern day Hanse. Now the EU seems", "new Hanse,\" he says, \"that constituted itself about 10 or", "original Hanseatic League cities.\" Barber is founder of the Global", "the Hanseatic ports declined and then died out. \"One of", "of the things that made the Hanse work. Having said", "of – and down towards the Hanseatic cities – on", "So how about a new Hanseatic League? I ask", "to its Hanseatic history. For Germany is not a top-down", "also look thoroughly Hanseatic in character. A model for modern", "to promote trade. The Hanseatic cities developed their own legal", "the way that the machinery of the Hanse did on" ], [ "was at exactly this point that the Hanseatic League slowly", "The Hanseatic League is not well known, and today", "The cities involved in the Hanseatic League are found", "along this route formed the prosperous Hanseatic League, a European", "new Hanse,\" he says, \"that constituted itself about 10 or", "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.", "Lübeck was where the merchants most often met; and where renewed recent interest in the Hanse eventually led to Angela Merkel cutting the ribbon at the brand new European Hansemuseum in the city last year.", "Hanseatic League towns that traded with far-flung ports and hosted", "\"The Hanseatic League was not always accepted by local", "original Hanseatic League cities.\" Barber is founder of the Global", "pure Hanse. The former Hanseatic cities of Hamburg, Berlin and", "the Hanseatic ports declined and then died out. \"One of", "it as a modern day Hanse. Now the EU seems", "So how about a new Hanseatic League? I ask", "to promote trade. The Hanseatic cities developed their own legal", "of the things that made the Hanse work. Having said", "to its Hanseatic history. 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[ "What is a Nilly?", "What happened to the passengers of the Weblor I?", "How long will it take the Weblor II to make the round trip to the new colony and back?", "When did the Nilly first strike?", "What happened to Mrs. Failright?", "What happened to Mr. Palugger?", "How long did it take for the passengers to form a council?", "How long did it take for the passengers to form a police force?", "How many times has Critten been a Nilly?" ]

[ [ "A Nilly is a trained operative used by colony transport ships to keep the colonists focused on a common enemy. ", "A Nilly is a person who works on the crew on an interstellar ship.", "A Nilly is a black ops agent.", "A Nilly is a person, who is able to come back from the dead, but like Lazarus, not like a zombie." ], [ "No one knows what happened. The frequency of the Weblor I was lost several months after take off.", "The passengers started warring with each other and the crew.", "Space pirates boarded the ship and shoved the passengers out of the airlock.", "The Nilly's killed them in their sleep and ate them." ], [ "24 months", "42 months", "30 months", "36 months" ], [ "One month after leaving Earth", "Two weeks after leaving Earth", "Two months after leaving Earth", "Seven weeks after leaving Earth" ], [ "She was startled.", "She was raped.", "She was attacked.", "She was robbed." ], [ "He was pushed out of the airlock.", "He was beaten to death.", "The man in the red mask shot him.", "He died of his illness." ], [ "One month", "Two weeks", "Two months", "Ten days" ], [ "94 days", "79 days", "31 days", "52 days" ], [ "8", "5", "7", "6" ] ]

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[ [ ".\"\nBeing a Nilly is important, probably as important as running the ship,\n and I think it is this thought that keeps us satisfied, willing to be\n what we are.", "Critten sighed. \"And I'll have to be caught again.\"\nYes, we're anonymous, nameless, we Nillys, for that's what we call", "and by Keith Ellason.\nWe Nillys know about hate and about violence. We know too that where\n there is hate there is violence, and where there is violence there is\n death.", "It was all duly recorded in Keith Ellason's notebooks.\nDying is easy for a Nilly. Especially if it's arranged for beforehand,", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nSure I'm a Nilly, and I've died seven times, always in the blackness", "matter, Critten did a good job. He was trained by an old friend of mine\n for this job, Gelthorpe Nill. Nill used to be in counter-espionage when\n there were wars.\"", "couldn't Branson see the wisdom of setting an example for the colonists?\nAs a Nilly, I knew that space breeds hate. There is a seed of", "She said the culprit was a husky man wearing a red rubber mask, and\n though her description of what he had done did not appear in the story\n in the newsletter, it lost no time in penetrating every compartment of\n the ship.", "Ellason was busy noting it all in his book. It became filled with\n jottings about innocent people being accidentally stunned when", "\"And what will you do when you get him?\"\n\n\n \"Kill him,\" Tilbury said, licking his lips, his eyes glowing more\n fiercely than ever.", "\"Every time things got dull, I livened them up. I got a stunner and\n robbed along the corridor. That really stirred them. Lucky nobody got", "Attendant to taking notes on this incident, Ellason noted a strange\n thing. Janssen lived in that part of the ship known as the First", "watchful and accusing. To men unused to it, such a sight numbs,\n compresses, stultifies. He introduces a countermeasure, proof he\n exists, which is any overt act, sometimes violent.", "Branson smiled. \"It made the time pass quickly and interestingly for\n the passengers.\"\n\n\n \"To say nothing of me,\" Critten said.", "Red Mask did.\nOn the 101st day he was seen in a corridor in Quadrant Four. Emil\n Pierce, policeman on duty, managed to squeeze off several shots at his\n retreating figure.", "And so, Ellason observed in his notebook, are wars created.\nSeen in space, stars are unmoving, silent, sterile bright eyes ever", "\"If we had had a gun, we'd have got Red Mask,\" Tilbury said.\n\n\n \"And I might have a murder on my conscience.\"", "\"Let me put it differently. Let me say that you will not understand why\n I say that until the journey ends.\" He smiled. \"Perhaps I shouldn't", "It was the same with others. \"The man's insane, Mr. Ellason. Positively\n insane.\" Many people said it.", "Critten nodded. \"When great numbers are being transported, they are apt\n to magnify each little event because so little happens. It was my job\n to see that they directed none of their venom against each other or the\n crew, only toward me.\"" ], [ "The\nWeblor II\nhad been built in space, as had its predecessor, the\nWeblor I\n, at a tremendous cost. Basically, it was an instrument", "The\nWeblor I\nhad taken off on the first trip to Antheon five years\n before with a thousand families, reached the planet with less than five", "which it always is.\nThe\nWeblor II\nwas only one day out of orbit when Captain Branson sent\n for Ellason and introduced him to the executed man.", "\"Let me get this straight. Interstellar thought that it was idleness\n and boredom that caused the killings on the\nWeblor I\n, so they had you\n trained to be a scapegoat. Is that right?\"", "do.\" He grinned. \"You can write that novel you're always talking about\n on your return trip on the\nWeblor II\n.\"", "Ellason had to smile at that. What did Captain Branson think of those\n colonists who killed each other on the\nWeblor I", "Raymond Palugger was killed in the ship's hospital on the sixty-first\n day. Palugger, a Fourth Quadrant passenger, had complained of feeling", "Keith Ellason smiled, but just barely. \"You should have called me for\n the first trip.\"\n\n\n Phipps nodded. \"I wish we had had you on the\nWeblor I\n.\"", "The Quadrant Council congratulated itself. The passengers were proud\n of themselves. A special congratulatory message from Captain Branson\n appeared one day in the Bulletin newsletter.", "be a member of the crew. I am ordering an assembly of all passengers at\n nine tomorrow morning in the auditorium. I will speak to you all then.\"\nFaces were angry, tongues were sharp at the meeting, eyes suspicious", "Captain Branson will say they were found somewhere on the ship. You\n see, I was a liar.\"", "? They had passed\n stability tests too. This, then, was what happened when you took three\n thousand strangers and stuck them in a can for a year.", "\"The second trip is history,\" Rexroad said. \"And a puzzle.\"\nEllason nodded. \"The ship disappeared.\"\n\n\n \"Yes. We gave control to the colonists.\"", "\"Sure,\" Critten said. \"You colonists got the easy life as passengers,\n just sitting around. I had to work my head off keeping records for you\n lazy bastards.\"\n\n\n The verdict was, of course, death.", "\"Sessions,\" Rexroad said, \"was a bully. The trouble started at about\n the halfway point. It ended with passengers engaging in open warfare\n with each other and the crew. Sessions was lucky to escape with his\n life.\"", "hundred surviving colonists. Upon the return to Earth a year later, the\n crew's report of suffering and chaos during the year's outgoing voyage\n was twisted, distorted and fragmentary. Ellason remembered it well. The", "\"Assuming no accident in space,\" Phipps said, \"it was a wrong decision.\n They probably took over the ship.\"\n\n\n \"And now,\" Ellason said, \"you're going to try again.\"", "Critten looked him square in the eye and said, \"I threw it out one of\n the escape chutes. Does that answer your question?\"\n\n\n \"Threw it away?\" Tarper and the crowd were incredulous.", "in the belt and had died of a severe beating. He said that since the\n incident occurred in the staff section of the ship, his crew would be\n forced to submit to a thorough inspection in an effort to find the", "which went to all hands and passengers. In the Bulletin the captain\n appealed to the thief to return the case to Mr. Janssen. He said it\n was significant that all en route had passed stability tests, and that" ], [ "The\nWeblor II\nhad been built in space, as had its predecessor, the\nWeblor I\n, at a tremendous cost. Basically, it was an instrument", "do.\" He grinned. \"You can write that novel you're always talking about\n on your return trip on the\nWeblor II\n.\"", "The\nWeblor I\nhad taken off on the first trip to Antheon five years\n before with a thousand families, reached the planet with less than five", "which it always is.\nThe\nWeblor II\nwas only one day out of orbit when Captain Branson sent\n for Ellason and introduced him to the executed man.", "hundred surviving colonists. Upon the return to Earth a year later, the\n crew's report of suffering and chaos during the year's outgoing voyage\n was twisted, distorted and fragmentary. Ellason remembered it well. The", "\"The second trip is history,\" Rexroad said. \"And a puzzle.\"\nEllason nodded. \"The ship disappeared.\"\n\n\n \"Yes. We gave control to the colonists.\"", "Keith Ellason smiled, but just barely. \"You should have called me for\n the first trip.\"\n\n\n Phipps nodded. \"I wish we had had you on the\nWeblor I\n.\"", "\"Let me get this straight. Interstellar thought that it was idleness\n and boredom that caused the killings on the\nWeblor I\n, so they had you\n trained to be a scapegoat. Is that right?\"", "Ellason had to smile at that. What did Captain Branson think of those\n colonists who killed each other on the\nWeblor I", "\"Assuming no accident in space,\" Phipps said, \"it was a wrong decision.\n They probably took over the ship.\"\n\n\n \"And now,\" Ellason said, \"you're going to try again.\"", "He felt rather than heard the dull rumble. It was a sound he knew would\n be with him for two years—one year going and one year returning.", "The colonists settled down to living out the rest of the voyage until\n the landing on Antheon.", "which would open distant vistas to colonization, reducing the\n shoulder-to-shoulder pressure of a crowded solar system. A gigantic,\n hollow spike, the ship would never land anywhere, but would circle", "He looked at his watch, picked up his notebook and made an entry. The\n ship right now would be slipping ever so slowly away from Earth. He got", "Ellason said regretfully that he did understand.\n\n\n \"The colonists will never know the truth,\" Branson went on. \"There will\n be other ships outward bound.\"", "Phipps rubbed his chin. \"No weapons were allowed on the ship, but you\n must remember the colonists were selected for their intelligence and\n resourcefulness. They utilized these attributes to set up weapon shops\n to arm themselves.\"", "malevolence in every man. It sometimes blossoms out among the stars. On\n the\nWeblor II\nit was ready for ripening.", "and further incidents occur. What then? It soon becomes the crew's\n fault. And soon the colonists will begin thinking these things might be\n the crew's doing in the first place.\"", "up. He'd have to go forward to the observation dome to see that. Last\n view of Earth for two years.\nThe penetration of space by large groups is the coming out from under", "Antheon as it circled Earth, shuttling its cargo and passengers to the\n promised land, the new frontier. A space-borne metropolis, it would" ], [ "and by Keith Ellason.\nWe Nillys know about hate and about violence. We know too that where\n there is hate there is violence, and where there is violence there is\n death.", "Critten sighed. \"And I'll have to be caught again.\"\nYes, we're anonymous, nameless, we Nillys, for that's what we call", ".\"\nBeing a Nilly is important, probably as important as running the ship,\n and I think it is this thought that keeps us satisfied, willing to be\n what we are.", "It was all duly recorded in Keith Ellason's notebooks.\nDying is easy for a Nilly. Especially if it's arranged for beforehand,", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nSure I'm a Nilly, and I've died seven times, always in the blackness", "But on the 170th day calamity struck. Red Mask appropriated one of the\n stunners, made his way down one whole corridor section in Quadrant Two,", "Attendant to taking notes on this incident, Ellason noted a strange\n thing. Janssen lived in that part of the ship known as the First", "She said the culprit was a husky man wearing a red rubber mask, and\n though her description of what he had done did not appear in the story\n in the newsletter, it lost no time in penetrating every compartment of\n the ship.", "matter, Critten did a good job. He was trained by an old friend of mine\n for this job, Gelthorpe Nill. Nill used to be in counter-espionage when\n there were wars.\"", "Ellason was busy noting it all in his book. It became filled with\n jottings about innocent people being accidentally stunned when", "Red Mask did.\nOn the 101st day he was seen in a corridor in Quadrant Four. Emil\n Pierce, policeman on duty, managed to squeeze off several shots at his\n retreating figure.", "\"Every time things got dull, I livened them up. I got a stunner and\n robbed along the corridor. That really stirred them. Lucky nobody got", "couldn't Branson see the wisdom of setting an example for the colonists?\nAs a Nilly, I knew that space breeds hate. There is a seed of", "They got their guns. Now there were twenty-four policemen on duty in\n the corridors—eight on at a time. Ellason observed that for the first\n time the passengers seemed relaxed.", "\"Sessions,\" Rexroad said, \"was a bully. The trouble started at about\n the halfway point. It ended with passengers engaging in open warfare\n with each other and the crew. Sessions was lucky to escape with his\n life.\"", "\"And what will you do when you get him?\"\n\n\n \"Kill him,\" Tilbury said, licking his lips, his eyes glowing more\n fiercely than ever.", "\"Well, Critten,\" Branson roared at him, \"what have you got to say for\n yourself?\"\n\n\n \"Go to hell,\" Critten said quietly. As if it were an afterthought, he\n spat at the captain.", "watchful and accusing. To men unused to it, such a sight numbs,\n compresses, stultifies. He introduces a countermeasure, proof he\n exists, which is any overt act, sometimes violent.", "hurt during any of it, including that Stoneman woman. I was trying to\n rob her when she woke up.\"\nBranson cleared his throat. \"Ah, Ellason about that story. You", "On the forty-fifth day June Failright, the young wife of one of the\n passenger meteorologists, ran screaming down one of the long corridors" ], [ "On the forty-fifth day June Failright, the young wife of one of the\n passenger meteorologists, ran screaming down one of the long corridors", "\"How about that assault on June Failright?\"", "Critten grinned again. \"She played right into our hands. She ran out\n into the hall claiming I'd attacked her, which I did not. She was", "hurt during any of it, including that Stoneman woman. I was trying to\n rob her when she woke up.\"\nBranson cleared his throat. \"Ah, Ellason about that story. You", "She said the culprit was a husky man wearing a red rubber mask, and\n though her description of what he had done did not appear in the story\n in the newsletter, it lost no time in penetrating every compartment of\n the ship.", "death.\nDuring sleep time on the seventy-ninth day Barbara Stoneman, awakened\n by a strange sound, sat up in the bed of her compartment to find a", "Raymond Palugger was killed in the ship's hospital on the sixty-first\n day. Palugger, a Fourth Quadrant passenger, had complained of feeling", "in the belt and had died of a severe beating. He said that since the\n incident occurred in the staff section of the ship, his crew would be\n forced to submit to a thorough inspection in an effort to find the", "Critten looked him square in the eye and said, \"I threw it out one of\n the escape chutes. Does that answer your question?\"\n\n\n \"Threw it away?\" Tarper and the crowd were incredulous.", "Red Mask did.\nOn the 101st day he was seen in a corridor in Quadrant Four. Emil\n Pierce, policeman on duty, managed to squeeze off several shots at his\n retreating figure.", "\"Oh, there'll be a trial, Mr. Ellason, but you don't think any jury'd\n let him live after all the things he's done, do you?\"", "Attendant to taking notes on this incident, Ellason noted a strange\n thing. Janssen lived in that part of the ship known as the First", "\"And the murder?\"\n\n\n \"Raymond Palugger died in the hospital all right, but he died from\n his illness on the operating table. We turned it into an advantage by\n making it look suspicious.\"", "It was the same with others. \"The man's insane, Mr. Ellason. Positively\n insane.\" Many people said it.", "\"Every time things got dull, I livened them up. I got a stunner and\n robbed along the corridor. That really stirred them. Lucky nobody got", "in a red mask was seen hurrying from the hospital area, and a staff\n investigation revealed that Palugger had died trying to prevent the\n theft of the belt.", "It was all duly recorded in Keith Ellason's notebooks.\nDying is easy for a Nilly. Especially if it's arranged for beforehand,", "matter, Critten did a good job. He was trained by an old friend of mine\n for this job, Gelthorpe Nill. Nill used to be in counter-espionage when\n there were wars.\"", "Ellason was busy noting it all in his book. It became filled with\n jottings about innocent people being accidentally stunned when", "man in a red mask in her room. Her cries brought neighbors into the\n corridor. The flight of the man was witnessed by many, and several men" ], [ "Raymond Palugger was killed in the ship's hospital on the sixty-first\n day. Palugger, a Fourth Quadrant passenger, had complained of feeling", "\"And the murder?\"\n\n\n \"Raymond Palugger died in the hospital all right, but he died from\n his illness on the operating table. We turned it into an advantage by\n making it look suspicious.\"", "in a red mask was seen hurrying from the hospital area, and a staff\n investigation revealed that Palugger had died trying to prevent the\n theft of the belt.", "Captain Branson did not wait for the newsletter. Through the ship's\n speaker system, he reported that Palugger had a fortune in credits", "She said the culprit was a husky man wearing a red rubber mask, and\n though her description of what he had done did not appear in the story\n in the newsletter, it lost no time in penetrating every compartment of\n the ship.", "Critten looked him square in the eye and said, \"I threw it out one of\n the escape chutes. Does that answer your question?\"\n\n\n \"Threw it away?\" Tarper and the crowd were incredulous.", "It was the same with others. \"The man's insane, Mr. Ellason. Positively\n insane.\" Many people said it.", "Red Mask did.\nOn the 101st day he was seen in a corridor in Quadrant Four. Emil\n Pierce, policeman on duty, managed to squeeze off several shots at his\n retreating figure.", "On the thirty-fourth day a witness turned up who said he had seen a\n man emerging from Janssen's compartment with the black case. \"I didn't\n think anything of it at the time,\" Jamieson Dievers said.", "\"Sessions,\" Rexroad said, \"was a bully. The trouble started at about\n the halfway point. It ended with passengers engaging in open warfare\n with each other and the crew. Sessions was lucky to escape with his\n life.\"", "which went to all hands and passengers. In the Bulletin the captain\n appealed to the thief to return the case to Mr. Janssen. He said it\n was significant that all en route had passed stability tests, and that", "Ellason nodded. \"No time for brooding, for differences of opinion on\n small matters. Just time to hate Mr. Critten. Unanimously.\"\n\n\n \"Probably,\" Critten said, \"you are wondering about the execution.\"", "\"Oh, there'll be a trial, Mr. Ellason, but you don't think any jury'd\n let him live after all the things he's done, do you?\"", "They got their guns. Now there were twenty-four policemen on duty in\n the corridors—eight on at a time. Ellason observed that for the first\n time the passengers seemed relaxed.", "in the belt and had died of a severe beating. He said that since the\n incident occurred in the staff section of the ship, his crew would be\n forced to submit to a thorough inspection in an effort to find the", "Branson asked him to describe the man.\n\n\n \"Oh, he was about six feet tall, stocky build, and he wore a red rubber\n mask that covered his head completely.\"", "Branson smiled. \"It made the time pass quickly and interestingly for\n the passengers.\"\n\n\n \"To say nothing of me,\" Critten said.", "He made himself comfortable in his seven-foot-by-seven-foot cubicle,\n which is to say he dropped on his bed, found it more comfortable than", "In the tradition of newspaperman and observer, Keith Ellason tried\n to be as inconspicuous as possible, pressing against a bulkhead, but", "Critten grinned again. \"She played right into our hands. She ran out\n into the hall claiming I'd attacked her, which I did not. She was" ], [ "be a member of the crew. I am ordering an assembly of all passengers at\n nine tomorrow morning in the auditorium. I will speak to you all then.\"\nFaces were angry, tongues were sharp at the meeting, eyes suspicious", "The council issued orders that all passengers from now on would be\n required to lock their compartments at all times. More guns were\n obtained from the captain. More policemen were appointed.", "Those assembled waited in the hall while each team of six inspected\n the compartments of the others. These compartments were then locked,\n everyone returned to his compartment, and the larger search was\n conducted. It took twenty hours.", "The Quadrant Council congratulated itself. The passengers were proud\n of themselves. A special congratulatory message from Captain Branson\n appeared one day in the Bulletin newsletter.", "The colonists quieted. Benjamin Simpson, one of the older men, was\n elected president of the newly formed Quadrant Council. One man from", "They got their guns. Now there were twenty-four policemen on duty in\n the corridors—eight on at a time. Ellason observed that for the first\n time the passengers seemed relaxed.", "\"Sessions,\" Rexroad said, \"was a bully. The trouble started at about\n the halfway point. It ended with passengers engaging in open warfare\n with each other and the crew. Sessions was lucky to escape with his\n life.\"", "? They had passed\n stability tests too. This, then, was what happened when you took three\n thousand strangers and stuck them in a can for a year.", "Critten nodded. \"When great numbers are being transported, they are apt\n to magnify each little event because so little happens. It was my job\n to see that they directed none of their venom against each other or the\n crew, only toward me.\"", "Raymond Palugger was killed in the ship's hospital on the sixty-first\n day. Palugger, a Fourth Quadrant passenger, had complained of feeling", "\"It is not my desire to interfere in passenger affairs,\" he said.\n \"Insofar as the ship is concerned, it is my duty to make certain no", "The colonists settled down to living out the rest of the voyage until\n the landing on Antheon.", "be the home for three thousand persons outward bound, only the crew\n on the return trip. It was equipped with every conceivable facility\n and comfort—dining rooms, assembly hall, individual and family", "When Ellason saw Branson about it, the captain said, \"Of course I\n realize it takes only a little thing like this to set things off. I\n know people get tired of seeing each other, playing the same tapes,", "On the forty-fifth day June Failright, the young wife of one of the\n passenger meteorologists, ran screaming down one of the long corridors", "and further incidents occur. What then? It soon becomes the crew's\n fault. And soon the colonists will begin thinking these things might be\n the crew's doing in the first place.\"", "Phipps rubbed his chin. \"No weapons were allowed on the ship, but you\n must remember the colonists were selected for their intelligence and\n resourcefulness. They utilized these attributes to set up weapon shops\n to arm themselves.\"", "Branson smiled. \"It made the time pass quickly and interestingly for\n the passengers.\"\n\n\n \"To say nothing of me,\" Critten said.", "\"Sure,\" Critten said. \"You colonists got the easy life as passengers,\n just sitting around. I had to work my head off keeping records for you\n lazy bastards.\"\n\n\n The verdict was, of course, death.", "Attendant to taking notes on this incident, Ellason noted a strange\n thing. Janssen lived in that part of the ship known as the First" ], [ "They got their guns. Now there were twenty-four policemen on duty in\n the corridors—eight on at a time. Ellason observed that for the first\n time the passengers seemed relaxed.", "The council issued orders that all passengers from now on would be\n required to lock their compartments at all times. More guns were\n obtained from the captain. More policemen were appointed.", "Those assembled waited in the hall while each team of six inspected\n the compartments of the others. These compartments were then locked,\n everyone returned to his compartment, and the larger search was\n conducted. It took twenty hours.", "be a member of the crew. I am ordering an assembly of all passengers at\n nine tomorrow morning in the auditorium. I will speak to you all then.\"\nFaces were angry, tongues were sharp at the meeting, eyes suspicious", "Tom Tilbury, Fourth Quadrant leader, said, \"We want to set up a police\n force, Captain. We want stunners.\"", "\"Sessions,\" Rexroad said, \"was a bully. The trouble started at about\n the halfway point. It ended with passengers engaging in open warfare\n with each other and the crew. Sessions was lucky to escape with his\n life.\"", "crewman is guilty. This I am doing. But my crew is not and cannot be\n a police force for you. It is up to you people to police and protect\n yourselves.\"", "Critten nodded. \"When great numbers are being transported, they are apt\n to magnify each little event because so little happens. It was my job\n to see that they directed none of their venom against each other or the\n crew, only toward me.\"", "? They had passed\n stability tests too. This, then, was what happened when you took three\n thousand strangers and stuck them in a can for a year.", "Phipps rubbed his chin. \"No weapons were allowed on the ship, but you\n must remember the colonists were selected for their intelligence and\n resourcefulness. They utilized these attributes to set up weapon shops\n to arm themselves.\"", "\"It is not my desire to interfere in passenger affairs,\" he said.\n \"Insofar as the ship is concerned, it is my duty to make certain no", "We've got him on the run, the colonists said.\n\n\n He's afraid to do anything, now that we've got police protection, they\n said smugly.", "Raymond Palugger was killed in the ship's hospital on the sixty-first\n day. Palugger, a Fourth Quadrant passenger, had complained of feeling", "The colonists settled down to living out the rest of the voyage until\n the landing on Antheon.", "The Quadrant Council congratulated itself. The passengers were proud\n of themselves. A special congratulatory message from Captain Branson\n appeared one day in the Bulletin newsletter.", "When Ellason saw Branson about it, the captain said, \"Of course I\n realize it takes only a little thing like this to set things off. I\n know people get tired of seeing each other, playing the same tapes,", "Red Mask did.\nOn the 101st day he was seen in a corridor in Quadrant Four. Emil\n Pierce, policeman on duty, managed to squeeze off several shots at his\n retreating figure.", "and further incidents occur. What then? It soon becomes the crew's\n fault. And soon the colonists will begin thinking these things might be\n the crew's doing in the first place.\"", "be the home for three thousand persons outward bound, only the crew\n on the return trip. It was equipped with every conceivable facility\n and comfort—dining rooms, assembly hall, individual and family", "But on the 170th day calamity struck. Red Mask appropriated one of the\n stunners, made his way down one whole corridor section in Quadrant Two," ], [ "Critten sighed. \"And I'll have to be caught again.\"\nYes, we're anonymous, nameless, we Nillys, for that's what we call", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nSure I'm a Nilly, and I've died seven times, always in the blackness", "matter, Critten did a good job. He was trained by an old friend of mine\n for this job, Gelthorpe Nill. Nill used to be in counter-espionage when\n there were wars.\"", ".\"\nBeing a Nilly is important, probably as important as running the ship,\n and I think it is this thought that keeps us satisfied, willing to be\n what we are.", "It was all duly recorded in Keith Ellason's notebooks.\nDying is easy for a Nilly. Especially if it's arranged for beforehand,", "Branson smiled. \"It made the time pass quickly and interestingly for\n the passengers.\"\n\n\n \"To say nothing of me,\" Critten said.", "Ellason nodded. \"No time for brooding, for differences of opinion on\n small matters. Just time to hate Mr. Critten. Unanimously.\"\n\n\n \"Probably,\" Critten said, \"you are wondering about the execution.\"", "\"You were excellent,\" Ellason said.\n\n\n \"Can't say I enjoyed the role,\" said Critten, \"but I think it saved\n lives.\"", "\"Hello,\" Critten said, grinning from ear to ear.\n\n\n \"I figured as much,\" Ellason said. \"I've been doing a lot of thinking.\"", "\"Well, Critten,\" Branson roared at him, \"what have you got to say for\n yourself?\"\n\n\n \"Go to hell,\" Critten said quietly. As if it were an afterthought, he\n spat at the captain.", "and by Keith Ellason.\nWe Nillys know about hate and about violence. We know too that where\n there is hate there is violence, and where there is violence there is\n death.", "Critten looked him square in the eye and said, \"I threw it out one of\n the escape chutes. Does that answer your question?\"\n\n\n \"Threw it away?\" Tarper and the crowd were incredulous.", "Critten nodded. \"When great numbers are being transported, they are apt\n to magnify each little event because so little happens. It was my job\n to see that they directed none of their venom against each other or the\n crew, only toward me.\"", "It was a long trial—from the 220th to the 241st day—and there didn't\n seem to be much doubt about the outcome, for Critten didn't help his\n own cause during any of it.", "Critten grinned again. \"She played right into our hands. She ran out\n into the hall claiming I'd attacked her, which I did not. She was", "\"Every time things got dull, I livened them up. I got a stunner and\n robbed along the corridor. That really stirred them. Lucky nobody got", "him, unhappily admitted the man was a member of the crew. His name was\n Harrel Critten and he was a record keeper third class.", "\"Sure,\" Critten said. \"You colonists got the easy life as passengers,\n just sitting around. I had to work my head off keeping records for you\n lazy bastards.\"\n\n\n The verdict was, of course, death.", "Red Mask did.\nOn the 101st day he was seen in a corridor in Quadrant Four. Emil\n Pierce, policeman on duty, managed to squeeze off several shots at his\n retreating figure.", "She said the culprit was a husky man wearing a red rubber mask, and\n though her description of what he had done did not appear in the story\n in the newsletter, it lost no time in penetrating every compartment of\n the ship." ] ]

[ "Why didn't the Lieutenant know she was pregnant?", "Why can't Lieutenant Britton go back to Earth?", "Why did the Lieutenant go into labor early?", "Why do they need an incubator?", "Why can't they build an incubator?", "What is White Sands?", "Why is Alice so relaxed when she finds out there is no incubator aboard the space station?", "How does Alice feel about delivering the baby on the space station?" ]

[ [ "She has an irregular cycle.", "She had her tubes tied before going into space.", "She wasn't keeping track of her cycle.", "Women don't have periods in space." ], [ "There are no ships available to go to Earth at this time.", "There is no one else trained to replace her as Chief Radar Technician on the space station.", "The replacement Radar Technician was killed in a car wreck on his way to White Sands. A new technician will have to be trained.", "The G-forces the body is subjected to during space travel would affect the fetus." ], [ "A slight depressurization in the space station shocked her body into labor.", "Major Banes induced labor early because the baby was unusually large.", "The stress of living in outer space caused her body to go into pre-term labor.", "An asteroid crashed into the space station causing it to jerk unexpectedly. The Lieutenant fell and her water broke." ], [ "The baby is one month early.", "The baby is three months early.", "The baby is two months early.", "The baby is four months early." ], [ "They don't have the right kind of lights aboard the space station.", "It does not occur to them to build an incubator.", "None of them no how to build an incubator and the asteroid knocked out communications.", "There are no spare parts aboard the space station." ], [ "A city in New Mexico.", "A rocket base in New Mexico.", "An obstetrics facility in New Mexico.", "A mission control base in New Mexico." ], [ "Alice knows any room in the space station can be made into a giant incubator with minor adjustments.", "Alice is feeling delirious due to the pains of natural childbirth and is only concerned with getting the baby out, and getting the pain to stop at the moment.", "Alice is feeling the effects of the morphine they gave her for the contractions and is not concerned with much of anything right now.", "Alice is feeling the effects of the Demerol they gave her for the contractions and is not concerned with much of anything right now." ], [ "She is confident in Major Barnes. She feels he's perfectly competent, though obstetrics is not his field.", "She is excited. She's going to be famous. No one has ever had a baby in space before.", "She is terrified. No one has ever had a baby in space before.", "She is scared because the baby is so early and there is no incubator onboard the space station." ] ]

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[ [ "And he had looked up at her scathingly. \"Lieutenant Britton, it is\n my personal opinion that you need your head examined, and not by a", "\"Well, think about something useful! Think about how we're going to\n save that baby!\" He paused as he saw her eyes. \"I'm sorry, Lieutenant.", "Major Banes looked at her and smiled a little. \"How do you feel,\n Lieutenant?\"", "He stopped. Alice was bubbling up with laughter.\n\n\n \"Lieutenant! Lieutenant Britton! Alice! This is no time to get\n hysterical! Stop it!\"", "There was a long pause. Finally, he said softly: \"There isn't any\n incubator. I didn't take the possibility of a premature delivery into", "Another pain came, and he had to wait until it was over before he got\n her answer. \"Doctor,\" she said, \"I thought you would have figured it", "\"You mean—\nalready\n?\"\n\n\n The colonel said nothing, but he raised an eyebrow.\n\n\n \"Over an hour ago,\" said Banes.", "It was a few minutes of ten when he decided he'd better get back to\n Alice Britton. She was trying to read a book between spasms, but she\n wasn't getting much read. She dropped it to the floor when he came in.", "According to the major, the baby was due sometime around the first of\n September. \"Two hundred and eighty days,\" he had said. \"Luckily, we can", "\"I didn't know,\" she had said stolidly. \"You know my medical record.\"", "There was a faint rap, and the heavy airtight door swung open to admit\n the Chief Nurse. \"There's a message for you in your office, doctor.\n I'll send a nurse in to be with her.\"", "\"But that was two and a half months ago! Why didn't you come to\n me before this? Of all the tom-fool—\" His voice had died off in\n suppressed anger.", "Alice Britton closed her eyes. Major Banes was all smiles and cheer\n now, but he hadn't been that way five months ago. She chuckled softly\n to herself as she thought of his blistering speech.", "\"I know. I know.\" A puzzled frown had come over his face then, a frown\n which almost hid the green eyes that contrasted so startlingly with the", "\"Lieutenant Britton, you're either careless or brainless; I don't\n know which! Your husband may be the finest rocket jockey in the Space", "\"Am I glad to see you! It won't be long now.\" She looked at him\n analytically. \"Say! Just what\nis\neating you? You look more haggard\n than I do!\"", "She frowned. \"That really puts you on the spot. If the baby dies,\n they'll blame you.\"", "He forced a nervous smile. \"Nothing but the responsibility. You're\n going to be a very famous woman, you know. You'll be the mother of the", "The nurse left quietly. She knew Banes wasn't really angry at the\n Brittons; it was simply his way of letting off steam to ease the\n tension within him.", "his left hand. \"Two hours. It isn't soon enough. She'll never hold out\n that long. And we don't have an incubator.\" His voice was a clipped" ], [ "\"Lieutenant Britton, you're either careless or brainless; I don't\n know which! Your husband may be the finest rocket jockey in the Space", "And he had looked up at her scathingly. \"Lieutenant Britton, it is\n my personal opinion that you need your head examined, and not by a", "around the planet, watching what went on below. Outside its bright\n steel hull was the silence of the interplanetary vacuum; inside, in the\n hospital ward, Lieutenant Alice Britton clutched at the sheets of her", "He stopped. Alice was bubbling up with laughter.\n\n\n \"Lieutenant! Lieutenant Britton! Alice! This is no time to get\n hysterical! Stop it!\"", "looks as though the Space Service has released the information to the\n public. Lieutenant Britton's husband was right when he said the whole\n world's praying for her. Do you want to hear the tapes?\"", "pinpoint it almost exactly. And at a maximum of half of Earth gravity,\n you shouldn't weigh more than seventy pounds then. You're to report to\n me at least once a week, Lieutenant.\"", "\"Right now, I can't do anything. I can't beam a radio message through\n to the Earth. But as soon as we get within radio range of White Sands,", "the globe beneath them. He had spent the hour typing out a complete\n report of what had happened to Alice Britton and a list of what he\n needed. He handed it to the teletype operator and paced the floor", "But Captain Britton wasn't listening any more. He was headed toward his\n wife's room at top speed.", "\"Well, think about something useful! Think about how we're going to\n save that baby!\" He paused as he saw her eyes. \"I'm sorry, Lieutenant.", "Alice Britton closed her eyes. Major Banes was all smiles and cheer\n now, but he hadn't been that way five months ago. She chuckled softly\n to herself as she thought of his blistering speech.", "station is a kind of incubator itself, you see. It protects us poor,\n weak humans from the terrible conditions of space. So all we had to do", "account. It's my fault. I've done what I could, though; the ship is\n bringing one up. I—I think we'll be able to keep the child alive\n until—\"", "Banes looked at her, his face expressionless. \"What would we build it\n out of? There's not a spare piece of equipment in the station. It costs\n money to ship material up here, you know. Anything not essential is\n left on the ground.\"", "Service, but that doesn't give him the right to come blasting up here\n on a supply rocket just to get you pregnant!\"", "\"Send me back down to Earth, of course.\"", "know. I don't even have any references up here; people aren't supposed\n to go around having babies on a space station!\"", "So she had stayed on in the Space Station, doing her job as always.\n As Chief Radar Technician, she was important in the operation of the", "It was a few minutes of ten when he decided he'd better get back to\n Alice Britton. She was trying to read a book between spasms, but she\n wasn't getting much read. She dropped it to the floor when he came in.", "smoke to calm his raw nerves, but it was strictly against regulations.\n Air was too precious to be used up by smoking. Every bit of air on\n board had had to be carried up in rockets when the station was built" ], [ "The depressurization hadn't hurt her too much, but the shock had been\n enough to start labor. The baby was going to come two months early.", "\"Well, think about something useful! Think about how we're going to\n save that baby!\" He paused as he saw her eyes. \"I'm sorry, Lieutenant.", "According to the major, the baby was due sometime around the first of\n September. \"Two hundred and eighty days,\" he had said. \"Luckily, we can", "His laugh was hard and short. \"Delivery room! I wish to Heaven we had\n one! Prepare the ward room next to the one she's in now, I guess. It's\n the best we have.", "He stopped. Alice was bubbling up with laughter.\n\n\n \"Lieutenant! Lieutenant Britton! Alice! This is no time to get\n hysterical! Stop it!\"", "his left hand. \"Two hours. It isn't soon enough. She'll never hold out\n that long. And we don't have an incubator.\" His voice was a clipped", "There was a long pause. Finally, he said softly: \"There isn't any\n incubator. I didn't take the possibility of a premature delivery into", "And he had looked up at her scathingly. \"Lieutenant Britton, it is\n my personal opinion that you need your head examined, and not by a", "When the pain had ebbed away, he said: \"We've got the delivery room all\n ready. It won't be much longer now.\"\n\n\n \"I'll say it won't! How about the incubator?\"", "There was a faint rap, and the heavy airtight door swung open to admit\n the Chief Nurse. \"There's a message for you in your office, doctor.\n I'll send a nurse in to be with her.\"", "He went on talking, trying to keep the conversation light, but his eyes\n kept wandering to his wristwatch, timing Alice's pain intervals. They\n were coming too close together to suit him.", "It was a few minutes of ten when he decided he'd better get back to\n Alice Britton. She was trying to read a book between spasms, but she\n wasn't getting much read. She dropped it to the floor when he came in.", "Another pain came, and he had to wait until it was over before he got\n her answer. \"Doctor,\" she said, \"I thought you would have figured it", "\"You mean—\nalready\n?\"\n\n\n The colonel said nothing, but he raised an eyebrow.\n\n\n \"Over an hour ago,\" said Banes.", "She frowned. \"That really puts you on the spot. If the baby dies,\n they'll blame you.\"", "\"Will we have time? The pains are coming pretty fast now. It will be at\n least three hours before they can get a ship up here. If they miss us", "around the planet, watching what went on below. Outside its bright\n steel hull was the silence of the interplanetary vacuum; inside, in the\n hospital ward, Lieutenant Alice Britton clutched at the sheets of her", "Banes' grin widened. \"We'll put the baby in it, now that we've got it,\n but it really isn't necessary. Your wife figured that one out. A space", "in September, so when White Sands contacted us, they said he was coming\n immediately.\" He paused, and a genuine smile crossed his face. \"Your\n husband is bringing him up.\"", "He forced a nervous smile. \"Nothing but the responsibility. You're\n going to be a very famous woman, you know. You'll be the mother of the" ], [ "\"But—but—the incubator—\"", "\"I beg your pardon?\"\n\n\n \"Incubator. We can't deliver a seven-month preemie without an\n incubator.\"", "his left hand. \"Two hours. It isn't soon enough. She'll never hold out\n that long. And we don't have an incubator.\" His voice was a clipped", "The Chief Nurse at a nearby desk took off her glasses and looked at him\n speculatively. \"Something wrong, doctor?\"\n\n\n \"Incubator,\" he said, without taking his eyes off the clock.", "There was a long pause. Finally, he said softly: \"There isn't any\n incubator. I didn't take the possibility of a premature delivery into", "When the pain had ebbed away, he said: \"We've got the delivery room all\n ready. It won't be much longer now.\"\n\n\n \"I'll say it won't! How about the incubator?\"", "I'll ask them to send up an emergency rocket with an incubator. But—\"", "station is a kind of incubator itself, you see. It protects us poor,\n weak humans from the terrible conditions of space. So all we had to do", "was close up one of the airtight rooms, sterilize it, warm it up, and\n put in extra oxygen from the emergency tanks. Young James is perfectly\n comfortable.\"", "Banes' grin widened. \"We'll put the baby in it, now that we've got it,\n but it really isn't necessary. Your wife figured that one out. A space", "out. Ask yourself just one question. Ask yourself, 'Why is a space\n station like an incubator?'\"\nSpace Ship Twelve docked at Space Station One at exactly eleven", "His laugh was hard and short. \"Delivery room! I wish to Heaven we had\n one! Prepare the ward room next to the one she's in now, I guess. It's\n the best we have.", "According to the major, the baby was due sometime around the first of\n September. \"Two hundred and eighty days,\" he had said. \"Luckily, we can", "She frowned. \"That really puts you on the spot. If the baby dies,\n they'll blame you.\"", "\"Well, think about something useful! Think about how we're going to\n save that baby!\" He paused as he saw her eyes. \"I'm sorry, Lieutenant.", "The depressurization hadn't hurt her too much, but the shock had been\n enough to start labor. The baby was going to come two months early.", "account. It's my fault. I've done what I could, though; the ship is\n bringing one up. I—I think we'll be able to keep the child alive\n until—\"", "know. I don't even have any references up here; people aren't supposed\n to go around having babies on a space station!\"", "The nurse's eyes widened. \"Good Lord! I never thought of that! What are\n you going to do?\"", "There was a faint rap, and the heavy airtight door swung open to admit\n the Chief Nurse. \"There's a message for you in your office, doctor.\n I'll send a nurse in to be with her.\"" ], [ "\"But—but—the incubator—\"", "\"I beg your pardon?\"\n\n\n \"Incubator. We can't deliver a seven-month preemie without an\n incubator.\"", "his left hand. \"Two hours. It isn't soon enough. She'll never hold out\n that long. And we don't have an incubator.\" His voice was a clipped", "The Chief Nurse at a nearby desk took off her glasses and looked at him\n speculatively. \"Something wrong, doctor?\"\n\n\n \"Incubator,\" he said, without taking his eyes off the clock.", "There was a long pause. Finally, he said softly: \"There isn't any\n incubator. I didn't take the possibility of a premature delivery into", "When the pain had ebbed away, he said: \"We've got the delivery room all\n ready. It won't be much longer now.\"\n\n\n \"I'll say it won't! How about the incubator?\"", "I'll ask them to send up an emergency rocket with an incubator. But—\"", "Banes looked at her, his face expressionless. \"What would we build it\n out of? There's not a spare piece of equipment in the station. It costs\n money to ship material up here, you know. Anything not essential is\n left on the ground.\"", "station is a kind of incubator itself, you see. It protects us poor,\n weak humans from the terrible conditions of space. So all we had to do", "The Chief Nurse said: \"Can't we build something that will do until the\n rocket gets here?\"", "She frowned. \"That really puts you on the spot. If the baby dies,\n they'll blame you.\"", "\"Well, think about something useful! Think about how we're going to\n save that baby!\" He paused as he saw her eyes. \"I'm sorry, Lieutenant.", "out. Ask yourself just one question. Ask yourself, 'Why is a space\n station like an incubator?'\"\nSpace Ship Twelve docked at Space Station One at exactly eleven", "know. I don't even have any references up here; people aren't supposed\n to go around having babies on a space station!\"", "account. It's my fault. I've done what I could, though; the ship is\n bringing one up. I—I think we'll be able to keep the child alive\n until—\"", "His laugh was hard and short. \"Delivery room! I wish to Heaven we had\n one! Prepare the ward room next to the one she's in now, I guess. It's\n the best we have.", "was close up one of the airtight rooms, sterilize it, warm it up, and\n put in extra oxygen from the emergency tanks. Young James is perfectly\n comfortable.\"", "Banes' grin widened. \"We'll put the baby in it, now that we've got it,\n but it really isn't necessary. Your wife figured that one out. A space", "flaming red of his hair. \"The question is: what do we do next? We're\n not equipped for obstetrics up here.\"", "The nurse's eyes widened. \"Good Lord! I never thought of that! What are\n you going to do?\"" ], [ "in September, so when White Sands contacted us, they said he was coming\n immediately.\" He paused, and a genuine smile crossed his face. \"Your\n husband is bringing him up.\"", "She smiled back; she knew the pain wouldn't return for a few minutes\n yet. \"Fine, doctor. It's no worse than I was expecting. How long will\n it before we can contact White Sands?\"", "\"Right now, I can't do anything. I can't beam a radio message through\n to the Earth. But as soon as we get within radio range of White Sands,", "WHITE SANDS ROCKET BASE 4 JULY 1984 0928 HRS URGENT TO: MAJ PETER", "WHITE SANDS ROCKET BASE 4 JULY 1984 0913 HRS URGENT TO: MAJ PETER", "now, but as soon as we get within radio range of New Mexico, I'll beam\n a call in.\" He paused, then repeated, \"You just take it easy. Call the", "THE FORT, BABY, THE WHOLE WORLD IS PRAYING FOR YOU. OUT.\nBanes sat on the edge of his desk, pounding a fist into the palm of", "There, high in the emptiness of space, Space Station One swung in its\n orbit. Once every two hours, the artificial satellite looped completely", "around the planet, watching what went on below. Outside its bright\n steel hull was the silence of the interplanetary vacuum; inside, in the\n hospital ward, Lieutenant Alice Britton clutched at the sheets of her", "\"You mean—\nalready\n?\"\n\n\n The colonel said nothing, but he raised an eyebrow.\n\n\n \"Over an hour ago,\" said Banes.", "Major Banes was in the Communications Center a full five minutes\n before the coastline of California appeared on the curved horizon of", "the globe beneath them. He had spent the hour typing out a complete\n report of what had happened to Alice Britton and a list of what he\n needed. He handed it to the teletype operator and paced the floor", "pinpoint it almost exactly. And at a maximum of half of Earth gravity,\n you shouldn't weigh more than seventy pounds then. You're to report to\n me at least once a week, Lieutenant.\"", "The self-sealing walls had closed the tiny hole quickly, but even in\n that short time, a lot of air had gone whistling out into the vacuum of\n space.", "Alice Britton closed her eyes. Major Banes was all smiles and cheer\n now, but he hadn't been that way five months ago. She chuckled softly\n to herself as she thought of his blistering speech.", "station is a kind of incubator itself, you see. It protects us poor,\n weak humans from the terrible conditions of space. So all we had to do", "\"Well, think about something useful! Think about how we're going to\n save that baby!\" He paused as he saw her eyes. \"I'm sorry, Lieutenant.", "Service, but that doesn't give him the right to come blasting up here\n on a supply rocket just to get you pregnant!\"", "Everything had been fine until today. And then, only half an hour ago,\n a meteor had hit the radar room. It had been only a tiny bit of rock,", "\"Lieutenant Britton, you're either careless or brainless; I don't\n know which! Your husband may be the finest rocket jockey in the Space" ], [ "station is a kind of incubator itself, you see. It protects us poor,\n weak humans from the terrible conditions of space. So all we had to do", "Banes' grin widened. \"We'll put the baby in it, now that we've got it,\n but it really isn't necessary. Your wife figured that one out. A space", "around the planet, watching what went on below. Outside its bright\n steel hull was the silence of the interplanetary vacuum; inside, in the\n hospital ward, Lieutenant Alice Britton clutched at the sheets of her", "know. I don't even have any references up here; people aren't supposed\n to go around having babies on a space station!\"", "There was a long pause. Finally, he said softly: \"There isn't any\n incubator. I didn't take the possibility of a premature delivery into", "out. Ask yourself just one question. Ask yourself, 'Why is a space\n station like an incubator?'\"\nSpace Ship Twelve docked at Space Station One at exactly eleven", "station. Her pregnancy had never made her uncomfortable; the slow\n rotation of the wheel-shaped station about its axis gave an effective\n gravity at the rim only half that of Earth's surface, and the closer to", "was close up one of the airtight rooms, sterilize it, warm it up, and\n put in extra oxygen from the emergency tanks. Young James is perfectly\n comfortable.\"", "She smiled back; she knew the pain wouldn't return for a few minutes\n yet. \"Fine, doctor. It's no worse than I was expecting. How long will\n it before we can contact White Sands?\"", "So she had stayed on in the Space Station, doing her job as always.\n As Chief Radar Technician, she was important in the operation of the", "Banes looked at her, his face expressionless. \"What would we build it\n out of? There's not a spare piece of equipment in the station. It costs\n money to ship material up here, you know. Anything not essential is\n left on the ground.\"", "The Chief Nurse at a nearby desk took off her glasses and looked at him\n speculatively. \"Something wrong, doctor?\"\n\n\n \"Incubator,\" he said, without taking his eyes off the clock.", "first child born in space. And it's my job to see to it that you're\n both all right.\"", "There, high in the emptiness of space, Space Station One swung in its\n orbit. Once every two hours, the artificial satellite looped completely", "When the pain had ebbed away, he said: \"We've got the delivery room all\n ready. It won't be much longer now.\"\n\n\n \"I'll say it won't! How about the incubator?\"", "The depressurization hadn't hurt her too much, but the shock had been\n enough to start labor. The baby was going to come two months early.", "smoke to calm his raw nerves, but it was strictly against regulations.\n Air was too precious to be used up by smoking. Every bit of air on\n board had had to be carried up in rockets when the station was built", "his left hand. \"Two hours. It isn't soon enough. She'll never hold out\n that long. And we don't have an incubator.\" His voice was a clipped", "\"I beg your pardon?\"\n\n\n \"Incubator. We can't deliver a seven-month preemie without an\n incubator.\"", "Banes' next stop was the hospital ward.\n\n\n Alice Britton was resting quietly, but there were lines of strain\n around her eyes which hadn't been there an hour before." ], [ "know. I don't even have any references up here; people aren't supposed\n to go around having babies on a space station!\"", "station. Her pregnancy had never made her uncomfortable; the slow\n rotation of the wheel-shaped station about its axis gave an effective\n gravity at the rim only half that of Earth's surface, and the closer to", "Banes' grin widened. \"We'll put the baby in it, now that we've got it,\n but it really isn't necessary. Your wife figured that one out. A space", "around the planet, watching what went on below. Outside its bright\n steel hull was the silence of the interplanetary vacuum; inside, in the\n hospital ward, Lieutenant Alice Britton clutched at the sheets of her", "first child born in space. And it's my job to see to it that you're\n both all right.\"", "The depressurization hadn't hurt her too much, but the shock had been\n enough to start labor. The baby was going to come two months early.", "station is a kind of incubator itself, you see. It protects us poor,\n weak humans from the terrible conditions of space. So all we had to do", "So she had stayed on in the Space Station, doing her job as always.\n As Chief Radar Technician, she was important in the operation of the", "SPATIAL DELIVERY\nBY RANDALL GARRETT\nWomen on space station assignments\n \nshouldn't get pregnant. But there's a first", "out. Ask yourself just one question. Ask yourself, 'Why is a space\n station like an incubator?'\"\nSpace Ship Twelve docked at Space Station One at exactly eleven", "There, high in the emptiness of space, Space Station One swung in its\n orbit. Once every two hours, the artificial satellite looped completely", "\"Well, think about something useful! Think about how we're going to\n save that baby!\" He paused as he saw her eyes. \"I'm sorry, Lieutenant.", "account. It's my fault. I've done what I could, though; the ship is\n bringing one up. I—I think we'll be able to keep the child alive\n until—\"", "His laugh was hard and short. \"Delivery room! I wish to Heaven we had\n one! Prepare the ward room next to the one she's in now, I guess. It's\n the best we have.", "When the pain had ebbed away, he said: \"We've got the delivery room all\n ready. It won't be much longer now.\"\n\n\n \"I'll say it won't! How about the incubator?\"", "\"Will we have time? The pains are coming pretty fast now. It will be at\n least three hours before they can get a ship up here. If they miss us", "Banes looked at her, his face expressionless. \"What would we build it\n out of? There's not a spare piece of equipment in the station. It costs\n money to ship material up here, you know. Anything not essential is\n left on the ground.\"", "Service, but that doesn't give him the right to come blasting up here\n on a supply rocket just to get you pregnant!\"", "pinpoint it almost exactly. And at a maximum of half of Earth gravity,\n you shouldn't weigh more than seventy pounds then. You're to report to\n me at least once a week, Lieutenant.\"", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nOne thousand seventy-five miles above the wrinkled surface of Earth, a\n woman was in pain." ] ]

[ "What is the access revolution?", "How could selling their work actually harm some authors' interests?", "What does removing price barriers mean for readers?", "What does removing permission barriers mean for readers?", "What is the open-access delivered by repositories called?", "What is one limit all kinds of OA put on user freedom?", "What is the main premise of OA?", "In which chapter can we find more on OA policies?", "In which section can we find more about peer review?", "In which chapter can we find out more about OA economics?" ]

[ [ "Globally more homes than ever before have access to the internet.", "Free global sharing.", "Authors are giving away their work for free.", "Authors can share their work with a worldwide audience at essentially no cost." ], [ "It could steer them toward writing about popular topics rather than writing about their expertise.", "Libraries may decide not to purchase the work because of the cost involved for multiple copies.", "They may never reach a global audience.", "The cost to read the work could result in a smaller audience." ], [ "Readers are not limited by the budgets of libraries.", "Readers can translate and redistribute work.", "Readers can reuse literature for scholarly purposes.", "Readers are not limited by their own ability to pay." ], [ "Readers can reuse literature for scholarly purposes.", "Readers can translate and redistribute work.", "Readers are not limited by their own ability to pay.", "Readers are not limited by the budgets of libraries." ], [ "Green OA", "Libre OA", "Gold OA", "Gratis OA" ], [ "A constraint on library privileges.", "A limit on text mining.", "A constraint on reproduction and distribution.", "There is an obligation to credit the work to the author." ], [ "To make research literature available online without price barriers or without most permission barriers.", "To allow researchers to reuse literature for scholarly purposes.", "To allow reproduction and distribution by readers.", "To allow readers to write derivative works." ], [ "Chapter 4", "Chapter 5", "Chapter 9", "Chapter 2" ], [ "Section 5.1", "Section 5.3", "Section 5.7", "Section 5.5" ], [ "Chapter 7", "Chapter 5", "Chapter 9", "Chapter 3" ] ]

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[ [ "Digital technologies have created more than one revolution. Let’s call this one the access revolution.", "access revolution in the twentieth and twenty-first. Because scholars are", "Open access\nis the name of the revolutionary kind of access these authors, unencumbered by a motive of financial gain, are free to provide to their readers.", "If authors like that exist, at least they should take advantage of the access revolution. The dream of global free access can be a reality for them, even if most other authors hope to earn royalties and feel obliged to sit out this particular revolution.", "Why don’t more authors take advantage of the access revolution", "If anything, the OA movement focuses on bringing access to", "revolution to reach more readers? The answer is pretty clear.", "nearly unique in their freedom to take advantage of this revolution", "wants access, regardless of their professions or purposes. There’s no", "“open access” was coined by researchers trying to remove access", "revolution without financial risk. In this sense, the planets have", "We could call it “barrier-free” access, but that would emphasize the negative rather than the positive. In any case, we can be more specific about which access barriers OA removes.\nA price tag", "access, or perhaps to set up the patronizing counter-argument that", "The resulting access gaps harm authors by limiting their audience and", "Finally, OA isn’t universal access. Even when we succeed at removing price and permission barriers, four other kinds of access barrier might remain in place:\nFiltering and censorship barriers", "The Budapest Open Access Initiative said in February 2002:", "open access\nuntil we succeed. In the long climb to universal access, removing price and permission barriers is a significant plateau worth recognizing with a special name.", "well as readers. Authors want access to readers at least", "Open access (OA) literature is digital, online, free of charge, and free of most copyright and licensing restrictions.", "about bringing access to everyone with an internet connection who wants" ], [ "make. Suppose that selling their work would actually harm their", "Let’s sharpen the question, then, by putting to one side authors who want to sell their work. We can even acknowledge that we’re putting aside the vast majority of authors.", "want to sell their work. As a result, users may", "Another aspect of author self-interest emerges from the well-documented", "aren’t selling them, and even authors with purposes higher than", "makes sense when the author wants to sell the work and", "The resulting access gaps harm authors by limiting their audience and", "their work as widely as possible. Even these authors, however,", "greater impact. Authors who work for royalties have reason to", "If authors like that exist, at least they should take advantage of the access revolution. The dream of global free access can be a reality for them, even if most other authors hope to earn royalties and feel obliged to sit out this particular revolution.", "authors of royalties against their will. But we could also", "Of course, conventional publishers are not as free as authors,", "their royalties. Second, academics have salaries from universities, freeing", "Two background facts suggest the answer. First, authors are the copyright holders for their work until or unless they transfer rights to someone else, such as a publisher.", "Creative people who live by royalties, such as novelists,", "however, tend to transfer their copyrights to intermediaries—publishers—who want", "depend on asking royalty-earning authors to give up their", "well as readers. Authors want access to readers at least", "and hurts authors, and that the reader side of the", "depends on copyright-holder consent. Hence, royalty-earning authors have nothing" ], [ "Removing price barriers means that readers are not limited by", "We could call it “barrier-free” access, but that would emphasize the negative rather than the positive. In any case, we can be more specific about which access barriers OA removes.\nA price tag", "without price or permission barriers. Moreover, any kind of content", "Finally, OA isn’t universal access. Even when we succeed at removing price and permission barriers, four other kinds of access barrier might remain in place:\nFiltering and censorship barriers", "is the suggestion I hear most often. While every kind of OA removes price barriers, there are many different permission barriers we could remove if we wanted to. If we remove price barriers alone, we provide\ngratis OA", "privileges. Removing permission barriers means that scholars are free to", "open access\nuntil we succeed. In the long climb to universal access, removing price and permission barriers is a significant plateau worth recognizing with a special name.", "Open access\nis the name of the revolutionary kind of access these authors, unencumbered by a motive of financial gain, are free to provide to their readers.", "Most us want to remove all four of these barriers. But there’s no reason to save the term\nopen access", "go beyond removing price barriers to removing permission barriers, or", "directions. OA removes price barriers.", "is a significant access barrier. Most works with price tags", ", and if we remove at least some permission barriers as well, we provide\nlibre OA\n. (Also see section 3.1 on green/gold and section 3.3 on gratis/libre.)", "If authors like that exist, at least they should take advantage of the access revolution. The dream of global free access can be a reality for them, even if most other authors hope to earn royalties and feel obliged to sit out this particular revolution.", "publishers, especially when conventional publishers erect access barriers at the", "OA literature is costless to produce, although many argue that", "well as readers. Authors want access to readers at least", "of reach of readers who want access.)", "Open access (OA) literature is digital, online, free of charge, and free of most copyright and licensing restrictions.", "access barriers. (More in chapter 7 on economics.)" ], [ "privileges. Removing permission barriers means that scholars are free to", "Removing price barriers means that readers are not limited by", "without price or permission barriers. Moreover, any kind of content", ", and if we remove at least some permission barriers as well, we provide\nlibre OA\n. (Also see section 3.1 on green/gold and section 3.3 on gratis/libre.)", "permission barriers. Even the implementation is simple enough that the", "is the suggestion I hear most often. While every kind of OA removes price barriers, there are many different permission barriers we could remove if we wanted to. If we remove price barriers alone, we provide\ngratis OA", "Finally, OA isn’t universal access. Even when we succeed at removing price and permission barriers, four other kinds of access barrier might remain in place:\nFiltering and censorship barriers", "go beyond removing price barriers to removing permission barriers, or", "We could call it “barrier-free” access, but that would emphasize the negative rather than the positive. In any case, we can be more specific about which access barriers OA removes.\nA price tag", "Open access\nis the name of the revolutionary kind of access these authors, unencumbered by a motive of financial gain, are free to provide to their readers.", "directions. OA removes these permission barriers.", "Most us want to remove all four of these barriers. But there’s no reason to save the term\nopen access", "open access\nuntil we succeed. In the long climb to universal access, removing price and permission barriers is a significant plateau worth recognizing with a special name.", "they formerly permitted, including permission for authors to make OA", "If authors like that exist, at least they should take advantage of the access revolution. The dream of global free access can be a reality for them, even if most other authors hope to earn royalties and feel obliged to sit out this particular revolution.", "Open access (OA) literature is digital, online, free of charge, and free of most copyright and licensing restrictions.", "depends on copyright-holder consent. Hence, royalty-earning authors have nothing", "well as readers. Authors want access to readers at least", "publishers, especially when conventional publishers erect access barriers at the", "of reach of readers who want access.)" ], [ ", and OA delivered by repositories is called\ngreen OA\n. Work that is not open access, or that is available only for a price, is called\ntoll access", "Open access (OA) literature is digital, online, free of charge, and free of most copyright and licensing restrictions.", "Terminology\nWhen we need to, we can be more specific about access vehicles and access barriers. In the jargon, OA delivered by journals is called\ngold OA", "Open access\nis the name of the revolutionary kind of access these authors, unencumbered by a motive of financial gain, are free to provide to their readers.", "Finally, OA isn’t universal access. Even when we succeed at removing price and permission barriers, four other kinds of access barrier might remain in place:\nFiltering and censorship barriers", "OA copies of their work. By contrast, traditional journal-publishing contracts", "of others. Most allow green OA (through repositories) and a", "What Is Open Access?", "or libraries. Some scholars who support OA decide to submit", "The basic idea of OA is simple: Make research literature", "Statement on Open Access Publishing (June 2003), and the Berlin", "We could call it “barrier-free” access, but that would emphasize the negative rather than the positive. In any case, we can be more specific about which access barriers OA removes.\nA price tag", ", and if we remove at least some permission barriers as well, we provide\nlibre OA\n. (Also see section 3.1 on green/gold and section 3.3 on gratis/libre.)", "The Budapest Open Access Initiative said in February 2002:", "open access\nuntil we succeed. In the long climb to universal access, removing price and permission barriers is a significant plateau worth recognizing with a special name.", "journals or publishers of their choice. Policies requiring OA do", "easier access to [research] literature. By “open access” to this", "“open access” was coined by researchers trying to remove access", "the theme. Likewise, I’ll reserve the term “open access”", "In principle, any kind of digital content can be OA," ], [ "Open access (OA) literature is digital, online, free of charge, and free of most copyright and licensing restrictions.", "Finally, OA isn’t universal access. Even when we succeed at removing price and permission barriers, four other kinds of access barrier might remain in place:\nFiltering and censorship barriers", "OA, since any digital content can be put online without", "In principle, any kind of digital content can be OA,", "The basic idea of OA is simple: Make research literature", "OA isn’t an attempt to reduce academic freedom. Academic authors", "directions. OA removes these permission barriers.", "1.2 What OA Is Not\nWe can dispel a cloud of objections and misunderstandings simply by pointing out a few things that OA is not. (Many of these points will be elaborated in later chapters.)", "If anything, the OA movement focuses on bringing access to", "OA copies of their work. By contrast, traditional journal-publishing contracts", "OA is compatible with every kind of peer review, from", "is the suggestion I hear most often. While every kind of OA removes price barriers, there are many different permission barriers we could remove if we wanted to. If we remove price barriers alone, we provide\ngratis OA", "For a work to be OA, the copyright holder must", "Newcomers to OA often assume that OA helps readers and", "1.1 What Makes OA Possible?\nOA is made possible by the internet and copyright-holder consent. But why would a copyright holder consent to OA?", "OA literature is costless to produce, although many argue that", "We could call it “barrier-free” access, but that would emphasize the negative rather than the positive. In any case, we can be more specific about which access barriers OA removes.\nA price tag", "OA gains nothing and loses potential allies by blurring these distinctions. This variety reminds us (to paraphrase Tim O’Reilly) that OA doesn’t threaten publishing; it only threatens existing publishers who do not adapt.", "OA isn’t an attempt to reduce authors’ rights over their", ", and if we remove at least some permission barriers as well, we provide\nlibre OA\n. (Also see section 3.1 on green/gold and section 3.3 on gratis/libre.)" ], [ "If anything, the OA movement focuses on bringing access to", "The basic idea of OA is simple: Make research literature", "1.2 What OA Is Not\nWe can dispel a cloud of objections and misunderstandings simply by pointing out a few things that OA is not. (Many of these points will be elaborated in later chapters.)", "OA. My definition here is the BBB definition reduced to", "OA isn’t an attempt to punish or undermine conventional", "Newcomers to OA often assume that OA helps readers and", "OA isn’t an attempt to reform, violate, or abolish", "Open access (OA) literature is digital, online, free of charge, and free of most copyright and licensing restrictions.", "by OA itself. When you enlarge the audience for an", "OA, since any digital content can be put online without", "and wouldn’t understand it if they tried. OA is about", "OA literature is costless to produce, although many argue that", "of income. 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The OA movement focuses on research articles precisely", "In principle, any kind of digital content can be OA,", "If anything, the OA movement focuses on bringing access to", "of others. Most allow green OA (through repositories) and a", "or libraries. Some scholars who support OA decide to submit", "OA gains nothing and loses potential allies by blurring these distinctions. This variety reminds us (to paraphrase Tim O’Reilly) that OA doesn’t threaten publishing; it only threatens existing publishers who do not adapt." ], [ "Moreover, peer review is done by dedicated volunteers who don’t", "5.1 on peer review.)", "5.1 on peer review.)", "OA is compatible with every kind of peer review, from", "OA needn’t dispense with peer review or favor unrefereed", "its importance. Because scholarly journals generally don’t pay peer-reviewing", "OA isn’t an attempt to bypass peer review. OA", "on OA to peer-reviewed articles. (More in section 5.1", "authors, all the participants in peer review can consent to", "These lucky authors are scholars, and the works they customarily write and publish without payment are peer-reviewed articles in scholarly journals.\nOpen access", "Authors of scholarly research articles aren’t the only players who", "have the same incentives to participate in peer review that", "in section 5.3 on OA for books.)", "My colleague Stevan Harnad frequently compares research articles to", "(More in chapter 4 on policies and chapter 6 on", "or referees either. In general, editors and referees are", "to advertisements. They advertise the author’s research. Try telling", "peer review can consent to OA without losing revenue. OA", "authors, editors, and referees. But this choice is not forced", "chapter 4\n on OA policies.)" ], [ "(More in chapter 4 on policies and chapter 6 on", "1.2 What OA Is Not\nWe can dispel a cloud of objections and misunderstandings simply by pointing out a few things that OA is not. (Many of these points will be elaborated in later chapters.)", "chapter 4\n on OA policies.)", "that. (See chapters", "chapter 4\n on OA policies.)", "If anything, the OA movement focuses on bringing access to", "OA literature is costless to produce, although many argue that", "in section 5.3 on OA for books.)", "of income. The OA movement focuses on research articles precisely", "by OA itself. When you enlarge the audience for an", "OA isn’t an attempt to reform, violate, or abolish", "Newcomers to OA often assume that OA helps readers and", "OA. My definition here is the BBB definition reduced to", "offer OA. They have expenses but they also have revenue", "access barriers. (More in chapter 7 on economics.)", "OA isn’t an attempt to deny the reality of costs.", "green OA and chapter 8 on casualties.)", "The basic idea of OA is simple: Make research literature", "OA was defined in three influential public statements: the Budapest", "and wouldn’t understand it if they tried. OA is about" ] ]

[ "Val and Ron's geiger is programmed to identify:", "Why have Val and Ron joined a mission on Mars?", "According to Ron, what motivated him and Val to join the Geigs?", "Which term best describes Mars' population?", "How will finding uranium on Mars aid the problem on Earth?", "What is Ledman's relation to UranCo?", "What is ironic about Ledman's quick departure to Mars?", "Why did Val become so tired during her trek across the desert?" ]

[ [ "The Sandcat", "The Dome", "Uranium", "humans" ], [ "to locate a new source of fuel", "to restore Earth's depleted fuel reserves", "to determine if the planet can be colonized", "to identify the source of recent astronaut murders" ], [ "desire to maintain their present way of life", "monetary compensation", "opportunity for a new life on Mars", "heroic reputational status upon returning to Earth" ], [ "congested", "meager", "sustainable", "uninhabited" ], [ "In combination with the underwater project, it will give Earth at least 300 more years of fuel", "It will cause more problems, because neighboring countries will fight over the small amount of fuel", "It will render the underwater project unnecessary", "It can hopefully sustain Earth's industries until the underwater project yields results" ], [ "He was a civilian injured by them in the Sadlerville blast", "He was their CEO prior to the Sadlerville blast", "He was the CEO of a competing company, Ledman Atomics", "He was a member of the Board" ], [ "Victims of the Sadlerville blast received a large settlement and were culturally recognized as heroes", "Inventors discovered a way to create prosthetics using atomic power", "In hunting Geigs, Ledman is killing the only people with the power to help him walk again", "He needs uranium in order to survive and went to a place where there is scant uranium" ], [ "She did not have the technology that enabled Ron to persist", "She became consumed with resentment for having traveled to Mars", "She had trouble adjusting to the Martian climate and terrain", "Uranium was seeping through her space suit" ] ]

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[ [ "I stopped, slipped out of\n the geiger harness, and lowered\n myself ponderously to\n the ground. \"What'samatter,\n Ron?\" Val asked sleepily.\n \"Something wrong?\"", "\"Can't we turn back now,\n Ron?\" Val pleaded. \"Maybe\n there isn't any uranium in\n this sector at all. I think\n we're crazy to keep on searching\n out here!\"", "\"Got the geigers, honey?\"", "She lifted the geiger harnesses,\n and I put Ledman\n back in his wheelchair.\n\n\n Val slipped her oxymask\n back on and fastened it shut.", "man pointing it is in a wheelchair.\n\"What's going on, Ron?\"\n Val asked in a low voice as we\n walked. Behind us the wheelchair", "It had.\n\n\n \"You've been hunting\n Geigs?\" I asked. \"\nWhy?\nWhat've they ever done to\n you?\"", "the clicks of the counter. And\n the geigers had been obstinately\n hushed all day, except\n for their constant undercurrent\n of meaningless noises.", "I nodded over at our geiger\n counters.\n\n\n \"We volunteered to come to\n Mars,\" Val said irrelevantly.", "\"You're sick, Gregory Ledman,\"\n Val said quietly.\n \"You've conceived an impossible\n scheme of revenge and", "like you, out on the\n desert. That's the only sport I\n have left—Geig-hunting. Look\n out there.\"", "We pressed on over the\n barren terrain. The geiger\n kept up a fairly steady click-pattern,\n but never broke into", "Enter the Geig Corps: volunteers\n out on the face of\n Mars, combing for its uranium\n deposits.", "I stared at him. I'd never\n seen a man like this before; I\n thought all his kind had died\n at the time of the atomic\n wars.\n\n\n I heard Val sob, \"He's a\n madman!\"", "the wall of the Dome at\n blaster-point. But then I remembered\n he'd killed twelve\n Geigs—or more—and would\n have added Val to the number", "The Geig Corps preferred\n married couples, working in\n teams. That's what had finally\n decided it for us—we were a", "\"Try to keep going, Val.\"\n My gloved hand reached out\n and clumsily enfolded hers.\n \"Come on, kid. Remember—we're", "\"She's right,\" I told him.\n \"The atom can take away, but\n it can give as well. Soon after\n you left they developed", "\"Heroes,\" she said bitterly.\n \"We're not heroes—we're\n suckers! Why did I ever let\n you volunteer for the Geig\n Corps and drag me along?\"", "The answer to that came to\n me quick enough: we had to.\n Earth needed radioactives,\n and the only way to get them", "Which wasn't anywhere\n close to the truth. Now I\n knew she was at the breaking\n point, because Val didn't lie" ], [ "And that started the chain\n of events that led Val and me\n to end up as a madman's prisoners,\n on Mars. With every", "\"Let's\n keep moving,\" I told\n Val. \"The surest way to\n die out here on Mars is to\n give up.\" I reached over and", "I nodded over at our geiger\n counters.\n\n\n \"We volunteered to come to\n Mars,\" Val said irrelevantly.", "No, we had decided together\n to come to Mars—the\n way we decided together on\n everything. Now she was", "\"Well, let me show you.\n You're on Mars hunting uranium,\n right? To mine and\n ship the radioactives back to\n Earth to keep the atomic engines\n going. Right?\"", "good team. We had no ties on\n Earth that couldn't be broken\n without much difficulty. So\n we volunteered.\nAnd here we are.", "\"You left Earth too quickly,\"\n Val said.\n\n\n \"It was the only way,\" he\n protested. \"I had to get off—\"", "\"Can't we turn back now,\n Ron?\" Val pleaded. \"Maybe\n there isn't any uranium in\n this sector at all. I think\n we're crazy to keep on searching\n out here!\"", "off for Mars without a moment's\n delay, didn't you? You\n hated Earth so much you\nhad\nto leave.\"", "Even though the Martian\n gravity was only a fraction of\n Earth's, I was starting to\n tire, and I knew it must have\n been really rough on Val with\n her lovely but unrugged legs.", "Enter the Geig Corps: volunteers\n out on the face of\n Mars, combing for its uranium\n deposits.", "unless she was so exhausted\n she didn't know what she was\n doing. She had been just as\n much inflamed by the idea of\n coming to Mars to help in the", "it seemed hard to believe that\n we'd exchanged Earth and all\n it held for us for the raw, untamed\n struggle that was Mars.", "\"We didn't come out here\n for the pay, Val.\"\n\n\n \"I know, I know, but just\n the same—\"", "where we were going, and\n why. I wondered why we had\n ever left Earth.", "\"No,\" Ledman said evenly.\n \"I'm quite sane, believe me.\n But I'm determined to drive\n the Geigs—and UranCo—off\n Mars. Eventually I'll scare\n you all away.\"", "\"Teamwork,\" Val said. She\n swivelled around on the floor\n until her head was near my\n boot. \"Push my oxymask off\n with your foot, if you can.\"", "man pointing it is in a wheelchair.\n\"What's going on, Ron?\"\n Val asked in a low voice as we\n walked. Behind us the wheelchair", "I stared ahead at the bleak,\n desolate wastes of the Martian\n landscape. Behind us\n somewhere was the comfort", "I looked down at Valerie's\n sleeping form, and thought of\n our warm, comfortable little\n home on Earth. It wasn't\n much, but people in love don't\n need very fancy surroundings." ], [ "of turning the weary, bedraggled\n girl at my side back into\n the Val who had so enthusiastically\n suggested we join\n the Geigs.", "The Geig Corps preferred\n married couples, working in\n teams. That's what had finally\n decided it for us—we were a", "man pointing it is in a wheelchair.\n\"What's going on, Ron?\"\n Val asked in a low voice as we\n walked. Behind us the wheelchair", "\"Why don't you do something?\n What are you waiting\n for, Ron?\"", "I stopped, slipped out of\n the geiger harness, and lowered\n myself ponderously to\n the ground. \"What'samatter,\n Ron?\" Val asked sleepily.\n \"Something wrong?\"", "just liked our comforts, and\n wanted to keep them. Which\n took a little work.\nTime to get moving.\nBut\n then Val stirred and rolled", "\"Heroes,\" she said bitterly.\n \"We're not heroes—we're\n suckers! Why did I ever let\n you volunteer for the Geig\n Corps and drag me along?\"", "the wall of the Dome at\n blaster-point. But then I remembered\n he'd killed twelve\n Geigs—or more—and would\n have added Val to the number", "Which wasn't anywhere\n close to the truth. Now I\n knew she was at the breaking\n point, because Val didn't lie", "\"You're lying,\" he said.\n \"It's not true!\"\n\n\n \"Oh, but it is,\" Val smiled.", "\"Can't we turn back now,\n Ron?\" Val pleaded. \"Maybe\n there isn't any uranium in\n this sector at all. I think\n we're crazy to keep on searching\n out here!\"", "I still didn't understand.\n \"But why kill us Geigs?\nWe\nhad nothing to do with it.\"", "the entire Geig Corps, since\n it was unlikely that one man\n in a wheelchair could pick us\n all off. No, it wasn't the", "Val rolled on the floor and\n her face lay near my right\n arm. I saw what she had in\n mind. She began to nibble the", "\"You're sick, Gregory Ledman,\"\n Val said quietly.\n \"You've conceived an impossible\n scheme of revenge and", "\"I never bothered to find\n out their names,\" Ledman\n said casually. \"They were\n other Geigs I caught unawares,", "It had.\n\n\n \"You've been hunting\n Geigs?\" I asked. \"\nWhy?\nWhat've they ever done to\n you?\"", "\"Ron—\"", "wheeled one-hand over to see\n what was wrong with Val.\n She continued to retch and\n moan most horribly. It almost\n convinced me. I saw Val's", "I looked at Val. She was\n dragging along with her eyes\n half-shut. I felt almost guilty\n for having dragged her out to" ], [ "And that started the chain\n of events that led Val and me\n to end up as a madman's prisoners,\n on Mars. With every", "\"Do you really think you\n can succeed?\" I taunted him.\n \"Really think you can kill\n every Earthman on Mars? Of\n all the insane, cockeyed—\"", "\"Well, let me show you.\n You're on Mars hunting uranium,\n right? To mine and\n ship the radioactives back to\n Earth to keep the atomic engines\n going. Right?\"", "sprawled out on the sands.\nPoor kid\n, I thought. Maybe\n we shouldn't have come to\n Mars after all. But, I reminded", "I stared ahead at the bleak,\n desolate wastes of the Martian\n landscape. Behind us\n somewhere was the comfort", "\"No,\" Ledman said evenly.\n \"I'm quite sane, believe me.\n But I'm determined to drive\n the Geigs—and UranCo—off\n Mars. Eventually I'll scare\n you all away.\"", "it seemed hard to believe that\n we'd exchanged Earth and all\n it held for us for the raw, untamed\n struggle that was Mars.", "Enter the Geig Corps: volunteers\n out on the face of\n Mars, combing for its uranium\n deposits.", "It wasn't Martians that\n had done it. There weren't\n any Martians, hadn't been for\n a million years. It was some\n Earthman who had bound us.", "I nodded over at our geiger\n counters.\n\n\n \"We volunteered to come to\n Mars,\" Val said irrelevantly.", "a grim-set jaw. I didn't recognize\n him, and this struck me\n odd. I thought I knew everyone\n on sparsely-settled Mars.", "No, we had decided together\n to come to Mars—the\n way we decided together on\n everything. Now she was", "off for Mars without a moment's\n delay, didn't you? You\n hated Earth so much you\nhad\nto leave.\"", "\"Let's\n keep moving,\" I told\n Val. \"The surest way to\n die out here on Mars is to\n give up.\" I reached over and", "say?\" He grinned. \"I saved\n for years; then I came to\n Mars, lost myself, built this\n Dome, and swore to get even.", "Even though the Martian\n gravity was only a fraction of\n Earth's, I was starting to\n tire, and I knew it must have\n been really rough on Val with\n her lovely but unrugged legs.", "Mars, until I recalled that I\n hadn't. In fact, she had come\n up with the idea before I did.\n I wished there was some way", "But no; she blamed it all on\n me somehow: So we were out\n walking on the spongy sand\n of the Martian desert. We'd\n been walking a good eight\n hours.", "unless she was so exhausted\n she didn't know what she was\n doing. She had been just as\n much inflamed by the idea of\n coming to Mars to help in the", "gnarled hair. \"I've devoted\n years to this. Ever since—ever\n since I landed here on\n Mars.\"\n\"What are you going to do" ], [ "\"Well, let me show you.\n You're on Mars hunting uranium,\n right? To mine and\n ship the radioactives back to\n Earth to keep the atomic engines\n going. Right?\"", "So, Mars. There's not much\n uranium on Mars, and it's not\n easy to find or any cinch to", "Enter the Geig Corps: volunteers\n out on the face of\n Mars, combing for its uranium\n deposits.", "Earth needs uranium, honey,\n and I know you'd never be\n happy quitting in the middle\n like that.\" She smiled. \"I", "The answer to that came to\n me quick enough: we had to.\n Earth needed radioactives,\n and the only way to get them", "\"No,\" Ledman said evenly.\n \"I'm quite sane, believe me.\n But I'm determined to drive\n the Geigs—and UranCo—off\n Mars. Eventually I'll scare\n you all away.\"", "There's not a great deal of\n uranium on this planet, but\n enough to keep me in a style\n to which, unfortunately, I'm", "\"Let's\n keep moving,\" I told\n Val. \"The surest way to\n die out here on Mars is to\n give up.\" I reached over and", "\"Can't we turn back now,\n Ron?\" Val pleaded. \"Maybe\n there isn't any uranium in\n this sector at all. I think\n we're crazy to keep on searching\n out here!\"", "source of uranium mined dry\n on Earth, we had tried other\n possibilities. All sorts of\n schemes came forth. Project\n Sea-Dredge was trying to get", "search for uranium as I was.\n We knew the pay was poor,\n but we had felt it a sort of\n obligation, something we\n could do as individuals to", "And that started the chain\n of events that led Val and me\n to end up as a madman's prisoners,\n on Mars. With every", "uranium from the oceans. In\n forty or fifty years, they'd\n get some results, we hoped.\n But there wasn't forty or", "But though the energy is\n inexhaustible, the supply of\n nuclei isn't. After three centuries\n of heavy consumption,\n the supply failed. The mighty\n machine that was Earth's industry\n had started to slow\n down.", "\"Do you really think you\n can succeed?\" I taunted him.\n \"Really think you can kill\n every Earthman on Mars? Of\n all the insane, cockeyed—\"", "I nodded over at our geiger\n counters.\n\n\n \"We volunteered to come to\n Mars,\" Val said irrelevantly.", "sprawled out on the sands.\nPoor kid\n, I thought. Maybe\n we shouldn't have come to\n Mars after all. But, I reminded", "I stared ahead at the bleak,\n desolate wastes of the Martian\n landscape. Behind us\n somewhere was the comfort", "Even though the Martian\n gravity was only a fraction of\n Earth's, I was starting to\n tire, and I knew it must have\n been really rough on Val with\n her lovely but unrugged legs.", "say?\" He grinned. \"I saved\n for years; then I came to\n Mars, lost myself, built this\n Dome, and swore to get even." ], [ "\"No,\" Ledman said evenly.\n \"I'm quite sane, believe me.\n But I'm determined to drive\n the Geigs—and UranCo—off\n Mars. Eventually I'll scare\n you all away.\"", "\"I was there on business at\n the time,\" Ledman said. \"I\n represented Ledman Atomics.\n I was there to sign a new\n contract for my company.\n You know who I am, now?\"", "\"They renamed Ledman\n Atomics. Who did you say you\n worked for?\"\n\n\n I began, \"Uran—\"", "\"You're sick, Gregory Ledman,\"\n Val said quietly.\n \"You've conceived an impossible\n scheme of revenge and", "\"Okay, Ledman,\" I said.\n Val got him into his suit, and\n brought him the fishbowl helmet.", "\"There,\" she breathed.\n \"That's that.\"\n\n\n I looked uneasily at Ledman.\n He was groaning and\n beginning to stir.", "\"Exactly,\" replied Ledman.\n \"And I have no fears of an\n armed attack. This place is\n well fortified. I've devoted", "That did it. Ledman hadn't\n much humanity left in him,\n but there was a little. He lowered\n the blaster a bit and", "Ledman was sobbing.", "Val's quick, worried head-shake\n cut me off. But Ledman\n had felt my words, all right.", "She lifted the geiger harnesses,\n and I put Ledman\n back in his wheelchair.\n\n\n Val slipped her oxymask\n back on and fastened it shut.", "\"Ah—two young heroes,\"\n Ledman said acidly. \"How\n sad. I could almost feel sorry\n for you. Almost.\"\n\n\n \"Just what is it you're\n after?\" I said, stalling, stalling.", "had he had the chance.\n\"You're a very sick man,\n Ledman,\" I said. \"All this\n time you could have been\n happy, useful on Earth, instead", "\"Welcome to my home,\" he\n said. \"The name is Gregory\n Ledman.\" He herded us off to", "Ledman scowled, and then\n his face went belligerent\n again. \"They told me I was\n paralyzed below the waist.", "Ledman clawed his way to\n me with tremendous effort\n and tried wildly to pry the\n blaster out from under me,\n but without success. I twisted", "threat that disturbed me, so\n much as the whole concept, so\n strange to me, that the human\n mind could be as warped\n and twisted as Ledman's.", "\"I never bothered to find\n out their names,\" Ledman\n said casually. \"They were\n other Geigs I caught unawares,", "\"That's right. And you'll be\n sentenced to psych adjustment.\n When they're finished,\n Gregory Ledman the killer", "blaster. Then I pulled myself\n across the floor to Ledman,\n removed the tanglegun, and\n melted the remaining tangle-cord\n off." ], [ "\"No,\" Ledman said evenly.\n \"I'm quite sane, believe me.\n But I'm determined to drive\n the Geigs—and UranCo—off\n Mars. Eventually I'll scare\n you all away.\"", "off for Mars without a moment's\n delay, didn't you? You\n hated Earth so much you\nhad\nto leave.\"", "\"You left Earth too quickly,\"\n Val said.\n\n\n \"It was the only way,\" he\n protested. \"I had to get off—\"", "\"Let's get back to the Dome\n in a hurry,\" I said. \"We'll\n turn Ledman over to the authorities.\n Then we can catch\n the next ship for Earth.\"", "\"I was there on business at\n the time,\" Ledman said. \"I\n represented Ledman Atomics.\n I was there to sign a new\n contract for my company.\n You know who I am, now?\"", "Val's quick, worried head-shake\n cut me off. But Ledman\n had felt my words, all right.", "\"Okay, Ledman,\" I said.\n Val got him into his suit, and\n brought him the fishbowl helmet.", "had he had the chance.\n\"You're a very sick man,\n Ledman,\" I said. \"All this\n time you could have been\n happy, useful on Earth, instead", "And that started the chain\n of events that led Val and me\n to end up as a madman's prisoners,\n on Mars. With every", "That did it. Ledman hadn't\n much humanity left in him,\n but there was a little. He lowered\n the blaster a bit and", "\"There,\" she breathed.\n \"That's that.\"\n\n\n I looked uneasily at Ledman.\n He was groaning and\n beginning to stir.", "\"Exactly,\" replied Ledman.\n \"And I have no fears of an\n armed attack. This place is\n well fortified. I've devoted", "\"Well, let me show you.\n You're on Mars hunting uranium,\n right? To mine and\n ship the radioactives back to\n Earth to keep the atomic engines\n going. Right?\"", "\"You're sick, Gregory Ledman,\"\n Val said quietly.\n \"You've conceived an impossible\n scheme of revenge and", "\"No. That's the difference\n between sane people and insane,\"\n I told him. \"I'm not\n going to kill you at all. I'm\n going to see to it that you're\n sent back to Earth.\"", "She lifted the geiger harnesses,\n and I put Ledman\n back in his wheelchair.\n\n\n Val slipped her oxymask\n back on and fastened it shut.", "For the first time since\n Ledman had caught us, I remembered\n how tired Val had\n been out on the desert. I realized", "\"Ah—two young heroes,\"\n Ledman said acidly. \"How\n sad. I could almost feel sorry\n for you. Almost.\"\n\n\n \"Just what is it you're\n after?\" I said, stalling, stalling.", "Ledman scowled, and then\n his face went belligerent\n again. \"They told me I was\n paralyzed below the waist.", "Ledman clawed his way to\n me with tremendous effort\n and tried wildly to pry the\n blaster out from under me,\n but without success. I twisted" ], [ "For the first time since\n Ledman had caught us, I remembered\n how tired Val had\n been out on the desert. I realized", "I glanced at the suit-chronometer.\n Getting late. I decided\n once again to wake Val.\n But she was tired. And I was\n tired too, tired from our\n wearying journey across the\n empty desert.", "I looked at Val. She was\n dragging along with her eyes\n half-shut. I felt almost guilty\n for having dragged her out to", "Even though the Martian\n gravity was only a fraction of\n Earth's, I was starting to\n tire, and I knew it must have\n been really rough on Val with\n her lovely but unrugged legs.", "It must have been hell for\n her. We had wandered fruitlessly\n over the red sands all\n day, both of us listening for", "over in her sleep, and I didn't\n have the heart to wake her. I\n sat there, holding her, staring\n out over the desert, watching", "But no; she blamed it all on\n me somehow: So we were out\n walking on the spongy sand\n of the Martian desert. We'd\n been walking a good eight\n hours.", "Which wasn't anywhere\n close to the truth. Now I\n knew she was at the breaking\n point, because Val didn't lie", "wheeled one-hand over to see\n what was wrong with Val.\n She continued to retch and\n moan most horribly. It almost\n convinced me. I saw Val's", "Val rolled on the floor and\n her face lay near my right\n arm. I saw what she had in\n mind. She began to nibble the", "And she probably thought\n the failure of the sandcat was\n all my fault, too. Val's usually\n about the best wife a guy\n could ask for, but when she\n wants to be she can be a real\n flying bother.", "unless she was so exhausted\n she didn't know what she was\n doing. She had been just as\n much inflamed by the idea of\n coming to Mars to help in the", "\"Teamwork,\" Val said. She\n swivelled around on the floor\n until her head was near my\n boot. \"Push my oxymask off\n with your foot, if you can.\"", "I started to tell her that the\n UranCo chief had assured me\n we'd hit something out this\n way, but changed my mind.\n When Val's tired and overwrought\n there's no sense in\n arguing with her.", "higher, but it was obvious she\n couldn't keep going. She was\n almost sleep-walking now.", "just liked our comforts, and\n wanted to keep them. Which\n took a little work.\nTime to get moving.\nBut\n then Val stirred and rolled", "\"Let's\n keep moving,\" I told\n Val. \"The surest way to\n die out here on Mars is to\n give up.\" I reached over and", "shiver, and realized angrily\n I had let myself doze off.\n \"Come on, Val,\" I said savagely,\n and started to rise to\n my feet.", "that sudden explosive tumult\n that meant we had found pay-dirt.\n I started to feel tired\n myself, terribly tired. I longed", "of turning the weary, bedraggled\n girl at my side back into\n the Val who had so enthusiastically\n suggested we join\n the Geigs." ] ]

[ "Which terms best describe the narrator's tone? ", "Why didn't the narrator provide the leprechauns with the correct equation?", "What is the narrator's ethnicity?", "Why do the leprechauns prefer poets to scientists?", "What motivated the leprechauns to build a spaceship?", "Why is the narrator unafraid to work openly in the park among the leprechauns? Others aren't believers", "What helps Houlihan to focus more intently on his own problem?" ]

[ [ "authoritative and oblivious", "manipulative and meticulous", "congenial and self-aware", "hostile and condescending" ], [ "He knows that the leprechauns are preventing humans from destroying the Earth", "He wants to take credit for the equation and is concerned they will try to get credit first", "In swearing their allegiance to him, they are bound to him for eternity", "He believes humans need to believe in things like leprechauns in order to sustain their own race" ], [ "Irish", "American", "Leprechaun", "Japanese" ], [ "Poets are more likely than scientists to collaborate with leprechauns without expecting compensation", "Poets are less likely than scientists to want to capture and experiment with the leprechauns", "Poets are less likely than scientists to understand the leprechauns' mission", "Poets are more likely than scientists to show compassion to non-human species" ], [ "They desire to seek and add more riches to their already expansive collection", "They believe that humans' obsession with technology will make the world inhabitable", "They fear that their race will soon become extinct due to population decline", "They wish to transport their riches to another location where humans will never steal it" ], [ "He feels that he and the leprechauns can protect themselves through cunning ways and physical strength", "He doubts that his colleagues at the Center would ever venture outdoors to the park area", "He knows that it is rare to find believers among his colleagues and fellow humans", "He believes strongly in the importance of his collaboration with the leprechauns and is willing to take the risk of being discovered" ], [ "collaborating with the leprechauns, who speak his same language", "imagining the pot of gold that awaits him if he is able to solve the equation", "being outdoors, where his creativity is stimulated", "venturing outside of the Center, where he is not worried about competition among colleagues" ] ]

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[ [ "I see I shall have to explain this,\n although I had hoped to get right\n along with my story. When you", "\"How?\" I asked.\n\n\n \"Well, I might try starting at the\n beginning,\" he replied.\n\n\n \"You might,\" I said. \"A man\n usually does.\"", "\"Well, if I may use an old expression,\n we've had a feelin' lately\n that we're not long for this world.\n Or let me put it this way. We feel\n the world isn't long for itself.\"", "\"Well,\" said Keech in surprise,\n and in some awe, too, \"well, now,\n musha Lord help us! 'Tis the first", "\"And often that's\nall\nhe wants,\"\n I said. \"Sit down with me now, and\n stop staring as if I were a snake\n returned to the Island.\"", "time I ever heard such a speech\n from a mortal.\" He turned to his\n people. \"We'll have three cheers\n now, do you hear, for Mr. Houlihan—friend", "He whirled to face me again,\n staring open-mouthed. Then he\n said, \"What? What's that, now?\"\n\n\n \"I can see you,\" I said.", "And I lit my pipe and smoked it\n slowly and chuckled to myself at\n how I had gotten the best of the", "that's what he was—saw me smile\n and became stiff and alert for a moment,\n as though suspecting that perhaps\n I actually could see him. Then", "\"Come along now, people!\" said\n this crotchety one, looking straight\n at me. \"Stop starin' and get to", "that the small people with their\n quick eyes and clever fingers could\n spot all sorts of minute shortcomings\n was a great help. And I was\n hearing the old tongue and talking", "course truly believin' in us. I don't\n know—'tis a thing of the mind, and\n not important at the moment.\n What's important is for us to get", "\"Well, now, that's quite an\n offer,\" I said. Keech had the goodness\n to be quiet while I sat and", "named Kevin Francis Houlihan.\n But I am, after all, a scientist. If I\n had not been a specialist in my field\n I would hardly have found myself", "\"Yes,\" I said. \"Well, as you will\n quickly see, all I want to do is\n talk.\" I nodded as I spoke, and sat\n down cross-legged upon the grass.", "\"Ohhh!\" he said and put his\n palms to his cheekbones. \"Saints be\n with us! He's a believer! Run everybody—run\n for your lives!\"", "Then I waited, but they didn't\n answer. The little people always\n had been shy. Yet without reaching\n a decision in so many words I knew", "\"Truly we are, Mr. Houlihan.\n Now—to business. Just during\n these last few minutes a certain matter", "I nodded and looked grave and\n kneaded my chin for a moment softly.\n \"Well, now, Keech,\" I said\n finally, \"why should I help you?\"", "I thought I heard a stirring somewhere,\n as if a small, brittle twig had\n snapped in the underbrush.\n\n\n \"\nThree!\n\"" ], [ "There was no sense in cheating\n him out of the gold to boot, for\n leprechauns are most clever in matters\n of this sort and he would have\n had it back soon enough—or else\n made it a burden in some way.", "\"Leprechauns are not really mechanically\n inclined,\" said Keech.\n \"Their major passions are music\n and laughter and mischief, as anyone\n knows.\"", "little people. Surely it was not every\n mortal who could accomplish that. I\n had given them the wrong equation,\n of course. They would never get", "or the center itself would pass by,\n and stop to watch me. But of course\n they wouldn't see the leprechauns\n or anything the leprechauns had", "Perhaps you had better take my\n word for it that without this equation—correctly\n stated, mind you—mankind\n would be well advised not", "It would go down in scientific\n literature now, I suppose, as Houlihan's\n Equation, and that was honor", "For if I had shown the little people\n how to make a spaceship they\n would have left our world. And", "I'll give you reason enough.\n The pot o' gold, Mr. Houlihan!\"", "\"Mr. Houlihan,\" said Keech,\n \"you will not be forgotten by the\n leprechauns. If we ever meet again,\n upon another world perchance,\n you'll find our friendship always\n eager and ready.\"", "But the glade was silent, and they\n had all disappeared. They thought I\n wanted their crock of gold, of", "Then I waited, but they didn't\n answer. The little people always\n had been shy. Yet without reaching\n a decision in so many words I knew", "I would halt work, pass the time\n of day, and then, in subtle fashion,\n send the intruder on his way. Keech\n and the little people just stood by\n and grinned all the while.", "Oh, it was good to hear the rich\n old tongue again. I smiled, and the\n foreman of the leprechauns—if", "I knew what it was they feared.\n \"I don't intend catching one of\n you!\" I said. \"Come back, you daft\n little creatures!\"", "\"Ha!\" said Keech, grinning, but\n not with humor, \"the avarice of\n humans! I knew it! Well, Mr. Houlihan,", "of the trees, not wanting to deprive\n any small scalawags of their pleasure,\n and peered out between the\n branches. And what do you suppose", "\"I'll not be needing the gold,\" I\n said.\n\n\n Keech's eyebrows popped upward.\n \"What's this now?\"", "I nodded and looked grave and\n kneaded my chin for a moment softly.\n \"Well, now, Keech,\" I said\n finally, \"why should I help you?\"", "On the sixteenth day I covered a\n piece of paper with tiny mathematical\n symbols and handed it to Keech.", "\"Do you understand? I'll give\n you until I count three to make an\n appearance! One!\"\n\n\n The glade remained deathly silent.\n\n\n \"Two!\"" ], [ "I see I shall have to explain this,\n although I had hoped to get right\n along with my story. When you", "\"How?\" I asked.\n\n\n \"Well, I might try starting at the\n beginning,\" he replied.\n\n\n \"You might,\" I said. \"A man\n usually does.\"", "But I was after no gold. I only wanted\n to hear the music of an Irish\n tongue. I was lonely here in America,\n even if I had latched on to a fine", "\"And often that's\nall\nhe wants,\"\n I said. \"Sit down with me now, and\n stop staring as if I were a snake\n returned to the Island.\"", "\"Ohhh!\" he said and put his\n palms to his cheekbones. \"Saints be\n with us! He's a believer! Run everybody—run\n for your lives!\"", "\"Yes,\" I said. \"Well, as you will\n quickly see, all I want to do is\n talk.\" I nodded as I spoke, and sat\n down cross-legged upon the grass.", "people in—oh, close to thirty years.\n I had seen them first as a boy of\n eight, and then, very briefly again,\n on my tenth birthday. And I had", "named Kevin Francis Houlihan.\n But I am, after all, a scientist. If I\n had not been a specialist in my field\n I would hardly have found myself", "Then I waited, but they didn't\n answer. The little people always\n had been shy. Yet without reaching\n a decision in so many words I knew", "become convinced they could\nnever\nbe seen here in America. I had\n never seen them so busy, either.\n They were building something in", "\"A nuclear engineer.\"\n\n\n \"Well, then, it may be that you\n can help us—now that you know\n we're here.\"\n\n\n \"Help you?\"", "He whirled to face me again,\n staring open-mouthed. Then he\n said, \"What? What's that, now?\"\n\n\n \"I can see you,\" I said.", "\"Well,\" said Keech in surprise,\n and in some awe, too, \"well, now,\n musha Lord help us! 'Tis the first", "my pouch. \"Well, now,\" he said,\n \"first of all you're no doubt surprised\n to find us here in America.\"", "time I ever heard such a speech\n from a mortal.\" He turned to his\n people. \"We'll have three cheers\n now, do you hear, for Mr. Houlihan—friend", "\"Well, now, that's quite an\n offer,\" I said. Keech had the goodness\n to be quiet while I sat and", "\"Listen to me now, little people!\"\n I called out. \"My name's\n Houlihan of the Roscommon Houlihans.", "The leader—he seemed more\n wizened and bent than before—approached\n me slowly and warily as I\n stood there. The others all followed", "\"And mine's Houlihan, as I've\n told you. Are you convinced now\n that I have no intention of doing\n you any injury?\"", "\"Come along now, people!\" said\n this crotchety one, looking straight\n at me. \"Stop starin' and get to" ], [ "\"Oh, there's no need for apology,\"\n said Keech. \"Though in truth\n we prefer poets to scientists. But it", "\"Leprechauns are not really mechanically\n inclined,\" said Keech.\n \"Their major passions are music\n and laughter and mischief, as anyone\n knows.\"", "There was no sense in cheating\n him out of the gold to boot, for\n leprechauns are most clever in matters\n of this sort and he would have\n had it back soon enough—or else\n made it a burden in some way.", "or the center itself would pass by,\n and stop to watch me. But of course\n they wouldn't see the leprechauns\n or anything the leprechauns had", "Oh, it was good to hear the rich\n old tongue again. I smiled, and the\n foreman of the leprechauns—if", "\"Mr. Houlihan,\" said Keech,\n \"you will not be forgotten by the\n leprechauns. If we ever meet again,\n upon another world perchance,\n you'll find our friendship always\n eager and ready.\"", "For if I had shown the little people\n how to make a spaceship they\n would have left our world. And", "But I was after no gold. I only wanted\n to hear the music of an Irish\n tongue. I was lonely here in America,\n even if I had latched on to a fine", "\"Well, then, as I say,\" said\n Keech, \"the little people have decided\n to leave the planet in a spaceship.", "But the glade was silent, and they\n had all disappeared. They thought I\n wanted their crock of gold, of", "I would halt work, pass the time\n of day, and then, in subtle fashion,\n send the intruder on his way. Keech\n and the little people just stood by\n and grinned all the while.", "I'll give you reason enough.\n The pot o' gold, Mr. Houlihan!\"", "\"And why wouldn't I know a\n spaceship when I see one?\" I said.\n \"It just so happens I'm a doctor of\n science.\"\n\n\n \"A doctor of science, now,\" said\n Keech.", "named Kevin Francis Houlihan.\n But I am, after all, a scientist. If I\n had not been a specialist in my field\n I would hardly have found myself", "\"Ha!\" said Keech, grinning, but\n not with humor, \"the avarice of\n humans! I knew it! Well, Mr. Houlihan,", "I am descended from King\n Niall himself—or so at least my\n father used to say! Come on out\n now, and pass the time o' day!\"", "that the small people with their\n quick eyes and clever fingers could\n spot all sorts of minute shortcomings\n was a great help. And I was\n hearing the old tongue and talking", "of the trees, not wanting to deprive\n any small scalawags of their pleasure,\n and peered out between the\n branches. And what do you suppose", "\"Well,\" said Keech in surprise,\n and in some awe, too, \"well, now,\n musha Lord help us! 'Tis the first", "little people. Surely it was not every\n mortal who could accomplish that. I\n had given them the wrong equation,\n of course. They would never get" ], [ "\"Well, then, as I say,\" said\n Keech, \"the little people have decided\n to leave the planet in a spaceship.", "\"I am surprised from time to\n time to find myself here,\" I said.\n \"But continue.\"\n\n\n \"We had to come here,\" said\n Keech, \"to learn how to make a\n spaceship.\"", "pipe. \"Why,\" I asked, \"would a\n group of little people be building a\n spaceship here in America—out in\n this lonely place?\"", "The tiny spaceship had been built for a journey to a star. But its\n small, mischievous pilots had a rendezvous with destiny—on Earth.\nI must", "For if I had shown the little people\n how to make a spaceship they\n would have left our world. And", "\"Leprechauns are not really mechanically\n inclined,\" said Keech.\n \"Their major passions are music\n and laughter and mischief, as anyone\n knows.\"", "I shook my head in wonder, then\n stepped back from the spaceship\n and looked about the glade. I knew\n they were all hiding nearby, watching\n me apprehensively. I lifted my\n head to them.", "\"Mr. Houlihan,\" said Keech,\n \"you will not be forgotten by the\n leprechauns. If we ever meet again,\n upon another world perchance,\n you'll find our friendship always\n eager and ready.\"", "\"Myself included,\" I agreed.\n \"Then why do you need a spaceship?\"", "\"Hear me now, little people! If you\n don't show yourselves and come out\n and talk to me, I'll wreck this spaceship\n from stem to stern!\"", "\"And why wouldn't I know a\n spaceship when I see one?\" I said.\n \"It just so happens I'm a doctor of\n science.\"\n\n\n \"A doctor of science, now,\" said\n Keech.", "\"Go ahead.\"\n\n\n \"We'll not be needin' gold where\n we're goin'. It's yours if you show\n us how to make our ship work.\"", "\"Well, now, your work,\" I said,\n and glanced at the spaceship.\n \"That's exactly what's got me curious.\"", "As for our own rocket ship, it\n should be well on its way by next\n St. Patrick's Day. For I had indeed", "or the center itself would pass by,\n and stop to watch me. But of course\n they wouldn't see the leprechauns\n or anything the leprechauns had", "Well, we had a look, and then\n several looks, and before the morning\n was out we had half the spaceship\n apart, and were deep in argument\n about the whole project.", "Which we're buildin' here and\n now. We've spied upon you and\n learned how to do it. Well—almost\n how to do it. We haven't learned", "huge cigar. There were a pair of\n triangular fins down at the bottom,\n and stubby wings amidships. Of\n course it was a spaceship, or a", "So I stepped back to the tiny\n spaceship, and this time I struck it\n a resounding blow with my fist.", "thought for a while. My pipe had\n gone out and I lit it again. I finally\n said, \"Let's have a look at your\n ship's drive and see what we can" ], [ "or the center itself would pass by,\n and stop to watch me. But of course\n they wouldn't see the leprechauns\n or anything the leprechauns had", "\"Leprechauns are not really mechanically\n inclined,\" said Keech.\n \"Their major passions are music\n and laughter and mischief, as anyone\n knows.\"", "There was no sense in cheating\n him out of the gold to boot, for\n leprechauns are most clever in matters\n of this sort and he would have\n had it back soon enough—or else\n made it a burden in some way.", "I would halt work, pass the time\n of day, and then, in subtle fashion,\n send the intruder on his way. Keech\n and the little people just stood by\n and grinned all the while.", "Oh, it was good to hear the rich\n old tongue again. I smiled, and the\n foreman of the leprechauns—if", "\"Ohhh!\" he said and put his\n palms to his cheekbones. \"Saints be\n with us! He's a believer! Run everybody—run\n for your lives!\"", "\"Yes,\" I said. \"Well, as you will\n quickly see, all I want to do is\n talk.\" I nodded as I spoke, and sat\n down cross-legged upon the grass.", "Anyway, I heard these little\n noises in the park. They sounded\n like small working sounds, blending\n in eerily mysterious fashion with a", "I shook my head in wonder, then\n stepped back from the spaceship\n and looked about the glade. I knew\n they were all hiding nearby, watching\n me apprehensively. I lifted my\n head to them.", "He whirled to face me again,\n staring open-mouthed. Then he\n said, \"What? What's that, now?\"\n\n\n \"I can see you,\" I said.", "work! You'll not be needin' to\n mind that man standin' there! You\n know he can't see nor hear us!\"", "I knew what it was they feared.\n \"I don't intend catching one of\n you!\" I said. \"Come back, you daft\n little creatures!\"", "course truly believin' in us. I don't\n know—'tis a thing of the mind, and\n not important at the moment.\n What's important is for us to get", "\"Mr. Houlihan,\" said Keech,\n \"you will not be forgotten by the\n leprechauns. If we ever meet again,\n upon another world perchance,\n you'll find our friendship always\n eager and ready.\"", "around us—and I'm still\n able to see the little people—why\n did I never see you before?\"", "Then I waited, but they didn't\n answer. The little people always\n had been shy. Yet without reaching\n a decision in so many words I knew", "But the glade was silent, and they\n had all disappeared. They thought I\n wanted their crock of gold, of", "\"Well,\" said Keech in surprise,\n and in some awe, too, \"well, now,\n musha Lord help us! 'Tis the first", "become convinced they could\nnever\nbe seen here in America. I had\n never seen them so busy, either.\n They were building something in", "It was another cool, green morning\n with the leaves making only\n soft noises as the breezes came\n along. It smelled exactly like a\n wood I had known in Roscommon." ], [ "time I ever heard such a speech\n from a mortal.\" He turned to his\n people. \"We'll have three cheers\n now, do you hear, for Mr. Houlihan—friend", "He shook his head and remained\n standing. \"Have your say, Mr.\n Houlihan. And afterward we'll appreciate\n it if you'll go away and\n leave us to our work.\"", "\"And mine's Houlihan, as I've\n told you. Are you convinced now\n that I have no intention of doing\n you any injury?\"", "\"Truly we are, Mr. Houlihan.\n Now—to business. Just during\n these last few minutes a certain matter", "\"Any Irishman wants to talk, Mr.\n Houlihan.\"", "\"Mr. Houlihan,\" said Keech,\n drawing a kind of peppered dignity\n up about himself, \"in such matters", "\"Thank you, Mr. Houlihan,\" said\n Keech. All his people had gathered\n in a loose circle, as though attending\n a rite. They were all looking at\n me quietly.", "has just now crossed my mind, Mr.\n Houlihan that you, being a scientist,\n might be of help to us.\"", "\"Ha!\" said Keech, grinning, but\n not with humor, \"the avarice of\n humans! I knew it! Well, Mr. Houlihan,", "It would go down in scientific\n literature now, I suppose, as Houlihan's\n Equation, and that was honor", "\"Listen to me now, little people!\"\n I called out. \"My name's\n Houlihan of the Roscommon Houlihans.", "named Kevin Francis Houlihan.\n But I am, after all, a scientist. If I\n had not been a specialist in my field\n I would hardly have found myself", "I'll give you reason enough.\n The pot o' gold, Mr. Houlihan!\"", "\"And often that's\nall\nhe wants,\"\n I said. \"Sit down with me now, and\n stop staring as if I were a snake\n returned to the Island.\"", "\"And now, Mr. Houlihan,\" said\n Keech, \"I'll see that a quantity of\n gold is delivered to your rooms tonight,\n and so keep my part of the\n bargain.\"", "\"The power control, Mr. Houlihan.\n As I understand it, 'tis necessary\n to know at any instant exactly", "\"Mr. Houlihan,\" said Keech,\n \"you will not be forgotten by the\n leprechauns. If we ever meet again,\n upon another world perchance,\n you'll find our friendship always\n eager and ready.\"", "I knew that if I could just once\n hear the old tongue again, and talk\n about the old things, I might be able\n to think the problem through to a\n satisfactory conclusion.", "Now it was a place I came to\n when I had a problem to thrash out.\n That morning I had been trying to", "\"How?\" I asked.\n\n\n \"Well, I might try starting at the\n beginning,\" he replied.\n\n\n \"You might,\" I said. \"A man\n usually does.\"" ] ]

[ "Why did Nancy allow the man claiming to be her brother to take her child?", "Why are Arvid 6 and Tendal 13 attempting to steal Reggie?", "Why didn't the man posing as Dr. Tompkins die?", "Who murdered Nancy and Reggie?", "Why did the driver who killed Nancy and Reggie Laughton pretend to be drunk?", "Where will Arvid 6 and Tendal 13 go after the end of the text?", "Which term best describes the relationship between Arvid 6 and Tendal 13?", "What is the purpose of the Ultroom?", "Which term best describes Tendal 13's perception of Arvid 6's work ethic?", "Arvid 6 and Tendal 13 can perform all of the following abilities EXCEPT:" ]

[ [ "She believes that she can trust her brother with Reggie.", "She knows that Reggie is actually Kanad, and feels no attachment toward him.", "She is hypnotized by Arvid 6, who is posing as her nonexistent brother.", "She is being bribed by Tendal 13 and Arvid 6 to give Reggie away." ], [ "Kanad was accidentally sent transformed to Reggie's body by mistake in the Ultroom.", "They need infants for experiments they are conducting in the Ultroom.", "They are competing to become the next heads of the galactic system.", "There is a bounty for Reggie, who is actually a warlord in a future world.\n" ], [ "He was able to escape and heal back in his time period", "He was wearing a bulletproof vest", "There was never a man named Dr. Tompkins", "The bullet in his leg caused a non-life-threatening injury" ], [ "Tendal 13", "Kanad", "Martin Laughton", "Arvid 6" ], [ "The driver did not have enough time to make up a more convincing story", "To confuse the authorities so it would take longer for them to figure out his identity", "To get a manslaughter charge instead of a murder charge", "The driver was not pretending -- he was actually intoxicated" ], [ "To go back 6,000 years to re-attempt a Kanad recovery mission", "To return to the Laughton's home in order to alter the crime scene", "To travel to the Ultroom for Arvid 6 to face his consequences", "To steal Phullam from his parents and get closer to recovering Kanad." ], [ "compulsory", "symbiotic", "complicated", "predatory" ], [ "It can alter someone's DNA to give them more desirable attributes", "It can change someone's original birth date", "It can relocate someone to a different body", "It can disrupt catastrophic events before they occur" ], [ "reckless", "audacious", "uninspiring", "meritorious" ], [ "hypnosis", "dematerialization", "time travel", "mind-reading" ] ]

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[ [ "\"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.\"", "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.", "\"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.", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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!\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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", "\"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—\"", "With a fearful but determined heart Nancy moved the play pen and set\n it up in the front yard. She spread a blanket for herself and put", "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", "\"We haven't lost Reggie, Nancy, remember that. Now why don't you try\n to get some rest?\"\n\n\n \"You—you don't believe me at all, do you, Martin?\"", "child right out from under its mother's nose' were your exact words.\n And before I could stop you, you did. Only you forgot an important", "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!\"", "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.", "\"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.", "Nancy, who was rocking the boy, narrowed her eyes.", "The police sergeant looked at the father, at Nancy and then at the\n dog. He scribbled notes in his book.\n\n\n \"Are you a rich man, Mr. Laughton?\" he asked." ], [ "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.", "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 knew Tendal 13 had materialized and was somewhere in the\n building.", "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", "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.", "They found Reggie peacefully asleep in his crib in his room upstairs.\n They checked the windows and tucked in the blankets. They paused in\n the room for a moment and then Martin stole his arm around his wife\n and led her to the door.", "\"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!\"", "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", "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.", "\"I just wonder how angry Kanad will be,\" Arvid muttered.\nHB92167. Ultroom Error. Tendal 13. Arvid 6. Kanad transfer", "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", "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.", "\"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", "\"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", "\"All right, all right,\" Arvid 6 said. \"I'll admit I've made some\n mistakes. You're just not adventurous, that's all.\"", "\"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.", "\"We haven't lost Reggie, Nancy, remember that. Now why don't you try\n to get some rest?\"\n\n\n \"You—you don't believe me at all, do you, Martin?\"" ], [ "Tompkins whirled and there was a second shot. Dr. Tompkins pitched\n forward on his face.", "\"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.\"", "\"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—\"", "\"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.", "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", "\"Getting back to the man who ran over the child and killed Mrs.\n Laughton. Why did he pretend to be drunk?\"", "beer. Here's another report. This is his physical exam made not long\n afterwards. The man was in perfect health. Only variations are he had\n a scar on his leg where something, probably a dog, bit him once. And", "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.", "Together they rose and walked around the room. They found him in a\n corner, eyes open, tongue protruding. He was dead.", "in the chest. Since the scars are healed it obviously couldn't be the\n same man. But there's a real coincidence for you. And speaking of the", "\"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.\"", "dogbite, the Laughton dog died that night. His menu evidently didn't\n agree with him. Never did figure what killed him, actually.\"", "\"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.\"", "trace of either. No doctor ever made a report of a gunshot wound that\n night. No hospital had a case either—at least not within several\n hundred miles—that night or several nights afterwards. Ever been shot", "\"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!\"", "\"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?\"", "him, making idle comment until Dr. Tompkins came down the stairs with\n the sleeping baby cuddled against his shoulder.", "\"That's odd. The man who accosted Mrs. Laughton in the afternoon was\n bitten by their dog. Later that night she said she shot the same man", "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,'", "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." ], [ "\"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", "\"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!\"", "\"We haven't lost Reggie, Nancy, remember that. Now why don't you try\n to get some rest?\"\n\n\n \"You—you don't believe me at all, do you, Martin?\"", "\"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.", "\"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.\"", "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", "keep an eye on Nancy and Reggie and to call the police at the first\n sign of trouble.", "Nancy had taken a sedative and was asleep by the time Martin finished\n cleaning the .30-.30 rifle he used for deer hunting. He put it by the", "The police sergeant looked at the father, at Nancy and then at the\n dog. He scribbled notes in his book.\n\n\n \"Are you a rich man, Mr. Laughton?\" he asked.", "They found Reggie peacefully asleep in his crib in his room upstairs.\n They checked the windows and tucked in the blankets. They paused in\n the room for a moment and then Martin stole his arm around his wife\n and led her to the door.", "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.\"", "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.", "The morning turned into a brilliant, sunshiny day. Puffs of clouds\n moved slowly across the summer sky and a warm breeze rustled the\n trees. It would be a crime to keep Reggie inside on a day like this,\n Nancy thought.", "\"Getting back to the man who ran over the child and killed Mrs.\n Laughton. Why did he pretend to be drunk?\"", "\"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.\"", "Martin Laughton sighed. \"I can't understand why you believed him. It's\n just—just plain nuts, Nancy!\"", "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?\"", "Together they rose and walked around the room. They found him in a\n corner, eyes open, tongue protruding. He was dead.", "\"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", "\"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.\"" ], [ "\"Getting back to the man who ran over the child and killed Mrs.\n Laughton. Why did he pretend to be drunk?\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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", "Martin Laughton sighed. \"I can't understand why you believed him. It's\n just—just plain nuts, Nancy!\"", "The police sergeant looked at the father, at Nancy and then at the\n dog. He scribbled notes in his book.\n\n\n \"Are you a rich man, Mr. Laughton?\" he asked.", "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 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.\"", "\"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", "\"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.\"", "\"We haven't lost Reggie, Nancy, remember that. Now why don't you try\n to get some rest?\"\n\n\n \"You—you don't believe me at all, do you, Martin?\"", "\"Well, I didn't know what to do. I could see they thought I was drunk,\n so I was. But they had a blood sample before I could manufacture any", "the child and mother. Reggie, attracted by the sudden noise, looked up\n to see the approaching vehicle. His mother stood up, set her palms\n against her cheeks and shrieked.", "\"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!\"", "\"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.", "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?\"", "\"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.\"", "dogbite, the Laughton dog died that night. His menu evidently didn't\n agree with him. Never did figure what killed him, actually.\"", "\"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", "Nancy had taken a sedative and was asleep by the time Martin finished\n cleaning the .30-.30 rifle he used for deer hunting. He put it by the", "This peaceful scene was disturbed by a speeding car in which two men\n were riding. The car roared up the street, swerved toward the parkway,\n tires screaming, bounced over the curb and sidewalk, straight toward" ], [ "\"Before we leave, Arvid,\" Tendal 13 started to say.\n\n\n \"I know, I know. You want me to let you handle everything.\"", "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.", "\"Arvid!\"\n\n\n Tendal 13 walked briskly through the door, snatched Arvid 6 by the\n shoulders and shook him.", "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 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.", "\"I just wonder how angry Kanad will be,\" Arvid muttered.\nHB92167. Ultroom Error. Tendal 13. Arvid 6. Kanad transfer", "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", "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", "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.", "\"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", "Hemisphere B, Quadrant 3, Sector I. Arrive his 329th Day.\nTB92167\nArvid 6 rose from the cot and the two men faced each other.", "\"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, 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.", "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—for John Smith\nwas\nArvid 6—had lain in that position for", "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 didn't have to come along at all, you know,\" Arvid 6 said.", "\"I'm\nreally\nsorry about that,\" Arvid 6 said." ], [ "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.\"", "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 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.", "\"I just wonder how angry Kanad will be,\" Arvid muttered.\nHB92167. Ultroom Error. Tendal 13. Arvid 6. Kanad transfer", "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.", "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", "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.", "\"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", "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.", "\"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", "Arvid 6—for John Smith\nwas\nArvid 6—had lain in that position for", "Hemisphere B, Quadrant 3, Sector I. Arrive his 329th Day.\nTB92167\nArvid 6 rose from the cot and the two men faced each other.", "\"I'm\nreally\nsorry about that,\" Arvid 6 said.", "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", "\"You didn't have to come along at all, you know,\" Arvid 6 said.", "\"I hope I can count on that.\" Tendal 13 rang the jail buzzer.\n\n\n The jailer unlocked the cell door." ], [ "You know the instructions. Just because you work in the Ultroom don't\n get to thinking human life doesn't have any value. We wouldn't be here", "\"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!\"", "\"Never mind. It's easy to see you've been your own inimitable self.\n Believe me, if I ever get back to the Ultroom I hope I never see you", "\"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", "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", "murders—and a few thousand years. He was entitled to a\n sense of humor, though, even in the Ultroom!", "Together they rose and walked around the room. They found him in a\n corner, eyes open, tongue protruding. He was dead.", "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.", "\"Shut up! For once you're going to listen to me. Our instructions\n specifically stated we were to have as little as possible to do with", "They found Reggie peacefully asleep in his crib in his room upstairs.\n They checked the windows and tucked in the blankets. They paused in\n the room for a moment and then Martin stole his arm around his wife\n and led her to the door.", "THE ULTROOM ERROR\nby\nJERRY SOHL\nSmith admitted he had made an error involving a few", "With a fearful but determined heart Nancy moved the play pen and set\n it up in the front yard. She spread a blanket for herself and put", "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.", "\"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", "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", "\"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.\"", "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 patrolman pushed the door open. \"There's no bodies out here but\n there's some blood. Quite a lot of blood. A little to one side of the\n walk.\"\n\n\n The policemen went out.", "\"The baby—?\" Dr. Stuart asked.\n\n\n \"Upstairs,\" Martin said.", "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." ], [ "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.\"", "\"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.", "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 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.", "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 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.", "\"I just wonder how angry Kanad will be,\" Arvid muttered.\nHB92167. Ultroom Error. Tendal 13. Arvid 6. Kanad transfer", "\"All right, all right,\" Arvid 6 said. \"I'll admit I've made some\n mistakes. You're just not adventurous, that's all.\"", "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", "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", "\"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", "Arvid 6—for John Smith\nwas\nArvid 6—had lain in that position for", "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", "\"I'm\nreally\nsorry about that,\" Arvid 6 said.", "\"I'm sorry, Tendal,\" the man on the cot said. \"I didn't think—\"", "space halfway to nowhere with two broken legs, a spinal injury,\n concussion and some of the finest bruises you ever saw.\"\nThese twentieth century machines aren't what they ought to be,\" Arvid", "\"You didn't have to come along at all, you know,\" Arvid 6 said." ], [ "Arvid 6 knew Tendal 13 had materialized and was somewhere in the\n building.", "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 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.", "\"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.", "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.", "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", "\"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", "\"All right, all right,\" Arvid 6 said. \"I'll admit I've made some\n mistakes. You're just not adventurous, that's all.\"", "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", "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", "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.", "HB73782. Ultroom error. Tendal 13. Arvid 6. Kanad transfer\n out of 1609 complete, intact, but too near limit of 1,000", "Arvid 6—for John Smith\nwas\nArvid 6—had lain in that position for", "Tendal 13 shook his head. \"I haven't heard. The transfers are getting", "\"I'm\nreally\nsorry about that,\" Arvid 6 said.", "\"You didn't have to come along at all, you know,\" Arvid 6 said." ] ]

[ "Which term best describes the narrator's attitude toward writing up the first trip to Mars?", "After they landed, how were the crewmen viewed by the general public?", "What is the central theme of the story?", "What is the Martians' orientation toward water?", "Who is the 'dope' on Mars?", "What does the last line indicate about modern society, in general?", "What's ironic about the narrator's and Kroger's decision to sign on for the flight scheduled to Venus?" ]

[ [ "ambivalent", "apprehensive", "resentful", "downtrodden" ], [ "with admiration", "with curiosity", "with fear", "with disdain" ], [ "Curiosity can cross dangerous boundaries, and lack of curiosity can blind one's self to those boundaries", "Whatever we are addicted to will end up consuming us, if we allow it", "Working together as a team is more advantageous than taking an individualistic approach", "People, in general, are only interested in content if they find relevance or opportunity for personal gain" ], [ "They fear it due to its ability to disintegrate their bodies", "They utilize it to grow an army within their population", "They desire it to fuel their underground Martian ecosystem", "They are both curious and reluctant to understand its potential" ], [ "Kroger, the biochemist", "Jones, the co-pilot", "The narrator", "Desmond, the pilot" ], [ "Humans in the modern age have been desensitized to crises", "Creating a solution sometimes requires people to return to the source from which the problem originated", "Quality is just as, if not more important, than quantity when it comes to armed forces", "The preference for intrigue over information has the potential to destroy a society" ], [ "The narrator is going to fabricate more events to make his story sound appealing to the general public", "They have the least amount of technical experience compared to the other members of the Martian crew", "They were permitted to attend due to their 'experience,' but their experience created a major crisis on Earth", "The narrator's deadpan tone is not likely to convey the true excitement of the Venusian journey" ] ]

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[ [ "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.", "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", "on Mars\nBy JACK SHARKEY\nSomebody had to get the human\n angle on this trip ... but what\n was humane about sending me?", "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", "\"It'll be the biggest break a\n writer ever got,\" he told me, two\n days before blastoff. \"Oh, sure", "there'll be scientific reports on the\n trip, but the public doesn't want\n them; they want the\nhuman\nslant\n on things.\"", "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", "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.", "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", "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", "We'll have to try it, I guess.\nThe Martians\n ate the bread.\n Jones came forward to tell us the", "Kroger is thrilled that he is\n learning something, maybe, about\n Martian reproductive processes.", "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", "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", "but Pat says there's less gravity on\n Mars, so escape velocity didn't\n have to be so fast, hence a smoother\n (relatively) trip on our shock-absorbing", "\"how'll I go about it? A story? An\n article? A\nyou-are-there\ntype of report?\n What?\"", "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", "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", ". 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", "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" ], [ "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", "\"It'll be the biggest break a\n writer ever got,\" he told me, two\n days before blastoff. \"Oh, sure", "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", "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", "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.", "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", "was pretty well divided.\n Lloyd had gotten the crystals,\n Kroger had only studied them, and\n Jones had brought them aboard.", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "there'll be scientific reports on the\n trip, but the public doesn't want\n them; they want the\nhuman\nslant\n on things.\"", "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", "met all but the pilot (he's very\n busy today), and they seem friendly\n enough.", "So last week we found out, when\n those red-scaled things began clambering\n out of the sea on every coastal", "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", "seemed to be, even when it wasn't\n in view, and meantime they'd come\n out after me in the jeep, following\n my footprints.", "Well, it's time for takeoff.\nThis time\n it wasn't so bad. I\n thought I was getting my space-legs,", "of suspended animation till landing\n time, eight months away. Kroger\n said, \"How?\"\nJune 27, 1961\nAir is foul", "\"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.", "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", "and Kroger and I were allowed\n to sign on for the flight to\n Venus scheduled within the next\n few days—because of our experience." ], [ "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", "\"Simple,\" he said, as though he\n were addressing me by name.\n \"They have a twofold reason to fear", "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", "\"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.\"", "\"We remove our boots,\" said\n Kroger, sitting on the ground and\n doing so, \"and then we cross this\n stream, fill the boots with water,\n and\nspray\nour way to freedom.\"", "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", "\"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.\"", "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", "idea.\nI guess\n you know the rest of\n the story, about how that destroyer\n spotted us and got us and", "\"What the hell,\" says Pat, \"it's\n better than starving.\"", "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", "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.", "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", "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", "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", "gives the general appearance of belonging\n under the spreading chestnut\n tree, not in a metal bullet flinging\n itself out into airless space.\n Come to think of it, who", "enough nerve to look. There was\n nothing there, but on the sand,\n paralleling mine, were footprints.\n At least I think they were footprints.", "Louie smiled. \"So you fake it.\"\n\n\n I got up from the chair in his office\n and stepped to the door.\n \"That's dishonest,\" I pointed out.", "Kroger is busy in his cramped\n lab space trying to classify the little\n moss he was able to gather, and\n Jones and Pat are up front watching\n the white specks revolve on that\n black velvet again.", "yesterday (must be some sort of\n sleeping cycle here), Kroger talked\n Lloyd into swimming across the\n river and getting the red scales.\n Lloyd started at the upstream part" ], [ "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", "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.", "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.", "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", "Martians, and they're made of\n sugar).", "and I'm very\n thirsty. Kroger says that at least—when\n the Martians get bigger—they'll\n have to show themselves.", ". 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", "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.", "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.", "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", "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", "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.", "We'll have to try it, I guess.\nThe Martians\n ate the bread.\n Jones came forward to tell us the", "There's a Martian guarding the\n entrance to our cave. I don't know\n what they intend to do with us.", "The Martians are made of sugar.\nLater, same day\n . Kroger\n said that the Martian metabolism", "\"Water must be dangerous to\n them,\" said Kroger.\n\n\n \"We shoulda brought water pistols,\"\n Jones muttered.", "Kroger is thrilled that he is\n learning something, maybe, about\n Martian reproductive processes.", "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", "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." ], [ "THE DOPE", "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.", "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", "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.", "on Mars\nBy JACK SHARKEY\nSomebody had to get the human\n angle on this trip ... but what\n was humane about sending me?", "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", "Martians, and they're made of\n sugar).", "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", "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.", "Kroger is thrilled that he is\n learning something, maybe, about\n Martian reproductive processes.", "but Pat says there's less gravity on\n Mars, so escape velocity didn't\n have to be so fast, hence a smoother\n (relatively) trip on our shock-absorbing", "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.", "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\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", "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.", "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.", "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", "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" ], [ "gives the general appearance of belonging\n under the spreading chestnut\n tree, not in a metal bullet flinging\n itself out into airless space.\n Come to think of it, who", "\"Simple,\" he said, as though he\n were addressing me by name.\n \"They have a twofold reason to fear", "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", "make it a gift to Martian archeologists?\n But I said where there's life\n there's hope, and now he won't talk\n to me. I congratulated Kroger on", "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", "\"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.\"", "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.", "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", "So last week we found out, when\n those red-scaled things began clambering\n out of the sea on every coastal", "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", "I showed it to Kroger. He says\n it may prove to be environmentally\n accurate, but that I should stick to\n prose.", "here underground is bordered by a\n fast river that goes into the planet.\n We'd end up drowned in some grotto\n in the heart of the planet, says", "\"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.\"", "Louie smiled. \"So you fake it.\"\n\n\n I got up from the chair in his office\n and stepped to the door.\n \"That's dishonest,\" I pointed out.", "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", "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", "tells me that there are phosphorescent\n bacteria living in the mold on\n the walls. The air has a fresh-dug-grave\n smell, but it's richer in oxygen", "enough nerve to look. There was\n nothing there, but on the sand,\n paralleling mine, were footprints.\n At least I think they were footprints.", "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", "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" ], [ "and Kroger and I were allowed\n to sign on for the flight to\n Venus scheduled within the next\n few days—because of our experience.", "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.", "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", "\"It'll be the biggest break a\n writer ever got,\" he told me, two\n days before blastoff. \"Oh, sure", ". 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", "\"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.", "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", "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", "make it a gift to Martian archeologists?\n But I said where there's life\n there's hope, and now he won't talk\n to me. I congratulated Kroger on", "Kroger is thrilled that he is\n learning something, maybe, about\n Martian reproductive processes.", "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.", "of suspended animation till landing\n time, eight months away. Kroger\n said, \"How?\"\nJune 27, 1961\nAir is foul", "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.", "hook-ups. Kroger says the air is\n breathable, but thin, and it has too\n much dust in it to be any fun to\n inhale. He's all for going out and", "Kroger shrugged. \"We'll have to\n chance taking any that seem to\n slope upward. In any event, we can\n always follow it back and start\n again.\"", "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", "Kroger is busy in his cramped\n lab space trying to classify the little\n moss he was able to gather, and\n Jones and Pat are up front watching\n the white specks revolve on that\n black velvet again.", "\"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.\"", "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.", "Kroger tells me that the pilot's\n name is Patrick Desmond, but that\n I can call him Pat when I get to" ] ]

[ "What is the author's grievance against photographers?", "What does the author mean to communicate by comparing the photographer's task to the sculptor's mission?", "According to the author, what makes it difficult for the author to capture a subject's soul?", "How does the author try to disarm their subjects? ", "Which statement would the author most likely support?", "What potential drawback does the author acknowledge regarding the popularity of Creative Commons licenses?", "What is the central purpose of the article? ", "What impact does the author believe they have made on society?" ]

[ [ "Photographers are too concerned with bending an image to fit their incomplete or inaccurate perspective of a subject", "Too many photographers are flocking over to digital art, signaling the death knell of darkroom photography", "Photographers are more interested in personal financial gain than supporting the vitality of their industry", "There are too many photographers competing for the same creative opportunities" ], [ "Photographers should strive to capture the essence of a person, vs. how the photographer wishes to portray them", "Photographers should follow the path of sculptors in using more unconventional means to capture their subjects", "Photographers should present more neutral, ambiguous renderings of a person in order to give the viewer a chance to participate in the art", "Photographers should get to know their subjects on an intimate level, so the subjects feel more free to display their authentic selves during a session" ], [ "People's tendency to overemphasize the qualities they want others to associate with them", "People's tendency to behave uncharacteristically in front of a camera", "People's tendency to refuse a photographer access to the most painful moments of their lives", "People's tendency to forget that the photographer is even in the room" ], [ "Engaging them in conversation", "Telling them a personal story", "Highlighting their best angles", "Making silly faces or gestures" ], [ "Humans want people to be viewed the way they view themselves", "Humans are too trusting in anything aligned with 'freedom' and 'creativity'", "Humans are easily manipulated by powerful corporations", "Humans have a proclivity toward a negativity bias" ], [ "If everything becomes free, then no one can make any kind of profit", "Too many people will not pay attention to when Creative Commons licenses expire", "Corporations can potentially take advantage of people who use Creative Commons licenses", "The Creative Commons license will eventually be replaced with something more equitable" ], [ "To advocate support for expansion of Creative Commons licenses", "To inform the readership of current problems in the photography industry", "To illustrate how photographers go about their creative processes", "To praise a fellow photographer and writer for his recent contributions" ], [ "Introducing legislature to protect individuals from exploitation", "Introducing the first wave of CC popularity", "Preserving the art of darkroom photography", "Using leadership to balance and focus of CC growth" ] ]

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[ [ "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", "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", "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,", "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", "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", "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", "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", "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", "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", "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", "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", "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.", "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", "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.", "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" ], [ "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", "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", "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", "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", "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.", "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,", "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", "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", "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", "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", "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", "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", "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?", "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", "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", "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", "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", "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" ], [ "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", "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", "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 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", "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.", "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", "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", "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", "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", "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’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", "just freeing an image from a block? What I’m trying to do is free\n someone’s soul from his or her image. There are a lot of things that", "pictures turned out the best.\nIn your mind, what is a ‘Freesoul’ ?\nA freesoul is somewhat of a pun. On the one hand it means you are free,", "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.", "conversation, but still, it’s difficult to have a disarming conversation\n with somebody you don’t know, or to make them laugh. Many times people\n make a face for me that they wouldn’t make for a professional", "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", "make this hard. A lot of people are uncomfortable in front of a camera,\n or might make expressions that aren’t very natural for them. And if the", "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.", "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" ], [ "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", "conversation, but still, it’s difficult to have a disarming conversation\n with somebody you don’t know, or to make them laugh. Many times people\n make a face for me that they wouldn’t make for a professional", "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", "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", "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?", "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", "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", "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. 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[ "What is the most likely meaning of the slang O.Q.? (in twentieth-century American English)", "Why does the Skipper stop abruptly after he says \"when you're running a blockade\"?", "Who or what is Leo?", "Why does the Skipper allow the new chef to use the heat-cannon as an incinerator?", " Lieutenant Dugan brings up the examples of \"High G\" Gordon and \"Runt\" Hake in order to illustrates that...", "Why didn't the Skipper follow the new cook's advice about avoiding Vesta?", "Why was the new cook so upset that the Skipper decided to surrender?", "What does the Skipper mean by \"lady-logic\"?", "What would've happened if the new cook had told the Skipper about the ekalastron deposits earlier?" ]

[ [ "cool", "no worries", "my bad", "O.K./OK" ], [ "Because he realizes he's triggering trauma for Lieutenant Dugan. ", "Because he realizes he's insulting Lieutenant Dugan. ", "Because he realizes that he's repeating himself. ", "Because he realizes he's sharing news that he he hadn't meant to disclose so soon. " ], [ "The name of the planet the crew is attacking", "The name of the crew's ship", "The Skipper", "The new cook" ], [ "Because the new chef just cooked a fine meal and Skipper can't bear to see him so discouraged. ", "Because Skipper figures it's a way to thank the new chef for coming on board so last minute. ", "Because Skipper thinks it'll get the new chef to stop offering up unsolicited tactical advice. ", "Because Skipper wants the new chef to cook marsh-duck and all the fixings. " ], [ "the roughest, toughest scoundrels and pirates were self-made", "effeminate behavior and taste is not incompatible with roughness and toughness", "effeminate behavior and taste is incompatible with roughness and toughness ", "the roughest, toughest scoundrels and pirates were from Venus" ], [ "Because Lieutenant Dugan convinced Skipper not to follow the new cook's advice. ", "Because the Skipper considered himself smarter and more experienced than the new cook. ", "Because the new cook didn't bring up any reasons to support his advice. ", "Because the new cook asked for a heat-cannon which made the Skipper suspicious of the new cook's intentions. " ], [ "He realized that if they surrendered they would be sent to concentration camps and he would no longer be able to continue cooking. ", "He realized that Skipper was more devoted to his own survival than to the Federation. ", "He spent his whole life in the Belt and he wanted to experience his first space fight. ", "He realized by surrendering, the Alliance could use their ship to sneak into Federation territory unnoticed. " ], [ "Weak logic", "Sly logic", "Condescending logic", "Intelligent logic" ], [ "The text doesn't indicate how the Skipper would've acted in a different scenario. ", "The Skipper still would've ignored the new cook's advice. ", "The Skipper would have mulled over the information for a few days before deciding to switch their course from Vesta to Iris. ", "The Skipper's would have set course for Iris from the beginning. " ] ]

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[ [ "\"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?\"", "\"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", "\"The prospector looked her over carefully for a couple of seconds; then\n answered, 'That's O.Q. by me, sister. I won't—'\"", "piping squeal. Then, crimson-faced with embarrassment, he said, \"Oh,\n h-hello, Lieutenant. I was just getting my new incinerator shipshape.\n Looks O.Q., eh?\"", "\"None of your business!\" bellowed O'Hara in tones of thunderous\n outrage. \"Get below instantly, or by the lavendar lakes of Luna I'll—\"", "\"Plenty of time, Slops. Wait till you hear this; it will kill you. The\n old maid got flustered and said, 'Oh, I'm sorry! I must be in the wrong\n compartment—'\"", "a 'coon's age. Even the Old Man admitted that as, leaning back from\n the table, he patted the pleasant bulge due south of his belt buckle.", "\"We-e-ell, now, Mr. Dugan, let's not be too technical. After all, that\n rule was put in the book only to prevent persons which shouldn't ought", "\"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!\"", "hour. Get going! Dugan, call McMurtrie and tell him we lift gravs\n immediately—\nSlops!\nWhat are you doing at that table?\"", "\"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?\"", "He stopped abruptly. But too late; I had caught his slip of the tongue.\n I stared at him. I said, \"The blockade, sir? Then you've read our\n orders?\"\n\n\n The Old Man nodded soberly.", "\"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.\"", "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.", "\"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—\"", "\"But—but if there should be more than one, sir?\"\n\n\n \"Don't be ridiculous, my boy. Why should there be?\"", "\"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?\"", "\"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?\"", "\"I said keep your pants on. Sure, I know. And I've took precautions.\n There's a double watch on duty, and men at every gun. If we do meet up", "before had enraged the Old Man. By sheer perseverance he earned the\n title I had tagged him with: \"Captain Slops.\"" ], [ "He stopped abruptly. But too late; I had caught his slip of the tongue.\n I stared at him. I said, \"The blockade, sir? Then you've read our\n orders?\"\n\n\n The Old Man nodded soberly.", "\"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 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", "\"Rat-tailed, clever-cracking little smart Aleck! Don't look like much\n of a skipper, eh? Well, my fine young rooster—\"", "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?\"", "The skipper choked, spluttered, and disgorged a bite of half-masticated\n pancake.\n\n\n \"Eka—Great balls of fire! Are you sure?\"", "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.", "\"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!\"", "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:", "\"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", "I said, \"Hold everything, Slops! You can't do that! It's against\n regulations. Code 44, Section xvi, says, 'Fixed armament shall be", "\"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!\"", "\"None of your business!\" bellowed O'Hara in tones of thunderous\n outrage. \"Get below instantly, or by the lavendar lakes of Luna I'll—\"", "\"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.\"", "the skipper was still struggling for words: \"You,\" I said to the little\n fellow, \"are a cook?\"", "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.\"", "\"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,", "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", "\"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.\"", "\"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!\"" ], [ "The firing ceased, and a stillness like that of death blanketed the\nLeo\n.", "O'Hara, his great fists knotted at his sides, called back, \"O'Hara of\n the\nLeo\nanswering. What do you want?\"", "\"Ahoy the\nLeo\n! Calling the captain of the\nLeo\n!\"", "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.\"", "Leo\nangry\n voices echoed the same defi. Never in my life had I felt such a\n heart-warming love for and pride in my companions as at that tense", "What reason he planned to give I do not know, for he never finished\n that sentence. At that moment the\nLeo", "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", "\"Yes. You might as well know, Lieutenant. Everyone will be told as soon\n as the\nLeo\nlifts gravs again. My orders were to be opened four hours\n after leaving Sand City. I read them a few minutes ago.", "Beyond a doubt it was the finest feast we of the\nLeo\nhad enjoyed in", "Leo\nrattled like a Model AA\n spacesled in an ionic storm, rolled, quivered and slewed like a drunk", "\"And the\nLeo\n?\"\n\n\n \"Who knows? Maybe they'll send it to Jupiter with a prize crew in\n command.\"", "So we laid the\nLeo\ndown on Phobos' tiny cradle-field and bundled", "\"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.\"", "\"Don't give me lady-logic, you dope!\" roared the Old Man, an enraged\n lion now, his breakfast completely forgotten. \"Give me a sensible", "\"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?\"", "spacemen. From oil-soaked old Jock McMurtrie, the Chief Engineer, all\n the way down the line to Willy, our cabin-boy, the\nLeo's", "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", "I whirled, and so did the Old Man. Facing us was an outlandish little\n figure; a slim, trim, natty little Earthman not more than five-foot-two", "a 'coon's age. Even the Old Man admitted that as, leaning back from\n the table, he patted the pleasant bulge due south of his belt buckle.", "\"Andy,\" replied the newcomer. \"Andy Laney.\"" ], [ "\"Well, sir,\" confessed Slops reluctantly, \"I need an incinerator in\n the galley. The garbage-disposal system in there now is old-fashioned,", "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.\"", "\"Yes, Captain, all the fixings. I'll start cooking the meal as soon as\n the new incinerator is installed.\"", "up the old Nolan in the galley for incineration purposes. Did you say\nall\nthe fixings, Slops?\"", "to do so from having control of ordnance. But that isn't what Slops\n wants the cannon for, is it, son? So I don't see any harm in rigging", "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", "\"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?\"", "\"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 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—\"", "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:", "piping squeal. Then, crimson-faced with embarrassment, he said, \"Oh,\n h-hello, Lieutenant. I was just getting my new incinerator shipshape.\n Looks O.Q., eh?\"", "\"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?\"", "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!\"", "\"In a pinch,\" I told him, \"\nI\nmight be able to boil a few pies, or\n scramble us a steak or something, Skipper.\"", "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 choked, spluttered, and disgorged a bite of half-masticated\n pancake.\n\n\n \"Eka—Great balls of fire! Are you sure?\"", "you take care of the cooking and let the rest of us worry about the\n ship—Captain Slops!\"", "\"But I'm only going to use it,\" he said plaintively, \"to dispose of\n garbage.\"", "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", "the skipper was still struggling for words: \"You,\" I said to the little\n fellow, \"are a cook?\"" ], [ "who ever cut a throat on Venus was \"High G\" Gordon, who talked like a\n boy soprano, and the meanest pirate who ever highjacked a freighter was", "can't sacrifice brave men in a useless cause, Dugan. I've got to—\" He\n faced the audio squarely. To the enemy commander he said, \"Very good,", "\"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—\"", "hour. Get going! Dugan, call McMurtrie and tell him we lift gravs\n immediately—\nSlops!\nWhat are you doing at that table?\"", "\"We-e-ell, now, Mr. Dugan, let's not be too technical. After all, that\n rule was put in the book only to prevent persons which shouldn't ought", "\"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", "\"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.\"", "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.\"", "practices, the gunner's mate on problems of ballistics, even the\n cabin-boy on matters of supplies and distribution of same. He was not", "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", "\"Yes. You might as well know, Lieutenant. Everyone will be told as soon\n as the\nLeo\nlifts gravs again. My orders were to be opened four hours\n after leaving Sand City. I read them a few minutes ago.", "\"If,\" Cap O'Hara reminded me, \"we succeed. But it's a tough job. We\n can't expect to win through the enemy cordon unless our men are in top", "\"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?\"", "\"\nMr. Dugan!\n\"", "Captain Slops said, \"Er—excuse me, Lieutenant, but I have to get this\n marsh-duck stuffed.\"", "\"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!\"", "\"Now, listen!\" I said bluntly. \"You volunteered for the job. Now\n you've got to take what comes with it: orders! From now on, suppose", "\"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.\"", "\"I said keep your pants on. Sure, I know. And I've took precautions.\n There's a double watch on duty, and men at every gun. If we do meet up", "\"You must learn not to speak out of turn, youngster,\" I told him\n sternly. \"The Old Man's one of the smartest space navigators who ever\n lifted gravs. He doesn't need the advice or suggestions of a cook.\"" ], [ "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!\"", "\"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,", "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 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.", "\"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 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.", "the skipper was still struggling for words: \"You,\" I said to the little\n fellow, \"are a cook?\"", "\"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 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—\"", "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", "\"You must learn not to speak out of turn, youngster,\" I told him\n sternly. \"The Old Man's one of the smartest space navigators who ever\n lifted gravs. He doesn't need the advice or suggestions of a cook.\"", "\"In a pinch,\" I told him, \"\nI\nmight be able to boil a few pies, or\n scramble us a steak or something, Skipper.\"", "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 skipper choked, spluttered, and disgorged a bite of half-masticated\n pancake.\n\n\n \"Eka—Great balls of fire! Are you sure?\"", "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", "you take care of the cooking and let the rest of us worry about the\n ship—Captain Slops!\"", "up the old Nolan in the galley for incineration purposes. Did you say\nall\nthe fixings, Slops?\"", "\"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?\"", "\"Well, for one thing,\" wrangled our pint-sized cook, \"because rich\n ekalastron deposits were recently discovered on Vesta. For another,", "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!\"" ], [ "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!\"", "the skipper was still struggling for words: \"You,\" I said to the little\n fellow, \"are a cook?\"", "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 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—\"", "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", "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!\"", "The skipper choked, spluttered, and disgorged a bite of half-masticated\n pancake.\n\n\n \"Eka—Great balls of fire! Are you sure?\"", "\"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 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—\"", "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:", "\"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?\"", "\"In a pinch,\" I told him, \"\nI\nmight be able to boil a few pies, or\n scramble us a steak or something, Skipper.\"", "you take care of the cooking and let the rest of us worry about the\n ship—Captain Slops!\"", "He rang the bell that summoned Slops from the galley, and the little\n fellow came bustling in apprehensively.", "\"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?\"", "So I went back to the ship. I said, \"Sorry, sir. We're up against it. I\n can't seem to find a cook on the whole darned satellite.\"", "Our little chef's face fell. \"Now, that's too bad,\" he said\n discouragedly. \"I was planning a special banquet for tomorrow, with", "The skipper's color subsided. So did he, grumbling. \"Well, perhaps", "\"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?\"" ], [ "\"Don't give me lady-logic, you dope!\" roared the Old Man, an enraged\n lion now, his breakfast completely forgotten. \"Give me a sensible", "\"Rat-tailed, clever-cracking little smart Aleck! Don't look like much\n of a skipper, eh? Well, my fine young rooster—\"", "The skipper's color subsided. So did he, grumbling. \"Well, perhaps", "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", "the skipper was still struggling for words: \"You,\" I said to the little\n fellow, \"are a cook?\"", "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", "\"Plenty of time, Slops. Wait till you hear this; it will kill you. The\n old maid got flustered and said, 'Oh, I'm sorry! I must be in the wrong\n compartment—'\"", "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", "before had enraged the Old Man. By sheer perseverance he earned the\n title I had tagged him with: \"Captain Slops.\"", "\"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", "The skipper choked, spluttered, and disgorged a bite of half-masticated\n pancake.\n\n\n \"Eka—Great balls of fire! Are you sure?\"", "You\ndon't look like much of a skipper\n to\nme\n. Do I get the job, or don't 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.\"", "\"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!\"", "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 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:", "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!\"", "\"Speaking of being careful, did you hear the giggler about the old maid\n at the Martian baths? Well, it seems this perennial spinster wandered,", "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.\"" ], [ "\"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—\"", "\"Well, for one thing,\" wrangled our pint-sized cook, \"because rich\n ekalastron deposits were recently discovered on Vesta. For another,", "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 skipper choked, spluttered, and disgorged a bite of half-masticated\n pancake.\n\n\n \"Eka—Great balls of fire! Are you sure?\"", "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", "\"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 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", "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 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!\"", "\"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,", "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!\"", "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—\"", "\"You must learn not to speak out of turn, youngster,\" I told him\n sternly. \"The Old Man's one of the smartest space navigators who ever\n lifted gravs. He doesn't need the advice or suggestions of a cook.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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!\"", "\"Well, sir,\" confessed Slops reluctantly, \"I need an incinerator in\n the galley. The garbage-disposal system in there now is old-fashioned,", "up the old Nolan in the galley for incineration purposes. Did you say\nall\nthe fixings, 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?\"", "you take care of the cooking and let the rest of us worry about the\n ship—Captain Slops!\"" ] ]

[ "Why did Blake feel awkward in the hut?", "What is the most likely reason that Blake says he is a god?", "Blake's mind country was made of:", "Why did Blake visit his mom in the kitchen?", "Why was Deirdre sad after she left the bench?", "Where did Blake begin his chase of Sabrina?", "What led to the first person entering their own mind world?", "What caused Blake to suspect where Sabrina was?" ]

[ [ "He had not been invited.", "The hut demonstrated poverty.", "He was ashamed a young girl knew why he was there.", "He was afraid the girl would go into the room." ], [ "He has the ability to create beings at will", "He is righteous", "He chases and apprehends criminals", "He is alive while his mom is dead" ], [ "His little office where he worked.", "A chronological sequence of places and times.", "A mixture of places and times from throughout his life.", "Only places and times he wanted to remember." ], [ "He wanted to touch her and ask her a question.", "He was looking for Sabrina York.", "His dad was smoking in the other room.", "He had never gotten over her death." ], [ "Because Eldoria had died.", "Because the young man did not ask her to prom.", "Because her parents died of dysentery.", "Because she was going to be separated from Blake." ], [ "By the lake", "At his parents' house", "In his apartment", "On Dubhe 4" ], [ "A psychologist accidentally entering a patient's mind ", "Nostalgia", "The need to track criminals", "The need to hide from a crime" ], [ "Many criminals had entered his mind before", "He saw his office in disarray", "He saw an embroidered handkerchief", "Sabrina was a total stranger" ] ]

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[ [ "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.", "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 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.", "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,", "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 nodded. \"And you?\"\n\n\n She laughed. \"I am here because I live here,\" she said.", "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 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.\"", "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", "Blake Present watched them set out side by side toward the remembered\n halls of learning that showed in the distance. There had been other\n people present on the campus that afternoon, but as they had failed to", "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", "Only two things bothered Blake. The little office was far in his past,\n and it was unlikely that anyone save the few intimate acquaintances", "The hill was a memory-image and Aldebaran 12 rain-country hills were\n notoriously steep. Blake was breathing hard when he reached the crest.", "\"It's not that so much,\" Blake said.\n\n\n \"What?\" The warm bronze shoulder was touching his....", "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.", "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", "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", "in real life. Nevertheless a feeling of uneasiness accompanied him when\n he left the kitchen and climbed the stairs to the second floor.", "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." ], [ "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", "and watching till Blake died and the conglomeration of place-times\n that constituted Blake's mind-world ceased to be. Ironically, he was", "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,", "Blake nodded. \"And you?\"\n\n\n She laughed. \"I am here because I live here,\" she said.", "because he was far in her future, but because in his mind-world she was\n a mortal and he, a god—a picayune god, perhaps, but a real one.", "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,", "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", "of the word English at all—the birthplace of Robert Burns. Oddly\n enough, it was Burns's birthplace that had impressed Blake most. Now", "\"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.\"", "\"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—\"", "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", "own right and that he too was capable of creating universes. Trivial\n universes, to be sure, when compared with the grandeur and scope of the\n objective one, and peopled with ghosts instead of human beings; but", "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.", "vivid white line between the half-parted purple lips. And her body was\n splendid. Blake had never seen anyone quite like her.", "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.", "\"Please,\" Blake Past said, desperation deepening his voice. \"You're\n only making everything worse. After majoring in Trevorism, you", "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", "\"Xenophon,\" Blake said. \"And I suppose Plato too.\"", "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.", "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" ], [ "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", "and watching till Blake died and the conglomeration of place-times\n that constituted Blake's mind-world ceased to be. Ironically, he was", "Mind-country was as temporally inconsecutive as it was topographically\n incongruous, so Blake was not surprised when the Deneb 1 wasteland gave", "By their very nature, mind-countries were confusing. They existed on\n a plane of reality that bore no apparent relationship to the plane", "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", "that he should have remembered even that much of the wretched terrain.\n Ideally, a man's mind-country should have been comprised only of the\n places and times he wanted to remember. Practically, however, that was", "of the word English at all—the birthplace of Robert Burns. Oddly\n enough, it was Burns's birthplace that had impressed Blake most. Now", "as far apart in miles as they were in years, but here in the country\n of his mind they existed side by side, surrounded by heterogeneous\n landscapes from all over the civilized sector of the galaxy and by the", "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", "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,", "The hill was a memory-image and Aldebaran 12 rain-country hills were\n notoriously steep. Blake was breathing hard when he reached the crest.", "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", "The mountain proved to be an unconscious memory-image out of the\n patient's boyhood, and its country proved to be the country of the", "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.", "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.", "Before him lay a memory-image of a section of Deneb 1 wasteland. The\n image extended for no more than half a mile, but Blake was annoyed", "of Trevorism to know that people were sometimes capable of creating\n beings considerably higher on the scale of mind-country evolution\n than ordinary memory-ghosts. One woman whom he had apprehended in her", "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", "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,", "vivid white line between the half-parted purple lips. And her body was\n splendid. Blake had never seen anyone quite like her." ], [ "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.", "behind her and touch her shoulder and say, \"What's for supper, mom?\"\n but he knew it would do no good. For her he had no reality, not only", "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.", "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 walked out into the kitchen. On a shelf above the sink stood a gaily\n colored box of his mother's favorite detergent with a full-length", "and watching till Blake died and the conglomeration of place-times\n that constituted Blake's mind-world ceased to be. Ironically, he 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,", "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", "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.", "in real life. Nevertheless a feeling of uneasiness accompanied him when\n he left the kitchen and climbed the stairs to the second floor.", "Blake nodded. \"And you?\"\n\n\n She laughed. \"I am here because I live here,\" she said.", "\"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.\"", "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", "with moist eyes. She had died a dozen years before his father, but the\n wound that her death had caused had never healed. He wanted to go up", "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", "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.", "Blake Present watched them set out side by side toward the remembered\n halls of learning that showed in the distance. There had been other\n people present on the campus that afternoon, but as they had failed to", "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", "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" ], [ "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.", "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", "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", "She tossed her head, but the sadness in her tarn-blue eyes belied her\n hauteur. \"If you wish,\" she said.", "with moist eyes. She had died a dozen years before his father, but the\n wound that her death had caused had never healed. He wanted to go up", "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", "Deirdre was speaking. \"Yes,\" she was saying, \"at nine o'clock. And I\n should very much like for you to come.\"", "\"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", "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 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.", "realize, Nate,\" she went on a little desperately, \"that I'm leaving\n tomorrow and that we won't see each other again for years and years?\"", "\"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.\"", "and stood up to leave. \"I will meet you there in an hour,\" she said.\nHer hut was as good a place to wait for her as any. After buying a", "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.", "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", "Wretchedly he turned away. As he did so he saw the three shadows lying\n at his feet and knew that his pursuers had at last caught up to him.", "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.\"", "A pink flush of anger climbed into Deirdre Eldoria's girlish cheeks.\n \"What right has\nhe\ngot to take me! Did", "behind her and touch her shoulder and say, \"What's for supper, mom?\"\n but he knew it would do no good. For her he had no reality, not only", "She stood up. \"You won't come—I know you won't.\" She stamped her foot." ], [ "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", "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 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", "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\".", "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", "panes, and came to an abrupt halt. His three pursuers were wading\n through the long meadow grass less than a quarter of a mile away—not", "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", "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", "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", "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,", "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.", "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", "Blake Present watched them set out side by side toward the remembered\n halls of learning that showed in the distance. There had been other\n people present on the campus that afternoon, but as they had failed to", "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", "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 resumed watching. The girl's movements were a delicate blend of\n love and lust. Her face accompanied her body, eyes half-lidded one", "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", "and watching till Blake died and the conglomeration of place-times\n that constituted Blake's mind-world ceased to be. Ironically, he was", "Wretchedly he turned away. As he did so he saw the three shadows lying\n at his feet and knew that his pursuers had at last caught up to him." ], [ "The next logical step was to enter his own mind, and this he also\n succeeded in doing.", "Entering another person's mind-world was of course a more difficult\n undertaking, and could be achieved only after an intensive study of\n a certain moment in that person's past. In order to return to the", "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,", "By their very nature, mind-countries were confusing. They existed on\n a plane of reality that bore no apparent relationship to the plane", "of his enemies shrank. When, shortly before his death, he published a\n paper explaining how anyone could enter his or her own mind-world at\n will, his niche in the Freudian hall of fame was assured.", "His fear resulted from the realization that his mind-world contained\n phenomena it had no right to contain—not if he was nearly as", "creator. As a result they were seldom identical.\nIt was inevitable that sooner or later some criminal would hit upon\n the idea of hiding out in his own mind-world till the statute of", "own right and that he too was capable of creating universes. Trivial\n universes, to be sure, when compared with the grandeur and scope of the\n objective one, and peopled with ghosts instead of human beings; but", "The discovery came about quite by accident. After projecting himself\n into a patient's memory one day, a psychologist named Trevor suddenly\n found himself clinging to the slope of a traumatically distorted\n mountain. His patient was beside him.", "So far as he knew, the present case represented the first time a\n criminal had ever hidden out in the pursuer's mind. It would have been", "The method employed an ability that had been evolving in the human mind\n for millennia—the ability to project oneself into a past moment—or,", "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,", "by one of the filing cabinets he had known definitely that his quarry\n was hiding out in his mind. Retiring to his bachelor quarters, he had\n entered at the same place-time and set off in pursuit.", "And what were they doing in his mind?", "and watching till Blake died and the conglomeration of place-times\n that constituted Blake's mind-world ceased to be. Ironically, he was", "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.", "of the so-called objective universe. In fact, so far as was known,\n this secondary—or subjective—reality was connected to so-called\n true reality only through the awareness of the various creators. In", "own mind had created a walking-talking Virgin Mary who watched over\n her wherever she went. And once, after tracking down an ex-enlisted", "patient's mind. After many trials and errors, Trevor managed to get\n both himself and his patient back to the objective world, and not long\n afterward he was able to duplicate the feat on another case.", "to use Trevor's term, a past \"place-time.\" Considerable practice was\n required before the first transition could be achieved, but once it\n was achieved, successive transitions became progressively easier." ], [ "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", "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", "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", "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 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.", "He had suspected the truth immediately, and when he had seen the\n woman's handkerchief with the initials \"SB\" embroidered on it lying", "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", "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", "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 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.", "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", "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.", "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", "and watching till Blake died and the conglomeration of place-times\n that constituted Blake's mind-world ceased to be. Ironically, he was", "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.", "\"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.\"", "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", "Blake Present watched them set out side by side toward the remembered\n halls of learning that showed in the distance. There had been other\n people present on the campus that afternoon, but as they had failed to", "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," ] ]

[ "What was the main reason Jonathan decided to stay on the asteroid?", "What caused Jonathan's spaceship to wreck?", "Why did Ann smile when she met Jonathan?", "Why was Ann worried after she met Jonathan?", "Why did Jonathan fight with Ann?", "Why was Jonathan ashamed when the second girl showed up?", "Why did Jonathan walk when he was injured?", "Why was Jonathan relieved when he entered the spaceship?", "Why did Jonathan laugh at the scientist?" ]

[ [ "His spaceship had wrecked", "He wanted to grow tobacco", "He wanted to smoke cigarettes", "He wanted to be the only man surrounded by women" ], [ "He slept all the way to Jupiter", "The automatic deflectors engaged", "An asteroid entered his autopilot course", "His co-pilot was sick" ], [ "She thought he was there to rescue her", "She knew he thought she was pretty", "She had thought he was dead", "She hadn't seen a man in 3 years" ], [ "She thought they might get captured by local inhabitants", "They were traveling through a meteor field", "She saw Jonathan was covered in bruises", "She could tell Jonathan was uncomfortable" ], [ "He wanted to wrench away her spear", "He didn't want to be held captive by 27 women", "She didn't want him to smoke", "He wanted to go back for his possessions" ], [ "He had attacked a woman", "He was embarrassed by her beauty", "She was wearing a sarong", "He was injured and weak" ], [ "He was trying to maintain what little self-respect he had left", "He was 30 times stronger than on Earth", "He was not afraid", "He thought he could escape" ], [ "He felt comfortable in familiar surroundings", "The women were polite to him", "He was starved and ready to eat", "He thought he could escape like a mouse" ], [ "Because the scientist didn't know how to grow tobacco", "Because the scientist had a nose like a hawk", "Because the scientist was in a hurry to leave", "Because the scientist made such a wrong assumption about him" ] ]

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[ [ "\"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.", "\"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", "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", "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", "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 turned around, started back for the space ship.\n\n\n \"Where are you going?\" cried Ann in alarm.", "\"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 laughed outright.\n\n\n \"You are sure you won't return, young man?\"", "\"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.\"", "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 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 going to stay,\" he repeated. \"I only came back here after the\n cigarettes.\"", "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", "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.", "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.", "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." ], [ "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", "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 turned around, started back for the space ship.\n\n\n \"Where are you going?\" cried Ann in alarm.", "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", "\"I think so,\" he said.\nJonathan Fawkes fidgeted uncomfortably. He would rather pilot a space", "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.\"", "\"I'm Jonathan Fawkes,\" said the castaway as he panted up, \"pilot for\n Universal. I was wrecked.\"", "She pointed to the wreck of a small space freighter a dozen feet away.\n Its nose was buried in the turf, folded back like an accordion. It", "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", "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", "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.", "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.", "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", "wreck of his own. Across its gleaming monaloid hull ran an inscription\n in silver letters: \"INTERSTELLAR COSMOGRAPHY SOCIETY.\"", "\"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.\"", "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.\"", "The trail debouched into the valley. Just ahead the space liner\n reappeared. He imagined that it had crashed into the mountain, skidded", "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.", "\"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?\"" ], [ "\"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.\"", "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'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", "\"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.", "\"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.", "\"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", "Jonathan's face broke into a grin. He said, \"Do any of you know how to\n grow tobacco?\"", "Jonathan put his arm around her gingerly. \"Ouch!\" He winced. He had\n forgotten his sore muscles.", "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.", "\"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 turned around, started back for the space ship.\n\n\n \"Where are you going?\" cried Ann 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.\"", "\"Hot, isn't it?\" he said. He started to rise. Ann Clotilde placed the\n flat of her hand on his chest and shoved. \"", "conscious. She said, \"I'm Ann. Ann Clotilde. I was hunting when I saw\n your space ship. You had been thrown clear. You were lying all in a", "on the back of a centaur. He looked up with a start. Ann Clotilde was\n ambling toward him.", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nJonathan Fawkes opened his eyes. He was flat on his back, and a girl", "Jonathan laughed outright.\n\n\n \"You are sure you won't return, young man?\"", "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.", "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." ], [ "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.\"", "Jonathan turned around, started back for the space ship.\n\n\n \"Where are you going?\" cried Ann in alarm.", "\"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 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 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", "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 put his arm around her gingerly. \"Ouch!\" He winced. He had\n forgotten his sore muscles.", "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.", "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.", "\"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.", "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.", "\"I'm Olga,\" she confided. \"Has anybody ever told you what a handsome\n fellow you are?\" She pinched his cheek. Jonathan blushed.", "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", "\"Hot, isn't it?\" he said. He started to rise. Ann Clotilde placed the\n flat of her hand on his chest and shoved. \"", "\"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'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", "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,", "He said, \"Put me down. I'll walk.\"\n\n\n \"You won't try to get away?\" said Ann.", "\"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'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", "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", "Jonathan turned around, started back for the space ship.\n\n\n \"Where are you going?\" cried Ann in alarm.", "\"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.", "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.", "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.", "\"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.\"", "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 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.", "\"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.", "\"Hot, isn't it?\" he said. He started to rise. Ann Clotilde placed the\n flat of her hand on his chest and shoved. \"", "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.", "\"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.", "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.\"", "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,", "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", "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." ], [ "A voice shouted: \"What's going on there?\"\nHe paused shamefacedly. A second girl, he saw, was running toward", "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 Fawkes' humiliation was complete. He meekly trudged between\n two husky females, who ogled him shamelessly. He was amazed at the ease", "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", "\"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 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", "\"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.", "\"Hilda!\" the brunette shrieked. \"A man! It's a man!\"\n\n\n A third girl skidded around the bend in the canyon. Jonathan backed off\n warily.", "\"I'm Olga,\" she confided. \"Has anybody ever told you what a handsome\n fellow you are?\" She pinched his cheek. Jonathan blushed.", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nJonathan Fawkes opened his eyes. He was flat on his back, and a girl", "tough. And these girls had trounced him. Girls! He almost wept from\n mortification.", "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.", "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.", "foremost over the edge. Jonathan tumbled after her. He hit the bottom,\n winced, scrambled to his feet. The girl started at a trot for 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", "\"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.", "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", "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", "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 never stopped until he was back in the canyon leading to the\n plain. His nerves were jumping like fleas. He craved the soothing", "The canyon bore to the left. It grew rougher, the walls more\n precipitate. Jonathan limped to a halt. High boots and breeches, the", "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", "Jonathan put his arm around her gingerly. \"Ouch!\" He winced. He had\n forgotten his sore muscles.", "\"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", "hills. Jonathan, groaning at each step, hobbled beside her.", "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 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.", "off in cavalier fashion. He hobbled to the creek, sat down beneath the\n shade of a tree. He just wasn't the type, he supposed. And it might be\n years before they were rescued.", "The trail left the canyon, struggled up the precipitate walls. Jonathan\n picked his way gingerly, hugged the rock. \"Don't be afraid,\" advised\n one of his captors. \"Just don't look down.\"", "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", "resumed their march. Jonathan scrambled up hills, skidded down slopes.\n The brunette was beside him helping him over the rough spots.", "He let himself to his hands and knees. \"Ouch!\" he said. He felt like\n he was being jabbed with pins. He must be one big bruise. He scuttled\n after the girl. \"What's wrong?\"", "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 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'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", "Jonathan Fawkes' humiliation was complete. He meekly trudged between\n two husky females, who ogled him shamelessly. He was amazed at the ease" ], [ "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", "\"I think so,\" he said.\nJonathan Fawkes fidgeted uncomfortably. He would rather pilot a space", "Jonathan turned around, started back for the space ship.\n\n\n \"Where are you going?\" cried Ann in alarm.", "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", "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. \"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", "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 never stopped until he was back in the canyon leading to the\n plain. His nerves were jumping like fleas. He craved the soothing", "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", "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 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", "They started down a winding path. The space liner disappeared behind\n a promontory of the mountain. Jonathan steeled himself for the coming", "\"I say,\" said the man who had run out of the cruiser. He was a prim,\n energetic young man. Jonathan noted that he carried the ray gun", "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.", "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.", "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.", "\"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.", "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.", "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.", "the floor. Automatic weight distributing chairs stood around it. His\n feet sank into a green fiberon carpet. He had stepped back into the\n Thirty-fourth Century from the fabulous barbarian past." ], [ "Jonathan laughed outright.\n\n\n \"You are sure you won't return, young man?\"", "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.", "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", "\"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.\"", "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.", "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", "\"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.", "\"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's face broke into a grin. He said, \"Do any of you know how to\n grow tobacco?\"", "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", "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 edged away in consternation.\n\n\n \"He's going to run!\" Olga shouted.", "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", "\"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", "Jonathan Fawkes' humiliation was complete. He meekly trudged between\n two husky females, who ogled him shamelessly. He was amazed at the ease", "Jonathan put his arm around her gingerly. \"Ouch!\" He winced. He had\n forgotten his sore muscles.", "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", "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." ] ]

[ "What is the nature of the relationship between Georges and Retief?", "What is true of the relationship between the Boyars and the Aga Kagan?", "What is the closest estimate to how long have the Boyar been on Flamme?", "What is the highest authority the reader learns of any woman holding on Flamme?", "What is Stanley’s opinion of the Corps?", "What is Georges’ manner with the Aga Kagan?", "What is Stanley’s history within the Aga Kagan?" ]

[ [ "Old friends from their time in the Corps", "Argumentative diplomatic colleagues", "Amicable bridge between Boyar and Corps", "Brotherly from their Boyar childhood together" ], [ "They have been at war for thousands of years", "They are newly engaged in violent conflict", "They are ruled by similar systems of governance", "They have never before been at war" ], [ "Two centuries", "Half a century", "A century", "Quarter of a century" ], [ "Servant", "Under-Secretary", "Secretary of Diplomatic Affairs", "Farmer" ], [ "Their diplomacy is a threat", "They stall instead of act", "They could be useful allies", "They may be exploited for resources" ], [ "Eager curiosity", "Friendly diplomacy", "Indifference", "Condescension" ], [ "He executed the former ruler", "He is an outsider", "He is an Aga Kagan commoner", "He was born an exalted ruler" ] ]

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[ [ "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.\"", "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", "\"Excellency,\" Retief said, \"I have the honor to present M. Georges\n Duror, Chef d'Regime of the Planetary government.\"", "\"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 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.", "\"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.\"", "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.", "The three horsemen pulled up in a churn of chaff and a clatter of\n pebbles. Georges coughed, batting a hand at the settling dust. Retief", "\"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!\"", "\"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.\"", "\"Don't worry about Georges. He's a realist, like you. He's prepared to\n deal in facts. Hard facts, in this case.\"", "\"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", "Back in the corridor, Magnan turned to Retief. \"When will you learn\n not to argue with Under-Secretaries? One would think you actively", "\"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", "\"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?\"", "\"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.\"", "Handmaidens brought cushions, giggled and fled. Retief and Georges\n settled themselves comfortably. The Aga Kaga eyed them in silence.", "make in confidence? But what of our dear friend Georges? One would not\n like to see him disillusioned.\"", "\"Have no fear,\" Retief said, smiling graciously. \"He who comes as a\n guest enjoys perfect safety.\"", "The leader whirled on the youth and snarled an order. He lowered the\n rifle, muttering. Blackbeard turned back to Retief." ], [ "\"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", "\"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 bearded leader laughed shortly. \"Does the condemned man beg for the\n axe?\" he enquired rhetorically. \"You shall visit the Aga Kaga, then.", "\"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", "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!\"", "Blackbeard cleared his throat. \"Down on your faces in the presence of\n the Exalted One, the Aga Kaga, ruler of East and West.\"", "includes no inflammatory actions based on outmoded concepts. The Boyars\n will have to accommodate themselves to the situation!\"", "\"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", "\"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", "Handmaidens brought cushions, giggled and fled. Retief and Georges\n settled themselves comfortably. The Aga Kaga eyed them in silence.", "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.\"", "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.\"", "\"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!\"", "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.", "\"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", "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", "\"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.", "\"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's face darkened. \"You dare to speak thus to me, pig of a\n muck-grubber!\"" ], [ "\"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.\"", "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.\"", "\"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", "\"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", "\"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.\"", "\"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", "\"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.\"", "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 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", "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.", "\"A Note? I was thinking of something more like a squadron of Corps\n Peace Enforcers running through a few routine maneuvers off Flamme.\"", "stand of ripe grain. The car pulled to a stop. Retief held the Boyar's\n arm.", "\"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 three horsemen pulled up in a churn of chaff and a clatter of\n pebbles. Georges coughed, batting a hand at the settling dust. Retief", "sheep's brains over dung fires not ten miles from Government House—and\n upwind at that.\"", "A hundred yards away, a trio of brown-cloaked horsemen topped a rise,\n paused dramatically against the cloudless pale sky, then galloped", "Handmaidens brought cushions, giggled and fled. Retief and Georges\n settled themselves comfortably. The Aga Kaga eyed them in silence." ], [ "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'm warning you, Retief!\" the Under-Secretary snapped, leaning\n forward, wattles quivering. \"Corps policy with regard to Flamme", "\"The Boyars have spent sixty years terraforming Flamme,\" Retief said.\n \"They've cleared jungle, descummed the seas, irrigated deserts, set out", "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...?\"", "\"Sixty years ago the Corps was encouraging the Boyars to settle\n Flamme,\" Retief said. \"They were assured of Corps support.\"", "\"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", "\"A Note? I was thinking of something more like a squadron of Corps\n Peace Enforcers running through a few routine maneuvers off Flamme.\"", "the decorations of gold and blue, silver and green. At the far end of\n the room, among a bevy of female slaves, a large and resplendently clad", "Handmaidens brought cushions, giggled and fled. Retief and Georges\n settled themselves comfortably. The Aga Kaga eyed them in silence.", "sheep's brains over dung fires not ten miles from Government House—and\n upwind at that.\"", "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.\"", "\"The essay of the drunkard will be read in the tavern,\" Retief said.\n \"Whereas the words of kings....\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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", "\"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.\"", "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.", "\"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 Revised Galactic Catalogue, Tenth Edition, as amended, Volume\n Nine, reel 43, as 54 Cygni Alpha, otherwise referred to hereinafter as\n Flamme—\"", "\"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.\"", "\"I've seen 'em. They camp in goat-skin tents, gallop around on\n animal-back, wear dresses down to their ankles—\"" ], [ "\"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", "Corps backing, we're going to have a nice hot little shooting war on\n our hands.\"", "\"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?\"", "\"I shall know when to stop,\" the Aga Kaga said.\n\n\n \"Tell me, Stanley,\" Retief said, rising. \"Are we quite private here?\"", "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", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "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.\"", "\"Call me Stanley.\" The Aga Kaga munched a grape. \"I merely face the", "\"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.\"", "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", "\"A Note? I was thinking of something more like a squadron of Corps\n Peace Enforcers running through a few routine maneuvers off Flamme.\"", "\"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?\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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!\"", "\"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", "\"Not criticizing the reporting system, are you, Mr. Magnan?\" the\n Under-Secretary barked.\n\n\n \"Gracious, no,\" Magnan said. \"I love reports.\"", "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", "\"I'm warning you, Retief!\" the Under-Secretary snapped, leaning\n forward, wattles quivering. \"Corps policy with regard to Flamme" ], [ "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 Aga Kaga guffawed. \"For a diplomat, you speak plainly, Retief. Have\n another drink.\" He poured, eyeing Georges. \"What of M. Duror? How does", "\"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.", "Handmaidens brought cushions, giggled and fled. Retief and Georges\n settled themselves comfortably. The Aga Kaga eyed them in silence.", "The bearded leader laughed shortly. \"Does the condemned man beg for the\n axe?\" he enquired rhetorically. \"You shall visit the Aga Kaga, then.", "\"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", "Blackbeard cleared his throat. \"Down on your faces in the presence of\n the Exalted One, the Aga Kaga, ruler of East and West.\"", "\"Don't worry about Georges. He's a realist, like you. He's prepared to\n deal in facts. Hard facts, in this case.\"", "\"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", "\"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?\"", "\"Call me Stanley.\" The Aga Kaga munched a grape. \"I merely face the", "\"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?\"", "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.", "\"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!\"", "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.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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", "make in confidence? But what of our dear friend Georges? One would not\n like to see him disillusioned.\"", "\"I shall know when to stop,\" the Aga Kaga said.\n\n\n \"Tell me, Stanley,\" Retief said, rising. \"Are we quite private here?\"", "\"Keep calm, Georges,\" he said. \"Remember, we're on a diplomatic\n mission. It wouldn't do to come to the conference table smelling of\n goats.\"" ], [ "\"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", "\"Call me Stanley.\" The Aga Kaga munched a grape. \"I merely face the", "\"I shall know when to stop,\" the Aga Kaga said.\n\n\n \"Tell me, Stanley,\" Retief said, rising. \"Are we quite private here?\"", "\"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.\"", "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.", "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.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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?\"", "The Aga Kaga's face darkened. \"You dare to speak thus to me, pig of a\n muck-grubber!\"", "\"Ah, ah!\" The Aga Kaga held up a hand. \"Watch your vocabulary, my\n dear sir. I'm sure that 'justifiable yearnings for territorial", "\"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.", "\"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", "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", "\"Very well, I concede the point.\" The Aga Kaga waved a hand at the\n serving maids. \"Depart, my dears. Attend me later. You too, Ralph.", "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.", "\"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?\"", "Handmaidens brought cushions, giggled and fled. Retief and Georges\n settled themselves comfortably. The Aga Kaga eyed them in silence." ] ]

[ "What is the Constellation’s main mission?", "Why is Burnett compared to a machine?", "Which of following statements is not a true statement about the differences between Rice and Burnett?", "How does Lethla survive the vacuum of space?", "Why doesn’t the Constellation have weapons?", "Why are Lethla and Kriere compared to spiders?", "What item on board the ship does Burnett use an improvised weapon?", "How does Lethla die?", "Which of the following is not a reason why Burnett kills Kriere?", "What does the narrator imply will happen after the story ends?" ]

[ [ "To engage in combat with the enemy", "To collect the dead bodies of soldiers and preserve them for burial on Earth", "To collect the dead bodies of soldiers so they can be reanimated using advanced technology", "To salvage materials from wrecked warships" ], [ "Because he has become numb to his emotions after witnessing so much death", "Because he has always been detached from his emotions", "Because he is renowned for his efficiency at his job", "Because he is part cyborg" ], [ "Rice is patriotic, while Burnett is treasonous", "Rice is new to the job, while Burnett is experienced", "Rice is young, while Burnett is old", "Rice is idealistic, while Burnett is cynical" ], [ "He is an alien who does not need air to survive the void", "He is a mechanical robot that can function without air", "He uses the blood-pumps to suck oxygen from nearby bodies", "His suit supplies him with oxygen, and his transparent mask allows him to breathe it" ], [ "It is not allowed to have weapons because it has a medical mission", "It lost its weapons in a recent battle", "It had its weapons stolen by Kriere", "It is so far away from the war that having weapons is unnecessary" ], [ "To show how insignificant they are to Burnett", "To show that Burnett’s hatred of them is so intense that he dehumanizes them", "Because they have created a trap to ensnare Burnett and Rice", "Because they are an alien species with many limbs" ], [ "The blood-pumps", "The rockets", "His surgical tools", "The mechanical claw" ], [ "Lethla shoots himself with his own gun", "Rice and Burnett expel him into the vacuum of space", "Burnett kills him with the mechanical claw", "Rice beats him to death" ], [ "He views Kriere as being responsible for the war", "He needs more bodies to fill the ship’s morgue to fulfill his mission", "Kriere is the enemy’s leader, so Burnett thinks that killing him will stop the war", "He wants to kill Kriere before he gets aboard the ship because Lethla will be easier to take down by himself" ], [ "Lethla and Kriere hijack the ship and make Rice and Burnett take it to Venus", "Rice will save Burnett and return to Earth in triumph", "Rice abandons Burnett in space because he is afraid of people finding out what Burnett has done", "Burnett’s body will be the hundredth body aboard the ship, allowing Rice to return to Earth" ] ]

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[ [ "Constellation\n. Kriere smiled. His hands came up. He knew he was about\n to be rescued.", "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", "time anybody would ever board the\nConstellation\nalive. His stomach\n went flat, tautened with sudden weakening fear.", "There was another dead man aboard the\nConstellation\n.", "You see bodies, each in its own terrific orbit, given impetus by\n grinding collisions, tossed from mother ships and dancing head over", "Burnett laughed, too. Ironically. \"First time in years a man ever came\n aboard the Constellation alive. It's a welcome change.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"Maybe. I dunno. Kind of nice to think of all those kids who'll never\n have to come aboard the\nConstellation", "head. You have to look quickly to notice it, and, unfortunately, viewed\n as you saw it, outside the ship, floating in the void, not discernible\n at all.\"", "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", "\"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", "\"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.\"", "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.", "was certain. You were coming our way; we took the chance. We set a\n small time-bomb to destroy the life-rocket, and cast off, wearing our", "\"Accelerate toward Venus, mote-detectors wide open. Kriere must be\n picked up—\nnow!\n\"", "\"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.", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nHe heard the star-port grind open, and the movement of the metal claws\n groping into space, and then the star-port closed.", "stars, the whamming of steel-nosed bombs into elusive targets, the\n titanic explosions and breathless pursuits, the flags and the excited\n glory are always a million miles ahead.", "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—" ], [ "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 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 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?\"", "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.", "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!", "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 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 jerked. Rice's voice clipped through the drainage-preservative\n lab, bounded against glassite retorts, echoed from the refrigerator", "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 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 didn't move. He stood there in his rumpled white surgical\n gown, staring at his fingers gloved in bone-white rubber; feeling all", "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 swallowed hard. The body had looked funny. Too dead. Now he\n knew why. Involuntarily, Burnett moved forward. Lethla moved like a", "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", "necessary talking. It didn't say anything either, but Burnett knew what\n language it would use if it had to.", "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", "\"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.", "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.", "A crazy thought came ramming down and exploded in Burnett's head.\nYou\n never catch up with the war!\nBut what if the war catches up with you?", "Burnett slipped from the control console. Rice replaced him grimly.\n Burnett strode to the next console of levers. That spot on his back" ], [ "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", "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.", "Burnett scowled uneasily and said no.\n\n\n \"It's Lethla!\" Rice retorted.", "Out of the red darkness, Rice's voice came and then he could see Rice's\n young face over him. Burnett groaned.", "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?\"", "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.", "\"\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.\"", "eliminated. Now: Rice and Burnett against Lethla. Lethla favored\n because of his gun.", "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.", "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 went up, quick. Almost as if he enjoyed doing Lethla a favor.\n Rice grumbled and cursed after him.", "Burnett jerked. Rice's voice clipped through the drainage-preservative\n lab, bounded against glassite retorts, echoed from the refrigerator", "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 slipped from the control console. Rice replaced him grimly.\n Burnett strode to the next console of levers. That spot on his back", "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 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", "Rice said, \"Sam, you shouldn't have done it. You shouldn't have, Sam.\"", "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", ", 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—\"", "Rice was going to say something, but he didn't have time.\n\n\n Lethla was alive." ], [ "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.", "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", "\"Interplanetary law declares it straight, Lethla! Get out! Only dead\n men belong here.\"", "\"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.\"", "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", "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.", "\"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.\"", "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.", "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.", "\"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", "What in hell would Lethla be wanting aboard a morgue ship?\nLethla half-crouched in the midst of the smell of death and the", "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", "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", "\"Don't say it calm, Sam. Say it big. Say it big! If Lethla is here in\n space, then Kriere's not far away from him!\"", "\"There's your Ruler now, Lethla. Doing somersaults. Looks dead. A good\n trick.\"", "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....\"", "Rice was going to say something, but he didn't have time.\n\n\n Lethla was alive.", "Lethla had to be yanked off guard. Shocked, bewildered,\n fooled—somehow. But—how?", "Lethla nodded. His milk-blue eyes dilated. \"Very marvelously pared to\n an unbreakable thickness of one-thirtieth of an inch; worn only on the" ], [ "time anybody would ever board the\nConstellation\nalive. His stomach\n went flat, tautened with sudden weakening fear.", "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", "\"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.\"", "\"Maybe. I dunno. Kind of nice to think of all those kids who'll never\n have to come aboard the\nConstellation", "Burnett laughed, too. Ironically. \"First time in years a man ever came\n aboard the Constellation alive. It's a welcome change.\"", "Constellation\n. Kriere smiled. His hands came up. He knew he was about\n to be rescued.", "There was another dead man aboard the\nConstellation\n.", "\"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.\"", "head. You have to look quickly to notice it, and, unfortunately, viewed\n as you saw it, outside the ship, floating in the void, not discernible\n at all.\"", "\"And if it does? Have we got guns aboard this morgue-ship? Are we a\n battle-cuiser to go against him?\"\n\n\n \"We'll radio for help?\"", "\"I know you're weaponless; Purple Cross regulations. And this air-lock\n is safe. Don't move.\" Whispering, his naked feet padded white up the", "You see bodies, each in its own terrific orbit, given impetus by\n grinding collisions, tossed from mother ships and dancing head over", "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", "\"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.", "\"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", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nHe heard the star-port grind open, and the movement of the metal claws\n groping into space, and then the star-port closed.", "was certain. You were coming our way; we took the chance. We set a\n small time-bomb to destroy the life-rocket, and cast off, wearing our", "\"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", "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.", "\"Interplanetary law declares it straight, Lethla! Get out! Only dead\n men belong here.\"" ], [ "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.", "Kriere loomed bigger, a white spider delicately dancing on a web of\n stars. His eyes flicked open behind the glassite sheath, and saw the", "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.", "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....\"", "\"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 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", "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,", "\"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:", "\"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.\"", "\"Don't say it calm, Sam. Say it big. Say it big! If Lethla is here in\n space, then Kriere's not far away from him!\"", "Burnett said, \"Lethla?\" And then: \"Oh, yes! Kriere's majordomo. That\n right?\"", "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", "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.", "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", "knew whose body would come in through the star-port next. Number\n ninety-eight was Lethla. Number ninety-nine would be Kriere.", "delicately made as a fine white spider. Eyelids, closed, were faintly\n blue. The hair was thin silken strands of pale gold, waved and pressed", "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", "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." ], [ "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.", "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.", "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", "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 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 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 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", "\"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 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 slipped from the control console. Rice replaced him grimly.\n Burnett strode to the next console of levers. That spot on his back", "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'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 jerked. Rice's voice clipped through the drainage-preservative\n lab, bounded against glassite retorts, echoed from the refrigerator", "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.", "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", "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.", "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!", "Burnett laughed, too. Ironically. \"First time in years a man ever came\n aboard the Constellation alive. It's a welcome change.\"" ], [ "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", "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 swallowed hard. The body had looked funny. Too dead. Now he\n knew why. Involuntarily, Burnett moved forward. Lethla moved like a", "\"There's your Ruler now, Lethla. Doing somersaults. Looks dead. A good\n trick.\"", "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'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....\"", "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:", "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.", "There was only\none\nway of drawing Lethla off guard, and it had to be\n fast.", "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", "Lethla had to be yanked off guard. Shocked, bewildered,\n fooled—somehow. But—how?", "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.", "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.", "\"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 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:", "Rice was going to say something, but he didn't have time.\n\n\n Lethla was alive.", "\"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!\"", "What in hell would Lethla be wanting aboard a morgue ship?\nLethla half-crouched in the midst of the smell of death and the", "Burnett scowled uneasily and said no.\n\n\n \"It's Lethla!\" Rice retorted.", "Burnett went up, quick. Almost as if he enjoyed doing Lethla a favor.\n Rice grumbled and cursed after him." ], [ "Burnett smiled right back at him. What Kriere didn't know was that he\n was about to end a ten-years' war.", "\"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.", "\"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.\"", "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.", "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,", "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", "\"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!\"", "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", "\"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!\"", "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!\"", "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.", "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—", "Burnett swallowed hard. The body had looked funny. Too dead. Now he\n knew why. Involuntarily, Burnett moved forward. Lethla moved like a", "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", "Yes, this could be it. Capture Kriere and end the war. But what\n ridiculous fantasy was it made him believe he could actually do it?", "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....\"", "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.", "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", "Burnett said, \"Lethla?\" And then: \"Oh, yes! Kriere's majordomo. That\n right?\"", "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?\"" ], [ "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 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,", ", 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—\"", "Rice said:\n\n\n \"Boyohbody! Two more pick-ups and back to New York. Me for a ten-day\n drunk!\"", "\"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", "\"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!\"", "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 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", "feet forever and forever with no goal. Bits of flesh in ruptured space\n suits, mouths open for air that had never been there in a hundred\n billion centuries. And they kept dancing without music until you", "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:", "\"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", "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?\"", "You wondered who all the men were; and who the next ones would be.\n After ten years you made yourself blind to them. You went around doing\n your job with mechanical hands.", "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.", "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.", "This would be his last trip, or he'd know the reason why!\n\n\n \"Sam!\"", "There was a way. And there was a weapon. And the war would be over and\n this would be the last trip.\n\n\n Sweat covered his palms in a nervous smear.", "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", "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", "\"There's your Ruler now, Lethla. Doing somersaults. Looks dead. A good\n trick.\"" ] ]

[ "How does Koroby feel about marrying Yasak?", "What is an example of foreshadowing in the story?", "From the text, what can we infer about Yasuk's social status in this society?", "Which of the following is not a reason why Koroby is impressed by the stranger who lands in a spaceship?", "Why does the stranger land on Venus?", "How does Robert view Koroby?", "Why does Robert reject Koroby?", "What technology have the people of Venus not developed?", "Why does Koroby not have a concept of space?", "What is revealed about the fate of humans on Earth at the end of the story?" ]

[ [ "She wants to marry him for his money, since he will spare no expense for Koroby", "She is afraid to marry him because he has a reputation for being cruel", "She is uncertain whether she is making the right choice, but she is going to marry him because she has no better option", "She is excited to marry him because he is her true love" ], [ "Yasak is too practical to buy a new litter, indicating that he will refuse to buy Koroby the expensive dresses she wants once they are married", "Koroby wishes that a man of her dreams will fall from the sky, and then an outsider does land on the planet", "Koroby's feels like a bird in a nest on her litter, and then later she flies away from the planet like a bird", "Koroby feels like she is floating on her litter, and later she floats in space on a spaceship" ], [ "Yasak is an outcast ", "Yasak is a poor peasant who cannot afford a dowry for Koroby", "Yasak is a powerful man who can afford servants", "Yasak is from a rich family but has spent his fortune recklessly" ], [ "His gun looks deadly", "His spaceship is made from metal, which is not a common building material on Venus", "He appears to be wearing sophisticated armor", "He is more good-looking than Yasak" ], [ "To enlighten the people of Venus by showing them advanced technology", "To take Koroby back to his planet", "To observe the people of Venus and send his observations back home", "He lands there by mistake" ], [ "He views her as an obstacle to getting back home to his planet", "He views her as a primitive being needing protection", "He views her as an inferior being and feels only apathy for her", "He views her as a potential mate " ], [ "He is in love with another person on his home planet", "He doesn't want to become involved with a married woman", "He doesn't have emotions because he is actually a robot", "He thinks her love is too sudden to actually be true love" ], [ "Electricity", "Glassmaking", "Creating fire", "Metallurgy" ], [ "She has never been able to see space or stars because clouds always cover the sky on Venus", "She is a robot with no ability to think abstractly", "She and all the other inhabitants of Venus are blind", "She is too young to understand the idea of space" ], [ "They have all left for other planets", "Robots have subjugated them", "Robert is the last human left since all the others died out due to disease", "They have evolved into a new species of cyborgs" ] ]

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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", "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.", "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 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—\"", "\"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 stared defiantly at the laughing faces of her bridesmaids. She\n shrugged hopelessly. \"I don't care,\" she said slowly. \"It will be nice", "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", "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", "\"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", "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", "\"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—\"", "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:", "seemed incapable of the slightest exertion. But Koroby's body\n was—compared to her friends'—voluptuous.", "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!\"", "\"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.", "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.....", "Koroby hastily grasped a corner of her gown, moistened it with saliva,\n and scrubbed her face. She rearranged her hair, and stepped forward.", "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" ], [ "her. She halted behind him, waited silent, expectant, excited—but he\n did not turn. The green fire sputtered upward. At last the girl stepped", "\"This way,\" the litter-carrier announced, touching the girl's arm. They\n stumbled over the rutted clearing toward the twinkling sparks that were", "Then the girl heard it—a shrill, distant whine, dying away, then\n growing louder—and louder—it seemed to be approaching—from the sky—", "She watched him a little longer. Then she deliberately stooped and drew\n the firestone out of its sheath. She touched it to a blade of the tall", "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", "\"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", "inferior as he might think—but now she could not go on. With a little\n cry almost of relief, she sank to the ground and lay semi-conscious, so", "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.", "\"What was it?\" another bearer asked.\n\n\n \"Thought I heard something,\" the other replied. \"Shrill and high—like\n something screaming—\"", "The flames crackled at first—like the crumpling of thin paper. Then,\n as they widened and began climbing hand over hand up an invisible", "away from them, went to the door. She took a last look at the interior\n of the little hut, dim in the lamplight—at the hard bed of laced\ngnau", "preparations. The men with the litter will be here soon to carry me to\n the Stone City.\"", "\"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.\"", "up to his knees. In one hand he held a stick. He stopped and pointed.\n \"He fell about here,\" he said, and began to probe the ashes with the\n stick.", "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", "She rested against the door-frame, watching the red of the afterglow\n deepen to purple. \"I want romance,\" she said, so softly that the girls", "and unfastened the translucent shutter of one. Down in the City street,\n Robert was walking away. Her eyes hardened, and her fingers spread", "won't take me, I'll go by myself. I must get to that fire, whatever it\n is!\" She put a hand to her heart. \"I must! I must!\" Then she faced the", "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.", "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" ], [ "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 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", "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.", "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!\"", "\"Well—heigh-ho! There don't seem to be any other worlds, and nobody is\n going to steal me away from Yasak, so I might as well get on with my", "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", "jungle verdure.\nIt was not a new litter, built especially for the occasion—Yasak was\n too practical a man to sanction any kind of waste. It was the same", "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", "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", "\"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—\"", "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", "\"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", "\"Yasak's out somewhere. The stranger man is in the room at the end of\n the hall.\"", "\"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.", "dove-colored snow. Yasak, watery eyed, a cloth pressed to his nose, was\n walking with several others over the smoking earth and still warm ashes", "By the time they reached the source of the light, they were quite\n demoralized. The musicians had not accompanied them, preferring to\n carry the message to Yasak in the Stone City that his prospective", "\"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—\"", "\"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?\"", "Why, who could forge such a thing! Yasak's house in the City had iron\n doors, and they were considered one of the most wonderful things of the" ], [ "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!\"", "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:", "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", "Koroby lifted a hand. \"Stop the litter,\" she said.\nThe conveyance halted. Koroby leaning out, the men peering around them,", "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.....", "\"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?\"", "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", "Then, far ahead, a series of bright flashes, like the lightning of the\n dust-storms, but brilliantly green. A silence, then staccatto reports,\n certainly not thunder—unlike any sound that Koroby had ever heard.", "\"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.\"", "seemed incapable of the slightest exertion. But Koroby's body\n was—compared to her friends'—voluptuous.", "He shook his head. \"No. Just better informed, for one thing. And—\"\n\n\n Koroby cut him short. \"What's your name?\"\n\n\n \"I have none.\"", "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", "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", "Koroby peered out. \"A\ngnau\n?\" she asked.\n\n\n \"I don't know,\" the bearer volunteered.", "\"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.\"", "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.", "He was walking along, head erect, apparently quite at ease, while the\n litter bearers and Koroby could barely drag themselves with him. The", "\"Goodbye, Koroby!\"" ], [ "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.", "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", "\"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.\"", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nIt was twilight on Venus—the rusty red that the eyes notice when", "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.\"", "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", "The expedition emerged from the jungle on a sandy stretch of barren\n land. A thousand feet away a gigantic metal object lay on the sand,", "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", "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!\"", "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.\"", "He was clothed very peculiarly. A wonderfully-made metallic garment\n enclosed his whole body—legs and all, unlike the Venus-men's tunics.", "Terrestial men, made in Man's likeness to appease Man's vanity, then\n conquered him.", "\"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?", "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?\"", "They took another glance at the metal globe and the green fire, which\n by now had died to a fitful glimmer. Then the stranger and the girl", "disappointment—for his godliness was oddly strange!\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from\n\n Planet Stories March 1943.", "\"This way,\" the litter-carrier announced, touching the girl's arm. They\n stumbled over the rutted clearing toward the twinkling sparks that were", "He was very tall, and his shoulders were very wide. Oh, but he looked\n like a man, and stood like one—even though his hands were folded\n behind his back and he was probably dejected. A man in a house from the\n sky—" ], [ "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 watched the conflagration, Yasak and Koroby, from a higher part of\n the wall than where the others were gathered. They could glimpse Robert", "Koroby watched him, forgot her fear, and went eagerly to him, took his\n arm. \"Who are you?\" she asked. \"Tell me your name!\"", "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.", "seemed incapable of the slightest exertion. But Koroby's body\n was—compared to her friends'—voluptuous.", "Koroby lifted a hand. \"Stop the litter,\" she said.\nThe conveyance halted. Koroby leaning out, the men peering around them,", "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.....", "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:", "\"Goodbye, Koroby!\"", "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", "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", "\"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", "He shook his head. \"No. Just better informed, for one thing. And—\"\n\n\n Koroby cut him short. \"What's your name?\"\n\n\n \"I have none.\"", "He was walking along, head erect, apparently quite at ease, while the\n litter bearers and Koroby could barely drag themselves with him. 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", "\"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?\"", "\"Goodbye! Goodbye!\" They crowded around her, embracing, babbling\n farewells, shreds of advice. Trossa began to cry. Finally Koroby broke", "again. Then, from the direction of the light-flashes, a glow appeared,\n shining steadily, green as the flashes had been. Noticing it, Koroby", "\"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.\"", "Suddenly Koroby reached out, tapped the shoulder of the closet bearer.\n \"Go toward the light.\"\n\n\n His face swung up to hers. \"But—there's no path that way—\"" ], [ "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.", "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!\"", "\"Goodbye, Koroby!\"", "Koroby lifted a hand. \"Stop the litter,\" she said.\nThe conveyance halted. Koroby leaning out, the men peering around them,", "\"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", "\"Goodbye! Goodbye!\" They crowded around her, embracing, babbling\n farewells, shreds of advice. Trossa began to cry. Finally Koroby broke", "\"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", "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", "He shook his head. \"No. Just better informed, for one thing. And—\"\n\n\n Koroby cut him short. \"What's your name?\"\n\n\n \"I have none.\"", "Suddenly Koroby reached out, tapped the shoulder of the closet bearer.\n \"Go toward the light.\"\n\n\n His face swung up to hers. \"But—there's no path that way—\"", "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.....", "seemed incapable of the slightest exertion. But Koroby's body\n was—compared to her friends'—voluptuous.", "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", "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", "\"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?\"", "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:", "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", "Grumbling, they bent to the conveyance's poles, and Koroby lithely\n slipped to the cushions. They turned off the path, plodded through the" ], [ "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.", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nIt was twilight on Venus—the rusty red that the eyes notice when", "\"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.\"", "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", "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.\"", "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", "\"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,", "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", "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!\"", "She left them, moving gracefully to the door. Venus-girls were\n generally of truly elfin proportions, so delicately slim that they", "Then, far ahead, a series of bright flashes, like the lightning of the\n dust-storms, but brilliantly green. A silence, then staccatto reports,\n certainly not thunder—unlike any sound that Koroby had ever heard.", "He was clothed very peculiarly. A wonderfully-made metallic garment\n enclosed his whole body—legs and all, unlike the Venus-men's tunics.", "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", "\"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?\"", "By the time they reached the source of the light, they were quite\n demoralized. The musicians had not accompanied them, preferring to\n carry the message to Yasak in the Stone City that his prospective", "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", "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?", "The expedition emerged from the jungle on a sandy stretch of barren\n land. A thousand feet away a gigantic metal object lay on the sand,", "He turned his mask of a face to her. \"My name? I have none,\" he said.\n\n\n \"No name? But who are you? Where are you from? And what is that?\" She\n pointed at the metal globe." ], [ "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", "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,", "Suddenly Koroby reached out, tapped the shoulder of the closet bearer.\n \"Go toward the light.\"\n\n\n His face swung up to hers. \"But—there's no path that way—\"", "He shook his head. \"No. Just better informed, for one thing. And—\"\n\n\n Koroby cut him short. \"What's your name?\"\n\n\n \"I have none.\"", "\"Goodbye, Koroby!\"", "Koroby watched him, forgot her fear, and went eagerly to him, took his\n arm. \"Who are you?\" she asked. \"Tell me your name!\"", "seemed incapable of the slightest exertion. But Koroby's body\n was—compared to her friends'—voluptuous.", "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 peered out. \"A\ngnau\n?\" she asked.\n\n\n \"I don't know,\" the bearer volunteered.", "again. Then, from the direction of the light-flashes, a glow appeared,\n shining steadily, green as the flashes had been. Noticing it, Koroby", "\"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:", "\"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?\"", "\"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", "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", "\"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", "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 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", "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 was looking at the wrecked globe of metal. \"So there are people on\n Venus!\" he said slowly.", "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.\"", "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", "Terrestial men, made in Man's likeness to appease Man's vanity, then\n conquered him.", "They took another glance at the metal globe and the green fire, which\n by now had died to a fitful glimmer. Then the stranger and the girl", "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", "inferior as he might think—but now she could not go on. With a little\n cry almost of relief, she sank to the ground and lay semi-conscious, so", "\"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.\"", "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", "\"This way,\" the litter-carrier announced, touching the girl's arm. They\n stumbled over the rutted clearing toward the twinkling sparks that were", "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?", "Then the girl heard it—a shrill, distant whine, dying away, then\n growing louder—and louder—it seemed to be approaching—from the sky—", "\"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?\"", "By the time they reached the source of the light, they were quite\n demoralized. The musicians had not accompanied them, preferring to\n carry the message to Yasak in the Stone City that his prospective", "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?\"", "\"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,", "\"Well—heigh-ho! There don't seem to be any other worlds, and nobody is\n going to steal me away from Yasak, so I might as well get on with my", "\"Magic!\" the others repeated, and edged back ... and that was the\n end of one of those robots which had been fashioned as servants for", "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" ] ]

[ "How is Bobby's attitude towards flying the spaceship different than Pop's in the beginning of the article?", "Why was Pop upset about leaving life on Earth?", "Why does Pop prefer Dick's help with the spaceship more than Bobby's?", "What is the main reason the family was so worried about losing their supplies when abandoning the spaceship?", "Given the description of the natural setting of Eros, will it be likely that the family can survive with the available resources on the planetoid?", "What example listed is most similar to the Moseley family's journey to Eros?", "Given the dangerous extent of the trip to Eros, what is the most likely feeling that every family member, except for the baby and Bobby, would have likely felt?", "How would the family's attitude towards their first days on Eros been different if the spaceship hadn't landed in the water?", "Why is Pop concerned about finding the most suitable area of land for his family to live on Eros?" ]

[ [ "Bobby knows much less about flying spaceships than his father, so he is less confident than his father about completing the journey.", "Bobby is worried about flying on the spaceship, while Pop is upset about leaving Earth for an uncertain future on Eros.", "Bobby acts like the journey will be a thrilling adventure, while his father is much more serious about completing the trip.", "Bobby acts much more mature than his father about the journey." ], [ "He felt selfish for making the family join along in his endeavors to a new planet.", "He ultimately knew that the mission would fail.", "The family was forced to leave Earth even though they did not want to leave.", "He knows that moving to Eros is not the best decision for the family. " ], [ "Bobby makes too many errors, which prevents him from receiving important tasks like Dick does.", "Dick is more mature and takes the journey seriously, unlike Bobby.", "Bobby does not cooperate with Pop as well as Dick does.", "Dick is more physically fit than Bobby, which is the reason Pop favorites Dick." ], [ "Nothing on Eros is usable or edible, so the family desperately needed their supplies.", "The environment on Eros is hostile and deadly without outside supplies.", "They were unsure that they would have the necessary resources to survive the first few days on Eros.", "So much money had been wasted in ruined supplies when the spaceship sunk." ], [ "Yes, it appears Eros has the same resources and species of animals on Earth to survive off of.", "No, Eros is too underdeveloped for a family to survive on.", "No, Eros is not identical to Earth, and neither are its resources.", "Yes, Eros has usable food sources, for example, but not exactly like what appears on Earth." ], [ "Refugees fleeing from a war zone.", "A family moving to a developed country for work.", "Moving across the city to a new house.", "Settlers traveling to uninhabited land." ], [ "A degree of frustration with leaving Earth.", "Uncontainable excitement.", "Regret for leaving Earth.", "A degree of uncertainty." ], [ "The family would be largely unaffected because supplies were temporary, and they needed to quickly find more sustainable resources regardless.", "The family would no longer have felt uncertain about their future if they had all their supplies from the spaceship.", "The family would have been more confident in their survival if they had not lost so much supplies.", "The family knew they would successfully survive with or without their supplies from the spaceship." ], [ "Eros is a hostile and deadly planetoid, so it was important to find a safe haven.", "He wants to occupy and develop the area.", "Pop needs an area suitable just for building housing for the family.", "He only needs a place that will support his family in the meantime." ] ]

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[ [ "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.", "\"I'm obeying,\" said Bobby hastily. He followed his brother down the\n corridor, up the ramp, to the bridge. \"Can I push the button when we\n take off, huh, Dick?\"", "Their ship! Bobby felt an eager quickening of his pulse; his stomach\n was aswarm with a host of butterflies.\nTheir ship!", "Bobby bounded forward. \"Can I push the button, can I, Pop? When we\n start, can I?\"\nDick was waiting before the open lock of the", "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", "It looked all right to Bobby. A nice, clean little sphere, spinning\n lazily before their eyes like a top someone had set in motion, then", "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", "panes at the flame-dotted pall of space—until Pop tried to turn his\n curious interest into educational channels; it was exciting, too, to\n probe through the corridored recesses of their floating home—except", "Pop said, \"Come along, Robert,\" and the others went inside. Bobby\n waited, though, to see the cradle-monkey, the man under whose orders", "Bobby jabbed the button in frantic haste. Suddenly the silence was\n shattered by a thunderous detonation. There was a massive hand pressing\n him back into the soft, yielding leather of his chair; the chair", "giddily, from seas that covered half the planetoid's surface, and\n mountains cut long, jagged shadows into sheltered plains beneath them.\n It was, thought Bobby, not a bad looking little place. But not anything", "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.\"", "they followed Dick to the airlock. It was weird, and a little bit\n frightening, but to Bobby it was thrilling, too. This was the sort of\n thing you read stories about. Escape from a flooding ship....", "\"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", "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", "And instinctively Bobby braced himself for a shock. But there was\n only a shuddering jar, a lessening of the roar that beat upon their", "Here, in this field, the GSC's—the General Spacecraft Cradles. From\n one of which, as soon as Pop got clearance, their ship would take off.", "\"Everything is in order, Richard,\" said Pop.\n\n\n \"Good. You folks go in and strap down. I'll seal. Here comes the\n cradle-monkey now.\"", "Bobby jumped. It was Mom's voice. But her cry was not one of fear, it\n was one of excitement.", "\"'What can't be cured,'\" said Pop mildly, \"'must be endured.' We have\n the forward search-beams, son. They will help.\"" ], [ "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", "\"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", "\"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.\"", "The night did not last long. But Pop had told them it would not.", "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", "\"'What can't be cured,'\" said Pop mildly, \"'must be endured.' We have\n the forward search-beams, son. They will help.\"", "panes at the flame-dotted pall of space—until Pop tried to turn his\n curious interest into educational channels; it was exciting, too, to\n probe through the corridored recesses of their floating home—except", "Pop said, \"Come along, Robert,\" and the others went inside. Bobby\n waited, though, to see the cradle-monkey, the man under whose orders", "\"Well, blast me for an Earth-lubbing idiot! Do you see that, Pop?\"\n\n\n Pop looked like he had shared Dick's persimmon.", "Pop touched Mom's hand. He said, \"Martha—I'm not sure this is fair to\n you and the children. Perhaps it isn't right that I should force my", "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!\"", "\"There would have to be insects,\" Pop said. \"There could be no fruitful\n vegetable life without insects. Plants need bees and crawling ants—or\n their equivalent—to carry the pollen from one flower to another.\"", "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!\"", "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", "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.", "bubbling water was nearby, because the woodlands dwindled away into\n lush fields. And Pop said,", "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", "anything, Pop? Can you?\" And Mom, who could read Pop's expressions like\n a book, said, \"What is it, Rob?\"", "\"Why not now? There's nothing to keep us here.\"\nThey packed their meager belongings while Dick finished his meal; the", "\"The air in the bulgers will carry you right to the surface. We'll\n gather there, count noses, and decide on our next move. Pop, you go\n first to lead the way, then Mom, and Eleanor, Grampaw—\"" ], [ "\"I'm obeying,\" said Bobby hastily. He followed his brother down the\n corridor, up the ramp, to the bridge. \"Can I push the button when we\n take off, huh, Dick?\"", "Bobby bounded forward. \"Can I push the button, can I, Pop? When we\n start, can I?\"\nDick was waiting before the open lock of the", "Dick flushed. \"She's a good ship, Pop, even if she is thirty years old.\n Some of these old, hand-fashioned jobs are better than the flash junk", "Dick said softly, \"All right, Pop. Let's check and get ready to set 'er\n down....\"\nII", "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!\"", "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.\"", "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", "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.", "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", "\"Well, blast me for an Earth-lubbing idiot! Do you see that, Pop?\"\n\n\n Pop looked like he had shared Dick's persimmon.", "Pop said, \"Come along, Robert,\" and the others went inside. Bobby\n waited, though, to see the cradle-monkey, the man under whose orders", "they followed Dick to the airlock. It was weird, and a little bit\n frightening, but to Bobby it was thrilling, too. This was the sort of\n thing you read stories about. Escape from a flooding ship....", "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", "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", "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", "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", "Mom a bundle of provisions hastily swept from the galley bins; Pop\n remembered the medical kit and the tool-box, Grampaw was laden down\n with blankets and clothing, Dick burdened himself and Bobby with", "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?\"", "\"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", "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.\"" ], [ "\"It looks worse every time I go back. I may not be able to get in the\n airlock again if the ship keeps on settling. The whole prow split wide", "That was sheer optimism. As they neared the planet its gravitational\n attraction seized them tighter and tighter until they were completely", "\"We can't get loose. The entire nose must be stove in! We're leaking\n like a sieve. Look, everybody—get into your bulgers. We'll get out\n through the airlock!\"", "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", "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.", "And somehow three Earth days sped by, and they were nearing their\n destination. The tiny planetoid, Eros.", "open when we hit, the ship is full of water. The flour and sugar and\n things like that are ruined. I managed to get a few more things out,\n though. Some tools, guns, wire—stuff like that.\"", "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", "Mom a bundle of provisions hastily swept from the galley bins; Pop\n remembered the medical kit and the tool-box, Grampaw was laden down\n with blankets and clothing, Dick burdened himself and Bobby with", "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.", "they followed Dick to the airlock. It was weird, and a little bit\n frightening, but to Bobby it was thrilling, too. This was the sort of\n thing you read stories about. Escape from a flooding ship....", "Mom cried, \"But—but our supplies, Dick! What are we going to do for\n food, clothing, furniture—?\"", "\"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!\"", "\"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", "Anyway, it was after the final coordinates had been plotted, the last\n bank control unchangeably set, the rockets cut, that they saw the", "ship, we'll need power. And atomic power is the only kind we can get in\n this wilderness.\" And he shook his head. \"But we can't do it in a day", "The water was almost ankle deep in the control room by the time they\n had all donned spacesuits. Bloated figures in fabricoid bulgers,", "There was no further need for the artificial gravs. Eros exerted,\n strangely, incredibly, an attractive power almost as potent as Earth's.", "Here, in this field, the GSC's—the General Spacecraft Cradles. From\n one of which, as soon as Pop got clearance, their ship would take off.", "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!\"" ], [ "\"Eros rotates on its axis,\" he explained, \"in about ten hours, forty\n minutes, Earth time measurement. Therefore we shall have 'days' and", "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.", "And somehow three Earth days sped by, and they were nearing their\n destination. The tiny planetoid, Eros.", "government land grant to Eros. What a plum! Atmosphere ... water ...\n vegetable life ... all on a hunk of dirt fifty-seven miles in diameter.", "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", "\"Not so fast, son. Eventually, perhaps; not today. First we must\n establish our claims, justify our right to own Eros. That means work,", "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", "giddily, from seas that covered half the planetoid's surface, and\n mountains cut long, jagged shadows into sheltered plains beneath them.\n It was, thought Bobby, not a bad looking little place. But not anything", "There was no further need for the artificial gravs. Eros exerted,\n strangely, incredibly, an attractive power almost as potent as Earth's.", "Thus Eros greeted its new masters, and the Moseleys faced morning in\n their new Eden.\nIII", "\"Eros has many peculiarities. Some of them we have discussed before. It\n approaches Earth nearer than any other celestial body, excepting Luna", "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—\"", "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", "Frankly, I don't get it! Eros must have terrific mass to have the\n attributes of a full-sized planet.\"", "\"We're not the first men to visit Eros, then?\"", "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.", "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", "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—\"" ], [ "Thus Eros greeted its new masters, and the Moseleys faced morning in\n their new Eden.\nIII", "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.", "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", "\"Eros has many peculiarities. Some of them we have discussed before. It\n approaches Earth nearer than any other celestial body, excepting Luna", "Small wonders unfolded before their eyes. Marching along, they\n had discovered that there was game on Eros. Not quite Earthly, 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", "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.\"", "Mom a bundle of provisions hastily swept from the galley bins; Pop\n remembered the medical kit and the tool-box, Grampaw was laden down\n with blankets and clothing, Dick burdened himself and Bobby with", "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.", "And somehow three Earth days sped by, and they were nearing their\n destination. The tiny planetoid, Eros.", "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.", "\"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", "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", "\"Eros rotates on its axis,\" he explained, \"in about ten hours, forty\n minutes, Earth time measurement. Therefore we shall have 'days' and", "The Patrolman said, \"Your name, please, Sir?\"\n\n\n \"Robert Emmet O'Brien Moseley,\" said Pop.\n\n\n \"Occupation?\"", "word, kid.\" Of course, he got to sit in the pilot's bucket-chair, which\n was something. Moira and Eleanor and Mom to lie down in acceleration", "wouldn't be scared by the thunderous blast of rocket motors. Grampaw\n Moseley had buttonholed an embarrassed young ensign, was complaining\n to him in loud and certain terms that modern astronavigation practices", "\"Not so fast, son. Eventually, perhaps; not today. First we must\n establish our claims, justify our right to own Eros. That means work,", "\"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", "moment. Bobby moved to his side and watched; Moira, too, and Eleanor\n and Mom, and even Dick." ], [ "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.", "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 instinctively Bobby braced himself for a shock. But there was\n only a shuddering jar, a lessening of the roar that beat upon their", "Their ship! Bobby felt an eager quickening of his pulse; his stomach\n was aswarm with a host of butterflies.\nTheir ship!", "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", "And somehow three Earth days sped by, and they were nearing their\n destination. The tiny planetoid, 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.\"", "Mom a bundle of provisions hastily swept from the galley bins; Pop\n remembered the medical kit and the tool-box, Grampaw was laden down\n with blankets and clothing, Dick burdened himself and Bobby with", "they followed Dick to the airlock. It was weird, and a little bit\n frightening, but to Bobby it was thrilling, too. This was the sort of\n thing you read stories about. Escape from a flooding ship....", "moment. Bobby moved to his side and watched; Moira, too, and Eleanor\n and Mom, and even Dick.", "\"I'm obeying,\" said Bobby hastily. He followed his brother down the\n corridor, up the ramp, to the bridge. \"Can I push the button when we\n take off, huh, Dick?\"", "Bobby jumped. It was Mom's voice. But her cry was not one of fear, it\n was one of excitement.", "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", "Bobby jabbed the button in frantic haste. Suddenly the silence was\n shattered by a thunderous detonation. There was a massive hand pressing\n him back into the soft, yielding leather of his chair; the chair", "Pop said, \"Come along, Robert,\" and the others went inside. Bobby\n waited, though, to see the cradle-monkey, the man under whose orders", "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", "Thus Eros greeted its new masters, and the Moseleys faced morning in\n their new Eden.\nIII", "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", "That was sheer optimism. As they neared the planet its gravitational\n attraction seized them tighter and tighter until they were completely", "\"The air in the bulgers will carry you right to the surface. We'll\n gather there, count noses, and decide on our next move. Pop, you go\n first to lead the way, then Mom, and Eleanor, Grampaw—\"" ], [ "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 somehow three Earth days sped by, and they were nearing their\n destination. The tiny planetoid, 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.", "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.", "\"Not so fast, son. Eventually, perhaps; not today. First we must\n establish our claims, justify our right to own Eros. That means work,", "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!\"", "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.\"", "\"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!\"", "Thus Eros greeted its new masters, and the Moseleys faced morning in\n their new Eden.\nIII", "\"Eros rotates on its axis,\" he explained, \"in about ten hours, forty\n minutes, Earth time measurement. Therefore we shall have 'days' and", "That was sheer optimism. As they neared the planet its gravitational\n attraction seized them tighter and tighter until they were completely", "giddily, from seas that covered half the planetoid's surface, and\n mountains cut long, jagged shadows into sheltered plains beneath them.\n It was, thought Bobby, not a bad looking little place. But not anything", "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", "\"It looks worse every time I go back. I may not be able to get in the\n airlock again if the ship keeps on settling. The whole prow split wide", "There was no further need for the artificial gravs. Eros exerted,\n strangely, incredibly, an attractive power almost as potent as Earth's.", "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.", "they followed Dick to the airlock. It was weird, and a little bit\n frightening, but to Bobby it was thrilling, too. This was the sort of\n thing you read stories about. Escape from a flooding ship....", "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", "Their ship! Bobby felt an eager quickening of his pulse; his stomach\n was aswarm with a host of butterflies.\nTheir ship!" ], [ "\"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", "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.", "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.", "\"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", "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.\"", "\"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.\"", "government land grant to Eros. What a plum! Atmosphere ... water ...\n vegetable life ... all on a hunk of dirt fifty-seven miles in diameter.", "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,", "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", "Thus Eros greeted its new masters, and the Moseleys faced morning in\n their new Eden.\nIII", "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", "\"Not so fast, son. Eventually, perhaps; not today. First we must\n establish our claims, justify our right to own Eros. That means work,", "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 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!\"", "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!\"", "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—\"", "bubbling water was nearby, because the woodlands dwindled away into\n lush fields. And Pop said,", "\"This is it. We'll build our home on yonder knoll. And who knows—\"\n Again there grew that strange look in his eyes. \"Who knows but that", "panes at the flame-dotted pall of space—until Pop tried to turn his\n curious interest into educational channels; it was exciting, too, to\n probe through the corridored recesses of their floating home—except" ] ]

[ "Why did Kelly hire Dan so quickly?", "What was unique about Manny and Fiorello’s boss?", "What was the blue spectral vehicle Dan acquired?", "Where did Dan bring Blote in the carrier?", "Why did Dan meet with Mr. Snithian?", "Dzhackoon’s job is most similar to what human job?", "In exchange for a time machine, Blote offers Dan what?", "Why does Blote collect so much art?", "Why did Dan believe Manny and Fiorello were time travelers?", "Who is Fathead?" ]

[ [ "Because of his understanding of time machines.", "Mr. Snithian was desperate to protect his paintings.", "Dan had a great idea for protecting the vault.", "He was willing to work for very little pay." ], [ "He was an octopus.", "He had the head of an alligator and the body of a giraffe.", "He was an art collector.", "He had eighteen fingers." ], [ "A time machine.", "A UFO.", "An inter-dimensional cage.", "A flying car." ], [ "A prison.", "The time machine sales office.", "Mr. Snithian's home.", "The time machine factory." ], [ "He wanted to meet and join time travelers.", "He wanted to purchase a time machine.", "He wanted to purchase some art.", "He wanted to catch the thieves." ], [ "A novelty trader.", "A time machine specialist.", "An art collector.", "A police officer." ], [ "His favorite tin used to store peanuts.", "Money.", "Original paintings.", "A poster of an alligator-headed giraffe." ], [ "The vaults where they are kept are the easiest to break into.", "His job is to source unique items from his sector of the universe.", "He is influenced by human artwork in his own paintings.", "He uses it to trade for rare items." ], [ "He deduced it when Blote described their job functions.", "He suspected it based on the peculiarities of their crimes.", "Mr. Snithian warned him of the possibility.", "They spoke about time travel when he was eavesdropping in the vault." ], [ "Blote.", "Kelly.", "Mr. Snithian.", "One of Blote's superiors." ] ]

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[ [ "\"Never mind that,\" Kelly said, escorting Dan along the corridor. He\n turned in at an office and closed the door.", "\"I'll work cheap,\" Dan called after him as Kelly took his arm. \"I'm an\n art lover.\"", "Kelly nodded. \"I'll fingerprint you and run a fast agency check. If\n you're clean, I'll put you on, starting tonight. But keep it quiet.\"", "\"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.", "\"Mr. Kelly, I can explain everything!\" Dan called. He turned back to\n Fiorello. \"Listen, I figured out—\"", "\"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", "\"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.\"", "\"A hundred dollars a week,\" Dan said promptly. \"Plus expenses,\" he\n added.", "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", "\"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.", "\"That's right, Mr. Snithian,\" Dan said. \"I believe I can be of great\n help to you.\"", "\"By the saints, he's right,\" Kelly exclaimed. \"Maybe we ought to have a\n man in that vault.\"", "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.\"", "\"Pretty clever!\" Kelly's voice barked. \"Inside job. But it takes more\n than the likes of you to out-fox an old-timer like Eddie Kelly.\"", "But he was ready. Let them come.\nEight hours, three sandwiches and six beers later, Dan roused suddenly", "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.", "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.", "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", "\"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.\"", "\"Oh-oh,\" Manny said. \"A double-cross.\"\n\n\n \"I've—ah—been expecting you gentlemen,\" Dan said. \"I—\"" ], [ "\"Are you nuts?\" Manny demanded.\n\n\n \"I'm flattered, dear boy,\" Fiorello said, \"but—\"", "\"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", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "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", "\"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—\"", "Manny looked. \"Yeah, nice use of values,\" he conceded. \"But I still\n prefer nood dames, Fiorello.\"", "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", "\"What happened to Manny and Fiorello?\"\n\n\n \"They—I—There was this cop. Kelly—\"", "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", "\"We'll send for you,\" Dan said. \"Let's go, Fiorello.\"", "\"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.\"", "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.\"", "\"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.", "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.", "\"What about this ginzo?\" Manny jerked a thumb toward Dan. \"He's on to\n us.\"\n\n\n \"Can't be helped.\"", "\"And this!\" Fiorello lifted the next painting. \"Look at that gay play\n of rich browns!\"", "\"Well, it was a sweet racket while it lasted,\" the basso voice said. \"A\n pity to terminate so happy an enterprise. Still....\" A noise like an\n amplified Bronx cheer issued from the wide mouth.", "\"Mr. Kelly, I can explain everything!\" Dan called. He turned back to\n Fiorello. \"Listen, I figured out—\"" ], [ "Dan blinked at the flash of blue and looked down. He was hovering\n twenty feet above a clipped lawn.", "Sudden silence fell as the walls of the room glowed blue. A spectral\n Kelly capered before the cage, fluorescing in the blue-violet. Dan", "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", "\"Over there,\" he said. Blote directed the machine as it swooped\n smoothly toward the flat roof Dan indicated.", "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 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.", "\"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 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—", "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", "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 looked around at the gray walls, with shelves stacked to the low\n ceiling with wrapped paintings. Two three-hundred-watt bulbs shed a", "The apparition was an open-work cage—about the size and shape of an\n out-house minus the sheathing, Dan estimated breathlessly. Two figures", "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", "\"A sales center?\" Blote inquired. \"Or a manufacturing complex?\"\n\n\n \"Both,\" Dan said. \"I'll just nip over and—\"", "Dan, stepping out of the skeletal frame. In the dim light it now\n looked like nothing more than a rough frame built of steel pipe, with", "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—\"", "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", "\"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.\"", "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." ], [ "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", "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—", "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.", "\"That won't be necessary, Dan,\" Blote said. \"I'll accompany you.\" He\n took the directory, studied it.", "\"Over there,\" he said. Blote directed the machine as it swooped\n smoothly toward the flat roof Dan indicated.", "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", "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", "Dan stepped from the carrier and looked around. Whatever the noise\n was, it hadn't attracted any attention from the scattered pedestrians", "me, Dan,\" Blote demanded. \"Two twenty-one Maple Street, I believe you\n said.\"", "\"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", "\"A sales center?\" Blote inquired. \"Or a manufacturing complex?\"\n\n\n \"Both,\" Dan said. \"I'll just nip over and—\"", "\"Ah, let me see,\" Dan temporized. \"Time machine. Time machine—\"\n\n\n \"Don't attempt to weasel on me, Dan,\" Blote rumbled ominously.", "\"Never mind that,\" Kelly said, escorting Dan along the corridor. He\n turned in at an office and closed the door.", "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—", "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.", "\"I'd better look in the phone book,\" Dan suggested.\n\n\n Silently, Blote produced a dog-eared directory. Dan opened it.", "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—\"", "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", "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" ], [ "\"That's right, Mr. Snithian,\" Dan said. \"I believe I can be of great\n help to you.\"", "Clyde W. Snithian was a bald eagle of a man, dark-eyed, pot-bellied,\n with the large, expressive hands of a rug merchant. Round-shouldered", "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 shook his head. He was staring at the posters. His eyes,\n accustoming themselves to the gloom of the office, could now make out", "nonsense. And throw this nincompoop out!\" Snithian turned and stalked\n away, his cloak flapping at his knees.", "entry, illegal possession of property, trespass—then doubtless some\n embarrassment exists back at the Snithian residence. I daresay Mr.\n Kelly would have a warm welcome for you. And, of course, I myself would", "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", "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.", "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.", "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", "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.", "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", "\"A sales center?\" Blote inquired. \"Or a manufacturing complex?\"\n\n\n \"Both,\" Dan said. \"I'll just nip over and—\"", "\"I just wanted—I mean, after I figured out—that is, the police ... I\n went for help,\" Dan finished lamely.", "\"Oh-oh,\" Manny said. \"A double-cross.\"\n\n\n \"I've—ah—been expecting you gentlemen,\" Dan said. \"I—\"", "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.", "\"That reminds me,\" Dan said. \"I have to be running along now.\" He\n sidled toward the door.", "\"Another idiotic scheme to waste my money,\" Snithian snapped. \"I've\n made you responsible for security here, Kelly! Let's have no more", "\"Never mind that,\" Kelly said, escorting Dan along the corridor. He\n turned in at an office and closed the door.", "\"Who're you?\" a bass voice demanded from somewhere near the floor.\n\n\n \"I'm ... I'm ... Dan Slane ... your honor.\"" ], [ "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "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", "Dan jabbed at a lever. The cage shot back through the wall. He was in a\n plain room with a depression in the floor, a wide window with a planter\n filled with glowing blue plants—", "A faint sound cut into the stillness—a descending whine. The cage\n moved jerkily, settling toward the floor. Long blue sparks jumped,", "The apparition was an open-work cage—about the size and shape of an\n out-house minus the sheathing, Dan estimated breathlessly. Two figures", "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 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", "\"Now, as the old buzzard said, I'm responsible for security here. If\n those pictures go, my job goes with them. Your vault idea's not bad.\n Just how cheap would you work?\"", "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.", "\"That? That's merely a carrier. Now tell me more about your time\n machines. A fascinating concept! My superiors will be delighted at", "The cage descended steadily. Dan peered out, searching for identifying\n landmarks. He leveled off at the second floor, cruised along a barely", "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", "\"Ah, this must be the assembly area,\" he exclaimed. \"I see the machines\n employ a bar-type construction, not unlike our carriers.\"", "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, 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.", "But he was ready. Let them come.\nEight hours, three sandwiches and six beers later, Dan roused suddenly", "Dan blinked at the flash of blue and looked down. He was hovering\n twenty feet above a clipped lawn." ], [ "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—\"", "\"Ah, let me see,\" Dan temporized. \"Time machine. Time machine—\"\n\n\n \"Don't attempt to weasel on me, Dan,\" Blote rumbled ominously.", "\"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 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?\"", "\"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 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", "\"A sales center?\" Blote inquired. \"Or a manufacturing complex?\"\n\n\n \"Both,\" Dan said. \"I'll just nip over and—\"", "\"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?\"", "\"That won't be necessary, Dan,\" Blote said. \"I'll accompany you.\" He\n took the directory, studied it.", "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.\"", "\"Wait a minute!\" Dan shouted. \"I'd like to make a deal with you\n fellows.\"", "\"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.", "me, Dan,\" Blote demanded. \"Two twenty-one Maple Street, I believe you\n said.\"", "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—", "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.", "\"I'd better look in the phone book,\" Dan suggested.\n\n\n Silently, Blote produced a dog-eared directory. Dan opened it.", "The time machine was his to command. And if he gave up now and crawled\n back into the vault, Kelly would gather him in and pin every art theft\n of the past decade on him.", "with an abundance of the local medium of exchange. Equitable enough, I\n should say. What about it, Dan?\"" ], [ "Basically, his idea was simple. Art collections had been disappearing\n from closely guarded galleries and homes all over the world. It was", "you were capable of that sort of thing.\" The immense head leaned back,\n the wide mouth opening and closing rapidly. \"And to think I've been\n spinning my wheels collecting primitive 2-D art!\"", "\"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 thin man opened a package, glanced at a painting.\n\n\n \"Ah, magnificent. Almost the equal of Picasso in his puce period.\"\n\n\n Manny shuffled through the other pictures in the stack.", "Dan looked around at the gray walls, with shelves stacked to the low\n ceiling with wrapped paintings. Two three-hundred-watt bulbs shed a", "\"Help? Out of the picture, unfortunately. One must maintain one's\n anonymity, you'll appreciate. My operation here is under wraps at\n present. Ah, I don't suppose you brought any paintings?\"", "\"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", "elaborate venetian blinds. There were posters on the wall, a potted\n plant by the door, a heap of framed paintings beside it, and at the far", "\"Damned busybodies! Sensation-mongers! If it wasn't for the press,\n I'd have no concern for my paintings today!\"", "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.\"", "slid a painting into view. It was a gaily colored view of an open-air\n cafe, with a group of men and women in gay-ninetyish costumes gathered", "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—\"", "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", "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", "\"Ah, let me see,\" Dan temporized. \"Time machine. Time machine—\"\n\n\n \"Don't attempt to weasel on me, Dan,\" Blote rumbled ominously.", "\"Like always,\" he grumbled. \"No nood dames. I like nood dames.\"\n\n\n \"Look at this, Manny! The textures alone—\"", "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.", "\"And this!\" Fiorello lifted the next painting. \"Look at that gay play\n of rich browns!\"", "\"You seem to have a time-machine fixation, Dan,\" Blote said. \"You\n shouldn't assume, just because you people have developed time travel," ], [ "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.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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", "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", "\"Oh-oh,\" Manny said. \"A double-cross.\"\n\n\n \"I've—ah—been expecting you gentlemen,\" Dan said. \"I—\"", "\"Are you nuts?\" Manny demanded.\n\n\n \"I'm flattered, dear boy,\" Fiorello said, \"but—\"", "\"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.", "\"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.", "\"Mr. Kelly, I can explain everything!\" Dan called. He turned back to\n Fiorello. \"Listen, I figured out—\"", "\"You seem to have a time-machine fixation, Dan,\" Blote said. \"You\n shouldn't assume, just because you people have developed time travel,", "\"What about this ginzo?\" Manny jerked a thumb toward Dan. \"He's on to\n us.\"\n\n\n \"Can't be helped.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"We'll send for you,\" Dan said. \"Let's go, Fiorello.\"", "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", "\"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", "\"Ah, let me see,\" Dan temporized. \"Time machine. Time machine—\"\n\n\n \"Don't attempt to weasel on me, Dan,\" Blote rumbled ominously.", "The beachball head leaned forward interestedly. \"Clue me, Dan. What's a\n time machine?\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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?\"" ], [ "\"Looks like the old boy's been doing all right,\" the shorter man said.\n \"Fathead's gonna be pleased.\"", "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", "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", "\"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.\"", "Clyde W. Snithian was a bald eagle of a man, dark-eyed, pot-bellied,\n with the large, expressive hands of a rug merchant. Round-shouldered", "\"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", "\"Well, it was a sweet racket while it lasted,\" the basso voice said. \"A\n pity to terminate so happy an enterprise. Still....\" A noise like an\n amplified Bronx cheer issued from the wide mouth.", "But he was ready. Let them come.\nEight hours, three sandwiches and six beers later, Dan roused suddenly", "\"What about this ginzo?\" Manny jerked a thumb toward Dan. \"He's on to\n us.\"\n\n\n \"Can't be helped.\"", "nonsense. And throw this nincompoop out!\" Snithian turned and stalked\n away, his cloak flapping at his knees.", "you were capable of that sort of thing.\" The immense head leaned back,\n the wide mouth opening and closing rapidly. \"And to think I've been\n spinning my wheels collecting primitive 2-D art!\"", "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", "\"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.", "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", "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", "to catch a brown eye upon him. Only one. The other seemed to be busily\n at work studying the ceiling.", "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 bet you do!\" Kelly's voice roared. \"One more minute and I'll have\n the door open and collar the lot of you! Came up through a tunnel, did\n you?\"" ] ]

[ "What was Harper's most likely work with the equatorial wells before they sank?", "Why did Harper change his tone regarding a vacation to Mars?", "Why was Harper strongly in favor of automation?", "Why did Harper think of Mrs. Jacobsen when the two robots came to his room?", "Why did the two robots sedate Harper in his room?", "Why did the clerk start mentally preparing his resignation?", "Why did Hayes want to resign?", "How did Harper satisfy his ambitions and solve Hayes' problems?", "How did Harper thank Scribney for having \"rung the bell\"?" ]

[ [ "Treating Martian liquids for commercial use.", "Bolstering the Martian tourist economy.", "Converting the wells into curative springs.", "Sourcing water on Mars." ], [ "He wanted to see the beautiful Emerald Star hotel.", "He was worried about the robots staffing the hotel.", "Bella convinced him he could benefit from some curative rest and relaxation.", "He realized he could profit from a scientific breakthrough." ], [ "New technology was a sign of sophistication.", "He appreciated machine silence and accuracy.", "He wanted to do less work and maximize profits.", "It potentially would save him a lot of money." ], [ "One of the robots looked like her.", "He scoffed again at her irritation with the robots. ", "He realized the man standing behind him in line was her husband.", "He was starting to agree that human customer service might be preferable to robots." ], [ "They were going to put him through an intense fitness, diet, and sleep regimen he had requested.", "They thought he was Jake Ellis.", "They realized he wanted to take advantage of them for his own profit.", "They didn't like him and wanted to scare him." ], [ "He had been hired for another job.", "The robot security guards had lost control.", "He would be blamed for the mess Harper created during his outburst.", "He was tired of working at the hotel." ], [ "Operation Robot was a failed experiment and had lost too much money.", "He was tired of dealing with unruly guests.", "He felt robots were illogical compared to humans.", "He refused to learn how to live with robots." ], [ "He traded out the factory workers for robots, and the factory workers took over the hotel jobs.", "He fired all of the factory workers and replaced them with robots.", "He purchased a controlling interest in Operation Robot.", "He harvested all the fungal enzymes for his company." ], [ "He felt he owed him and promised to reward him in the future.", "He hired him to work as superintendent of a factory at Hagerty's Enzymes.", "He gave him a large stock in Hagerty's Enzymes.", "He squeezed his arm and smiled at him - a rarity for a man like Harper." ] ]

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[ [ "Harper's hands twitched violently. \"Don't mention that fiasco!\" he\n rasped. \"That deal nearly cost me my shirt! Water, hell! Those wells", "\"Didn't you have a finger in those Martian equatorial wells they sunk\n twenty years ago?\"", "\"You're away behind the times, Harp,\" he declared. \"Don't you know\n that those have proved to be the most astoundingly curative springs", "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!\"", "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", "And indeed, Harper was stepping briskly downward, looking spry and fit\n and years younger. He came across to them actually beaming. It was the\n first pleasant expression they had seen on his face in years.", "Harper snorted. His large nose developed the sound magnificently.\n \"Vacation!\" he snorted. \"Batting a silly ball around or dragging a hook", "Scribney had gauged his victim's mental processes accurately. The\n magazine sagged in Harp's hands, and his sharp eyes became shrewd and", "The clerk sputtered. Mrs. Jacobsen sputtered. But not for nothing was\n Harper one of the leading business executives of the earth. Harper's", "The trip out did Harper a world of good. Under the influence of the\n soporific gas that permeated the rocket, he really relaxed for the\n first time in years, sinking with the other passengers into a hazy", "the Martian hinterland where, Harper affectionately thought, fungi were\n busy producing enzymes that were going to be worth millions for him and\n his associates. There remained only the small detail of discovering how", "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.", "It seemed hardly more than a handful of hours until they were strapping\n themselves into deceleration hammocks for the landing. And then Harper", "\"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.", "\"Well!\" remarked his sister. \"All I can say is that they'd better turn\n that happy-gas on extra strong for Harp's trip out!\"", "Harper gazed out at the stunned audience. This was more like the\n treatment he was accustomed to! Haughtily he squared his bony shoulders", "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", "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.", "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", "Despondently he looked at Harper. \"Go ahead and sue, Mr. Breen. If you\n don't, somebody else will. And if nobody sues, we'll go broke anyway," ], [ "The trip out did Harper a world of good. Under the influence of the\n soporific gas that permeated the rocket, he really relaxed for the\n first time in years, sinking with the other passengers into a hazy", "Harper snorted. His large nose developed the sound magnificently.\n \"Vacation!\" he snorted. \"Batting a silly ball around or dragging a hook", "every place, but on robot-harried Mars the\n \nsituation was just a little different.\n[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "It seemed hardly more than a handful of hours until they were strapping\n themselves into deceleration hammocks for the landing. And then Harper", "the Martian hinterland where, Harper affectionately thought, fungi were\n busy producing enzymes that were going to be worth millions for him and\n his associates. There remained only the small detail of discovering how", "And indeed, Harper was stepping briskly downward, looking spry and fit\n and years younger. He came across to them actually beaming. It was the\n first pleasant expression they had seen on his face in years.", "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", "Harp,\" he advised. \"You'd get a good rest on the way out. This gas\n they use in the rockets nowadays is as good as a rest-cure; it sort of", "to the planet Mars. Bella and Scribney, superb in new spring outfits,\n waited restlessly while the rocket cooled and the passengers recovered\n from deceleration.", "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.", "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", "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 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.", "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!\"", "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", "For all of five minutes Harper stood it. Then with a frenzied lunge\n he escaped the embrace of the Relaxo-Lounge and fled to a gloriously\n stationary sofa.", "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.", "\"Hey, Harp, old man!\" His brother-in-law, turning the pages of the\n new colorama magazine, INTERPLANETARY, had paused at a double-spread.", "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's tongue finally functioned. \"What's all this?\" he demanded.\n \"There's nothing wrong with me. Let me go!\"" ], [ "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 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 was enthralled. He'd staff his offices with them. Hang the\n expense! There'd be no more of that obnoxious personal friction and", "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.", "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.", "And indeed, Harper was stepping briskly downward, looking spry and fit\n and years younger. He came across to them actually beaming. It was the\n first pleasant expression they had seen on his face in years.", "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!\"", "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 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", "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", "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 ignored him. For the first time in his spectacular and\n ruthless career Harper was up against creatures that he could neither", "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", "The clerk sputtered. Mrs. Jacobsen sputtered. But not for nothing was\n Harper one of the leading business executives of the earth. Harper's", "Harper scowled. \"Oh, haven't I?\" he grated. \"Robots! Do you know what", "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", "\"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", "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 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.", "\"That's better!\" Harper straightened up and meticulously smoothed the\n collar of his flapping coat. \"Now—the manager, please.\"" ], [ "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", "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", "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 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", "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", "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 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 robots ignored him. For the first time in his spectacular and\n ruthless career Harper was up against creatures that he could neither", "Harper scowled. \"Oh, haven't I?\" he grated. \"Robots! Do you know what", "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 clerk sputtered. Mrs. Jacobsen sputtered. But not for nothing was\n Harper one of the leading business executives of the earth. Harper's", "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!\"", "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", "\"Robots!\" he shrilled. \"You mean they've developed the things to that\n point? Why hasn't somebody told me? I'll have Jackson's hide! I'll\n disfranchise him! I'll—\"", "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—\"", "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.", "Only the robots were immune to Harper Breen's progress across the huge\n suave lobby.", "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", "horrified stare, Harper clutched his maltreated stomach. He saw a third\n robot enter, wheeling a chair." ], [ "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", "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 ignored him. For the first time in his spectacular and\n ruthless career Harper was up against creatures that he could neither", "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.", "\"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", "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!\"", "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", "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 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.", "Harper scowled. \"Oh, haven't I?\" he grated. \"Robots! Do you know what", "\"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", "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", "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", "Stolidly they picked Harper up, plunked him into the chair, strapped\n him down and marched out with him.", "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.", "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,", "\"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" ], [ "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.", "The clerk was the first to recover from the collective stupor.\n Frantically he pushed the button that would summon the robot guard.", "Hayes, the manager, blanched. Then he began to mottle in an apoplectic\n pattern. And suddenly with a gusty sigh, he collapsed into his chair.", "\"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", "was busy chewing a cigar to shreds behind his fortress of gun metal\n desk, jerked hastily upright and glared at the intruder. \"My good\n man—\" he began.", "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.", "implacable stare won his point. Wiping beads of moisture from his\n forehead, the clerk fumbled for a card, typed it out, and was about to", "Brushing aside the startled secretary in the outer cubicle, Harper\n flapped and shuffled straight into the inner sanctum. The manager, who", "Scribney had gauged his victim's mental processes accurately. The\n magazine sagged in Harp's hands, and his sharp eyes became shrewd and", "\"Persecution, that's what it is!\" he moaned desperately. And he turned\n his back to the mirror, which showed him that he was beginning to look", "they did to me.\" Indignation lit fires in his pale eyes. \"Came in here\n while I was lying down peacefully digesting the first meal I've enjoyed", "bell, and he wasn't the man to forget it. With a wonderful sense of\n well-being he returned to his room and prepared to relax.", "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", "The clerk sputtered. Mrs. Jacobsen sputtered. But not for nothing was\n Harper one of the leading business executives of the earth. Harper's", "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.", "\"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", "He was immediately confronted with a sample of that human obstinacy\n that was slowly driving him mad. Machines, he sighed to himself.", "bleakly. As soon as the door opened he regretted his invitation, for\n the opening framed the large untidy man who had noisily pounded on the", "He glimpsed the composed, wonderfully human face of his secretary,\n waiting patiently in the background. \"Oh there you are, Smythe.\" He\n turned to his relatives. \"Busy day ahead. See you later, folks—\"", "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.\"" ], [ "Hayes, the manager, blanched. Then he began to mottle in an apoplectic\n pattern. And suddenly with a gusty sigh, he collapsed into his chair.", "reached for the cigar that Hayes automatically offered him. \"Oh, I\n don't know,\" he said mildly.", "Hayes leaned forward like a drowning man sighting a liferaft. \"What\n do you mean, you don't know? You're threatening to take our shirts,\n aren't you?\"", "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.", "Hayes leaned toward him incredulous. \"You mean you want these robots\n after what you've seen and experienced?\"", "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", "\"Now, Harp, you know you've never obeyed his orders. He told you\n last year that you'd have to ease up. Why do you have to try to run", "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.", "at the rate our guest list is declining. I'm ready to hand in my\n resignation.\"", "\"Persecution, that's what it is!\" he moaned desperately. And he turned\n his back to the mirror, which showed him that he was beginning to look", "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", "For all of five minutes Harper stood it. Then with a frenzied lunge\n he escaped the embrace of the Relaxo-Lounge and fled to a gloriously\n stationary sofa.", "And indeed, Harper was stepping briskly downward, looking spry and fit\n and years younger. He came across to them actually beaming. It was the\n first pleasant expression they had seen on his face in years.", "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", "Harper snorted. His large nose developed the sound magnificently.\n \"Vacation!\" he snorted. \"Batting a silly ball around or dragging a hook", "Scribney had gauged his victim's mental processes accurately. The\n magazine sagged in Harp's hands, and his sharp eyes became shrewd and", "Harper's hands twitched violently. \"Don't mention that fiasco!\" he\n rasped. \"That deal nearly cost me my shirt! Water, hell! Those wells", "\"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", "\"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." ], [ "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", "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.", "And indeed, Harper was stepping briskly downward, looking spry and fit\n and years younger. He came across to them actually beaming. It was the\n first pleasant expression they had seen on his face in years.", "\"That's better!\" Harper straightened up and meticulously smoothed the\n collar of his flapping coat. \"Now—the manager, please.\"", "Scribney had gauged his victim's mental processes accurately. The\n magazine sagged in Harp's hands, and his sharp eyes became shrewd and", "\"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", "\"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.", "\"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 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.", "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.", "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!\"", "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 clerk sputtered. Mrs. Jacobsen sputtered. But not for nothing was\n Harper one of the leading business executives of the earth. Harper's", "Listening, an amazing calm settled on Harper. Thoughtfully now he\n hooked a chair to the desk with his stockinged foot, sat down and", "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 gazed out at the stunned audience. This was more like the\n treatment he was accustomed to! Haughtily he squared his bony shoulders", "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.", "Brushing aside the startled secretary in the outer cubicle, Harper\n flapped and shuffled straight into the inner sanctum. The manager, who", "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", "Hayes, the manager, blanched. Then he began to mottle in an apoplectic\n pattern. And suddenly with a gusty sigh, he collapsed into his chair." ], [ "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.", "Scribney had gauged his victim's mental processes accurately. The\n magazine sagged in Harp's hands, and his sharp eyes became shrewd and", "\"Well, you old dog!\" exclaimed Scribney affectionately. \"So you did it\n again!\"", "\"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.", "\"Same old Harp,\" observed Scribney. Then he thought of the block of\n stock. \"What say we celebrate our rise to a position in the syndicate,\n honey?\"", "\"There he is!\" cried Bella. \"Why, doesn't he look wonderful! Scrib,\n it's amazing! Look at him!", "cigar—his first in months—and inhaled happily. For once old Scribney\n had certainly been right, he reflected. Yes sir, Scrib had rung the", "\"Look, Scrib!\" Bella clutched Scribney's substantial arm. \"It's finally\n opening.\"", "\"Why, I remember now!\" exclaimed Bella. \"That's where the Durants went\n two years ago! He was about dead and she looked like a hag. They came\n back in wonderful shape. Don't you remember, Scrib?\"", "bell, and he wasn't the man to forget it. With a wonderful sense of\n well-being he returned to his room and prepared to relax.", "\"That's better!\" Harper straightened up and meticulously smoothed the\n collar of his flapping coat. \"Now—the manager, please.\"", "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", "Harper's tongue finally functioned. \"What's all this?\" he demanded.\n \"There's nothing wrong with me. Let me go!\"", "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.", "\"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 snorted. His large nose developed the sound magnificently.\n \"Vacation!\" he snorted. \"Batting a silly ball around or dragging a hook", "And indeed, Harper was stepping briskly downward, looking spry and fit\n and years younger. He came across to them actually beaming. It was the\n first pleasant expression they had seen on his face in years.", "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", "Listening, an amazing calm settled on Harper. Thoughtfully now he\n hooked a chair to the desk with his stockinged foot, sat down and", "\"All right?\" Scribney gulped. Why, the dried-up little turnip was human" ] ]

[ "Who is the murderer for which Bo listens for footsteps?", "Why was the murderer trying to kill Bo?", "How was Bo unusual compared to his colleagues?", "What is Achilles?", "What was the dog?", "Why did Johnny like the Last Chance?", "Why did Johnny say Dr. McKittrick wasn't sociable?", "Why did Bo not want to get drunk at first but later the same night he chose to get drunk?", "Why did Lundgard not ride home on his original ship?" ]

[ [ "Johnny Malone", "A Venusian", "An unknown person", "A crewmember from Fireball" ], [ "We never find out", "He was a rival of the Sirius Transportation Company", "He was in love with Valeria ", "To get revenge for Johnny's death" ], [ "He was fastidious", "He was a frugal man", "He was a large man", "He loved to learn" ], [ "A rowdy bar", "An asteroid near Jupiter", "An asteroid near Mars", "A dense cluster" ], [ "Dr. McKittrick's pet", "A tramp ship", "A transport ship", "A Venusian pet" ], [ "He was from Luna City", "The Guardsmen came in trios", "He could find an empty booth", "He liked wild places" ], [ "She was very intelligent", "She wasn't beautiful", "She was young", "She was too focused on her work" ], [ "At first, he didn't want the cost of hangover medication but later he was mourning Johnny's death", "At first, he wanted to find a woman but later he decided to drink beer", "At first, he didn't want to pay for alcohol but later he was mourning Johnny's death", "At first, he was focused on his work but later he was feeling lonesome" ], [ "He wanted to settle down and try farming", "He wanted to stay for another 6 months", "He offered to stay behind because he felt responsible for their problems", "He was left behind because he was careless about inspections" ] ]

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[ [ "Stooping, awkward in the clumsy armor, he put the transparent plastic\n of his helmet to the ground. Its cold bit at him even through the\n insulating material. He might be able to hear the footsteps of his\n murderer conducted through the ground.", "\"Hadn't you heard?\" asked Bo. He found it hard to believe she could\n be ignorant, here where everybody's life was known to everybody else.\n \"Johnny's dead. We can't leave.\"", "Bo didn't care the first day. He had taken Johnny out to Helmet Hill\n and laid him in the barren ground to wait, unchanging now, till", "Stillness answered him. He gulped a heavy lungful of tainted air\n and rose. The other might be miles away yet, or perhaps very close,", "Darkness and the chill glitter of stars. Bo Jonsson crouched on a\n whirling speck of stone and waited for the man who was coming to kill\n him.", "Bo had seen death before. That needle wasn't anesthetic, it was poison.\n He knelt in the riot with Johnny's body in his arms.\nII", "Bo clamped his teeth together, as if he would grip consciousness in\n his jaws. His hands felt cold and heavy, the hands of a stranger, as", "Bo Jonsson's tongue was dry and thick in his mouth. He wanted to\n find his enemy and give up, buy existence at whatever price it would", "Bo relaxed against the thrust, thinking of Achilles falling away behind\n them. \"So long,\" he whispered. \"So long, Johnny.\"\nIII", "\"We're both lucky, I guess.\" Lundgard chuckled. His English had only\n the slightest trace of accent, less than Bo's. \"I thought I was stashed\n here too for the next several months.\"", "Let's face it\n, he told himself.\nYou're scared. You're scared\n sweatless.\nHe wondered if he had spoken it aloud.", "near the ground; jump up a few feet and it would take you a while to\n fall back. It was utterly silent around him. He had never thought there\n could be so much stillness.", "He turned his head, feeling a great weariness, and looked at the\n gauges. This had cost him a lot of air. There was only about three\n hours worth left. Lundgard could kill him simply by waiting.", "A sharp noise slashed through the haze of talk and music Bo looked up.\n There was a tall black haired man, Venusian to judge by his kilts,\n arguing with Johnny. His face was ugly with anger.", "Born, spewed out of an iron womb into a hollowness of stars and cold,\n to lie on naked rock while the enemy hunted him. Bo shuddered and\n wanted to scream again.", "He was halfway across when the bullet came. He saw no flash, heard\n no crack, but suddenly the fissured land before him exploded in a", "October. Suit, equipment, and his own body, all together, weighed only\n a couple of pounds here. It was ghostly, this soundless progress over\n fields which had never known life. It was like being dead already.", "As he neared, he caught words: \"—my girl, dammit.\"\n\n\n \"Like hell I am!\" said the girl. \"I never saw you before—\"", "Breath rattled in his throat as he turned his head. There was a white\n plume standing over his shoulder, air streaming out through the hole\n and freezing its moisture. The knife in him was not hot, it was cold\n with an ultimate cold.", "Slowly he forced himself to move. The thrust of his foot sent him\n up, looping over the cliff to drift down like a dead leaf in Earth's" ], [ "Bo had seen death before. That needle wasn't anesthetic, it was poison.\n He knelt in the riot with Johnny's body in his arms.\nII", "Bo Jonsson's tongue was dry and thick in his mouth. He wanted to\n find his enemy and give up, buy existence at whatever price it would", "\"Hadn't you heard?\" asked Bo. He found it hard to believe she could\n be ignorant, here where everybody's life was known to everybody else.\n \"Johnny's dead. We can't leave.\"", "Bo didn't care the first day. He had taken Johnny out to Helmet Hill\n and laid him in the barren ground to wait, unchanging now, till", "Darkness and the chill glitter of stars. Bo Jonsson crouched on a\n whirling speck of stone and waited for the man who was coming to kill\n him.", "A sharp noise slashed through the haze of talk and music Bo looked up.\n There was a tall black haired man, Venusian to judge by his kilts,\n arguing with Johnny. His face was ugly with anger.", "Born, spewed out of an iron womb into a hollowness of stars and cold,\n to lie on naked rock while the enemy hunted him. Bo shuddered and\n wanted to scream again.", "Stooping, awkward in the clumsy armor, he put the transparent plastic\n of his helmet to the ground. Its cold bit at him even through the\n insulating material. He might be able to hear the footsteps of his\n murderer conducted through the ground.", "That was when it happened. Bo saw the little needler spit from the\n Venusian's fingers. Johnny stood there a moment, looking foolishly at", "Bo clamped his teeth together, as if he would grip consciousness in\n his jaws. His hands felt cold and heavy, the hands of a stranger, as", "Bo relaxed against the thrust, thinking of Achilles falling away behind\n them. \"So long,\" he whispered. \"So long, Johnny.\"\nIII", "\"Because I am one at heart. Look, Bo, why don't you get over that\n inferiority complex of yours? A man can't run a spaceship without", "Breath rattled in his throat as he turned his head. There was a white\n plume standing over his shoulder, air streaming out through the hole\n and freezing its moisture. The knife in him was not hot, it was cold\n with an ultimate cold.", "\"We're both lucky, I guess.\" Lundgard chuckled. His English had only\n the slightest trace of accent, less than Bo's. \"I thought I was stashed\n here too for the next several months.\"", "Bo kept on sipping slowly. \"Johnny,\" he said, raising his voice to cut\n through the din, \"you're an educated man. I never could figure out why\n you want to talk like a jumper.\"", "Bo returned to the transient quarters and dialed Valeria McKittrick.\n She looked impatiently at him out of the screen. \"Well,\" she said,\n \"what's the matter? I thought we were blasting today.\"", "He turned his head, feeling a great weariness, and looked at the\n gauges. This had cost him a lot of air. There was only about three\n hours worth left. Lundgard could kill him simply by waiting.", "Bo sighed, feeling a bit lonesome. If he wasn't going to make a night\n of it, there was no point in drinking heavily. He had to make the final", "As he neared, he caught words: \"—my girl, dammit.\"\n\n\n \"Like hell I am!\" said the girl. \"I never saw you before—\"", "Stillness answered him. He gulped a heavy lungful of tainted air\n and rose. The other might be miles away yet, or perhaps very close," ], [ "Bo went at his share of the job doggedly, checking and re-checking\n before giving the problem to the machine; Lundgard breezed through it", "drinks. Bo was larger and heavier than most spacemen—he'd never have\n gotten his certificate before the ion drive came in—and was usually\n content to let others talk while he listened. A placid blond giant,", "Bo shook his head and watched his partner move off, swift in the puny\n gravity—the Last Chance didn't centrifuge like some of the tommicker", "Bo understood that kind of loyalty. You couldn't travel space without\n men who had it.", "Bo stood unmoving an instant, fighting the impulse to leap away. He was\n a spaceman, not a rockhound; he wasn't used to this environment, and if", "qualified as engineer, astronaut, pilot, and any other of the thousand\n professions which have run into one. They registered articles and shook\n hands on it. \"Call me Bo. It really is my name ... Swedish.\"", "he didn't grate on Bo, they had been partners for several years now.", "Born, spewed out of an iron womb into a hollowness of stars and cold,\n to lie on naked rock while the enemy hunted him. Bo shuddered and\n wanted to scream again.", "and spent his time while waiting for Bo in swapping dirty limericks\n with the tech. He had some good ones.", "Bo clamped his teeth together, as if he would grip consciousness in\n his jaws. His hands felt cold and heavy, the hands of a stranger, as", "Bo chuckled. The Company consisted of (a) the\nSirius\n; (b) her crew,", "Bo didn't care the first day. He had taken Johnny out to Helmet Hill\n and laid him in the barren ground to wait, unchanging now, till", "\"We're both lucky, I guess.\" Lundgard chuckled. His English had only\n the slightest trace of accent, less than Bo's. \"I thought I was stashed\n here too for the next several months.\"", "\"Because I am one at heart. Look, Bo, why don't you get over that\n inferiority complex of yours? A man can't run a spaceship without", "Bo's mind wavered back toward life. He opened the valves wide on his\n tanks, and his thermostatic capacitors pumped heat back into him. For", "Bo Jonsson's tongue was dry and thick in his mouth. He wanted to\n find his enemy and give up, buy existence at whatever price it would", "\"Hadn't you heard?\" asked Bo. He found it hard to believe she could\n be ignorant, here where everybody's life was known to everybody else.\n \"Johnny's dead. We can't leave.\"", "Bo had seen death before. That needle wasn't anesthetic, it was poison.\n He knelt in the riot with Johnny's body in his arms.\nII", "had been alone among them before; he had almost thought them friends.\n Sometimes, on a long watch, a man found himself talking to Vega or", "Bo kept on sipping slowly. \"Johnny,\" he said, raising his voice to cut\n through the din, \"you're an educated man. I never could figure out why\n you want to talk like a jumper.\"" ], [ "Achilles for about a year working on some special project and was now\n ready to go home.", "Bo relaxed against the thrust, thinking of Achilles falling away behind\n them. \"So long,\" he whispered. \"So long, Johnny.\"\nIII", "He woke up many hours later. Achilles ran on Earth time but did not\n rotate on it; officially, it was late at night, actually the shrunken", "Moreover, being dense clusters, they have attracted swarms of miners,\n so that Achilles among the leaders and Patroclus in the trailers have a", "Drake\nhad come to Achilles to pick up\n a cargo of refined thorium for Earth; while she lay in orbit, she had", "They pushed through a milling crowd at the bar, rockhounds who watched\n one of Achilles' three live ecdysiasts with hungry eyes, and by some", "Fire crashed at his back. Thunder and darkness exploded before him. He\n lurched forward, driven by the impact. Something was roaring, echoes", "Stillness answered him. He gulped a heavy lungful of tainted air\n and rose. The other might be miles away yet, or perhaps very close,", "might get too tired at the critical moments. Bo knew he wouldn't be\n allowed to leave Achilles without a certified partner, and unemployed\n spacemen available for immediate hiring are found once in a Venusian", "It hardly seemed to matter that the Guards office reported itself\n unable to find the murderer. A single Venusian should have been easy to\n trace on Achilles, but he seemed to have vanished completely.", "while we got it would have carried Earth and Achilles past optimum\n position, which'd make the trip home that much more expensive. Since we\n had one more man aboard than really required, it was cheaper to leave", "clamorous in his helmet. He grew dimly aware that it was himself. Then\n he was falling, whirling down into the black between the stars.", "Around him, world and stars rippled as if seen through heat, through\n fever. He hung on the edge of creation by his fingertips, while chaos\n shouted beneath.", "Slowly he groped back toward awareness. His frostbitten back tingled\n as it warmed up again, soon it would be afire. He could feel a hot", "Born, spewed out of an iron womb into a hollowness of stars and cold,\n to lie on naked rock while the enemy hunted him. Bo shuddered and\n wanted to scream again.", "There was a knife in his back, it was white-hot and twisting between\n the ribs. He stumbled over the edge of the plain and fell, waking when\n his armor bounced a little against stone.", "Breath rattled in his throat as he turned his head. There was a white\n plume standing over his shoulder, air streaming out through the hole\n and freezing its moisture. The knife in him was not hot, it was cold\n with an ultimate cold.", "He was halfway across when the bullet came. He saw no flash, heard\n no crack, but suddenly the fissured land before him exploded in a", "Redness flamed before his eyes, red like Valeria's hair blowing across\n the stars. It was sheer reflex which brought his arm around to slap the", "forth a tray with a glass. \"C'mon, drink up, man. It's a long way home,\n and we've got to fortify ourselves for the trip. A bottle, a battle," ], [ "Dog\n.\"", "Stillness answered him. He gulped a heavy lungful of tainted air\n and rose. The other might be miles away yet, or perhaps very close,", "Bo didn't care the first day. He had taken Johnny out to Helmet Hill\n and laid him in the barren ground to wait, unchanging now, till", "Breath rattled in his throat as he turned his head. There was a white\n plume standing over his shoulder, air streaming out through the hole\n and freezing its moisture. The knife in him was not hot, it was cold\n with an ultimate cold.", "He got the pouch open somehow. The stars wheeled around him. There\n were stars buzzing in his head, like cold white fireflies, buzzing and", "Fire crashed at his back. Thunder and darkness exploded before him. He\n lurched forward, driven by the impact. Something was roaring, echoes", "Bo chuckled. The Company consisted of (a) the\nSirius\n; (b) her crew,", "\"Oh ... I'm sorry. He was such a nice little man—I've been in the lab\n all the time, packing my things, and didn't know.\" A frown crossed her", "Suddenly he was zigzagging off across the plain toward the nearest\n edge. Another bullet pocked the ground near him. The sun rose, a tiny\n heatless dazzle blinding in his eyes.", "The\nSirius\nwas loaded, inspected, and cleared. A \"scooter\" brought", "and peered down the cliff, it ran for a couple of miles and beyond it\n were the deeps of space and the cold stars. He could dimly see the", "Born, spewed out of an iron womb into a hollowness of stars and cold,\n to lie on naked rock while the enemy hunted him. Bo shuddered and\n wanted to scream again.", "He turned the thought over in a mind which seemed stiff and slow. By\n crossing that little plain he was exposing himself to a shot from one", "The Great Bear slid into sight, down under the world as it turned. He\n had often stood on winter nights, back in Sweden, and seen its immense", "Slowly he groped back toward awareness. His frostbitten back tingled\n as it warmed up again, soon it would be afire. He could feel a hot", "Bo clamped his teeth together, as if he would grip consciousness in\n his jaws. His hands felt cold and heavy, the hands of a stranger, as", "a long time he lay there, only lungs and heart had motion. His throat\n felt withered and flayed, but the rasp of air through it was like being\n born again.", "The girl screamed. A man cursed and tried to follow the Venusian.\n He tangled with another. \"Get outta my way!\" A roar lifted, someone", "he jumped high he could be riddled as he fell slowly down again. Sweat\n was cold on his body. He squinted, trying to see where the shot had\n come from.", "He woke up many hours later. Achilles ran on Earth time but did not\n rotate on it; officially, it was late at night, actually the shrunken" ], [ "where Guardsmen come in trios. But Johnny Malone liked it, and talked\n Bo Jonsson into going there for a final spree before checkoff and\n departure. \"Nothing to compare,\" he insisted. \"Every place else is", "Johnny was from Luna City himself: a small, dark man with the quick\n nervous movements and dipped accent of that roaring commercial", "her, but Johnny had The Touch. He'd be bringing her back here in a few\n minutes.", "Johnny made some reply. Bo heaved up his form and strode toward the\n discussion, casually picking up anyone in the way and setting him\n aside. Johnny liked a fight, but this Venusian was big.", "Bo didn't care the first day. He had taken Johnny out to Helmet Hill\n and laid him in the barren ground to wait, unchanging now, till", "places downtown. It was hard to push through the crowd without weight\n to help, but Johnny faded along and edged up to the girl with his\n highest-powered smile. There were several other men standing around", "Johnny put away another couple of shots and rose. Alcohol cost plenty,\n but it was also more effective in low-gee. \"'Scuse me,\" he said. \"I see", "He placed his ad on the radinews circuit and then went out to get\n drunk. It was all he could do for Johnny now, drink him a final", "Bo relaxed against the thrust, thinking of Achilles falling away behind\n them. \"So long,\" he whispered. \"So long, Johnny.\"\nIII", "\"Hadn't you heard?\" asked Bo. He found it hard to believe she could\n be ignorant, here where everybody's life was known to everybody else.\n \"Johnny's dead. We can't leave.\"", "Bo kept on sipping slowly. \"Johnny,\" he said, raising his voice to cut\n through the din, \"you're an educated man. I never could figure out why\n you want to talk like a jumper.\"", "to space, Johnny was the last; from Saturn to the sun, his blood was\n strewn for nothing.", "Bo shook his head and watched his partner move off, swift in the puny\n gravity—the Last Chance didn't centrifuge like some of the tommicker", "\"Yeh ... yeh ... wish they'd spend some of it on us.\" Johnny grinned\n and fed the dispenser another coin. It muttered to itself and slid", "himself and Johnny; (c) a warehouse, berth, and three other part owners\n back in Luna City. Not exactly a tramp ship, because you can't normally", "\"I don't, Johnny,\" said Bo. \"I'll just nurse a beer.\" It wasn't morals\n so much as fastidiousness; he'd wait till they hit Luna.", "miracle found an empty booth. Bo squeezed his bulk into one side of the\n cubicle while Johnny, squinting through a reeking smoke-haze, dialed", "That was when it happened. Bo saw the little needler spit from the\n Venusian's fingers. Johnny stood there a moment, looking foolishly at", "Bo had seen death before. That needle wasn't anesthetic, it was poison.\n He knelt in the riot with Johnny's body in his arms.\nII", "command. But he couldn't do that. Even if the other man let him do it,\n which was doubtful, he couldn't. Johnny Malone was dead." ], [ "and a wench is what I need. Most especially the wench, because I don't\n think the eminent Dr. McKittrick is gonna be interested in sociability,\n and it's close quarters aboard the", "herself, Dr. McKittrick's fame had spread through more thousands of\n people and millions of miles than her professional achievements were\n ever likely to reach.", "Bo kept on sipping slowly. \"Johnny,\" he said, raising his voice to cut\n through the din, \"you're an educated man. I never could figure out why\n you want to talk like a jumper.\"", "\"Hadn't you heard?\" asked Bo. He found it hard to believe she could\n be ignorant, here where everybody's life was known to everybody else.\n \"Johnny's dead. We can't leave.\"", "Johnny was from Luna City himself: a small, dark man with the quick\n nervous movements and dipped accent of that roaring commercial", "\"I don't, Johnny,\" said Bo. \"I'll just nurse a beer.\" It wasn't morals\n so much as fastidiousness; he'd wait till they hit Luna.", "Bo sat for a moment thinking about her. Valeria McKittrick was worth\n considering. She wasn't beautiful in any conventional sense but she was", "Bo didn't care the first day. He had taken Johnny out to Helmet Hill\n and laid him in the barren ground to wait, unchanging now, till", "Bo returned to the transient quarters and dialed Valeria McKittrick.\n She looked impatiently at him out of the screen. \"Well,\" she said,\n \"what's the matter? I thought we were blasting today.\"", "where Guardsmen come in trios. But Johnny Malone liked it, and talked\n Bo Jonsson into going there for a final spree before checkoff and\n departure. \"Nothing to compare,\" he insisted. \"Every place else is", "her, but Johnny had The Touch. He'd be bringing her back here in a few\n minutes.", "command. But he couldn't do that. Even if the other man let him do it,\n which was doubtful, he couldn't. Johnny Malone was dead.", "\"Oh ... I'm sorry. He was such a nice little man—I've been in the lab\n all the time, packing my things, and didn't know.\" A frown crossed her", "Johnny made some reply. Bo heaved up his form and strode toward the\n discussion, casually picking up anyone in the way and setting him\n aside. Johnny liked a fight, but this Venusian was big.", "Johnny put away another couple of shots and rose. Alcohol cost plenty,\n but it was also more effective in low-gee. \"'Scuse me,\" he said. \"I see", "He placed his ad on the radinews circuit and then went out to get\n drunk. It was all he could do for Johnny now, drink him a final", "Judgement Day. He felt empty then, drained of grief and hope alike,\n his main thought a dull dread of having to tell Johnny's father when", "Bo relaxed against the thrust, thinking of Achilles falling away behind\n them. \"So long,\" he whispered. \"So long, Johnny.\"\nIII", "\"Yeh ... yeh ... wish they'd spend some of it on us.\" Johnny grinned\n and fed the dispenser another coin. It muttered to itself and slid", "Mozart through a horn. So what?\" Johnny's head darted around, birdlike.\n \"If we want some women we'd better make our reservations now.\"" ], [ "Bo sighed, feeling a bit lonesome. If he wasn't going to make a night\n of it, there was no point in drinking heavily. He had to make the final", "\"I don't, Johnny,\" said Bo. \"I'll just nurse a beer.\" It wasn't morals\n so much as fastidiousness; he'd wait till they hit Luna.", "Bo didn't care the first day. He had taken Johnny out to Helmet Hill\n and laid him in the barren ground to wait, unchanging now, till", "Bo had seen death before. That needle wasn't anesthetic, it was poison.\n He knelt in the riot with Johnny's body in his arms.\nII", "Bo Jonsson's tongue was dry and thick in his mouth. He wanted to\n find his enemy and give up, buy existence at whatever price it would", "\"Hadn't you heard?\" asked Bo. He found it hard to believe she could\n be ignorant, here where everybody's life was known to everybody else.\n \"Johnny's dead. We can't leave.\"", "Bo clamped his teeth together, as if he would grip consciousness in\n his jaws. His hands felt cold and heavy, the hands of a stranger, as", "Bo relaxed against the thrust, thinking of Achilles falling away behind\n them. \"So long,\" he whispered. \"So long, Johnny.\"\nIII", "Bo kept on sipping slowly. \"Johnny,\" he said, raising his voice to cut\n through the din, \"you're an educated man. I never could figure out why\n you want to talk like a jumper.\"", "forth a tray with a glass. \"C'mon, drink up, man. It's a long way home,\n and we've got to fortify ourselves for the trip. A bottle, a battle,", "Born, spewed out of an iron womb into a hollowness of stars and cold,\n to lie on naked rock while the enemy hunted him. Bo shuddered and\n wanted to scream again.", "drinks. Bo was larger and heavier than most spacemen—he'd never have\n gotten his certificate before the ion drive came in—and was usually\n content to let others talk while he listened. A placid blond giant,", "He placed his ad on the radinews circuit and then went out to get\n drunk. It was all he could do for Johnny now, drink him a final", "Let's face it\n, he told himself.\nYou're scared. You're scared\n sweatless.\nHe wondered if he had spoken it aloud.", "\"Because I am one at heart. Look, Bo, why don't you get over that\n inferiority complex of yours? A man can't run a spaceship without", "Bo's mind wavered back toward life. He opened the valves wide on his\n tanks, and his thermostatic capacitors pumped heat back into him. For", "where Guardsmen come in trios. But Johnny Malone liked it, and talked\n Bo Jonsson into going there for a final spree before checkoff and\n departure. \"Nothing to compare,\" he insisted. \"Every place else is", "Johnny put away another couple of shots and rose. Alcohol cost plenty,\n but it was also more effective in low-gee. \"'Scuse me,\" he said. \"I see", "neat even without clothes. \"Jonsson,\" said Bo. \"Sorry to get you up,\n but I understood—\"", "He turned the thought over in a mind which seemed stiff and slow. By\n crossing that little plain he was exposing himself to a shot from one" ], [ "\"We're both lucky, I guess.\" Lundgard chuckled. His English had only\n the slightest trace of accent, less than Bo's. \"I thought I was stashed\n here too for the next several months.\"", "He turned his head, feeling a great weariness, and looked at the\n gauges. This had cost him a lot of air. There was only about three\n hours worth left. Lundgard could kill him simply by waiting.", "Since coming here, on commission from the Lunar lab, to bring her\n home, Bo Jonsson had given her an occasional wistful thought. He liked", "Lundgard nodded. \"She did. It was the usual question of economics.\n You know what refined fuel water costs in the Belt; also, the delay", "maybe months,\" went on Lundgard. \"I can't see sitting on this lump that\n long without so much as a chance at planetfall bonus. If you'll take me", "while we got it would have carried Earth and Achilles past optimum\n position, which'd make the trip home that much more expensive. Since we\n had one more man aboard than really required, it was cheaper to leave", "It was a lean, muscular face under close cropped brown hair which\n appeared in the screen. Lundgard was a tall and supple man, somehow", "himself and Johnny; (c) a warehouse, berth, and three other part owners\n back in Luna City. Not exactly a tramp ship, because you can't normally", "Bo went at his share of the job doggedly, checking and re-checking\n before giving the problem to the machine; Lundgard breezed through it", "\"I don't, Johnny,\" said Bo. \"I'll just nurse a beer.\" It wasn't morals\n so much as fastidiousness; he'd wait till they hit Luna.", "He woke up many hours later. Achilles ran on Earth time but did not\n rotate on it; officially, it was late at night, actually the shrunken", "Achilles for about a year working on some special project and was now\n ready to go home.", "Bo shook his head and watched his partner move off, swift in the puny\n gravity—the Last Chance didn't centrifuge like some of the tommicker", "and made his way to the visi and dialed. The robo-clerk summoned\n Lundgard down to the desk.", "him behind; the difference in mass would make up for the fuel loss. I\n volunteered, even suggested the idea, because ... well, it happened\n during my watch, and even if nobody blamed me I couldn't help feeling", "Slowly he forced himself to move. The thrust of his foot sent him\n up, looping over the cliff to drift down like a dead leaf in Earth's", "\"Your ticket will be refunded, of course,\" said Bo heavily. \"But you\n aren't certified, and the\nSirius\nis licensed for no less than two\n operators.\"", "he reached Luna. He was too slow and clumsy with words; his comforting\n hand would only break the old man's back. Old Malone had given six sons", "Bo sighed, feeling a bit lonesome. If he wasn't going to make a night\n of it, there was no point in drinking heavily. He had to make the final", "He turned the thought over in a mind which seemed stiff and slow. By\n crossing that little plain he was exposing himself to a shot from one" ] ]

[ "What did Irgi find that could have helped his people if it weren't too late?", "What caused the plague on earth?", "Where did the spaceship land?", "What did Nichols reminisce about?", "How did Irgi feel after meeting the men?", "What did Irgi do to the men in the lab?", "Who inspired Irgi to work to help the people of earth?", "What is the most likely reason Irgi was the last of his people?" ]

[ [ "The mist and the globe of transparent metal", "Only the mist", "The mist and the blue light", "The mist and the invisible beam" ], [ "It was a microbe from space travel", "It was a form of contagious cancer", "It was caused by cosmic rays that reached earth", "It was caused by radium" ], [ "South of the rocks", "North of the desert", "East of the mountains", "West of the city" ], [ "Being with his family", "Playing baseball", "Breathing fresh air on earth", "Shooting the monster with a sun blaster" ], [ "Surprised at the way they looked", "Confused about why they were there", "Disappointed they could not speak to him through their minds", "Happy they had a disease" ], [ "Vivisected them with rays", "Prepared them for the chamber", "Burned them with fire", "Cut them with sharp lancets" ], [ "Mussdorf", "Emerson", "Nichols", "Washington" ], [ "They were killed in an invasion", "They died from a disease caused by a microbe", "They moved to another planet", "They died from cancer" ] ]

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[ [ "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.", "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", "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.", "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", "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.", "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 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", "\"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.", "Irgi drew himself upwards, slowly turning, laving in the quivering\n bands of cobalt that sped outward from the cones. He preened his body", "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 stared upward at a colossal figure graven in lucent white marble.\n He made out the letters chiseled into the base: GEORGE WASHINGTON. He", "legs, from face and chest. The growth disease! That was bad, but Irgi\n knew a way to cure it. Irgi knew a way to cure anything.", "Irgi moved across the room. He pressed glittering jewels inset in a\n control panel on the wall, one after another, in proper sequence.", "\"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,", "\"It's short-circulated their nervous systems for a while, absorbed the\n electric charges all intelligent beings cast,\" Irgi said aloud, glad at" ], [ "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", "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,", "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", "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.", "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.", "\"That fiend,\" yelled Mussdorf. \"That ten-eyed, octopus-legged,\n black-hearted spawn of a mismated monster did this to us. Damn him!", "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.", "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", "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.\"", "\"No germs. No dust. Why—that means there's no disease in this place!\n No disease.\"\n\n\n He began to laugh, then caught himself.", "Nichols screamed suddenly, his body aching.\n\n\n It woke the others. They too, bellowed and screamed and sobbed, and\n their arms and legs writhed like wild things in a trap.", "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 others crowded about him, looking out. Here the green was more\n vivid, intense. They could feel its surging power tingling on their", "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", "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", "contagious to a certain extent. The alarm spread. Men who voyaged in\n space were segregated, but the damage had been done.", "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.", "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 spaceship settled down on the white flagging of an immense square.\n The green beam was gone, suddenly. The uncanny silence of the place\n pressed in on them.", "It was a spaceship.\nEmerson took his hands from the controls of the gigantic ship that", "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", "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", "\"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.", "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.", "The thing dropped the Earthmen suddenly; its legs gathered beneath it\n and launched it full at Emerson. Caught off guard, the Earthman lifted", "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.", "buildings were great fields of metal painted a dull luster, where\n queerly wrought flying ships landed and took off.", "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", "They had been slow, lumbering vessels, those first spaceships; not at\n all like the sleek craft that plied the voids today. But it had been a", "skins. Beneath them, the jagged peak of the mountain almost grazed the\n hull. Spread out under their eyes was the panorama of a dead planet.", "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", "\"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.\"", "door. He threw it open, and clean air, and faint tendrils of whitish\n mist came swirling into the ship.", "The rustle ceased. The silence hung eerily in the ship. The men looked\n at one another, curious; somehow, a little nervous.", "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", "beginning. And no one had thought anything of it when Quigg, who had\n made the first flight through space, died of cancer.", "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,", "floor of black rock, the spacecraft bounced once, twice; then lay still." ], [ "Nichols took a deep breath and his boyish face split with a grin.", "\"It's empty,\" said Nichols heavily. \"Deserted.\"", "Nichols bit his lips, and thought of Marge and the kids; Gunn licked\n his lips with a dry tongue and kept looking at Emerson.", "Nichols twisted chrome wheels, staring at a red line that wavered on a\n plastic screen, then straightened abruptly, rigid.", "\"A city,\" yelled Nichols, \"the place is inhabited. Thank God, thank\n God—\"\n\n\n Mussdorf erupted laughter.", "\"There it is, Karl,\" said Nichols. \"Start hoping.\"\n\n\n Mussdorf scowled darkly, and spat.", "\"Hey,\" yelled Nichols excitedly. \"It's pure. I mean actually pure. No\n germs. No dust. Just clean air!\"\n\n\n Emerson leaped to his side, staring, frowning.", "\"Maybe—maybe he's vivisecting us,\" moaned Nichols. \"With rays or—or\n something—aagh! I can't stand it!\"", "\"Maybe somebody trying to speak to us,\" stated Nichols.\n\n\n The whispers grew louder and harsher. Angry.", "Nichols screamed suddenly, his body aching.\n\n\n It woke the others. They too, bellowed and screamed and sobbed, and\n their arms and legs writhed like wild things in a trap.", "swinging a bat and whistling. You felt good. You were young. Young! I\n feel like that now.\"", "\"Think it's safe to go out?\" asked Nichols.\n\n\n \"Try the atmospheric recorder,\" said Emerson. \"If the air's okay, I'd\n like to stretch my own legs.\"", "Emerson, while its other arms stabbed out at Gunn and Nichols, catching\n them up and shaking them as a terrier shakes a rat.", "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", "\"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.\"", "He swung through the trap and out of sight. They heard him running\n below; heard the slam of opened doors, the withdrawal of the guns. They\n could imagine him belting them about his waist.", "\"You know, it's funny—but I feel great. Huh, I must've sweated all the\n aches out of me. Here, Gunn—you first.\"", "\"Hell!\" exploded Mussdorf. \"I might have known it. Not a trace.\"\n\n\n Emerson touched his forearm gently, and shuddered.", "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", "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." ], [ "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", "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", "Urg and set them up. Irgi enjoyed beauty, and he enjoyed work. It was\n the combination of both that kept him sane.", "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", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nIrgi was the last of his race. There was no one else, now; there had", "\"It's short-circulated their nervous systems for a while, absorbed the\n electric charges all intelligent beings cast,\" Irgi said aloud, glad at", "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.", "A picture quivered on the screen; grew nebulous, then cleared. Irgi\n found himself staring at a city far vaster than Urg. Grim white", "\"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.", "In the doorway, Irgi paused and ran his eyes about the chamber, sighing.", "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 moved across the room. He pressed glittering jewels inset in a\n control panel on the wall, one after another, in proper sequence.", "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 stared upward at a colossal figure graven in lucent white marble.\n He made out the letters chiseled into the base: GEORGE WASHINGTON. He", "He had been glad to find these creatures. They were someone to\n converse with after centuries of loneliness. But as he approached them", "Turning, he saw the figures of the four men stiffen to rigidity as a\n red aura drifted upward from the tabletop, passing through them as if", "Irgi was immortal, and the blue light made him so.", "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.", "\"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.\"" ], [ "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 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", "Irgi moved across the room. He pressed glittering jewels inset in a\n control panel on the wall, one after another, in proper sequence.", "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 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", "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 unfastened clamps, and rolled the screen aside. He reached to a\n series of black knobs inset in the wall, and turned them carefully.", "Urg and set them up. Irgi enjoyed beauty, and he enjoyed work. It was\n the combination of both that kept him sane.", "Irgi was immortal, and the blue light made him so.", "\"It's short-circulated their nervous systems for a while, absorbed the\n electric charges all intelligent beings cast,\" Irgi said aloud, glad at", "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.", "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", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nIrgi was the last of his race. There was no one else, now; there had", "\"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.", "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.", "In the doorway, Irgi paused and ran his eyes about the chamber, sighing.", "Only Irgi, alone.", "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", "clinging shelter, destroying dust and germs. Irgi had discovered the\n mist many years ago, when it was too late to save his kind.", "legs, from face and chest. The growth disease! That was bad, but Irgi\n knew a way to cure it. Irgi knew a way to cure anything." ], [ "Urg and set them up. Irgi enjoyed beauty, and he enjoyed work. It was\n the combination of both that kept him sane.", "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 U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nIrgi was the last of his race. There was no one else, now; there had", "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 was immortal, and the blue light made him so.", "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.", "A picture quivered on the screen; grew nebulous, then cleared. Irgi\n found himself staring at a city far vaster than Urg. Grim white", "\"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", "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 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", "clinging shelter, destroying dust and germs. Irgi had discovered the\n mist many years ago, when it was too late to save his kind.", "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", "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", "\"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,", "Irgi moved across the room. He pressed glittering jewels inset in a\n control panel on the wall, one after another, in proper sequence.", "\"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", "electrigraph screen. That should be absorbing. It made Irgi happy,\n reflecting upon it, and Irgi had not known happiness for a long time.", "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." ], [ "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nIrgi was the last of his race. There was no one else, now; there had", "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.", "Only Irgi, alone.", "clinging shelter, destroying dust and germs. Irgi had discovered the\n mist many years ago, when it was too late to save his kind.", "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", "Irgi was immortal, and the blue light made him so.", "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", "\"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,", "\"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.", "Urg and set them up. Irgi enjoyed beauty, and he enjoyed work. It was\n the combination of both that kept him sane.", "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", "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.", "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", "\"It's short-circulated their nervous systems for a while, absorbed the\n electric charges all intelligent beings cast,\" Irgi said aloud, glad at", "nor to the Chamber of the Cones, nor even—at times—to Irgi himself.\"", "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.", "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 stared upward at a colossal figure graven in lucent white marble.\n He made out the letters chiseled into the base: GEORGE WASHINGTON. He" ] ]

[ "What does the author say about correlating athletic ability with race?", "When does the author think we will have an Olympics in which no new records are set?", "What is not listed as a trend in human development?", "What is one of the main reasons the top athletes are so superior now?", "How does improved medical care impact athletic ability?", "Which factor is not listed as being related to the large pool of good athletes?", "Why do the British win fewer medals than they used to?", "The author believes that athletic ability changes over time mainly due to:", "The author believes that innovations in athletic training have the most impact on:" ]

[ [ "There is a correlation because more Africans win track events", "It is possible to test for a correlation even though one has not yet been proven", "There is a correlation because Asians are not as good at sports", "The ability is most likely due to environment and training rather than race" ], [ "Never", "At some point in the far future", "Within 20 years", "Within 40 years" ], [ "People go through puberty at an earlier age", "People eat healthier", "People live longer", "People are taller" ], [ "It's genetic", "There are more healthy people to choose from", "There is a racial correlation", "People have easier lives now" ], [ "Only directly", "Only indirectly", "It's impossible to determine", "Directly and indirectly" ], [ "The large population of the earth", "The post-colonial era", "The population as a whole is more literate", "The expanding middle class worldwide" ], [ "Due to the effects of World War I", "Due to the post-colonial era", "Due to other countries being better able to compete now", "Due to less focus on athletics in their country" ], [ "Top athletes having fewer children", "Innate factors", "Environment", "Natural selection and genetics" ], [ "Multiple generations of humans over time", "One generation of humans", "An athlete from a developed nation", "A single individual" ] ]

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[ "How did Ninon’s travel companion fare?", "How did Ninon remain so youthful into her 50s on Earth?", "How did Robert react to Ninon’s plan?", "How long was the spaceship in flight for in Earth years?", "How did Ninon think she could achieve eternal youth?", "Had any other civilization discussed in the story discovered space travel?", "Why did Robert want to go to space?", "How many times did the spaceship travel faster than the speed of light during their flight?" ]

[ [ "He died from the forces of light speed travel", "He became more youthful until a baby and then ceased to exist", "He was reduced to particles", "He landed with Ninon" ], [ "She had access to other space technologies to keep her youthful from blackmailing the Commander", "She was not youthful on Earth", "She painstakingly disciplined herself to keep wrinkles from forming", "She had travelled at light speed once before with Robert’s dad" ], [ "He was delighted to have her as a companion because he loved her", "He was shocked that she had masterminded a way onto the flight", "He was shocked to realize she had training to fly in space", "He was not surprised, as he had suspected her for some time" ], [ "Unknown", "10 years", "1 year", "100 years" ], [ "She believed one flight was enough to make her youth eternal upon returning to Earth", "She believed that returning to Earth many, many years in the future there would be technologies to make humans live forever", "Eternal youth was what she believed she would achieve in death", "Once traveling faster than light was possible, she thought she might continually do this to remain young" ], [ "No, only Earth", "There was one other civilization that Earth knew had space travel", "Space travel was known to exist in several other galaxies", "Other spaceships were seen on the flight, suggesting yes" ], [ "He wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps and fly to space like him", "He needed to escape his life on Earth", "He was after eternal youth himself", "We don’t know for sure from the story" ], [ "Thrice", "They never reached this speed", "Twice", "Once" ] ]

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[ [ "For that Ninon could have killed him. As he turned to leave, her hand\n sought the tiny, feather-light beta-gun cunningly concealed in the folds\n of her gown. But the driving force of her desire made her stay her hand.", "But no matter—she was still Ninon. She was young and beautiful. And\n wherever she landed there would be excitement and rushing about as she\n told her story. And men would flock to her. Young, handsome men!", "Ninon felt again for her beta-gun as he stared at her for a long minute,\n his gaze a curious mixture of amusement and pity. Then, \"Come on,\" he", "Ninon slapped him.", "Ninon stretched. And purred, almost. There was something lazily catlike\n in her flexing; languid, yet ferally alert. The silken softness of her", "\"Yes, Ninon.... Oh, yes.\"\n\n\n \"Not yet, darling.\" Again her hands were between them. \"First, tell me\n about the flight tomorrow.\"", "This time Ninon permitted herself a wrinkling smile. If she was right,\n and she knew she was, it could make no difference now. There would be no", "The young man's words seemed to imply a secret knowledge that Ninon did\n not possess. A sudden chill of apprehension rippled through her, and", "\"And I'm going with you,\" Ninon said.", "Ninon let her gray-green eyes narrow ever so slightly as she leaned away\n from him. But he blundered on.", "A young man stood there. Young, handsome, strong, his eyes aglow with\n the desire he felt, Ninon knew, when he saw her. He took one quick step\n forward to clasp her in his strong young arms.", "that Ninon permitted. She ran her fingers through the young spaceman's\n tousled hair and shook him gently.", "Again Ninon let him feel just a hint of resistance, and risked a tiny\n pout. \"If you could just take me with you, Robert....\"", "Again his arms went around her and he leaned closer.\n\n\n \"Wait!\" Ninon said, pushing him back.", "Ninon watched him with envious eyes, waiting until he was fully alert.\n\n\n \"Robert!\" she said, and the youth paused at the sharpness of her voice.\n \"How old are you?\"", "\"Ninon, my darling,\" he whispered huskily.", "\"I knew it ... I knew it! Already I feel much younger. Don't you feel it\n too?\"\n\n\n He did not answer, and Ninon kept on talking. \"How long have we been\n going, Robert?\"", "Ninon snatched out the little beta-gun, then, leveled it and fired. And\n watched without remorse as the hungry electrons streamed forth to strike", "discharged their energy and ceased to sparkle, leaving only a thin film\n of dust over all.\nAfter a while Ninon got up again from the sling and made her way to the", "Ninon!" ], [ "the cloth of years that would engarment her eternal youth. Ninon knew\n how.", "Ninon felt her face go white and stiff with rage. \"What do you mean?\"\n\n\n Robert said, coldly brutal, \"You're looking your age, Ninon. Every year\n of your fifty-two!\"", "Ninon rushed on. She had studied that book carefully. \"And if people\n travel faster than light, a lot faster, they'll grow younger, won't\n they?\"", "But no matter—she was still Ninon. She was young and beautiful. And\n wherever she landed there would be excitement and rushing about as she\n told her story. And men would flock to her. Young, handsome men!", "Ninon watched him with envious eyes, waiting until he was fully alert.\n\n\n \"Robert!\" she said, and the youth paused at the sharpness of her voice.\n \"How old are you?\"", "chuckled. \"The way you said it, Ninon, almost had me believing you. You\n can't possibly be that old, or anywhere near it. You're joking.\"", "Ninon wanted to smile. But smiles made wrinkles, too. She was content to\n feel that sureness of power in her grasp—the certain knowledge that", "For that Ninon could have killed him. As he turned to leave, her hand\n sought the tiny, feather-light beta-gun cunningly concealed in the folds\n of her gown. But the driving force of her desire made her stay her hand.", "\"I knew it ... I knew it! Already I feel much younger. Don't you feel it\n too?\"\n\n\n He did not answer, and Ninon kept on talking. \"How long have we been\n going, Robert?\"", "\"Ninon,\" he said, \"you are so beautiful. Let me look at you for a long\n time—to carry your image with me through all of time and space.\"", "Ninon's voice was cold. She repeated it: \"I am fifty-two years old. I\n knew your father, before you were born.\"", "\"... or very old, no longer the Ninon I know ... oh, all right. But you\n know all this already. We've had space flight for years, but only", "A young man stood there. Young, handsome, strong, his eyes aglow with\n the desire he felt, Ninon knew, when he saw her. He took one quick step\n forward to clasp her in his strong young arms.", "This time Ninon permitted herself a wrinkling smile. If she was right,\n and she knew she was, it could make no difference now. There would be no", "Ninon did not have to make her voice throaty any more, and that annoyed\n her too. Once she had had to do it deliberately. But now, through the\n years, it had deepened.", "that Ninon permitted. She ran her fingers through the young spaceman's\n tousled hair and shook him gently.", "Ninon stretched. And purred, almost. There was something lazily catlike\n in her flexing; languid, yet ferally alert. The silken softness of her", "\"Yes, Ninon.... Oh, yes.\"\n\n\n \"Not yet, darling.\" Again her hands were between them. \"First, tell me\n about the flight tomorrow.\"", "discharged their energy and ceased to sparkle, leaving only a thin film\n of dust over all.\nAfter a while Ninon got up again from the sling and made her way to the", "The young man's words seemed to imply a secret knowledge that Ninon did\n not possess. A sudden chill of apprehension rippled through her, and" ], [ "Again Ninon let him feel just a hint of resistance, and risked a tiny\n pout. \"If you could just take me with you, Robert....\"", "Ninon watched him with envious eyes, waiting until he was fully alert.\n\n\n \"Robert!\" she said, and the youth paused at the sharpness of her voice.\n \"How old are you?\"", "\"Will it work?\" Ninon could not keep the avid greediness out of her\n voice.\n\n\n Robert said, hesitantly, \"We think it will. I'll know better by this\n time tomorrow.\"", "Robert leaned forward and buried his face in the silvery-blonde hair\n which swept down over Ninon's shoulders.\n\n\n \"Don't say it, darling,\" he murmured.", "For that Ninon could have killed him. As he turned to leave, her hand\n sought the tiny, feather-light beta-gun cunningly concealed in the folds\n of her gown. But the driving force of her desire made her stay her hand.", "Again his arms went around her and he leaned closer.\n\n\n \"Wait!\" Ninon said, pushing him back.", "The door chimes tinkled intimately. Ninon glanced at her watch—Robert\n was on time. She arose from the couch, made sure that the light was", "This time Ninon permitted herself a wrinkling smile. If she was right,\n and she knew she was, it could make no difference now. There would be no", "\"Yes, Ninon.... Oh, yes.\"\n\n\n \"Not yet, darling.\" Again her hands were between them. \"First, tell me\n about the flight tomorrow.\"", "Ninon felt her face go white and stiff with rage. \"What do you mean?\"\n\n\n Robert said, coldly brutal, \"You're looking your age, Ninon. Every year\n of your fifty-two!\"", "\"I knew it ... I knew it! Already I feel much younger. Don't you feel it\n too?\"\n\n\n He did not answer, and Ninon kept on talking. \"How long have we been\n going, Robert?\"", "Ninon felt again for her beta-gun as he stared at her for a long minute,\n his gaze a curious mixture of amusement and pity. Then, \"Come on,\" he", "A young man stood there. Young, handsome, strong, his eyes aglow with\n the desire he felt, Ninon knew, when he saw her. He took one quick step\n forward to clasp her in his strong young arms.", "The young man's words seemed to imply a secret knowledge that Ninon did\n not possess. A sudden chill of apprehension rippled through her, and", "This brought him fully awake. \"I'm sorry, Ninon. You can't!\" He sat up\n and yawned, stretched, the healthy stretch of resilient youth. Then he\n reached for the jacket he had tossed over on a chair.", "\"Ninon, my darling,\" he whispered huskily.", "on the wall revealed behind them. And there, in life and movement and\n color and sound and dimension, she—and Robert—projected themselves,\n together on the couch, beginning at the moment Ninon had pressed the", "Ninon let her gray-green eyes narrow ever so slightly as she leaned away\n from him. But he blundered on.", "The young spaceman's face was white and stricken as he stared for long\n moments, wordless, at Ninon. Then in defeated tones he said, \"You\n scheming witch! What do you want?\"", "that Ninon permitted. She ran her fingers through the young spaceman's\n tousled hair and shook him gently." ], [ "wheel about through space, and she knew that the ship had reached the\n halfway point and was turning to speed back through space to Earth,\n uncounted light-years behind them—or before them. And she would still", "\"How fast are we going?\" she asked; and her voice was rusty and harsh.\n\n\n \"Barely crawling, astronomically,\" he said shortly. \"About forty-six\n thousand miles a minute.\"", "The light drive cut off, and the great ship slowly decelerated as it\n found its way back into the galaxy from which it had started. Found its", "frown again. And after a few years she could make the trip again ... and\n again....\nThe space ship stood on fiery tiptoes and leaped from Earth, high into", "She watched through the ports. The motionless, silent stars were moving\n now, coming toward them, faster and faster, as the ship swept out of the\n galaxy, shooting into her face like blazing pebbles from a giant\n slingshot.", "when they would land back on Earth and she could step out in all the\n springy vitality of a girl of twenty. And then as she watched through\n the ingenious ports she saw the stars of the far galaxies beginning to", "faster we don't know yet. I'll start finding out tomorrow, with the\n first test flight of the ship in which the new drive is installed. If it\n works, the universe is ours—we can go anywhere.\"", "The young spaceman swivelled about in his seat. He looked haggard and\n drawn from the strain of the long acceleration. Despite herself, Ninon", "\"... or very old, no longer the Ninon I know ... oh, all right. But you\n know all this already. We've had space flight for years, but only", "\"The ship is from Maris, the red planet,\" someone said.\nAnd another: \"No, no! It is not of this system. See how the hull is\n pitted—it has traveled from afar.\"", "\"We must hurry,\" she said breathlessly. \"We can get to the spaceship\n ahead of schedule, before your flight partner arrives, and be gone from\n Earth before anyone knows what is happening. I'll be with you, in his\n place.\"", "distance from it, waiting until they could come closer and greet the\n brave passengers who had voyaged through space from no one knew where.\nThere was shouting and laughing and talking, and much speculation.", "of space. She shuddered, and knew without asking that these were stars\n dropping behind at a rate greater than light speed.", "Joints creaking, muscles protesting, Ninon pushed herself up and out of\n the sling against the artificial gravity of the ship. Robert was already\n seated at the controls.", "He said, \"The ship is on automatic control throughout. The course is\n plotted in advance; all operations are plotted. There is nothing we can\n do but wait. The light drive will cut in at the planned time.\"", "\"Now how fast are we going?\" she asked. She was sure that her voice was\n stronger; that strength was flowing back into her muscles and bones.\n\n\n \"Nearly twice light speed.\"", "lady, lying dead ... and alone. She must have fared long and far to have\n lived so long, to be so old in death. Space travel must be pleasant,", "said flatly, turning to lead the way to the gleaming space ship which\n poised, towering like a spire, in the center of the blast-off basin. And", "Again the young spaceman hesitated. \"We ... we don't know, yet. We think\n that time won't have the same meaning to everyone....\"\n\n\n \"... When you travel faster than light. Is that it?\"", "The yammering rockets cut off, and the ship seemed to poise on the ebon\n lip of a vast Stygian abyss." ], [ "the cloth of years that would engarment her eternal youth. Ninon knew\n how.", "Ninon rushed on. She had studied that book carefully. \"And if people\n travel faster than light, a lot faster, they'll grow younger, won't\n they?\"", "Ninon wanted to smile. But smiles made wrinkles, too. She was content to\n feel that sureness of power in her grasp—the certain knowledge that", "Ninon felt her face go white and stiff with rage. \"What do you mean?\"\n\n\n Robert said, coldly brutal, \"You're looking your age, Ninon. Every year\n of your fifty-two!\"", "But no matter—she was still Ninon. She was young and beautiful. And\n wherever she landed there would be excitement and rushing about as she\n told her story. And men would flock to her. Young, handsome men!", "For that Ninon could have killed him. As he turned to leave, her hand\n sought the tiny, feather-light beta-gun cunningly concealed in the folds\n of her gown. But the driving force of her desire made her stay her hand.", "This time Ninon permitted herself a wrinkling smile. If she was right,\n and she knew she was, it could make no difference now. There would be no", "Ninon watched him with envious eyes, waiting until he was fully alert.\n\n\n \"Robert!\" she said, and the youth paused at the sharpness of her voice.\n \"How old are you?\"", "chuckled. \"The way you said it, Ninon, almost had me believing you. You\n can't possibly be that old, or anywhere near it. You're joking.\"", "\"I knew it ... I knew it! Already I feel much younger. Don't you feel it\n too?\"\n\n\n He did not answer, and Ninon kept on talking. \"How long have we been\n going, Robert?\"", "\"Ninon,\" he said, \"you are so beautiful. Let me look at you for a long\n time—to carry your image with me through all of time and space.\"", "The young man's words seemed to imply a secret knowledge that Ninon did\n not possess. A sudden chill of apprehension rippled through her, and", "A young man stood there. Young, handsome, strong, his eyes aglow with\n the desire he felt, Ninon knew, when he saw her. He took one quick step\n forward to clasp her in his strong young arms.", "Ninon did not have to make her voice throaty any more, and that annoyed\n her too. Once she had had to do it deliberately. But now, through the\n years, it had deepened.", "Ninon's voice was cold. She repeated it: \"I am fifty-two years old. I\n knew your father, before you were born.\"", "\"Will it work?\" Ninon could not keep the avid greediness out of her\n voice.\n\n\n Robert said, hesitantly, \"We think it will. I'll know better by this\n time tomorrow.\"", "destroyed them, one way or another, cleverly or ruthlessly as\n circumstances demanded. Time, too, could be destroyed. Or enslaved.\n Ninon sorted through her meagre store of remembered reading. Some old", "Ninon stretched. And purred, almost. There was something lazily catlike\n in her flexing; languid, yet ferally alert. The silken softness of her", "\"Yes, Ninon.... Oh, yes.\"\n\n\n \"Not yet, darling.\" Again her hands were between them. \"First, tell me\n about the flight tomorrow.\"", "knew—youth. Her lost youth, coming back, to be spent all over again.\n How wonderful! No woman in all of time and history had ever done it. She" ], [ "\"The ship is from Maris, the red planet,\" someone said.\nAnd another: \"No, no! It is not of this system. See how the hull is\n pitted—it has traveled from afar.\"", "Then an engineer ventured close, and said, \"The workmanship is similar\n to that in the space ship we are building, yet not the same. It is\n obviously not of our Aerth.\"", "distance from it, waiting until they could come closer and greet the\n brave passengers who had voyaged through space from no one knew where.\nThere was shouting and laughing and talking, and much speculation.", "\"... or very old, no longer the Ninon I know ... oh, all right. But you\n know all this already. We've had space flight for years, but only", "And a savant said, \"Yes, not of this Aerth. But perhaps it is from a\n parallel time stream, where there is a system with planets and peoples\n like us.\"", "other.\nShe said, \"I wonder, Robin, what it would be like to travel through far\n space on such a ship as that.\"", "lady, lying dead ... and alone. She must have fared long and far to have\n lived so long, to be so old in death. Space travel must be pleasant,", "of space. She shuddered, and knew without asking that these were stars\n dropping behind at a rate greater than light speed.", "She watched through the ports. The motionless, silent stars were moving\n now, coming toward them, faster and faster, as the ship swept out of the\n galaxy, shooting into her face like blazing pebbles from a giant\n slingshot.", "wheel about through space, and she knew that the ship had reached the\n halfway point and was turning to speed back through space to Earth,\n uncounted light-years behind them—or before them. And she would still", "The light drive cut off, and the great ship slowly decelerated as it\n found its way back into the galaxy from which it had started. Found its", "faster we don't know yet. I'll start finding out tomorrow, with the\n first test flight of the ship in which the new drive is installed. If it\n works, the universe is ours—we can go anywhere.\"", "Ninon rushed on. She had studied that book carefully. \"And if people\n travel faster than light, a lot faster, they'll grow younger, won't\n they?\"", "the heavens, and out and away. Past rusted Mars. Past the busy\n asteroids. Past the sleeping giants, Jupiter and Saturn. Past pale", "when they would land back on Earth and she could step out in all the\n springy vitality of a girl of twenty. And then as she watched through\n the ingenious ports she saw the stars of the far galaxies beginning to", "frown again. And after a few years she could make the trip again ... and\n again....\nThe space ship stood on fiery tiptoes and leaped from Earth, high into", "Again the young spaceman hesitated. \"We ... we don't know, yet. We think\n that time won't have the same meaning to everyone....\"\n\n\n \"... When you travel faster than light. Is that it?\"", "The answer was curtly cautious. \"It might appear to.\"\n\n\n \"Then if people travel at the speed of light they won't get any older?\"", "\"How fast are we going?\" she asked; and her voice was rusty and harsh.\n\n\n \"Barely crawling, astronomically,\" he said shortly. \"About forty-six\n thousand miles a minute.\"", "But Saturn had no rings. Here was change. She puzzled over it a moment,\n frowning then forgot it when she recognized Jupiter again as Saturn fell\n behind. Next would be Mars...." ], [ "She noted, approvingly, that Robert was in his spaceman's uniform, ready\n for the morrow's flight, as he went past her to the couch. She pushed", "Robert said, \"So that's what's in your mind.\" He busied himself with\n parking the car at the spaceport, then went on: \"You want to go back in", "Robert's face clouded. \"If I only could!\" he said wistfully. \"If there\n were only room. But this is an experimental flight—no more than two can\n go.\"", "Robert did not offer to help her into the car, but got in first and\n waited until she closed the door behind her, then sped away from the\n curb and through the streets to the spaceport.", "Robert was gone—there would be many young men, men her own age, when\n she got back to Earth. And that would be soon. She must rest more, and\n be ready.", "one could live in reverse. So when we get old we'll go out in space,\n very, very fast, and we'll grow young again, together!\"", "\"How fast are we going?\" she asked; and her voice was rusty and harsh.\n\n\n \"Barely crawling, astronomically,\" he said shortly. \"About forty-six\n thousand miles a minute.\"", "The young spaceman's eyes were puzzled, hurt. \"But Ninon, I've told you\n before ... there is so much of you that I want to remember ... so little\n time left ... and you'll be gone when I get back....\"", "The young spaceman swivelled about in his seat. He looked haggard and\n drawn from the strain of the long acceleration. Despite herself, Ninon", "Joints creaking, muscles protesting, Ninon pushed herself up and out of\n the sling against the artificial gravity of the ship. Robert was already\n seated at the controls.", "Robert flicked a curious glance at her. \"If you could watch them from\n Earth they appear not to. But it's a matter of relativity....\"", "when they would land back on Earth and she could step out in all the\n springy vitality of a girl of twenty. And then as she watched through\n the ingenious ports she saw the stars of the far galaxies beginning to", "other.\nShe said, \"I wonder, Robin, what it would be like to travel through far\n space on such a ship as that.\"", "She made her voice light and gay. \"Are we not going very, very fast,\n now, Robert?\"\n\n\n He answered without turning. \"Yes. Many times the speed of light.\"", "\"It's time to go, Robert,\" she said.\n\n\n Robert fought back from the stubborn grasp of sleep. \"So soon?\" he\n mumbled.", "To Robert, she said, \"I think Commander Pritchard would be here in five\n minutes if I called and told him that I have information which seriously\n affects the success of the flight.\"", "\"We must hurry,\" she said breathlessly. \"We can get to the spaceship\n ahead of schedule, before your flight partner arrives, and be gone from\n Earth before anyone knows what is happening. I'll be with you, in his\n place.\"", "The young spaceman's face was white and stricken as he stared for long\n moments, wordless, at Ninon. Then in defeated tones he said, \"You\n scheming witch! What do you want?\"", "\"Wait? Wait for what?\" Robert glanced at his watch. \"Time is running\n out. I have to be at the spaceport by dawn—three hours from now.\"\n\n\n Ninon said, \"But that's three hours, Robert.\"", "frown again. And after a few years she could make the trip again ... and\n again....\nThe space ship stood on fiery tiptoes and leaped from Earth, high into" ], [ "She made her voice light and gay. \"Are we not going very, very fast,\n now, Robert?\"\n\n\n He answered without turning. \"Yes. Many times the speed of light.\"", "wheel about through space, and she knew that the ship had reached the\n halfway point and was turning to speed back through space to Earth,\n uncounted light-years behind them—or before them. And she would still", "faster we don't know yet. I'll start finding out tomorrow, with the\n first test flight of the ship in which the new drive is installed. If it\n works, the universe is ours—we can go anywhere.\"", "of space. She shuddered, and knew without asking that these were stars\n dropping behind at a rate greater than light speed.", "\"Now how fast are we going?\" she asked. She was sure that her voice was\n stronger; that strength was flowing back into her muscles and bones.\n\n\n \"Nearly twice light speed.\"", "\"How fast are we going?\" she asked; and her voice was rusty and harsh.\n\n\n \"Barely crawling, astronomically,\" he said shortly. \"About forty-six\n thousand miles a minute.\"", "The light drive cut off, and the great ship slowly decelerated as it\n found its way back into the galaxy from which it had started. Found its", "She watched through the ports. The motionless, silent stars were moving\n now, coming toward them, faster and faster, as the ship swept out of the\n galaxy, shooting into her face like blazing pebbles from a giant\n slingshot.", "Again the young spaceman hesitated. \"We ... we don't know, yet. We think\n that time won't have the same meaning to everyone....\"\n\n\n \"... When you travel faster than light. Is that it?\"", "frown again. And after a few years she could make the trip again ... and\n again....\nThe space ship stood on fiery tiptoes and leaped from Earth, high into", "The answer was curtly cautious. \"It might appear to.\"\n\n\n \"Then if people travel at the speed of light they won't get any older?\"", "Ninon rushed on. She had studied that book carefully. \"And if people\n travel faster than light, a lot faster, they'll grow younger, won't\n they?\"", "She asked, \"How fast are we going now?\"\n\n\n Robert's voice sounded far off as he replied, \"We are approaching the\n speed of light.\"", "He said, \"The ship is on automatic control throughout. The course is\n plotted in advance; all operations are plotted. There is nothing we can\n do but wait. The light drive will cut in at the planned time.\"", "rocket-powered, restricting us to our own system. Now we have a new kind\n of drive. Theoretically we can travel faster than light—how many times", "\"We must hurry,\" she said breathlessly. \"We can get to the spaceship\n ahead of schedule, before your flight partner arrives, and be gone from\n Earth before anyone knows what is happening. I'll be with you, in his\n place.\"", "when they would land back on Earth and she could step out in all the\n springy vitality of a girl of twenty. And then as she watched through\n the ingenious ports she saw the stars of the far galaxies beginning to", "He slipped an arm around her. \"Of course. You know, Nina, our\n scientists say that if one could travel faster than the speed of light", "up still more, till it could no longer be felt. But Ninon, as she\n stumbled back into the acceleration sling, sick and shaken, knew it was\n still there. The light drive!", "The young man said gruffly, \"Roughly so, according to theory.\"\n\n\n \"And if the clock went away from Earth faster than the speed of light,\n wouldn't it run backwards?\"" ] ]

[ "Why did Syme accept the mission with Tate?", "Why was Tate likely dejected to learn the truth about Kal-Jmar from the Martian?", "What did Syme intend to do when he returned to Earth?", "What is the relationship like between Syme and Tate?", "How was it that Syme was able to best one of the Martians and escape?", "How do the Martians detect Syme and Tate on the surface?", "What was one of the special properties of Kal-Jmar?", "How do Martians communicate among themselves?", "Which planets have living populations on them from descriptions in the story?", "How did Syme know the target he was following at the start of the story?" ]

[ [ "He needed a way back to Earth", "He felt he would collect a reward along the way", "He respected Tate", "He had no plan for his life, so he jumped on the adventure" ], [ "He learned Kal-Jmar didn’t contain secrets and treasures", "He learned the creatures of Kal-Jmar would kill him instantly", "He learned Kal-Jmar was a fictional place", "He was told the Kal-Jmar dome sensed Earthling DNA and would explode his body on entry" ], [ "Unknown", "Reunite with his family", "Exact revenge", "Exploit the atmosphere catalyst the Martians invented" ], [ "They were friendly outlaws escaping the law together", "Syme was intrigued by Tate’s mission and joined on", "Tate came to Mars in search of Syme because of his reputation", "Syme knew of Tate and used him for his ticket back to Earth" ], [ "Element of surprise", "It was Tate who actually bested the Martian", "Syme had the more powerful weapon", "His reinforcements arrived" ], [ "They have radar on the surface of Mars", "They patrol on foot", "It’s not revealed how they detect them", "They can sense rumbling from their underground caves" ], [ "A different species of Martian lives there", "It had an atmosphere", "It was a gas planet", "Earthlings that spoke terrestrial lived there" ], [ "Complicated Martian language that Earthlings can’t decipher", "Mind reading", "They speak Terrestrial language", "Hand signals" ], [ "Mars, Venus, Earth", "Mars, Earth", "Mars, Venus", "Earth, Kal-Jmar, Venus" ], [ "The target once arrested Snyme", "He did not know him", "He was hired to kill him by another outlaw", "They had once worked together on a pillaging mission" ] ]

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[ [ "Harold Tate told him, and later, when Syme had taken him to his rooms,\n he showed him what was in his little black suitcase. Syme had been", "\"Come on,\" Syme said grimly. He rose and reached for a pressure suit,\n and Tate followed him.", "\"So you think they might attack us?\" Tate asked again, nervously.\n\n\n \"They\nmight\ndo anything,\" Syme said curtly. \"Don't worry about it.\"", "\"Yeah,\" said Syme, and opened the door. The air in the car\nwhooshed\ninto the near-vacuum outside, and he and Tate stepped out.", "Syme's smile was not tigerish now; it was carefully, studiedly mild.\n For Tate was no longer drunk, and it was important that it should not\n occur to him that he had been indiscreet.", "\"I thought you said they didn't speak Terrestrial,\" Tate said. Syme\n ignored him.\n\n\n \"We had our reasons for not doing so,\" the Martian said.", "\"Never mind that,\" Syme broke in impatiently. \"What do you want with\n us?\"", "Syme was cursing slowly and steadily with a deep, seething anger. Tate\n said, \"I guess we walk from here on.\" Then he looked up again and", "Wordlessly, the man clasped thin fingers around his wrist. The other\n pulled, with much puffing and panting, and with his help Syme managed\n to get a leg over the edge and hoist his trembling body to safety.", "Syme snapped to attention, every nerve tingling. An indefinable sense,\n a hunch that had served him well before, told him that something big", "was expressionless, but Syme sensed that he was amused. \"Yes, you're\n right,\" he said. \"The language you and your fellows struggled to learn", "\"I'm not hurt,\" Syme said. He grinned, his white teeth flashing in his\n dark, lean face. \"Thanks for giving me a hand.\"", "Syme stopped cursing and watched tensely. Tate said nothing, but he\n swallowed audibly.", "Still silently, Syme refilled his oxygen tank, watched Tate do the\n same, and then picked up two spare tanks and the precious black", "Syme looked at him casually, without a flicker of expression, and\n started to walk on, but the other stepped into his path. He was quite", "It was a weird situation, Syme thought. His mind was racing, but as yet\n he could see no way out. He began to wonder, if he did, could he keep", "\"Will you tell us why?\" Tate asked.\n\n\n \"You were brought here for that purpose. It is part of our conception\n of justice. I will tell you and your—friend—anything you wish to\n know.\"", "was coming—something that promised adventure and loot for Syme Rector.\n \"Why?\" he asked softly. \"Why to Kal-Jmar?\"", "\"You scared hell out of me,\" said the man. \"I heard a thud. I\n thought—you'd gone over.\" He looked at Syme questioningly.", "Syme turned the little sand car up a gentle rise towards the tortuous\n hill country in the distance. \"Not only that,\" he continued. \"They" ], [ "\"And yet,\" Tate mused, \"you are being destroyed by contact with\n an—inferior—culture.\"\n\n\n \"We hope to win yet,\" the Martian said.", "Tate looked interested. \"But why this—this gigantic masquerade?\"\n\n\n \"You had nothing to give us,\" the Martian said simply.", "The Martian lowered his head. \"That is for unborn generations.\" He\n looked at Tate again and aimed the energy gun. \"You are a brave man,\"\n he said. \"I am sorry.\"", "Kal-Jmar Martians, I mean? I'd dearly love to know the answer to that\n one.\"", "\"I thought you said they didn't speak Terrestrial,\" Tate said. Syme\n ignored him.\n\n\n \"We had our reasons for not doing so,\" the Martian said.", "\"I wanta go to Kal-Jmar,\" said Tate.", "\"Will you tell us why?\" Tate asked.\n\n\n \"You were brought here for that purpose. It is part of our conception\n of justice. I will tell you and your—friend—anything you wish to\n know.\"", "Only then did he turn, to see Tate flattened against the wall behind\n him, his hands empty at his sides. \"I'm sorry,\" Tate said miserably. \"I", "right; it was big.\nKal-Jmar was the riddle of the Solar System. It was the only remaining\n city of the ancient Martian race—the race that, legends said, had", "the present decadent Martian race, or a different species. No one knew\n anything about them or about Kal-Jmar.", "\"There are many secrets in Kal-Jmar,\" the Martian said, \"among them a\n very simple catalyzing agent which could within fifty years transform\n Mars to a planet with Terrestrially-thick atmosphere.\"", "the Martians from knowing about it? Then he realized that the Martian\n must have received that thought, too, and he was enraged. He stood,\n holding himself in check with an effort.", "He sighed deeply. He spread his gloved hands before him and looked\n at them with a queer intentness. \"Well—how about the Martians—the", "Tate frowned, then flushed. \"You mean you avoided revealing yourselves\n because you—had nothing to gain from mental intercourse with us?\"\n\n\n \"Yes.\"\n\n\n Tate thought again. \"But—\"", "The Martian looked at him appraisingly. \"You already suspect.\n Unfortunately, you must die.\"", "\"My God!\" he said. \"What are those?\"\n\n\n Syme looked. \"Those,\" he said bitterly, \"are Martians.\"", "One Martian, who looked exactly like all the rest, stepped forward and\n motioned unmistakably for the two to come out. He waited a moment and", "And so he had made his first trip to Mars, and within twenty-four\n hours, by the blindest of chances, blurted out his secret to Syme", "him exploded. Too swiftly for his intention to be telegraphed, before\n he knew himself what he meant to do, he hurled himself bodily into the\n Martian.", "\"No,\" the Martian interrupted him, \"revealing the extent of our\n civilization would have spared us nothing at your people's hands. Yours" ], [ "And so he had made his first trip to Mars, and within twenty-four\n hours, by the blindest of chances, blurted out his secret to Syme", "Syme murmured something and turned away, feeling the spaceman's eyes\n on the small of his back until he turned the corner. At the next", "Syme snapped to attention, every nerve tingling. An indefinable sense,\n a hunch that had served him well before, told him that something big", "\"Yeah,\" said Syme, and opened the door. The air in the car\nwhooshed\ninto the near-vacuum outside, and he and Tate stepped out.", "It was a weird situation, Syme thought. His mind was racing, but as yet\n he could see no way out. He began to wonder, if he did, could he keep", "Wordlessly, the man clasped thin fingers around his wrist. The other\n pulled, with much puffing and panting, and with his help Syme managed\n to get a leg over the edge and hoist his trembling body to safety.", "\"I thought you said they didn't speak Terrestrial,\" Tate said. Syme\n ignored him.\n\n\n \"We had our reasons for not doing so,\" the Martian said.", "Syme looked at him casually, without a flicker of expression, and\n started to walk on, but the other stepped into his path. He was quite", "The reaction swung Syme against the building again, and he almost\n lost his slippery hold on the balustrade. After a moment he heard the\n spaceman's body strike with a squashy thud, somewhere below.", "\"You scared hell out of me,\" said the man. \"I heard a thud. I\n thought—you'd gone over.\" He looked at Syme questioningly.", "\"I'm not hurt,\" Syme said. He grinned, his white teeth flashing in his\n dark, lean face. \"Thanks for giving me a hand.\"", "Syme glared at him and spat, too enraged to think of diplomacy. He\n turned and strode out of the cavern, carrying his right leg stiffly,\n but with his feral, tigerish head held high.", "was expressionless, but Syme sensed that he was amused. \"Yes, you're\n right,\" he said. \"The language you and your fellows struggled to learn", "Syme jumped to his feet and faced his enemies, snarling like the\n trapped tiger he was. Another ray slashed at him, and he bent lithely", "\"Never mind that,\" Syme broke in impatiently. \"What do you want with\n us?\"", "\"So you think they might attack us?\" Tate asked again, nervously.\n\n\n \"They\nmight\ndo anything,\" Syme said curtly. \"Don't worry about it.\"", "\"Come on,\" Syme said grimly. He rose and reached for a pressure suit,\n and Tate followed him.", "Syme turned the little sand car up a gentle rise towards the tortuous\n hill country in the distance. \"Not only that,\" he continued. \"They", "\"My God!\" he said. \"What are those?\"\n\n\n Syme looked. \"Those,\" he said bitterly, \"are Martians.\"", "was coming—something that promised adventure and loot for Syme Rector.\n \"Why?\" he asked softly. \"Why to Kal-Jmar?\"" ], [ "Harold Tate told him, and later, when Syme had taken him to his rooms,\n he showed him what was in his little black suitcase. Syme had been", "\"So you think they might attack us?\" Tate asked again, nervously.\n\n\n \"They\nmight\ndo anything,\" Syme said curtly. \"Don't worry about it.\"", "Syme's smile was not tigerish now; it was carefully, studiedly mild.\n For Tate was no longer drunk, and it was important that it should not\n occur to him that he had been indiscreet.", "\"Yeah,\" said Syme, and opened the door. The air in the car\nwhooshed\ninto the near-vacuum outside, and he and Tate stepped out.", "Syme stopped cursing and watched tensely. Tate said nothing, but he\n swallowed audibly.", "Syme was cursing slowly and steadily with a deep, seething anger. Tate\n said, \"I guess we walk from here on.\" Then he looked up again and", "\"Come on,\" Syme said grimly. He rose and reached for a pressure suit,\n and Tate followed him.", "\"I'm not hurt,\" Syme said. He grinned, his white teeth flashing in his\n dark, lean face. \"Thanks for giving me a hand.\"", "Syme looked at him casually, without a flicker of expression, and\n started to walk on, but the other stepped into his path. He was quite", "was expressionless, but Syme sensed that he was amused. \"Yes, you're\n right,\" he said. \"The language you and your fellows struggled to learn", "Wordlessly, the man clasped thin fingers around his wrist. The other\n pulled, with much puffing and panting, and with his help Syme managed\n to get a leg over the edge and hoist his trembling body to safety.", "Syme jumped to his feet and faced his enemies, snarling like the\n trapped tiger he was. Another ray slashed at him, and he bent lithely", "Still silently, Syme refilled his oxygen tank, watched Tate do the\n same, and then picked up two spare tanks and the precious black", "\"Are you all right?\"\nSyme looked at the man, nursing the tortured muscles of his arms. His", "Syme snapped to attention, every nerve tingling. An indefinable sense,\n a hunch that had served him well before, told him that something big", "\"Never mind that,\" Syme broke in impatiently. \"What do you want with\n us?\"", "\"I thought you said they didn't speak Terrestrial,\" Tate said. Syme\n ignored him.\n\n\n \"We had our reasons for not doing so,\" the Martian said.", "\"The game, the angle. You've been following me. Do you want trouble?\"\n\n\n \"Why, no,\" Syme told him bewilderedly. \"I haven't been following you.\n I—\"", "\"You scared hell out of me,\" said the man. \"I heard a thud. I\n thought—you'd gone over.\" He looked at Syme questioningly.", "Syme murmured something and turned away, feeling the spaceman's eyes\n on the small of his back until he turned the corner. At the next" ], [ "It was like tangling with a draft horse. The Martian was astonishingly\n strong. Syme scrambled desperately for the gun, got it, but couldn't", "\"My God!\" he said. \"What are those?\"\n\n\n Syme looked. \"Those,\" he said bitterly, \"are Martians.\"", "And so he had made his first trip to Mars, and within twenty-four\n hours, by the blindest of chances, blurted out his secret to Syme", "Wordlessly, the man clasped thin fingers around his wrist. The other\n pulled, with much puffing and panting, and with his help Syme managed\n to get a leg over the edge and hoist his trembling body to safety.", "Syme saw all his hopes of treasure and glory go glimmering down the\n sights of the Martian's Benson gun, and suddenly the pent-up rage in", "air. He opened his mouth to shout, and brought up his arm in a swift,\n instinctive gesture. But the blow never landed. Syme's pistol spat its", "The reaction swung Syme against the building again, and he almost\n lost his slippery hold on the balustrade. After a moment he heard the\n spaceman's body strike with a squashy thud, somewhere below.", "Syme jumped to his feet and faced his enemies, snarling like the\n trapped tiger he was. Another ray slashed at him, and he bent lithely", "It was over in a minute. The boy whirled as he came up, warned by\n some slight sound, or by the breath of Syme's passage in the still", "Syme noticed that the other Martians had retired to the farther side of\n the cavern. Some were munching the glowing fungus. That left only the", "him exploded. Too swiftly for his intention to be telegraphed, before\n he knew himself what he meant to do, he hurled himself bodily into the\n Martian.", "Syme snapped to attention, every nerve tingling. An indefinable sense,\n a hunch that had served him well before, told him that something big", "It was a weird situation, Syme thought. His mind was racing, but as yet\n he could see no way out. He began to wonder, if he did, could he keep", "\"I'm not hurt,\" Syme said. He grinned, his white teeth flashing in his\n dark, lean face. \"Thanks for giving me a hand.\"", "He put everything he had into one mighty, murderous effort. Every\n muscle fiber in his superbly trained body crackled and surged with\n power. He roared his fury. And the gun twisted out of the Martian's\n iron grip!", "\"I thought you said they didn't speak Terrestrial,\" Tate said. Syme\n ignored him.\n\n\n \"We had our reasons for not doing so,\" the Martian said.", "platform, and took the elevator. As soon as his car was out of sight in\n the transparent tube, Syme followed. He put a half-credit slug into the", "\"Yes, there is air here,\" said the Martian leader, startlingly. \"Not\n enough for your use, however, so do not open your helmets.\"\n\n\n Syme swore amazedly.", "\"Yeah,\" said Syme, and opened the door. The air in the car\nwhooshed\ninto the near-vacuum outside, and he and Tate stepped out.", "\"You scared hell out of me,\" said the man. \"I heard a thud. I\n thought—you'd gone over.\" He looked at Syme questioningly." ], [ "\"My God!\" he said. \"What are those?\"\n\n\n Syme looked. \"Those,\" he said bitterly, \"are Martians.\"", "\"I thought you said they didn't speak Terrestrial,\" Tate said. Syme\n ignored him.\n\n\n \"We had our reasons for not doing so,\" the Martian said.", "And so he had made his first trip to Mars, and within twenty-four\n hours, by the blindest of chances, blurted out his secret to Syme", "\"Yeah,\" said Syme, and opened the door. The air in the car\nwhooshed\ninto the near-vacuum outside, and he and Tate stepped out.", "as it defied explosives and diamond drills. The field extended both\n above and below the ground, and tunneling was of no avail. No one knew\n what had happened to the Martians, whether they were the ancestors of", "One Martian, who looked exactly like all the rest, stepped forward and\n motioned unmistakably for the two to come out. He waited a moment and", "\"Yes, there is air here,\" said the Martian leader, startlingly. \"Not\n enough for your use, however, so do not open your helmets.\"\n\n\n Syme swore amazedly.", "Syme noticed that the other Martians had retired to the farther side of\n the cavern. Some were munching the glowing fungus. That left only the", "the Martians from knowing about it? Then he realized that the Martian\n must have received that thought, too, and he was enraged. He stood,\n holding himself in check with an effort.", "\"So you think they might attack us?\" Tate asked again, nervously.\n\n\n \"They\nmight\ndo anything,\" Syme said curtly. \"Don't worry about it.\"", "Syme saw all his hopes of treasure and glory go glimmering down the\n sights of the Martian's Benson gun, and suddenly the pent-up rage in", "He sighed deeply. He spread his gloved hands before him and looked\n at them with a queer intentness. \"Well—how about the Martians—the", "Syme snapped to attention, every nerve tingling. An indefinable sense,\n a hunch that had served him well before, told him that something big", "It was like tangling with a draft horse. The Martian was astonishingly\n strong. Syme scrambled desperately for the gun, got it, but couldn't", "Tate looked interested. \"But why this—this gigantic masquerade?\"\n\n\n \"You had nothing to give us,\" the Martian said simply.", "Still silently, Syme refilled his oxygen tank, watched Tate do the\n same, and then picked up two spare tanks and the precious black", "The Martian leader looked at them enigmatically, then turned and\n started off. The other natives closed in on them, and they all bounded\n along under the weak gravity.", "\"Come on,\" Syme said grimly. He rose and reached for a pressure suit,\n and Tate followed him.", "him exploded. Too swiftly for his intention to be telegraphed, before\n he knew himself what he meant to do, he hurled himself bodily into the\n Martian.", "\"There's air here,\" he said to Tate. \"I can see dust motes in it.\" He\n switched his helmet microphone from radio over to the audio membrane" ], [ "in properties to the Kal-Jmar dome; and what is more, he had found a\n force that would break it down.", "Kal-Jmar Martians, I mean? I'd dearly love to know the answer to that\n one.\"", "For Kal-Jmar's dome was not the thing of steelite that protected\n Lillis: it was a tenuous, globular field of force that defied analysis", "Kal-Jmar—a city of untold wealth, and of\n\n robots that made desires instant commands.\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "right; it was big.\nKal-Jmar was the riddle of the Solar System. It was the only remaining\n city of the ancient Martian race—the race that, legends said, had", "the present decadent Martian race, or a different species. No one knew\n anything about them or about Kal-Jmar.", "\"There are many secrets in Kal-Jmar,\" the Martian said, \"among them a\n very simple catalyzing agent which could within fifty years transform\n Mars to a planet with Terrestrially-thick atmosphere.\"", "into cities like Kal-Jmar; our ancestors chose to adapt their bodies to\n the new conditions. Thus the race split. Their answer to the problem\n was an evasion; they remained static. Our answer was the true one, for", "was coming—something that promised adventure and loot for Syme Rector.\n \"Why?\" he asked softly. \"Why to Kal-Jmar?\"", "Doorway to Kal-Jmar\nBy Stuart Fleming\nTwo men had died before Syme Rector's guns\n\n to give him the key to the ancient city of", "\"I wanta go to Kal-Jmar,\" said Tate.", "One Martian, who looked exactly like all the rest, stepped forward and\n motioned unmistakably for the two to come out. He waited a moment and", "He put everything he had into one mighty, murderous effort. Every\n muscle fiber in his superbly trained body crackled and surged with\n power. He roared his fury. And the gun twisted out of the Martian's\n iron grip!", "The Martian leader looked at them enigmatically, then turned and\n started off. The other natives closed in on them, and they all bounded\n along under the weak gravity.", "It was like tangling with a draft horse. The Martian was astonishingly\n strong. Syme scrambled desperately for the gun, got it, but couldn't", "tear it out of the Martian's fingers. And all the time he could almost\n feel the Martian's telepathic call for help surging out. He heard the\n swift pad of his followers coming across the cavern.", "He sighed deeply. He spread his gloved hands before him and looked\n at them with a queer intentness. \"Well—how about the Martians—the", "him exploded. Too swiftly for his intention to be telegraphed, before\n he knew himself what he meant to do, he hurled himself bodily into the\n Martian.", "He clubbed the prostrate leader with it instantly, then reversed the\n weapon and snapped a shot at the nearest Martian. The creature dropped\n his lance and fell without a sound.", "on the outside of the helmet. \"\nKalis methra\n,\" he began haltingly,\n \"\nseltin guna getal.\n\"" ], [ "\"I thought you said they didn't speak Terrestrial,\" Tate said. Syme\n ignored him.\n\n\n \"We had our reasons for not doing so,\" the Martian said.", "One Martian, who looked exactly like all the rest, stepped forward and\n motioned unmistakably for the two to come out. He waited a moment and", "The Martian leader looked at them enigmatically, then turned and\n started off. The other natives closed in on them, and they all bounded\n along under the weak gravity.", "the Martians from knowing about it? Then he realized that the Martian\n must have received that thought, too, and he was enraged. He stood,\n holding himself in check with an effort.", "\"We are telepaths, of course. On a planet which is nearly airless on\n its surface, we have to be. A tendency of the Terrestrial mind is to", "\"My God!\" he said. \"What are those?\"\n\n\n Syme looked. \"Those,\" he said bitterly, \"are Martians.\"", "Kal-Jmar Martians, I mean? I'd dearly love to know the answer to that\n one.\"", "He sighed deeply. He spread his gloved hands before him and looked\n at them with a queer intentness. \"Well—how about the Martians—the", "\"Yes, there is air here,\" said the Martian leader, startlingly. \"Not\n enough for your use, however, so do not open your helmets.\"\n\n\n Syme swore amazedly.", "him exploded. Too swiftly for his intention to be telegraphed, before\n he knew himself what he meant to do, he hurled himself bodily into the\n Martian.", "tear it out of the Martian's fingers. And all the time he could almost\n feel the Martian's telepathic call for help surging out. He heard the\n swift pad of his followers coming across the cavern.", "He clubbed the prostrate leader with it instantly, then reversed the\n weapon and snapped a shot at the nearest Martian. The creature dropped\n his lance and fell without a sound.", "The natives, like all Martian fauna, were multi-legged. Also like all\n Martian fauna, they moved so fast that you couldn't see how many legs", "\"There are many secrets in Kal-Jmar,\" the Martian said, \"among them a\n very simple catalyzing agent which could within fifty years transform\n Mars to a planet with Terrestrially-thick atmosphere.\"", "\"And yet,\" Tate mused, \"you are being destroyed by contact with\n an—inferior—culture.\"\n\n\n \"We hope to win yet,\" the Martian said.", "as it defied explosives and diamond drills. The field extended both\n above and below the ground, and tunneling was of no avail. No one knew\n what had happened to the Martians, whether they were the ancestors of", "xopite. They seem intelligent enough—in their own way—but they never\n come near our cities and they either can't or won't learn Terrestrial.\n When the first colonists came here, they had to learn", "\"No,\" the Martian interrupted him, \"revealing the extent of our\n civilization would have spared us nothing at your people's hands. Yours", "Tate looked interested. \"But why this—this gigantic masquerade?\"\n\n\n \"You had nothing to give us,\" the Martian said simply.", "And so he had made his first trip to Mars, and within twenty-four\n hours, by the blindest of chances, blurted out his secret to Syme" ], [ "The Martian leader looked at them enigmatically, then turned and\n started off. The other natives closed in on them, and they all bounded\n along under the weak gravity.", "\"Several thousand years ago Mars' loss of atmosphere began to make\n itself felt. There were two ways out. Some chose to seal themselves", "\"We are telepaths, of course. On a planet which is nearly airless on\n its surface, we have to be. A tendency of the Terrestrial mind is to", "risen to greater heights than any other Solar culture. The machines,\n the artifacts, the records of the Martians were all there, perfectly\n preserved inside the city's bubble-like dome, after God knew how many", "The natives, like all Martian fauna, were multi-legged. Also like all\n Martian fauna, they moved so fast that you couldn't see how many legs", "\"There are many secrets in Kal-Jmar,\" the Martian said, \"among them a\n very simple catalyzing agent which could within fifty years transform\n Mars to a planet with Terrestrially-thick atmosphere.\"", "\"My God!\" he said. \"What are those?\"\n\n\n Syme looked. \"Those,\" he said bitterly, \"are Martians.\"", "right; it was big.\nKal-Jmar was the riddle of the Solar System. It was the only remaining\n city of the ancient Martian race—the race that, legends said, had", "xopite. They seem intelligent enough—in their own way—but they never\n come near our cities and they either can't or won't learn Terrestrial.\n When the first colonists came here, they had to learn", "into cities like Kal-Jmar; our ancestors chose to adapt their bodies to\n the new conditions. Thus the race split. Their answer to the problem\n was an evasion; they remained static. Our answer was the true one, for", "Kal-Jmar Martians, I mean? I'd dearly love to know the answer to that\n one.\"", "\"Sure,\" said Syme absently. Out in the center of the floor, an AG\n plate had been turned on. Five Venusian girls were diving and twisting", "the present decadent Martian race, or a different species. No one knew\n anything about them or about Kal-Jmar.", "\"I thought you said they didn't speak Terrestrial,\" Tate said. Syme\n ignored him.\n\n\n \"We had our reasons for not doing so,\" the Martian said.", "The natives slowed down and spread out to surround the wrecked sand\n car, and it could be seen that most of them were armed with spears,\n although some had the slim Benson energy guns—strictly forbidden to\n Martians.", "\"Yes, there is air here,\" said the Martian leader, startlingly. \"Not\n enough for your use, however, so do not open your helmets.\"\n\n\n Syme swore amazedly.", "we'd have all of Mars, not just the cities. Your people would die out.\n You couldn't have that, of course.\"", "One Martian, who looked exactly like all the rest, stepped forward and\n motioned unmistakably for the two to come out. He waited a moment and", "In the early days, when the conquest of Mars was just beginning, Earth\n scientists had been wild to get into the city. They had observed it", "platform, and saw the bright-blue pinpoint of Earth. The sight stirred\n a touch of nostalgia in him, as it always did, but he put it aside." ], [ "Syme snapped to attention, every nerve tingling. An indefinable sense,\n a hunch that had served him well before, told him that something big", "\"The game, the angle. You've been following me. Do you want trouble?\"\n\n\n \"Why, no,\" Syme told him bewilderedly. \"I haven't been following you.\n I—\"", "Syme looked at him casually, without a flicker of expression, and\n started to walk on, but the other stepped into his path. He was quite", "Syme murmured something and turned away, feeling the spaceman's eyes\n on the small of his back until he turned the corner. At the next", "air. He opened his mouth to shout, and brought up his arm in a swift,\n instinctive gesture. But the blow never landed. Syme's pistol spat its", "It was over in a minute. The boy whirled as he came up, warned by\n some slight sound, or by the breath of Syme's passage in the still", "Harold Tate told him, and later, when Syme had taken him to his rooms,\n he showed him what was in his little black suitcase. Syme had been", "platform, and took the elevator. As soon as his car was out of sight in\n the transparent tube, Syme followed. He put a half-credit slug into the", "was expressionless, but Syme sensed that he was amused. \"Yes, you're\n right,\" he said. \"The language you and your fellows struggled to learn", "It was a weird situation, Syme thought. His mind was racing, but as yet\n he could see no way out. He began to wonder, if he did, could he keep", "Syme stooped over him swiftly, found a thick wallet and thrust it into\n his pocket without a second glance. Then he raised the body in his arms\n and thrust it over the parapet.", "Syme jumped to his feet and faced his enemies, snarling like the\n trapped tiger he was. Another ray slashed at him, and he bent lithely", "\"I'm not hurt,\" Syme said. He grinned, his white teeth flashing in his\n dark, lean face. \"Thanks for giving me a hand.\"", "Wordlessly, the man clasped thin fingers around his wrist. The other\n pulled, with much puffing and panting, and with his help Syme managed\n to get a leg over the edge and hoist his trembling body to safety.", "\"You scared hell out of me,\" said the man. \"I heard a thud. I\n thought—you'd gone over.\" He looked at Syme questioningly.", "And so he had made his first trip to Mars, and within twenty-four\n hours, by the blindest of chances, blurted out his secret to Syme", "It fell, and in the same instant Syme felt a violent tug at his wrist.\n Before he could move to stop himself, he was over the edge. Too late,", "It was risky, but there was no other way. The signatures, the data,\n even the photograph on the card could be forged once Syme got his hands", "They got off at the amusement level, three tiers down, and found a\n cafe around the corner. Syme wasn't worried about the man he had just", "Syme turned the little sand car up a gentle rise towards the tortuous\n hill country in the distance. \"Not only that,\" he continued. \"They" ] ]

[ "What does the author describe to be a confusing element of the debate on the kin-selection genetic principle?", "How does the author compare the importance of genetic relationship and bonding?", "What argument does the author make about why modern humans are genetically selfish?", "What is the author’s thesis?", "What weight does the author give to the importance of kin-selection earlier in human evolution?", "Who are genetically considered “kin”?", "According to the author, how has the importance of kin-selection changed over human evolution?", "What is revealed about the credentials of the author through the piece?", "How does the author layer ethics into the discussion of kinship?", "Does the author argue that ethics or kinship are more important to modern humans?" ]

[ [ "Traits for kinship did not persist into modern day", "Humans didn’t understand genetics in early evolution", "Humans are capable of treating anyone as kin", "Kin-selection would not have benefitted early humans" ], [ "Genetic relation and bonding are equally important to human capacity of love", "Human capacity to love depends on genetic relation", "Bonding is more important to human capacity to love than genetic relationship", "There is no relationship between bonding and capacity to love" ], [ "Supporting our immediate blood relatives doesn’t help our familial genes persist to the next generation", "Modern humans do not share most of their genes in common, making them selfish", "We fail to see that all modern humans share most of their genes in common, thus, helping any human is helping our genes pass on even if they are unrelated", "Being genetically selfish still helps altruism pass on through modern humans" ], [ "Limiting love to those you are directly genetically related to is nonsensical from both ethical and genetic selection perspectives", "Human evolution depended on naturalistic fallacy", "Limiting love to those you a genetically related to is important to modern humans", "Humans would evolve faster if kinship was universal" ], [ "Early humans had no familial bond with kin, disrupting kin-selection through human evolution", "Traits of kinship were important to familial genetics being passed on, thus kinship was also selected for in early human evolution", "Kin-selection was never all that important to human evolution because altruism would have always been in human DNA", "Traits of kinship would be detrimental to familial genetics being passed on" ], [ "Full siblings", "All humans", "Adoptive children and full siblings", "Friends" ], [ "Kin-selection is more important now than ever before", "There has been no change to the importance of kin-selection over human evolution", "Helping your kin continues to be important to pass along traits of kinship through the population as a whole", "Traits for kinship are throughout the entire human population now, thus supporting only kin is less important in the modern world for kinship to persist" ], [ "Credentials not discussed", "They are a professor of genetics", "They are a genetics enthusiast", "They are a news reporter who interviewed subject matter experts" ], [ "Humans have never considered natural behavior in animals to be unethical ", "Just because a behavior is natural to animals does not mean it is considered ethical", "Natural behaviors in the animal kingdom always lead humans to do what is ethically “good”", "The ethics discussion is unrelated to the kinship arguments" ], [ "No comparative argument is made", "The author posits that kinship and ethics are equally important", "The author posits that kinship is much more important, and natural behaviors explain the ethics", "The author posits that ethical treatment of all humans regardless of kin-status is most important" ] ]

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[ [ "As modern Darwinism gets popularized, the basic idea of kin selection is approaching the status of conventional wisdom. So are some attendant misconceptions.", "confused exaltation of genetic affinity. You see the confusion when", "\"kin- recognition mechanism\" is a doubly misleading term--first because,", "genes aren't omniscient, or even sentient. If kin-selected genes", "in writing about kin selection, often talk about full siblings", "due to the operation of \"kin selection\" during evolution. A", "genes are going to induce love of kin, they'll have", "were operating under flawed Darwinian logic. These \"selfish\" genes could", "Darwinian logic behind love of kin was so relentless that", "that kin-selected altruism is foolproof; that a gene can", "\"good\" from the standpoint of genetic self-interest. As virtually all", "thus usually succeed in being efficiently selfish. Wrong! When genes", "to moral confusion. For example, you might, after observing the", "siblings sharing \"half their genes,\" implying that nonrelatives share none.", "or nephews, impelled by \"selfishly\" altruistic genes, you were", "be \"fooled\" into encouraging altruism toward non-kin, altruism", "Still, you might argue, in defense of your genes, they", "paternal love. All brought to you by kin selection.", "whatever, have some mystical genetic affinity with their \"own\" kind", "natural selection, a process that supposedly maximizes genetic selfishness, could" ], [ "child. Because genetic relationship per se doesn't matter.", "and their child's love of them, depends not on genetic", "a stepmother). Meanwhile, Kimberly's genetic mother, having missed years", "siblings sharing \"half their genes,\" implying that nonrelatives share none.", "confused exaltation of genetic affinity. You see the confusion when", "out of your womb was reasonably strong evidence of kinship.", "an infant needn't stop the bonding process. Thus, \"kin-", "the bonding formula in men, too.) Besides, some genetic mothers", "they usually direct familial love toward genuine kin, and thus", "whatever, have some mystical genetic affinity with their \"own\" kind", "gene inclining him to love his brother and thus jump", "Bob's genes). As we've also seen, these genes can be", "nor conscious awareness of genetic relationship is a prerequisite for", "now do. So do genes for maternal love and paternal", "The Absurdity of Family Love", "genes are going to induce love of kin, they'll have", "Bob's full sibling Bill has the same gene and, thus,", "main point is that when genetic parents give up a child", "kinship. The power of the hormones that govern this bonding", "Still, you might argue, in defense of your genes, they" ], [ "thus usually succeed in being efficiently selfish. Wrong! When genes", "be efficiently selfish. 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[ "Of the following options, which best describes Evelyn Kane?", "Does the story have a good ending?", "Which of the following best describes the tone of the story?", "Of the following situations, what was the toughest for Evelyn to handle?", "Why was it so difficult for Evelyn to kill the prisoner?", "Do you think it would be fun to live in the universe in which this story takes place?", "Of the characters the reader sees directly in the story, how many would the reader consider to be \"honorable?\"", "Why don't we see Evelyn interact with more of her people?", "Of the following options, who would most likely enjoy this story and why?" ]

[ [ "competent and brave", "generous and funny", "selfless and pretty", "careful and considerate" ], [ "Unclear, the story ends as Evelyn enters a dangerous situation", "Yes, Evelyn successfully infiltrates the enemy's ranks", "Unclear, Evelyn will likely succeed but the ending fails to confirm this", "No, Evelyn gets caught" ], [ "Humorous", "Intense", "Hopeful", "Calm" ], [ "Having to kill the soldier", "Having to trick the administrator", "Having to shoot the prisoner", "Having to dance for her boss" ], [ "He's one of her people and she has lingering loyalty", "She wants him to escape but can't let him", "He's her uncle", "He's her father" ], [ "No, the universe has fairly limited economic opportunities and prospects", "Yes, most of the individuals Evelyn interacts with are kindhearted", "Yes, the spaceships and universe are expansive and filled with opportunities", "No, the parts of the universe Evelyn interacts with have a decent amount of hazards and danger" ], [ "Two", "Three", "Zero", "One" ], [ "Most of them are live prisoners", "Most of them escaped to another galaxy", "Most of them were killed", "Most of them don't want to get involved with her adventure" ], [ "Readers of war and espionage novels, because of the elements of deceit in the story", "Mystery fans, because the story unravels slowly and answers questions along the way", "Sci-fi nerds, because of the battleship and space components of the story", "Romance fans, because of her relationship with her superior" ] ]

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[ [ "Evelyn Kane felt a horrid chill creeping over her. The man's hair was\n white, now, and his proud face lined with deep furrows, but there could\n be no mistake. It was Gordon, Lord Kane.", "Evelyn Kane awoke, breathing slowly and painfully. The top of the\n cubicle was bulging inward on her chest, and it seemed likely that a", "Evelyn Kane smiled gently at the impotent, inwardly raging inquisitor.\n She took the paper, folded it, and placed it in a pocket in her blouse.\n \"Call the guards,\" she ordered.", "The inquisitor leaned forward, frowning at the girl before him.\n\n\n \"Name?\"\n\n\n \"Evelyn Kane.\"", "and unconscious superiority. To Evelyn the jeweled fingers bespoke an\n unnatural contrast to the past history of the man and were symptomatic\n of a personality that could find stimulation only in strange and cruel", "Evelyn Kane crossed her arms across her chest and felt her broken rib\n gingerly. The inquisitor stared up at her in sadistic admiration. He", "Evelyn cleared her throat, averted her eyes, and with some effort,\n managed a delicate flush. \"I meant to say, I thought I would be happier\n working for—working here. So I asked for a transfer.\"", "Evelyn studied the trio with growing wonder. The old man and the boy\n were complete strangers.\nBut the woman—!", "Gordon, Lord Kane, frowned faintly, then closed his eyes. She raised\n the gun again, drew cross hairs with a nerveless wrist, and squeezed", "\"Odd scent,\" corrected Evelyn cryptically. She was thinking about\n the earnest faces of the mentors as they instructed her carefully in", "somewhere. Evelyn made the rhythm part of her as she swayed slowly on\n tiptoe.", "Evelyn's hands knotted unconsciously. She forced her body to relax, but\n her mind was racing. This introduced another variable to be controlled\n in her plan for destruction. She\nmust\nmake it a known quantity.", "In the anteroom a grey cat looked her over curiously, and Evelyn\n frowned. She might have to get rid of the cat if she stayed here. Under\n certain circumstances the animal could prove her deadliest enemy.", "Evelyn turned in profile to the beam-gun and stretched luxuriously,\n hoping that her grimace of pain could not be detected. With", "The man leaning on the balustrade turned and looked at Evelyn, at first\n with amused contempt, then with narrowing, questioning eyes.\n\n\n \"Come here,\" he ordered.", "of metal wire, which Evelyn recognized as being feed for an amateur\n stereop projector. He placed the reel in a projector that had been", "would have to be something personal. She looked at the false black in\n his eyebrows and sideburns, and the artificial way in which he had\n combed hair over his bald spot. She crossed her knees slowly, ignoring", "Hips dipping, Evelyn sauntered into the shattered copse. The man moved\n faster, though still trying to approach quietly. Most of the radions in", "Evelyn was extremely careful with her mental probe as she descended\n from the transport. The Occupational Commandant would undoubtedly\n be high-born and telepathic. He must not have occasion to suspect a", "chances were only fifty-fifty that she could delude him for any length\n of time if he became interested in her. He must be avoided if at all\n possible. It should not be too difficult. He undoubtedly had a dozen" ], [ "But life, now doled out by the second, was too delicious to abandon\n immediately. Her mind, like that of a drowning person, raced hungrily\n over the memories of her past.", "She fought for her life under that mile-high ceiling.\nBreathing deeply from her mental effort, the woman stepped from\n behind a great black tree trunk and hurried to the unconscious man.", "Apparently he suspected nothing.\nFather. Father. I had to do it. But we'll all join you, soon. Soon.\nIII", "would certainly be on hand for the execution. His anticipation was cut\n short with a horrible realization. Under the paralyzing force of a mind\n greater than his own, he reached beneath the desk and switched off the", "She nodded dumbly. Her palm was so wet that a drop of sweat dropped\n from it to the floor. She was thinking hard. She could kill the", "His fine tired eyes had studied her face in enigmatic appraisal. \"Then\n die usefully. The mentors are trying to develop a force that will", "S'ria Gorph beamed. \"Splendid. But the occupation isn't over, yet,\n you know. There'll be hard work here for several weeks yet, before we", "Evelyn cleared her throat, averted her eyes, and with some effort,\n managed a delicate flush. \"I meant to say, I thought I would be happier\n working for—working here. So I asked for a transfer.\"", "the mile-high ceiling had been destroyed, and the light was poor. He\n was not surprised when he lost track of his quarry. He tip-toed rapidly\n onward, picking his way through the charred and fallen branches,", "\"You are right,\" he said coldly, still staring into the court below.\n \"Now that the long battle is over, there is little left to divert me.\"", "he bled to death, she slipped deftly into the baggy suit, clasped the\n beam gun by the handle, and started up the sooty slope. For a time, at", "\"But you must expect to die,\" her father had warned with gentle\n finality.\n\n\n She clenched her fingernails vehemently into her palms and wrenched\n herself back to the present.", "So that was it. Buy her freedom by betraying fugitive Terrans. Well, he\n could take the information and then kill her. He nodded curtly to the", "With a forefinger he lifted up the mass of golden curls that hung\n over her right forehead and examined the scar hidden there, where the", "Suddenly the center of the room was bright with a ball of light some\n two feet in diameter, and inside the luminous sphere were an old man, a", "For the last thirty \"nights\"—the hours allotted to rest and sleep—it\n had been thus. By \"day\" she probed furtively into the minds of the", "Should he shoot immediately, or should he capture her? It had been two\n months since he had seen a woman. But then, his orders were to shoot.\n Yes, he would shoot.", "seen. It was gaunt and leathery, and a deep thin scar lifted the corner\n of his mouth into a satanic smile. A faint paunch was gathering at his", "With some effort she worked herself out of the crumpled bed and lay on\n the floor of her little cubicle, panting and holding her chest with", "\"There's an off-chance you may survive,\" countered a mentor. \"We're\n also working on a means for your escape—not only because you are" ], [ "seen. It was gaunt and leathery, and a deep thin scar lifted the corner\n of his mouth into a satanic smile. A faint paunch was gathering at his", "would have to be something personal. She looked at the false black in\n his eyebrows and sideburns, and the artificial way in which he had\n combed hair over his bald spot. She crossed her knees slowly, ignoring", "and unconscious superiority. To Evelyn the jeweled fingers bespoke an\n unnatural contrast to the past history of the man and were symptomatic\n of a personality that could find stimulation only in strange and cruel", "For the last thirty \"nights\"—the hours allotted to rest and sleep—it\n had been thus. By \"day\" she probed furtively into the minds of the", "feel the eyes of the men and women on her back. She noticed then that\n the Faeg had ceased firing.\nHer heart was beating faster as she walked down the hall. She felt a", "As she left, she heard all sound in the room stop. The transcribing and\n calculating machines trailed off into a watchful silence, and she could", "Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that\n\n the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nAt first there was only the voice, a monotonous murmur in her ears.", "the mile-high ceiling had been destroyed, and the light was poor. He\n was not surprised when he lost track of his quarry. He tip-toed rapidly\n onward, picking his way through the charred and fallen branches,", "would certainly be on hand for the execution. His anticipation was cut\n short with a horrible realization. Under the paralyzing force of a mind\n greater than his own, he reached beneath the desk and switched off the", "A dream of a big, kind, dark-haired man with laugh-wrinkles about his\n eyes, who sat her on his knee when she was a little girl and read", "\"He said, 'Your widow and son send greetings. Be of good cheer, and\n accept our love.' What nonsense! He knows very well I'm not married and", "to her feet. The air was thin indeed, and frigid. She turned the valve\n of her portable oxygen bottle almost subconsciously, while exploring\n the surrounding blackened forest as far as she could see. Mentally she", "But life, now doled out by the second, was too delicious to abandon\n immediately. Her mind, like that of a drowning person, raced hungrily\n over the memories of her past.", "Still prone, she found the first-aid kit and taped her chest expertly.\n The cold was beginning to make itself felt, so she flicked on the", "She fought for her life under that mile-high ceiling.\nBreathing deeply from her mental effort, the woman stepped from\n behind a great black tree trunk and hurried to the unconscious man.", "thinking that she must turn up again soon. He had not gone twenty yards\n in this manner when a howl of unbearable fury sounded in his mind, and\n the dull light in his brain went out.", "With a forefinger he lifted up the mass of golden curls that hung\n over her right forehead and examined the scar hidden there, where the", "\"Odd scent,\" corrected Evelyn cryptically. She was thinking about\n the earnest faces of the mentors as they instructed her carefully in", "mentors had cut into her frontal lobe. The tiny doll they had created\n for her writhed uneasily in her waist-purse, but Perat seemed to be", "\"But you must expect to die,\" her father had warned with gentle\n finality.\n\n\n She clenched her fingernails vehemently into her palms and wrenched\n herself back to the present." ], [ "somewhere. Evelyn made the rhythm part of her as she swayed slowly on\n tiptoe.", "and unconscious superiority. To Evelyn the jeweled fingers bespoke an\n unnatural contrast to the past history of the man and were symptomatic\n of a personality that could find stimulation only in strange and cruel", "Evelyn's hands knotted unconsciously. She forced her body to relax, but\n her mind was racing. This introduced another variable to be controlled\n in her plan for destruction. She\nmust\nmake it a known quantity.", "Evelyn cleared her throat, averted her eyes, and with some effort,\n managed a delicate flush. \"I meant to say, I thought I would be happier\n working for—working here. So I asked for a transfer.\"", "Evelyn Kane awoke, breathing slowly and painfully. The top of the\n cubicle was bulging inward on her chest, and it seemed likely that a", "In the anteroom a grey cat looked her over curiously, and Evelyn\n frowned. She might have to get rid of the cat if she stayed here. Under\n certain circumstances the animal could prove her deadliest enemy.", "Evelyn turned in profile to the beam-gun and stretched luxuriously,\n hoping that her grimace of pain could not be detected. With", "Evelyn studied the trio with growing wonder. The old man and the boy\n were complete strangers.\nBut the woman—!", "\"Odd scent,\" corrected Evelyn cryptically. She was thinking about\n the earnest faces of the mentors as they instructed her carefully in", "Evelyn Kane smiled gently at the impotent, inwardly raging inquisitor.\n She took the paper, folded it, and placed it in a pocket in her blouse.\n \"Call the guards,\" she ordered.", "Evelyn Kane crossed her arms across her chest and felt her broken rib\n gingerly. The inquisitor stared up at her in sadistic admiration. He", "Hips dipping, Evelyn sauntered into the shattered copse. The man moved\n faster, though still trying to approach quietly. Most of the radions in", "For the last thirty \"nights\"—the hours allotted to rest and sleep—it\n had been thus. By \"day\" she probed furtively into the minds of the", "The inquisitor leaned forward, frowning at the girl before him.\n\n\n \"Name?\"\n\n\n \"Evelyn Kane.\"", "Evelyn Kane felt a horrid chill creeping over her. The man's hair was\n white, now, and his proud face lined with deep furrows, but there could\n be no mistake. It was Gordon, Lord Kane.", "would have to be something personal. She looked at the false black in\n his eyebrows and sideburns, and the artificial way in which he had\n combed hair over his bald spot. She crossed her knees slowly, ignoring", "But life, now doled out by the second, was too delicious to abandon\n immediately. Her mind, like that of a drowning person, raced hungrily\n over the memories of her past.", "She had analyzed the minds of the three men. She could handle the\n inquisitor alone or the two guards alone, but not all three.", "With some effort she worked herself out of the crumpled bed and lay on\n the floor of her little cubicle, panting and holding her chest with", "of metal wire, which Evelyn recognized as being feed for an amateur\n stereop projector. He placed the reel in a projector that had been" ], [ "and unconscious superiority. To Evelyn the jeweled fingers bespoke an\n unnatural contrast to the past history of the man and were symptomatic\n of a personality that could find stimulation only in strange and cruel", "Evelyn Kane awoke, breathing slowly and painfully. The top of the\n cubicle was bulging inward on her chest, and it seemed likely that a", "Evelyn Kane crossed her arms across her chest and felt her broken rib\n gingerly. The inquisitor stared up at her in sadistic admiration. He", "Evelyn Kane smiled gently at the impotent, inwardly raging inquisitor.\n She took the paper, folded it, and placed it in a pocket in her blouse.\n \"Call the guards,\" she ordered.", "Evelyn cleared her throat, averted her eyes, and with some effort,\n managed a delicate flush. \"I meant to say, I thought I would be happier\n working for—working here. So I asked for a transfer.\"", "She nodded dumbly. Her palm was so wet that a drop of sweat dropped\n from it to the floor. She was thinking hard. She could kill the", "The woman seemed lost in thought for a long time. Slowly, she lifted\n the ugly little weapon. The doomed Terran looked up at her peacefully,\n without expression. She lowered the Faeg, her arm trembling.", "In the anteroom a grey cat looked her over curiously, and Evelyn\n frowned. She might have to get rid of the cat if she stayed here. Under\n certain circumstances the animal could prove her deadliest enemy.", "Evelyn's hands knotted unconsciously. She forced her body to relax, but\n her mind was racing. This introduced another variable to be controlled\n in her plan for destruction. She\nmust\nmake it a known quantity.", "Evelyn Kane felt a horrid chill creeping over her. The man's hair was\n white, now, and his proud face lined with deep furrows, but there could\n be no mistake. It was Gordon, Lord Kane.", "Evelyn turned in profile to the beam-gun and stretched luxuriously,\n hoping that her grimace of pain could not be detected. With", "would certainly be on hand for the execution. His anticipation was cut\n short with a horrible realization. Under the paralyzing force of a mind\n greater than his own, he reached beneath the desk and switched off the", "\"It is even more stimulating to require a shuddering female to kill\n them. You are shuddering you know?\"", "An icy, amused voice came through: \"Our orders are to kill all\n prisoners. It is entertaining to shoot down helpless men, isn't it? It\n warms me to know that I am cruel and wanton, and worthy of my trust.\"", "all captured Terrans had to be killed, he hated his superiors, his own\n men, and especially the prisoners. A task so revolting he could not", "somewhere. Evelyn made the rhythm part of her as she swayed slowly on\n tiptoe.", "She caught the sound of spasmodic small-arm fire.\n\n\n \"What is that?\" she asked the transport attendant.\n\n\n \"The Commandant is shooting prisoners,\" he replied laconically.", "The woman stared frankly back at him with her clear blue eyes. The\n guards on either side of her dug their nails into her arms, as was\n their custom with recalcitrant prisoners, but she took no notice.", "Should he shoot immediately, or should he capture her? It had been two\n months since he had seen a woman. But then, his orders were to shoot.\n Yes, he would shoot.", "Gordon, Lord Kane, frowned faintly, then closed his eyes. She raised\n the gun again, drew cross hairs with a nerveless wrist, and squeezed" ], [ ". It occurred to me that\n our newest clerk would like to start off her duties with a bang. The\n Faeg is adjusted to a needle-beam. If you put a bolt between the man's", "And then, in an intergalactic proton storm beyond the Lesser Magellanic\n Cloud, the globes lost their bearings and collided. Hordes of brute-men\n poured through the crushed outer armor of the stricken\nDefender\n.", "\"Existence is so full of mysteries, isn't it?\" murmured Perat.\n \"Sometimes it seems unfortunate that we must pass through a sentient\n phase on our way to death. This foolish, foolish war. Maybe the old\n count was right.\"", "was alert for roving alien minds. She had left her weapons inside the\n cubicle, except for the three things in the little leather bag dangling\n from her waist, for she knew that her greatest weapon in the struggle", "For the last thirty \"nights\"—the hours allotted to rest and sleep—it\n had been thus. By \"day\" she probed furtively into the minds of the", "hard and thinking. She had no means to construct another key. At best,\n finding the rare tools and parts would take months, and during the\n interval the invaders would be cutting loose from the dead hulk that", "But life, now doled out by the second, was too delicious to abandon\n immediately. Her mind, like that of a drowning person, raced hungrily\n over the memories of her past.", "The eyes of the inquisitor widened. \"So you admit to a Terran name.\n Well, Terran, you are charged with having stolen passage on a supply", "The woman seemed lost in thought for a long time. Slowly, she lifted\n the ugly little weapon. The doomed Terran looked up at her peacefully,\n without expression. She lowered the Faeg, her arm trembling.", "She had only to find the relay beside her cot, press the key that would\n set in motion gigantic prime movers in the heart of the great globe,\n and the conquerors would join the conquered in the wide and nameless\n grave of space.", "\"There's an off-chance you may survive,\" countered a mentor. \"We're\n also working on a means for your escape—not only because you are", "Suddenly the center of the room was bright with a ball of light some\n two feet in diameter, and inside the luminous sphere were an old man, a", "S'ria Gorph beamed. \"Splendid. But the occupation isn't over, yet,\n you know. There'll be hard work here for several weeks yet, before we", "\"It is even more stimulating to require a shuddering female to kill\n them. You are shuddering you know?\"", "would certainly be on hand for the execution. His anticipation was cut\n short with a horrible realization. Under the paralyzing force of a mind\n greater than his own, he reached beneath the desk and switched off the", "mentors had cut into her frontal lobe. The tiny doll they had created\n for her writhed uneasily in her waist-purse, but Perat seemed to be", "to her feet. The air was thin indeed, and frigid. She turned the valve\n of her portable oxygen bottle almost subconsciously, while exploring\n the surrounding blackened forest as far as she could see. Mentally she", "His fine tired eyes had studied her face in enigmatic appraisal. \"Then\n die usefully. The mentors are trying to develop a force that will", "\"In half an hour our last space port will be captured,\" he had\n telepathed curtly. \"Only one more messenger ship can leave\nThe\n Defender\n. Be on it.\"\n\n\n \"No. I shall die here.\"", "She caught the sound of spasmodic small-arm fire.\n\n\n \"What is that?\" she asked the transport attendant.\n\n\n \"The Commandant is shooting prisoners,\" he replied laconically." ], [ "seen. It was gaunt and leathery, and a deep thin scar lifted the corner\n of his mouth into a satanic smile. A faint paunch was gathering at his", "chances were only fifty-fifty that she could delude him for any length\n of time if he became interested in her. He must be avoided if at all\n possible. It should not be too difficult. He undoubtedly had a dozen", "The woman stared frankly back at him with her clear blue eyes. The\n guards on either side of her dug their nails into her arms, as was\n their custom with recalcitrant prisoners, but she took no notice.", "His fine tired eyes had studied her face in enigmatic appraisal. \"Then\n die usefully. The mentors are trying to develop a force that will", "For the last thirty \"nights\"—the hours allotted to rest and sleep—it\n had been thus. By \"day\" she probed furtively into the minds of the", "\"You are right,\" he said coldly, still staring into the court below.\n \"Now that the long battle is over, there is little left to divert me.\"", "and unconscious superiority. To Evelyn the jeweled fingers bespoke an\n unnatural contrast to the past history of the man and were symptomatic\n of a personality that could find stimulation only in strange and cruel", "\"The wretch insists that he could remember if we would just let him\n alone. I suppose he took a bribe. You'll find one now and then who\n tries for a little extra profit.\"", "would have to be something personal. She looked at the false black in\n his eyebrows and sideburns, and the artificial way in which he had\n combed hair over his bald spot. She crossed her knees slowly, ignoring", "Apparently he suspected nothing.\nFather. Father. I had to do it. But we'll all join you, soon. Soon.\nIII", "\"He said, 'Your widow and son send greetings. Be of good cheer, and\n accept our love.' What nonsense! He knows very well I'm not married and", "Four hundred yards behind her she detected the mind of a low-born\n Scythe, of the Tharn sun group. Very quickly she established it as that", "The five hundred and sixth heir of Tharn was of uncertain age, as were\n most of the men of both globes. Only the left side of his face could be", "Should he shoot immediately, or should he capture her? It had been two\n months since he had seen a woman. But then, his orders were to shoot.\n Yes, he would shoot.", "Suddenly the center of the room was bright with a ball of light some\n two feet in diameter, and inside the luminous sphere were an old man, a", "With a forefinger he lifted up the mass of golden curls that hung\n over her right forehead and examined the scar hidden there, where the", "\"That is Phaen, my father,\" said Perat quietly. \"He stayed at home\n because he hated war. And that is a path in our country estate on", "feel the eyes of the men and women on her back. She noticed then that\n the Faeg had ceased firing.\nHer heart was beating faster as she walked down the hall. She felt a", "The woman seemed lost in thought for a long time. Slowly, she lifted\n the ugly little weapon. The doomed Terran looked up at her peacefully,\n without expression. She lowered the Faeg, her arm trembling.", "\"Who is the Occupational Commandant for this Sector,\" she asked\n tersely. This must be done swiftly before the guards returned.\n\n\n \"Perat, Viscount of Tharn,\" replied the man mechanically." ], [ "Evelyn studied the trio with growing wonder. The old man and the boy\n were complete strangers.\nBut the woman—!", "Evelyn cleared her throat, averted her eyes, and with some effort,\n managed a delicate flush. \"I meant to say, I thought I would be happier\n working for—working here. So I asked for a transfer.\"", "\"Odd scent,\" corrected Evelyn cryptically. She was thinking about\n the earnest faces of the mentors as they instructed her carefully in", "somewhere. Evelyn made the rhythm part of her as she swayed slowly on\n tiptoe.", "and unconscious superiority. To Evelyn the jeweled fingers bespoke an\n unnatural contrast to the past history of the man and were symptomatic\n of a personality that could find stimulation only in strange and cruel", "In the anteroom a grey cat looked her over curiously, and Evelyn\n frowned. She might have to get rid of the cat if she stayed here. Under\n certain circumstances the animal could prove her deadliest enemy.", "Evelyn was extremely careful with her mental probe as she descended\n from the transport. The Occupational Commandant would undoubtedly\n be high-born and telepathic. He must not have occasion to suspect a", "Evelyn Kane smiled gently at the impotent, inwardly raging inquisitor.\n She took the paper, folded it, and placed it in a pocket in her blouse.\n \"Call the guards,\" she ordered.", "Hips dipping, Evelyn sauntered into the shattered copse. The man moved\n faster, though still trying to approach quietly. Most of the radions in", "The inquisitor leaned forward, frowning at the girl before him.\n\n\n \"Name?\"\n\n\n \"Evelyn Kane.\"", "A woman in the green uniform of the Scythe auxiliary came in, whispered\n something to the guard, and then told Evelyn to follow her.", "For the last thirty \"nights\"—the hours allotted to rest and sleep—it\n had been thus. By \"day\" she probed furtively into the minds of the", "Evelyn Kane felt a horrid chill creeping over her. The man's hair was\n white, now, and his proud face lined with deep furrows, but there could\n be no mistake. It was Gordon, Lord Kane.", "The man leaning on the balustrade turned and looked at Evelyn, at first\n with amused contempt, then with narrowing, questioning eyes.\n\n\n \"Come here,\" he ordered.", "Evelyn Kane awoke, breathing slowly and painfully. The top of the\n cubicle was bulging inward on her chest, and it seemed likely that a", "Evelyn's heart skipped a beat. \"Indeed?\"", "Evelyn's hands knotted unconsciously. She forced her body to relax, but\n her mind was racing. This introduced another variable to be controlled\n in her plan for destruction. She\nmust\nmake it a known quantity.", "office staff, memorizing area designations, channels for official\n messages, and the names and authorizations of occupational field crews.\n By night she danced for Perat, who never took his eyes from her, nor", "Evelyn turned in profile to the beam-gun and stretched luxuriously,\n hoping that her grimace of pain could not be detected. With", "chances were only fifty-fifty that she could delude him for any length\n of time if he became interested in her. He must be avoided if at all\n possible. It should not be too difficult. He undoubtedly had a dozen" ], [ "chances were only fifty-fifty that she could delude him for any length\n of time if he became interested in her. He must be avoided if at all\n possible. It should not be too difficult. He undoubtedly had a dozen", ". It occurred to me that\n our newest clerk would like to start off her duties with a bang. The\n Faeg is adjusted to a needle-beam. If you put a bolt between the man's", "\"He said, 'Your widow and son send greetings. Be of good cheer, and\n accept our love.' What nonsense! He knows very well I'm not married and", "would have to be something personal. She looked at the false black in\n his eyebrows and sideburns, and the artificial way in which he had\n combed hair over his bald spot. She crossed her knees slowly, ignoring", "A dream of a big, kind, dark-haired man with laugh-wrinkles about his\n eyes, who sat her on his knee when she was a little girl and read", "For the last thirty \"nights\"—the hours allotted to rest and sleep—it\n had been thus. By \"day\" she probed furtively into the minds of the", "mentors had cut into her frontal lobe. The tiny doll they had created\n for her writhed uneasily in her waist-purse, but Perat seemed to be", "His fine tired eyes had studied her face in enigmatic appraisal. \"Then\n die usefully. The mentors are trying to develop a force that will", "and unconscious superiority. To Evelyn the jeweled fingers bespoke an\n unnatural contrast to the past history of the man and were symptomatic\n of a personality that could find stimulation only in strange and cruel", "would certainly be on hand for the execution. His anticipation was cut\n short with a horrible realization. Under the paralyzing force of a mind\n greater than his own, he reached beneath the desk and switched off the", "bedtime stories to her from a great book with many pictures.", "For I.Q.'s of 100 and less, telepathic cortical paralysis was quite\n effective. With cool efficiency and no trace of distaste she stripped", "But life, now doled out by the second, was too delicious to abandon\n immediately. Her mind, like that of a drowning person, raced hungrily\n over the memories of her past.", "\"It is even more stimulating to require a shuddering female to kill\n them. You are shuddering you know?\"", "seen. It was gaunt and leathery, and a deep thin scar lifted the corner\n of his mouth into a satanic smile. A faint paunch was gathering at his", "She fought for her life under that mile-high ceiling.\nBreathing deeply from her mental effort, the woman stepped from\n behind a great black tree trunk and hurried to the unconscious man.", "Should he shoot immediately, or should he capture her? It had been two\n months since he had seen a woman. But then, his orders were to shoot.\n Yes, he would shoot.", "to her feet. The air was thin indeed, and frigid. She turned the valve\n of her portable oxygen bottle almost subconsciously, while exploring\n the surrounding blackened forest as far as she could see. Mentally she", "Suddenly the center of the room was bright with a ball of light some\n two feet in diameter, and inside the luminous sphere were an old man, a", "This might be a very close thing. From the purse she took a bottle of\n perfume and rubbed her ear lobes casually.\n\n\n \"Odd smell,\" commented Perat, wrinkling his nose." ] ]

[ "Of the following options, which traits best describe Darling Toujours?", "Of the following options, which traits best describe Grandma Perkins?", "Of the following options, which traits best describe Johnny?", "What is likely Grandma Perkins's primary motivation for interfering with the pirates?", "Of the following options, which best describe Captain Homer Fogarty?", "If the pirates hadn't tried to ambush the ship, what would've most likely happened to Grandma Perkins?", "Which of the following is NOT a technological advancement that's a part of this story?", "Of the following options, which is not an issue discussed within this fantasy world?", "Of the following options, who might enjoy reading this story the most and why?" ]

[ [ "Pretty and kind", "Naive and lovely", "Gorgeous and patient", "Rude and beautiful" ], [ "strong and hilarious", "clever and dangerous", "kind and reserved", "curious and fragile" ], [ "lucky and kind", "oblivious and lucky", "smart and kind", "dumb and nice" ], [ "She knew someone on the pirate ship and didn't want the Captain to kill him", "She knew they were going to kidnap Darling Toujours and she didn't want them to", "She was bored", "She wanted to find a more fun way to get back to Earth" ], [ "Dumb and kind", "Handsome and brave", "Brave and desperate", "Rash and impatient" ], [ "She would've convinced the pirates to pick her up once she got to Earth.", "She would've reached Earth and might've tried to avoid the nursing home.", "She would've contacted another transportation agency and altered her travel plans.", "She would've found a way to escape the ship before reaching Earth." ], [ "The ability to watch media with 3D capabilities", "The ability to live on places other than Earth", "The ability to transfer between spaceships", "The ability to control spaceships with voice-command technologies" ], [ "Classism", "Evil Corporations", "Racism", "Crimes" ], [ "A reader who loves adventure stories and intriguing characters", "A video game player who loves playing space-themed games", "A sci-fi nerd who loves rebellions", "A sci-fi nerd who loves reading stories with unlikable protagonists" ] ]

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[ [ "\"And I think you are definitely a man of discriminating taste,\" said\n Darling demurely, crossing her legs and arranging her dress to expose a\n little more of the Toujours charms to the Captain's eye.", "Darling Toujours, the raven-haired, creamy-skinned televideo actress\n whose smoke-and-flame eyes lit fires in hearts all over the solar", "Darling Toujours opened her violet eyes wide in surprise. \"Why, I\n was ... I was ... I—\" The actress uttered a small, gulping sound as", ", searching for only\n one person, I decided that one person had to be Darling Toujours. I\n guessed right off that she was the only one on board worth kidnapping", "Darling Toujours waved a long cigarette holder at the author. \"Don't\n pay any attention to him, Captain. You know how writers are—always\n putting words in other people's mouths, and not very good ones at that.\"", "Darling Toujours muttered a few choice words under her breath.", "\"Darling! There's that priceless little woman we met this afternoon.\"\n\n\n \"The little hag, you mean,\" Miss Toujours muttered under her breath,\n but loudly enough for Grandma Perkins to hear.", "Darling Toujours drew back her hand to smack Carlton one in a very\n unlady-like manner when she suddenly realized that they were not alone.", "\"I hope you don't mind, Toujours, but you know, you remind me a great\n deal of my grandniece, Agatha. She was undoubtedly the most lovely\n child I've ever seen.\"", "\"I must say that I think Miss Toujours has the prettiest mouth I've\n ever seen,\" boomed Captain Fogarty, his voice sounding something like", "But her hopes met with disappointment. For shortly after she sat down,\n Darling Toujours and Carlton E. Carlton strolled over and sat down\n across from her, not recognizing her at first. Then Carlton spied her.", "\"I beg your pardon,\" she told them in a sweet, high little voice.\n \"I hope I didn't interrupt anything. If you would like to hit the\n gentleman, Miss Toujours, I'll be glad to come back later.\"", "\"Darling Toujours, famous television actress,\" she lied quite calmly.", "\"Why, thank you, Mrs. Perkins,\" Darling purred, starting to preen just\n a bit. Anything could be forgiven someone who complimented her.", "she had moved to the door to Darling Toujours' suite and had opened it,\n stepping inside.", "\"I was just leaving, Miss Toujours. I hope you and your son have a very\n happy voyage. Good day, Captain Fogarty,\" she called over her shoulder", "\"It ain't Darling Toujours at all!\" cried Lamps.\n\n\n \"It ain't even no woman!\" cried Snake.", "to become pirates. This was our first job, and we sure did need the\n money we could have gotten out of Darling Toujours' studios for ransom.\"", "\"Of course we forgive you, Mrs. Jerkins,\" Darling said throatily,\n baring her teeth like a feline.\n\n\n \"My name is Perkins,\" Grandma smiled.", "Darling screeched and darted for the door. She snatched the nightie\n away from Mrs. Perkins and rudely propelled the older woman out the\n door, closing it behind her. \"Captain, this woman must GO!\"" ], [ "Grandma Perkins paused in her narrative and looked up at her audience,\n giving them a withered little smile. \"And if you want to know why,", "\"Look, lady—\"\n\n\n \"My name is Mrs. Matilda Perkins. You may call me Grandma.\"", "Grandma Perkins sighed. \"It's such a small cabin I don't think anybody\n else would want it. But it's all that I could afford,\" she said,\n smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress with both hands.", "\"I beg your pardon,\" said Grandma, and quite nonchalantly shed the rest\n of the suit and sat down in a comfortable chair. \"I am Mrs. Matilda\n Perkins.\"", "Grandma Perkins, of the pirate ship\nDirty", "\"Of course we forgive you, Mrs. Jerkins,\" Darling said throatily,\n baring her teeth like a feline.\n\n\n \"My name is Perkins,\" Grandma smiled.", "\"Darling! There's that priceless little woman we met this afternoon.\"\n\n\n \"The little hag, you mean,\" Miss Toujours muttered under her breath,\n but loudly enough for Grandma Perkins to hear.", "\"Of course, Agatha never was quite bright,\" Grandma said as she turned\n her head aside as if in sorrow. \"They were all set to put her in an", "As the men approached her, Grandma sensed the game was up. \"Okay,\" she\n told them. \"I give up. I can make it by myself.\" She started to take", "\"Well, the very least you could do for a poor old lady is to feed her,\"\n Grandma told him, her lower lip sticking out in a most petulant manner.\n \"They like to have starved me to death on that\nKismet\n.\"", "\"Well, you can pull that big box down from the top shelf there, if you\n don't mind. And, I wonder, would you mind calling me Grandma? All my", "withered most people where they stood. Mrs. Perkins just smiled sweetly\n at him.", "Mrs. Perkins continued to smile at him. \"Yes, I know. It's lovely,\n isn't it? I'll just go out this way.\" And before anyone could stop her,", "five feet tall, with silvered hair, eyes that twinkled like a March\n wind, and a friendly rash of wrinkles that gave her face the kindly,", "\"We ain't got much fancy in the line of grub....\" Lamps began.\n\n\n \"Just show me the way to the kitchen,\" said Grandma.", "Grandma Perkins never finished the sentence, for interrupting her came\n the horrendous clang of the\nKismet's", "The food that evening was not the very best, Grandma Perkins thought to\n herself, but that was mostly due to her seat. By the time the waiter", "\"So I see,\" said Mrs. Perkins, staring at the opulent furnishings\n with avid pleasure. \"It's such a pretty thing, all done up with", "Grandma watched them as they finished up their food and then she moved\n from her little table over to one of the very comfortable sofas in the", "Johnny was off like a startled rabbit, but Grandma moved with serene\n calmness to the door. Maybe, she thought, we're going to have a little\n excitement after all." ], [ "Johnny laughed in an easy, infectious manner. \"Sure thing, Grandma.\"\n He stretched his long arms up to bring down the heavy bag and found", "Johnny was off like a startled rabbit, but Grandma moved with serene\n calmness to the door. Maybe, she thought, we're going to have a little\n excitement after all.", "\"To be truthful, Johnny, they've grown old and stodgy, all of them.\n And I'm sure they think I've lost most of my marbles. Everything I did", "get in their way. There just isn't much left in life for a feeble old\n woman like me.\" She sniffled a moment or two as if to cry. Johnny,", "Johnny. I don't carry any. I know their faces all so well I don't have\n to. But any time I want to get rid of somebody I just offer to show", "\"Oh, that's very nice of you, Johnny, but—\" she said quickly.\n\n\n \"Really I would, Grandma. Where are they?\"", "Johnny Weaver, who had been clearing one of the nearby tables, put down\n a stack of dirty dishes and came over to her. \"I'd like to see the\n pictures, Grandma.\"", "\"Then I'll make it a short story. You see, Johnny, I'm an old woman.", "Johnny leaned back, relaxing against the door. \"Well, STAR—that's\n Stellar Transportation and Atomic Research, you know—is one of", "As she stooped over and extracted a pair of low-heeled, black and\n battered shoes from the box, she asked him, \"Johnny, what was that\n paper I signed this afternoon?\"", "Johnny Weaver, steward for the cheaper cabins, poked his youthful,\n freckled face through the door. \"Howdy, Mrs. Perkins. I wondered if I\n could do anything for you? It's about ten minutes before we eat.\"", "Snake Simpson was a wiry little man whose tough exterior in no way\n suggested a reptile, except, perhaps, for his eyes which sat too close", "\"Anything else I can do for you, Grandma?\"\n\n\n \"No, thank you, Johnny. I think I can make it up the steps to the\n dining room by myself.\"", "\"PIRATES! PIRATES! We're being attacked by space pirates! You there!\"\n he shouted at Johnny. \"Man your station! And you, Madam, to your", "Johnny laughed. \"Why are you going to Earth, anyway, Grandma?\"\n\n\n The old woman sighed. \"It's a long story, Johnny, but you just sit down\n and I'll tell it to you.\"", "\"But we must all make the best of things as they come. That's what\n Omar, my husband, used to say.\" Grandma paused to wipe away a small", "A little while later when Johnny looked into her room to see if she had\n gone, the cabin was empty and the heavy box was back in place in the\n top cabinet.", "five feet tall, with silvered hair, eyes that twinkled like a March\n wind, and a friendly rash of wrinkles that gave her face the kindly,", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\n\"I can always get along with a man if he remembers who he is,\" said", "\"You mean Blackbeard, Snake,\" said Lamps.\n\n\n \"Sure. He used to sit around broodin' up trouble all the time.\"" ], [ "Grandma Perkins, of the pirate ship\nDirty", "Grandma Perkins paused in her narrative and looked up at her audience,\n giving them a withered little smile. \"And if you want to know why,", "\"Well, it doesn't seem to me that you're ever going to be good pirates\n at this rate,\" Grandma told him. \"You should have known better than to\n take a woman at her word.\"", "\"Pirates going to board us. How nice,\" muttered Grandma to herself as\n she eavesdropped just outside the door to the bridge.", "\"Okay, Grandma, look. You really fixed us good. To begin with, we ain't\n really pirates. We used to operate this tub as a freighter between the", "\"If I go down and hide, I'll miss all the fun. Of course, it's safer,\n and an old woman like me shouldn't be up and about when pirates are", "\"Look, lady—\"\n\n\n \"My name is Mrs. Matilda Perkins. You may call me Grandma.\"", "GRANDMA PERKINS AND THE SPACE PIRATES\nBy JAMES McCONNELL\nRaven-haired, seductive Darling Toujours'", "Grandma Perkins never finished the sentence, for interrupting her came\n the horrendous clang of the\nKismet's", "\"I beg your pardon,\" said Grandma, and quite nonchalantly shed the rest\n of the suit and sat down in a comfortable chair. \"I am Mrs. Matilda\n Perkins.\"", "\"Of course we forgive you, Mrs. Jerkins,\" Darling said throatily,\n baring her teeth like a feline.\n\n\n \"My name is Perkins,\" Grandma smiled.", "Grandma Perkins sighed. \"It's such a small cabin I don't think anybody\n else would want it. But it's all that I could afford,\" she said,\n smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress with both hands.", "As the men approached her, Grandma sensed the game was up. \"Okay,\" she\n told them. \"I give up. I can make it by myself.\" She started to take", "Mrs. Perkins continued to smile at him. \"Yes, I know. It's lovely,\n isn't it? I'll just go out this way.\" And before anyone could stop her,", "\"Well, the very least you could do for a poor old lady is to feed her,\"\n Grandma told him, her lower lip sticking out in a most petulant manner.\n \"They like to have starved me to death on that\nKismet\n.\"", "as she exited. Carlton E. Carlton's shrill laughter followed her down\n the companionway.\nMrs. Perkins had been lying in her berth reading for less than an hour", "Darling screeched and darted for the door. She snatched the nightie\n away from Mrs. Perkins and rudely propelled the older woman out the\n door, closing it behind her. \"Captain, this woman must GO!\"", "\"Darling! There's that priceless little woman we met this afternoon.\"\n\n\n \"The little hag, you mean,\" Miss Toujours muttered under her breath,\n but loudly enough for Grandma Perkins to hear.", "take off their space suits. One of the men who Grandma soon learned was\n Lamps O'Toole, the nominal leader of the pirates, stretched his brawny", "The main passenger hatch was not too far from the bridge. Grandma found\n it with ease, and in less than three minutes she had zipped herself" ], [ ", enjoying postprandial cocktails with Captain Homer\n Fogarty, the\nKismet's\nrotund commanding officer. The\nKismet", "\"I must say that I think Miss Toujours has the prettiest mouth I've\n ever seen,\" boomed Captain Fogarty, his voice sounding something like", "Captain Fogarty snorted. \"Fat lot of good he'll do us. Wait for him,\n eh? Well, we'll just blow that pirate out of the sky right now. Stand\n by the guns!\"", "a sinecure until now, was bellowing at them all. Above the hubbub,\n suddenly, came the raucous voice of Captain Fogarty as he stalked onto\n the bridge.", "\"Captain Fogarty's men would have cut you to ribbons. So I opened the\n hatch to let you in, planted myself in the way, and you got out with", "\"Oh, I'm so glad to hear that,\" she said, but made no move whatsoever\n to leave. Captain Fogarty gave her his hardened stare of the type which", "general alarm, and on its heels,\n charging through the main salon like a rhinoceros in heat, came Captain\n Fogarty.", "a cross between a foghorn and a steam whistle. And he was not merely\n being gallant, for many a lonely night as he flew the darkness between", "\"They'll never get through the hatches alive. At least our small arms\n still work. We'll kill 'em all!\" cried Captain Fogarty.", "\"I was just leaving, Miss Toujours. I hope you and your son have a very\n happy voyage. Good day, Captain Fogarty,\" she called over her shoulder", "support. She looked so small and so frail that Fogarty forgave her the\n intrusion.", "around, but—\" A delicious smile spread over her face as she took her\n scruples firmly in hand and turned to follow the bellowing Captain\n towards the bridge.\nII", "\"I really wanted to see you, Captain,\" she told him, her battered old\n shoes bringing her fully into the room with little mincing steps. \"The", "She leaned forward to stroke him gently on the face. Carlton roared\n with laughter and the good Captain colored deeply.", "Darling Toujours waved a long cigarette holder at the author. \"Don't\n pay any attention to him, Captain. You know how writers are—always\n putting words in other people's mouths, and not very good ones at that.\"", "\"And I think you are definitely a man of discriminating taste,\" said\n Darling demurely, crossing her legs and arranging her dress to expose a\n little more of the Toujours charms to the Captain's eye.", "The Captain took command. \"Now, look here, Madam,\" he sputtered. \"What\n is it you want?\"", "\"Okay, Grandma, look. You really fixed us good. To begin with, we ain't\n really pirates. We used to operate this tub as a freighter between the", "to one another. \"You bet, Skipper. We're full fledged pirates now, just\n like old Captain Blackbrood.\"", "got around to her little cranny most of it was cold. But she didn't\n complain. She enjoyed watching the people with the more expensive\n cabins parade their clothes and their manners at the Captain's table." ], [ "\"Well, it doesn't seem to me that you're ever going to be good pirates\n at this rate,\" Grandma told him. \"You should have known better than to\n take a woman at her word.\"", "\"Pirates going to board us. How nice,\" muttered Grandma to herself as\n she eavesdropped just outside the door to the bridge.", "Grandma Perkins, of the pirate ship\nDirty", "Grandma Perkins paused in her narrative and looked up at her audience,\n giving them a withered little smile. \"And if you want to know why,", "\"Okay, Grandma, look. You really fixed us good. To begin with, we ain't\n really pirates. We used to operate this tub as a freighter between the", "\"If I go down and hide, I'll miss all the fun. Of course, it's safer,\n and an old woman like me shouldn't be up and about when pirates are", "As the men approached her, Grandma sensed the game was up. \"Okay,\" she\n told them. \"I give up. I can make it by myself.\" She started to take", "The main passenger hatch was not too far from the bridge. Grandma found\n it with ease, and in less than three minutes she had zipped herself", "Grandma Perkins never finished the sentence, for interrupting her came\n the horrendous clang of the\nKismet's", "as she exited. Carlton E. Carlton's shrill laughter followed her down\n the companionway.\nMrs. Perkins had been lying in her berth reading for less than an hour", "Mrs. Perkins continued to smile at him. \"Yes, I know. It's lovely,\n isn't it? I'll just go out this way.\" And before anyone could stop her,", "\"Look, lady—\"\n\n\n \"My name is Mrs. Matilda Perkins. You may call me Grandma.\"", "\"I beg your pardon,\" said Grandma, and quite nonchalantly shed the rest\n of the suit and sat down in a comfortable chair. \"I am Mrs. Matilda\n Perkins.\"", "GRANDMA PERKINS AND THE SPACE PIRATES\nBy JAMES McCONNELL\nRaven-haired, seductive Darling Toujours'", "Johnny was off like a startled rabbit, but Grandma moved with serene\n calmness to the door. Maybe, she thought, we're going to have a little\n excitement after all.", "\"I figured as much,\" Lamps said dolefully. \"Lookit, Grandma, the best\n thing we can do is to put you off safely at the next place we stop.", "Darling screeched and darted for the door. She snatched the nightie\n away from Mrs. Perkins and rudely propelled the older woman out the\n door, closing it behind her. \"Captain, this woman must GO!\"", "withered most people where they stood. Mrs. Perkins just smiled sweetly\n at him.", "\"Well, the very least you could do for a poor old lady is to feed her,\"\n Grandma told him, her lower lip sticking out in a most petulant manner.\n \"They like to have starved me to death on that\nKismet\n.\"", "\"That's the one, boys,\" said another voice. \"Let's go.\" Catching hold\n of Grandma's arm, they led her out into the emptiness of free space." ], [ "and Atomic Research. It was outfitted with every known safety device\n and the control room was masterfully planned for maximum efficiency.\n But the astral architect who designed her never anticipated the", "was\n blasting through space at close to the speed of light, bound from\n Callisto, one of Jupiter's moons, back to Earth. But none of the two", "The main passenger hatch was not too far from the bridge. Grandma found\n it with ease, and in less than three minutes she had zipped herself", "A minute or so later she heard poundings outside the airlock and quite\n calmly she reached out a mailed fist and turned a switch plainly\n marked:\nEMERGENCY LOCK\n\n DO NOT OPERATE IN FLIGHT", "The outer hatch opened almost immediately. The radio in Grandma's suit\n crackled with static. \"What are you doing here?\" demanded a voice over\n the suit radio.", "\"I—\" She stopped and the devilment showed in her eyes. Her withered\n little face pursed itself into a smile. \"There aren't any pictures,", "into one of the emergency-use space suits stowed away beside the port.\n She felt awfully awkward climbing into the monstrous steel and plastic\n contraption, and her small body didn't quite fit the proportions of the", "\"Okay, Grandma, look. You really fixed us good. To begin with, we ain't\n really pirates. We used to operate this tub as a freighter between the", "Carlton smiled casually at the exposed flesh. \"It's all very pretty,\n my dear,\" he said smugly. \"But we've seen it all before and in space", "\"The guns are useless,\" whined the Gunnery Officer. \"The atomics that\n run them won't operate at all. What will we do?\"", "was to be a fellow passenger. But her studio had wired her to return\n to Earth immediately to make a new series of three dimensional video\n films. And the\nKismet", "\"We ain't got much fancy in the line of grub....\" Lamps began.\n\n\n \"Just show me the way to the kitchen,\" said Grandma.", "\"PIRATES! PIRATES! We're being attacked by space pirates! You there!\"\n he shouted at Johnny. \"Man your station! And you, Madam, to your", "Johnny leaned back, relaxing against the door. \"Well, STAR—that's\n Stellar Transportation and Atomic Research, you know—is one of", "all sure of which is legal.\" She put one bird-like little hand to\n her throat and clasped the cameo there almost as if it could give her", "take off their space suits. One of the men who Grandma soon learned was\n Lamps O'Toole, the nominal leader of the pirates, stretched his brawny", "\"Pirates! Attacking us! Incredible!\" cried the Captain. \"There are no\n pirates any more. What have we got a Space Patrol for? Where in blazes\n is the Space Patrol anyway?\"", "As the men approached her, Grandma sensed the game was up. \"Okay,\" she\n told them. \"I give up. I can make it by myself.\" She started to take", "\"That's the one, boys,\" said another voice. \"Let's go.\" Catching hold\n of Grandma's arm, they led her out into the emptiness of free space.", "solar system, unless we get their permission. And they just ain't\n giving permission to nobody these days.\" Lamps flopped into one of the\n control seats and lit a cigarette." ], [ "\"I—\" She stopped and the devilment showed in her eyes. Her withered\n little face pursed itself into a smile. \"There aren't any pictures,", "all sure of which is legal.\" She put one bird-like little hand to\n her throat and clasped the cameo there almost as if it could give her", "\"If I go down and hide, I'll miss all the fun. Of course, it's safer,\n and an old woman like me shouldn't be up and about when pirates are", "\"Do you mean not very good words or not very good mouths, my dear?\"\n Carlton asked. The solar system's most famous actress clamped her", "\"There aren't many friends my age left around any more. So I'm being\n sent to Earth to a home full of dear, sweet old ladies my age, the", "system. She was credited with being the most beautiful woman alive and\n there were few who dared to contradict her when she mentioned it.", "\"Okay, Grandma, look. You really fixed us good. To begin with, we ain't\n really pirates. We used to operate this tub as a freighter between the", "then with another. They've all been married for decades now of course,\n with children and grandchildren of their own. And I guess that I just", "\"Well, it doesn't seem to me that you're ever going to be good pirates\n at this rate,\" Grandma told him. \"You should have known better than to\n take a woman at her word.\"", "Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that", "won't put you off against your wishes. Of course, they don't dare do it\n anymore anyway, but that's the law.\"", "Lamps O'Toole took the floor. \"Now, wait a minute. We can't do that,\"\n he said loudly. \"We got enough trouble as is. You know what would", "Carlton smiled casually at the exposed flesh. \"It's all very pretty,\n my dear,\" he said smugly. \"But we've seen it all before and in space", "got around to her little cranny most of it was cold. But she didn't\n complain. She enjoyed watching the people with the more expensive\n cabins parade their clothes and their manners at the Captain's table.", "And pictures of all my children, my ten lovely children. I brought them\n with me specially tonight because I thought you might want to look at\n them. Now, where did I put them?\" Grandma opened her purse and began", "can't—Well, there's lots of things you can't do with one of them\n things on. Besides, we all want to take a little look at you, if you", "One of the other men piped up. \"And to think we get the pleasurable\n company of the sweetest doll in the whole solar system for free besides\n the money.\"", "happen to us if the Space Patrol added murder to the list. They'd put\n the whole fleet in after us and track us and our families down to the\n last kid.\" Then he turned to the little old lady to explain.", "me before they could muster their defenses. So, you see, I saved your\n lives.\"", "money for which is being provided by my dear, sweet children—all ten\n of them.\" Grandma dabbed a bit of a handkerchief at her eyes. \"The" ], [ "Grandma Perkins paused in her narrative and looked up at her audience,\n giving them a withered little smile. \"And if you want to know why,", "\"Then I'll make it a short story. You see, Johnny, I'm an old woman.", "got around to her little cranny most of it was cold. But she didn't\n complain. She enjoyed watching the people with the more expensive\n cabins parade their clothes and their manners at the Captain's table.", "\"There aren't many friends my age left around any more. So I'm being\n sent to Earth to a home full of dear, sweet old ladies my age, the", "\"If I go down and hide, I'll miss all the fun. Of course, it's safer,\n and an old woman like me shouldn't be up and about when pirates are", "money for which is being provided by my dear, sweet children—all ten\n of them.\" Grandma dabbed a bit of a handkerchief at her eyes. \"The", "And pictures of all my children, my ten lovely children. I brought them\n with me specially tonight because I thought you might want to look at\n them. Now, where did I put them?\" Grandma opened her purse and began", "As the men approached her, Grandma sensed the game was up. \"Okay,\" she\n told them. \"I give up. I can make it by myself.\" She started to take", "\"Well, you can pull that big box down from the top shelf there, if you\n don't mind. And, I wonder, would you mind calling me Grandma? All my", "\"Well, the very least you could do for a poor old lady is to feed her,\"\n Grandma told him, her lower lip sticking out in a most petulant manner.\n \"They like to have starved me to death on that\nKismet\n.\"", "Johnny laughed. \"Why are you going to Earth, anyway, Grandma?\"\n\n\n The old woman sighed. \"It's a long story, Johnny, but you just sit down\n and I'll tell it to you.\"", "Johnny was off like a startled rabbit, but Grandma moved with serene\n calmness to the door. Maybe, she thought, we're going to have a little\n excitement after all.", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\n\"I can always get along with a man if he remembers who he is,\" said", "as she exited. Carlton E. Carlton's shrill laughter followed her down\n the companionway.\nMrs. Perkins had been lying in her berth reading for less than an hour", "mother-of-pearl like that, isn't it? And what a pretty lace nightie\n lying on the bed.\" Mrs. Perkins picked up the sheer, gossamer garment", "Johnny laughed in an easy, infectious manner. \"Sure thing, Grandma.\"\n He stretched his long arms up to bring down the heavy bag and found", "then with another. They've all been married for decades now of course,\n with children and grandchildren of their own. And I guess that I just", "\"To be truthful, Johnny, they've grown old and stodgy, all of them.\n And I'm sure they think I've lost most of my marbles. Everything I did", "\"I—\" She stopped and the devilment showed in her eyes. Her withered\n little face pursed itself into a smile. \"There aren't any pictures,", "all sure of which is legal.\" She put one bird-like little hand to\n her throat and clasped the cameo there almost as if it could give her" ] ]

[ "Of the following choices, which best describes Ivy?", "Of the following options, which best describes the Captain?", "Does it seem like there's a romantic component to Ivy and the Captain's relationship?", "What is interesting about the Aphrodite?", "How would you describe the author's style throughout the passage?", "How would you describe the changes in tone throughout the passage?", "Why might a person not be the hugest fan of Captain?", "Of the following options, who might want to read this passage the most?", "Do you think this story has a happy ending?" ]

[ [ "beautiful and feminine", "independent and determined", "confident and myopic", "quiet and smart" ], [ "stubborn and competent", "funny and kind", "handsome and witty", "open-minded and bold" ], [ "Yes, they both show feelings for each other but they have yet to enter a relationship", "Possible, Ivy has feelings for him by the end but it remains unclear", "No, they're just coworkers and nothing more is addressed beyond that", "Possibly, the Captain has feelings for her by the end but it remains unclear" ], [ "It's a brand new ship", "It's an old ship and its predecessors were retired after having successful runs as ships", "It's an old ship and its predecessors previously failed in their missions", "It's an old ship that doesn't work but contains a plethora of interesting data" ], [ "He uses lots of historical data from previous science fiction universes", "He uses lots of technical details and technologies to immerse the reader in the lore", "He uses lots of humor to make the technical elements more entertaining", "He uses lots of descriptions of the ship's surroundings to show the peaceful voyages the Aphrodite goes on" ], [ "The story remains relatively calm except for the climax", "The story has an early climax with a big reveal, but the majority of the story is nerdy and filled with space-travel details", "The story is intense at the beginning but calms by the end", "The story remains fast-paced and stressful throughout" ], [ "He's actively racist with regard to his crew members", "He's actively sexist with regard to his crew members", "He's overconfident at times and can be rude", "He doesn't listen to his crew most of the time" ], [ "A sci-fi fan who likes romance-heavy stories", "A sci-fi fan who likes suspense and watching friendships grow", "A fan of fantasy-adventure stories", "A fan of adventure stories where the protagonist has to fit in with a new group" ], [ "No, the Captain really wants to date Ivy but it doesn't seem like it's gonna happen", "Yes, the Captain is successful and he's dating Ivy", "Yes, they were successful on their mission", "For the most part, they succeeded on their mission but the Captain and Ivy aren't together" ] ]

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[ [ "about Ivy?\"", "\"Ivy?\"\n\n\n Cob looked away. \"I thought that you and she ... well, I thought that\n when we got back ... well....\"", "\"\nIvy!\n\" Strike was beside her, cradling her head in his arm.", "\"Let me understand you, Ivy,\" said Strike in a flat voice. \"What you\n are suggesting is that I risk my ship and the lives of all of us trying", "The temperature stood at 140° and the air was bitter with the smell\n of hot metal. Ivy's blouse clung to her body, soaked through with", "And finally, Ivy hated old Brass-bottom Gorman even more than Strike\n did. She felt that Gorman had ruined her father's career, and she was", "Ivy fought her reeling senses and the bucking ship as the slack came\n out of the cable. Blackness was flickering at the edges of her field", "\"The answer is\nno\n. Ivy's a nice girl ... but....\" He paused and\n sighed. \"Since she was promoted to her father's old rank ... well....\"\n He shrugged. \"Who wants a wife that ranks you?\"", "\"And now you, Miss Hendricks.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, Captain?\" Her voice was low.\n\n\n \"Take over Control ... and Ivy....\"\n\n\n \"Yes?\"", "little she did not know about spaceship engineering. Then, too, Ivy\n spent a lot of time at the controls, and Strike was forced to admit", "\"Frankly, Ivy, I haven't enough sense to be afraid. But are you so\n certain that we can pull this off? If I make a mistake this time ...\n it'll be the last. For all of us.\"", "Ivy's eyes snapped angrily. \"That's not what I meant, and you know it!\n I mean this!\" She touched the red-sealed surge-circuit rheostat.", "Carefully, Ivy circled the two warships. From the starboard tube on\n the gun-deck, a homing rocket leapt toward the\nAtropos", "\"We can do it,\" said Ivy Hendricks simply.\n\n\n Strike turned to Cob. \"What do you say, Cob? Shall we make it hotter in\n here?\"", "space, a reluctant admiration was replacing the resentment between\n them. Ivy spent whatever time she could spare tinkering with her\n father's pet surge-circuit and Strike began to realize that there was", "Strike thought it a pity that old Brass-bottom couldn't fall into\n Hell's hottest pit ... and he told Ivy so.", "Cob's face was sober, but hidden amusement was kindling behind his\n eyes. \"Captain, may I present Lieutenant Hendricks? Lieutenant\nI-vy\nHendricks?\"", "Swiftly, the fat, ungainly shape of old Aphrodisiac drew near. In her\n flying-bridge, Strike and Ivy Hendricks watched the stricken ships in\n the darkened viewport.", "\"Well, dammit, hold it still so I can!\" snapped Strike. He read the\n message and passed it to Ivy Hendricks with a shake of his head.", "There were tears bright in Ivy Hendricks' eyes and she sounded\n desperate. \"But we can save those ships! We can, I\nknow" ], [ "ships. And, if I know Captain Varni on the\nLachesis\n, he won't let go\n that line even if he fries himself.\"", "\"Yes, Captain.\"", "The girl's eyes were cold and unfriendly. \"Thank you, Captain.\" Her\n voice was like cracked ice tinkling in a glass. \"If I may have your", "\"Tell me, Captain,\" continued Cob curiously, \"how does it happen\n that you of all people happened to draw this tub for a command? I\n thought....\"", "Strike lowered his head to clear the arch of the flying-bridge\n bulkhead. Cob followed. He trailed his Captain through a jungle", "Cob's face was sober, but hidden amusement was kindling behind his\n eyes. \"Captain, may I present Lieutenant Hendricks? Lieutenant\nI-vy\nHendricks?\"", "\"Well,\" Cob ran a hand over his chin speculatively, \"I know Gorman's\n a prize stinker ... but you were in command of the", "\"I begin to see what you mean, Captain.\"\n\n\n \"Strike's the name, Cob.\"", "Senior Lieutenant Coburn Whitley—\"Cob\" to his friends—nodded in\n agreement. \"That's our Lover-Girl ... old Aphrodisiac herself. The ship", "\"Let me understand you, Ivy,\" said Strike in a flat voice. \"What you\n are suggesting is that I risk my ship and the lives of all of us trying", "The other officers of the\nT.R.S. Aphrodite\nwere in conference with\n the Captain when Cob and the girl at his side reached the flying", "Whitley was on his feet, all the slackness gone from his manner.\n \"Orders, Captain?\"", "\"And now you, Miss Hendricks.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, Captain?\" Her voice was low.\n\n\n \"Take over Control ... and Ivy....\"\n\n\n \"Yes?\"", "Navy. She's got something terrific in her guts and only\n\n her ice-cold lady engineer can coax it out of her!\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "\"That's very nice, Lieutenant,\" commented Cob drily. \"And I know that\n you've been very busy adjusting that gismo. But I seem to recall that", "\"Get a radar fix on the\nLachesis\nand hold it. Send your dope up to\n Evans and tell him to send us a range estimate.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, Captain,\" the girl replied crisply.", "trained men. Father told them that! And I'm trained! I can take her in\n and save those ships!\" Her expression turned to one of disgust. \"Or are\n you afraid?\"", "Swiftly, the fat, ungainly shape of old Aphrodisiac drew near. In her\n flying-bridge, Strike and Ivy Hendricks watched the stricken ships in\n the darkened viewport.", "The girl's voice was even colder than before as she said, \"Harlan\n Hendricks, Captain, is my father.\"", "\"Uh ... welcome aboard, Miss Hendricks,\" was all the Captain could find\n to say." ], [ "\"And now you, Miss Hendricks.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, Captain?\" Her voice was low.\n\n\n \"Take over Control ... and Ivy....\"\n\n\n \"Yes?\"", "\"The answer is\nno\n. Ivy's a nice girl ... but....\" He paused and\n sighed. \"Since she was promoted to her father's old rank ... well....\"\n He shrugged. \"Who wants a wife that ranks you?\"", "\"Ivy?\"\n\n\n Cob looked away. \"I thought that you and she ... well, I thought that\n when we got back ... well....\"", "Cob's face was sober, but hidden amusement was kindling behind his\n eyes. \"Captain, may I present Lieutenant Hendricks? Lieutenant\nI-vy\nHendricks?\"", "\"Let me understand you, Ivy,\" said Strike in a flat voice. \"What you\n are suggesting is that I risk my ship and the lives of all of us trying", "\"\nIvy!\n\" Strike was beside her, cradling her head in his arm.", "space, a reluctant admiration was replacing the resentment between\n them. Ivy spent whatever time she could spare tinkering with her\n father's pet surge-circuit and Strike began to realize that there was", "The girl's eyes were cold and unfriendly. \"Thank you, Captain.\" Her\n voice was like cracked ice tinkling in a glass. \"If I may have your", "little she did not know about spaceship engineering. Then, too, Ivy\n spent a lot of time at the controls, and Strike was forced to admit", "For all the tension between the occupants of the flying-bridge, Strike\n and Ivy Hendricks worked well together. And after a second week in", "Ivy fought her reeling senses and the bucking ship as the slack came\n out of the cable. Blackness was flickering at the edges of her field", "Senior Lieutenant Coburn Whitley—\"Cob\" to his friends—nodded in\n agreement. \"That's our Lover-Girl ... old Aphrodisiac herself. The ship", "\"Frankly, Ivy, I haven't enough sense to be afraid. But are you so\n certain that we can pull this off? If I make a mistake this time ...\n it'll be the last. For all of us.\"", "\"We can do it,\" said Ivy Hendricks simply.\n\n\n Strike turned to Cob. \"What do you say, Cob? Shall we make it hotter in\n here?\"", "Carefully, Ivy circled the two warships. From the starboard tube on\n the gun-deck, a homing rocket leapt toward the\nAtropos", "Swiftly, the fat, ungainly shape of old Aphrodisiac drew near. In her\n flying-bridge, Strike and Ivy Hendricks watched the stricken ships in\n the darkened viewport.", "The temperature stood at 140° and the air was bitter with the smell\n of hot metal. Ivy's blouse clung to her body, soaked through with", "There were tears bright in Ivy Hendricks' eyes and she sounded\n desperate. \"But we can save those ships! We can, I\nknow", "ships. And, if I know Captain Varni on the\nLachesis\n, he won't let go\n that line even if he fries himself.\"", "you're not fooling me. You've fallen for old Lover-Girl and you don't\n want to leave her. Ver-ry commendable. Loyal! Stout fellah! But what" ], [ "Aphrodite's\nnether belly\n affectionately. \"She's old ... but she's loose. And we're not likely to", "Senior Lieutenant Coburn Whitley—\"Cob\" to his friends—nodded in\n agreement. \"That's our Lover-Girl ... old Aphrodisiac herself. The ship", "Swiftly, the fat, ungainly shape of old Aphrodisiac drew near. In her\n flying-bridge, Strike and Ivy Hendricks watched the stricken ships in\n the darkened viewport.", "Cob nodded agreement. \"The last of her class.\"\nAnd she was not an inspiring sight. The fantastically misnamed\nAphrodite", "\"No doubt,\" commented the other sourly. \"Is that why they named\n this ... ship 'Aphrodite'?\"\n\n\n Whitley saw fit to consider the question rhetorical and remained silent.", "The\nAphrodite\nwas refitted for space. And because it was an integral", "Aphrodite's\nlaunching the\n surge-circuit was hailed as the very latest in space drives.", "Aphrodite's\nbridge was unbearable. The thermometer\n showed 145° and it seemed to Strike that Hell must be cool by\n comparison.", "on the\nAphrodite\n. She generally sent them Earthside with nervous\n breakdowns in half that time.", "The\nAphrodite\nrumbled on toward the orbit of Mercury....", "The scaly bulk of the Tellurian Rocket Ship\nAphrodite\nloomed", ", and the prototype ... old Aphrodisiac. The\n three vessels had gone into action off Callisto after the Phobos Raid\n had set off hostilities between the Ionians and the Solarian Combine.", "with the poison personality.\" Cob was the\nAphrodite's\nExecutive,\n and he had been with her a full year ... which was a record for Execs", "The three ships ...\nAtropos\n,\nLachesis\n, and old Aphrodisiac ...", "She nodded silently and took her place at the control panel. Smoothly\n she turned old Aphrodisiac's nose sunward....", "And she agreed.\nOld Aphrodisiac had reached perihelion when it happened. The", "A week in space had convinced Strike that he commanded a jinx ship.\n Jetting sunward from Venus, the cantankerous\nAphrodite\nhad burned a", "lashed together and drifting in space. Every man and woman aboard out\n cold from the acceleration, and\nAphrodite's\ntanks bone dry. But they", "of hoisting his flag on one of her class. There had been three. The\nArtemis\n, the\nAndromeda", "direction of Coma Berenices glowing white hot from the heat of a\n ruptured fission chamber and spewing gamma rays in all directions.\n And the\nAphrodite's" ], [ "The temperature stood at 140° and the air was bitter with the smell\n of hot metal. Ivy's blouse clung to her body, soaked through with", "She read it through and looked up exultantly. \"This is\nit\n! This is\n the chance I've been praying for, Strike!\"", "\"Have a look at this! Ye gods and little catfish! Read it!\"", "perspiration. Sweat ran from her hair into her eyes and she gasped\n for breath in the oven hot compartment. Strike watched her with\n apprehension.", "bridge. She was tall and dark-haired with regular features and pale\n blue eyes. She wore a service jumper with two silver stripes on the\n shoulder-straps, and even the shapeless garment could not hide the", "The girl's eyes were cold and unfriendly. \"Thank you, Captain.\" Her\n voice was like cracked ice tinkling in a glass. \"If I may have your", "with tipsy satisfaction. He stared out at the Martian night beyond the\n broad windows and back again at Strike. His frown was puzzled.", "Swiftly, the fat, ungainly shape of old Aphrodisiac drew near. In her\n flying-bridge, Strike and Ivy Hendricks watched the stricken ships in\n the darkened viewport.", "to pull old Gorman's fat out of the fire with a drive that's blown\n skyhigh three times out of three. Very neat.\"", "\"From such humble beginnings do great traditions grow. But something\n happened when I came into the picture. I don't fit with the rest of\n them. Call it luck or temperament or what have you.", ". It plunged\n straight and true, spilling cable as it flew. It slammed up against\n the hull, and stuck there, fast to the battleship's flank. Quickly,", "Strike laid her gently in an acceleration chair and turned toward the\n control panel. His head was throbbing painfully as he broke the seal on\n the surge-circuit.", "Strike lowered his head to clear the arch of the flying-bridge\n bulkhead. Cob followed. He trailed his Captain through a jungle", "\"In the first place I seem to have an uncanny talent for saying the\n wrong thing to the wrong person. Gorman for example. And I take too", "\"Let me understand you, Ivy,\" said Strike in a flat voice. \"What you\n are suggesting is that I risk my ship and the lives of all of us trying", "\"That's very nice, Lieutenant,\" commented Cob drily. \"And I know that\n you've been very busy adjusting that gismo. But I seem to recall that", "\"Well, dammit, hold it still so I can!\" snapped Strike. He read the\n message and passed it to Ivy Hendricks with a shake of his head.", "Whitley's smile was expansive. \"Strike, I think you're going to like\n our old tin pot here.\" He patted the", "you're not fooling me. You've fallen for old Lover-Girl and you don't\n want to leave her. Ver-ry commendable. Loyal! Stout fellah! But what", "part of her design, the circuit was rebuilt ... and sealed. She became\n a workhorse, growing more cantankerous with each passing year. She" ], [ "More power. The whine changed to a shriek. A banshee wail.", "The girl's eyes were cold and unfriendly. \"Thank you, Captain.\" Her\n voice was like cracked ice tinkling in a glass. \"If I may have your", "The temperature stood at 140° and the air was bitter with the smell\n of hot metal. Ivy's blouse clung to her body, soaked through with", "She read it through and looked up exultantly. \"This is\nit\n! This is\n the chance I've been praying for, Strike!\"", "Whitley's smile was expansive. \"Strike, I think you're going to like\n our old tin pot here.\" He patted the", "Slowly he turned the rheostat. Relays chattered. From deep within\n old Lover-Girl's vitals came a low whine. He fed more power into the", "\"That's very nice, Lieutenant,\" commented Cob drily. \"And I know that\n you've been very busy adjusting that gismo. But I seem to recall that", "\"From such humble beginnings do great traditions grow. But something\n happened when I came into the picture. I don't fit with the rest of\n them. Call it luck or temperament or what have you.", "\"Have a look at this! Ye gods and little catfish! Read it!\"", "\"All right,\" said Strike, setting down his glass. \"What's on your mind,\n Cob? Something's eating you.\"", "perspiration. Sweat ran from her hair into her eyes and she gasped\n for breath in the oven hot compartment. Strike watched her with\n apprehension.", "\"Let me understand you, Ivy,\" said Strike in a flat voice. \"What you\n are suggesting is that I risk my ship and the lives of all of us trying", "with tipsy satisfaction. He stared out at the Martian night beyond the\n broad windows and back again at Strike. His frown was puzzled.", "Cob's voice came through the squawk-box, soberly. \"Strike, Celia's\n fainted down here. We can't take much more of this heat.\"", "Ivy's eyes snapped angrily. \"That's not what I meant, and you know it!\n I mean this!\" She touched the red-sealed surge-circuit rheostat.", "Swiftly, the fat, ungainly shape of old Aphrodisiac drew near. In her\n flying-bridge, Strike and Ivy Hendricks watched the stricken ships in\n the darkened viewport.", "space, a reluctant admiration was replacing the resentment between\n them. Ivy spent whatever time she could spare tinkering with her\n father's pet surge-circuit and Strike began to realize that there was", "Strike laid her gently in an acceleration chair and turned toward the\n control panel. His head was throbbing painfully as he broke the seal on\n the surge-circuit.", "\"Well, dammit, hold it still so I can!\" snapped Strike. He read the\n message and passed it to Ivy Hendricks with a shake of his head.", "circuit. Cadmium rods slipped into lead sheaths decks below in the\n tube-rooms. The whining rose in pitch. The spinning of the ships in" ], [ "The girl's eyes were cold and unfriendly. \"Thank you, Captain.\" Her\n voice was like cracked ice tinkling in a glass. \"If I may have your", "\"Tell me, Captain,\" continued Cob curiously, \"how does it happen\n that you of all people happened to draw this tub for a command? I\n thought....\"", "Cob's face was sober, but hidden amusement was kindling behind his\n eyes. \"Captain, may I present Lieutenant Hendricks? Lieutenant\nI-vy\nHendricks?\"", "ships. And, if I know Captain Varni on the\nLachesis\n, he won't let go\n that line even if he fries himself.\"", "\"Well,\" Cob ran a hand over his chin speculatively, \"I know Gorman's\n a prize stinker ... but you were in command of the", "\"I begin to see what you mean, Captain.\"\n\n\n \"Strike's the name, Cob.\"", "\"Uh ... welcome aboard, Miss Hendricks,\" was all the Captain could find\n to say.", "\"Yes, Captain.\"", "Senior Lieutenant Coburn Whitley—\"Cob\" to his friends—nodded in\n agreement. \"That's our Lover-Girl ... old Aphrodisiac herself. The ship", "\"That's very nice, Lieutenant,\" commented Cob drily. \"And I know that\n you've been very busy adjusting that gismo. But I seem to recall that", "Strike lowered his head to clear the arch of the flying-bridge\n bulkhead. Cob followed. He trailed his Captain through a jungle", "The other officers of the\nT.R.S. Aphrodite\nwere in conference with\n the Captain when Cob and the girl at his side reached the flying", "The girl's voice was even colder than before as she said, \"Harlan\n Hendricks, Captain, is my father.\"", "\"And now you, Miss Hendricks.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, Captain?\" Her voice was low.\n\n\n \"Take over Control ... and Ivy....\"\n\n\n \"Yes?\"", "Cob nodded agreement. \"The last of her class.\"\nAnd she was not an inspiring sight. The fantastically misnamed\nAphrodite", "The officers filed out and Cob Whitley stuck his head into the room.\n \"Captain?\"\n\n\n \"Come in, Cob.\" Strike's dark brows knit at the sight of the uniformed\n girl in the doorway.", "\"From such humble beginnings do great traditions grow. But something\n happened when I came into the picture. I don't fit with the rest of\n them. Call it luck or temperament or what have you.", "Strike looked blankly at the girl.\n\n\n \"Our new E/O, Captain,\" prompted Whitley.", "trained men. Father told them that! And I'm trained! I can take her in\n and save those ships!\" Her expression turned to one of disgust. \"Or are\n you afraid?\"", "\"In the first place I seem to have an uncanny talent for saying the\n wrong thing to the wrong person. Gorman for example. And I take too" ], [ "\"Have a look at this! Ye gods and little catfish! Read it!\"", "She read it through and looked up exultantly. \"This is\nit\n! This is\n the chance I've been praying for, Strike!\"", "\"Let me understand you, Ivy,\" said Strike in a flat voice. \"What you\n are suggesting is that I risk my ship and the lives of all of us trying", "\"In the first place I seem to have an uncanny talent for saying the\n wrong thing to the wrong person. Gorman for example. And I take too", "\"Frankly, Ivy, I haven't enough sense to be afraid. But are you so\n certain that we can pull this off? If I make a mistake this time ...\n it'll be the last. For all of us.\"", "you're not fooling me. You've fallen for old Lover-Girl and you don't\n want to leave her. Ver-ry commendable. Loyal! Stout fellah! But what", "Cob nodded agreement. \"The last of her class.\"\nAnd she was not an inspiring sight. The fantastically misnamed\nAphrodite", "\"From such humble beginnings do great traditions grow. But something\n happened when I came into the picture. I don't fit with the rest of\n them. Call it luck or temperament or what have you.", "\"Well, dammit, hold it still so I can!\" snapped Strike. He read the\n message and passed it to Ivy Hendricks with a shake of his head.", "trained men. Father told them that! And I'm trained! I can take her in\n and save those ships!\" Her expression turned to one of disgust. \"Or are\n you afraid?\"", "Senior Lieutenant Coburn Whitley—\"Cob\" to his friends—nodded in\n agreement. \"That's our Lover-Girl ... old Aphrodisiac herself. The ship", "know\nwe can! My\n father designed this ship! I know every rivet of her! Those idiots off\n Callisto didn't know what they were doing. These ships needed specially", "ships. And, if I know Captain Varni on the\nLachesis\n, he won't let go\n that line even if he fries himself.\"", "Aphrodite's\nnether belly\n affectionately. \"She's old ... but she's loose. And we're not likely to", "\"We can do it,\" said Ivy Hendricks simply.\n\n\n Strike turned to Cob. \"What do you say, Cob? Shall we make it hotter in\n here?\"", "wouldn't find it out anyway. I come from a long line of very sharp\n operators. Seven generations of officers and gentlemen. Lousy with\n tradition.", "He returned her gaze sourly. \"For Gorman to fall into the sun? I recall\n I said something of the sort myself, but there are other men on those", "Strike cursed Space Admiral Gorman and all his ancestors with a wealth\n of feeling. Then he motioned wearily to his companion, and together\n they sloshed through the mud toward the ancient monitor.", "The girl's eyes were cold and unfriendly. \"Thank you, Captain.\" Her\n voice was like cracked ice tinkling in a glass. \"If I may have your", "\"Never thought of that,\" mused Cob. For a long while he was silent;\n then he pulled out an address book and leafed through until he came to\n the pages marked \"Canalopolis, Mars.\"" ], [ "She read it through and looked up exultantly. \"This is\nit\n! This is\n the chance I've been praying for, Strike!\"", "you're not fooling me. You've fallen for old Lover-Girl and you don't\n want to leave her. Ver-ry commendable. Loyal! Stout fellah! But what", "nodded. \"That's the story. Lift ship in....\" He glanced at his wrist\n chronograph, \"... in an hour and five.\"", "\"... and that's about the story. We are to jet within 28,000,000 miles", "The girl's eyes were cold and unfriendly. \"Thank you, Captain.\" Her\n voice was like cracked ice tinkling in a glass. \"If I may have your", "\"From such humble beginnings do great traditions grow. But something\n happened when I came into the picture. I don't fit with the rest of\n them. Call it luck or temperament or what have you.", "Cob nodded agreement. \"The last of her class.\"\nAnd she was not an inspiring sight. The fantastically misnamed\nAphrodite", "\"Let me understand you, Ivy,\" said Strike in a flat voice. \"What you\n are suggesting is that I risk my ship and the lives of all of us trying", "Whitley's smile was expansive. \"Strike, I think you're going to like\n our old tin pot here.\" He patted the", "\"We can do it,\" said Ivy Hendricks simply.\n\n\n Strike turned to Cob. \"What do you say, Cob? Shall we make it hotter in\n here?\"", "She nodded silently and took her place at the control panel. Smoothly\n she turned old Aphrodisiac's nose sunward....", "\"And now you, Miss Hendricks.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, Captain?\" Her voice was low.\n\n\n \"Take over Control ... and Ivy....\"\n\n\n \"Yes?\"", "\"That's about all there is to tell you. As soon as our rather\n leisurely E/O gets here, we can jet with Aunt Nelly's postcard.\" He", "\"Ivy?\"\n\n\n Cob looked away. \"I thought that you and she ... well, I thought that\n when we got back ... well....\"", "\"Frankly, Ivy, I haven't enough sense to be afraid. But are you so\n certain that we can pull this off? If I make a mistake this time ...\n it'll be the last. For all of us.\"", "The temperature stood at 140° and the air was bitter with the smell\n of hot metal. Ivy's blouse clung to her body, soaked through with", "\"Don't kill us off.\" He smiled down at her.", "Strike sighed. \"Well, now, Cob, I'll tell you. You'll be spacing with\n me and I guess you've a right to know the worst ... not that you", "with tipsy satisfaction. He stared out at the Martian night beyond the\n broad windows and back again at Strike. His frown was puzzled.", "\"Never thought of that,\" mused Cob. For a long while he was silent;\n then he pulled out an address book and leafed through until he came to\n the pages marked \"Canalopolis, Mars.\"" ] ]

[ "What does the article posit as the main factor leading to humans running faster and faster over time (as measured in athletic events)?", "The author says, \"After all, as biomechanical machines with a standard set of parts, humans should be subject to the same limitations we in, say, automobiles. How come they aren't?\" What is a good answer to this question based on the article?", "According to the article, why do Africans dominate long distance running events these days?", "What genetic influences on running speed does the author identify?", "What did the Chinese do to help dispell the idea that racial differences determined racing speed?", "According to the author, how does the availability of better health care impact running speed?", "According to the author, the age of onset of girls' periods is an indicator of improved diet, one factor in the improved health conditions correlated with humans running faster. That being the case, what group might be expected not to have had much improvement in their athletic performance in the last hundred or so years, based on what happened to their age of onset of periods during that time?", "What does the author offer to refute the notion that the best current athletes will produce even better athletes in future generations?", "What does the author put forward as the main reason why British athletes win fewer Olympic medals than at the beginning of the 20th century?", "What practicial limit did Thoroughbreds bump into which has help stalled the speed gains they made during the 19th and early 20th centuries?" ]

[ [ "Humans try harder when there is a goal, and now that there is so much money to be had from sponsorships, athletes just try harder to compete for the money.", "Being raised under conditions that allow humans to get a lot closer to their genetic performance potential.", "A lot more athletes use steroids as part of their training regimes now, legally or illegally. Same reason why some baseball players hit more home runs.", "Natural selection is at work here. The athletes are self-selected, but these improved genes are passed down as the foundation for the next generation." ], [ "They are subject to the same limits, just not the same quality control.", "Actually, they are subject to biomechanical limitations imposed by factors like the speed at which the lungs can exchange oxygen. It's just that to date, that is not what is capping human performance potential.", "It is specifically untrue that humans have a standard set of parts. There is as much variation in human anatomical details that affect running as in the difference between a Chevy truck and a race car.", "Unlike inorganic automobile parts, the human machine can be improved without replacing any of its parts." ], [ "Because African tribes have always held competitions during which the fastest men get the best-looking women as wives, and then they pass on their good genes.", "Because Africans are more willing to suffer than other races, and running a marathon is all about triumphing over physical suffering.", "Because since childhood, African children have had to run a long way from their homes to their schools, so they have the most practice at distance running.", "Because, living in the bush, they have to escape lions and other predators, so natural selection pressure has made them faster." ], [ "The author is focused on differences in \"nurture\" and doesn't believe that there are any examples of differences in \"nature\" (genes).", "Body type matters. If you are not born an ectomorph, a genetically controlled body type, you will not be able to run fast over long distances.", "He calls out abnormal genetic conditions that would impede speed, and also references the effect of mixing races in producing \"hybrid vigor.\"", "Secretariat had an abnormally large heart. As with horses, people born with genetically larger hearts can run faster and longer." ], [ "The Chinese conducted extremely effective selection events. With a billion people, they were well-positioned to find more good runners if they just looked.", "They divided one thousand people into two groups. One group got only the traditional Chinese diet and health care, the other group got every modern advance and a good diet. They got faster runners from the \"good care\" group.", "China doesn't just consist of one race, and their Olympic team members do well from all the Chinese races such as the Mongolians, Uigars, Tibetans and Mandarins.", "Starting from nothing, they dramatically improved the performance of their women distance event competitors by improving their training, to rank fourth in medals won in the Olympics of the early 1990s." ], [ "Better health care allows athletes to come back from injuries that would formerly have ended their careers.", "Disease prevention and good nutrition throughout childhood and young adulthood prevent an accumulation of small, barely noticeable permanent effects left behind by diseases and any periods of malnutrition.", "Better health care means people have more access to doctors, and more access to doctors means more opportunities for access to performance-enhancing drugs.", "The author points out that when you are healthy more often, you can train more, thus you get faster." ], [ "The upper crust of society, people who already and always had enough money to remain well-fed, and therefore already performed better, and did not stand to gain as the general level of nutrition improved.", "People who experienced cycles of good and bad fortune would have only benefited a little from society's improved health conditions.", "People of average economic circumstances have continued to have average economic circumstances, therefore their health did not improve, and athletes from this social stratum have not improved.", "Girls were not allowed to compete in athletic events at the time, so no one really knows whether improving nutrition helped their speed." ], [ "Doubling up on the genes of elite athletes often leads to unexpected genetic diseases and extremes of musculature that impede athletic performance.", "The human generational cycle of 20-30 years is too long for us to know yet what happens when elite athletes reproduce. It will take hundreds of years to find out.", "Most athletes don't marry other athletes, so we rarely see top athletes' genes combined in their children, except for Andre Agassi and Steffi Graf - and they aren't runners.", "Athletes have to train so hard for so long that they don't produce very many offspring, which is not a successful strategy for spreading their genetic material." ], [ "As the British Empire gradually collapsed, Great Britain became less wealthy, and competing in the Olympics is expensive.", "The British have been weakened by the introduction of many, many foreigners into the UK.", "The British lost their toughness, and hence their athletic advantage, when life got too easy for them.", "The number of countries and number of athletes competing has risen dramatically over time. There is a much bigger pool of potential winners." ], [ "Creating horses that were strong but lightly built ran into trouble at the point when the horses bones were so fragile that a lot of horses started breaking down during races.", "The limits of oxygen change were reached, as proved by a series of very clever experiments involving a Thoroughbred and a treadmill.", "Horses could not get enough oxygen in and out of their lungs, which caused them to bleed. Performance improvement stopped when Lasix was banned in Britain.", "The entire population of Thoroughbreds traces back to just three stallions - The Godolphin Arabian, Byerly Turk and the Darley Arabian. The horses are so inbred now that they have a multitude of genetic problems that drag down their performance." ] ]

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[ "In his solitude, who did Bo consider more than once to be his companions?", "What did these companions from his solitude think of Bo in return?", "What is one thing that Bo takes solace in when he knows he is being hunted by the other man?", "What is the fate of Bo's partner?", "Why does Bo say that rockhounds will never become rich?", "Bo has always felt inferior to others intellectually. How does Johnny try to convince him that that he is wrong?", "What does Bo profess attracts him to the doctor?", "How does the enemy ultimately end up wounding Bo?", "Why would Bo not be allowed to take a ship back to Earth by himself?", "How does Lundgard end up getting left behind and needing a companion back to Earth?" ]

[ [ "The bugs that would come out after dark.", "The people he made up in his head.", "The stars.", "His lonely thoughts." ], [ "They thought nothing of him at all.", "They felt sorry for him.", "They were mildly entertained by him.", "They were deathly afraid of him." ], [ "Bo knows that he can beat the man if the man comes at him in a fair fight.", "Once the man catches and kills him, then he can stop being lonely.", "The area where he awaits the man's arrival is vast, so the man might not find him.", "He knows he can kill the man first if he has the chance." ], [ "He is murdered over a woman.", "The man who is hunting Bo gets them confused and kills the partner instead.", "He is sent to a different planet to work on a different mission.", "He falls in love and gets married." ], [ "He says that they spend their money on women rather than saving it.", "He says that they spend all of their money.", "He does not say that at all because he is aware that they make a lot of money.", "He knows that the government takes huge taxes from their wages." ], [ "Bo had to prove himself in many different ways to get where he is, which shows much intelligence.", "Johnny reminds Bo that being modest shows signs of intelligence.", "Bo is much smarter than Johnny, so he must be pretty bright.", "Bo had to outsmart many men in order to stay alive as long as he has." ], [ "He is attracted to her intelligence.", "He knows she has feelings for him, and that is a turn-on to him.", "He is not attracted to her at all.", "Her unconventional beauty." ], [ "He pushes him off of the edge of the meteor, and that causes Bo to drift off into space", "He shoots Bo.", "He throws a knife and stabs Bo in the back.", "He sneaks up behind him and attacks him." ], [ "The job is simply too big for one person, as it takes multiple people to perform the necessary functions of the ship.", "He can, as it technically only takes one person to pilot a ship back to Earth.", "It is a safety issue.", "It is against regulations because they do not want the loan person to go insane due to a lack of companionship." ], [ "He was waiting behind to try to kill Johnny.", "He basically \"took one for the team\" for his last crew, as he made a mistake, causing them to need to leave one person behind. He volunteered to stay.", "He is a criminal on the run, and he had not found a way to escape to Earth yet.", "He stayed behind for a woman, but their relationship dissolved." ] ]

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[ [ "had been alone among them before; he had almost thought them friends.\n Sometimes, on a long watch, a man found himself talking to Vega or", "Bo sighed, feeling a bit lonesome. If he wasn't going to make a night\n of it, there was no point in drinking heavily. He had to make the final", "Born, spewed out of an iron womb into a hollowness of stars and cold,\n to lie on naked rock while the enemy hunted him. Bo shuddered and\n wanted to scream again.", "Since coming here, on commission from the Lunar lab, to bring her\n home, Bo Jonsson had given her an occasional wistful thought. He liked", "Bo Jonsson's tongue was dry and thick in his mouth. He wanted to\n find his enemy and give up, buy existence at whatever price it would", "Bo's mind wavered back toward life. He opened the valves wide on his\n tanks, and his thermostatic capacitors pumped heat back into him. For", "drinks. Bo was larger and heavier than most spacemen—he'd never have\n gotten his certificate before the ion drive came in—and was usually\n content to let others talk while he listened. A placid blond giant,", "and spent his time while waiting for Bo in swapping dirty limericks\n with the tech. He had some good ones.", "Bo relaxed against the thrust, thinking of Achilles falling away behind\n them. \"So long,\" he whispered. \"So long, Johnny.\"\nIII", "He had never felt so alone as now, when another man was on the asteroid\n with him, hunting him down.", "Bo chuckled. The Company consisted of (a) the\nSirius\n; (b) her crew,", "Bo understood that kind of loyalty. You couldn't travel space without\n men who had it.", "Bo clamped his teeth together, as if he would grip consciousness in\n his jaws. His hands felt cold and heavy, the hands of a stranger, as", "Bo didn't care the first day. He had taken Johnny out to Helmet Hill\n and laid him in the barren ground to wait, unchanging now, till", "where Guardsmen come in trios. But Johnny Malone liked it, and talked\n Bo Jonsson into going there for a final spree before checkoff and\n departure. \"Nothing to compare,\" he insisted. \"Every place else is", "\"We're both lucky, I guess.\" Lundgard chuckled. His English had only\n the slightest trace of accent, less than Bo's. \"I thought I was stashed\n here too for the next several months.\"", "\"Because I am one at heart. Look, Bo, why don't you get over that\n inferiority complex of yours? A man can't run a spaceship without", "Stillness answered him. He gulped a heavy lungful of tainted air\n and rose. The other might be miles away yet, or perhaps very close,", "them, he did not exist, and they would shine carelessly long after he\n was gone into night.", "Bo went at his share of the job doggedly, checking and re-checking\n before giving the problem to the machine; Lundgard breezed through it" ], [ "had been alone among them before; he had almost thought them friends.\n Sometimes, on a long watch, a man found himself talking to Vega or", "Since coming here, on commission from the Lunar lab, to bring her\n home, Bo Jonsson had given her an occasional wistful thought. He liked", "he didn't grate on Bo, they had been partners for several years now.", "Bo understood that kind of loyalty. You couldn't travel space without\n men who had it.", "Bo chuckled. The Company consisted of (a) the\nSirius\n; (b) her crew,", "and spent his time while waiting for Bo in swapping dirty limericks\n with the tech. He had some good ones.", "Bo didn't care the first day. He had taken Johnny out to Helmet Hill\n and laid him in the barren ground to wait, unchanging now, till", "\"We're both lucky, I guess.\" Lundgard chuckled. His English had only\n the slightest trace of accent, less than Bo's. \"I thought I was stashed\n here too for the next several months.\"", "Bo's mind wavered back toward life. He opened the valves wide on his\n tanks, and his thermostatic capacitors pumped heat back into him. For", "Bo Jonsson's tongue was dry and thick in his mouth. He wanted to\n find his enemy and give up, buy existence at whatever price it would", "Born, spewed out of an iron womb into a hollowness of stars and cold,\n to lie on naked rock while the enemy hunted him. Bo shuddered and\n wanted to scream again.", "Bo relaxed against the thrust, thinking of Achilles falling away behind\n them. \"So long,\" he whispered. \"So long, Johnny.\"\nIII", "\"Hadn't you heard?\" asked Bo. He found it hard to believe she could\n be ignorant, here where everybody's life was known to everybody else.\n \"Johnny's dead. We can't leave.\"", "Bo sighed, feeling a bit lonesome. If he wasn't going to make a night\n of it, there was no point in drinking heavily. He had to make the final", "them, he did not exist, and they would shine carelessly long after he\n was gone into night.", "drinks. Bo was larger and heavier than most spacemen—he'd never have\n gotten his certificate before the ion drive came in—and was usually\n content to let others talk while he listened. A placid blond giant,", "where Guardsmen come in trios. But Johnny Malone liked it, and talked\n Bo Jonsson into going there for a final spree before checkoff and\n departure. \"Nothing to compare,\" he insisted. \"Every place else is", "Bo sat for a moment thinking about her. Valeria McKittrick was worth\n considering. She wasn't beautiful in any conventional sense but she was", "Bo shook his head and watched his partner move off, swift in the puny\n gravity—the Last Chance didn't centrifuge like some of the tommicker", "Stillness answered him. He gulped a heavy lungful of tainted air\n and rose. The other might be miles away yet, or perhaps very close," ], [ "Born, spewed out of an iron womb into a hollowness of stars and cold,\n to lie on naked rock while the enemy hunted him. Bo shuddered and\n wanted to scream again.", "Bo Jonsson's tongue was dry and thick in his mouth. He wanted to\n find his enemy and give up, buy existence at whatever price it would", "Bo relaxed against the thrust, thinking of Achilles falling away behind\n them. \"So long,\" he whispered. \"So long, Johnny.\"\nIII", "Bo didn't care the first day. He had taken Johnny out to Helmet Hill\n and laid him in the barren ground to wait, unchanging now, till", "He had never felt so alone as now, when another man was on the asteroid\n with him, hunting him down.", "\"We're both lucky, I guess.\" Lundgard chuckled. His English had only\n the slightest trace of accent, less than Bo's. \"I thought I was stashed\n here too for the next several months.\"", "Darkness and the chill glitter of stars. Bo Jonsson crouched on a\n whirling speck of stone and waited for the man who was coming to kill\n him.", "Bo clamped his teeth together, as if he would grip consciousness in\n his jaws. His hands felt cold and heavy, the hands of a stranger, as", "Stillness answered him. He gulped a heavy lungful of tainted air\n and rose. The other might be miles away yet, or perhaps very close,", "Bo had seen death before. That needle wasn't anesthetic, it was poison.\n He knelt in the riot with Johnny's body in his arms.\nII", "Bo's mind wavered back toward life. He opened the valves wide on his\n tanks, and his thermostatic capacitors pumped heat back into him. For", "Let's face it\n, he told himself.\nYou're scared. You're scared\n sweatless.\nHe wondered if he had spoken it aloud.", "skulk around, hide ... and suffocate when his tanked air gave out. He\n had to be a hunter, too, and track down the other man, before he died.", "\"Because I am one at heart. Look, Bo, why don't you get over that\n inferiority complex of yours? A man can't run a spaceship without", "\"Hadn't you heard?\" asked Bo. He found it hard to believe she could\n be ignorant, here where everybody's life was known to everybody else.\n \"Johnny's dead. We can't leave.\"", "Bo went at his share of the job doggedly, checking and re-checking\n before giving the problem to the machine; Lundgard breezed through it", "A spaceman, that. Knows how to handle himself in low-gee.\nIt was the\n only clear thought which ran in the sudden storm of Bo's head.", "he jumped high he could be riddled as he fell slowly down again. Sweat\n was cold on his body. He squinted, trying to see where the shot had\n come from.", "Suddenly he was zigzagging off across the plain toward the nearest\n edge. Another bullet pocked the ground near him. The sun rose, a tiny\n heatless dazzle blinding in his eyes.", "where Guardsmen come in trios. But Johnny Malone liked it, and talked\n Bo Jonsson into going there for a final spree before checkoff and\n departure. \"Nothing to compare,\" he insisted. \"Every place else is" ], [ "Bo had seen death before. That needle wasn't anesthetic, it was poison.\n He knelt in the riot with Johnny's body in his arms.\nII", "Bo relaxed against the thrust, thinking of Achilles falling away behind\n them. \"So long,\" he whispered. \"So long, Johnny.\"\nIII", "Bo shook his head and watched his partner move off, swift in the puny\n gravity—the Last Chance didn't centrifuge like some of the tommicker", "\"Hadn't you heard?\" asked Bo. He found it hard to believe she could\n be ignorant, here where everybody's life was known to everybody else.\n \"Johnny's dead. We can't leave.\"", "Bo didn't care the first day. He had taken Johnny out to Helmet Hill\n and laid him in the barren ground to wait, unchanging now, till", "he didn't grate on Bo, they had been partners for several years now.", "Bo Jonsson's tongue was dry and thick in his mouth. He wanted to\n find his enemy and give up, buy existence at whatever price it would", "\"We're both lucky, I guess.\" Lundgard chuckled. His English had only\n the slightest trace of accent, less than Bo's. \"I thought I was stashed\n here too for the next several months.\"", "Bo shrugged, not caring much. \"I'll circulate an ad if you want, but—\"\n\n\n \"Do so, please. Let me know.\" She switched off.", "Born, spewed out of an iron womb into a hollowness of stars and cold,\n to lie on naked rock while the enemy hunted him. Bo shuddered and\n wanted to scream again.", "Bo went at his share of the job doggedly, checking and re-checking\n before giving the problem to the machine; Lundgard breezed through it", "Bo's mind wavered back toward life. He opened the valves wide on his\n tanks, and his thermostatic capacitors pumped heat back into him. For", "Bo chuckled. The Company consisted of (a) the\nSirius\n; (b) her crew,", "miracle found an empty booth. Bo squeezed his bulk into one side of the\n cubicle while Johnny, squinting through a reeking smoke-haze, dialed", "and spent his time while waiting for Bo in swapping dirty limericks\n with the tech. He had some good ones.", "Bo sighed, feeling a bit lonesome. If he wasn't going to make a night\n of it, there was no point in drinking heavily. He had to make the final", "Bo clamped his teeth together, as if he would grip consciousness in\n his jaws. His hands felt cold and heavy, the hands of a stranger, as", "Stillness answered him. He gulped a heavy lungful of tainted air\n and rose. The other might be miles away yet, or perhaps very close,", "might get too tired at the critical moments. Bo knew he wouldn't be\n allowed to leave Achilles without a certified partner, and unemployed\n spacemen available for immediate hiring are found once in a Venusian", "\"Your ticket will be refunded, of course,\" said Bo heavily. \"But you\n aren't certified, and the\nSirius\nis licensed for no less than two\n operators.\"" ], [ "\"Everything's expensive here,\" said Bo mildly. \"That's why so few\n rockhounds get rich. They make a lot of money, but they have to spend\n it just as fast to stay alive.\"", "rockhound dreaming of the day when his stake is big enough for him to\n start out on his own—a race of individualists, rough and noisy and\n jealous, but living under iron rules of hospitality and rescue.", "permanent boom town atmosphere. Even though a spaceship and equipment\n represent a large investment, this is one of the last strongholds of\n genuinely private enterprise: the prospector, the mine owner, the", "\"Because I am one at heart. Look, Bo, why don't you get over that\n inferiority complex of yours? A man can't run a spaceship without", "Bo stood unmoving an instant, fighting the impulse to leap away. He was\n a spaceman, not a rockhound; he wasn't used to this environment, and if", "\"Hadn't you heard?\" asked Bo. He found it hard to believe she could\n be ignorant, here where everybody's life was known to everybody else.\n \"Johnny's dead. We can't leave.\"", "qualified as engineer, astronaut, pilot, and any other of the thousand\n professions which have run into one. They registered articles and shook\n hands on it. \"Call me Bo. It really is my name ... Swedish.\"", "Born, spewed out of an iron womb into a hollowness of stars and cold,\n to lie on naked rock while the enemy hunted him. Bo shuddered and\n wanted to scream again.", "\"I don't, Johnny,\" said Bo. \"I'll just nurse a beer.\" It wasn't morals\n so much as fastidiousness; he'd wait till they hit Luna.", "\"Take us a while to get back,\" warned Bo. \"We're going to stop off at\n another asteroid to pick up some automatic equipment, and won't go into", "Bo kept on sipping slowly. \"Johnny,\" he said, raising his voice to cut\n through the din, \"you're an educated man. I never could figure out why\n you want to talk like a jumper.\"", "\"Oh, yes. I had some fool idea about settling but soon learned better.\n I tried to farm, but when you have to carve your own land out of\n howling desert—Well, let's start some math, shall we?\"", "\"Oh, yes. Are you looking for a spaceman? I heard your ad and I'm\n available.\"\n\n\n Bo felt his mouth gape open. \"Huh? I never thought—\"", "trying to build a private hoard; some day, he'd retire and get married\n and build a house. He already had the site picked out, on Kullen", "\"Your ticket will be refunded, of course,\" said Bo heavily. \"But you\n aren't certified, and the\nSirius\nis licensed for no less than two\n operators.\"", "Suddenly the world came to an end. There was a sheer drop-off onto the\n next face of the rough cube which was the asteroid. Bo lay on his belly", "\"We're both lucky, I guess.\" Lundgard chuckled. His English had only\n the slightest trace of accent, less than Bo's. \"I thought I was stashed\n here too for the next several months.\"", "drinks. Bo was larger and heavier than most spacemen—he'd never have\n gotten his certificate before the ion drive came in—and was usually\n content to let others talk while he listened. A placid blond giant,", "Bo Jonsson's tongue was dry and thick in his mouth. He wanted to\n find his enemy and give up, buy existence at whatever price it would", "Bo Jonsson looked at the wrench in his hand. It was long and massive,\n it would have been heavy on Earth, but it was hardly enough to unscrew" ], [ "Bo kept on sipping slowly. \"Johnny,\" he said, raising his voice to cut\n through the din, \"you're an educated man. I never could figure out why\n you want to talk like a jumper.\"", "\"Hadn't you heard?\" asked Bo. He found it hard to believe she could\n be ignorant, here where everybody's life was known to everybody else.\n \"Johnny's dead. We can't leave.\"", "Bo relaxed against the thrust, thinking of Achilles falling away behind\n them. \"So long,\" he whispered. \"So long, Johnny.\"\nIII", "Bo had seen death before. That needle wasn't anesthetic, it was poison.\n He knelt in the riot with Johnny's body in his arms.\nII", "Bo didn't care the first day. He had taken Johnny out to Helmet Hill\n and laid him in the barren ground to wait, unchanging now, till", "Johnny made some reply. Bo heaved up his form and strode toward the\n discussion, casually picking up anyone in the way and setting him\n aside. Johnny liked a fight, but this Venusian was big.", "\"Because I am one at heart. Look, Bo, why don't you get over that\n inferiority complex of yours? A man can't run a spaceship without", "Johnny was from Luna City himself: a small, dark man with the quick\n nervous movements and dipped accent of that roaring commercial", "miracle found an empty booth. Bo squeezed his bulk into one side of the\n cubicle while Johnny, squinting through a reeking smoke-haze, dialed", "That was when it happened. Bo saw the little needler spit from the\n Venusian's fingers. Johnny stood there a moment, looking foolishly at", "where Guardsmen come in trios. But Johnny Malone liked it, and talked\n Bo Jonsson into going there for a final spree before checkoff and\n departure. \"Nothing to compare,\" he insisted. \"Every place else is", "\"I don't, Johnny,\" said Bo. \"I'll just nurse a beer.\" It wasn't morals\n so much as fastidiousness; he'd wait till they hit Luna.", "A sharp noise slashed through the haze of talk and music Bo looked up.\n There was a tall black haired man, Venusian to judge by his kilts,\n arguing with Johnny. His face was ugly with anger.", "command. But he couldn't do that. Even if the other man let him do it,\n which was doubtful, he couldn't. Johnny Malone was dead.", "Bo Jonsson's tongue was dry and thick in his mouth. He wanted to\n find his enemy and give up, buy existence at whatever price it would", "Bo clamped his teeth together, as if he would grip consciousness in\n his jaws. His hands felt cold and heavy, the hands of a stranger, as", "Born, spewed out of an iron womb into a hollowness of stars and cold,\n to lie on naked rock while the enemy hunted him. Bo shuddered and\n wanted to scream again.", "her, but Johnny had The Touch. He'd be bringing her back here in a few\n minutes.", "drinks. Bo was larger and heavier than most spacemen—he'd never have\n gotten his certificate before the ion drive came in—and was usually\n content to let others talk while he listened. A placid blond giant,", "places downtown. It was hard to push through the crowd without weight\n to help, but Johnny faded along and edged up to the girl with his\n highest-powered smile. There were several other men standing around" ], [ "\"Because I am one at heart. Look, Bo, why don't you get over that\n inferiority complex of yours? A man can't run a spaceship without", "qualified as engineer, astronaut, pilot, and any other of the thousand\n professions which have run into one. They registered articles and shook\n hands on it. \"Call me Bo. It really is my name ... Swedish.\"", "Since coming here, on commission from the Lunar lab, to bring her\n home, Bo Jonsson had given her an occasional wistful thought. He liked", "Bo had seen death before. That needle wasn't anesthetic, it was poison.\n He knelt in the riot with Johnny's body in his arms.\nII", "and a wench is what I need. Most especially the wench, because I don't\n think the eminent Dr. McKittrick is gonna be interested in sociability,\n and it's close quarters aboard the", "Bo Jonsson's tongue was dry and thick in his mouth. He wanted to\n find his enemy and give up, buy existence at whatever price it would", "drinks. Bo was larger and heavier than most spacemen—he'd never have\n gotten his certificate before the ion drive came in—and was usually\n content to let others talk while he listened. A placid blond giant,", "Bo didn't care the first day. He had taken Johnny out to Helmet Hill\n and laid him in the barren ground to wait, unchanging now, till", "Bo clamped his teeth together, as if he would grip consciousness in\n his jaws. His hands felt cold and heavy, the hands of a stranger, as", "Born, spewed out of an iron womb into a hollowness of stars and cold,\n to lie on naked rock while the enemy hunted him. Bo shuddered and\n wanted to scream again.", "\"We're both lucky, I guess.\" Lundgard chuckled. His English had only\n the slightest trace of accent, less than Bo's. \"I thought I was stashed\n here too for the next several months.\"", "\"Hadn't you heard?\" asked Bo. He found it hard to believe she could\n be ignorant, here where everybody's life was known to everybody else.\n \"Johnny's dead. We can't leave.\"", "Bo's mind wavered back toward life. He opened the valves wide on his\n tanks, and his thermostatic capacitors pumped heat back into him. For", "Bo sat for a moment thinking about her. Valeria McKittrick was worth\n considering. She wasn't beautiful in any conventional sense but she was", "and spent his time while waiting for Bo in swapping dirty limericks\n with the tech. He had some good ones.", "Bo kept on sipping slowly. \"Johnny,\" he said, raising his voice to cut\n through the din, \"you're an educated man. I never could figure out why\n you want to talk like a jumper.\"", "Bo stood unmoving an instant, fighting the impulse to leap away. He was\n a spaceman, not a rockhound; he wasn't used to this environment, and if", "Bo understood that kind of loyalty. You couldn't travel space without\n men who had it.", "Bo relaxed against the thrust, thinking of Achilles falling away behind\n them. \"So long,\" he whispered. \"So long, Johnny.\"\nIII", "\"Oh, yes. Are you looking for a spaceman? I heard your ad and I'm\n available.\"\n\n\n Bo felt his mouth gape open. \"Huh? I never thought—\"" ], [ "Bo relaxed against the thrust, thinking of Achilles falling away behind\n them. \"So long,\" he whispered. \"So long, Johnny.\"\nIII", "Born, spewed out of an iron womb into a hollowness of stars and cold,\n to lie on naked rock while the enemy hunted him. Bo shuddered and\n wanted to scream again.", "Bo had seen death before. That needle wasn't anesthetic, it was poison.\n He knelt in the riot with Johnny's body in his arms.\nII", "Bo Jonsson's tongue was dry and thick in his mouth. He wanted to\n find his enemy and give up, buy existence at whatever price it would", "That was when it happened. Bo saw the little needler spit from the\n Venusian's fingers. Johnny stood there a moment, looking foolishly at", "Bo didn't care the first day. He had taken Johnny out to Helmet Hill\n and laid him in the barren ground to wait, unchanging now, till", "he jumped high he could be riddled as he fell slowly down again. Sweat\n was cold on his body. He squinted, trying to see where the shot had\n come from.", "There was a knife in his back, it was white-hot and twisting between\n the ribs. He stumbled over the edge of the plain and fell, waking when\n his armor bounced a little against stone.", "And if he found his enemy, he would probably die anyway.", "Breath rattled in his throat as he turned his head. There was a white\n plume standing over his shoulder, air streaming out through the hole\n and freezing its moisture. The knife in him was not hot, it was cold\n with an ultimate cold.", "the dart in his stomach. Then his knees buckled and he fell with a\n nightmare slowness.", "Suddenly he was zigzagging off across the plain toward the nearest\n edge. Another bullet pocked the ground near him. The sun rose, a tiny\n heatless dazzle blinding in his eyes.", "Stillness answered him. He gulped a heavy lungful of tainted air\n and rose. The other might be miles away yet, or perhaps very close,", "A sharp noise slashed through the haze of talk and music Bo looked up.\n There was a tall black haired man, Venusian to judge by his kilts,\n arguing with Johnny. His face was ugly with anger.", "\"Hadn't you heard?\" asked Bo. He found it hard to believe she could\n be ignorant, here where everybody's life was known to everybody else.\n \"Johnny's dead. We can't leave.\"", "Bo clamped his teeth together, as if he would grip consciousness in\n his jaws. His hands felt cold and heavy, the hands of a stranger, as", "trickling of blood, but it was along his right side. The bullet must\n have spent most of its force punching through the armor, caromed off", "He was halfway across when the bullet came. He saw no flash, heard\n no crack, but suddenly the fissured land before him exploded in a", "the inside, scratched his ribs, and fallen dead. Next time he probably\n wouldn't be so lucky. A magnetic-driven .30 slug would go through\n a helmet, splashing brains as it passed.", "Stooping, awkward in the clumsy armor, he put the transparent plastic\n of his helmet to the ground. Its cold bit at him even through the\n insulating material. He might be able to hear the footsteps of his\n murderer conducted through the ground." ], [ "\"Your ticket will be refunded, of course,\" said Bo heavily. \"But you\n aren't certified, and the\nSirius\nis licensed for no less than two\n operators.\"", "\"Because I am one at heart. Look, Bo, why don't you get over that\n inferiority complex of yours? A man can't run a spaceship without", "\"Take us a while to get back,\" warned Bo. \"We're going to stop off at\n another asteroid to pick up some automatic equipment, and won't go into", "Bo understood that kind of loyalty. You couldn't travel space without\n men who had it.", "Bo stood unmoving an instant, fighting the impulse to leap away. He was\n a spaceman, not a rockhound; he wasn't used to this environment, and if", "while we got it would have carried Earth and Achilles past optimum\n position, which'd make the trip home that much more expensive. Since we\n had one more man aboard than really required, it was cheaper to leave", "might get too tired at the critical moments. Bo knew he wouldn't be\n allowed to leave Achilles without a certified partner, and unemployed\n spacemen available for immediate hiring are found once in a Venusian", "him behind; the difference in mass would make up for the fuel loss. I\n volunteered, even suggested the idea, because ... well, it happened\n during my watch, and even if nobody blamed me I couldn't help feeling", "Bo shook his head and watched his partner move off, swift in the puny\n gravity—the Last Chance didn't centrifuge like some of the tommicker", "Theoretically, one man can run a spaceship, but in practice two\n or three are required for non-military craft. This is not only an\n emergency reserve, but a preventive of emergencies, for one man alone", "drinks. Bo was larger and heavier than most spacemen—he'd never have\n gotten his certificate before the ion drive came in—and was usually\n content to let others talk while he listened. A placid blond giant,", "\"I don't, Johnny,\" said Bo. \"I'll just nurse a beer.\" It wasn't morals\n so much as fastidiousness; he'd wait till they hit Luna.", "A spaceman, that. Knows how to handle himself in low-gee.\nIt was the\n only clear thought which ran in the sudden storm of Bo's head.", "Bo nodded, for every spaceman knows exactly what every spaceship is\n doing at any given time. The\nDrake", "Born, spewed out of an iron womb into a hollowness of stars and cold,\n to lie on naked rock while the enemy hunted him. Bo shuddered and\n wanted to scream again.", "qualified as engineer, astronaut, pilot, and any other of the thousand\n professions which have run into one. They registered articles and shook\n hands on it. \"Call me Bo. It really is my name ... Swedish.\"", "\"Hadn't you heard?\" asked Bo. He found it hard to believe she could\n be ignorant, here where everybody's life was known to everybody else.\n \"Johnny's dead. We can't leave.\"", "Bo Jonsson looked at the wrench in his hand. It was long and massive,\n it would have been heavy on Earth, but it was hardly enough to unscrew", "\"The Company beamed a message: I'd stay here till their schedule\n permitted an undermanned ship to come by, but that wouldn't be for", "maybe months,\" went on Lundgard. \"I can't see sitting on this lump that\n long without so much as a chance at planetfall bonus. If you'll take me" ], [ "maybe months,\" went on Lundgard. \"I can't see sitting on this lump that\n long without so much as a chance at planetfall bonus. If you'll take me", "while we got it would have carried Earth and Achilles past optimum\n position, which'd make the trip home that much more expensive. Since we\n had one more man aboard than really required, it was cheaper to leave", "Since coming here, on commission from the Lunar lab, to bring her\n home, Bo Jonsson had given her an occasional wistful thought. He liked", "him behind; the difference in mass would make up for the fuel loss. I\n volunteered, even suggested the idea, because ... well, it happened\n during my watch, and even if nobody blamed me I couldn't help feeling", "clear brow. \"But you've got to get me back. I've engaged passage to\n Luna with you.\"", "He turned his head, feeling a great weariness, and looked at the\n gauges. This had cost him a lot of air. There was only about three\n hours worth left. Lundgard could kill him simply by waiting.", "overlooking the Sound, back on Earth. Man, but it was a long time since\n he'd been on Earth!", "\"We're both lucky, I guess.\" Lundgard chuckled. His English had only\n the slightest trace of accent, less than Bo's. \"I thought I was stashed\n here too for the next several months.\"", "Lundgard nodded. \"She did. It was the usual question of economics.\n You know what refined fuel water costs in the Belt; also, the delay", "He had never felt so alone as now, when another man was on the asteroid\n with him, hunting him down.", "might get too tired at the critical moments. Bo knew he wouldn't be\n allowed to leave Achilles without a certified partner, and unemployed\n spacemen available for immediate hiring are found once in a Venusian", "\"Another squarehead, eh?\" grinned Lundgard. \"I'm from South America\n myself.\"\n\n\n \"Notice a year's gap here,\" said Bo, pointing to the service record.\n \"On Venus.\"", "Slowly he forced himself to move. The thrust of his foot sent him\n up, looping over the cliff to drift down like a dead leaf in Earth's", "\"Because I am one at heart. Look, Bo, why don't you get over that\n inferiority complex of yours? A man can't run a spaceship without", "Suddenly the world came to an end. There was a sheer drop-off onto the\n next face of the rough cube which was the asteroid. Bo lay on his belly", "He moved with flat low-gee bounds. Besides the danger of springing off\n the asteroid entirely, there was its low acceleration to keep a man", "her three passengers up to her orbit, they embarked, settled down, and\n waited. At the proper time, acceleration jammed them back in a thunder\n of rockets.", "\"Take us a while to get back,\" warned Bo. \"We're going to stop off at\n another asteroid to pick up some automatic equipment, and won't go into", "he reached Luna. He was too slow and clumsy with words; his comforting\n hand would only break the old man's back. Old Malone had given six sons", "requirements, and got back columns of numbers: fuel requirements,\n acceleration times, orbital elements. The figures always had to be\n modified, no trip ever turned out just as predicted, but that could be" ] ]

[ "Why did Matheny want to leave the church?", "Why did Matheny feel guilty about Doran purchasing the ring?", "How many different Martian cons did Matheny speak of to Gus?", "Why was Matheny sent to find a conman from Earth?", "Why was the girl interested in Matheny?", "For Matheny, what was the hardest part about being on Earth?", "What effect did Earth's anti-gambling laws have on Mars?", "Why did Matheny not care about the chips he won?", "How did Peri help con Matheny out of his expense money?", "What did Matheny expect to happen when he went into the church?" ]

[ [ "He was thirsty", "He was no good at playing craps", "He was embarrassed", "He was not religious" ], [ "Doran had never even visited Mars", "It was a fake", "It was made a million years ago and too old for a gift", "It was a priceless artifact that should not be sold" ], [ "4", "3", "2", "1" ], [ "The Martians wanted to start conning Earth", "The Martians did not know what a con was", "The Martians were already making a lot of money conning Earth", "The Martians were already conning Earth but needed help making more money from cons" ], [ "He was exotic", "He was a college professor", "He had a large expense account", "He fought bushcats barehanded in a canal" ], [ "The higher gravity hurt his feet when he walked", "His outdated clothes embarrassed him", "The officials yelling at him upset him", "The thicker air was hard to breathe" ], [ "Gambling was not allowed on Mars", "Martians were not able to run a sweepstakes for Earthlings", "Earthlings were not allowed to gamble while on Mars", "Martians were not allowed to gamble while on Earth" ], [ "He felt out of place", "He was a rich man", "He wanted Doran to have the chips", "He didn't want to win money from a church" ], [ "We never find out for sure", "She went to dinner with him instead of Sastro", "She wore a wispy robe", "She got him drunk in the bar" ], [ "To gamble and win some money", "To play craps with loaded dice", "To sit for awhile and rest", "To play roulette until he figured out the wheel" ] ]

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[ [ "\"Oh—I see—excuse me, I, I, I—\" Matheny backed out of the crowd,\n shuddering. He looked around for some place to hide his burning ears.", "\"I—I'm not hungry,\" stammered Matheny. \"I just wanted to sit in—\"\n\n\n \"To your left, sir.\"", "\"Thanks,\" said Matheny, \"but, you see, I—we need—that is.... Oh,\n well. Thanks. Good-by.\"", "Matheny puffed smoke and looked around. His feet ached from the weight\n on them. Where could a man sit down? It was hard to make out any", "\"Whoof!\" Matheny sat down. The chair slithered sensuously about his\n contours. He jumped. \"What the dusty hell—Oh.\" He tried to grin, but\n his face burned. \"I see.\"", "\"I think—\" Doran removed the helmet and stood up.\n\n\n \"Yes?\" Matheny faced around, shivering with his own tension.", "\"No.\" Matheny realized his head was a bit smoky. The walls of the booth\n seemed odd, somehow. They were just leatheroid walls, but they had an\n odd quality.", "Matheny followed Doran past a sign announcing that this show was for\n purely artistic purposes, into a booth. There a soundproof curtain\n reduced the noise level enough so they could talk in normal voices.", "\"Oh,\" said Matheny.\nHe felt a certain guilt. Doran was too pleasant a little man to\n deserve—", "Matheny hesitated. If only he hadn't taken that last shot! It made him\n want to say yes, immediately, without reservations. And therefore maybe\n he became overcautious.", "While Matheny jittered about, shaving and showering and struggling with\n his new raiment, Doran kept him supplied with akvavit and beer.", "without being denied the pleasure of trying to bottom-deal some friend\n who was happily trying to mark the cards. Matheny would have found a\n few spins of roulette soothing: it was always an intellectual challenge", "Matheny felt his eloquence running down and grabbed for the second\n bottle of beer.", "\"Good idea. How about a drink? I know a bar downshaft.\"\n\n\n Matheny sighed. \"A drink is what I need the very most.\"", "\"I know.\" Matheny stared, embarrassed, at the carpet. \"I'm sorry\n to—to—I mean of course I trust you, but—\"", "cetera. That is just the way Earth is set up these days.\"\nMatheny's finger stabbed in the general direction of Doran's pajama", "\"Me?\" Matheny heard his voice climb to a schoolboy squeak. \"Me?", "My God\n, thought Matheny,\nhere I am, one solitary outlander in the\n greatest commercial empire the human race has ever seen, and I'm", "\"I do know,\" said Matheny. \"But we're poor—a handful of people trying\n to make a world of dust and sand and scrub thorn into fields and woods", "\"Yes. Yes, I am. M-my name's Peter Matheny. I, I—\" He stuck out his" ], [ "\"Oh,\" said Matheny.\nHe felt a certain guilt. Doran was too pleasant a little man to\n deserve—", "Matheny followed Doran past a sign announcing that this show was for\n purely artistic purposes, into a booth. There a soundproof curtain\n reduced the noise level enough so they could talk in normal voices.", "While Matheny jittered about, shaving and showering and struggling with\n his new raiment, Doran kept him supplied with akvavit and beer.", "\"I think—\" Doran removed the helmet and stood up.\n\n\n \"Yes?\" Matheny faced around, shivering with his own tension.", "Matheny found himself warming. Gus Doran was an authentic bobber. A\n hell of a swell chap. He explained modestly that he was a free-lance\n business consultant and it was barely possible that he could arrange\n some contacts....", "\"I know.\" Matheny stared, embarrassed, at the carpet. \"I'm sorry\n to—to—I mean of course I trust you, but—\"", "Matheny hesitated. If only he hadn't taken that last shot! It made him\n want to say yes, immediately, without reservations. And therefore maybe\n he became overcautious.", "cetera. That is just the way Earth is set up these days.\"\nMatheny's finger stabbed in the general direction of Doran's pajama", "\"My name's Doran. Gus Doran. Call me Gus.\"\n\n\n They walked back to the deaconette's booth and Matheny cashed what\n remained of his winnings.", "\"A con by any other name,\" said Matheny, pouring down an akvavit.\nDoran squinted through cigarette smoke. \"You are interesting me\n strangely, my friend. Say on.\"", "\"You said one thing, Pete,\" Doran remarked. \"About needing a\n slipstring. A con man, you would call it.\"\n\n\n \"Forget that. Please. I spoke out of turn.\"", "\"Look, Pete,\" said Doran patiently. \"She don't have to know that, does\n she?\"\n\n\n \"Well—well, no. I guess not No.\"", "\"Thanks,\" said Matheny, \"but, you see, I—we need—that is.... Oh,\n well. Thanks. Good-by.\"", "\"Ahhh!\" said Matheny. \"Bless you, my friend.\"\n\n\n \"A pleasure.\"\n\n\n \"But now you must let me buy you one.\"", "\"Oh—I see—excuse me, I, I, I—\" Matheny backed out of the crowd,\n shuddering. He looked around for some place to hide his burning ears.", "\"Whoof!\" Matheny sat down. The chair slithered sensuously about his\n contours. He jumped. \"What the dusty hell—Oh.\" He tried to grin, but\n his face burned. \"I see.\"", "without being denied the pleasure of trying to bottom-deal some friend\n who was happily trying to mark the cards. Matheny would have found a\n few spins of roulette soothing: it was always an intellectual challenge", "\"Me?\" Matheny heard his voice climb to a schoolboy squeak. \"Me?", "\"I see. Well, what are you having to drink?\"\n\n\n \"Beer,\" said Matheny without hesitation.\n\n\n \"Huh? Look, pal, this is on me.\"", "He would have liked to say it was his suggestion originally, but it\n would have been too presumptuous. He was talking to an Earthman, who\n had heard everything already.\n\n\n Doran whistled." ], [ "\"That's about all, so far,\" confessed Matheny. \"Perhaps a con is our\n only hope. I've been wondering, maybe we could organize a Martian", "\"Oh, it's simple enough,\" said Matheny. \"It's only that we already are\n operating con games.\"\n\n\n \"On Mars, you mean?\"", "\"Well, you see, maybe a man like that is just what Mars does need. And\n maybe I have got a few contacts.\"\n\n\n \"What?\" Matheny gaped out of the bathroom.", "\"What I really want,\" said Matheny, \"what I really want—I mean what\n Mars really needs, get me?—is a confidence man.\"\n\n\n \"A what?\"", "\"In this case, it helps to be at the far end of an interplanetary\n haul,\" said Matheny. \"Not many Terrestrial archeologists get to Mars\n and they depend on our people to—Well, anyhow—\"", "\"The only beer on Mars comes forty million miles, with interplanetary\n freight charges tacked on,\" said Matheny. \"Heineken's!\"\n\n\n Doran shrugged, dialed the dispenser and fed it coins.", "\"You're from Mars, aren't you?\" he asked in the friendliest tone\n Matheny had yet heard.", "\"A con by any other name,\" said Matheny, pouring down an akvavit.\nDoran squinted through cigarette smoke. \"You are interesting me\n strangely, my friend. Say on.\"", "see? This Martian is strictly from gone. He is here on official\n business, but he is a yokel and I do mean hayseed. Like he asked me", "They had instructed him on Mars to take chances if he must.\n\n\n \"I could tell you a thing or two that might give you a better idea,\" he\n said slowly. \"But it would have to be under security.\"", "\"\nAllez\n,\" said Matheny. \"If I don't mean\nallons\n, or maybe\nalors\n.\"", "\"Nonsense. Welcome to Earth! Care for a thyle and vermouth?\"\n\n\n Matheny shuddered. \"Good Lord, no!\"", "Matheny found himself warming. Gus Doran was an authentic bobber. A\n hell of a swell chap. He explained modestly that he was a free-lance\n business consultant and it was barely possible that he could arrange\n some contacts....", "customary form of challenge on Mars. Here, though, they simply pushed\n chips toward him. He missed a throw, as anyone would at home: simple\n courtesy. The next time around, he threw for a seven just to get the", "cetera. That is just the way Earth is set up these days.\"\nMatheny's finger stabbed in the general direction of Doran's pajama", "\"Of course,\" said Matheny bitterly. \"We offer the most liberal\n concessions in the Solar System. Any little mining company or transport", "apparently sopped up half the Atlantic Ocean. Ears trained to listen\n through the Martian atmosphere shuddered from the racket conducted by\n Earth's. The passport official seemed to bellow at him.", "He shrugged and gave the Martian a sidelong glance. \"Sure, you may not\n be interested. But if you are, well, Pete, I was not born yesterday. I", "\"Thanks,\" said Matheny, \"but, you see, I—we need—that is.... Oh,\n well. Thanks. Good-by.\"", "\"Yes. I told you we haven't any tourists. I was sent to hire a business\n manager for the Martian export trade.\"" ], [ "\"What I really want,\" said Matheny, \"what I really want—I mean what\n Mars really needs, get me?—is a confidence man.\"\n\n\n \"A what?\"", "\"Oh, it's simple enough,\" said Matheny. \"It's only that we already are\n operating con games.\"\n\n\n \"On Mars, you mean?\"", "\"That's about all, so far,\" confessed Matheny. \"Perhaps a con is our\n only hope. I've been wondering, maybe we could organize a Martian", "\"In this case, it helps to be at the far end of an interplanetary\n haul,\" said Matheny. \"Not many Terrestrial archeologists get to Mars\n and they depend on our people to—Well, anyhow—\"", "\"Well, you see, maybe a man like that is just what Mars does need. And\n maybe I have got a few contacts.\"\n\n\n \"What?\" Matheny gaped out of the bathroom.", "cetera. That is just the way Earth is set up these days.\"\nMatheny's finger stabbed in the general direction of Doran's pajama", "\"Nonsense. Welcome to Earth! Care for a thyle and vermouth?\"\n\n\n Matheny shuddered. \"Good Lord, no!\"", "\"A con by any other name,\" said Matheny, pouring down an akvavit.\nDoran squinted through cigarette smoke. \"You are interesting me\n strangely, my friend. Say on.\"", "\"Of course,\" said Matheny bitterly. \"We offer the most liberal\n concessions in the Solar System. Any little mining company or transport", "provokes no questions. But since you came on an official courier boat\n of your planet, Mr. Matheny, regulations force me to ask your business.\"", "\"There aren't many of us on Earth,\" agreed Matheny. \"Just a small\n embassy staff and an occasional like me.\"", "\"The best and slickest one on Earth, to operate a world-size con game\n for us and make us some real money.\"\n\n\n \"Con man? Oh. A slipstring.\"", "\"Okay by me. Room service can send us up an oath box right now.\"\n\n\n \"What? But—but—\" Matheny hung onto himself and tried to believe that\n he had landed on Earth less than six hours ago.", "\"Yes. I told you we haven't any tourists. I was sent to hire a business\n manager for the Martian export trade.\"", "My God\n, thought Matheny,\nhere I am, one solitary outlander in the\n greatest commercial empire the human race has ever seen, and I'm", "Matheny found himself warming. Gus Doran was an authentic bobber. A\n hell of a swell chap. He explained modestly that he was a free-lance\n business consultant and it was barely possible that he could arrange\n some contacts....", "Matheny followed Doran past a sign announcing that this show was for\n purely artistic purposes, into a booth. There a soundproof curtain\n reduced the noise level enough so they could talk in normal voices.", "\"We can't afford it,\" said Matheny. \"What with gravitation and\n distance, such voyages are much too expensive for us to make them for", "need, what we have to hire, is an executive who knows Earth, who's an\n Earthman himself. Let him tell us what will appeal to your people, and", "supposed to find my planet a con man!\nHe began walking, disconsolately, at random. His lizardskin shirt and\n black culottes drew glances, but derisive ones: their cut was forty" ], [ "\"Yes, and that calls to mind the Little Girl,\" said Matheny\n apologetically. \"She was another official project.\"\n\n\n \"Who?\"", "Matheny followed Doran past a sign announcing that this show was for\n purely artistic purposes, into a booth. There a soundproof curtain\n reduced the noise level enough so they could talk in normal voices.", "without being denied the pleasure of trying to bottom-deal some friend\n who was happily trying to mark the cards. Matheny would have found a\n few spins of roulette soothing: it was always an intellectual challenge", "\"Me?\" Matheny heard his voice climb to a schoolboy squeak. \"Me?", "\"Oh,\" said Matheny.\nHe felt a certain guilt. Doran was too pleasant a little man to\n deserve—", "\"Thanks,\" said Matheny, \"but, you see, I—we need—that is.... Oh,\n well. Thanks. Good-by.\"", "\"I know.\" Matheny stared, embarrassed, at the carpet. \"I'm sorry\n to—to—I mean of course I trust you, but—\"", "Matheny found himself warming. Gus Doran was an authentic bobber. A\n hell of a swell chap. He explained modestly that he was a free-lance\n business consultant and it was barely possible that he could arrange\n some contacts....", "\"Get your chips right here, sir,\" said the girl in the booth.\n\n\n \"Hm?\" said Matheny.", "\"A con by any other name,\" said Matheny, pouring down an akvavit.\nDoran squinted through cigarette smoke. \"You are interesting me\n strangely, my friend. Say on.\"", "\"I—I'm not hungry,\" stammered Matheny. \"I just wanted to sit in—\"\n\n\n \"To your left, sir.\"", "\"Whoof!\" Matheny sat down. The chair slithered sensuously about his\n contours. He jumped. \"What the dusty hell—Oh.\" He tried to grin, but\n his face burned. \"I see.\"", "Matheny hesitated. If only he hadn't taken that last shot! It made him\n want to say yes, immediately, without reservations. And therefore maybe\n he became overcautious.", "A hell of a good bloke. He knew some very funny stories, too, and\n he laughed at Matheny's, though they were probably too rustic for a\n big-city taste like his.", "\"Oh, fine. Under a different name, she's now our finance minister.\"\n Matheny stared out the wall, his hands twisting nervously behind his", "\"Good idea. How about a drink? I know a bar downshaft.\"\n\n\n Matheny sighed. \"A drink is what I need the very most.\"", "\"I see. Well, what are you having to drink?\"\n\n\n \"Beer,\" said Matheny without hesitation.\n\n\n \"Huh? Look, pal, this is on me.\"", "\"I think—\" Doran removed the helmet and stood up.\n\n\n \"Yes?\" Matheny faced around, shivering with his own tension.", "\"Yes. Yes, I am. M-my name's Peter Matheny. I, I—\" He stuck out his", "\"Well, you see, maybe a man like that is just what Mars does need. And\n maybe I have got a few contacts.\"\n\n\n \"What?\" Matheny gaped out of the bathroom." ], [ "cetera. That is just the way Earth is set up these days.\"\nMatheny's finger stabbed in the general direction of Doran's pajama", "\"Nonsense. Welcome to Earth! Care for a thyle and vermouth?\"\n\n\n Matheny shuddered. \"Good Lord, no!\"", "\"There aren't many of us on Earth,\" agreed Matheny. \"Just a small\n embassy staff and an occasional like me.\"", "\"In this case, it helps to be at the far end of an interplanetary\n haul,\" said Matheny. \"Not many Terrestrial archeologists get to Mars\n and they depend on our people to—Well, anyhow—\"", "Matheny puffed smoke and looked around. His feet ached from the weight\n on them. Where could a man sit down? It was hard to make out any", "The gravity was not as hard to take as Peter Matheny had expected.\n Three generations on Mars might lengthen the legs and expand the chest", "\"Okay by me. Room service can send us up an oath box right now.\"\n\n\n \"What? But—but—\" Matheny hung onto himself and tried to believe that\n he had landed on Earth less than six hours ago.", "\"Well, you see, maybe a man like that is just what Mars does need. And\n maybe I have got a few contacts.\"\n\n\n \"What?\" Matheny gaped out of the bathroom.", "\"Whoof!\" Matheny sat down. The chair slithered sensuously about his\n contours. He jumped. \"What the dusty hell—Oh.\" He tried to grin, but\n his face burned. \"I see.\"", "\"I think—\" Doran removed the helmet and stood up.\n\n\n \"Yes?\" Matheny faced around, shivering with his own tension.", "\"Oh—I see—excuse me, I, I, I—\" Matheny backed out of the crowd,\n shuddering. He looked around for some place to hide his burning ears.", "passes he had made were unsuccessful. Earth gravity threw him off.\n But when he got the rhythm of it, he tossed a row of sevens. It was a", "My God\n, thought Matheny,\nhere I am, one solitary outlander in the\n greatest commercial empire the human race has ever seen, and I'm", "\"Thanks,\" said Matheny, \"but, you see, I—we need—that is.... Oh,\n well. Thanks. Good-by.\"", "\"No.\" Matheny realized his head was a bit smoky. The walls of the booth\n seemed odd, somehow. They were just leatheroid walls, but they had an\n odd quality.", "\"Trouble with it is, I hear Mars is not so comfortable,\" said Doran. \"I\n mean, do not get me wrong, I don't want to insult you or anything, but", "\"That's about all, so far,\" confessed Matheny. \"Perhaps a con is our\n only hope. I've been wondering, maybe we could organize a Martian", "apparently sopped up half the Atlantic Ocean. Ears trained to listen\n through the Martian atmosphere shuddered from the racket conducted by\n Earth's. The passport official seemed to bellow at him.", "homesickness.\nWhat the hell is the Martian Embassy here for?\nHe, Peter Matheny, was no more than a peaceful professor of", "a trifle, but the genes had come from Earth and the organism readjusts.\n What set him gasping was the air. It weighed like a ton of wool and had" ], [ "Martian stamps are a drug on the market. What we'd like to operate is a\n sweepstakes, but the anti-gambling laws on Earth forbid that.\"", "the Embassy can't act. I may find it advisable to go outside the law.\n Please, sir, where can I contact the underworld?\nHe wished gambling were legal on Earth. The Constitution of the Martian", "customary form of challenge on Mars. Here, though, they simply pushed\n chips toward him. He missed a throw, as anyone would at home: simple\n courtesy. The next time around, he threw for a seven just to get the", "They had instructed him on Mars to take chances if he must.\n\n\n \"I could tell you a thing or two that might give you a better idea,\" he\n said slowly. \"But it would have to be under security.\"", "\"Oh, it's simple enough,\" said Matheny. \"It's only that we already are\n operating con games.\"\n\n\n \"On Mars, you mean?\"", "\"In this case, it helps to be at the far end of an interplanetary\n haul,\" said Matheny. \"Not many Terrestrial archeologists get to Mars\n and they depend on our people to—Well, anyhow—\"", "whenever he did check in. The few Martians who had been to Earth had\n gone into ecstasies over the automation which put any service you could", "on Mars. The same principle is what's strangling us on everything. Old\n Martian artifacts aren't really rare, for instance, but freight charges\n and the middlemen here put them out of the mass market.\"", "\"Yes. I told you we haven't any tourists. I was sent to hire a business\n manager for the Martian export trade.\"", "apparently sopped up half the Atlantic Ocean. Ears trained to listen\n through the Martian atmosphere shuddered from the racket conducted by\n Earth's. The passport official seemed to bellow at him.", "\"Of course,\" said Matheny bitterly. \"We offer the most liberal\n concessions in the Solar System. Any little mining company or transport", "\"Remember Junie O'Brien? The little golden-haired girl on Mars, a\n mathematical prodigy, but dying of an incurable disease? She collected\n Earth coins.\"", "\"Nonsense. Welcome to Earth! Care for a thyle and vermouth?\"\n\n\n Matheny shuddered. \"Good Lord, no!\"", "top. \"Exactly. And who set it up that way? Earthmen. We Martians are\n babes in the desert. What chance do we have to earn dollars on the", "\"Trouble with it is, I hear Mars is not so comfortable,\" said Doran. \"I\n mean, do not get me wrong, I don't want to insult you or anything, but", "The gravity was not as hard to take as Peter Matheny had expected.\n Three generations on Mars might lengthen the legs and expand the chest", "\"What I really want,\" said Matheny, \"what I really want—I mean what\n Mars really needs, get me?—is a confidence man.\"\n\n\n \"A what?\"", "never have been protected the way a businessman is. We do make a high\n percentage of profit on those little certificates you see around—you\n know, the title deeds to one square inch of Mars—but expressed", "\"That's about all, so far,\" confessed Matheny. \"Perhaps a con is our\n only hope. I've been wondering, maybe we could organize a Martian", "name on a twenty-four-hour basis. But it would be a long time before\n Mars had such machines. If ever." ], [ "without being denied the pleasure of trying to bottom-deal some friend\n who was happily trying to mark the cards. Matheny would have found a\n few spins of roulette soothing: it was always an intellectual challenge", "\"My name's Doran. Gus Doran. Call me Gus.\"\n\n\n They walked back to the deaconette's booth and Matheny cashed what\n remained of his winnings.", "\"Get your chips right here, sir,\" said the girl in the booth.\n\n\n \"Hm?\" said Matheny.", "\"I—I'm not hungry,\" stammered Matheny. \"I just wanted to sit in—\"\n\n\n \"To your left, sir.\"", "\"Whoof!\" Matheny sat down. The chair slithered sensuously about his\n contours. He jumped. \"What the dusty hell—Oh.\" He tried to grin, but\n his face burned. \"I see.\"", "\"No.\" Matheny realized his head was a bit smoky. The walls of the booth\n seemed odd, somehow. They were just leatheroid walls, but they had an\n odd quality.", "\"Oh,\" said Matheny.\nHe felt a certain guilt. Doran was too pleasant a little man to\n deserve—", "\"Thanks,\" said Matheny, \"but, you see, I—we need—that is.... Oh,\n well. Thanks. Good-by.\"", "customary form of challenge on Mars. Here, though, they simply pushed\n chips toward him. He missed a throw, as anyone would at home: simple\n courtesy. The next time around, he threw for a seven just to get the", "Matheny followed Doran past a sign announcing that this show was for\n purely artistic purposes, into a booth. There a soundproof curtain\n reduced the noise level enough so they could talk in normal voices.", "Matheny found himself warming. Gus Doran was an authentic bobber. A\n hell of a swell chap. He explained modestly that he was a free-lance\n business consultant and it was barely possible that he could arrange\n some contacts....", "Matheny hesitated. If only he hadn't taken that last shot! It made him\n want to say yes, immediately, without reservations. And therefore maybe\n he became overcautious.", "\"I think—\" Doran removed the helmet and stood up.\n\n\n \"Yes?\" Matheny faced around, shivering with his own tension.", "\"A con by any other name,\" said Matheny, pouring down an akvavit.\nDoran squinted through cigarette smoke. \"You are interesting me\n strangely, my friend. Say on.\"", "\"I see. Well, what are you having to drink?\"\n\n\n \"Beer,\" said Matheny without hesitation.\n\n\n \"Huh? Look, pal, this is on me.\"", "Matheny shrugged. \"I haven't told you anything that isn't known to\n every economist.\"", "A hell of a good bloke. He knew some very funny stories, too, and\n he laughed at Matheny's, though they were probably too rustic for a\n big-city taste like his.", "\"Me?\" Matheny heard his voice climb to a schoolboy squeak. \"Me?", "martini he got back while he strolled around studying the games.\n He stopped, frowned. Bingo? No, he didn't want to bother learning\n something new. He decided that the roulette wheels were either honest", "\"By all means.\" Matheny disposed of his last beer. \"I could use some\n gaiety.\"" ], [ "\"I could offer a certain amount of, uh, lagniappe,\" said Matheny. \"That\n is, well, I can draw up to a hundred megabucks myself for, uh, expenses\n and, well ... let me buy you a drink!\"", "\"Thanks,\" said Matheny, \"but, you see, I—we need—that is.... Oh,\n well. Thanks. Good-by.\"", "without being denied the pleasure of trying to bottom-deal some friend\n who was happily trying to mark the cards. Matheny would have found a\n few spins of roulette soothing: it was always an intellectual challenge", "\"A con by any other name,\" said Matheny, pouring down an akvavit.\nDoran squinted through cigarette smoke. \"You are interesting me\n strangely, my friend. Say on.\"", "\"Ahhh!\" said Matheny. \"Bless you, my friend.\"\n\n\n \"A pleasure.\"\n\n\n \"But now you must let me buy you one.\"", "While Matheny jittered about, shaving and showering and struggling with\n his new raiment, Doran kept him supplied with akvavit and beer.", "Matheny followed Doran past a sign announcing that this show was for\n purely artistic purposes, into a booth. There a soundproof curtain\n reduced the noise level enough so they could talk in normal voices.", "Doran's thin sharp face grinned. \"You break that date, Peri. Put it off\n or something. I got this Martian for you, see?\"", "\"I see. Well, what are you having to drink?\"\n\n\n \"Beer,\" said Matheny without hesitation.\n\n\n \"Huh? Look, pal, this is on me.\"", "\"I think—\" Doran removed the helmet and stood up.\n\n\n \"Yes?\" Matheny faced around, shivering with his own tension.", "\"Oh,\" said Matheny.\nHe felt a certain guilt. Doran was too pleasant a little man to\n deserve—", "Matheny found himself warming. Gus Doran was an authentic bobber. A\n hell of a swell chap. He explained modestly that he was a free-lance\n business consultant and it was barely possible that he could arrange\n some contacts....", "\"My name's Doran. Gus Doran. Call me Gus.\"\n\n\n They walked back to the deaconette's booth and Matheny cashed what\n remained of his winnings.", "\"Whoof!\" Matheny sat down. The chair slithered sensuously about his\n contours. He jumped. \"What the dusty hell—Oh.\" He tried to grin, but\n his face burned. \"I see.\"", "Matheny felt his eloquence running down and grabbed for the second\n bottle of beer.", "\"I do know,\" said Matheny. \"But we're poor—a handful of people trying\n to make a world of dust and sand and scrub thorn into fields and woods", "\"Well, you see, maybe a man like that is just what Mars does need. And\n maybe I have got a few contacts.\"\n\n\n \"What?\" Matheny gaped out of the bathroom.", "\"That's about all, so far,\" confessed Matheny. \"Perhaps a con is our\n only hope. I've been wondering, maybe we could organize a Martian", "\"Good idea. How about a drink? I know a bar downshaft.\"\n\n\n Matheny sighed. \"A drink is what I need the very most.\"", "\"In this case, it helps to be at the far end of an interplanetary\n haul,\" said Matheny. \"Not many Terrestrial archeologists get to Mars\n and they depend on our people to—Well, anyhow—\"" ], [ "Matheny followed Doran past a sign announcing that this show was for\n purely artistic purposes, into a booth. There a soundproof curtain\n reduced the noise level enough so they could talk in normal voices.", "\"Whoof!\" Matheny sat down. The chair slithered sensuously about his\n contours. He jumped. \"What the dusty hell—Oh.\" He tried to grin, but\n his face burned. \"I see.\"", "\"I think—\" Doran removed the helmet and stood up.\n\n\n \"Yes?\" Matheny faced around, shivering with his own tension.", "Matheny puffed smoke and looked around. His feet ached from the weight\n on them. Where could a man sit down? It was hard to make out any", "\"Good idea. How about a drink? I know a bar downshaft.\"\n\n\n Matheny sighed. \"A drink is what I need the very most.\"", "Matheny hesitated. If only he hadn't taken that last shot! It made him\n want to say yes, immediately, without reservations. And therefore maybe\n he became overcautious.", "without being denied the pleasure of trying to bottom-deal some friend\n who was happily trying to mark the cards. Matheny would have found a\n few spins of roulette soothing: it was always an intellectual challenge", "\"I know.\" Matheny stared, embarrassed, at the carpet. \"I'm sorry\n to—to—I mean of course I trust you, but—\"", "\"Oh,\" said Matheny.\nHe felt a certain guilt. Doran was too pleasant a little man to\n deserve—", "\"Oh—I see—excuse me, I, I, I—\" Matheny backed out of the crowd,\n shuddering. He looked around for some place to hide his burning ears.", "While Matheny jittered about, shaving and showering and struggling with\n his new raiment, Doran kept him supplied with akvavit and beer.", "\"No.\" Matheny realized his head was a bit smoky. The walls of the booth\n seemed odd, somehow. They were just leatheroid walls, but they had an\n odd quality.", "\"By all means.\" Matheny disposed of his last beer. \"I could use some\n gaiety.\"", "\"Thanks,\" said Matheny, \"but, you see, I—we need—that is.... Oh,\n well. Thanks. Good-by.\"", "\"I—I'm not hungry,\" stammered Matheny. \"I just wanted to sit in—\"\n\n\n \"To your left, sir.\"", "Matheny felt his eloquence running down and grabbed for the second\n bottle of beer.", "\"Okay by me. Room service can send us up an oath box right now.\"\n\n\n \"What? But—but—\" Matheny hung onto himself and tried to believe that\n he had landed on Earth less than six hours ago.", "\"Well, you see, maybe a man like that is just what Mars does need. And\n maybe I have got a few contacts.\"\n\n\n \"What?\" Matheny gaped out of the bathroom.", "A hell of a good bloke. He knew some very funny stories, too, and\n he laughed at Matheny's, though they were probably too rustic for a\n big-city taste like his.", "\"A con by any other name,\" said Matheny, pouring down an akvavit.\nDoran squinted through cigarette smoke. \"You are interesting me\n strangely, my friend. Say on.\"" ] ]

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[ [ "She thought being late was rude", "She was a perfectionist", "She was conditioned by her work", "She was a controlling person" ], [ "To marry him forever", "If she loved him as much as he loved her", "To live with him forever", "To live with him for awhile" ], [ "half a minute", "1 minute", "2 to 3 minutes", "less than a quarter of a minute" ], [ "It didn't occur to him", "No one had used the express in many years", "The express did not stop at the 153rd floor", "The express did not stop at the 167th floor" ], [ "He had never been on the stairs before", "It didn't occur to him as an option", "He was not allowed to go on the stairs", "The door to the stairs was locked" ], [ "The phone system was down", "She refused to take his call", "Her phone was off the hook", "Her phone was busy" ], [ "A spy", "An ore-sled dispatcher", "A soldier", "An engineer" ], [ "He is locked in", "There is no way down to ground level", "He is afraid of radiation", "He doesn't want to be caught as a spy" ], [ "The treaty of Oslo plus many others", "Many of them", "All of them", "Only the treaty of Oslo" ], [ "They rarely thought about it", "They thought about it daily", "They all had to actively help with vigilance", "They never thought about it" ] ]

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[ [ "\"In every way but one,\" I continued. \"She has one small imperfection,\n a fixation about punctuality. And I was supposed to meet her at ten", "arriving at the designated moment. When I told her what actually had\n happened—I'd broken a shoe lace—she refused to speak to me for four\n days.", "fixation on that one subject of punctuality. The result of her job,\n of course. She was an ore-sled dispatcher. Ore-sleds, being robots,", "shortly after we'd started dating, when I arrived at her place five\n minutes late and found her having hysterics. She thought I'd been\n killed. She couldn't visualize anything less than that keeping me from", "\"Precisely.\" I found it necessary to inhale again, even more slowly\n than before. \"I was on my way,\" I explained, \"to propose to a girl whom", "Frantic, I dashed from the apartment again, back down the hall to the\n elevator, and leaned on that blasted button with all my weight. Even if\n the elevator should arrive right now, I would still be almost a minute\n late.", "place. \"Ten o'clock,\" she'd said, smiling sweetly at me out of the\n phone. She knew why I wanted to talk to her. And when Linda said ten", "than a blurted, \"Will you marry me?\" and I struggled with zippers and\n malfunctioning air-cons, and I managed somehow to leave the apartment\n at five minutes to ten.", "I pushed the button again, and then I waited some more. I looked at my\n watch and it was three minutes to ten. Two minutes, and no elevator! If\n it didn't arrive this instant, this second, I would be late.", "She leaned so close this time that even I, distracted as I was, could\n hardly help but take note of her cleavage. She whispered, \"They're\n afraid they'll have to starve him out.\"", "She nodded solemnly. \"I'm terribly sorry, sir,\" she said. Then she\n glanced to her right, suddenly straightened up again, and said,", "I dearly love. In every way but one, she is the perfect woman. Do you\n understand me?\"", "\"So what happened?\" he demanded, and immediately answered himself.\n \"I'll tell you what happened! Just as he was about to make that first", "I leaped to my feet, reading from my watch that it was now ten-fifteen.\n I dashed once more from the apartment and down the hall to the", "were invariably punctual. If an ore-sled didn't return on time, no one\n waited for it. They simply knew that it had been captured by some other\n Project and had blown itself up.", "Of course! Linda expected me at any moment. And she knew what I wanted\n to say to her, so quite naturally she had disconnected the phone, to\n keep us from being interrupted.", "Well, of course, after working as an ore-sled dispatcher for three\n years, Linda quite naturally was a bit obsessed. I remember one time,", "Linda lived down on the hundred fortieth floor, thirteen stories away.\n It never took more than two or three minutes to get to her place, so I\n was giving myself plenty of time.\n\n\n But then the elevator didn't come.", "I took advantage of the fact. Calmly, rationally, I said to her, \"I\n would like to tell you something, Miss. I would like to tell you just", "reminded me again of Linda. From the looks of things, I wasn't\never\ngoing to get to her place. By now she was probably in mourning for me" ], [ "\"So what happened?\" he demanded, and immediately answered himself.\n \"I'll tell you what happened! Just as he was about to make that first", "He asked the question so violently and urgently that I knew I had to\n answer quickly and well, or the maniac would return. \"I—I wouldn't\n know, exactly,\" I stammered. \"Military equipment, I suppose.\"", "She leaned so close this time that even I, distracted as I was, could\n hardly help but take note of her cleavage. She whispered, \"They're\n afraid they'll have to starve him out.\"", "\"But a cave nevertheless.\" He leaned toward me, his eyes gleaming with\n a fanatical flame. \"Don't you ever wish to get Outside?\"", "\"Precisely.\" I found it necessary to inhale again, even more slowly\n than before. \"I was on my way,\" I explained, \"to propose to a girl whom", "I dearly love. In every way but one, she is the perfect woman. Do you\n understand me?\"", "mind to do it—to propose to Linda. I'd called her second thing this\n morning—right after the egg yolk—and invited myself down to her", "But if I had any visions of imminent rescue, the spy dashed them. He\n said, \"Where do you live?\"", "His gaze darted this way and that. Then he motioned with his free hand\n at the descending stairs and whispered, \"Where do they go?\"", "I shook my head, dumbfounded. \"I can't answer a question like that,\" I\n said. \"How do I know what they're thinking?\"", "I took advantage of the fact. Calmly, rationally, I said to her, \"I\n would like to tell you something, Miss. I would like to tell you just", "I put it on the table. He drank deep, then carried the cup across the\n room and sat down in my favorite chair. He studied me narrowly, and\n suddenly said, \"What did they tell you I was? A spy?\"", "\"Of course,\" I said.\n\n\n He grinned bitterly, with one side of his mouth. \"Of course. The damn\n fools! Spy! What do you suppose I'm going to spy on?\"", "He breathed rather heavily for a while, glaring at the floor, then\n looked at me again. \"All right, listen. What if I were to tell you that\n I\nhad\nfound indications that you people were planning to attack my\n Project?\"", "than a blurted, \"Will you marry me?\" and I struggled with zippers and\n malfunctioning air-cons, and I managed somehow to leave the apartment\n at five minutes to ten.", "As I made the chico, he asked me questions. My name first, and then,\n \"What do you do for a living?\"", "Looking back, I think he must have been just as startled as I when we\n came face to face like that. We formed a brief tableau, both of us\n open-mouthed and wide-eyed.", "So I rehearsed my various approaches, realizing that when the time\n came I would probably be so tongue-tied I'd be capable of no more", "I looked at him, judging the distance between us, wondering if I could\n leap at him before he could bring the gun up again. But he must have", "read my intentions on my face. He straightened, shaking his head. He\n said, \"Don't try it. I don't want to kill you. I don't want to kill" ], [ "The elevator had always arrived before, within thirty seconds of\n the button being pushed. This was a local stop, with an elevator", "Linda lived down on the hundred fortieth floor, thirteen stories away.\n It never took more than two or three minutes to get to her place, so I\n was giving myself plenty of time.\n\n\n But then the elevator didn't come.", "Ten more seconds, and still no elevator. I chose the second\n alternative, raced back down the hall, and thumbed my way into my", "That sounded impossible. \"He\naims\nthe elevator?\"\n\n\n \"He runs it up and down the shaft,\" she explained, \"trying to crush\n anybody who goes after him.\"", "He was still there. At least, the elevator was still out.\n\n\n I sagged against the wall, thinking dismal thoughts. Then I noticed the\n door to the right of the elevator. Through that door was the stairway.", "I pushed the button again, and then I waited some more. I looked at my\n watch and it was three minutes to ten. Two minutes, and no elevator! If\n it didn't arrive this instant, this second, I would be late.", "For a minute or two, all I could do was sit and absorb what I'd been\n told. A spy in the elevator! A spy who had managed to work his way all\n the way up to the hundred forty-seventh floor before being unmasked!", "\"A spy. He was discovered on the hundred forty-seventh floor, and\n managed to get into the elevator before the Army could catch him. He\n jammed it between floors. But the Army is doing everything it can think\n of to get him out.\"", "And now, after all these years, the stairs might prove useful after\n all. It was only thirteen flights to Linda's floor. At sixteen steps a\n flight, that meant two hundred and eight steps.", "that traveled between the hundred thirty-third floor and the hundred\n sixty-seventh floor, where it was possible to make connections for\n either the next local or for the express. So it couldn't be more than", "Frantic, I dashed from the apartment again, back down the hall to the\n elevator, and leaned on that blasted button with all my weight. Even if\n the elevator should arrive right now, I would still be almost a minute\n late.", "And then the elevator didn't come.\nUntil then, I'd managed somehow to keep the day's minor disasters from", "\"The-elevator-is-disconnected.\" She said it very rapidly, as though she\n were growing very used to saying it.", "It only stopped me for a second. \"Disconnected? What do you mean\n disconnected? Elevators don't\nget\ndisconnected!\" I told her.", "finally opened half way. I stepped through to the musty, dusty landing,\n took a deep breath, and started down. Eight steps and a landing, eight", "was just too much. I went into a frenzy, and kicked the elevator door\n three times before I realized I was hurting myself more than I was", "list. Suffice it to say that when the elevator didn't come, that put\n the roof on the city, as they say.", "\"Good,\" he said—just as we both heard a sudden raucous squealing from\n perhaps four flights down, a squealing which could be nothing but the", "what you people have done to me by disconnecting the elevator. You have\n ruined my life.\"", "On the landing between one fifty and one forty-nine, there was a\n smallish door. I paused, looking curiously at it, and saw that at one" ], [ "The elevator had always arrived before, within thirty seconds of\n the button being pushed. This was a local stop, with an elevator", "Ten more seconds, and still no elevator. I chose the second\n alternative, raced back down the hall, and thumbed my way into my", "that traveled between the hundred thirty-third floor and the hundred\n sixty-seventh floor, where it was possible to make connections for\n either the next local or for the express. So it couldn't be more than", "He was still there. At least, the elevator was still out.\n\n\n I sagged against the wall, thinking dismal thoughts. Then I noticed the\n door to the right of the elevator. Through that door was the stairway.", "And then the elevator didn't come.\nUntil then, I'd managed somehow to keep the day's minor disasters from", "Linda lived down on the hundred fortieth floor, thirteen stories away.\n It never took more than two or three minutes to get to her place, so I\n was giving myself plenty of time.\n\n\n But then the elevator didn't come.", "I pushed the button again, and then I waited some more. I looked at my\n watch and it was three minutes to ten. Two minutes, and no elevator! If\n it didn't arrive this instant, this second, I would be late.", "That sounded impossible. \"He\naims\nthe elevator?\"\n\n\n \"He runs it up and down the shaft,\" she explained, \"trying to crush\n anybody who goes after him.\"", "Frantic, I dashed from the apartment again, back down the hall to the\n elevator, and leaned on that blasted button with all my weight. Even if\n the elevator should arrive right now, I would still be almost a minute\n late.", "I vacillated, not knowing what to do next. Stay, hoping the elevator\n would come after all? Or hurry back to the apartment and call Linda, to\n give her advance warning that I would be late?", "list. Suffice it to say that when the elevator didn't come, that put\n the roof on the city, as they say.", "\"A spy. He was discovered on the hundred forty-seventh floor, and\n managed to get into the elevator before the Army could catch him. He\n jammed it between floors. But the Army is doing everything it can think\n of to get him out.\"", "It only stopped me for a second. \"Disconnected? What do you mean\n disconnected? Elevators don't\nget\ndisconnected!\" I told her.", "For a minute or two, all I could do was sit and absorb what I'd been\n told. A spy in the elevator! A spy who had managed to work his way all\n the way up to the hundred forty-seventh floor before being unmasked!", "what you people have done to me by disconnecting the elevator. You have\n ruined my life.\"", "was just too much. I went into a frenzy, and kicked the elevator door\n three times before I realized I was hurting myself more than I was", "\"He plugged in the manual controls. We can't control the elevator from\n outside at all. And when anyone tries to get into the shaft, he aims\n the elevator at them.\"", "\"The-elevator-is-disconnected.\" She said it very rapidly, as though she\n were growing very used to saying it.", "Actually, the whole idea of stairs was ridiculous. We had elevators,\n didn't we? Usually, I mean, when they didn't contain spies. So what was\n the use of stairs?", "He couldn't have been anyone else but the spy. The gun, in the first\n place. The fact that he looked harried and upset and terribly nervous,\n in the second place. And, of course, the fact that he came from the\n elevator shaft." ], [ "He was still there. At least, the elevator was still out.\n\n\n I sagged against the wall, thinking dismal thoughts. Then I noticed the\n door to the right of the elevator. Through that door was the stairway.", "Ten more seconds, and still no elevator. I chose the second\n alternative, raced back down the hall, and thumbed my way into my", "I pushed the button again, and then I waited some more. I looked at my\n watch and it was three minutes to ten. Two minutes, and no elevator! If\n it didn't arrive this instant, this second, I would be late.", "Actually, the whole idea of stairs was ridiculous. We had elevators,\n didn't we? Usually, I mean, when they didn't contain spies. So what was\n the use of stairs?", "And then the elevator didn't come.\nUntil then, I'd managed somehow to keep the day's minor disasters from", "That sounded impossible. \"He\naims\nthe elevator?\"\n\n\n \"He runs it up and down the shaft,\" she explained, \"trying to crush\n anybody who goes after him.\"", "Linda lived down on the hundred fortieth floor, thirteen stories away.\n It never took more than two or three minutes to get to her place, so I\n was giving myself plenty of time.\n\n\n But then the elevator didn't come.", "Frantic, I dashed from the apartment again, back down the hall to the\n elevator, and leaned on that blasted button with all my weight. Even if\n the elevator should arrive right now, I would still be almost a minute\n late.", "The elevator had always arrived before, within thirty seconds of\n the button being pushed. This was a local stop, with an elevator", "I vacillated, not knowing what to do next. Stay, hoping the elevator\n would come after all? Or hurry back to the apartment and call Linda, to\n give her advance warning that I would be late?", "And now, after all these years, the stairs might prove useful after\n all. It was only thirteen flights to Linda's floor. At sixteen steps a\n flight, that meant two hundred and eight steps.", "list. Suffice it to say that when the elevator didn't come, that put\n the roof on the city, as they say.", "\"A spy. He was discovered on the hundred forty-seventh floor, and\n managed to get into the elevator before the Army could catch him. He\n jammed it between floors. But the Army is doing everything it can think\n of to get him out.\"", "He couldn't have been anyone else but the spy. The gun, in the first\n place. The fact that he looked harried and upset and terribly nervous,\n in the second place. And, of course, the fact that he came from the\n elevator shaft.", "I hadn't paid any attention to it before. No one ever uses the stairs\n except adventurous young boys playing cops and robbers, running up and", "For a minute or two, all I could do was sit and absorb what I'd been\n told. A spy in the elevator! A spy who had managed to work his way all\n the way up to the hundred forty-seventh floor before being unmasked!", "It only stopped me for a second. \"Disconnected? What do you mean\n disconnected? Elevators don't\nget\ndisconnected!\" I told her.", "finally opened half way. I stepped through to the musty, dusty landing,\n took a deep breath, and started down. Eight steps and a landing, eight", "was just too much. I went into a frenzy, and kicked the elevator door\n three times before I realized I was hurting myself more than I was", "down from landing to landing. I myself hadn't set foot on a flight of\n stairs since I was twelve years old." ], [ "Of course! Linda expected me at any moment. And she knew what I wanted\n to say to her, so quite naturally she had disconnected the phone, to\n keep us from being interrupted.", "place. \"Ten o'clock,\" she'd said, smiling sweetly at me out of the\n phone. She knew why I wanted to talk to her. And when Linda said ten", "Frantic, I dashed from the apartment again, back down the hall to the\n elevator, and leaned on that blasted button with all my weight. Even if\n the elevator should arrive right now, I would still be almost a minute\n late.", "That sounded impossible. \"He\naims\nthe elevator?\"\n\n\n \"He runs it up and down the shaft,\" she explained, \"trying to crush\n anybody who goes after him.\"", "I vacillated, not knowing what to do next. Stay, hoping the elevator\n would come after all? Or hurry back to the apartment and call Linda, to\n give her advance warning that I would be late?", "shortly after we'd started dating, when I arrived at her place five\n minutes late and found her having hysterics. She thought I'd been\n killed. She couldn't visualize anything less than that keeping me from", "She leaned so close this time that even I, distracted as I was, could\n hardly help but take note of her cleavage. She whispered, \"They're\n afraid they'll have to starve him out.\"", "reminded me again of Linda. From the looks of things, I wasn't\never\ngoing to get to her place. By now she was probably in mourning for me", "\"So what happened?\" he demanded, and immediately answered himself.\n \"I'll tell you what happened! Just as he was about to make that first", "\"Precisely.\" I found it necessary to inhale again, even more slowly\n than before. \"I was on my way,\" I explained, \"to propose to a girl whom", "\"We-will-resume-service-as-soon-as-possible,\" she rattled. My bellowing\n was bouncing off her like radiation off the Project force-screen.", "arriving at the designated moment. When I told her what actually had\n happened—I'd broken a shoe lace—she refused to speak to me for four\n days.", "It only stopped me for a second. \"Disconnected? What do you mean\n disconnected? Elevators don't\nget\ndisconnected!\" I told her.", "apartment. I dialed Linda's number, and the screen lit up with white\n letters on black: PRIVACY DISCONNECTION.", "\"In every way but one,\" I continued. \"She has one small imperfection,\n a fixation about punctuality. And I was supposed to meet her at ten", "I got some more letters that spelled: BUSY.\nIt took three tries before I got through to a hurried-looking female", "He was still there. At least, the elevator was still out.\n\n\n I sagged against the wall, thinking dismal thoughts. Then I noticed the\n door to the right of the elevator. Through that door was the stairway.", "I pushed the button again, and then I waited some more. I looked at my\n watch and it was three minutes to ten. Two minutes, and no elevator! If\n it didn't arrive this instant, this second, I would be late.", "\"Good,\" he said—just as we both heard a sudden raucous squealing from\n perhaps four flights down, a squealing which could be nothing but the", "done\n, disconnecting the elevator? Not only won't she\n marry me, she won't even\nspeak\nto me! Not now! Not after this!\"" ], [ "That sounded impossible. \"He\naims\nthe elevator?\"\n\n\n \"He runs it up and down the shaft,\" she explained, \"trying to crush\n anybody who goes after him.\"", "For a minute or two, all I could do was sit and absorb what I'd been\n told. A spy in the elevator! A spy who had managed to work his way all\n the way up to the hundred forty-seventh floor before being unmasked!", "He was still there. At least, the elevator was still out.\n\n\n I sagged against the wall, thinking dismal thoughts. Then I noticed the\n door to the right of the elevator. Through that door was the stairway.", "\"A spy. He was discovered on the hundred forty-seventh floor, and\n managed to get into the elevator before the Army could catch him. He\n jammed it between floors. But the Army is doing everything it can think\n of to get him out.\"", "was left to the Army. The rest of us simply lived our lives and let it\n go at that.\nBut now there was a spy in the elevator.", "\"The-elevator-is-disconnected.\" She said it very rapidly, as though she\n were growing very used to saying it.", "The elevator had always arrived before, within thirty seconds of\n the button being pushed. This was a local stop, with an elevator", "Ten more seconds, and still no elevator. I chose the second\n alternative, raced back down the hall, and thumbed my way into my", "THE SPY IN THE ELEVATOR\nBy DONALD E. WESTLAKE\n\n\n Illustrated by WEST\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "He couldn't have been anyone else but the spy. The gun, in the first\n place. The fact that he looked harried and upset and terribly nervous,\n in the second place. And, of course, the fact that he came from the\n elevator shaft.", "And then the elevator didn't come.\nUntil then, I'd managed somehow to keep the day's minor disasters from", "I pushed the button again, and then I waited some more. I looked at my\n watch and it was three minutes to ten. Two minutes, and no elevator! If\n it didn't arrive this instant, this second, I would be late.", "\"He plugged in the manual controls. We can't control the elevator from\n outside at all. And when anyone tries to get into the shaft, he aims\n the elevator at them.\"", "what you people have done to me by disconnecting the elevator. You have\n ruined my life.\"", "done\n, disconnecting the elevator? Not only won't she\n marry me, she won't even\nspeak\nto me! Not now! Not after this!\"", "Frantic, I dashed from the apartment again, back down the hall to the\n elevator, and leaned on that blasted button with all my weight. Even if\n the elevator should arrive right now, I would still be almost a minute\n late.", "Linda lived down on the hundred fortieth floor, thirteen stories away.\n It never took more than two or three minutes to get to her place, so I\n was giving myself plenty of time.\n\n\n But then the elevator didn't come.", "It only stopped me for a second. \"Disconnected? What do you mean\n disconnected? Elevators don't\nget\ndisconnected!\" I told her.", "\"Good,\" he said—just as we both heard a sudden raucous squealing from\n perhaps four flights down, a squealing which could be nothing but the", "elevator, praying that the spy had been captured by now and that Linda\n would agree with me that a spy in the elevator was good and sufficient\n reason for me to be late." ], [ "completely enclosed. No one ever left, no one ever entered. Under our\n roof, we were a nation, two hundred stories high. The ever-present\n threat of other projects had never been more for me—or for most other", "We went. I have never in my life seen that long hall quite so empty as\n it was right then. No one came out of any of the apartments, no one", "That sounded impossible. \"He\naims\nthe elevator?\"\n\n\n \"He runs it up and down the shaft,\" she explained, \"trying to crush\n anybody who goes after him.\"", "\"A spy. He was discovered on the hundred forty-seventh floor, and\n managed to get into the elevator before the Army could catch him. He\n jammed it between floors. But the Army is doing everything it can think\n of to get him out.\"", "He was still there. At least, the elevator was still out.\n\n\n I sagged against the wall, thinking dismal thoughts. Then I noticed the\n door to the right of the elevator. Through that door was the stairway.", "Linda lived down on the hundred fortieth floor, thirteen stories away.\n It never took more than two or three minutes to get to her place, so I\n was giving myself plenty of time.\n\n\n But then the elevator didn't come.", "Frantic, I dashed from the apartment again, back down the hall to the\n elevator, and leaned on that blasted button with all my weight. Even if\n the elevator should arrive right now, I would still be almost a minute\n late.", "\"He plugged in the manual controls. We can't control the elevator from\n outside at all. And when anyone tries to get into the shaft, he aims\n the elevator at them.\"", "list. Suffice it to say that when the elevator didn't come, that put\n the roof on the city, as they say.", "\"But a cave nevertheless.\" He leaned toward me, his eyes gleaming with\n a fanatical flame. \"Don't you ever wish to get Outside?\"", "that low, but I would guess about ten years, at the very least.\" He\n leaned forward again, urgent and serious. \"The world is safe out there\n now. Man can come back out of the cave again. He can start building", "He couldn't have been anyone else but the spy. The gun, in the first\n place. The fact that he looked harried and upset and terribly nervous,\n in the second place. And, of course, the fact that he came from the\n elevator shaft.", "And then the elevator didn't come.\nUntil then, I'd managed somehow to keep the day's minor disasters from", "The elevator had always arrived before, within thirty seconds of\n the button being pushed. This was a local stop, with an elevator", "emerged from any of the branch halls. We walked to my apartment. I\n thumbed the door open and we went inside.", "\"Good,\" he said—just as we both heard a sudden raucous squealing from\n perhaps four flights down, a squealing which could be nothing but the", "down from landing to landing. I myself hadn't set foot on a flight of\n stairs since I was twelve years old.", "what you people have done to me by disconnecting the elevator. You have\n ruined my life.\"", "Ten more seconds, and still no elevator. I chose the second\n alternative, raced back down the hall, and thumbed my way into my", "He frowned bitterly. \"The same answer,\" he muttered, more to himself\n than to me. \"The same answer every time. You people have crawled into\n your caves and you're ready to stay in them forever.\"" ], [ "However, what with all of the\nother\ntreaties which were broken during", "There was the Ignoble Nobleman's War, the Racial Non-Racial War, and\n the Ungentlemanly Gentleman's War, known to the textbooks of course as", "that low, but I would guess about ten years, at the very least.\" He\n leaned forward again, urgent and serious. \"The world is safe out there\n now. Man can come back out of the cave again. He can start building", "the Ungentlemanly Gentleman's War, by the time it was finished nobody\n was quite sure any more who was on whose side. That project over there", "vertical) and both sets were equipped with atomic weapons. The Treaty\n of Oslo began by stating that atomic war was unthinkable, and added\n that just in case anyone happened to think of it only", "When I thought of how deeply he had penetrated our defenses, and of how\n many others there might be, still penetrating, I shuddered. The walls\n were our safeguards only so long as all potential enemies were on the\n other side of them.", "\"The same thing,\" he grumbled, \"over and over again. Always the same\n stupidity. Listen, you! Do you realize how long it took man to get out", "I stared at him. \"That's impossible!\" I cried. \"We aren't planning to\n attack anybody! We just want to be left in peace!\"\n\n\n \"How do I know that?\" he demanded.", "It would, though reluctantly. Who knew how many years it had been since\n last this door had been opened? It squeaked and wailed and groaned and", "\"The radiation level,\" he went on, \"is way down. It's practically as\n low as it was before the Atom War. I don't know how long it's been", "\"No!\" he shouted. \"You wait a minute! I want to tell you something. You\n think I'm a spy. That blundering Army of yours thinks I'm a spy. That", "\"So what happened?\" he demanded, and immediately answered himself.\n \"I'll tell you what happened! Just as he was about to make that first", "explosion and the Treaty of Oslo. The population explosion, of course,\n meant that there was continuously more and more people but never any\n more space. So that housing, in the historically short time of one", "He asked the question so violently and urgently that I knew I had to\n answer quickly and well, or the maniac would return. \"I—I wouldn't\n know, exactly,\" I stammered. \"Military equipment, I suppose.\"", "Of course, they made up for this as best they could by using tactical\n atomic weapons all over the place. After the war almost the whole", "And the Treaty of Oslo.", "Dr. Kilbillie—Intermediate Project History, when I was fifteen years\n old—had private names for every major war of the twentieth century.", "It seems there was a power-struggle between two sets of then-existing\n nations (they were something like Projects, only horizontal instead of", "did think of the war, both sides adhered to the Treaty of Oslo, which\n meant that no Projects were bombed.", "\"Two cups is fine,\" he said. \"One for each of us.\"\nAnd now I had yet another grudge against this blasted spy. Which" ], [ "Until that moment, the state of siege in which we all lived had had\n no reality for me. The Project, after all, was self-sufficient and", "completely enclosed. No one ever left, no one ever entered. Under our\n roof, we were a nation, two hundred stories high. The ever-present\n threat of other projects had never been more for me—or for most other", "within the Project life was full, the knowledge of external dangers\n merely lurking at the backs of our minds. After all, those external\n dangers had been no more than potential for decades, since what Dr.", "Well, according to Dr. Kilbillie (a walking library of unnecessary\n information), the Project had been built when there still had been such", "everybody\nlived in\n Projects. From the very beginning, small attempts were made to make\n these Projects more than dwelling places. By mid-century, Projects", "people either, I suspected—than occasional ore-sleds that didn't\n return, occasional spies shot down as they tried to sneak into the\n building, occasional spies of our own leaving the Project in tiny", "public safety, but I knew better. If the Outside were safe and the\n Projects were no longer needed, then the Commission was out of a job,\n and they knew it.", "were invariably punctual. If an ore-sled didn't return on time, no one\n waited for it. They simply knew that it had been captured by some other\n Project and had blown itself up.", "world was quite dangerously radioactive. Except for the Projects. Or\n at least those of them which had in time installed the force screens\n which had been invented on the very eve of battle, and which deflected", "When I thought of how deeply he had penetrated our defenses, and of how\n many others there might be, still penetrating, I shuddered. The walls\n were our safeguards only so long as all potential enemies were on the\n other side of them.", "The rise of the Projects, according to Dr. Kilbillie, was the result of\n many many factors, but two of the most important were the population", "And so life went on, with little to remind us of the dangers lurking\n Outside. The basic policy of Eternal Vigilance and Instant Preparedness", "She leaned so close this time that even I, distracted as I was, could\n hardly help but take note of her cleavage. She whispered, \"They're\n afraid they'll have to starve him out.\"", "He breathed rather heavily for a while, glaring at the floor, then\n looked at me again. \"All right, listen. What if I were to tell you that\n I\nhad\nfound indications that you people were planning to attack my\n Project?\"", "I waited, looking as attentive as possible.\n\n\n \"I come,\" he said, \"from a Project about eighty miles north of here.\n I came here by foot, without any sort of radiation shield at all to\n protect me.\"", "radiation-proof cars, hoping to get safely within another project and\n bring back news of any immediate threats and dangers that project might\n be planning for us. Most spies didn't return; most ore-sleds did. And", "We went. I have never in my life seen that long hall quite so empty as\n it was right then. No one came out of any of the apartments, no one", "the dreams again. And this time he can build better, because he has\n the horrible example of the recent past to guide him away from the\n pitfalls. There's no need any longer for the Projects.\"", "He frowned bitterly. \"The same answer,\" he muttered, more to himself\n than to me. \"The same answer every time. You people have crawled into\n your caves and you're ready to stay in them forever.\"", "Projects themselves and so on. And all because of, among other things,\n the population explosion." ] ]

[ "How many years passed between moving to Wisconsin and her son becoming a Konv?", "Why did the mother not go to space with Earl?", "When did Earl go to space?", "Why did Earl wish to be human?", "Where did Earl go when he disappeared during college?", "What was Mrs. Jamieson's biggest problem in the story?", "Why did the woman not realize her cylinder no longer worked?", "Why did the woman kill the man in the third cabin?", "Why did Earl need to get used to being seen nude?" ]

[ [ "2", "5", "7", "6" ], [ "She hated the agents", "She loved her husband", "She loved her son", "She was afraid to go" ], [ "At the end of high school", "During his first year of university", "After he finished college", "When he was 14" ], [ "He was born a Konv", "He wasn't born human", "He had no friends at university", "He liked a girl" ], [ "Stockholm", "Wolf River", "Siam ", "Centaurus" ], [ "She did not understand the Stinson Effect", "She had to raise her son alone", "She was just able to make ends meet", "She had to hide her scar" ], [ "She was against using the cylinder", "She had not wanted to go to Centaurus", "She had avoided using it as part of her disguise", "She never learned how to use the cylinder" ], [ "She thought he was there to kill Earl", "She thought he was there to kill her", "He said he was an agent", "She found out he was an agent" ], [ "He liked to swim in the river with his friends", "He was taken by the Konv for surgery", "When you travel with the cylinder you arrive nude", "He shared a small house with his mom" ] ]

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[ [ "spoke of it, except at first, when Earl was a boy of seven and they had\n just come there to live. Then she only said that she came from the\n East. She knew the names of eastern Wisconsin towns, and small facts", "\"No, I don't!\" she said sharply. \"You're old enough to face realities.\n You are a Konv. You always will be a Konv.\nHave you forgotten your own\n father?\n\"", "Her neighbors knew nothing of the money she had brought with her to\n Wisconsin. They didn't even know that she was not a native. She never", "return to Wisconsin. The Agents would rush to the calculated spot, but\n would find only the bare footprints of a woman and a boy. They would\n swear and drive back to their offices to dig through files, searching", "while her husband had been one of twenty-eight persons. She decided\n then that her efforts would be too ineffective. The odds were wrong.\n She would wait until her son, Earl, was grown.", "They lived in a small house beside the little Wolf river in Wisconsin.\n Once it had been a summer cottage owned by a rich man from Chicago.\n The rich man died. His heirs sold it. Now it was well insulated and", "Suddenly his face paled and he stopped in the act of getting into his\n trousers. \"Guess I know now. They made me a Konv.\"", "hate!\" But she clenched her hands over her knitting, knowing that he\n would learn it faster if she avoided the word.\nThe winter passed, and the next summer, and two more summers.", "\"I'm not like most boys, mother. The Konvs saw to that. Sometimes I'm\n sorry. Back in high school I used to wish I was like the others. Do you", "So she exhumed the money she had hidden more than ten years before.\n The house beside the Little Wolf river was sold. They found a modest", "Several times in the past seven years Mrs. Jamieson had seen other\n Konvs, and had been tempted to identify herself and say, \"Here I am.", "\"I don't blame you, mother,\" Earl said simply. \"But we are freaks.\n Everybody says, 'Konv' as if it is something dirty. They write it on\n the walls in rest rooms.\"", "One day he disappeared.\nMrs. Jamieson was alarmed. Had the Agents found him? She watched the\n papers daily for some word of Konvs being killed.", "Her husband had been one of the first, and they would not forget. One\n day the boy would disappear for a few hours. When he returned the small", "Konv, one of those left behind by Stinson as an undesirable. His wife\n had been killed by the Agents the week before. He had gone completely", "pattern—usually a person from the same family. I would say it is very\n likely that Konvs will be found here.\"\nHe shook his head. \"No. They knew we were coming, and no one said a", "fear that one or more of the men on Earl's list might have acquired a\n cylinder and were now Konvs themselves.\nTwo weeks later she read a news item saying that Tom Palieu had been", "That was back in '07, on the eve of his departure for Alpha Centaurus;\n but she never spoke of this; and she was very careful not to move from\n place to place except by the conventional methods of travel.", "\"Here you can study and relax, and have those bull sessions students\n are always having,\" she said.\n\n\n \"There will be no friends,\" he answered, \"not here. No Konvs will be at\n the university.\"", "For Mrs. Jamieson was one of the Konvs." ], [ "mine. I'm afraid it's time to leave Earth.\"\nEarl sat down suddenly, \"It's just as well. I thought maybe some day I", "This was her husband's money she was spending now. It needed to last\n only a few years. Then they would leave Earth forever.", "while her husband had been one of twenty-eight persons. She decided\n then that her efforts would be too ineffective. The odds were wrong.\n She would wait until her son, Earl, was grown.", "\"I don't blame you, mother,\" Earl said simply. \"But we are freaks.\n Everybody says, 'Konv' as if it is something dirty. They write it on\n the walls in rest rooms.\"", "like his before. He asked who was Earl Jamieson, and I said I was. Then\n he said, 'Come with me.' I went with him. I don't know why. It seemed", "Had she returned to Earth? The question did not trouble them long. They\n had more serious problems. Stinson had selected only the best of the", "But it was more lucrative to stay. On Earth they could rob, loot, even\n murder—without fear of the law.", "That was back in '07, on the eve of his departure for Alpha Centaurus;\n but she never spoke of this; and she was very careful not to move from\n place to place except by the conventional methods of travel.", "She painted the room herself, in soft, pastel colors. When it was\n finished she showed Earl regally into the room, making a big joke of it.", "Earl was ready for college. They had successfully kept their secret.\n They had been vigilant in every detail. Earl referred to the \"damn", "spoke of it, except at first, when Earl was a boy of seven and they had\n just come there to live. Then she only said that she came from the\n East. She knew the names of eastern Wisconsin towns, and small facts", "Konvs when he left Earth, leaving all those with criminal tendencies\n behind. They could have followed if they chose—what could stop them?", "She knew. She had found a gun in Earl's desk.\n\n\n She took the paper into Earl's room. \"Did you do this?\"", "be after Earl. They were so clever, so persistent. She wanted him to be\n ready, not only in ways of avoiding their traps ... but ready with a\n heart full of hate.", "She turned her back and slammed the door. Earl stood very still for\n a long time in the room that was to have been happy for him. She was\n crying just beyond the wall.", "Earl did not use the room that first year. He slept in the second\n bedroom. He did not mention his frustrated desires to be normal, not", "Mrs. Jamieson told how Stinson, knowing he had made too many cylinders\n and given them unwisely, left Earth for Alpha Centaurus.", "insane and made the raid singlehanded. Mrs. Jamieson read the account\n of crimes committed by the man and his wife, and determined to prevent\n Earl from making the mistake of taking on more than he could handle.", "She did not mention her secret hope, that before they left Earth\n he would have fully avenged his father's death. He was clever and\n intelligent.\n\n\n He could kill many Agents.", "That is, the first shock was over. Mrs. Jamieson watched Earl leave the\n house, walking slowly along the river, a boy with a man's problems." ], [ "mine. I'm afraid it's time to leave Earth.\"\nEarl sat down suddenly, \"It's just as well. I thought maybe some day I", "Earl changed.", "like his before. He asked who was Earl Jamieson, and I said I was. Then\n he said, 'Come with me.' I went with him. I don't know why. It seemed", "Earl was ready for college. They had successfully kept their secret.\n They had been vigilant in every detail. Earl referred to the \"damn", "Earl did not use the room that first year. He slept in the second\n bedroom. He did not mention his frustrated desires to be normal, not", "spoke of it, except at first, when Earl was a boy of seven and they had\n just come there to live. Then she only said that she came from the\n East. She knew the names of eastern Wisconsin towns, and small facts", "That is, the first shock was over. Mrs. Jamieson watched Earl leave the\n house, walking slowly along the river, a boy with a man's problems.", "metallurgist, Straus a doctor. But Straus is an old man by this time. A\n young doctor will be needed. Study hard, Earl. Learn all you can. Even\n the great ones get sick.\"", "Had she returned to Earth? The question did not trouble them long. They\n had more serious problems. Stinson had selected only the best of the", "This was her husband's money she was spending now. It needed to last\n only a few years. Then they would leave Earth forever.", "be after Earl. They were so clever, so persistent. She wanted him to be\n ready, not only in ways of avoiding their traps ... but ready with a\n heart full of hate.", "Earl faced the window, looking out, then turned quickly back. \"What is\n it?\" he asked, desperately. \"What happened to me?\"", "It happened to Earl one hot summer day when he was fourteen. Mrs.\n Jamieson was working in her kitchen; Earl supposedly was swimming with", "\"I don't blame you, mother,\" Earl said simply. \"But we are freaks.\n Everybody says, 'Konv' as if it is something dirty. They write it on\n the walls in rest rooms.\"", "while her husband had been one of twenty-eight persons. She decided\n then that her efforts would be too ineffective. The odds were wrong.\n She would wait until her son, Earl, was grown.", "She painted the room herself, in soft, pastel colors. When it was\n finished she showed Earl regally into the room, making a big joke of it.", "She knew. She had found a gun in Earl's desk.\n\n\n She took the paper into Earl's room. \"Did you do this?\"", "No sound was generated by the man's coming. One instant they were\n talking alone, the next he was here. Earl saw him first. He was a", "When she arrived at her own home, Earl was in his room.\n\n\n \"Where have you been?\" she asked petulantly.\n\n\n \"Oh, here and there.\"", "A room was built on the east side of the bungalow, with its own private\n entrance. This was Earl's room. Ostensibly the private entrance was for\n convenience due to the irregular hours of college students." ], [ "like his before. He asked who was Earl Jamieson, and I said I was. Then\n he said, 'Come with me.' I went with him. I don't know why. It seemed", "Earl changed.", "be after Earl. They were so clever, so persistent. She wanted him to be\n ready, not only in ways of avoiding their traps ... but ready with a\n heart full of hate.", "Earl faced the window, looking out, then turned quickly back. \"What is\n it?\" he asked, desperately. \"What happened to me?\"", "mine. I'm afraid it's time to leave Earth.\"\nEarl sat down suddenly, \"It's just as well. I thought maybe some day I", "Excitement brought color to her cheeks when she thought of Earl facing\n one of them—a lean, cunning jaguar facing a fat, lazy bear. It was her", "Earl did not use the room that first year. He slept in the second\n bedroom. He did not mention his frustrated desires to be normal, not", "Earl said, \"Why was my father killed?\"", "\"I don't blame you, mother,\" Earl said simply. \"But we are freaks.\n Everybody says, 'Konv' as if it is something dirty. They write it on\n the walls in rest rooms.\"", "\"Well, what else can he do?\" Earl asked. \"After all, he is an Agent.\n If one of them is killed, he will have to tell what he knows.\"", "Earl was ready for college. They had successfully kept their secret.\n They had been vigilant in every detail. Earl referred to the \"damn", "while her husband had been one of twenty-eight persons. She decided\n then that her efforts would be too ineffective. The odds were wrong.\n She would wait until her son, Earl, was grown.", "No sound was generated by the man's coming. One instant they were\n talking alone, the next he was here. Earl saw him first. He was a", "metallurgist, Straus a doctor. But Straus is an old man by this time. A\n young doctor will be needed. Study hard, Earl. Learn all you can. Even\n the great ones get sick.\"", "When she arrived at her own home, Earl was in his room.\n\n\n \"Where have you been?\" she asked petulantly.\n\n\n \"Oh, here and there.\"", "spoke of it, except at first, when Earl was a boy of seven and they had\n just come there to live. Then she only said that she came from the\n East. She knew the names of eastern Wisconsin towns, and small facts", "That is, the first shock was over. Mrs. Jamieson watched Earl leave the\n house, walking slowly along the river, a boy with a man's problems.", "It happened to Earl one hot summer day when he was fourteen. Mrs.\n Jamieson was working in her kitchen; Earl supposedly was swimming with", "Even before the summer was over, he matured. The childish antics of his\n friends began to bore him. \"Be careful, Earl,\" his mother would say.", "She painted the room herself, in soft, pastel colors. When it was\n finished she showed Earl regally into the room, making a big joke of it." ], [ "Earl was ready for college. They had successfully kept their secret.\n They had been vigilant in every detail. Earl referred to the \"damn", "Earl changed.", "A room was built on the east side of the bungalow, with its own private\n entrance. This was Earl's room. Ostensibly the private entrance was for\n convenience due to the irregular hours of college students.", "spoke of it, except at first, when Earl was a boy of seven and they had\n just come there to live. Then she only said that she came from the\n East. She knew the names of eastern Wisconsin towns, and small facts", "like his before. He asked who was Earl Jamieson, and I said I was. Then\n he said, 'Come with me.' I went with him. I don't know why. It seemed", "That is, the first shock was over. Mrs. Jamieson watched Earl leave the\n house, walking slowly along the river, a boy with a man's problems.", "Earl did not use the room that first year. He slept in the second\n bedroom. He did not mention his frustrated desires to be normal, not", "When she arrived at her own home, Earl was in his room.\n\n\n \"Where have you been?\" she asked petulantly.\n\n\n \"Oh, here and there.\"", "Earl faced the window, looking out, then turned quickly back. \"What is\n it?\" he asked, desperately. \"What happened to me?\"", "No sound was generated by the man's coming. One instant they were\n talking alone, the next he was here. Earl saw him first. He was a", "\"I don't blame you, mother,\" Earl said simply. \"But we are freaks.\n Everybody says, 'Konv' as if it is something dirty. They write it on\n the walls in rest rooms.\"", "She turned her back and slammed the door. Earl stood very still for\n a long time in the room that was to have been happy for him. She was\n crying just beyond the wall.", "Even before the summer was over, he matured. The childish antics of his\n friends began to bore him. \"Be careful, Earl,\" his mother would say.", "while her husband had been one of twenty-eight persons. She decided\n then that her efforts would be too ineffective. The odds were wrong.\n She would wait until her son, Earl, was grown.", "She knew. She had found a gun in Earl's desk.\n\n\n She took the paper into Earl's room. \"Did you do this?\"", "metallurgist, Straus a doctor. But Straus is an old man by this time. A\n young doctor will be needed. Study hard, Earl. Learn all you can. Even\n the great ones get sick.\"", "It happened to Earl one hot summer day when he was fourteen. Mrs.\n Jamieson was working in her kitchen; Earl supposedly was swimming with", "She painted the room herself, in soft, pastel colors. When it was\n finished she showed Earl regally into the room, making a big joke of it.", "be after Earl. They were so clever, so persistent. She wanted him to be\n ready, not only in ways of avoiding their traps ... but ready with a\n heart full of hate.", "mine. I'm afraid it's time to leave Earth.\"\nEarl sat down suddenly, \"It's just as well. I thought maybe some day I" ], [ "Mrs. Jamieson's face colored, then drained white.", "Sometimes when she talked about her husband, Mrs. Jamieson wanted to\n stand up and scream at her son, \"Hate, hate! Hate! You must learn to", "Mrs. Jamieson could not remember, before she died.", "Mrs. Jamieson held out her hand. \"Come here, son. It's time I told you\n about us.\"", "It was inevitable that they should identify Mrs. Jamieson as one of\n the offenders, since they had discovered, even before Stinson took his", "It was also convenient for coming home late at night after Agent\n hunting.\n\n\n Mrs. Jamieson was becoming obvious.", "Apparently they did not miss him. Mrs. Jamieson handed him a pair of\n trousers. \"Here, get yourself dressed. Then we'll talk.\"", "For Mrs. Jamieson was one of the Konvs.", "\"You have asked many times,\" Mrs. Jamieson said, \"how your father\n died. Now I will tell you the truth. Your father was one of the great", "Mrs. Jamieson turned to leave the room, but he stopped her. \"You\n understand what I'm saying, don't you?\"", "That is, the first shock was over. Mrs. Jamieson watched Earl leave the\n house, walking slowly along the river, a boy with a man's problems.", "Heavy steps sounded on the porch outside.\n\n\n \"We'd better hurry,\" Mrs. Jamieson said.", "It was a hot, mucky afternoon with storm clouds pushing out of the\n west. Mrs. Jamieson put on her swimming suit and wandered down to the", "He pointed to the paper on his desk. Mrs. Jamieson, trembling, picked\n it up and read the names. Seeing them there, written like any other", "Mrs. Jamieson stopped on her way out of the room and laid a hand on his\n arm. \"Your father would have been proud of you,\" she said. \"Soon you\n will learn the truth about the Agents.\"", "Mrs. Jamieson and her son were very comfortable, even in the coldest\n winter. During the summer they rented a few row boats to vacationing\n fishermen, and she had built a few overnight cabins beside the road.", "Then Mrs. Jamieson saw him.\n\n\n \"Benjamin!\" she cried. \"I knew someone would come.\"\n\n\n He smiled. \"This is your son?\"", "One day he disappeared.\nMrs. Jamieson was alarmed. Had the Agents found him? She watched the\n papers daily for some word of Konvs being killed.", "\"Where?\"\n\n\n \"Bangkok.\"\n\n\n Mrs. Jamieson had to sit down. Finally she was able to ask, \"How did it\n happen?\"", "insane and made the raid singlehanded. Mrs. Jamieson read the account\n of crimes committed by the man and his wife, and determined to prevent\n Earl from making the mistake of taking on more than he could handle." ], [ "Then he made more cylinders. He was the only man in the world who\n knew how to construct it, and he kept the secret, giving cylinders\n to selected people. He worked out the basic principle, calling it a", "after the first attempt, but he persisted in his efforts to be so. Use\n of the cylinder was out of the question for them now, anyway.", "\"Why not? Stinson selected only educated, intelligent people. When\n one dies the cylinder is taken and adjusted to a new thought", "back in the sixties.\" They did not suspect that she did this only to\n cover the thin, pencil-line scar, evidence that a small cylinder lay\n under her skin behind the ear.", "the power and freedom the cylinders gave must be coveted even by them.\n And they were in the best position to gain them. She was consumed by", "Mrs. Jamieson slowly opened her eyes....\n\n\n She no longer felt the hands.\nShe was still in the room!\nBenjamin and\n her son were gone. Her outstretched hands touched nothing.", "thought he moved in an effort to please her because of the illness, but\n she soon grew aware of her mistake.", "Benjamin held out his hands. They took them, to increase the power of\n the cylinders. As the Agents pounded on the door, Mrs. Jamieson flicked", "That night she soundlessly lifted the screen from the window over his\n bed and shot him with a .22 rifle.", "while her husband had been one of twenty-eight persons. She decided\n then that her efforts would be too ineffective. The odds were wrong.\n She would wait until her son, Earl, was grown.", "So he sat across the kitchen table from her, and she told the whole\n history, beginning with Stinson sitting in the laboratory in New\n Jersey, holding in his hand a small cylinder moulded from silicon", "Effect; but we do know that hate and greed as motivating forces can\n greatly minimize the cylinders' power. That is why the undesirables\n with cylinders have never reached Centaurus.\"", "She turned her back and slammed the door. Earl stood very still for\n a long time in the room that was to have been happy for him. She was\n crying just beyond the wall.", "Her power was gone!\n\n\n The Agents stepped into the room over the broken door. She stared at\n them, then ran to Earl's desk, fumbling for the gun.", "This was her husband's money she was spending now. It needed to last\n only a few years. Then they would leave Earth forever.", "Together they would seek revenge. He did not have the cylinder—not\n yet. But he would. The Konvs took care of their own.", "She did not answer him. Finally he said, \"It doesn't make sense to you,\n does it?\"", "Her husband had been one of the small group who developed this tiny\n instrument. Not the inventor—\nhis\nname was Stinson, and the effects", "That was back in '07, on the eve of his departure for Alpha Centaurus;\n but she never spoke of this; and she was very careful not to move from\n place to place except by the conventional methods of travel.", "He didn't know why—not yet—but he would. \"He'll do it yet!\" she\n whispered to the flowered wallpaper. She didn't care that no one heard\n her." ], [ "He turned back, a dawning comprehension showing in his eyes. \"That's\n right, you're one, too. That is why you killed that Agent in the third\n cabin.\"", "the group left. They shot him in the back, and the others had to go on\n without him. Now do you know why I killed the Agent in the third cabin?", "That night she soundlessly lifted the screen from the window over his\n bed and shot him with a .22 rifle.", "killed himself. Mrs. Jamieson dropped the paper immediately and went\n to Stockholm. She did not consider the risk. In Stockholm she found\n clothes and made discreet inquiries. The slain man had been a Finnish", "insane and made the raid singlehanded. Mrs. Jamieson read the account\n of crimes committed by the man and his wife, and determined to prevent\n Earl from making the mistake of taking on more than he could handle.", "She knew. She had found a gun in Earl's desk.\n\n\n She took the paper into Earl's room. \"Did you do this?\"", "And my husband, E. Mason Jamieson, who never got away because those\n filthy, unspeakable Agents shot him in the back, there in that coffee\n shop in Bangkok, Siam.\"", "\"I didn't kill him. That's what seems so strange. And he didn't try to", "Once, in the second year after her husband's death, an Agent came and\n stayed in one of her cabins.", "She learned that he was an Agent completely by accident. While cleaning\n the cabin one morning his badge fell out of a shirt pocket. She stood", "She didn't know where the men were now, those who had killed her\n husband. They could be anywhere. Agents moved from post to post; in ten", "crazy with envy. He killed two women there in Bangkok. The Agents\n thought Jamieson—I mean, your father—did it. Jamieson was the", "Suddenly, with a wide, furious sweep of her hand, she slapped his face.\n So much strength and rage was in her arm that the blow almost sent him", "\"You have asked many times,\" Mrs. Jamieson said, \"how your father\n died. Now I will tell you the truth. Your father was one of the great", "kill me. We didn't even fight. He didn't ask why I broke in without\n breaking the lock or even a window. He seemed to know. He did ask what", "Mrs. Jamieson was furious. \"And you believed him?\"\n\n\n \"I don't know. I just know what he said—and that he let me go without\n trying to shoot me.\"", "violently, so that she was forced to slap him to prevent hysteria. She\n looked behind his ear.", "\"I don't know,\" he said. \"Curiosity, maybe, or a subconscious desire\n for revenge. I just wanted to see them.\"", "Sometimes when she talked about her husband, Mrs. Jamieson wanted to\n stand up and scream at her son, \"Hate, hate! Hate! You must learn to", "him. Then he said he didn't blame me for not telling, that Konvs must\n fear Agents, and hate them. Then he said, 'Do you know why we kill" ], [ "\"Get used to what?\"\n\n\n \"To people seeing you nude.\"\n\n\n \"What?\"\n\n\n \"Never mind. What happened just now?\"", "like his before. He asked who was Earl Jamieson, and I said I was. Then\n he said, 'Come with me.' I went with him. I don't know why. It seemed", "middle-aged man whose hair was completely white. He stood near the\n desk, easily, as if standing there were the most natural way to relax.\n He was entirely nude ... but it seemed natural and right.", "\"I don't blame you, mother,\" Earl said simply. \"But we are freaks.\n Everybody says, 'Konv' as if it is something dirty. They write it on\n the walls in rest rooms.\"", "Earl did not use the room that first year. He slept in the second\n bedroom. He did not mention his frustrated desires to be normal, not", "She painted the room herself, in soft, pastel colors. When it was\n finished she showed Earl regally into the room, making a big joke of it.", "Earl was ready for college. They had successfully kept their secret.\n They had been vigilant in every detail. Earl referred to the \"damn", "Earl changed.", "A room was built on the east side of the bungalow, with its own private\n entrance. This was Earl's room. Ostensibly the private entrance was for\n convenience due to the irregular hours of college students.", "It happened to Earl one hot summer day when he was fourteen. Mrs.\n Jamieson was working in her kitchen; Earl supposedly was swimming with", "his friends in the river. Suddenly he appeared before her, completely\n nude. At sight of his mother his face paled and he began to shake", "be after Earl. They were so clever, so persistent. She wanted him to be\n ready, not only in ways of avoiding their traps ... but ready with a\n heart full of hate.", "That is, the first shock was over. Mrs. Jamieson watched Earl leave the\n house, walking slowly along the river, a boy with a man's problems.", "Earl faced the window, looking out, then turned quickly back. \"What is\n it?\" he asked, desperately. \"What happened to me?\"", "No sound was generated by the man's coming. One instant they were\n talking alone, the next he was here. Earl saw him first. He was a", "When she arrived at her own home, Earl was in his room.\n\n\n \"Where have you been?\" she asked petulantly.\n\n\n \"Oh, here and there.\"", "She knew. She had found a gun in Earl's desk.\n\n\n She took the paper into Earl's room. \"Did you do this?\"", "spoke of it, except at first, when Earl was a boy of seven and they had\n just come there to live. Then she only said that she came from the\n East. She knew the names of eastern Wisconsin towns, and small facts", "Excitement brought color to her cheeks when she thought of Earl facing\n one of them—a lean, cunning jaguar facing a fat, lazy bear. It was her", "He started for his room, but she stopped him. \"No, do it right here.\n You may as well get used to it now.\"" ] ]

[ "Approximately how many farm animals were there in the Americas?", "Why was Max happy to be paid with fruit?", "How many children did Albin have?", "What had Albin had to do with the machine before he got inside it?", "Why did Max need to be the one to use the machine?", "What was inside the metal box?", "What was Max's task?", "Why did Max think the world in the story was wonderful?", "What did Albin hope he would accomplish?" ]

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[ [ "white leghorn hens and two roosters—about one-sixth of the known\n livestock wealth of the Western Hemisphere—thoroughly content with", "There were less than a hundred thousand of them, well below the danger\n point, it had been estimated, where a species might be wiped out by a", "Most of the world's non-human mammals had been slaughtered for food\n long before they could starve to death. Many insects, too, before they", "obscure civil-service job as a relief guard at the North American\n Chicken Reservation to his present heroic and remunerative eminence.\n He would still be patrolling the barbed wire that surrounded the three", "All around the time machine, there was a heavy gray murk in which\n objects were hinted at rather than stated definitely. It reminded him\n of patrolling his beat at the North American Chicken Reservation in a\n thick fog.", "But the Blight was still adjusting to new plants and the food supply\n kept shrinking. In another century....", "But the nutritive potential of Earth was steadily diminishing in a\n horrifying geometric progression. Recently, it had been observed,", "Then the virus adjusted to wheat and corn—and famine howled in every\n street of the planet. All attempts by botanists to control the Blight", "than a chicken guard. His clothes were fully as ragged, fully as\n multi-colored, as those that Alben had stepped out of. And the gnawing\n in his stomach was no doubt almost as great.", "some form of scientific research to some extent. Since the population\n was now so limited in proportion to the great resources available, all\n physical labor had long been done by robots. The government saw to it", "new calamity. Not that another calamity would be needed. Since the end\n of the Epidemic, the birth rate had been moving further and further\n behind the death rate. In another century....", "more hunger. Every time things got really tight, you and your wife\n looking sideways at your kids and wondering which of them would bring\n the best price. Buying security for them, as he was now, at the risk of", "but black markets became the only markets, and black marketeers the\n barons of life. Starvation took the hindmost, and only the most agile\n economically lived in comparative comfort. Law and order were had only", "They with their easy lives, what did they know what existence had been\n like for such as he? Hunger, always hunger, scrabbling, servility, and", "successfully defied all the vaccines and serums attempted against\n it. Then, when a vaccine was finally perfected, humanity discovered\n to its dismay that its generative powers had been permanently and", "of 1976 that finally did the damage the biologists had been warning\n about. The missile with its deadly warhead exploded in the Brazilian", "five\nchildren—why, he'd be a big man, maybe the biggest man on\n Earth! And he'd have robots to work for him and lots of food. Above", "failed because of the swiftness of its onslaught. And after it had fed,\n it hit again at a new plant and another and another.", "that everybody had an ample supply of goods and, in return, asked only\n that they experiment without any risk to their own lives—every human\n being was now a much-prized, highly guarded rarity.", "handsome compensation for the damage.\nBut there had been more damage than anyone knew at the time. A plant\n virus, similar to the tobacco mosaic, had mutated under the impact" ], [ "The fear left him and, for the first time in his life, Max Alben felt\n the sensation of power.", "This machine, the pride and the hope of 2089, was something almost\n outside his powers of comprehension. But Max Alben knew how to run it,", "Max Alben gulped and nodded violently. He darted to the rear of the\n machine and turned the dial which activated it.\nflick!", "to do it before you have a chance to undo it!\nIt was a good job and Max Alben knew whom he had to thank for it—his\n great-grandfather.", "Even if he didn't come back, he had at last found a socially useful\n escape from genetic responsibility to humanity in general and his own\n family in particular. This was a damn good job and he was lucky.", "And if that had not been discovered, the ruling powers of Earth, more\n than a century later, would never have plucked Max Alben out of an", "inside. Yes, that was exactly what it was, he saw excitedly. He began\n to read it rapidly, very rapidly, as if it were a newly published paper\n on neutrinos. Besides, the manuscript was written with almost painful", "They with their easy lives, what did they know what existence had been\n like for such as he? Hunger, always hunger, scrabbling, servility, and", "Leisurely, he unzipped the richly embroidered garment that, as the\n father of two children, he was privileged to wear, and wriggled into", "that everybody had an ample supply of goods and, in return, asked only\n that they experiment without any risk to their own lives—every human\n being was now a much-prized, highly guarded rarity.", "That was why a desperate and secret attempt to alter the past was being\n made. This kind of world was evidently impossible.\n\n\n Max Alben finished the manuscript and sighed. What a wonderful world!\n What a comfortable place to live!", "The old man smiled again. \"Yes. Of course, Mr. Gomez.\" He came up to\n where Alben stood in the entrance of the time machine and handed the", "Max Alben pulled the little red switch toward him.\nflick!\nAs the equipment of the remote-control station began to oscillate into", "than a chicken guard. His clothes were fully as ragged, fully as\n multi-colored, as those that Alben had stepped out of. And the gnawing\n in his stomach was no doubt almost as great.", "obscure civil-service job as a relief guard at the North American\n Chicken Reservation to his present heroic and remunerative eminence.\n He would still be patrolling the barbed wire that surrounded the three", "It was strange, Max Alben reflected, that this time travel business,\n which knocked unconscious everyone who tried it, only made him feel\n slightly dizzy. That was because he was descended from Giovanni Albeni,", "the half-pail of dried apricots he received each and every payday.", "He knew who ruled his world—these stolid, well-fed men in clean\n garments with a minimum of patches, and where patches occurred, at\n least they were the color of the surrounding cloth.", "\"Good old Giovanni Albeni,\" he laughed again happily.", "tired to the tip of his uncalloused fingers, tired to the recesses\n of his unused muscles. He was tired of having to undertake a simple\n adventure like a thief in the night." ], [ "\"That I'll promise you,\" Albin said a trifle disgustedly. \"It'll end\n with neither a bang\nnor\na whimper. So long, Hugo. So long, Bob.\"", "of their tremendous stature so much as waste a glance on someone like\n Alben ordinarily, let alone confer a lifetime pension on his wife and\n five children of a full spoonful each of non-synthetic sugar a day?", "Albin decided that he was experiencing renunciation and felt proud.", "than a chicken guard. His clothes were fully as ragged, fully as\n multi-colored, as those that Alben had stepped out of. And the gnawing\n in his stomach was no doubt almost as great.", "\"Good old Giovanni Albeni,\" he laughed as he looked at the morose faces\n of his two colleagues. Bob Skeat and Hugo Honek had done as much as he", "Albin grimaced in annoyance. \"I\nam\nexcited by doing something\n besides sitting in a safe little corner working out safe little", "\"Good old Giovanni Albeni,\" he muttered as he hurried into the\n laboratory slightly ahead of the escorting technicians, all of them,", "Alben kept his eyes deferentially in their direction, too, as he had\n throughout this period of last-minute instruction.", "the same point in time to change them.\"\nAlbin laughed. \"That's just looking for trouble.\"", "Mac Albin finished the document and sighed. What a magnificent world!\n What an exciting place to live!", "\"Good old Giovanni Albeni,\" he muttered again affectionately.", "It was odd, Mac Albin reflected, that these temporal journeys, which\n induced coma in everyone who tried it, only made him feel slightly\n dizzy. That was because he was descended from Giovanni Albeni, he", "The fear left him and, for the first time in his life, Max Alben felt\n the sensation of power.", "It was a good job and Mac Albin knew whom he had to thank for it—his\n great-grandfather.", "\"Good old Giovanni Albeni,\" he laughed again happily.", "\"Oh, it won't be that bad,\" Albin reassured him absent-mindedly from\n where he lay contorted inside the time machine. He watched Skeat coming\n toward him with the box.", "It was strange, Max Alben reflected, that this time travel business,\n which knocked unconscious everyone who tried it, only made him feel\n slightly dizzy. That was because he was descended from Giovanni Albeni,", "reality all around him, Mac Albin felt a bit of shame at what he was\n doing. He'd promised Bob and Hugo to drop the experiment at any stage", "This machine, the pride and the hope of 2089, was something almost\n outside his powers of comprehension. But Max Alben knew how to run it,", "on Earth—absolutely without exception—had to choose a branch of\n research science in which to specialize. In the flabby, careful,\n life-guarding world the Earth had become, Mac Albin would never have" ], [ "This machine, the pride and the hope of 2089, was something almost\n outside his powers of comprehension. But Max Alben knew how to run it,", "\"Oh, it won't be that bad,\" Albin reassured him absent-mindedly from\n where he lay contorted inside the time machine. He watched Skeat coming\n toward him with the box.", "Max Alben gulped and nodded violently. He darted to the rear of the\n machine and turned the dial which activated it.\nflick!", "He shrugged rapidly out of his rags, as he had been instructed in the\n anteroom, and stepped into the housing of the enormous mechanism.", "The old man smiled again. \"Yes. Of course, Mr. Gomez.\" He came up to\n where Alben stood in the entrance of the time machine and handed the", "Alben noticed that Abd Sadha had risen from the straight chair at\n the far side of the room and was approaching him with a sealed metal\n cylinder in one hand.", "Max Alben pulled the little red switch toward him.\nflick!\nAs the equipment of the remote-control station began to oscillate into", "\"Good old Giovanni Albeni,\" he muttered as he hurried into the\n laboratory slightly ahead of the escorting technicians, all of them,", "\"But Bob and you both tried to operate the machine,\" Albin reminded\n him. \"And you blacked out after a fifteen-second temporal displacement.", "being put into operation. But it meant a lot more to Mac Albin than\n merely saving a world. It meant an adventurous mission with the risk of\n death.", "Alben kept his eyes deferentially in their direction, too, as he had\n throughout this period of last-minute instruction.", "Albin grimaced in annoyance. \"I\nam\nexcited by doing something\n besides sitting in a safe little corner working out safe little", "This was the first time he had seen it, since he had been taught\n how to operate it on a dummy model, and now he stared at the great\n transparent coils and the susurrating energy bubble with much respect.", "As the equipment of the remote-control station began to take on a\n blurred reality all around him, Max Alben felt a bit of fear at what\n he was doing. The technicians, he remembered, the Secretary-General,", "Mac Albin pushed the little red switch from him.\nflick!\nNow! Now to make a halfway decent world!", "Mac Albin pushed the little red switch from him.\nflick!\n... pulled the little red switch toward him.\nflick!", "He paused and tapped at his sleek chin. He was supposed to do something\n a second before materialization. Yes, that nervous theoretician, Bob\n Skeat, had given him a last suggestion.", "He picked up the small metal box, twisted around to face the opening\n of the time machine and dropped it into the gray murk. A solid object", "\"Wait a minute, Mac,\" Skeat said and crossed to the other side of the\n narrow laboratory.\nAlbin and Honek watched him stuff several sheets of paper into a small\n metal box which he closed without locking.", "the housing of the complex little mechanism. This was hardly the\n first time he had seen it, since he'd been helping to build the device\n from the moment Honek had nodded and risen from the drafting board," ], [ "This machine, the pride and the hope of 2089, was something almost\n outside his powers of comprehension. But Max Alben knew how to run it,", "Max Alben gulped and nodded violently. He darted to the rear of the\n machine and turned the dial which activated it.\nflick!", "As the equipment of the remote-control station began to take on a\n blurred reality all around him, Max Alben felt a bit of fear at what\n he was doing. The technicians, he remembered, the Secretary-General,", "And if that had not been discovered, the ruling powers of Earth, more\n than a century later, would never have plucked Max Alben out of an", "It was strange, Max Alben reflected, that this time travel business,\n which knocked unconscious everyone who tried it, only made him feel\n slightly dizzy. That was because he was descended from Giovanni Albeni,", "The fear left him and, for the first time in his life, Max Alben felt\n the sensation of power.", "Max Alben pulled the little red switch toward him.\nflick!\nAs the equipment of the remote-control station began to oscillate into", "No, if his great-grandfather had not demonstrated long ago his unique\n capacity for remaining conscious during time travel, Max Alben would", "That was why a desperate and secret attempt to alter the past was being\n made. This kind of world was evidently impossible.\n\n\n Max Alben finished the manuscript and sighed. What a wonderful world!\n What a comfortable place to live!", "to do it before you have a chance to undo it!\nIt was a good job and Max Alben knew whom he had to thank for it—his\n great-grandfather.", "register until it rolled to rest against the notch that indicated the\n exactly crucial moment. Then he pushed a button and froze the machine\n where it was.", "being put into operation. But it meant a lot more to Mac Albin than\n merely saving a world. It meant an adventurous mission with the risk of\n death.", "This machine was the last hope, of 2089, even if the world of 2089, as\n a whole, did not know of its existence and would try to prevent its", "This was the first time he had seen it, since he had been taught\n how to operate it on a dummy model, and now he stared at the great\n transparent coils and the susurrating energy bubble with much respect.", "He paused and tapped at his sleek chin. He was supposed to do something\n a second before materialization. Yes, that nervous theoretician, Bob\n Skeat, had given him a last suggestion.", "\"But Bob and you both tried to operate the machine,\" Albin reminded\n him. \"And you blacked out after a fifteen-second temporal displacement.", "\"You've explained enough facts.\" Levney turned to the man inside the\n time machine. \"Hey, fella. You.\nMove!\n\"", "He paused, having evidently stumbled out of his thought sequence.\n\n\n \"And he pulls the red switch toward him,\" Gomez, the dandelion-root\n magnate, reminded him sharply, impatiently.", "Max Alben pulled the little red switch toward him.\nflick!\nNow! Now to make a halfway interesting world!", "on Earth—absolutely without exception—had to choose a branch of\n research science in which to specialize. In the flabby, careful,\n life-guarding world the Earth had become, Mac Albin would never have" ], [ "A small metal box. Funny. What was it doing out there? Curiously,\n he opened it, hoping to find something valuable. Nothing but a few", "He picked up the small metal box, twisted around to face the opening\n of the time machine and dropped it into the gray murk. A solid object", "\"Wait a minute, Mac,\" Skeat said and crossed to the other side of the\n narrow laboratory.\nAlbin and Honek watched him stuff several sheets of paper into a small\n metal box which he closed without locking.", "A sealed metal cylinder. Strange. What was it doing out there?\n Anxiously, he opened it, not daring to believe he'd find a document", "Alben noticed that Abd Sadha had risen from the straight chair at\n the far side of the room and was approaching him with a sealed metal\n cylinder in one hand.", "the reason for the metal box—trying to cover one more explosive\n possibility.\"", "He picked up the sealed metal cylinder, walked to the entrance of the\n time machine and tossed it into the gray murk. A solid object floating", "\"Oh, it won't be that bad,\" Albin reassured him absent-mindedly from\n where he lay contorted inside the time machine. He watched Skeat coming\n toward him with the box.", "sealed metal cylinder to him. \"This is the precaution the scientists\n have just added. When you arrive at your destination, just before\n materializing, you will release it into the surrounding temporal", "floating near the opening attracted his attention. He shot his arm\n out—it was\ncold\n, as cold as they had figured—and pulled the object\n inside.", "inside. Yes, that was exactly what it was, he saw excitedly. He began\n to read it rapidly, very rapidly, as if it were a newly published paper\n on neutrinos. Besides, the manuscript was written with almost painful", "He shrugged rapidly out of his rags, as he had been instructed in the\n anteroom, and stepped into the housing of the enormous mechanism.", "\"Well, all you do, if I have this figured right, is shove the metal\n box containing the manuscript out into the surrounding temporal medium", "\"Take it easy, Mac,\" Bob Skeat said as he handed the metal box to\n Albin. \"The Security Council is just trying to solve the problem in", "the housing of the complex little mechanism. This was hardly the\n first time he had seen it, since he'd been helping to build the device\n from the moment Honek had nodded and risen from the drafting board,", "Max Alben gulped and nodded violently. He darted to the rear of the\n machine and turned the dial which activated it.\nflick!", "He materialized the time machine around the green instrument panel,\n sweating a bit at the sight of the roomful of military figures, despite", "This was the first time he had seen it, since he had been taught\n how to operate it on a dummy model, and now he stared at the great\n transparent coils and the susurrating energy bubble with much respect.", "He'd formed a pretty good idea of the kind of men who ruled that other\n world, from the document in the sealed metal cylinder. The black", "in the Pacific. It tells why ours is the worst possible of futures.\n It's in that box.\"" ], [ "The fear left him and, for the first time in his life, Max Alben felt\n the sensation of power.", "This machine, the pride and the hope of 2089, was something almost\n outside his powers of comprehension. But Max Alben knew how to run it,", "Max Alben gulped and nodded violently. He darted to the rear of the\n machine and turned the dial which activated it.\nflick!", "As the equipment of the remote-control station began to take on a\n blurred reality all around him, Max Alben felt a bit of fear at what\n he was doing. The technicians, he remembered, the Secretary-General,", "Max Alben pulled the little red switch toward him.\nflick!\nAs the equipment of the remote-control station began to oscillate into", "And if that had not been discovered, the ruling powers of Earth, more\n than a century later, would never have plucked Max Alben out of an", "to do it before you have a chance to undo it!\nIt was a good job and Max Alben knew whom he had to thank for it—his\n great-grandfather.", "That was why a desperate and secret attempt to alter the past was being\n made. This kind of world was evidently impossible.\n\n\n Max Alben finished the manuscript and sighed. What a wonderful world!\n What a comfortable place to live!", "Max Alben pulled the little red switch toward him.\nflick!\nNow! Now to make a halfway interesting world!", "He paused, having evidently stumbled out of his thought sequence.\n\n\n \"And he pulls the red switch toward him,\" Gomez, the dandelion-root\n magnate, reminded him sharply, impatiently.", "He stopped and scratched his dirt-matted hair. Wasn't there something\n he was supposed to do a second before materialization? Yes, that\n useless old windbag, Sadha, had given him a last instruction.", "\"He understands everything he has to understand,\" Gomez told him.\n \"Let's get this thing moving.\"", "Even if he didn't come back, he had at last found a socially useful\n escape from genetic responsibility to humanity in general and his own\n family in particular. This was a damn good job and he was lucky.", "It was strange, Max Alben reflected, that this time travel business,\n which knocked unconscious everyone who tried it, only made him feel\n slightly dizzy. That was because he was descended from Giovanni Albeni,", "being put into operation. But it meant a lot more to Mac Albin than\n merely saving a world. It meant an adventurous mission with the risk of\n death.", "Alben kept his eyes deferentially in their direction, too, as he had\n throughout this period of last-minute instruction.", "He paused and tapped at his sleek chin. He was supposed to do something\n a second before materialization. Yes, that nervous theoretician, Bob\n Skeat, had given him a last suggestion.", "He shrugged rapidly out of his rags, as he had been instructed in the\n anteroom, and stepped into the housing of the enormous mechanism.", "Albin grimaced in annoyance. \"I\nam\nexcited by doing something\n besides sitting in a safe little corner working out safe little", "inside. Yes, that was exactly what it was, he saw excitedly. He began\n to read it rapidly, very rapidly, as if it were a newly published paper\n on neutrinos. Besides, the manuscript was written with almost painful" ], [ "That was why a desperate and secret attempt to alter the past was being\n made. This kind of world was evidently impossible.\n\n\n Max Alben finished the manuscript and sighed. What a wonderful world!\n What a comfortable place to live!", "The fear left him and, for the first time in his life, Max Alben felt\n the sensation of power.", "Mac Albin finished the document and sighed. What a magnificent world!\n What an exciting place to live!", "Max Alben pulled the little red switch toward him.\nflick!\nNow! Now to make a halfway interesting world!", "This other world had its troubles, but it was certainly a livelier\n place than where he'd come from. It deserved a chance. Yes, that was", "This machine, the pride and the hope of 2089, was something almost\n outside his powers of comprehension. But Max Alben knew how to run it,", "And if that had not been discovered, the ruling powers of Earth, more\n than a century later, would never have plucked Max Alben out of an", "Max Alben gulped and nodded violently. He darted to the rear of the\n machine and turned the dial which activated it.\nflick!", "they?—and he'd have a big laboratory all to himself. This other world\n had its troubles, but it was a lot nicer place than where he'd come", "to do it before you have a chance to undo it!\nIt was a good job and Max Alben knew whom he had to thank for it—his\n great-grandfather.", "Even if he didn't come back, he had at last found a socially useful\n escape from genetic responsibility to humanity in general and his own\n family in particular. This was a damn good job and he was lucky.", "being put into operation. But it meant a lot more to Mac Albin than\n merely saving a world. It meant an adventurous mission with the risk of\n death.", "how he felt: his world was drowsily moribund; this alternate was\n starving but managing to flail away at destiny. It\ndeserved\na chance.", "It was strange, Max Alben reflected, that this time travel business,\n which knocked unconscious everyone who tried it, only made him feel\n slightly dizzy. That was because he was descended from Giovanni Albeni,", "inside. Yes, that was exactly what it was, he saw excitedly. He began\n to read it rapidly, very rapidly, as if it were a newly published paper\n on neutrinos. Besides, the manuscript was written with almost painful", "But in this other world, this other 2089, there was a state that took\n care of you and that treasured your children. A man like himself, with", "world in which the Blight never occurred. That is correct, is it not,\n gentlemen?\" he asked, turning anxiously again.\nNone of the half-dozen men on couches deigned to answer him. And", "As the equipment of the remote-control station began to take on a\n blurred reality all around him, Max Alben felt a bit of fear at what\n he was doing. The technicians, he remembered, the Secretary-General,", "that everybody had an ample supply of goods and, in return, asked only\n that they experiment without any risk to their own lives—every human\n being was now a much-prized, highly guarded rarity.", "Albin grimaced in annoyance. \"I\nam\nexcited by doing something\n besides sitting in a safe little corner working out safe little" ], [ "\"That I'll promise you,\" Albin said a trifle disgustedly. \"It'll end\n with neither a bang\nnor\na whimper. So long, Hugo. So long, Bob.\"", "Albin decided that he was experiencing renunciation and felt proud.", "Albin grimaced in annoyance. \"I\nam\nexcited by doing something\n besides sitting in a safe little corner working out safe little", "\"Oh, it won't be that bad,\" Albin reassured him absent-mindedly from\n where he lay contorted inside the time machine. He watched Skeat coming\n toward him with the box.", "being put into operation. But it meant a lot more to Mac Albin than\n merely saving a world. It meant an adventurous mission with the risk of\n death.", "the same point in time to change them.\"\nAlbin laughed. \"That's just looking for trouble.\"", "The fear left him and, for the first time in his life, Max Alben felt\n the sensation of power.", "Alben kept his eyes deferentially in their direction, too, as he had\n throughout this period of last-minute instruction.", "reality all around him, Mac Albin felt a bit of shame at what he was\n doing. He'd promised Bob and Hugo to drop the experiment at any stage", "\"Good old Giovanni Albeni,\" he laughed as he looked at the morose faces\n of his two colleagues. Bob Skeat and Hugo Honek had done as much as he", "That was why a desperate and secret attempt to alter the past was being\n made. This kind of world was evidently impossible.\n\n\n Max Alben finished the manuscript and sighed. What a wonderful world!\n What a comfortable place to live!", "\"Good old Giovanni Albeni,\" he muttered as he hurried into the\n laboratory slightly ahead of the escorting technicians, all of them,", "Mac Albin finished the document and sighed. What a magnificent world!\n What an exciting place to live!", "Mac Albin pushed the little red switch from him.\nflick!\nNow! Now to make a halfway decent world!", "This machine, the pride and the hope of 2089, was something almost\n outside his powers of comprehension. But Max Alben knew how to run it,", "Alben noticed that Abd Sadha had risen from the straight chair at\n the far side of the room and was approaching him with a sealed metal\n cylinder in one hand.", "and he knew, roughly, what it was supposed to accomplish. He knew also\n that this was the first backward journey of any great duration and,\n being scientifically unpredictable, might well be the death of him.", "than a chicken guard. His clothes were fully as ragged, fully as\n multi-colored, as those that Alben had stepped out of. And the gnawing\n in his stomach was no doubt almost as great.", "\"Good old Giovanni Albeni,\" he laughed again happily.", "\"Good old Giovanni Albeni,\" he muttered again affectionately." ] ]

[ "Why was Peter looking for a job?", "Where was the employee's entrance?", "Why did Peter feel so nervous when he arrived for his interview?", "What was the purpose of the interview questions?", "Why did the robot adjust the boss' clothing?", "How many companies had the boss started in his life?", "Why was the keyboard locked when the boss tried to put in an order?", "Why did the machine make the boss uncomfortable?" ]

[ [ "He had just finished school", "He wanted to make more money", "He got fired", "He was stockpiled" ], [ "The small door in front", "At the loading bay", "There wasn't one", "On the third side" ], [ "He couldn't open the door", "The automation unnerved him", "The boss yelled at him", "He arrived at the building late" ], [ "To see if Peter was trainable", "To give Peter a hard time for no reason", "To see what Peter knew about the work", "To find out about Peter's past job experience" ], [ "It cared about him", "He told it to do this", "It was a rogue robot not controlled by the central unit", "It was programmed to do this" ], [ "2", "3", "unknown", "1" ], [ "The machine was mad at him", "He couldn't keep up with the mail", "The machine was helping him", "The system malfunctioned because of his tinkering" ], [ "It reminded him of his wife", "He was living in the factory", "The robots were creepy to him", "It didn't do enough of his work for him" ] ]

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[ [ "When Lexington beamed, Peter felt a surge of relief. Talking with this\n man was like walking a tightrope. A word too much or a word too little\n might mean the difference between getting the job or losing it.", "\"With your head full of this nonsense about a shortage of engineers.\"\n\n\n Peter swallowed. \"I thought it would be easier to get a job than it has\n been, yes.\"", "\"I worked my way through,\" said Peter stiffly.\n\n\n \"If you'd stayed with them five years, do you think you'd be able to\n get a job with someone else?\"", "looked at him for quite a while without saying anything, his face\n sagging and pale. Peter didn't trust himself to speak, and let the\n silence remain unbroken.", "But then Peter came out of his momentary flinch, and there was an age\n to the man, about 65, and he saw the muscles had turned to fat, the", "He was a huge man behind an even huger desk. Peter took a chair in\n front of the desk and let himself be inspected. It wasn't comfortable.\n He did some looking over of his own to ease the tension.", "\"I don't know,\" Peter said.\n\n\n Lexington leaned back. \"That's quite a lot of admissions you've made.\n What makes you think you're qualified for the job I'm offering?\"", "It wasn't.\nStaring back at the last blank wall, Peter suddenly remembered the time", "Peter found himself leaping obediently toward the doorway. He stopped\n just short of it, took a deep breath and huffed it out, took another,", "\"Some,\" said Peter, stung again, this time not by a compliment. \"After\n I got my degree, I went East for a post-graduate training program with\n an electrical manufacturer. I got quite a bit of experience there. The\n company—\"", "Peter tore his eyes away from them in time to see the look of\n frustrated embarrassment that crossed Lexington's face, only to be\n replaced by one of anger. He said nothing, however, and led Peter to", "The shock of what he had just seen was showing plainly on Peter's face\n when they walked back into Lexington's office and sat down. Lexington", "appointment, hadn't eased Peter's nervousness by admitting, \"I don't\n know what in hell he's looking for. He's turned down every man we've\n sent him.\"", "\"All right, you have,\" Peter said angrily.\n\n\n \"And now you're wondering why I don't get somebody fresh out of school.\n Right?\"", "Peter searched for a comment, found none that fitted this odd outburst,\n so he kept silent.", "Looking at him squarely, seeing the intensity of the pain-drawn eyes,\n Peter had the startling feeling that Lexington was rooting for him!\n \"No, you're not.\"\n\n\n \"Then what am I after?\"", "\"Come on,\" said Lexington, getting massively to his feet. \"I'll show\n you.\"\nThe office door opened, and Peter found himself being led down the", "\"It sounds wonderful, sir,\" said Peter, feeling dazzled.", "Peter considered his answer carefully. Every man the Association had\n sent had been turned away. That meant bluffs didn't work. Neither, he'd\n seen for himself, did allowing himself to be intimidated.", "any wage you'd stand for, and they'd have an indentured worker with a\n degree—but not the price tag. You see that now?\"\nIt made Peter feel he had been suckered, but he had decided to play" ], [ "Lexington paused here. \"This is the bay used by the trucks arriving\n with raw materials,\" he said. \"They back up to this door, and a set", "changing shifts. This building had one small office entrance facing the\n street, and the only other door was at the loading bay—big enough to\n handle employee traffic, but four feet above the ground. Without any", "Something else was wrong. Peter looked for minutes before he found out\n what it was. Factories usually have large side doorways for employees", "He went through it with his composure slipping still further from his\n grip. This was no way to go into an interview, but doors kept opening", "He nodded, then realized he had to answer aloud if there was a\n microphone around; but the soft voice said: \"Follow the open doors down\n the hall. Mr. Lexington is expecting you.\"", "opened by itself. He stopped and looked for a photo-electric eye, but\n a soft voice said through a loudspeaker in the anteroom wall: \"Mr.\n Manners?\"", "In precis form, Peter listed his observations: the absence of windows\n at sides and rear, the unusual amount of power, the automatic doors,\n the lack of employees' entrances.", "stairs, it could be used only by trucks backing up to it. Maybe the\n employees' entrance was on the third side.", "There had been windows at the front. There were none at the side, and\n none at the rear. Then how were the working areas lit? He looked for", "He let another bellow bounce off him as he blew out the second breath,\n straightened his jacket and tie, and walked in as an engineer applying\n for a position should.", "At this point the door opened, and a small self-propelled cart wheeled\n silently into the room. Stopping in front of Peter, it waited until he", "\"Come on,\" said Lexington, getting massively to his feet. \"I'll show\n you.\"\nThe office door opened, and Peter found himself being led down the", "\"Thanks,\" Peter said, and a door at one side of the anteroom swung open\n for him.", "antiseptic corridor to another door which had opened, giving access to\n the manufacturing area. As they moved along, between rows of seemingly\n disorganized machinery, Peter noticed that the factory lights high", "Peter found himself leaping obediently toward the doorway. He stopped\n just short of it, took a deep breath and huffed it out, took another,", "that was laboring beside him at the moment. Nervously, he looked for an\n exit, but his apprehension was unnecessary. The machines seemed to know", "and studied it to kill time. Plain, featureless concrete walls, not\n large for a manufacturing plant—it took a scant minute to exhaust its\n sightseeing potential. If he walked around the building, he could, if", "The interview was at three. Fifteen minutes to go. Coming early would\n betray overeagerness. Peter stood in front of the Lex Industries plant", "\"Very good,\" said Lexington. \"Most people only notice the automatic\n doors. Anything else?\"\n\n\n \"Yes,\" Peter said. \"You're the only person I've seen in the building.\"", "Back in the office section of the building, Lexington indicated a small\n room where a typewriter could be heard clattering away. \"Standard" ], [ "The interview was at three. Fifteen minutes to go. Coming early would\n betray overeagerness. Peter stood in front of the Lex Industries plant", "When Lexington beamed, Peter felt a surge of relief. Talking with this\n man was like walking a tightrope. A word too much or a word too little\n might mean the difference between getting the job or losing it.", "He was a huge man behind an even huger desk. Peter took a chair in\n front of the desk and let himself be inspected. It wasn't comfortable.\n He did some looking over of his own to ease the tension.", "He went through it with his composure slipping still further from his\n grip. This was no way to go into an interview, but doors kept opening", "appointment, hadn't eased Peter's nervousness by admitting, \"I don't\n know what in hell he's looking for. He's turned down every man we've\n sent him.\"", "The shock of what he had just seen was showing plainly on Peter's face\n when they walked back into Lexington's office and sat down. Lexington", "Peter found himself leaping obediently toward the doorway. He stopped\n just short of it, took a deep breath and huffed it out, took another,", "\"I don't know,\" Peter said.\n\n\n Lexington leaned back. \"That's quite a lot of admissions you've made.\n What makes you think you're qualified for the job I'm offering?\"", "looked at him for quite a while without saying anything, his face\n sagging and pale. Peter didn't trust himself to speak, and let the\n silence remain unbroken.", "\"It sounds wonderful, sir,\" said Peter, feeling dazzled.", "\"With your head full of this nonsense about a shortage of engineers.\"\n\n\n Peter swallowed. \"I thought it would be easier to get a job than it has\n been, yes.\"", "Peter considered his answer carefully. Every man the Association had\n sent had been turned away. That meant bluffs didn't work. Neither, he'd\n seen for himself, did allowing himself to be intimidated.", "But then Peter came out of his momentary flinch, and there was an age\n to the man, about 65, and he saw the muscles had turned to fat, the", "At this point the door opened, and a small self-propelled cart wheeled\n silently into the room. Stopping in front of Peter, it waited until he", "\"Come on,\" said Lexington, getting massively to his feet. \"I'll show\n you.\"\nThe office door opened, and Peter found himself being led down the", "\"Mr. Lexington?\" he said. \"I'm Peter Manners. The Association—\"\n\n\n \"Sit down,\" said the man at the desk. \"Let's look you over.\"", "It wasn't.\nStaring back at the last blank wall, Peter suddenly remembered the time", "He let another bellow bounce off him as he blew out the second breath,\n straightened his jacket and tie, and walked in as an engineer applying\n for a position should.", "rose again, a fine china cup containing steaming black coffee rested\n on it. Peter took it and sipped it, as he supposed he was expected to", "\"Some,\" said Peter, stung again, this time not by a compliment. \"After\n I got my degree, I went East for a post-graduate training program with\n an electrical manufacturer. I got quite a bit of experience there. The\n company—\"" ], [ "He went through it with his composure slipping still further from his\n grip. This was no way to go into an interview, but doors kept opening", "Those were the important things. The background data I got from the\n Association on you counted, of course, but only if you were teachable.\n I think you are. Am I right?\"", "The interview was at three. Fifteen minutes to go. Coming early would\n betray overeagerness. Peter stood in front of the Lex Industries plant", "\"At least I can face knowing how much I don't know,\" said Peter, \"if\n that answers the question.\"\n\n\n \"It does. Partly. What did you notice about this plant?\"", "\"I don't know,\" Peter said.\n\n\n Lexington leaned back. \"That's quite a lot of admissions you've made.\n What makes you think you're qualified for the job I'm offering?\"", "\"Just as I said—they stockpiled you, instead of using you as an\n engineer. They hired you at a cut wage and taught you things that would", "\"The answer came back in the jargon it had learned from letters it had\n seen, and I remember it as if it just happened. 'MR. A LEXINGTON, LEX", "\"You said you wanted an engineer.\"\n\n\n \"And I've just proved you're less of an engineer than when you left\n school. I have, haven't I?\"", "all the while thinking, Hold on now; you're in no shape for an\n interview—and it's not your fault—this whole setup is geared to", "\"Not very much, but we were getting the training instead of wages.\"\n\n\n \"Did that come out of the pamphlets they gave you?\"\n\n\n \"Did what come out—\"", "\"Simple! Whenever I was pleased that things were going smoothly, I\n pressed the kicker button. The machine had one purpose, so far as its", "be useful only in their own company, while in the meantime you were\n getting weaker in the subjects you'd paid to learn. Or are you one of\n these birds that had the shot paid for him?\"", "\"Good,\" said Lexington. \"Only a fool would try to answer that. Do you\n have any knowledge of medicine?\"\n\n\n \"Not enough to matter,\" Peter said, stung by the compliment.", "Peter considered his answer carefully. Every man the Association had\n sent had been turned away. That meant bluffs didn't work. Neither, he'd\n seen for himself, did allowing himself to be intimidated.", "He let another bellow bounce off him as he blew out the second breath,\n straightened his jacket and tie, and walked in as an engineer applying\n for a position should.", "prime purpose was to activate the kicker. The kicker, however, could\n only be activated by me, manually. Lastly, I set up one of the early", "\"Less than you think,\" Lexington said. \"It's the preconceived notions\n they're interested in protecting. At least I won't have to beat them\n out of you.\"", "Looking at him squarely, seeing the intensity of the pain-drawn eyes,\n Peter had the startling feeling that Lexington was rooting for him!\n \"No, you're not.\"\n\n\n \"Then what am I after?\"", "He nodded, then realized he had to answer aloud if there was a\n microphone around; but the soft voice said: \"Follow the open doors down\n the hall. Mr. Lexington is expecting you.\"", "logic circuits were concerned. Its object was to get me to press that\n button. Every day I'd press it at the same time, unless things weren't" ], [ "Lexington was about to leave the side of the machine when abruptly one\n of the arms rose to the handkerchief in his breast pocket and daintily", "\"Exactly!\" whispered Lexington, in an almost conspiratorial tone. \"I\n had altered the circuitry of the machine so that it tried to give\n me pleasure—because by doing so, its own pleasure circuit would be\n activated.", "something to do. The two-armed manipulators Peter had just seen were\n everywhere, scuttling from machine to machine, apparently with an\n exact knowledge of what they were doing and the most efficient way of", "tugged it into a more attractive position. It took only a split second,\n and before Lexington could react, all three machines were moving away\n to attend to mysterious duties of their own.", "that was laboring beside him at the moment. Nervously, he looked for an\n exit, but his apprehension was unnecessary. The machines seemed to know", "At this point the door opened, and a small self-propelled cart wheeled\n silently into the room. Stopping in front of Peter, it waited until he", "\"Simple! Whenever I was pleased that things were going smoothly, I\n pressed the kicker button. The machine had one purpose, so far as its", "He let another bellow bounce off him as he blew out the second breath,\n straightened his jacket and tie, and walked in as an engineer applying\n for a position should.", "Peter didn't see him touch anything, but as he spoke, three glistening\n machines, apparently self-powered, rolled noiselessly up to the door in\n formation and stopped there, apparently waiting to be inspected.", "Lexington went over to one of them and patted it lovingly. \"Really,\n these machines are only an extension of one large machine. The whole", "then I realized what the trouble was. I put a kicker circuit into it, a\n sort of voltage-bias network. I reset the equipment so that while it\n was still under instructions to receive orders and produce goods, its", "Peter followed numbly as Lexington led him through a maze of machines,\n each one seemingly intent on cutting, bending, welding, grinding\n or carrying some bit of metal, or just standing idle, waiting for", "he had set out to kill. He looked at his watch and gasped. At a run,\n set to straight-arm the door, he almost fell on his face. The door had", "\"It was, in a way. I remember one day I was especially pleased with\n something, and I went to the control console to give the kicker button", "opened by itself. He stopped and looked for a photo-electric eye, but\n a soft voice said through a loudspeaker in the anteroom wall: \"Mr.\n Manners?\"", "\"Things went fast from then on. Once I realized that the machine\n was learning, I put TV monitors all over the place, so the machine", "logic circuits were concerned. Its object was to get me to press that\n button. Every day I'd press it at the same time, unless things weren't", "do, while the cart proceeded over to Lexington's desk. Once there, it\n stopped again, and another cup of coffee rose to its surface.\nLexington took the coffee from the top of the car, obviously angry", "and studied it to kill time. Plain, featureless concrete walls, not\n large for a manufacturing plant—it took a scant minute to exhaust its\n sightseeing potential. If he walked around the building, he could, if", "fashioned much like human arms, hung at the sides, not limply, but in a\n relaxed position that somehow indicated readiness." ], [ "\"I built this building and incorporated it as a separate company, to\n compete with my first outfit. In the beginning, I had it rigged up to", "tried commerce, with accounting, so I gave up and started working for\n one of my competitors. It wasn't too long before I saw that the only\n way I could get ahead was to open up on my own.\"", "because I had just got married, and started off in a very small way.\n After three years, I had a fairly decent little business going, and I\n suppose it would have grown just like any other business, except for", "\"You don't know the half of it! As time went on, I had less and less to\n do, and business-wise I found that the entire control of the operation", "this plant. It gave me great pleasure, three years after this one\n started working, to see my old company go belly up. This company bought\n the old firm's equipment for next to nothing and I wound up with all my", "\"What happened to your original company?\" Peter asked.\nLexington smiled. \"Well, automated as it was, it couldn't compete with", "But then Peter came out of his momentary flinch, and there was an age\n to the man, about 65, and he saw the muscles had turned to fat, the", "and studied it to kill time. Plain, featureless concrete walls, not\n large for a manufacturing plant—it took a scant minute to exhaust its\n sightseeing potential. If he walked around the building, he could, if", "The interview was at three. Fifteen minutes to go. Coming early would\n betray overeagerness. Peter stood in front of the Lex Industries plant", "was slipping from my grasp. Many times I discovered—too late—that\n the machine had taken the damnedest risks you ever saw on bids and\n contracts for supply. It was quoting impossible delivery times on", "He went through it with his composure slipping still further from his\n grip. This was no way to go into an interview, but doors kept opening", "\"I worked my way through,\" said Peter stiffly.\n\n\n \"If you'd stayed with them five years, do you think you'd be able to\n get a job with someone else?\"", "he had set out to kill. He looked at his watch and gasped. At a run,\n set to straight-arm the door, he almost fell on his face. The door had", "\"Some,\" said Peter, stung again, this time not by a compliment. \"After\n I got my degree, I went East for a post-graduate training program with\n an electrical manufacturer. I got quite a bit of experience there. The\n company—\"", "made things so tough for me from the beginning, I'd have had more time\n to spend with my wife before her death. As things turned out—well, I\n remember looking down at her coffin and thinking that I hardly knew the", "\"For the next few years, I concentrated on getting rid of as many\n employees as I could, by replacing them with automatic machines. I'd", "ordering the raw materials to shipping the finished goods. As I told\n you, I had taken quite an interest in biology when I was in school,\n and from studies of nerve tissue in particular, plus my electrical", "that was laboring beside him at the moment. Nervously, he looked for an\n exit, but his apprehension was unnecessary. The machines seemed to know", "before and shutting after him, until only one was left, and the last of\n his calm was blasted away by a bellow from within.", "He let another bellow bounce off him as he blew out the second breath,\n straightened his jacket and tie, and walked in as an engineer applying\n for a position should." ], [ "console keyboard, thus activating the producing mechanisms in the back\n of the plant. The machine had done it for me this time, then locked the\n keyboard so I couldn't enter the order twice. I think I held down the", "tried to punch it into the control console. It completely baffled me\n at first. Then, while I was tracing out the circuits to see if I could\n discover what was holding the keyboard lock in, I noticed that the", "\"I'll never forget the day I picked up an incoming order form from one\n of the western jobbers, and found that the keyboard was locked when I", "me free to do nothing except receive orders, punch the catalogue\n numbers into the control console, do the billing, and collect the\n money.\"", "business machines, operated by the central control mechanism. In\n that room,\" he said, as the door swung open and Peter saw that the\n typewriter was actually a sort of teletype, with no one before the", "then I realized what the trouble was. I put a kicker circuit into it, a\n sort of voltage-bias network. I reset the equipment so that while it\n was still under instructions to receive orders and produce goods, its", "keyboard, \"incoming mail is sorted and inquiries are replied to. In\n this one over here, purchase orders are prepared, and across the hall\n there's a very similar rig set up in conjunction with an automatic", "\"Simple! Whenever I was pleased that things were going smoothly, I\n pressed the kicker button. The machine had one purpose, so far as its", "was slipping from my grasp. Many times I discovered—too late—that\n the machine had taken the damnedest risks you ever saw on bids and\n contracts for supply. It was quoting impossible delivery times on", "Here Lexington frowned. \"It didn't work worth a damn! It just sat there\n and did nothing. I couldn't understand it for the longest time, and", "do, while the cart proceeded over to Lexington's desk. Once there, it\n stopped again, and another cup of coffee rose to its surface.\nLexington took the coffee from the top of the car, obviously angry", "Back in the office section of the building, Lexington indicated a small\n room where a typewriter could be heard clattering away. \"Standard", "trace of anger not yet gone from his voice. \"When an order is received,\n it's translated into the catalogue numbers used internally within the\n plant, and machines like the ones you just saw withdraw the necessary", "he had set out to kill. He looked at his watch and gasped. At a run,\n set to straight-arm the door, he almost fell on his face. The door had", "a long, hard push. The button, much to my amazement, had been removed,\n and a blank plate had been installed to cover the opening in the board.", "Lexington scowled. \"I got sick of it. I decided to try developing one\n multi-purpose control circuit that would control everything, from", "that was laboring beside him at the moment. Nervously, he looked for an\n exit, but his apprehension was unnecessary. The machines seemed to know", "tugged it into a more attractive position. It took only a split second,\n and before Lexington could react, all three machines were moving away\n to attend to mysterious duties of their own.", "At this point the door opened, and a small self-propelled cart wheeled\n silently into the room. Stopping in front of Peter, it waited until he", "word, and I tried hooking a teletype directly into the logic circuits.\n It was like uncorking a seltzer bottle. The machine had a funny" ], [ "that was laboring beside him at the moment. Nervously, he looked for an\n exit, but his apprehension was unnecessary. The machines seemed to know", "Lexington was about to leave the side of the machine when abruptly one\n of the arms rose to the handkerchief in his breast pocket and daintily", "He was a huge man behind an even huger desk. Peter took a chair in\n front of the desk and let himself be inspected. It wasn't comfortable.\n He did some looking over of his own to ease the tension.", "They gave Peter the creeps. Simple square boxes, set on casters, with\n two arms each mounted on the sides might have looked similar. The arms,", "business machines, operated by the central control mechanism. In\n that room,\" he said, as the door swung open and Peter saw that the\n typewriter was actually a sort of teletype, with no one before the", "\"Simple! Whenever I was pleased that things were going smoothly, I\n pressed the kicker button. The machine had one purpose, so far as its", "\"Exactly!\" whispered Lexington, in an almost conspiratorial tone. \"I\n had altered the circuitry of the machine so that it tried to give\n me pleasure—because by doing so, its own pleasure circuit would be\n activated.", "At this point the door opened, and a small self-propelled cart wheeled\n silently into the room. Stopping in front of Peter, it waited until he", "Handling the cup as if it were going to shatter at any moment, he took\n a gulp. \"I began to see that the machine could understand the written", "tugged it into a more attractive position. It took only a split second,\n and before Lexington could react, all three machines were moving away\n to attend to mysterious duties of their own.", "Peter followed numbly as Lexington led him through a maze of machines,\n each one seemingly intent on cutting, bending, welding, grinding\n or carrying some bit of metal, or just standing idle, waiting for", "Lexington went over to one of them and patted it lovingly. \"Really,\n these machines are only an extension of one large machine. The whole", "Lexington scowled. \"I got sick of it. I decided to try developing one\n multi-purpose control circuit that would control everything, from", "Here Lexington frowned. \"It didn't work worth a damn! It just sat there\n and did nothing. I couldn't understand it for the longest time, and", "\"Things went fast from then on. Once I realized that the machine\n was learning, I put TV monitors all over the place, so the machine", "Peter didn't see him touch anything, but as he spoke, three glistening\n machines, apparently self-powered, rolled noiselessly up to the door in\n formation and stopped there, apparently waiting to be inspected.", "was slipping from my grasp. Many times I discovered—too late—that\n the machine had taken the damnedest risks you ever saw on bids and\n contracts for supply. It was quoting impossible delivery times on", "design the control circuits myself, in many cases wire the things up\n myself, always concentrating on replacing men with machines. But it\n wasn't very successful. I found that the more automatic I made my", "\"For the next few years, I concentrated on getting rid of as many\n employees as I could, by replacing them with automatic machines. I'd", "opened by itself. He stopped and looked for a photo-electric eye, but\n a soft voice said through a loudspeaker in the anteroom wall: \"Mr.\n Manners?\"" ] ]