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[ "How does Purnie stop time?", "Why shouldn't Purnie stop time?", "What does the ocean consist of on this planet?", "Why does Purnie start limping?", "Why does Forbes want to take Purnie?", "Why does Purnie save the humans?", "Who are the animals that Purnie plays with?", "Why does the Captain go looking for Purnie?", "Why can't the Captain find Purnie?" ]

[ [ "Purnie stops time using tripons.", "Purnie stops time by standing on his head.", "Purnie stops time using radiation.", "Purnie stops time with his thoughts." ], [ "Small children who stop time, may not live to regret it.", "Purnie may be abducted if the animals know he can stop time.", "Purnie may not be able to get time going again.", "Stopping time consumes massive amounts of energy." ], [ "The ocean is freshwater.", "The ocean is saltwater.", "The ocean is purple liquid.", "The ocean is acid." ], [ "Purnie is limping because a petrified log fell on his leg.", "Purnie is limping because he was shot in the leg.", "Purnie is limping because he tripped on a petrified log.", "Purnie is limping because of radiation poisoning." ], [ "Forbes wants Purnie because he emits radiation.", "Forbes wants Purnie because he is very strong.", "Forbes wants Purnie because he can stop time.", "Forbes wants Purnie because he looks like a kangaroo." ], [ "Purnie is worried other humans will come to his planet if he doesn't save this group.", "Purnie blames himself for the avalanche that trapped his friends.", "Purnie thinks the humans are his friends.", "Purnie thinks the humans can cure his radiation poisoning." ], [ "They are three-legged ostriches.", "They are a flock of spora.", "They are mannikins.", "They are humans." ], [ "The Captain knows that an animal with Purnie's strength is worth a fortune.", "The Captian knows an animal that can stop time is worth a fortune.", "The Captain knows a radioactive animal is worth a fortune.", "The Captain knows Purnie saved the crew." ], [ "Purnie lost consciousness outside of time.", "Purnie drowned in the ocean.", "Purnie is covered by the petrified logs and too weak to call out for help.", "Purnie lost consciousness and is now invisible." ] ]

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[ [ "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.", "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.", "him. For Purnie, this would be death. If he had to lose consciousness,\n he knew he must first resume time.", "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,", "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", "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", "again, he involuntarily stopped time. He knew better than to use this\n power carelessly, but his action now was reflex. In that split second\n following the sharp sting in his leg, his mind had grasped in all", "\"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", "\"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", "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", "fatigued body and clouded mind were strong signals that he had already\n abused this faculty.\nWhen Purnie started time again, the animal with the noose stood in", "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.", "time-stopping, on the inside looking out. For him, the world would\n continue to be a tableau of mannikins until he resumed time.", "position. He knew it was probably the worst head-stand he had ever\n done, for he felt weak and dizzy. Already time-stopping had left its\n mark on his strength. But his spirits ran on unchecked.", "stopped time. Now it hung there, its beak stuffed with seaweed and its\n three legs drawn up into a squatting position.", "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", "\"That's my responsibility, Cabot, not yours. Now go on.\"\nAs Purnie lay gathering strength for the long trek home, he saw through", "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.", "expedition just to give your flunkies a vacation.\"\nThe animals stopped so suddenly that Purnie nearly tangled himself in\n their heels.", "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" ], [ "him. For Purnie, this would be death. If he had to lose consciousness,\n he knew he must first resume time.", "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.", "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.", "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,", "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", "again, he involuntarily stopped time. He knew better than to use this\n power carelessly, but his action now was reflex. In that split second\n following the sharp sting in his leg, his mind had grasped in all", "\"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", "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", "time-stopping, on the inside looking out. For him, the world would\n continue to be a tableau of mannikins until he resumed 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", "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", "fatigued body and clouded mind were strong signals that he had already\n abused this faculty.\nWhen Purnie started time again, the animal with the noose stood in", "position. He knew it was probably the worst head-stand he had ever\n done, for he felt weak and dizzy. Already time-stopping had left its\n mark on his strength. But his spirits ran on unchecked.", "clearly going to be a perfect day, he chose to ignore the fact that he\n had been forbidden to use time-stopping as a convenience for journeying", "\"That's my responsibility, Cabot, not yours. Now go on.\"\nAs Purnie lay gathering strength for the long trek home, he saw through", "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", "expedition just to give your flunkies a vacation.\"\nThe animals stopped so suddenly that Purnie nearly tangled himself in\n their heels.", "long walk home. Even though the short day was nearly over, he knew he\n didn't dare use time-stopping to get himself home in nothing flat. His", "directions to find an acceptable course of action. Finding none, it had\n ordered the stoppage of time.", "He instinctively knew that if he lost his senses during a period of\n time-stopping, events would pick up where they had left off ... without" ], [ "He was so overpowered by the vista before him that his \"Hurrah!\" came\n out as a weak squeak. The ocean lay at the ready, its stilled waves", "three-legged tripons who never stopped munching on seaweed, and many\n kinds of other wonderful creatures found only at the ocean.", "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 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", "\"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", "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—\"", "\"Damnit, the logs didn't pick us up out of the ocean, did they? Captain\n Benson!\"\n\n\n \"Are you men all right?\"\n\n\n \"Yes sir, but—\"", "as he ran along, he could clearly picture the wonderland as though he\n were already there. There would be a rockslide of petrified logs to\n play on, the ocean itself with waves higher than a house, the comical", "awaiting his command to resume their tidal sweep. The breakers along\n the shoreline hung in varying stages of disarray, some having already\n exploded into towering white spray while others were poised in smooth", "\"I haven't seen anything super-human. Those ostriches down there are so\n busy eating seaweed—\"", "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.", "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", "Leaving the assorted statues behind, he limped his way up the knoll,\n torn between leaving and staying. What an odd place, this ocean\n country! He wondered why he had not heard more detail about the beach\n animals.", "\"He's sitting down there in the water, Captain, crying like a baby. Or\n laughing. I can't tell which.\"", "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.", "\"Precisely. And since you're responsible, get 'em working. Tell 'em to\n bring along the flag. Look at the damn fools back there, playing in the\n ocean with a three-legged ostrich!\"", "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 everything around him in a state of perfect tableau, Purnie\n hurried toward the ocean." ], [ "\"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.", "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 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", "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", "\"That's my responsibility, Cabot, not yours. Now go on.\"\nAs Purnie lay gathering strength for the long trek home, he saw through", "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", "\"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", "transverse waves back to one of the two-legged animals. Purnie dragged\n himself through the congregation, whimpering from his inability to\n understand.", "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.", "As Purnie followed along, a leg shot out at him and missed. \"Benson,", "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", "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", "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.", "fatigued body and clouded mind were strong signals that he had already\n abused this faculty.\nWhen Purnie started time again, the animal with the noose stood in", "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.", "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.", "\"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." ], [ "\"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.\"", "\"That's my responsibility, Cabot, not yours. Now go on.\"\nAs Purnie lay gathering strength for the long trek home, he saw through", "\"Well, damn it all, you know that Forbes took a pot shot at him. Got\n him in the leg. That being the case, why would the fuzzy little devil", "\"All right, Forbes, just hold it a minute. Listen to me. Sure, it's\n your money that put us here; it's your expedition all the way. But you", "him. For Purnie, this would be death. If he had to lose consciousness,\n he knew he must first resume time.", "\"All right, let's bear a hand here with the others. Some of them can't\n walk. Where's Forbes?\"", "\"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", "\"Just a minute, Forbes, let me think. There's something about that\n fuzzy little devil that we should.... Forbes! I warned you about that\n gun!\"", "\"We'll have to get him. Miles, Schick, come along. Forbes! You all\n right?\"", "represents an empire, Benson. The Forbes Empire. On each of my flags\n is the word FORBES, a symbol of development and progress. Call it\n sentiment if you will.\"", "\"All right, lads. The sooner we get Mr. Forbes's pennant raised and his\n claim staked out, the sooner we can take time to look around. Lively", "\"See Forbes up ahead there? What do you think of him?\"\n\n\n \"I still can't believe it.\"\n\n\n \"He'll never be the same.\"", "white square floating on the ocean. Across it, the last thing Purnie\n ever saw, was emblazoned the word FORBES.", "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.", "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", "\"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", "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", "\"Benson, I must have that animal! Put him in a box.\"\n\n\n \"Now wait a minute, Forbes. Universal Law forbids—\"", "\"Come on, baby. Here you go. That's a boy!\"\nPurnie took in these sounds with perplexed concern. He sensed the", "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 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.", "\"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", "him. For Purnie, this would be death. If he had to lose consciousness,\n he knew he must first resume time.", "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", "\"That's my responsibility, Cabot, not yours. Now go on.\"\nAs Purnie lay gathering strength for the long trek home, he saw through", "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", "\"We've made a terrible mistake. We—\" The sounds faded in and out on\n Purnie's ears as the creature turned slowly and called in different\n directions. He watched the animal walk over to the pile of scattered\n logs and peer around and under them.", "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,", "logs. Purnie worked the animal free and pulled it ashore.", "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", "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.", "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", "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.", "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.", "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.", "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", "and pounded his fists on the beach. A flood of relief settled over\n Purnie as sounds came from the animal.", "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", "expedition just to give your flunkies a vacation.\"\nThe animals stopped so suddenly that Purnie nearly tangled himself in\n their heels." ], [ "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.", "\"Hi there, wanna play?\" Purnie's invitation got nothing more than\n startled glance from the animals who quickly returned to their chatter.", "now!\"\nWhen the three animals went back to join the rest of their group, the\n first two resumed walking. Purnie followed along.", "heard of these playful creatures many times. Today, with his brothers\n in school, he would have the pets all to himself. Further down the\n beach was a pair of two-legged animals poised in mid-step, facing", "logs. Purnie worked the animal free and pulled it ashore.", "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", "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", "and pounded his fists on the beach. A flood of relief settled over\n Purnie as sounds came from the animal.", "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.", "shadow was cast around the animal. With foggy awareness, Purnie watched\n the creature shake its head slowly, then walk away in the direction of\n the others.", "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", "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.", "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", "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 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.", "expedition just to give your flunkies a vacation.\"\nThe animals stopped so suddenly that Purnie nearly tangled himself in\n their heels.", "\"We've made a terrible mistake. We—\" The sounds faded in and out on\n Purnie's ears as the creature turned slowly and called in different\n directions. He watched the animal walk over to the pile of scattered\n logs and peer around and under them.", "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", "wild animals or worse, and here we are surrounded by quaint little\n creatures that run up to us like we're long-lost brothers. Let the men\n look around a minute or two before we stake out your claim.\"", "\"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" ], [ "\"That's my responsibility, Cabot, not yours. Now go on.\"\nAs Purnie lay gathering strength for the long trek home, he saw through", "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", "\"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", "\"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", "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", "now!\"\nWhen the three animals went back to join the rest of their group, the\n first two resumed walking. Purnie followed along.", "\"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.", "him. For Purnie, this would be death. If he had to lose consciousness,\n he knew he must first resume time.", "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", "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.", "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", "\"Hell, Captain, why don't I just pick him up? Looks like he has no\n intention of running away.\"", "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,", "\"This thing's going wild, Captain. It's almost off scale.\"\nPurnie saw one of the animals hovering around him with a little box.", "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.", "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", "\"Come on, baby. Here you go. That's a boy!\"\nPurnie took in these sounds with perplexed concern. He sensed the", "\"Is he invisible, Captain? Where is he?\"\n\n\n \"Up there, Captain! On those rocks. Isn't that him?\"\n\n\n \"Well, I'll be damned!\"" ], [ "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", "\"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", "\"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", "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.", "\"Is he invisible, Captain? Where is he?\"\n\n\n \"Up there, Captain! On those rocks. Isn't that him?\"\n\n\n \"Well, I'll be damned!\"", "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", "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", "With everything around him in a state of perfect tableau, Purnie\n hurried toward the ocean.", "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.", "\"We've made a terrible mistake. We—\" The sounds faded in and out on\n Purnie's ears as the creature turned slowly and called in different\n directions. He watched the animal walk over to the pile of scattered\n logs and peer around and under them.", "\"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—\"", "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,", "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", "now!\"\nWhen the three animals went back to join the rest of their group, the\n first two resumed walking. Purnie followed along.", "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.", "\"But didn't you notice our little pop-eyed friend?\"\n\n\n \"Oh, him. I'm afraid not, Captain. I—I guess I was thinking mostly of\n myself.\"" ] ]

[ "How does Rikud change through the story?", "What seems to be true about the world Rikud lives in?", "Why is Rikud oddly satisfied about Crifer's limp foot?", "What does the viewport allow Rikud to realize?", "What struggle does the door in the library represent?", "What happens when Rikud grows violent when the others don't believe him.", "Why does everyone begin to starve and grow thirsty?", "What does Rikud's victory represent?" ]

[ [ "He questions his world, his lack of autonomy, and what it really means to live. ", "He realizes that he will one day have a mate chosen for him, and children as well. ", "He realizes his desire to feel pain, and to hurt for the first time. ", "He questions his \"strange\" thoughts, and how pervasive they are. " ], [ "It's run by machines, and no longer run by people. There is no room for decisions. ", "Change never happens. It's a concept that's been erased. ", "Women and men are segregated, because they can't live with one another. ", "It's run by machines, and no longer run by people. They remember a time when they could make decisions, but no longer can. " ], [ "It's new and interesting. Rikud is tired of the regular. ", "It means that people can hurt, which Rikud has an interest in. ", "He dislikes Crifer, and enjoys the fact that he is stuck with an anomaly. ", "It's evidence that imperfections still exist, and validates Rikud's feelings. " ], [ "There is more to the world outside of the ship they are on. ", "The viewport is not a flat space, and objects can pass through it. ", "The stars are indeed changing. ", "The garden outside is moving. " ], [ "The struggle between man and machine, and the power machine now has over them. ", "The struggle for Rikud and all the others to conceptualize what they don't know or haven't seen before. ", "Rikud's fear of what's behind it. ", "The struggle between authority and the people it runs. " ], [ "They start grabbing at one another to deescalate the situation.", "They all start to do it, because they've never seen violence before and don't understand it. ", "Confusion breaks out. ", "Everyone grows fearful and watches what Rikud does. " ], [ "Without the buzzer, there is no food or drink to have. ", "The buzzer no longer works, and no one knows how to fix it. ", "Rikud broke the buzzer, and they're all waiting. ", "Rikud broke the buzzer, and without it they don't know how to care for themselves. " ], [ "Victory over authority.", "Victory over the world, and overcoming its changes. ", "Victory over fear of the unknown, and embracing of change. ", "Victory over indecision. " ] ]

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[ [ "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 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.", "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", "The hand reached out again, and it struck Rikud hard across the face.\n \"I hit him! I hit him!\"", "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", "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", "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", "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", "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", "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", "\"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—\"", "But if he wasn't reading himself, Rikud usually went to sleep. All the\n people ever talked about was what they had done during the day, and it\n was always the same.", "Somehow, Rikud knew this question for a healthy sign. But he could\n not tell them of his most amazing thought of all. The change in the", "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", "was that word change again. Didn't it have something to do with age?\n Rikud couldn't remember, and he suddenly wished he could read Crifer's", "before Rikud's time, had negated the necessity for a knowledge of\n medicine. But when, in another ten years, Chuls would perish of old", "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", "\"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.\"", "A few moments more, and Rikud no longer could see the sphere. A section\n of it had expanded outward and assumed the rectangular shape of the" ], [ "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", "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", "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 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", "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", "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.", "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", "But if he wasn't reading himself, Rikud usually went to sleep. All the\n people ever talked about was what they had done during the day, and it\n was always the same.", "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", "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", "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", "\"Odd,\" Rikud said aloud. Then he thought, \"Now there's a good word, but\n no one quite seems to know its meaning.\"", "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.\"", "\"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—\"", "Today, space looked somehow different. The stars—it was a meaningless\n concept to Rikud, but that was what everyone called the bright", "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 much better than the small world of machinery, buzzer,\n frightening doors and women by appointment only.\n\n\n Rikud felt at home.", "\"You can't, probably. How can anyone go where no one has been before?\n There's nothing. It just isn't. It's only a door, Rikud.\"", "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", "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" ], [ "Under the tube at Rikud's left lay Crifer. The man was short and heavy\n through the shoulders and chest, and he had a lame foot. Every time", "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", "proved the world was not perfect. Rikud was guiltily glad when he saw\n Crifer limp.", "Rikud looked at that foot, it was with a sense of satisfaction. True,\n this was the only case of its kind, the exception to the rule, but it", "heard the voices again, and soon a foot and then another pounded on\n the metal of the passage. He heard Crifer's voice louder than the rest:\n \"There is Rikud on the floor!\"", "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.", "But, if anyone else saw it, he never said a word. Not even Crifer.\nNow Crifer said, \"I've been reading again, Rikud.\"", "\"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.", "Crifer hobbled about on his good foot, doing a meaningless little jig.\n \"Why don't we go see?\" he suggested. Then, confused, he frowned.", "now, as Crifer sat cross-legged on one of the dusty tables, reading\n machine and book on astronomy or stars in his lap, Rikud approached the\n door.", "Crifer growled. \"I know. You shouldn't have done it. That was a bad\n thing you did, Rikud.\"", "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.", "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", "Crifer picked his head up, from the water, his chin wet. \"Even feelings\n are variable. I don't hate you now, Rikud.\"", "\"No—\" Rikud began, but the words faded off into a sharp intake of\n breath. Rikud had turned the knob and pushed. The door opened silently,\n and Crifer said, \"Doors are variable, too, I think.\"", "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.", "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.", "\"Odd,\" Rikud said aloud. Then he thought, \"Now there's a good word, but\n no one quite seems to know its meaning.\"", "The hand reached out again, and it struck Rikud hard across the face.\n \"I hit him! I hit him!\"", "\"Astronomy says some stars are variable,\" Crifer offered, but Rikud\n knew his lame-footed companion understood the word no better than he\n did." ], [ "Only this one was different. In it Rikud saw the viewport. But how? The\n viewport stood on the other end of the world. It did seem smaller, and,", "viewport, and its size as well. It seemed neatly sheered down the\n middle, so that on one side Rikud saw an expanse of brown and green,\n and on the other, blue.", "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", "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", "But that was silly. What were the gardens doing in the viewport? And\n besides, Rikud had the distinct feeling that here was something far\n vaster than the gardens, although all of it existed in the viewport", "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", "tube. Rikud, for his part, wanted to get back to the viewport and watch\n the one new bright star. He had the distinct notion it was growing", "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?\"", "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", "interested, yet the lame-footed man's mind was inadequate to cope with\n the situation. He suggested that the viewport might also be variable\n and Rikud found himself wishing that his friend had never read that", "\"You know,\" Rikud said, sitting up now, \"the stars in the viewport are\n changing.\"", "Rikud screamed and hurtled back through the corridor, and his face\n was so terrible in the light streaming in through the viewport that", "A few moments more, and Rikud no longer could see the sphere. A section\n of it had expanded outward and assumed the rectangular shape of the", "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", "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.", "The world had come to rest on the garden of the viewport.\nFor a whole week that view did not change, and Rikud had come to accept", "He told Chuls, but Chuls had responded, \"It is the viewport.\"", "\"We must go outside—through the viewport.\" Rikud listened to the odd\n gurgling sound his stomach made.", "Now the vapor had departed, except for a few tenuous whisps. For a\n moment Rikud thought he could see the gardens rearward in the world." ], [ "Differently.\nHe had long wondered about the door in the back of the library, 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.", "He stumbled through the darkness and felt his way back to the library,\n through the inner door and into the room with the voice—but the", "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", "\"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?\"", "\"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.\"", "\"Beyond it? Oh, you mean\nthrough\nthe door.\"\n\n\n \"Yes.\"", "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.", "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,", "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.", "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.", "\"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.", "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,", "Crifer was tugging at him, trying to pull him away from the door, and\n someone was grabbing at his legs, trying to make him fall. He kicked", "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.", "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", "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.", "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", "Rikud saw a small room, perhaps half a dozen paces across, at the other\n end of which was another door, just like the first. Halfway across,\n Rikud heard a voice not unlike that of the reading machine.", "When he opened the door a strange new noise filled his ears, a gentle\n humming, punctuated by a\nthrob-throb-throb" ], [ "\"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—\"", "The hand reached out again, and it struck Rikud hard across the face.\n \"I hit him! I hit him!\"", "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", "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 was so big.\nThree or four days passed before Rikud calmed himself enough to\n talk about his experience. When he did, only Crifer seemed at all", "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", "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", "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", "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", "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.", "he did not like the sound of the angry voices. Someone said, \"Let us\n do to Rikud what he said he did to the machinery.\" Rikud ran. In 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.", "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", "Crifer growled. \"I know. You shouldn't have done it. That was a bad\n thing you did, Rikud.\"", "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", "Even Crifer now was angry at Rikud. \"He broke the buzzer and no one can\n eat. I hate Rikud, I think.\"", "\"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?\"", "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", "\"Stop that,\" repeated Chuls, his face reddening.\n\n\n \"Only if you'll go with me.\" Rikud was panting.", "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" ], [ "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", "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.", "Whimpering, he fled.\nAll around Rikud were darkness and hunger and thirst. The buzzer did", "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", "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.", "\"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.", "he got up, Crifer and Wilm were outside the world, and some of the\n others followed. They stood around for a long time before going to the\n water to drink.", "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.", "\"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.\"", "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?", "beneath them. But everything was so dark that only the stars shone\n clearly. All else was bathed in a shadow of unreality.", "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", "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.", "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", "\"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.", "any more. The machinery, Rikud realized, also was responsible for food.", "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", "It was so big.\nThree or four days passed before Rikud calmed himself enough to\n talk about his experience. When he did, only Crifer seemed at all", "\"Broom, brroom, brrroom!\" Chuls imitated the intermittent blasting of\n the engines. \"I'm hungry, 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" ], [ "The hand reached out again, and it struck Rikud hard across the face.\n \"I hit him! I hit him!\"", "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", "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 had been stopped in this action, although there was no real\n authority to stop him. This puzzled him, because somehow he felt that", "\"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 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", "Rikud looked at that foot, it was with a sense of satisfaction. True,\n this was the only case of its kind, the exception to the rule, but it", "\"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.\"", "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", "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", "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", "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.\"", "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", "A buzzer sounded and automatically Rikud found himself releasing Chuls.\n\n\n Chuls said, forgetting the incident completely, \"Time to retire.\"", "A few moments more, and Rikud no longer could see the sphere. A section\n of it had expanded outward and assumed the rectangular shape of the", "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", "before Rikud's time, had negated the necessity for a knowledge of\n medicine. But when, in another ten years, Chuls would perish of old", "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", "Somehow, Rikud knew this question for a healthy sign. But he could\n not tell them of his most amazing thought of all. The change in the", "proved the world was not perfect. Rikud was guiltily glad when he saw\n Crifer limp." ] ]

[ "What did Templin and Eckert find odd about the children they encountered?", "What was the mission of Eckert and Templin?", "What was said by Nayova to make Eckert feel uneasy about Pendleton?", "From the text, what can be inferred about the thoughts in Pendleton's demise?", "Who was the first attache to travel to Tunpesh?", "How did Templin find about about Pendleton's death?", "Why can we infer that Eckert had changed the office window-scenery before telling Templin about Pendleton's demise?", "How long were Eckert and Templin planning to stay on Tunpesh?", "Why was Templin leery of the children on Tunpesh?", "Why did Eckert think that one would have to view the committee member's teeth to know his age?" ]

[ [ "They all looked much younger than the children on Earth. ", "They were all more well-behaved than any children they had seen on Earth", "They were all impressively healthy. ", "They looked much older than the children on Earth" ], [ "To locate Pendleton", "To find out what happened to Pendleton", "To get to know the primitive way of life. ", "To try to cover up what happened to Pendleton" ], [ "Eckert and Templin were staying in the same house that Pendleton had stayed in when he died", "Nayova didn't like that Eckert and Templin arrived without notice. ", "Pendleton was rather rude to people and they didn't like his attitude about his accommodations. ", "Nayova didn't like that Pendleton had arrived without notice. " ], [ "The information did not match up with his cause of death being suicide. ", "Everyone was in agreement that Pendleton abandoned his position and returned home by choice. ", "Everyone was in agreement that Pendleton was still alive and in hiding. ", "The information matched up with his cause of death being suicide." ], [ "Pendleton", "Eckert", "Templin", "The information is not given within the text. " ], [ "He was told by Nayova", "He received a formal letter from the captain. ", "He received a letter from Pendleton himself. ", "He was told by Eckert. " ], [ "In order to make the scenery less dreary than the news would already seem. ", "In order to let in light to the dark room so that he could see his reaction. ", "As a last effort to convince Eckert to travel to Tunpesh and see the scenery for himself. ", "In order to show what the current state was outside. " ], [ "6 years", "6 days", "6 months", "6 weeks" ], [ "They seemed to be much older than children and only disguised as such. ", "Their appearance gave him an eerie feeling about their potential danger. ", "He knew even children were capable of doing damage with a weapon. ", "They were too eager to come near strangers and that made him uneasy. " ], [ "He seemed wise beyond his years. ", "He had disguised himself as an old man with gray hair but no wrinkles. ", "He acted too much like a small child. ", "He looked both young and old at the same time. " ] ]

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[ [ "Eckert stared at them for a moment, wondering what it was that seemed\n odd about them, and they stared back with all the alert dignity of\n childhood. They finally came out on the field and clustered around him", "\"Too healthy,\" Templin said. \"There didn't seem to be any sick ones or\n ones with runny noses or cuts or black eyes or bruises. It doesn't seem\n natural.\"", "curiosity did they show? Hardly any. Was there any fear? No. And the\n cute, harmless little kids.\" He looked at Eckert. \"Maybe that's what", "Eckert and Templin took a quick tour of the few rooms. They were well\n furnished, in a rustic sort of way, and what modern conveniences they", "Templin studied them warily. \"Better watch them, Ted. Even kids can be\n dangerous.\"\nIt's because you never suspect kids", "\"No, I'm afraid it's not.\" Eckert started unpacking some of the boxes.\n \"You know, Ray, I got a kick out of the kids. They're a healthy-looking\n lot, aren't they?\"", "He was polite, Eckert thought. He didn't ask what they were there\n for or how long they were going to stay. But then again, perhaps the\n natives were a better judge of that than he and Templin.", "a\n few days ago, and, by judicious hinting to the proper authorities, he\n and Templin had been invited. It was a good chance to observe native", "\"They're probably just well brought-up kids,\" Eckert said sharply.\n \"Maybe they've been taught not to get in fights or play around in the", "and Templin.", "Eckert had a sudden clammy feeling which quickly passed away. What\n Nayova had said was something he'd make sure Templin never heard about.", "It looked fairly primitive, Eckert thought, and yet it didn't have the\n earmarks, the characteristics of most primitive villages. It didn't", "He looked at Templin, sitting across from him in the huge circle, and\n shrugged mentally. Templin looked as if he was about to break down and", "There were disadvantages in taking Templin, too.\n\"Just how primitive do you think the society is, Ted?\"\n\n\n Eckert put down the chain he had been whittling and reached for his\n pipe and tobacco.", "didn't have they could easily do without. The youngsters who had\n carried their luggage left it outside and quietly faded away. It was\n getting dark; Eckert opened one of the boxes they had brought along,", "One of the adults of the village started to walk toward them.\n\n\n \"The reception committee,\" Templin said tightly. His hand went inside\n his tunic.", "Eckert and he had been chosen to go to Tunpesh and investigate. The two\n of them, working together, should be able to find out why Pendleton had", "the circle at Templin. Templin's face—what he could see of it by the\n flickering light—was brick red.", "\"What reason?\"\n\n\n Templin shrugged. \"Murder. What other reason could there be?\"", "even realize. He wondered what Templin would do if he ever found out\n that the actual reason he had been chosen to go was that his own\n psychological chart was very close to Pendleton's. Pendleton's own" ], [ "Eckert and he had been chosen to go to Tunpesh and investigate. The two\n of them, working together, should be able to find out why Pendleton had", "killed himself.\nBut that wasn't the real reason. Maybe Eckert thought so, but he knew\n better. The real reason they were going there was to find out why", "Eckert and Templin took a quick tour of the few rooms. They were well\n furnished, in a rustic sort of way, and what modern conveniences they", "Eckert had a sudden clammy feeling which quickly passed away. What\n Nayova had said was something he'd make sure Templin never heard about.", "\"What reason?\"\n\n\n Templin shrugged. \"Murder. What other reason could there be?\"", "in Templin's getting excited and doing something he was bound to regret\n later on. And even that danger was not quite as likely now.\nThere will be hell to pay\n, Eckert thought,", "\"I'm glad you agree, then. Take a look at this.\" Templin threw a shiny\n bit of metal on the rough-hewn table. Eckert picked it up and inspected", "a\n few days ago, and, by judicious hinting to the proper authorities, he\n and Templin had been invited. It was a good chance to observe native", "even realize. He wondered what Templin would do if he ever found out\n that the actual reason he had been chosen to go was that his own\n psychological chart was very close to Pendleton's. Pendleton's own", "if Templin ever finds out\n that I sabotaged his power pack.\n\"You look thoughtful,\nmenshar\nEckert.\"", "He looked at the slim, dwindling shape that was the rocket, and was\n suddenly, acutely aware that he and Templin would be stranded for six", "He was polite, Eckert thought. He didn't ask what they were there\n for or how long they were going to stay. But then again, perhaps the\n natives were a better judge of that than he and Templin.", "He looked at Templin, sitting across from him in the huge circle, and\n shrugged mentally. Templin looked as if he was about to break down and", "and Templin.", "There were disadvantages in taking Templin, too.\n\"Just how primitive do you think the society is, Ted?\"\n\n\n Eckert put down the chain he had been whittling and reached for his\n pipe and tobacco.", "He couldn't be blamed for being jumpy, Eckert realized. This was his\n first time out, his first mission like this. And, of course, Pendleton\n had been a pretty good friend of his.", "\"We've got six months,\" Eckert said quietly. \"Six months in which\n we'll try to live here inconspicuously and study the people and try to", "reliables, the ones who could take almost anything in their stride\n because, at one time or another, they had had to.\nIt was Eckert who had come into his office several days ago and told", "in a totally foreign culture, even if the natives were humanoid. It\n complicated things beyond all measure when your partner in the project\n seemed likely to turn into a vendettist. It meant that Eckert would", "Eckert stared at them for a moment, wondering what it was that seemed\n odd about them, and they stared back with all the alert dignity of\n childhood. They finally came out on the field and clustered around him" ], [ "Eckert had a sudden clammy feeling which quickly passed away. What\n Nayova had said was something he'd make sure Templin never heard about.", "\"I was wondering if my countryman Pendleton had offended your people in\n any way, Nayova.\" Now was as good a time as any to pump him for what he\n knew about Pendleton's death.", "Nayova seemed pleased. \"We tried to do as well for\nmenshar\nPendleton\n as we could. While he was here, he had the house that you have now and\n we saw that he was supplied with food and all other necessities.\"", "He couldn't be blamed for being jumpy, Eckert realized. This was his\n first time out, his first mission like this. And, of course, Pendleton\n had been a pretty good friend of his.", "Eckert and he had been chosen to go to Tunpesh and investigate. The two\n of them, working together, should be able to find out why Pendleton had", "A voice spoke in his ear. \"It is hard for us to imagine anybody doing\n what\nmenshar\nPendleton did. It is ...\" and he used a native word that\n Eckert translated as being roughly equivalent to \"\nobscene\n.\"", "And then Eckert had told him that Pendleton had taken the short way out.\nHe shouldn't get sentimental. But how the hell else should he remember", "Eckert and he had talked it out and gone over the records. Pendleton\n had come of good stock. There had been no mental instability in his", "\"I am sure he was, Nayova. I am sure, too, that you were as kind to him\n as you have been to Templin and myself. My Government is grateful to\n you for that.\"", "\"It's a nice day, isn't it, Ted?\" Eckert took a deep and pleasurable\n breath. \"It's the type of day that makes you feel good just to be\n alive.\"", "He was keyed up, jumpy, Eckert realized. He would probably be seeing\n things in every shadow and imagining danger to be lurking around every\n corner.", "his face. Eckert stole a side glance at him and for a fleeting moment\n felt vaguely concerned. \"Don't be disappointed if it doesn't look like", "curiosity did they show? Hardly any. Was there any fear? No. And the\n cute, harmless little kids.\" He looked at Eckert. \"Maybe that's what", "\"I'd be very careful what I did,\" Eckert said softly. \"I would hate to\n start something merely because I misunderstood their intentions.\"", "\"No, I'm afraid it's not.\" Eckert started unpacking some of the boxes.\n \"You know, Ray, I got a kick out of the kids. They're a healthy-looking\n lot, aren't they?\"", "\"You knew Pendleton,\" Templin repeated grimly. \"Do you think it was\n suicide?\"", "we're supposed to think—just an idyllic, harmless society. Maybe\n that's what Pendleton thought, right to the very end.\"", "killed himself.\nBut that wasn't the real reason. Maybe Eckert thought so, but he knew\n better. The real reason they were going there was to find out why", "reliables, the ones who could take almost anything in their stride\n because, at one time or another, they had had to.\nIt was Eckert who had come into his office several days ago and told", "knelt before Nayova. When he clapped his hands sharply, they retreated\n to the center of the circle and began the slow motions of a native\n dance." ], [ "\"You knew Pendleton,\" Templin repeated grimly. \"Do you think it was\n suicide?\"", "we're supposed to think—just an idyllic, harmless society. Maybe\n that's what Pendleton thought, right to the very end.\"", "to pay his respects to Pendleton. Only Pendleton wasn't there. The\n natives said he had killed himself and showed the captain the little\n flower-covered plot where they had buried him.", "And then Eckert had told him that Pendleton had taken the short way out.\nHe shouldn't get sentimental. But how the hell else should he remember", "\"You're convinced that Pendleton was murdered, aren't you?\"\n\n\n Templin nodded. \"Sure.\"\n\n\n \"Why?\"", "\"We were shocked to find out that\nmenshar\nPendleton had killed\n himself. We knew him quite well and we could not bring ourselves to\n believe he had done such a thing.\"", "Pendleton had been killed and who had killed him. That was it.\nWho had killed Cock Robin?\nThe thin red line was practically microscopic now and Templin could", "him that Don Pendleton had killed himself.\nOnly Pendleton wasn't the type. He was the kind who have everything\n to live for, the kind you instinctively know will amount to something", "\"It hasn't been established yet that Pendleton was killed, Ray. Let's\n keep an open mind until we know for certain.\"", "here, Pendleton didn't make any friends. And that's a little hard to\n believe. It's more likely that his friends have been silenced and any\n information about him is being withheld for a reason.\"", "\"I was wondering if my countryman Pendleton had offended your people in\n any way, Nayova.\" Now was as good a time as any to pump him for what he\n knew about Pendleton's death.", "Eckert and he had talked it out and gone over the records. Pendleton\n had come of good stock. There had been no mental instability in his", "A voice spoke in his ear. \"It is hard for us to imagine anybody doing\n what\nmenshar\nPendleton did. It is ...\" and he used a native word that\n Eckert translated as being roughly equivalent to \"\nobscene\n.\"", "Pendleton? Try to forget it and drink a toast to him at the next class\n reunion? And never, never be so crude as to speculate why Pendleton", "discreet statements that we would like to talk to Pendleton's friends,\n yet nobody's come around. Apparently, in all the three years he was", "He couldn't be blamed for being jumpy, Eckert realized. This was his\n first time out, his first mission like this. And, of course, Pendleton\n had been a pretty good friend of his.", "\"The Tunpeshans know why we're here. We've dropped enough hints along\n those lines. But nobody has mentioned Pendleton; nobody has volunteered", "How long would it be before memories faded and all there was left\n of Pendleton was a page of statistics? He had been on this team, he\n had been elected president of that, he had graduated with such and", "even realize. He wondered what Templin would do if he ever found out\n that the actual reason he had been chosen to go was that his own\n psychological chart was very close to Pendleton's. Pendleton's own", "killed himself.\nBut that wasn't the real reason. Maybe Eckert thought so, but he knew\n better. The real reason they were going there was to find out why" ], [ "Pendleton had been in his second year as attache on Tunpesh, a small\n planet with a G-type sun. The Service had stumbled across it recently", "and decided the system was worth diplomatic recognition of some kind,\n so Pendleton had been sent there. He had been the first attache to be\n sent and naturally he had gone alone.", "There was no need to send more. Tunpesh had been inspected and\n certified and approved. The natives were primitive and friendly. Or\n maybe the Service had slipped up, as it sometimes did, and Tunpesh had\n received something less than a thorough survey.", "Eckert and he had been chosen to go to Tunpesh and investigate. The two\n of them, working together, should be able to find out why Pendleton had", "systems seemed to know much about it or even visited it. But a staff\n anthropologist must have been routinely assigned to Tunpesh to furnish\n data and reports.", "Eckert took another sip of the wine and turned to the Tunpeshan on his\n left. He was a tall, muscular man with sharp eyes, a firm chin and a\n certain aura of authority.", "And then an unscheduled freighter had put in for repairs, one of\n the very few ships that ever came by Tunpesh. The captain had tried", "\"The Tunpeshans know why we're here. We've dropped enough hints along\n those lines. But nobody has mentioned Pendleton; nobody has volunteered", "Tunpesh. If it is a case of murder, what happens when the natives find\n out that we know it is?\"", "any information about him. And he was an attache here for three\n years. Didn't anybody know him during that time? We've let slip a few", "Tunpesh had been Pendleton's second assignment.\nThe natives were oh-so-friendly. So friendly that he had made sure", "Their information on Tunpesh was limited. They knew that it had no\n trading concessions or armed forces and that nobody from neighboring", "have to split his energies. He'd have to do what investigating he could\n among the Tunpeshans, and he'd have to watch Templin to see that he", "going to be pleasant to live on Tunpesh for six months—even if the six\n months were all they had to live. The climate was superb and the people\n seemed a cut above the usual primitive culture. If he ever retired some", "a\n few days ago, and, by judicious hinting to the proper authorities, he\n and Templin had been invited. It was a good chance to observe native", "day, he thought suddenly, he would have to remember Tunpesh. It would\n be pleasant to spend his old age here. And the fishing was probably\n excellent....", "\"How come our anthropologist on Tunpesh didn't come across with more\n information?\"\n\n\n A drowsy mumble from the other cot: \"He wasn't there long enough. He\n committed suicide not long after landing.\"", "limbs. Eckert felt his eyebrows crawl upward. Apparently the dance was\n the Tunpeshan version of the\nrites de passage\n. He glanced across", "One of the adults of the village started to walk toward them.\n\n\n \"The reception committee,\" Templin said tightly. His hand went inside\n his tunic.", "who were around. They promptly scattered and picked up the luggage.\n \"While you are here, you will need a place to stay. There is one ready,\n if you will follow me.\"" ], [ "\"You knew Pendleton,\" Templin repeated grimly. \"Do you think it was\n suicide?\"", "\"You're convinced that Pendleton was murdered, aren't you?\"\n\n\n Templin nodded. \"Sure.\"\n\n\n \"Why?\"", "Pendleton had been killed and who had killed him. That was it.\nWho had killed Cock Robin?\nThe thin red line was practically microscopic now and Templin could", "even realize. He wondered what Templin would do if he ever found out\n that the actual reason he had been chosen to go was that his own\n psychological chart was very close to Pendleton's. Pendleton's own", "\"What reason?\"\n\n\n Templin shrugged. \"Murder. What other reason could there be?\"", "He looked at Templin, sitting across from him in the huge circle, and\n shrugged mentally. Templin looked as if he was about to break down and", "to pay his respects to Pendleton. Only Pendleton wasn't there. The\n natives said he had killed himself and showed the captain the little\n flower-covered plot where they had buried him.", "\"I was wondering if my countryman Pendleton had offended your people in\n any way, Nayova.\" Now was as good a time as any to pump him for what he\n knew about Pendleton's death.", "\"We were shocked to find out that\nmenshar\nPendleton had killed\n himself. We knew him quite well and we could not bring ourselves to\n believe he had done such a thing.\"", "And then Eckert had told him that Pendleton had taken the short way out.\nHe shouldn't get sentimental. But how the hell else should he remember", "the circle at Templin. Templin's face—what he could see of it by the\n flickering light—was brick red.", "a\n few days ago, and, by judicious hinting to the proper authorities, he\n and Templin had been invited. It was a good chance to observe native", "Eckert and he had been chosen to go to Tunpesh and investigate. The two\n of them, working together, should be able to find out why Pendleton had", "here, Pendleton didn't make any friends. And that's a little hard to\n believe. It's more likely that his friends have been silenced and any\n information about him is being withheld for a reason.\"", "\"The Tunpeshans know why we're here. We've dropped enough hints along\n those lines. But nobody has mentioned Pendleton; nobody has volunteered", "He couldn't be blamed for being jumpy, Eckert realized. This was his\n first time out, his first mission like this. And, of course, Pendleton\n had been a pretty good friend of his.", "\"It hasn't been established yet that Pendleton was killed, Ray. Let's\n keep an open mind until we know for certain.\"", "\"Ted.\" Templin's voice was strained. \"This could be a trap, you know.\"\n\n\n \"In what way?\"", "Templin's eyes dueled for a moment. Then he turned his back and walked\n to the window. \"I suppose you're right,\" he said at last. \"It's nice", "discreet statements that we would like to talk to Pendleton's friends,\n yet nobody's come around. Apparently, in all the three years he was" ], [ "Eckert had come into his office without saying a word and had watched\n his scenery-window. It had been snowing in the window, the white flakes", "Templin's eyes dueled for a moment. Then he turned his back and walked\n to the window. \"I suppose you're right,\" he said at last. \"It's nice", "\"You knew Pendleton,\" Templin repeated grimly. \"Do you think it was\n suicide?\"", "\"You're convinced that Pendleton was murdered, aren't you?\"\n\n\n Templin nodded. \"Sure.\"\n\n\n \"Why?\"", "reliables, the ones who could take almost anything in their stride\n because, at one time or another, they had had to.\nIt was Eckert who had come into his office several days ago and told", "And then Eckert had told him that Pendleton had taken the short way out.\nHe shouldn't get sentimental. But how the hell else should he remember", "Eckert and Templin took a quick tour of the few rooms. They were well\n furnished, in a rustic sort of way, and what modern conveniences they", "Eckert had a sudden clammy feeling which quickly passed away. What\n Nayova had said was something he'd make sure Templin never heard about.", "Pendleton had been killed and who had killed him. That was it.\nWho had killed Cock Robin?\nThe thin red line was practically microscopic now and Templin could", "in Templin's getting excited and doing something he was bound to regret\n later on. And even that danger was not quite as likely now.\nThere will be hell to pay\n, Eckert thought,", "Eckert and he had been chosen to go to Tunpesh and investigate. The two\n of them, working together, should be able to find out why Pendleton had", "He turned his head slightly so he could just see Eckert in the bank\n facing him. Eckert, one of the good gray men in the Service. The old", "killed himself.\nBut that wasn't the real reason. Maybe Eckert thought so, but he knew\n better. The real reason they were going there was to find out why", "He couldn't be blamed for being jumpy, Eckert realized. This was his\n first time out, his first mission like this. And, of course, Pendleton\n had been a pretty good friend of his.", "Eckert and he had talked it out and gone over the records. Pendleton\n had come of good stock. There had been no mental instability in his", "\"It's a nice day, isn't it, Ted?\" Eckert took a deep and pleasurable\n breath. \"It's the type of day that makes you feel good just to be\n alive.\"", "making a simple pattern drifting past the glass. Eckert had fiddled\n with the controls and changed it to sunshine, then to a weird mixture\n of hail amid the brassy, golden sunlight.", "even realize. He wondered what Templin would do if he ever found out\n that the actual reason he had been chosen to go was that his own\n psychological chart was very close to Pendleton's. Pendleton's own", "A voice spoke in his ear. \"It is hard for us to imagine anybody doing\n what\nmenshar\nPendleton did. It is ...\" and he used a native word that\n Eckert translated as being roughly equivalent to \"\nobscene\n.\"", "Eckert sighed and watched a fat bug waddle across a small patch of\n sunlight on the wooden floor. It was bad enough drawing an assignment" ], [ "Eckert and he had been chosen to go to Tunpesh and investigate. The two\n of them, working together, should be able to find out why Pendleton had", "He was polite, Eckert thought. He didn't ask what they were there\n for or how long they were going to stay. But then again, perhaps the\n natives were a better judge of that than he and Templin.", "going to be pleasant to live on Tunpesh for six months—even if the six\n months were all they had to live. The climate was superb and the people\n seemed a cut above the usual primitive culture. If he ever retired some", "Eckert and Templin took a quick tour of the few rooms. They were well\n furnished, in a rustic sort of way, and what modern conveniences they", "a\n few days ago, and, by judicious hinting to the proper authorities, he\n and Templin had been invited. It was a good chance to observe native", "\"We've got six months,\" Eckert said quietly. \"Six months in which\n we'll try to live here inconspicuously and study the people and try to", "There was no need to send more. Tunpesh had been inspected and\n certified and approved. The natives were primitive and friendly. Or\n maybe the Service had slipped up, as it sometimes did, and Tunpesh had\n received something less than a thorough survey.", "\"The Tunpeshans know why we're here. We've dropped enough hints along\n those lines. But nobody has mentioned Pendleton; nobody has volunteered", "He looked at the slim, dwindling shape that was the rocket, and was\n suddenly, acutely aware that he and Templin would be stranded for six", "Eckert took another sip of the wine and turned to the Tunpeshan on his\n left. He was a tall, muscular man with sharp eyes, a firm chin and a\n certain aura of authority.", "day, he thought suddenly, he would have to remember Tunpesh. It would\n be pleasant to spend his old age here. And the fishing was probably\n excellent....", "And then an unscheduled freighter had put in for repairs, one of\n the very few ships that ever came by Tunpesh. The captain had tried", "Tunpesh. If it is a case of murder, what happens when the natives find\n out that we know it is?\"", "There were disadvantages in taking Templin, too.\n\"Just how primitive do you think the society is, Ted?\"\n\n\n Eckert put down the chain he had been whittling and reached for his\n pipe and tobacco.", "killed himself.\nBut that wasn't the real reason. Maybe Eckert thought so, but he knew\n better. The real reason they were going there was to find out why", "Eckert had a sudden clammy feeling which quickly passed away. What\n Nayova had said was something he'd make sure Templin never heard about.", "in Templin's getting excited and doing something he was bound to regret\n later on. And even that danger was not quite as likely now.\nThere will be hell to pay\n, Eckert thought,", "systems seemed to know much about it or even visited it. But a staff\n anthropologist must have been routinely assigned to Tunpesh to furnish\n data and reports.", "have to split his energies. He'd have to do what investigating he could\n among the Tunpeshans, and he'd have to watch Templin to see that he", "Tunpesh had been Pendleton's second assignment.\nThe natives were oh-so-friendly. So friendly that he had made sure" ], [ "Templin studied them warily. \"Better watch them, Ted. Even kids can be\n dangerous.\"\nIt's because you never suspect kids", "There was no need to send more. Tunpesh had been inspected and\n certified and approved. The natives were primitive and friendly. Or\n maybe the Service had slipped up, as it sometimes did, and Tunpesh had\n received something less than a thorough survey.", "One of the adults of the village started to walk toward them.\n\n\n \"The reception committee,\" Templin said tightly. His hand went inside\n his tunic.", "a\n few days ago, and, by judicious hinting to the proper authorities, he\n and Templin had been invited. It was a good chance to observe native", "Tunpesh. If it is a case of murder, what happens when the natives find\n out that we know it is?\"", "\"The Tunpeshans know why we're here. We've dropped enough hints along\n those lines. But nobody has mentioned Pendleton; nobody has volunteered", "He looked at Templin, sitting across from him in the huge circle, and\n shrugged mentally. Templin looked as if he was about to break down and", "He turned his head a little to watch Templin get ready for bed. There\n were advantages in taking him along that Templin probably didn't", "Tunpesh had been Pendleton's second assignment.\nThe natives were oh-so-friendly. So friendly that he had made sure", "\"What reason?\"\n\n\n Templin shrugged. \"Murder. What other reason could there be?\"", "have to split his energies. He'd have to do what investigating he could\n among the Tunpeshans, and he'd have to watch Templin to see that he", "Eckert and he had been chosen to go to Tunpesh and investigate. The two\n of them, working together, should be able to find out why Pendleton had", "mud on the way home from school.\" He felt faintly irritated, annoyed at\n the way Templin had put it, as if any deviation from an Earth norm was\n potentially dangerous.", "even realize. He wondered what Templin would do if he ever found out\n that the actual reason he had been chosen to go was that his own\n psychological chart was very close to Pendleton's. Pendleton's own", "\"Ted.\" Templin's voice was strained. \"This could be a trap, you know.\"\n\n\n \"In what way?\"", "going to be pleasant to live on Tunpesh for six months—even if the six\n months were all they had to live. The climate was superb and the people\n seemed a cut above the usual primitive culture. If he ever retired some", "There were disadvantages in taking Templin, too.\n\"Just how primitive do you think the society is, Ted?\"\n\n\n Eckert put down the chain he had been whittling and reached for his\n pipe and tobacco.", "He looked at the slim, dwindling shape that was the rocket, and was\n suddenly, acutely aware that he and Templin would be stranded for six", "systems seemed to know much about it or even visited it. But a staff\n anthropologist must have been routinely assigned to Tunpesh to furnish\n data and reports.", "Eckert took another sip of the wine and turned to the Tunpeshan on his\n left. He was a tall, muscular man with sharp eyes, a firm chin and a\n certain aura of authority." ], [ "seamed face and white hair aged him somewhat. Eckert still had the\n feeling that if you wanted to know his exact age, you'd have to look", "knees. When he got closer, Eckert became less sure of his age. He had\n the firm, tanned musculature of a much younger man, though a slightly", "his face. Eckert stole a side glance at him and for a fleeting moment\n felt vaguely concerned. \"Don't be disappointed if it doesn't look like", "He turned his head slightly so he could just see Eckert in the bank\n facing him. Eckert, one of the good gray men in the Service. The old", "reliables, the ones who could take almost anything in their stride\n because, at one time or another, they had had to.\nIt was Eckert who had come into his office several days ago and told", "\"It's a nice day, isn't it, Ted?\" Eckert took a deep and pleasurable\n breath. \"It's the type of day that makes you feel good just to be\n alive.\"", "The committee of one was a middle-aged man dressed in a simple strip of\n white cloth twisted about his waist and allowed to hang freely to his", "the pronunciation was very clear. Eckert regarded him thoughtfully\n and made a few mental notes. He wasn't bowing and scraping like most", "Eckert stared at them for a moment, wondering what it was that seemed\n odd about them, and they stared back with all the alert dignity of\n childhood. They finally came out on the field and clustered around him", "perhaps.\nHe could smell the bitter fragrance of tobacco smoke mingling with\n the gas. Eckert had lit a cigarette and was calmly blowing the smoke", "curiosity did they show? Hardly any. Was there any fear? No. And the\n cute, harmless little kids.\" He looked at Eckert. \"Maybe that's what", "Eckert gnawed the dainty meat off a slender\nulami\nbone and tried to\n appear casual in his questioning.", "\"No, I'm afraid it's not.\" Eckert started unpacking some of the boxes.\n \"You know, Ray, I got a kick out of the kids. They're a healthy-looking\n lot, aren't they?\"", "Eckert had come into his office without saying a word and had watched\n his scenery-window. It had been snowing in the window, the white flakes", "Eckert took another sip of the wine and turned to the Tunpeshan on his\n left. He was a tall, muscular man with sharp eyes, a firm chin and a\n certain aura of authority.", "limbs. Eckert felt his eyebrows crawl upward. Apparently the dance was\n the Tunpeshan version of the\nrites de passage\n. He glanced across", "at his teeth or know something about his epiphyseal closures.", "\"I'm glad you agree, then. Take a look at this.\" Templin threw a shiny\n bit of metal on the rough-hewn table. Eckert picked it up and inspected", "killed himself.\nBut that wasn't the real reason. Maybe Eckert thought so, but he knew\n better. The real reason they were going there was to find out why", "Jathong ran his hand over the cloth and held some of the jewelry up to\n the light. Eckert knew by the way he looked at it that he wasn't at all" ] ]

[ "Who was talking to Jerome in the very beginning of the passage?", "Why is there no feeling of acceleration in the elevator in the future?", "Why was Jerome stopped by the police while running?", "What can be determined about the language used in the futuristic civilization that Jerome visits?", "Why was futuristic Jerome so sure that past Jerome would invite him inside?", "Why is the air inside the machine not stale on the return trip like it had been on the prior trip?", "What was surprising to Jerome about the papers that were retrieved with the generator?", "Why is Jerome in search of the museum in the futuristic civilization?", "Why did Jerome not stop when he was being shouted at when leaving the futuristic civilization?" ]

[ [ "Jerome, from 30 years in the past", "Jerome, from 10 years in the past", "Jerome, from 10 years in the future", "Jerome, from 30 years in the future" ], [ "The force is too fast to be felt. ", "The elevator doesn't actually move, only the scenery does. ", "It's moving slower in opposition to the gravity. ", "The false gravity used in the interstellar civilization." ], [ "He had been stealing", "The cop had just saw the futuristic version of him.", "There are laws again st exerting yourself in heat", "He was presenting him with a yellow sticker. " ], [ "They are lazy, based on the slurring and laws against physical exertion. ", "They are all drunks, based on the slurring.", "They are all moving at a snail pace, based on the slurring and relaxed tempers. ", "They are all in a hurry, based on the slurring. " ], [ "Because he himself had done so already. ", "Because he can see into the future. ", "Because he knows that his decisions have been altered by the machine. ", "Because he can hear the inner thoughts of his mind" ], [ "Because the generator is working and clearing the air. ", "Because there is a clearer air flow now with the retrieval of the generator. ", "Because no one is smoking inside the machine. ", "Because there is only one Jerome smoking inside the machine. " ], [ "They were all in his own handwriting.", "They were copies of what he already had at home.", "They were exact duplicates for what the futuristic Jerome had brought when he visited. ", "They were forged. " ], [ "That's where the guard who has information on the generator is located.", "That's where the generator is held.", "That's where the information for the real inventor is located.", "That's where the guard who has information on the real inventory of the generator is located. " ], [ "He was unsure what they wanted and didn't want to wait and find out.", "He knew they had caught on to his actions. ", "He was fearing being held there for theft. ", "He knew they were going to switch the generator with another" ] ]

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[ [ "You did notice the name of the building from which you came and you\n mutter it. The stranger nods again, reaches out and picks up the other", "at him, not waiting for thanks. And the guard comes up, holding some\n dinkus in his hand, about the size of a big folding camera and not too", "And he is. He stands just inside the door of the building as you reach\n it. The stranger lifts an eyebrow and goes off at once when you nod", "of the same people. You\nsense\nthings. So I'll simply go ahead talking\n for half an hour or so, until you get over it. After that you'll come", "as the great inventor made it. And it still operates as well as ever.\n Like to have me tell you about it?\"", "Then there's a yell behind you. You don't wait. You put one leg in\n front of the other and you begin racing down the walk, ducking past", "Right now, you're shocked. It's a real wrench when a man meets himself\n for the first time. Some kind of telepathy seems to work between two", "like him. But it's a longish story, and you might as well let me in.\n You will, you know, so why quibble about it? At least, you always", "Then you feel silly, because you'll remember that I said you'd ask\n that. Well, I asked it after I was told, then I came back and told it\n to you, and I still can't help answering when you speak.", "It's obviously a service elevator and we're in a dim corridor, with\n nobody around. I grab your hand and shake it. \"You go that way. Don't", "along with me. You know, I could try to change things around by telling\n what happened to me; but he—I—told me what I was going to do, so I", "future. Then the door opens, and the elevator says \"first\" back at us.", "about that, either. Somebody reaches out a hand to catch you and you\n dart past.\nThe street is pretty clear now and you jolt along, with your arms", "\"Fine, fine. The mayor of Altasecarba—Centaurian, you know—is\n arriving, but I'll be back in about ten minutes. He wants to examine", "\"Not particularly,\" you begin, and then realize bad manners might be\n conspicuous here. While you're searching for an answer, the guard pulls\n something out of his pocket and stares at it.", "He beams at that. \"Of course.\" The gate is swung to behind you, but\n obviously he isn't locking it. In fact, there doesn't seem to be a", "lot of what I say from now on, and have to find out for yourself. But\n maybe some of it helps. I've tried to remember how much I remembered,", "Well, you stagger down the corridor, looking out for the guard, but all\n seems clear. Then you hear his voice from the weapons room. You bend", "You get away from him, finally, after some polite thanks. The building\n seems deserted and you wander up the stairs. There's a room on your", "Suddenly, there's a confused yell from the direction of the elevator\n and a beam of light strikes against your eyes, with a shout punctuating\n it. Your finger touches the red button." ], [ "coughing noise and the basement openings begin to click by us. There's\n no feeling of acceleration—some kind of false gravity they use in the", "You can't feel any motion, of course. You try to reach a hand out\n through the field into the nothing around you and your hand goes out,", "future. Then the door opens, and the elevator says \"first\" back at us.", "Then there's a sort of cough and something dilates in the wall. It\n forms a perfect door and the elevator stands there waiting. You get in,\n gulping out something about going all the way down, and then wonder how", "Anyhow, you sit there, watching nothing all around you, and no time,\n apparently, though there is a time effect back in the luggage space.", "and everything seems to cut off around us. You can see a sort of\n foggy nothing surrounding the cockpit; it is probably the field that\n prevents passage through time from affecting us. The luggage section", "You still don't believe it, but you pick up the atomic generator and\n the information sheets, and you head down toward the service elevator.\n There is no button on it. In fact, there's no door there.", "Then the machine stops—at least, the field around us cuts off. You\n feel a dankish sort of air replace the stale air, and you breathe", "been used so far—sends you off into nothingness. There is no beam of\n light, you can't hear a thing, and you're safe.", "It's obviously a service elevator and we're in a dim corridor, with\n nobody around. I grab your hand and shake it. \"You go that way. Don't", "Then it comes to you slowly that you're actually traveling in time.\n You turn to me, getting used to the idea. \"So this is the fourth\n dimension?\" you ask.", "You stumble down the stairs, feeling all the futuristic rays in the\n world on your back, and still nothing happens. Ahead of you, the gate", "gravity, but I can't explain that, either. Maybe the machine has a\n gravity field built in, or maybe the time that makes your watch run is\n responsible for gravity. In spite of Einstein, you have always had the", "a machine geared for voice operation can make anything of that. What\n the deuce would that lowest basement be called? But the elevator has\n closed and is moving downward in a hurry. It coughs again and you're at", "\"No place for it to go,\" I explain. There isn't. Out there is neither\n time nor space, apparently. How could the air leak out? You still feel", "\"Since nobody ever stole it, it's safe.\"\nWe get in the elevator, and I say \"first\" to it. It gives out a", "But\n there is only a single picture of a dull-looking metal sphere, with\n passengers moving up a ramp, and the office is closed. You begin to get", "it isn't there. There is exactly nothing there—in fact, there is no\nthere\n. You are completely outside of time and space, as best you can\n guess how things are.", "lower than they used to, apparently. Twenty floors up seems about the\n maximum. You head for it, and find the sidewalk is marked with the\n information that it is the museum.", "get just that. You don't need the power company any more. And you\n feel a little happier when you realize that the luggage space wasn't\n insulated from time effects by a field, so the motor has moved backward" ], [ "Then there's a yell behind you. You don't wait. You put one leg in\n front of the other and you begin racing down the walk, ducking past", "about that, either. Somebody reaches out a hand to catch you and you\n dart past.\nThe street is pretty clear now and you jolt along, with your arms", "side of the generator, blowing a little whistle the cop hands him.\n Pedestrians begin to move aside, and you and the stranger jog down the", "\"You can't exert yourself that hard in this heat, fellow,\" the cop\n says. \"There are laws against that, without a yellow sticker. Here, let", "Out of nowhere, something in a blue uniform about six feet tall and\n on the beefy side appears—and the badge hasn't changed much. The cop\n catches your arm and you know you're not going to get away, so you stop.", "at him, not waiting for thanks. And the guard comes up, holding some\n dinkus in his hand, about the size of a big folding camera and not too", "The cop nods. \"Oh, that explains it. Fine, I won't have to give you\n an appearance schedule. But you should have come to me.\" He reaches", "down and try to scurry past, but you know you're in full view. Nothing\n happens, though.", "Then the machine stops—at least, the field around us cuts off. You\n feel a dankish sort of air replace the stale air, and you breathe", "out and taps a pedestrian lightly on the shoulder. \"Sir, an emergency\n request. Would you help this gentleman?\"\nThe pedestrian grins, looks at his watch, and nods. \"How far?\"", "street at a trot, with a nice clear path, while the cop stands beaming\n at you both.", "Suddenly, there's a confused yell from the direction of the elevator\n and a beam of light strikes against your eyes, with a shout punctuating\n it. Your finger touches the red button.", "You get away from him, finally, after some polite thanks. The building\n seems deserted and you wander up the stairs. There's a room on your", "is closed. You reach it and it opens obligingly by itself. You breathe\n a quick sigh of relief and start out onto the street.", "Well, you stagger down the corridor, looking out for the guard, but all\n seems clear. Then you hear his voice from the weapons room. You bend", "It's obviously a service elevator and we're in a dim corridor, with\n nobody around. I grab your hand and shake it. \"You go that way. Don't", "You did notice the name of the building from which you came and you\n mutter it. The stranger nods again, reaches out and picks up the other", "And he is. He stands just inside the door of the building as you reach\n it. The stranger lifts an eyebrow and goes off at once when you nod", "you for some more information, which you give him at random. It seems\n to satisfy your amiable guard friend. He finally smiles in satisfaction\n and heads back to the museum.", "Right now, you're shocked. It's a real wrench when a man meets himself\n for the first time. Some kind of telepathy seems to work between two" ], [ "\"Downayer rien turn lefa the sign. Stoo bloss,\" he tells you. Around\n you, you hear some pretty normal English, but there are others using\n stuff as garbled as his. The educated and uneducated? I don't know.", "I'd told you that, too, but you've forgotten. \"As near as I can guess,\n it's about 2150. He told me, just as I'm telling you, that it's an\n interstellar civilization.\"", "future. Then the door opens, and the elevator says \"first\" back at us.", "pretty easygoing civilization, from what I could see. We'll go up and\n I'll leave you. I like the looks of things here, so I won't be coming\n back with you.\"", "dignified. Some of them can be decoded to stationery shops, fountains,\n and the like. What a zergot is, you don't know. You stop at a sign\n that announces:", "a machine geared for voice operation can make anything of that. What\n the deuce would that lowest basement be called? But the elevator has\n closed and is moving downward in a hurry. It coughs again and you're at", "Then the machine stops—at least, the field around us cuts off. You\n feel a dankish sort of air replace the stale air, and you breathe", "\"I'm staying here,\" I tell you. \"This is like the things they wear in\n this century, as near as I can remember it, and I should be able to", "provisions for the future, and come back to climb into the time machine\n that's waiting in the building you had put around it. Then you'll be", "at him, not waiting for thanks. And the guard comes up, holding some\n dinkus in his hand, about the size of a big folding camera and not too", "Then there's a sort of cough and something dilates in the wall. It\n forms a perfect door and the elevator stands there waiting. You get in,\n gulping out something about going all the way down, and then wonder how", "\"Thanks,\" you mutter, wondering what kind of civilization can produce\n guards as polite as that. \"I—I'm told I should investigate your\n display of atomic generators.\"", "You did notice the name of the building from which you came and you\n mutter it. The stranger nods again, reaches out and picks up the other", "What's more, he speaks pretty clearly. Everyone says things in a sort\n of drawl, with softer vowels and slurred consonants, but it's rather\n pleasant.", "but with variations, probably depending on the power output. A big sign\n on the ceiling gives a lot of dope on atomic generators, explaining\n that this is the first invention which leaped full blown into basically", "You'll figure out the cycle in more details later. You get into the\n machine in front of your house, go to the future in the sub-basement,", "right filled with something that proclaims itself the first truly\n plastic diamond former, and you go up to it. As you come near, it\n goes through a crazy wiggle inside, stops turning out a continual row", "That way, it isn't so bad. And you begin to see why I decided I might\n like to stay in the future. But all the same, the organized cooperation", "Then it comes to you slowly that you're actually traveling in time.\n You turn to me, getting used to the idea. \"So this is the fourth\n dimension?\" you ask.", "as the great inventor made it. And it still operates as well as ever.\n Like to have me tell you about it?\"" ], [ "And he is. He stands just inside the door of the building as you reach\n it. The stranger lifts an eyebrow and goes off at once when you nod", "provisions for the future, and come back to climb into the time machine\n that's waiting in the building you had put around it. Then you'll be", "like him. But it's a longish story, and you might as well let me in.\n You will, you know, so why quibble about it? At least, you always", "future. Then the door opens, and the elevator says \"first\" back at us.", "as the great inventor made it. And it still operates as well as ever.\n Like to have me tell you about it?\"", "Right now, you're shocked. It's a real wrench when a man meets himself\n for the first time. Some kind of telepathy seems to work between two", "He beams at that. \"Of course.\" The gate is swung to behind you, but\n obviously he isn't locking it. In fact, there doesn't seem to be a", "You did notice the name of the building from which you came and you\n mutter it. The stranger nods again, reaches out and picks up the other", "me as you're having. Of course we have the same tastes—we're the same\n person. I'm you thirty years from now, or you're me. I remember just", "at him, not waiting for thanks. And the guard comes up, holding some\n dinkus in his hand, about the size of a big folding camera and not too", "land in your back yard, and then hop back thirty years to pick up\n yourself, landing in front of your house. Just that. But right then,\n you don't care. You jump out and start pulling out that atomic", "You go up the steps, but you see that it seems to be closed. You\n hesitate for a moment, then. You're beginning to think the whole affair\n is complete nonsense, and you should get back to the time machine and", "obvious it must be a time machine. You'll sense that, too. You've seen\n it, just a small little cage with two seats, a luggage compartment, and", "Well, the drinks are finished. You're woozy enough to go along with me\n without protest, and I want to find out just why those people up there\n came looking for you and shouting, before the time machine left.", "course, there may have been a start for all this once. There may have\n been a time when you did invent the machine—the atomic motor first,\n then the time-machine. And when you closed the loop by going back and", "Anyhow, you'll let me in. I did, so you will.", "I'd told you that, too, but you've forgotten. \"As near as I can guess,\n it's about 2150. He told me, just as I'm telling you, that it's an\n interstellar civilization.\"", "Then there's a sort of cough and something dilates in the wall. It\n forms a perfect door and the elevator stands there waiting. You get in,\n gulping out something about going all the way down, and then wonder how", "Then it comes to you slowly that you're actually traveling in time.\n You turn to me, getting used to the idea. \"So this is the fourth\n dimension?\" you ask.", "is closed. You reach it and it opens obligingly by itself. You breathe\n a quick sigh of relief and start out onto the street." ], [ "Then the machine stops—at least, the field around us cuts off. You\n feel a dankish sort of air replace the stale air, and you breathe", "bit stale. You suddenly realize that everything in the machine is wide\n open, yet you haven't seen any effects of air loss.", "some pencil marks over them—\"Press these to return to yourself 30\n years\"—and you begin waiting for the air to get stale. It doesn't\n because there is only one of you this time.", "as the great inventor made it. And it still operates as well as ever.\n Like to have me tell you about it?\"", "You'll never know what you stumbled over, but, somehow, you move back\n in the direction of the time machine, bumping against boxes, staggering", "It isn't much of a trip back. You sit there smoking and letting your\n nerves settle back to normal. You notice a third set of buttons, with", "\"No place for it to go,\" I explain. There isn't. Out there is neither\n time nor space, apparently. How could the air leak out? You still feel", "obvious it must be a time machine. You'll sense that, too. You've seen\n it, just a small little cage with two seats, a luggage compartment, and", "easier, though we're in complete darkness, except for the weak light in\n the machine, which always burns, and a few feet of rough dirty cement\n floor around. You take another cigaret from me and you get out of the", "coughing noise and the basement openings begin to click by us. There's\n no feeling of acceleration—some kind of false gravity they use in the", "here and there, and trying to find the right place by sheer feel. Then\n a shred of dim light appears; it's the weak light in the time machine.", "and everything seems to cut off around us. You can see a sort of\n foggy nothing surrounding the cockpit; it is probably the field that\n prevents passage through time from affecting us. The luggage section", "get just that. You don't need the power company any more. And you\n feel a little happier when you realize that the luggage space wasn't\n insulated from time effects by a field, so the motor has moved backward", "provisions for the future, and come back to climb into the time machine\n that's waiting in the building you had put around it. Then you'll be", "in time, somehow, and is back to its original youth—minus the\n replaced wires the guard mentioned—which probably wore out because of\n the makeshift job you've just done.", "Anyhow, you sit there, watching nothing all around you, and no time,\n apparently, though there is a time effect back in the luggage space.", "You go up the steps, but you see that it seems to be closed. You\n hesitate for a moment, then. You're beginning to think the whole affair\n is complete nonsense, and you should get back to the time machine and", "a machine geared for voice operation can make anything of that. What\n the deuce would that lowest basement be called? But the elevator has\n closed and is moving downward in a hurry. It coughs again and you're at", "is closed. You reach it and it opens obligingly by itself. You breathe\n a quick sigh of relief and start out onto the street.", "at him, not waiting for thanks. And the guard comes up, holding some\n dinkus in his hand, about the size of a big folding camera and not too" ], [ "But you begin getting more of a jolt when you find that the papers are\n all in your own writing, that your name is down as the inventor, and\n that the date of the patent application is 1951.", "\"You forgot the prints, monograph, and patent applications,\" he says.\n \"They go with the generator—we don't like to have them separated. A", "You swallow several sets of tonsils you had removed years before, and\n take the bundle of papers he hands you out of the little case. He pumps", "You put the atomic generator in the luggage space, throw the papers\n down beside it, and climb into the cockpit, sweating and mumbling. You", "You still don't believe it, but you pick up the atomic generator and\n the information sheets, and you head down toward the service elevator.\n There is no button on it. In fact, there's no door there.", "as the great inventor made it. And it still operates as well as ever.\n Like to have me tell you about it?\"", "everyone does, which seems more probable. They call attention to the\n fact that they have the original model of the first atomic generator\n built, complete with design drawings, original manuscript on operation,\n and full patent application.", "Before long, your riches from the generator are piling in. Little\n kids from school are coming around to stare at the man who changed", "side of the generator, blowing a little whistle the cop hands him.\n Pedestrians begin to move aside, and you and the stranger jog down the", "at him, not waiting for thanks. And the guard comes up, holding some\n dinkus in his hand, about the size of a big folding camera and not too", "\"Nice,\" the guard says over your shoulder. \"It finally wore out one of\n the cathogrids and we had to replace that, but otherwise it's exactly", "You'll never know what you stumbled over, but, somehow, you move back\n in the direction of the time machine, bumping against boxes, staggering", "the original of the first thirteen models. Professor Jonas was using\n them to check his latest theory of how they work. Too bad he could\n not explain the principle, either. Someone will, some day, though.", "but with variations, probably depending on the power output. A big sign\n on the ceiling gives a lot of dope on atomic generators, explaining\n that this is the first invention which leaped full blown into basically", "\"Thanks,\" you mutter, wondering what kind of civilization can produce\n guards as polite as that. \"I—I'm told I should investigate your\n display of atomic generators.\"", "Right now, you're shocked. It's a real wrench when a man meets himself\n for the first time. Some kind of telepathy seems to work between two", "generator and taking it inside.\nIt isn't hard to disassemble, but you don't learn a thing; just some\n plates of metal, some spiral coils, and a few odds and ends—all", "seeming to come out of the sockets, and that atomic generator getting\n heavier at every step.", "Lord, the genius of that twentieth century inventor! It's quite a\n hobby with me, sir. I've read everything I could get on the period.", "So you go to the end and look over the thing. It's simply a square box\n with a huge plug on each side, and a set of vernier controls on top," ], [ "lower than they used to, apparently. Twenty floors up seems about the\n maximum. You head for it, and find the sidewalk is marked with the\n information that it is the museum.", "provisions for the future, and come back to climb into the time machine\n that's waiting in the building you had put around it. Then you'll be", "worry about getting lost; you never did, so you can't. Find the museum,\n grab the motor, and get out. And good luck to you.\"", "lock. \"Must be a new part. You go down that corridor, up one flight\n of stairs and left. Finest display in all the known worlds. We've got", "put in the museum with you as the inventor so you can steal it to be\n the inventor. And you do it in a time machine which you bring back to\n yourself to take yourself into the future to return to take back to", "here and there, and trying to find the right place by sheer feel. Then\n a shred of dim light appears; it's the weak light in the time machine.", "\"Help you, sir? Oh, of course. You must be playing in 'Atoms and\n Axioms.' The museum's closed, but I'll be glad to let you study", "I'd told you that, too, but you've forgotten. \"As near as I can guess,\n it's about 2150. He told me, just as I'm telling you, that it's an\n interstellar civilization.\"", "you for some more information, which you give him at random. It seems\n to satisfy your amiable guard friend. He finally smiles in satisfaction\n and heads back to the museum.", "You'll figure out the cycle in more details later. You get into the\n machine in front of your house, go to the future in the sub-basement,", "at him, not waiting for thanks. And the guard comes up, holding some\n dinkus in his hand, about the size of a big folding camera and not too", "You go up the steps, but you see that it seems to be closed. You\n hesitate for a moment, then. You're beginning to think the whole affair\n is complete nonsense, and you should get back to the time machine and", "But\n there is only a single picture of a dull-looking metal sphere, with\n passengers moving up a ramp, and the office is closed. You begin to get", "You'll never know what you stumbled over, but, somehow, you move back\n in the direction of the time machine, bumping against boxes, staggering", "future. Then the door opens, and the elevator says \"first\" back at us.", "You stumble down the stairs, feeling all the futuristic rays in the\n world on your back, and still nothing happens. Ahead of you, the gate", "right filled with something that proclaims itself the first truly\n plastic diamond former, and you go up to it. As you come near, it\n goes through a crazy wiggle inside, stops turning out a continual row", "You did notice the name of the building from which you came and you\n mutter it. The stranger nods again, reaches out and picks up the other", "You get away from him, finally, after some polite thanks. The building\n seems deserted and you wander up the stairs. There's a room on your", "That way, it isn't so bad. And you begin to see why I decided I might\n like to stay in the future. But all the same, the organized cooperation" ], [ "pretty easygoing civilization, from what I could see. We'll go up and\n I'll leave you. I like the looks of things here, so I won't be coming\n back with you.\"", "Then there's a yell behind you. You don't wait. You put one leg in\n front of the other and you begin racing down the walk, ducking past", "at him, not waiting for thanks. And the guard comes up, holding some\n dinkus in his hand, about the size of a big folding camera and not too", "I'd told you that, too, but you've forgotten. \"As near as I can guess,\n it's about 2150. He told me, just as I'm telling you, that it's an\n interstellar civilization.\"", "You stumble down the stairs, feeling all the futuristic rays in the\n world on your back, and still nothing happens. Ahead of you, the gate", "Then the machine stops—at least, the field around us cuts off. You\n feel a dankish sort of air replace the stale air, and you breathe", "Well, the drinks are finished. You're woozy enough to go along with me\n without protest, and I want to find out just why those people up there\n came looking for you and shouting, before the time machine left.", "future. Then the door opens, and the elevator says \"first\" back at us.", "about that, either. Somebody reaches out a hand to catch you and you\n dart past.\nThe street is pretty clear now and you jolt along, with your arms", "That way, it isn't so bad. And you begin to see why I decided I might\n like to stay in the future. But all the same, the organized cooperation", "Suddenly, there's a confused yell from the direction of the elevator\n and a beam of light strikes against your eyes, with a shout punctuating\n it. Your finger touches the red button.", "You go up the steps, but you see that it seems to be closed. You\n hesitate for a moment, then. You're beginning to think the whole affair\n is complete nonsense, and you should get back to the time machine and", "machine out there now, you'd hear what I'm saying and know what will\n happen to you. But of course, just as I did, you're going to miss a", "You'll never know what the shouting was about—whether they finally\n doped out the fact that they'd been robbed, or whether they were trying", "I let it go, and so do you. If you don't, it's a good way of going\n crazy. You'll see later why I couldn't have invented the machine. Of", "people, who stare at you with expressions you haven't time to see.\n There's another yell behind you.", "You did notice the name of the building from which you came and you\n mutter it. The stranger nods again, reaches out and picks up the other", "You get away from him, finally, after some polite thanks. The building\n seems deserted and you wander up the stairs. There's a room on your", "provisions for the future, and come back to climb into the time machine\n that's waiting in the building you had put around it. Then you'll be", "coughing noise and the basement openings begin to click by us. There's\n no feeling of acceleration—some kind of false gravity they use in the" ] ]

[ "What is main the flaw in Harris' plan to sell the eggs of fashion models?", "What does the author think may happen if a child doesn't look the way the egg buyer expects?", "What could a buyer do if they didn't get the eggs they paid for?", "What is the main concern about egg auctions?", "What does the author think about women who sell their eggs?", "What kind of person would buy eggs at an auction such as Harris'?", "Why are the children produced by the egg auction likely to be the offspring of liars and fools?", "Does the author think Harris is serious about selling eggs?", "Who is an example of someone whose good looks attracted the wrong kind of attention?" ]

[ [ "He doesn't take into account the IQ of the donors.", "He doesn't take into account recessive genes.", "He doesn't screen the eggs for genetic problems.", "He doesn't take the medical history of the donors." ], [ "The buyer may shun the child.", "The buyer may try to sell the child.", "The buyer may kill the child.", "The buyer may sue Harris' company." ], [ "There is not much a buyer could do to verify the eggs came from the expected donors.", "They could sue the egg donor.", "They could sue Harris for everything he's worth.", "They could pick out a new donor to receive eggs from." ], [ "Egg auctions will steer the future of human breeding toward genetic engineering.", "Egg auctions will steer the future of human breeding toward cloning.", "Egg auctions will produce designer babies.", "Egg auctions will fail to produce designer babies." ], [ "They are depressed.", "They have a few screws loose.", "They are just trying to get by financially.", "They are liars and fools." ], [ "A wealthy person who is desperate to have a child.", "A wealthy, superficial, and naive person trying to ensure their child will be beautiful, healthy, and intelligent.", "A wealthy, superficial person who wants to ensure they have a physically pleasing child. This person, however, is not intelligent enough to see the flaws of the plan.", "A wealthy person who wants to manipulate their child's physical appearance." ], [ "Harris didn't verify the medical histories of the models. They could have lied on their donation forms. Only fools would buy human eggs from a man such as Harris.", "Most models have had cosmetic surgery. Only fools would buy eggs based on internet photos.", "Harris advertised that the eggs came from intelligent women, but he didn't verify their IQs. Only fools would buy human eggs from a man who sells pornography.", "Some models lied about their ages. Only fools would buy eggs" ], [ "Not at all, selling eggs is a PR stunt, to drive traffic to Harris' pornography website.", "Absolutely, designer babies are big money.", "Yes, however, he is not intelligent enough to see the many flaws in his plan.", "Yes, Harris is already in talks with geneticists. He'll be able to charge extra for certain features." ], [ "Taylor Swift", "Justin Bieber", "Britney Spears", "Marilyn Monroe" ] ]

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The only thing worse than buying human eggs on", "ruthless will conceal this fact when selling her eggs. (One", "9. The auction exploits desperate buyers. Harris preaches pure", "eggs up for auction. Gradually, the media concluded that the", "2. Egg auctions will fail to produce designer babies." ], [ "On this theory, children produced by the egg auction are", "Maybe her kid will, too. Not to mention the buyers", "1. Egg auctions will produce designer babies. Harris cites", "out as pretty as the buyer expected, the buyer may", "the fittest. Doomsayers predict that once \"beautiful eggs are", "selling of eggs,\" one fertility expert complains to the New", "purchases. The only thing worse than buying human eggs on", "of spawning good-looking children--may produce children just as dysfunctional", "reasons. First, the child of an ugly man and a", "\"We bid for everything else in this society--why not eggs?\"", "only a \"naive\" person would buy their eggs on the", "14. 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Critics cite Elvis Presley and", "and Marilyn Monroe as examples.", "Harris' detractors reply that beauty is \"superficial\" and conveys", "6. Beauty doesn't convey health. Harris casually asserts that", "best parts of human nature. Slavish catering to physically attractive", "not exploited. Harris preaches that the world rewards beauty because", "beautiful people. This site simply mirrors our current society, in", "reasons. First, the child of an ugly man and a", "of spawning good-looking children--may produce children just as dysfunctional", "have successful children is to make sure they're attractive. The", "8. Beauty is less useful than intelligence. Harris advertises", "\"find beautiful girls, take beautiful photographs of them, [and] put", "in that beauty usually goes to the highest bidder.\" But", ". He's just using the sex appeal of his models", "have had cosmetic surgery. A model who is perfectly ruthless", "conveys a \"harmful preoccupation with exterior appearances over intelligence and" ] ]

[ "Why was the second round of tests more important to the test subjects?", "What is NOT a recommendation they make in future experiments?", "What was the difference between the first and second test?", "How good were test subjects at labeling the beers in round two?", "Why are the experimental results somewhat irrelevant?", "Round 2 did all but what to make things more interesting?", "What was NOT a metric test subjects were asked to use in these experiments?" ]

[ [ "They wanted to prove themselves as being knowledgable about expensive beers", "They wanted to prove themselves as being knowledgable about wines", "They wanted to prove themselves as being knowledgable about hard liquor", "They wanted to prove themselves as being knowledgable about cheap beers" ], [ "If you're going to test a certain type of beer, they recommended specific brands to try and one to avoid", "Give the test subjects a palette cleanser (they didn't and it would make the data a lot cleaner in future studies)", "Provide the test subjects with different information", "If you're running the experiment, you can't participate as well" ], [ "Beer type and expense", "Beer type only ", "The types of beer in both stages of the test were the same, but the presentation method differed significantly", "Expense only" ], [ "Few of them got anything correct", "None of them could guess any of them", "Most of them got most things correct", "Most of them got them perfect" ], [ "The experimenters were unqualified", "The experiment subjects were unqualified", "The sample size was too small", "Part of what matters is the label itself" ], [ "Included some less high quality beers", "Asked for people to label type if they could ", "Added a control drink", "Learned everyone's favorite beers and included those in the samples" ], [ "Choosing their favorite of the samples", "Guessing the most expensive of the samples", "Personal opinion of the sample", "Choosing their least favorite of the samples" ] ]

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The first round", "the tasters were given these and only these clues:", "One of the tasters, No. 7, decided to live dangerously", "and snob appeal per dollar). From this second round we", "If you're going to test imported lagers, try Foster's or Corona rather than Grolsch. \n\n Remember to stay strictly in the scientist's role. Don't take the test yourself.", "was the most expensive in the test--and otherwise the testers", "tasting panel had left the first round grumbling that cheap" ], [ "For scientists who want to continue this work at home, here are a few suggestions for further research:", "conclusion is obvious. We learned from the first experiment to", "If you're going to test imported lagers, try Foster's or Corona rather than Grolsch. \n\n Remember to stay strictly in the scientist's role. Don't take the test yourself.", "doesn't mean that from then on you should close your", "its place. But let's be realistic. 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[ "Why did the bartenders water down the Joe's drinks?", "In what significant way was the CPA system different than other judicial systems for criminals?", "Why did Joe want to commit a crime and be caught by the CPA?", "Why was the girl unable to help Joe commit his planned crime?", "How was Joe able to find an apartment to break into to commit his crime of theivery?", "What happens to the Ex members who think about committing a crime?", "What did Joe take from the apartment that he was later charged with theft?", "What did Joe find strange when he first awoke at the hospital after his treatment?", "Which of the following was not heard by Joe as the voice in his head after his treatment?" ]

[ [ "To avoid having to provide a room for anyone too drunk to leave. ", "To avoid chaos in their establishments. ", "To keep the patrons purchasing more and more. ", "Drunkenness was illegal. " ], [ "Crimes were not punished.", "All crimes had the same punishment. ", "Criminals were kept on lock-down forever without any kind of trial. ", "Criminals were hired for higher-up jobs in society." ], [ "So that he would fit the part of a hardened criminal. ", "So that he could become a part of the CPA team. ", "So that he could receive the CPA Treatment and be offered a good job. ", "So that he could get into the prison. " ], [ "She was a part of the CPA and didn't agree with his idea.", "She was unable to accept his small payment for a large possible consequence. ", "She was a part of the WSDA and obviously knew how to defend herself. ", "She knew no one would believe that he had actually tried to rape her because of her status as a DCT. " ], [ "Hendricks had left out a book with unsecured addresses.", "He paid someone to allow him to rob them and then report his crime. ", "He unsuccessfully attempted robbery until he was successful. ", "Hendricks had shown him the apartment that he could rob and be caught for. " ], [ "They are unable to think about crime. ", "They are locked back away in the hospital for more treatment. ", "They are given another DCT card. ", "They feel immense head pain at the thought of crime. " ], [ "Magazines", "A watch", "A engraved bracelet.", "Underwear" ], [ "He had a pounding headache. ", "He felt unable to lie. ", "He felt no different. ", "He felt like a hero. " ], [ "Unlawful to curse. ", "Unlawful to divulge CPA procedure. ", "Unlawful to communicate with a DCT. ", "Unlawful to strike someone except in self-defense. " ] ]

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[ [ "Joe had tried dozens of times in dozens of bars to outsmart them, but\n had always failed. And in all of New York's millions, there had been\n only a hundred cases of intoxication during the previous year.", "\"Not sick. Drunk. Been trying to get drunk all afternoon.\" As the\n liquor settled in his stomach, he waited for the warm glow. But the\n glow didn't come ... the bartender had watered his drink again.", "on the verge of drunkenness. At the proper time—since drunkenness was\n illegal—a bartender always watered the drinks.", "but comparatively few got drunk. Each bartender could not only mix\n drinks but could also judge by a man's actions and speech when he was", "Hendricks smiled. \"Sorry, Joe. You missed the boat again.\" He reached\n out and turned a dial on his desk top. \"We had a microphone hidden in", "and they're bored. Then Mr. Jones says, 'Let's go watch this Joe\n Harper.' So they look up your record—amateur cops always keep records", "\"So they go there and they sit and drink and watch you, trying not\n to let you know they're watching you. They watch you all night, just", "It was easy enough to understand, he reflected, but a lot harder to do.\n The CPA robot bartenders saw to it that anyone got high if they wanted,", "Joe went to the window. Three stories below, a large crowd had gathered\n on the hospital steps: a band, photographers, television trucks,", "Joe frowned. Few men had ever done him a favor and he had rarely\n thanked anyone for anything. And now ... after thanking the man who'd\n done him the biggest favor of all, the man was denying it!", "\"Tell you later.\" He gulped the remainder of his drink, almost pouring\n it down his throat.\n\n\n \"Hey. You trying to make yourself sick?\"", "Joe didn't understand Hendricks completely, but the part he did\n understand he didn't believe. A crowd was waiting for him. He could see", "Joe's face reddened as Hendricks proceeded to call him a series of\n names. He wanted to smash the fat, grinning face, but the muscles in\n his arm froze before it moved it an inch.", "Hendricks shrugged his shoulders negligently. \"Not entirely a favor. I\n want to get rid of you. Usually I come up here and sit around and read\n books. But guys like you are a nuisance and take up my time.\"", "\"I'm doing you a favor, Joe. I'm trying to explain something you're too\n dumb to realize by yourself. We've taught everyone to hate crime and", "Hendricks leaned even closer and glared. \"You listen, Joe. This is\n interesting. You see, it doesn't stop with Mr. and Mrs. Jones. There's", "\"I think it's a lousy, filthy system.\" Joe's head was still tingling\n with pain and he felt suffocated. The CPA was everywhere, only now it", "\"Okay,\" Joe said. \"I'll save you the trouble. I admit it. Attempted\n rape. I confess.\"", "Joe waved the money away. \"Listen, why don't you do me a favor? Why\n don't you frame me? If I'm such a nuisance, pin a crime on me—any\n crime.\"", "Except men like Joe Harper. No system is perfect. Along with thousands\n of other DCTs, Joe refused to believe it, and when he reached apartment" ], [ "The CPA system was, actually, cheaper than previous methods because\n it did away with the damage caused by countless crimes; did away with\n prisons and their guards, large police forces, squad cars and weapons.", "A civilization weary of murder, robbery, kidnapping, counterfeiting,\n blackmail, rape, arson, and drunkenness had originated the CPA—Crime", "And the CPA had attacked crime through society itself, striking at\n the individual. In every city there were neon signs that blinked", "the day you died. With the CPA system, you're returned to society, a\n useful citizen, unable to commit the smallest crime. And you've got a", "Prevention Association. There were no longer any prisons—CPA officials\n had declared loudly and emphatically that their job was to prevent\n crime, not punish it. And prevent it they did, with thousands of", "Anyone could conspire. And if the conspirators were prevented from\n committing a crime, then that meant the CPA had functioned properly\n once again. That meant the CPA had once again\nprevented", "The FBI had always been a powerful organization, but under the\n supervision of the CPA, it was a scientific colossus and to think", "hero, but because of the CPA Treatment, he was—when he left one of the\n CPA hospitals—a thoroughly honest and hard-working individual ... a\n man who could be trusted with any responsibility, any amount of money.", "prevented\ncrime, and\n the CPA didn't punish crimes or attempted crimes, and it didn't attempt\n to prevent crimes\nby", ".\"\nThe car passed one of the CPA playgrounds. Boys and girls of all ages\n were laughing, squealing with joy as they played games designed by CPA", "the CPA. The WSDA gave free instruction in judo and jujitsu, even\n developed new techniques of wrestling and instructed only women in\n those new techniques.", "No crime was ever punished. If a man was smart enough to kill\n someone, for instance, he wasn't sent to prison to be punished; he", "would have cheered even louder. He knew: he had stood outside the CPA\n hospitals many times and the crowds always cheered louder when an\n ex-murderer came out.", "alleys, restaurants, subways and every other place imaginable waited\n for someone to say the wrong thing. Everything the microphones picked\n up was routed to the CPA Brain, a monster electronic calculator.", "As an answer, Joe handed her his CPA ID card. She grunted when she\n saw the large letters that indicated the owner had Dangerous Criminal\n Tendencies.", "And therefore, an EX (a convicted criminal who received the treatment\n was commonly called an Ex because he was in the strictest sense of the\n word an Ex-criminal) ... an Ex was always offered the best jobs.", "Imagination or not, the CPA was almost everywhere a person went.\n Twenty-four hours a day, millions of microphones hidden in taverns,", "were not crimes. They weren't crimes because the DCT didn't complete\n the act, and if he didn't complete the act, that meant simply that the\n CPA had once again functioned properly.", "\"I think it's a lousy, filthy system.\" Joe's head was still tingling\n with pain and he felt suffocated. The CPA was everywhere, only now it", "ingenious crime-prevention devices and methods. They had made crime\n almost impossible, and during the previous year, only a few hundred men\n in the whole country had been convicted of criminal acts." ], [ "As an answer, Joe handed her his CPA ID card. She grunted when she\n saw the large letters that indicated the owner had Dangerous Criminal\n Tendencies.", "\"Okay,\" Joe said. \"I'll save you the trouble. I admit it. Attempted\n rape. I confess.\"", "treatment and taking it. But you wouldn't do that. You wanted to commit\n a crime, get caught and be a hero ... an\nEx\n.\"", "A civilization weary of murder, robbery, kidnapping, counterfeiting,\n blackmail, rape, arson, and drunkenness had originated the CPA—Crime", "He waved his hand. \"Okay. Shut it off. I confess to conspiracy.\"\nHendricks rose from behind the desk, walked leisurely to where Joe was\n slouched in a chair. \"Give me your CPA ID.\"", "\"I'm doing you a favor, Joe. I'm trying to explain something you're too\n dumb to realize by yourself. We've taught everyone to hate crime and", "\"Damn it, there must be some way you can help me! We both want the same\n thing. We both want to see me convicted of a crime.\"", "Joe stared at the door to the adjoining office as it closed behind the\n big man. Hendricks was—unbelievably—offering him a victim, offering\n him a crime!", "\"I think it's a lousy, filthy system.\" Joe's head was still tingling\n with pain and he felt suffocated. The CPA was everywhere, only now it", "Joe laughed. \"If your damned CPA is so all-powerful, why can't you\nmake\nme go?\"\n\n\n \"Violation of Civil Rights.\"", "down there waiting for you because they're curious, because they're\n glad the CPA caught you, and because they're glad you're an Ex. You're\n an\nex", "\"I couldn't leave if I wanted to,\" Joe said. \"I'm flat broke. Thanks to\n your CPA system, a DCT can't get a decent job.\"", "Joe waved the money away. \"Listen, why don't you do me a favor? Why\n don't you frame me? If I'm such a nuisance, pin a crime on me—any\n crime.\"", "The plan was perfect, he told himself. Attempted rape was one of the\n few things that was a crime merely because a man attempted it. A crime", "Anyone could conspire. And if the conspirators were prevented from\n committing a crime, then that meant the CPA had functioned properly\n once again. That meant the CPA had once again\nprevented", "Fearing that someone might detect him before he actually committed the\n crime, Joe hurried to the bureau and searched it.", "want to hire you for. I want you to help me commit a crime. If I get\n convicted of a crime, I'll be able to get a good job!\"", "The CPA system was, actually, cheaper than previous methods because\n it did away with the damage caused by countless crimes; did away with\n prisons and their guards, large police forces, squad cars and weapons.", "\"Scream,\" Joe said. \"Scream as loud as you can, and when the cops get\n here, tell 'em I tried to rape you.\"", "would have cheered even louder. He knew: he had stood outside the CPA\n hospitals many times and the crowds always cheered louder when an\n ex-murderer came out." ], [ "The girl was still shaking her head. \"Can't do it, buddy. I'd lose my\n rank if you were convicted of—\"", "The girl shook her head vigorously. \"Sorry, buddy. Can't help you that\n way. Why didn't you tell me what you wanted?\"", "Joe handed him the card with trembling fingers. He felt as if the world\n had collapsed beneath him. Conspiracy to commit a crime wasn't a crime.", "\"Where's the girl?\" Joe asked.\n\n\n \"I processed her while you were out cold. She left. Joe, you—\"", "\"Scream,\" Joe said. \"Scream as loud as you can, and when the cops get\n here, tell 'em I tried to rape you.\"", "The plan was perfect, he told himself. Attempted rape was one of the\n few things that was a crime merely because a man attempted it. A crime", "Joe stared at the door to the adjoining office as it closed behind the\n big man. Hendricks was—unbelievably—offering him a victim, offering\n him a crime!", "\"I'm doing you a favor, Joe. I'm trying to explain something you're too\n dumb to realize by yourself. We've taught everyone to hate crime and", "\"Lay off,\" Joe said. \"I got a headache. That girl—\"", "Joe's face reddened as Hendricks proceeded to call him a series of\n names. He wanted to smash the fat, grinning face, but the muscles in\n his arm froze before it moved it an inch.", "\"Okay,\" Joe said. \"I'll save you the trouble. I admit it. Attempted\n rape. I confess.\"", "\"Do I have to\nmake\nyou scream?\" Joe inquired tiredly and advanced\n toward the girl.\n\n\n \"—and that rank carries a lot of weight. Hey!\nStop it!\n\"", "Fearing that someone might detect him before he actually committed the\n crime, Joe hurried to the bureau and searched it.", "As an answer, Joe handed her his CPA ID card. She grunted when she\n saw the large letters that indicated the owner had Dangerous Criminal\n Tendencies.", "\"Yeah.\" Joe nodded at the other chair. \"Have a seat.\" He reached into a\n pocket, withdrew five ten-dollar bills and handed them to her. \"I want\n you to do a job for me. It'll only take a few minutes.\"", "Joe discovered to his dismay that the girl was telling the truth when\n she said she was a sergeant in the WSDA. He felt her hands on his body,", "pick a name and go out and rob him.'\" He laughed nervously. \"If I did\n that, I'd be committing a crime myself!\"", "\"Damn it, there must be some way you can help me! We both want the same\n thing. We both want to see me convicted of a crime.\"", "As Joe dressed, he searched his mind and tried to find some difference.\n\n\n During the treatment, he had been unconscious or drugged, unable to\n think. Now he could think clearly, but he could find no difference in\n himself.", "treatment and taking it. But you wouldn't do that. You wanted to commit\n a crime, get caught and be a hero ... an\nEx\n.\"" ], [ "Fearing that someone might detect him before he actually committed the\n crime, Joe hurried to the bureau and searched it.", "Joe stared at the door to the adjoining office as it closed behind the\n big man. Hendricks was—unbelievably—offering him a victim, offering\n him a crime!", "Almost running to the desk, Joe opened the book, selected a name and\n address and memorized it:", "employee and he doesn't live in the apartment you robbed. The CPA pays\n the rent for that one and he lives in another. We have a lot of places", "Except men like Joe Harper. No system is perfect. Along with thousands\n of other DCTs, Joe refused to believe it, and when he reached apartment", "When Joe was securely handcuffed to a seat inside the helicopter, the\n metal police officers rang doorbells. There was a reward for anyone who", "He broke out in a sweat when he found nothing but underwear and old\n magazines. If he stole underwear and magazines, it would still be a\n crime, but the newspapers would splash satirical headlines. Instead of", "\"You robbed Gralewski's apartment,\" Hendricks said. \"Gralewski is a CPA", "Joe went to the window. Three stories below, a large crowd had gathered\n on the hospital steps: a band, photographers, television trucks,", "\"Yeah.\" Joe nodded at the other chair. \"Have a seat.\" He reached into a\n pocket, withdrew five ten-dollar bills and handed them to her. \"I want\n you to do a job for me. It'll only take a few minutes.\"", "Hendricks smiled. \"Sorry, Joe. You missed the boat again.\" He reached\n out and turned a dial on his desk top. \"We had a microphone hidden in", "\"Scream,\" Joe said. \"Scream as loud as you can, and when the cops get\n here, tell 'em I tried to rape you.\"", "thousands of people like them. Years ago, they got their kicks from\n reading about guys like you, but these days things are dull because\n it's rare when anyone commits a crime. So every time you walk down", "When Joe entered the cubbyhole, he had to stand to one side in order to\n close the door behind him. The place was barely large enough for the", "\"Let me out!\" Joe grabbed at the door and was on the sidewalk, slamming\n the door behind him before the car stopped completely.", "The plan was perfect, he told himself. Attempted rape was one of the\n few things that was a crime merely because a man attempted it. A crime", "Joe handed him the card with trembling fingers. He felt as if the world\n had collapsed beneath him. Conspiracy to commit a crime wasn't a crime.", "\"Okay,\" Joe said. \"I'll save you the trouble. I admit it. Attempted\n rape. I confess.\"", "Joe listened numbly to his voice as it came from one of the hundreds of\n machines on the walls, \"", "As an answer, Joe handed her his CPA ID card. She grunted when she\n saw the large letters that indicated the owner had Dangerous Criminal\n Tendencies." ], [ "He had never heard how the treatment prevented an Ex from committing a\n crime. And now that he knew, it didn't seem fair. He decided to tell", "And therefore, an EX (a convicted criminal who received the treatment\n was commonly called an Ex because he was in the strictest sense of the\n word an Ex-criminal) ... an Ex was always offered the best jobs.", "treatment and taking it. But you wouldn't do that. You wanted to commit\n a crime, get caught and be a hero ... an\nEx\n.\"", "ex\n-criminal now, and because of your treatment, you'll never be\n able to commit another crime as long as you live. And that's the kind", "criminal tendencies out of a man. So the treatment does the next best\n thing—you'll find a set of laws written in your mind. You might\nwant", "thousands of people like them. Years ago, they got their kicks from\n reading about guys like you, but these days things are dull because\n it's rare when anyone commits a crime. So every time you walk down", "\"I'm doing you a favor, Joe. I'm trying to explain something you're too\n dumb to realize by yourself. We've taught everyone to hate crime and", "Anyone could conspire. And if the conspirators were prevented from\n committing a crime, then that meant the CPA had functioned properly\n once again. That meant the CPA had once again\nprevented", "And, ironically, a man who\ndid\ncommit a crime was a sort of hero. He", "and volunteer workers. Everywhere you went, it was there, quietly\n watching you and analyzing you, and if you showed criminal tendencies,\n it watched you even more closely and analyzed you even more deeply", "pick a name and go out and rob him.'\" He laughed nervously. \"If I did\n that, I'd be committing a crime myself!\"", "ingenious crime-prevention devices and methods. They had made crime\n almost impossible, and during the previous year, only a few hundred men\n in the whole country had been convicted of criminal acts.", "\"But during these next few days, you'll discover what being an Ex\n is like. You see, Joe, the treatment can't possibly take all the", "He broke out in a sweat when he found nothing but underwear and old\n magazines. If he stole underwear and magazines, it would still be a\n crime, but the newspapers would splash satirical headlines. Instead of", "\"Why don't you take the free psycho treatment? A man doesn't\nhave\nto\n be a DCT. With the free treatment, psychologists can remove all your\n criminal tendencies and—\"", "Joe handed him the card with trembling fingers. He felt as if the world\n had collapsed beneath him. Conspiracy to commit a crime wasn't a crime.", "No crime was ever punished. If a man was smart enough to kill\n someone, for instance, he wasn't sent to prison to be punished; he", "A civilization weary of murder, robbery, kidnapping, counterfeiting,\n blackmail, rape, arson, and drunkenness had originated the CPA—Crime", "\"In the meantime, any one of these people could be robbed. But what can\n I do? I can't hold this book in front of your nose and say, 'Here, Joe,", "Prevention Association. There were no longer any prisons—CPA officials\n had declared loudly and emphatically that their job was to prevent\n crime, not punish it. And prevent it they did, with thousands of" ], [ "\"You robbed Gralewski's apartment,\" Hendricks said. \"Gralewski is a CPA", "Fearing that someone might detect him before he actually committed the\n crime, Joe hurried to the bureau and searched it.", "He broke out in a sweat when he found nothing but underwear and old\n magazines. If he stole underwear and magazines, it would still be a\n crime, but the newspapers would splash satirical headlines. Instead of", "Joe stared at the door to the adjoining office as it closed behind the\n big man. Hendricks was—unbelievably—offering him a victim, offering\n him a crime!", "\"Where's the girl?\" Joe asked.\n\n\n \"I processed her while you were out cold. She left. Joe, you—\"", "Hendricks smiled. \"Sorry, Joe. You missed the boat again.\" He reached\n out and turned a dial on his desk top. \"We had a microphone hidden in", "When Joe was securely handcuffed to a seat inside the helicopter, the\n metal police officers rang doorbells. There was a reward for anyone who", "Joe handed him the card with trembling fingers. He felt as if the world\n had collapsed beneath him. Conspiracy to commit a crime wasn't a crime.", "Almost running to the desk, Joe opened the book, selected a name and\n address and memorized it:", "Joe went to the window. Three stories below, a large crowd had gathered\n on the hospital steps: a band, photographers, television trucks,", "\"Okay,\" Joe said. \"I'll save you the trouble. I admit it. Attempted\n rape. I confess.\"", "As an answer, Joe handed her his CPA ID card. She grunted when she\n saw the large letters that indicated the owner had Dangerous Criminal\n Tendencies.", "\"Let me out!\" Joe grabbed at the door and was on the sidewalk, slamming\n the door behind him before the car stopped completely.", "\"Yeah.\" Joe nodded at the other chair. \"Have a seat.\" He reached into a\n pocket, withdrew five ten-dollar bills and handed them to her. \"I want\n you to do a job for me. It'll only take a few minutes.\"", "Except men like Joe Harper. No system is perfect. Along with thousands\n of other DCTs, Joe refused to believe it, and when he reached apartment", "When she handed the card back, Joe fought an impulse to tear it to\n pieces. He'd done that once and gone through a mountain of red tape to", "As Joe dressed, he searched his mind and tried to find some difference.\n\n\n During the treatment, he had been unconscious or drugged, unable to\n think. Now he could think clearly, but he could find no difference in\n himself.", "employee and he doesn't live in the apartment you robbed. The CPA pays\n the rent for that one and he lives in another. We have a lot of places", "Joe waved the money away. \"Listen, why don't you do me a favor? Why\n don't you frame me? If I'm such a nuisance, pin a crime on me—any\n crime.\"", "\"Scream,\" Joe said. \"Scream as loud as you can, and when the cops get\n here, tell 'em I tried to rape you.\"" ], [ "As Joe dressed, he searched his mind and tried to find some difference.\n\n\n During the treatment, he had been unconscious or drugged, unable to\n think. Now he could think clearly, but he could find no difference in\n himself.", "Joe went to the window. Three stories below, a large crowd had gathered\n on the hospital steps: a band, photographers, television trucks,", "Joe listened numbly to his voice as it came from one of the hundreds of\n machines on the walls, \"", "He felt more relaxed than he'd ever felt before, but that could be an\n after-effect of all the sedatives he'd been given. And, he noticed when", "the people with his own eyes. When he left the hospital, they'd cheer\n and shout and ask for his autograph. If he wasn't a hero,\nwhat was\n he", "Joe frowned. Few men had ever done him a favor and he had rarely\n thanked anyone for anything. And now ... after thanking the man who'd\n done him the biggest favor of all, the man was denying it!", "\"But during these next few days, you'll discover what being an Ex\n is like. You see, Joe, the treatment can't possibly take all the", "Joe didn't understand Hendricks completely, but the part he did\n understand he didn't believe. A crowd was waiting for him. He could see", "Hendricks was standing by the window. Joe stared at the massive back.\n Deliberately goading his mind, he discovered the biggest change:", "he looked in the mirror, he was paler. The treatment had taken months\n and he had, between operations, been locked in his room.", "\"Where's the girl?\" Joe asked.\n\n\n \"I processed her while you were out cold. She left. Joe, you—\"", "He opened his eyes, saw Hendricks' ugly face and thought for a minute\n he was still having the nightmare.", "Joe couldn't stand the breath in his face any longer. He rose and paced\n the floor.", "\"I think it's a lousy, filthy system.\" Joe's head was still tingling\n with pain and he felt suffocated. The CPA was everywhere, only now it", "Hendricks smiled. \"Sorry, Joe. You missed the boat again.\" He reached\n out and turned a dial on his desk top. \"We had a microphone hidden in", "\"That's why I met you at the hospital,\" Hendricks said. \"I want to\n explain some things. I've known you for a long time and I know you're", "He stared at the car as it pulled away from the curb and glided into\n the stream of traffic again. He realized he was a prisoner ... a\n prisoner inside his own body ... made a prisoner by a world that hated\n him back.", "\"I just saw your doctor,\" Hendricks said. \"He says your treatment is\n over. You can go home now. I thought I'd give you a lift.\"", "He opened his eyes and recognized the police commissioner's office. It\n would be hard not to recognize: the room was large, devoid of furniture", "the whole story to the newspapers as soon as he could. And as soon as\n that decision formed in his mind, his body froze, the pain returned and\n the voice," ], [ "As Joe dressed, he searched his mind and tried to find some difference.\n\n\n During the treatment, he had been unconscious or drugged, unable to\n think. Now he could think clearly, but he could find no difference in\n himself.", "Joe listened numbly to his voice as it came from one of the hundreds of\n machines on the walls, \"", "Hendricks smiled. \"Sorry, Joe. You missed the boat again.\" He reached\n out and turned a dial on his desk top. \"We had a microphone hidden in", "was also inside his head, telling him he couldn't do this, couldn't do\n that. All his life it had been telling him he couldn't do things he\n wanted to do and\nnow", "\"I think it's a lousy, filthy system.\" Joe's head was still tingling\n with pain and he felt suffocated. The CPA was everywhere, only now it", "Joe went to the window. Three stories below, a large crowd had gathered\n on the hospital steps: a band, photographers, television trucks,", "\"Where's the girl?\" Joe asked.\n\n\n \"I processed her while you were out cold. She left. Joe, you—\"", "\"Scream,\" Joe said. \"Scream as loud as you can, and when the cops get\n here, tell 'em I tried to rape you.\"", "He had never heard how the treatment prevented an Ex from committing a\n crime. And now that he knew, it didn't seem fair. He decided to tell", "\"But during these next few days, you'll discover what being an Ex\n is like. You see, Joe, the treatment can't possibly take all the", "the whole story to the newspapers as soon as he could. And as soon as\n that decision formed in his mind, his body froze, the pain returned and\n the voice,", "\"Do I have to\nmake\nyou scream?\" Joe inquired tiredly and advanced\n toward the girl.\n\n\n \"—and that rank carries a lot of weight. Hey!\nStop it!\n\"", "\"I just saw your doctor,\" Hendricks said. \"He says your treatment is\n over. You can go home now. I thought I'd give you a lift.\"", "sirens. But the wonderful moment didn't last long and darkness closed\n in on him.\nWhen he awoke, a rough voice was saying, \"Okay. Snap out of it.\"", "Joe's face reddened as Hendricks proceeded to call him a series of\n names. He wanted to smash the fat, grinning face, but the muscles in\n his arm froze before it moved it an inch.", "Joe didn't understand Hendricks completely, but the part he did\n understand he didn't believe. A crowd was waiting for him. He could see", "Hendricks laughed. \"You'll change your opinion. We live in a clean,\n wonderful world, Joe. A world of happy, healthy people. Except for\n freaks like yourself, criminals are—\"", "And worse than that, a brief pain ripped through his skull. A pain so\n intense that, had it lasted a second longer, he would have screamed in", "It was monotonous and, after a while, a person looked at the words and\n heard them without thinking about them. And they were imprinted on his", "psychologists to relieve tension. And—despite the treatment, Joe\n shuddered when he saw the psychologists standing to one side, quietly\n watching the children. The whole world was filled with CPA employees" ] ]

[ "Why did Ben fear the Venusians?", "Why was Ben in search of the man with the red beard?", "What did the dead man compare the Spacemen to in disgust?", "How long ago had it been since Ben had first encountered the dead man?", "From the passage, at what age can we determine that Ben decide that his future would involve being a Spaceman?", "Where was the rumored headquarters for the group of renegade spacemen?", "How long did Maggie care for Ben before he finally awoke after rescuing him?", "What caused Ben to physically assault Cobb?", "Why did Maggie decide to save Ben?", "Why did Maggie not travel with her husband, Jacob, while on his missions?" ]

[ [ "They stood eerily motionless. ", "He had heard they were telepaths.", "They stood silent and unblinking in a eerie manner. ", "They were large and scaly and resembled toads." ], [ "He was hoping to order a drink. ", "He was able to take him back to Mars.", "He would be able to get away from the Martians playing sad music. ", "He would then be able to escape the dead man. " ], [ "Bees", "Garbage", "Maggots", "Flies" ], [ "3 weeks", "1 month ", "3 months", "1 week" ], [ "5", "25", "10", "16" ], [ "Venus", "Mars", "Earth", "exiled in the Solar System " ], [ "Nine days ", "Three days", "Nineteen days. ", "Six days" ], [ "Cobb physically assaulted Ben first. ", "Cobb's vocal disgust for spacemen. ", "Ben was trying to prove a point about his masculinity. ", "He thought he was someone else. " ], [ "She felt sorry for him, knowing he hadn't meant to kill Cobb.", "She knew her husband needed an astrogator.", "She was also on the run and needed a companion. ", "She was pressured by the others. " ], [ "Jacob didn't think women should be in unexplored space. ", "She feared space exploration. ", "She was to be searching for an astrogator. ", "Maggie didn't think women should be in unexplored space. " ] ]

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[ [ "For an instant, Ben's mind rose above the haunting vision of the dead\n man. He thought,\nWhat are they doing here, these Martians? Here, in", "His fear-borne gaze traveled into the dimly illumined Venusian gin\n mill. The place was like an evil caldron steaming with a brew whose\n ingredients had been culled from the back corners of three planets.", "A sense of hopelessness gripped Ben Curtis. Hoover City was but one of\n a dozen cities of Venus. Each had twenty dives such as this.\n\n\n He needed help.", "Several times, Ben glimpsed the bulky figures of CO\n 2\n -breathing\n Venusians, the first he'd ever seen.", "Then, for a single absurd second, Ben was seized with terror—just as,\n a moment before, he'd been overwhelmed with anger.", "Ben Curtis made it to Venus.", "A woman screamed. The music ceased. The Martian orchestra slunk with\n feline stealth to a rear exit. Only the giant Venusians remained", "\"This isn't my first night here,\" Ben lied. \"I've been around a while.\"\n\n\n \"You are spacemen?\"", "there, Ben saw moving figures. He could not tell if they were Earthmen,\n Martians or Venusians.", "unblinking. They certainly didn't look like telepaths, as Ben had heard\n they were, but the thought sent a fresh rivulet of fear down his spine.", "Ben winced. How did this kid know he wanted to sit in the shadows?\n Frowning, he sat down—he and the dead man.\n\n\n He listened to the lonely rhythms of the four-piece Martian orchestra.", "But his picture must have been 'scoped to Venusian visiscreens. A\n reward must have been offered for his capture. Whom could he trust? The\n Martian kid, perhaps?", "Ben shook his head.\nHe thought,\nI don't want your Martian wench. I don't want your opium", "She increased the pressure in his rubberex pillows and helped him rise\n to a sitting position.\n\n\n \"Where are we?\" he asked.\n\n\n \"Venus.\"", "His body was buried now—probably in the silent gray wastes outside\n Luna City. But he'd become a kind of invisible Siamese twin, as much a\n part of Ben as sight in his eyes.", "headquarters was Venus. Their leader—a subject of popular and\n fantastic conjecture in the men's audiozines—was rumored to be a\n red-bearded giant.\nSo", "You idiot! The damned Martian kid! You should have known!\nLight showered the room in a dazzling explosion. Ben, half blinded,\n realized that a broad circle of unshaded globes in the ceiling had been", "\"Venus is getting too civilized. We're moving out and this dome is only\n a temporary base when we have cases like yours. The new base—I might", "undisturbed. They stood unmoving, their staring eyes shifting lazily in\n Ben's direction.", "The Martians were fragile, doll-like creatures with heads too large for\n their spindly bodies. Their long fingers played upon the strings of\n their" ], [ "And towering above him was a red-bearded man whose great hands reached\n down and beckoned to him. Ben crawled through the night on hands and", "You've got to find him\n, he thought.\nYou've got to find the man with\n the red beard. It's the only way you can escape the dead man.", "So now he sat searching for a perhaps nonexistent red-bearded giant,\n and hoping and doubting and fearing, all at once.\n\n\n \"You look for someone,\nsenor\n?\"", "His head rose and turned to the red-bearded man. His pleading voice\n screamed out to him in a thick, harsh cackle. Yet even as he screamed,", "She came and at once he asked, \"Who is the man with the red beard?\"\n\n\n She smiled. \"I was right then when I gave you that thumbnail biog. You\nwere\nlooking for him, weren't you?\"", "faces, scaly reptilian faces, white-skinned, slit-eyed faces, and\n occasionally a white, rouged, powdered face. But nowhere was there a\n face with a red beard.", "The object was a tri-dimensional photo of a rock-faced man in a\n merchant spaceman's uniform. He was a giant of a man with a neatly\n trimmed\nred beard\n!", "Until this instant, Ben had suppressed his anger. Now, suddenly and\n without warning, it welled up into savage fury.", "So\n, Ben reflected,\nyou can take a beer-and-pretzels tale seriously.\n You can hide for a couple of days, get rid of your uniform, change your", "Ben stared at the photo for a long time. At length, he slipped into\n restless sleep. Images of faces and echoes of words spun through his\n brain.", "Then, for a single absurd second, Ben was seized with terror—just as,\n a moment before, he'd been overwhelmed with anger.", "The boy grabbed his hand. Because Ben could think of no reason for\n resisting, he followed. They plunged into shifting layers of smoke and", "For an instant, Ben's mind rose above the haunting vision of the dead\n man. He thought,\nWhat are they doing here, these Martians? Here, in", "He stopped alone in a rocketfront bar for a beer. The man named Cobb\n plopped his portly and unsteady posterior on the stool next to him.", "Again, its face would be a pop-eyed mask of surprise as Ben's fist\n thudded into its jaw. More often, the face would be frozen in the", "Ben winced. How did this kid know he wanted to sit in the shadows?\n Frowning, he sat down—he and the dead man.\n\n\n He listened to the lonely rhythms of the four-piece Martian orchestra.", "headquarters was Venus. Their leader—a subject of popular and\n fantastic conjecture in the men's audiozines—was rumored to be a\n red-bearded giant.\nSo", "against the stone booths.\nKeep walking\n, Ben told himself.\nYou look the same as anyone else\n here. Keep walking. Look straight ahead.", "Ben stiffened. He was twenty-four and dressed in the white,\n crimson-braided uniform of the\nOdyssey's", "The guy's drunk\n, Ben thought. He took his drink and moved three\n stools down the bar." ], [ "The dead man was real. His name was Cobb. He was stout and flabby and\n about forty and he hated spacemen.", "\"Spacemen,\" he muttered, \"are getting like flies. Everywhere, all you\n see's spacemen.\"\n\n\n He was a neatly dressed civilian.", "For an instant, Ben's mind rose above the haunting vision of the dead\n man. He thought,\nWhat are they doing here, these Martians? Here, in", "Ben winced. How did this kid know he wanted to sit in the shadows?\n Frowning, he sat down—he and the dead man.\n\n\n He listened to the lonely rhythms of the four-piece Martian orchestra.", "His fear-borne gaze traveled into the dimly illumined Venusian gin\n mill. The place was like an evil caldron steaming with a brew whose\n ingredients had been culled from the back corners of three planets.", "He remembered a little picture book his mother had given him when she\n was alive. Under the bright pictures of spacemen were the captions:", "through the drone of alcohol-cracked voices.\nThey passed the bar with its line of lean-featured, slit-eyed\n Earthmen—merchant spacemen.", "things. He realized that the soft rubber mouth of a spaceman's oxygen\n mask was clamped over his nose. He felt the heat of electric blankets", "But might not the rumble of atomic engines drown the murmuring dead\n voice? Might not the vision of alien worlds and infinite spaceways\n obscure the dead face?", "Someone tugged at his greasy coat. He jumped, thinking absurdly that it\n was the dead man's hand.", "The dead man returned to him. Bloodied lips cursed at him. Glassy eyes\n accused him. Somewhere were two lost children crying in the night.", "You came to Hoover City in the hope of finding a renegade group of\n spacemen who operate beyond Mars. You were looking for them in the\n Blast Inn.\"", "\"This isn't my first night here,\" Ben lied. \"I've been around a while.\"\n\n\n \"You are spacemen?\"", "\"The name's Cobb.\" The man hiccoughed. \"Spacemen in their white monkey", "The object was a tri-dimensional photo of a rock-faced man in a\n merchant spaceman's uniform. He was a giant of a man with a neatly\n trimmed\nred beard\n!", "\"Thas what you are—a sucker. You're young now. Wait ten years. You'll\n be dyin' of radiation rot or a meteor'll get you. Wait and see, sucker!\"", "His body was buried now—probably in the silent gray wastes outside\n Luna City. But he'd become a kind of invisible Siamese twin, as much a\n part of Ben as sight in his eyes.", "after we got pushed off Mars. We lost a few men in the construction,\n but with almost every advance in space, someone dies.\"", "Ben smiled. \"If it weren't for spacemen, you wouldn't be here.\"", "Cobb was persistent: \"Damn fools shoulda known enough to stay on Earth.\n What the hell good is it, jumpin' from planet to planet?\"" ], [ "Ben winced. How did this kid know he wanted to sit in the shadows?\n Frowning, he sat down—he and the dead man.\n\n\n He listened to the lonely rhythms of the four-piece Martian orchestra.", "He sank to the floor, eyes glassy, blood tricking down his jaw.\n\n\n Ben knew that he was dead.", "His body was buried now—probably in the silent gray wastes outside\n Luna City. But he'd become a kind of invisible Siamese twin, as much a\n part of Ben as sight in his eyes.", "For an instant, Ben's mind rose above the haunting vision of the dead\n man. He thought,\nWhat are they doing here, these Martians? Here, in", "undisturbed. They stood unmoving, their staring eyes shifting lazily in\n Ben's direction.", "Ben stared at the photo for a long time. At length, he slipped into\n restless sleep. Images of faces and echoes of words spun through his\n brain.", "There was just one flaw in his decision. He hadn't realized that the\n memory of the dead man's face would haunt him, torment him, follow him\n as constantly as breath flowed into his lungs.", "The dead man returned to him. Bloodied lips cursed at him. Glassy eyes\n accused him. Somewhere were two lost children crying in the night.", "Again, its face would be a pop-eyed mask of surprise as Ben's fist\n thudded into its jaw. More often, the face would be frozen in the", "And towering above him was a red-bearded man whose great hands reached\n down and beckoned to him. Ben crawled through the night on hands and", "Someone tugged at his greasy coat. He jumped, thinking absurdly that it\n was the dead man's hand.", "and hares ... or was it follow the leader?\nBen Curtis eased his pale, gaunt body through the open doorway of the\n Blast Inn, the dead man following silently behind him.", "You've got to find him\n, he thought.\nYou've got to find the man with\n the red beard. It's the only way you can escape the dead man.", "He didn't hear the answer or anything else.\nBen Curtis had no precise sensation of awakening. Return to\n consciousness was an intangible evolution from a world of black\n nothingness to a dream-like state of awareness.", "The dead man was real. His name was Cobb. He was stout and flabby and\n about forty and he hated spacemen.", "He awoke still screaming....\n\n\n A night without darkness passed. Ben lay waiting for Maggie's return, a\n question already formed in his mind.", "Then, for a single absurd second, Ben was seized with terror—just as,\n a moment before, he'd been overwhelmed with anger.", "There were long periods of lethargy when he was aware of nothing. There\n were periods of light and of darkness. Gradually he grew aware of", "He felt the pressure of hands on his naked arms and shoulders,\n hands that massaged, manipulated, fought to restore circulation and\n sensitivity. He knew they were strong hands. Their strength seemed to\n transfer itself to his own body.", "He staggered like a man of stone moving in slow motion. He'd have\n fifteen—maybe twenty—seconds before complete lethargy of mind and\n body overpowered him." ], [ "\"This isn't my first night here,\" Ben lied. \"I've been around a while.\"\n\n\n \"You are spacemen?\"", "He remembered a little picture book his mother had given him when she\n was alive. Under the bright pictures of spacemen were the captions:", "Ben smiled. \"If it weren't for spacemen, you wouldn't be here.\"", "At sixteen, he'd spent every weekend holiday hitchhiking from Boys\n Town No. 5 in the Catskills to Long Island Spaceport. There, among", "Ben stiffened. He was twenty-four and dressed in the white,\n crimson-braided uniform of the\nOdyssey's", "Ben winced. How did this kid know he wanted to sit in the shadows?\n Frowning, he sat down—he and the dead man.\n\n\n He listened to the lonely rhythms of the four-piece Martian orchestra.", "It had begun a week ago in Luna City. The flight from White Sands had\n been successful. Ben, quietly and moderately, wanted to celebrate.", "can't follow the text-book rules of astrogation out there. You make up\n your own.\"\nBen stiffened. \"And that's why you want me for an astrogator.\"", "The speaker was an eager-eyed Martian boy of about ten. He was like\n a red-skinned marionette with pipestem arms and legs, clad in a torn\n skivvy shirt and faded blue dungarees.", "Half of him was an officer of the Space Corps. Perhaps one single\n starry-eyed boy out of ten thousand was lucky enough to reach that goal.", "you attended Boys Town in the Catskills till you were 19. You graduated\n from the Academy at White Sands last June with a major in Astrogation.", "For an instant, Ben's mind rose above the haunting vision of the dead\n man. He thought,\nWhat are they doing here, these Martians? Here, in", "things. He realized that the soft rubber mouth of a spaceman's oxygen\n mask was clamped over his nose. He felt the heat of electric blankets", "His body was buried now—probably in the silent gray wastes outside\n Luna City. But he'd become a kind of invisible Siamese twin, as much a\n part of Ben as sight in his eyes.", "his first telescope. At fourteen, he'd converted an abandoned shed on\n the government boarding-school grounds to a retreat which housed his\n collection of astronomy and rocketry books.", "the grizzled veterans of the old Moon Patrol, he'd found friends who\n understood his dream and who later recommended his appointment to the\n U. S. Academy for the Conquest of Space.", "And a month ago, he'd signed aboard the\nOdyssey\n—the first ship, it\n was rumored, equipped to venture as far as the asteroids and perhaps\n beyond.", "junior astrogation officer.\n He was three months out of the Academy at White Sands and the shining\n uniform was like a key to all the mysteries of the Universe.", "You idiot! The damned Martian kid! You should have known!\nLight showered the room in a dazzling explosion. Ben, half blinded,\n realized that a broad circle of unshaded globes in the ceiling had been", "boys who'll make that first hop to the stars. It\ncould\nbe us, you\n know—if we live long enough. But that Asteroid Belt is murder. You" ], [ "headquarters was Venus. Their leader—a subject of popular and\n fantastic conjecture in the men's audiozines—was rumored to be a\n red-bearded giant.\nSo", "You came to Hoover City in the hope of finding a renegade group of\n spacemen who operate beyond Mars. You were looking for them in the\n Blast Inn.\"", "Or—\nThere were old wives' tales of a group of renegade spacemen who\n operated from the Solar System's frontiers. The spacemen weren't", "And whereas no legally recognized ship had ventured past Mars, the\n souped-up renegade rigs had supposedly hit the asteroids. Their", "She cocked her head in mock suspicion. \"Somewhere between Mercury and\n Pluto. He's building a new base for us—and a home for me. When his\n ship returns, I'll be going to him.\"", "And a month ago, he'd signed aboard the\nOdyssey\n—the first ship, it\n was rumored, equipped to venture as far as the asteroids and perhaps\n beyond.", "His fear-borne gaze traveled into the dimly illumined Venusian gin\n mill. The place was like an evil caldron steaming with a brew whose\n ingredients had been culled from the back corners of three planets.", "the grizzled veterans of the old Moon Patrol, he'd found friends who\n understood his dream and who later recommended his appointment to the\n U. S. Academy for the Conquest of Space.", "to Hoover City—except dead. The others are physical or psycho rejects\n who couldn't get clearance if they went back to Earth. They know", "outlaws. They were misfits, rejectees from the clearing houses on Earth.", "She lit a cigarette. \"Anyway, the wanted ones stay out beyond the\n frontiers. Jacob and those like him can never return to Earth—not even", "The dead man was real. His name was Cobb. He was stout and flabby and\n about forty and he hated spacemen.", "Cobb was persistent: \"Damn fools shoulda known enough to stay on Earth.\n What the hell good is it, jumpin' from planet to planet?\"", "through the drone of alcohol-cracked voices.\nThey passed the bar with its line of lean-featured, slit-eyed\n Earthmen—merchant spacemen.", "\"He said unexplored space is no place for a woman. So I've been\n studying criminal reports and photos from the Interplanetary Bureau of\n Investigation and trying to find recruits like yourself. You know how\n we operate?\"", "\"This isn't my first night here,\" Ben lied. \"I've been around a while.\"\n\n\n \"You are spacemen?\"", "\"Spacemen,\" he muttered, \"are getting like flies. Everywhere, all you\n see's spacemen.\"\n\n\n He was a neatly dressed civilian.", "Half of him was an officer of the Space Corps. Perhaps one single\n starry-eyed boy out of ten thousand was lucky enough to reach that goal.", "He huddled in a dark corner of a loading platform and lit a cigarette.\n A thousand stars—a thousand motionless balls of silver fire—shone\n above him through Luna City's transparent dome.", "He remembered a little picture book his mother had given him when she\n was alive. Under the bright pictures of spacemen were the captions:" ], [ "He awoke still screaming....\n\n\n A night without darkness passed. Ben lay waiting for Maggie's return, a\n question already formed in his mind.", "Ben stared at the photo for a long time. At length, he slipped into\n restless sleep. Images of faces and echoes of words spun through his\n brain.", "\"Maggie, you—you said I'd live. You didn't say I'd be able to walk\n again.\"\n\n\n She lowered her gaze. \"I hope you'll be able to.\"", "There were long periods of lethargy when he was aware of nothing. There\n were periods of light and of darkness. Gradually he grew aware of", "\"I—I am better,\" he murmured. His words were still slow and thick. \"I\n am going to live?\"\n\n\n \"You will live.\"", "He thought for a moment. \"How long have I been here?\"\n\n\n \"Nine days.\"", "\"You took care of me?\" He noted the deep, dark circles beneath her\n sleep-robbed eyes.\n\n\n She nodded.\n\n\n \"You're the one who carried me when I was shot?\"", "He felt the pressure of hands on his naked arms and shoulders,\n hands that massaged, manipulated, fought to restore circulation and\n sensitivity. He knew they were strong hands. Their strength seemed to\n transfer itself to his own body.", "\"The only thing that matters, really,\" she murmured, \"is your walking\n again. We'll try this afternoon. Okay?\"\n\n\n \"Okay,\" he said.", "For a long time, he tried to open his eyes. His lids felt welded\n shut. But after a while, they opened. His world of darkness gave way", "\"You'll tell me your name?\"\n\n\n \"Maggie.\"\n\n\n \"Why did you save me?\"", "He didn't hear the answer or anything else.\nBen Curtis had no precise sensation of awakening. Return to\n consciousness was an intangible evolution from a world of black\n nothingness to a dream-like state of awareness.", "A new thought, cloaked in sudden fear, entered his murky consciousness.\n \"Tell me, will—will I be well again? Will I be able to walk?\"\n\n\n He lay back then, panting, exhausted.", "And towering above him was a red-bearded man whose great hands reached\n down and beckoned to him. Ben crawled through the night on hands and", "Better\n, he'd think.\nGetting better....\nAt last, after one of the periods of lethargy, his eyes opened. The", "Until this instant, Ben had suppressed his anger. Now, suddenly and\n without warning, it welled up into savage fury.", "undisturbed. They stood unmoving, their staring eyes shifting lazily in\n Ben's direction.", "Maggie rose, her eyes wistful. \"If you want to come—and if you get\n well.\" She looked at him strangely.", "\"You're sure?\" the voice persisted.\n\n\n \"I'm sure,\" Ben managed to say.\n\n\n \"I have no antidote. You may die.\"", "The boy grabbed his hand. Because Ben could think of no reason for\n resisting, he followed. They plunged into shifting layers of smoke and" ], [ "Ben rose and started to leave the bar, but Cobb grabbed his arm and\n held him there.", "His fist struck the man on the chin. Cobb's eyes gaped in shocked\n horror. He spun backward. His head cracked sickeningly on the edge of\n the bar. The sound was like a punctuation mark signaling the end of\n life.", "Until this instant, Ben had suppressed his anger. Now, suddenly and\n without warning, it welled up into savage fury.", "The dead man was real. His name was Cobb. He was stout and flabby and\n about forty and he hated spacemen.", "\"The name's Cobb.\" The man hiccoughed. \"Spacemen in their white monkey", "He was sorry he'd hit Cobb, of course. He was not sorry he'd run.\n Escaping at least gave him a power of choice, of decision.", "Ben Curtis twisted his lean body erect. His chair tumbled backward,\n falling.\n\n\n The white-clad men charged, neuro-clubs upraised.", "Then, for a single absurd second, Ben was seized with terror—just as,\n a moment before, he'd been overwhelmed with anger.", "He stopped alone in a rocketfront bar for a beer. The man named Cobb\n plopped his portly and unsteady posterior on the stool next to him.", "Cobb followed. \"You don't like the truth, eh, kid? You don't like\n people to call you a sucker.\"", "And towering above him was a red-bearded man whose great hands reached\n down and beckoned to him. Ben crawled through the night on hands and", "Again, its face would be a pop-eyed mask of surprise as Ben's fist\n thudded into its jaw. More often, the face would be frozen in the", "Ben threw a fifty-cent credit piece on the table. \"Here. Take off, will\n you?\"", "The boy grabbed his hand. Because Ben could think of no reason for\n resisting, he followed. They plunged into shifting layers of smoke and", "Ben stared at the photo for a long time. At length, he slipped into\n restless sleep. Images of faces and echoes of words spun through his\n brain.", "\"They say it is because after women come, they want first thing a\n thousand vacuum cleaners for dust. What is vacuum cleaner,\nmonsieur\n?\"\n\n\n Ben raised his hand as if to strike the boy.", "\"Curtis!\" one of the policemen yelled. \"You're covered! Hold it!\"\n\n\n Ben whirled away from the advancing police, made for the exit into\n which the musicians had disappeared.", "Cobb was persistent: \"Damn fools shoulda known enough to stay on Earth.\n What the hell good is it, jumpin' from planet to planet?\"", "Someone tugged at his greasy coat. He jumped, thinking absurdly that it\n was the dead man's hand.", "He didn't hear the answer or anything else.\nBen Curtis had no precise sensation of awakening. Return to\n consciousness was an intangible evolution from a world of black\n nothingness to a dream-like state of awareness." ], [ "\"You'll tell me your name?\"\n\n\n \"Maggie.\"\n\n\n \"Why did you save me?\"", "He awoke still screaming....\n\n\n A night without darkness passed. Ben lay waiting for Maggie's return, a\n question already formed in his mind.", "\"Maggie, you—you said I'd live. You didn't say I'd be able to walk\n again.\"\n\n\n She lowered her gaze. \"I hope you'll be able to.\"", "Until this instant, Ben had suppressed his anger. Now, suddenly and\n without warning, it welled up into savage fury.", "\"I—I am better,\" he murmured. His words were still slow and thick. \"I\n am going to live?\"\n\n\n \"You will live.\"", "\"You're sure?\" the voice persisted.\n\n\n \"I'm sure,\" Ben managed to say.\n\n\n \"I have no antidote. You may die.\"", "Maggie rose, her eyes wistful. \"If you want to come—and if you get\n well.\" She looked at him strangely.", "\"I'm sorry,\" she said. \"I shouldn't have told you yet. I felt so happy\n because you're alive. Rest now. We'll talk again soon.\"", "The boy grabbed his hand. Because Ben could think of no reason for\n resisting, he followed. They plunged into shifting layers of smoke and", "\"Yes.\"\n\n\n \"Why?\"\n\n\n Suddenly he began to cough. Breath came hard. She held the oxygen mask\n in readiness. He shook his head, not wanting it.", "He was sorry he'd hit Cobb, of course. He was not sorry he'd run.\n Escaping at least gave him a power of choice, of decision.", "And towering above him was a red-bearded man whose great hands reached\n down and beckoned to him. Ben crawled through the night on hands and", "\"The only thing that matters, really,\" she murmured, \"is your walking\n again. We'll try this afternoon. Okay?\"\n\n\n \"Okay,\" he said.", "\"You took care of me?\" He noted the deep, dark circles beneath her\n sleep-robbed eyes.\n\n\n She nodded.\n\n\n \"You're the one who carried me when I was shot?\"", "Ben stared at the photo for a long time. At length, he slipped into\n restless sleep. Images of faces and echoes of words spun through his\n brain.", "Then, for a single absurd second, Ben was seized with terror—just as,\n a moment before, he'd been overwhelmed with anger.", "\"Suppose—\" He fought to find the right words. \"Suppose I got well and\n decided not to join Jacob. What would happen to me? Would you let me\n go?\"", "The officer passed. Ben breathed easier.", "For an instant, Ben's mind rose above the haunting vision of the dead\n man. He thought,\nWhat are they doing here, these Martians? Here, in", "So\n, Ben reflected,\nyou can take a beer-and-pretzels tale seriously.\n You can hide for a couple of days, get rid of your uniform, change your" ], [ "She lit a cigarette. \"Anyway, the wanted ones stay out beyond the\n frontiers. Jacob and those like him can never return to Earth—not even", "\"Suppose—\" He fought to find the right words. \"Suppose I got well and\n decided not to join Jacob. What would happen to me? Would you let me\n go?\"", "Her thin face was criss-crossed by emotion—alarm, then bewilderment,\n then fear. \"I don't know. That would be up to Jacob.\"", "He lay biting his lip, staring at the photo of Jacob. She touched his\n hand and it seemed that sadness now dominated the flurry of emotion\n that had coursed through her.", "When she left, his eyes were still turned toward Jacob's photo.\n\n\n He was like two people, he thought.", "She laughed. \"Makes you think of a Biblical character, doesn't it?\n Jacob's anything but that. And just plain 'Jake' reminds one of a", "\"Jacob? Your husband?\"", "\"Maggie, you—you said I'd live. You didn't say I'd be able to walk\n again.\"\n\n\n She lowered her gaze. \"I hope you'll be able to.\"", "Maggie rose, her eyes wistful. \"If you want to come—and if you get\n well.\" She looked at him strangely.", "\"Don't get the idea that we're outlaws. Sure, about half our group is\n wanted by the Bureau, but we make honest livings. We're just people\n like yourself and Jacob.\"", "\"You'll tell me your name?\"\n\n\n \"Maggie.\"\n\n\n \"Why did you save me?\"", "He awoke still screaming....\n\n\n A night without darkness passed. Ben lay waiting for Maggie's return, a\n question already formed in his mind.", "A Coffin for Jacob\nBy EDWARD W. LUDWIG\n\n\n Illustrated by EMSH\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "\"Who is he?\"\n\n\n She sat on the chair beside him.\n\n\n \"My husband,\" she said softly.", "He told her the tales he'd heard.\nShe nodded. \"There are quite a few of us now—about a thousand—and a", "She left the room.\nHe sank into the softness of his bed. As he turned over on his side,\n his gaze fell upon an object on a bureau in a far corner of the room.", "\"I'm sorry,\" she said. \"I shouldn't have told you yet. I felt so happy\n because you're alive. Rest now. We'll talk again soon.\"", "\"Then how did you get me here? How did we escape from the Inn?\"\nShe shrugged. \"We have friends who can be bribed. A hiding place in the", "\"The man I killed—did he have a wife?\"\n\n\n She hesitated. He thought,\nDamn it, of all the questions, why did I\n ask that?\nFinally she said, \"He had a wife.\"", "\"Why?\" he asked again.\n\n\n \"It would be a long story. Perhaps I'll tell you tomorrow.\"" ] ]

[ "Which word least describes Ivan?", "What is something Glmpauszn and Joe don't have in common?", "How did Glmpauszn come to Earth?", "How was Glmpauszn communicating with Joe?", "Why couldn't Glmpauszn communicate with Joe the \"normal\" way?", "What is one thing Glmpauszn didn't struggle with when acclimating to Earth?", "What did Joe and Glmpauszn plan to do?", "How does Glmpauszn change throughout the story?", "How does Glmpauszn feel about leaving the world?", "What theme could be taken from this story?" ]

[ [ "confused", "innocent", "concerned", "angry" ], [ "their enjoyment for liquor", "their boss", "their homeland", "their ability to become invisible" ], [ "he teleported", "he was born", "he walked through a mirror", "via spaceship" ], [ "through vibrations", "through the mirror", "telepathically", "through other people" ], [ "Joe wasn't as talented as Glmpauszn", "Joe was trying to avoid Glmpauszn", "Joe had drunk too much alcohol", "Joe was moving around too much" ], [ "slang terms", "meeting people", "emotions", "appropriate clothing" ], [ "eliminate people to take over the world", "eliminate people because they were bothersome", "learn all they could about the human race", "take over and inhabit this world" ], [ "his hatred for humans continues to grow", "he begins to enjoy the customs and ways of humans", "he gets smarter and more powerful", "he begins to love women and money" ], [ "excited to leave", "sad he can't stay", "bittersweet", "angry that they must go" ], [ "enjoy all that life has to offer", "it's better to be safe than sorry", "you never know what people are truly like", "people can't be trusted" ] ]

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[ [ "I fear his words are limited. Ah, well. I had great things to tell\n you about my progress, but I cannot convey even a hint of how I have\n accomplished these miracles through the thick skull of this incompetent.", "inevitable climax in which I singlehanded will obliterate the terror of\n the not-world and return to our world a hero. I cannot understand your\n not replying to my letters. I have given you a box number. What could", "concentrated and sweated and suddenly something began to take form in\n the room. The best way to describe it in not-world language is a white,\n shapeless cascade of light.", "not-world inches tall by evening. My not-father entered while I was\n standing by the crib examining a syringe the doctor had left behind.\n He stopped in his tracks on entering the room and seemed incapable of", "somebody about this because if there is something to it, then somebody,\n everybody, is going to point finger at me, Ivan Smernda, and say, \"Why\n didn't you warn us?\"", "When I heard them say that he was straightening up to come see me, I\n made a special effort and grew marvelously in one afternoon. I was 36", "that assault it. I must retire now and get them all classified. Beauty,\n pain, fear, hate, love, laughter. I don't know one from the other. I", "I became alarmed, dived into a bush and used a mechanism that you\n unfortunately do not have—invisibility. I lay there and listened.\n\n\n \"He was stark naked,\" the girl with the sneakers said.", "came most difficult to me. Money-love, for example. It is a great thing\n here, both among those who haven't got it and those who have.", "\"Don't you like the rooms?\" he persisted. \"Isn't the service good?\"\n\n\n \"It's the rooms,\" I told him. \"They're—they're—\"", "from Blgftury which, on careful analysis, seems to be small praise\n indeed. In fact, some of his phrases apparently contain veiled threats.\n But you know old Blgftury. He wanted to go on this expedition himself", "of facts from indirect sources. Soon our tortured people will be free\n of the fearsome not-folk and I will be their liberator. You failed in\n your task, but I will try to get you off with light punishment when we", "He stood paralyzed as I ran from the lobby. Oh, well, never say die.\n Another day, another hotel. I swear I'm even beginning to think like", "low-pitched, guttural and penetrating even to myself. It must have\n jarred on my not-father's ears, for he turned and ran shouting from the\n room.", "You say you eat little and drink as much as you can. The same with\n me. Even in this revolting world I am a sad sight. My not-world senses", "My first five tries were unfortunate. Each time I took control of an\n individual who could not read or write! Finally I found my man, but", "I see I must avoid those complexities of procedure for which there are\n no terms in this language. There is no way of describing to you in\n not-language what I had to go through during the first moments of my", "All is lost unless we work swiftly. I received your revealing letter\n the morning after having a terrible experience of my own. I drank a\n lot of gin for two days and then decided to go to one of these seance\n things.", "Worst of all, he saw me. Looked right at me with an unbelievable\n pattern of pain, anger, fear and amazement in his matrix. Me and the\n redhead.", "A great deal has happened to me since I wrote to you last.\n Systematically, I have tested each emotion and sensation listed in" ], [ "In only a single gleeb it will begin to work. The men of this queer\n world will be no more. But we can't say we didn't have some fun, can\n we, Joe?", "Farewell till later.\nGlmpauszn\nWichita, Kansas\n\n June 13\n\n\n Dear Joe:", "Glmpauszn\nMoscow, Idaho", "Greetings, greetings, greetings. Hold firm in your wretched projection,\n for tomorrow you will not be alone in the not-world. In two days I,\n Glmpauszn, will be born.", "Now get this. In one room, that of Joe Binkle, which maybe is an alias,\n I find nothing but a suit of clothes, some butts and the letters I", "important part of my journey—completion of the weapon against the\n not-worlders—I would come to New York immediately. You would rue that\n day, I assure you.\nGlmpauszn", "I, Glmpauszn, come equipped with powers evolved from your fragmentary\n reports before you ceased to vibrate to us and with a vast treasury", "of this not-world. Through many long gleebs, our people have lived\n a semi-terrorized existence while errant vibrations from this world\n ripped across the closely joined vibration flux, whose individual", "I became alarmed, dived into a bush and used a mechanism that you\n unfortunately do not have—invisibility. I lay there and listened.\n\n\n \"He was stark naked,\" the girl with the sneakers said.", "(Gezsltrysk!) then burst into tears. The doctors conferred, threw up\n their hands and left.", "Boy, what an easy job this turned out to be. It's just a vacation. Joe,\n you old gold-bricker, imagine you here all these gleebs living off the", "and tries to induce her to do something biological. She then refuses.\n This pleases both of them, for he wanted her to refuse. She, in turn,", "You see, Joe, as I attuned myself to the various impressions that\n constantly assaulted my mind through this body, I conditioned myself to\n react exactly as our information catalog instructed me to.", "Even our eminent, all-high Frequency himself has often been jeopardized\n by these people. The not-world and our world are like two baskets", "July 25\n\n\n Dear Joe:", "July 20\n\n\n Dear Joe:", "world. You and I together, Joe, conquerors, liberators.", "June 17\n\n\n Dear Joe:", "September 25\n\n\n Dear Joe:", "Soon an individual approached. I knew what to do from my information. I\n simply acted natural. You know, one of your earliest instructions was\n to realize that these people see nothing unusual in you if you do not\n let yourself believe they do." ], [ "I, Glmpauszn, come equipped with powers evolved from your fragmentary\n reports before you ceased to vibrate to us and with a vast treasury", "Greetings, greetings, greetings. Hold firm in your wretched projection,\n for tomorrow you will not be alone in the not-world. In two days I,\n Glmpauszn, will be born.", "important part of my journey—completion of the weapon against the\n not-worlders—I would come to New York immediately. You would rue that\n day, I assure you.\nGlmpauszn", "A Gleeb for Earth\nBy CHARLES SHAFHAUSER\n\n\n Illustrated by EMSH\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "of this not-world. Through many long gleebs, our people have lived\n a semi-terrorized existence while errant vibrations from this world\n ripped across the closely joined vibration flux, whose individual", "Glmpauszn\nMoscow, Idaho", "Soon an individual approached. I knew what to do from my information. I\n simply acted natural. You know, one of your earliest instructions was\n to realize that these people see nothing unusual in you if you do not\n let yourself believe they do.", "(Gezsltrysk!) then burst into tears. The doctors conferred, threw up\n their hands and left.", "I became alarmed, dived into a bush and used a mechanism that you\n unfortunately do not have—invisibility. I lay there and listened.\n\n\n \"He was stark naked,\" the girl with the sneakers said.", "In only a single gleeb it will begin to work. The men of this queer\n world will be no more. But we can't say we didn't have some fun, can\n we, Joe?", "Farewell till later.\nGlmpauszn\nWichita, Kansas\n\n June 13\n\n\n Dear Joe:", "I have tremendous powers. But the not-people must never know I am among\n them. This is the only way I could arrive in the room where the gateway", "They even send what they call psychic reproductions of their own selves\n into ours. And most infamous of all, they sometimes are able to force\n some of our individuals over the fringe into their world temporarily,\n causing them much agony and fright.", "This brought the rest of them on the run, so I climbed out the window\n and retreated across a nearby field. A prolonged search was launched,\n but I eluded them. What unpredictable beings!", "concentrated and sweated and suddenly something began to take form in\n the room. The best way to describe it in not-world language is a white,\n shapeless cascade of light.", "which you unfortunately caused me to use. So, for the ultimate\n cause—in this, the penultimate adventure, and for the glory and peace", "Quickly, from the not-world vibrations about you, I learned the\n not-knowledge of your location. So I must communicate with you by what", "from Blgftury which, on careful analysis, seems to be small praise\n indeed. In fact, some of his phrases apparently contain veiled threats.\n But you know old Blgftury. He wanted to go on this expedition himself", "As they arrived hourly, they found me heavier and heavier. Naturally,\n since I am growing. This is part of my instructions. My not-mother", "I must leave off now because the not-child is about to be born. When it\n is alone in the room, it will be spirited away and I will spring from" ], [ "Farewell till later.\nGlmpauszn\nWichita, Kansas\n\n June 13\n\n\n Dear Joe:", "Quickly, from the not-world vibrations about you, I learned the\n not-knowledge of your location. So I must communicate with you by what", "You see, Joe, as I attuned myself to the various impressions that\n constantly assaulted my mind through this body, I conditioned myself to\n react exactly as our information catalog instructed me to.", "In only a single gleeb it will begin to work. The men of this queer\n world will be no more. But we can't say we didn't have some fun, can\n we, Joe?", "vibrations for what these people call the psychic individual. Then I\n establish contact with him while he sleeps and compel him without his\n knowledge to translate my ideas into written language. He writes my", "Greetings, greetings, greetings. Hold firm in your wretched projection,\n for tomorrow you will not be alone in the not-world. In two days I,\n Glmpauszn, will be born.", "I, Glmpauszn, come equipped with powers evolved from your fragmentary\n reports before you ceased to vibrate to us and with a vast treasury", "important part of my journey—completion of the weapon against the\n not-worlders—I would come to New York immediately. You would rue that\n day, I assure you.\nGlmpauszn", "Now get this. In one room, that of Joe Binkle, which maybe is an alias,\n I find nothing but a suit of clothes, some butts and the letters I", "letter and mails it to you. Of course, he has no awareness of what he\n has done.", "Anyway, Mrs. Somebody wanted to make contact with her paternal\n grandmother, Lucy, from the beyond. The medium went into his act. He", "the not-world calls \"mail\" till we meet. For this purpose I must\n utilize the feeble vibrations of various not-people through whose\n inadequate articulation I will attempt to make my moves known to you.", "Ivan Smernda\nBombay, India\n\n June 8\n\n\n Mr. Joe Binkle\n\n Plaza Ritz Arms\n\n New York City", "Soon an individual approached. I knew what to do from my information. I\n simply acted natural. You know, one of your earliest instructions was\n to realize that these people see nothing unusual in you if you do not\n let yourself believe they do.", "This telepathic control becomes more difficult every time. I must pick\n closer points of communication soon. I have nothing to report but", "of this not-world. Through many long gleebs, our people have lived\n a semi-terrorized existence while errant vibrations from this world\n ripped across the closely joined vibration flux, whose individual", "I received your first communication today. It baffles me. Do you greet\n me in the proper fringe-zone manner? No. Do you express joy, hope,", "The medium had turned out all the lights. He said there was a strong\n psychic influence in the room somewhere. That was me, of course, but I\n was too busy with the redhead to notice.", "I became alarmed, dived into a bush and used a mechanism that you\n unfortunately do not have—invisibility. I lay there and listened.\n\n\n \"He was stark naked,\" the girl with the sneakers said.", "I fear his words are limited. Ah, well. I had great things to tell\n you about my progress, but I cannot convey even a hint of how I have\n accomplished these miracles through the thick skull of this incompetent." ], [ "I fear his words are limited. Ah, well. I had great things to tell\n you about my progress, but I cannot convey even a hint of how I have\n accomplished these miracles through the thick skull of this incompetent.", "I see I must avoid those complexities of procedure for which there are\n no terms in this language. There is no way of describing to you in\n not-language what I had to go through during the first moments of my", "Quickly, from the not-world vibrations about you, I learned the\n not-knowledge of your location. So I must communicate with you by what", "You see, Joe, as I attuned myself to the various impressions that\n constantly assaulted my mind through this body, I conditioned myself to\n react exactly as our information catalog instructed me to.", "In only a single gleeb it will begin to work. The men of this queer\n world will be no more. But we can't say we didn't have some fun, can\n we, Joe?", "Farewell till later.\nGlmpauszn\nWichita, Kansas\n\n June 13\n\n\n Dear Joe:", "Greetings, greetings, greetings. Hold firm in your wretched projection,\n for tomorrow you will not be alone in the not-world. In two days I,\n Glmpauszn, will be born.", "concentrated and sweated and suddenly something began to take form in\n the room. The best way to describe it in not-world language is a white,\n shapeless cascade of light.", "Mnghjkl, fhfjgfhjklop phelnoprausynks. No. When I communicate with you,", "This telepathic control becomes more difficult every time. I must pick\n closer points of communication soon. I have nothing to report but", "I became alarmed, dived into a bush and used a mechanism that you\n unfortunately do not have—invisibility. I lay there and listened.\n\n\n \"He was stark naked,\" the girl with the sneakers said.", "Soon an individual approached. I knew what to do from my information. I\n simply acted natural. You know, one of your earliest instructions was\n to realize that these people see nothing unusual in you if you do not\n let yourself believe they do.", "vibrations for what these people call the psychic individual. Then I\n establish contact with him while he sleeps and compel him without his\n knowledge to translate my ideas into written language. He writes my", "(Gezsltrysk!) then burst into tears. The doctors conferred, threw up\n their hands and left.", "I received your first communication today. It baffles me. Do you greet\n me in the proper fringe-zone manner? No. Do you express joy, hope,", "the not-world calls \"mail\" till we meet. For this purpose I must\n utilize the feeble vibrations of various not-people through whose\n inadequate articulation I will attempt to make my moves known to you.", "of this not-world. Through many long gleebs, our people have lived\n a semi-terrorized existence while errant vibrations from this world\n ripped across the closely joined vibration flux, whose individual", "\"But why, sir?\" he asked plaintively.\n\n\n I was baffled. What could I tell him?", "important part of my journey—completion of the weapon against the\n not-worlders—I would come to New York immediately. You would rue that\n day, I assure you.\nGlmpauszn", "As soon as my stasis was achieved, I tried to contact you, but got\n no response. What could have diminished your powers of articulate" ], [ "Soon an individual approached. I knew what to do from my information. I\n simply acted natural. You know, one of your earliest instructions was\n to realize that these people see nothing unusual in you if you do not\n let yourself believe they do.", "I, Glmpauszn, come equipped with powers evolved from your fragmentary\n reports before you ceased to vibrate to us and with a vast treasury", "of this not-world. Through many long gleebs, our people have lived\n a semi-terrorized existence while errant vibrations from this world\n ripped across the closely joined vibration flux, whose individual", "Greetings, greetings, greetings. Hold firm in your wretched projection,\n for tomorrow you will not be alone in the not-world. In two days I,\n Glmpauszn, will be born.", "important part of my journey—completion of the weapon against the\n not-worlders—I would come to New York immediately. You would rue that\n day, I assure you.\nGlmpauszn", "Glmpauszn\nMoscow, Idaho", "A Gleeb for Earth\nBy CHARLES SHAFHAUSER\n\n\n Illustrated by EMSH\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "You see, Joe, as I attuned myself to the various impressions that\n constantly assaulted my mind through this body, I conditioned myself to\n react exactly as our information catalog instructed me to.", "I became alarmed, dived into a bush and used a mechanism that you\n unfortunately do not have—invisibility. I lay there and listened.\n\n\n \"He was stark naked,\" the girl with the sneakers said.", "(Gezsltrysk!) then burst into tears. The doctors conferred, threw up\n their hands and left.", "I didn't lose any time overwhelming her susceptibilities. I remember\n distinctly that just as I stooped to pick up a large roll of money I", "In only a single gleeb it will begin to work. The men of this queer\n world will be no more. But we can't say we didn't have some fun, can\n we, Joe?", "When I heard them say that he was straightening up to come see me, I\n made a special effort and grew marvelously in one afternoon. I was 36", "came most difficult to me. Money-love, for example. It is a great thing\n here, both among those who haven't got it and those who have.", "concentrated and sweated and suddenly something began to take form in\n the room. The best way to describe it in not-world language is a white,\n shapeless cascade of light.", "had dropped, her eyes met mine and in them I could see her admiration.\n We went to my suite and I showed her one of the money rooms. Would you\n believe it? She actually took off her shoes and ran around through the", "Boy, what an easy job this turned out to be. It's just a vacation. Joe,\n you old gold-bricker, imagine you here all these gleebs living off the", "Quickly, from the not-world vibrations about you, I learned the\n not-knowledge of your location. So I must communicate with you by what", "I gazed about me at the mixture of lights, forms and impressions.\n It was strange and ... now I know ... beautiful. However, I hurried\n immediately toward the nearest chemist. At the same time I looked up\n and all about me at the beauty.", "There are long hours during which I am so well-integrated into this\n body and this world that I almost consider myself a member of it. Now" ], [ "In only a single gleeb it will begin to work. The men of this queer\n world will be no more. But we can't say we didn't have some fun, can\n we, Joe?", "Farewell till later.\nGlmpauszn\nWichita, Kansas\n\n June 13\n\n\n Dear Joe:", "important part of my journey—completion of the weapon against the\n not-worlders—I would come to New York immediately. You would rue that\n day, I assure you.\nGlmpauszn", "Greetings, greetings, greetings. Hold firm in your wretched projection,\n for tomorrow you will not be alone in the not-world. In two days I,\n Glmpauszn, will be born.", "This brought the rest of them on the run, so I climbed out the window\n and retreated across a nearby field. A prolonged search was launched,\n but I eluded them. What unpredictable beings!", "(Gezsltrysk!) then burst into tears. The doctors conferred, threw up\n their hands and left.", "Boy, what an easy job this turned out to be. It's just a vacation. Joe,\n you old gold-bricker, imagine you here all these gleebs living off the", "I, Glmpauszn, come equipped with powers evolved from your fragmentary\n reports before you ceased to vibrate to us and with a vast treasury", "I became alarmed, dived into a bush and used a mechanism that you\n unfortunately do not have—invisibility. I lay there and listened.\n\n\n \"He was stark naked,\" the girl with the sneakers said.", "that inevitably would result in an explosion. I had to leave there\n immediately, but I could not create suspicion. The management was not\n aware of the nature of my activities.", "You see, Joe, as I attuned myself to the various impressions that\n constantly assaulted my mind through this body, I conditioned myself to\n react exactly as our information catalog instructed me to.", "Glmpauszn\nMoscow, Idaho", "which you unfortunately caused me to use. So, for the ultimate\n cause—in this, the penultimate adventure, and for the glory and peace", "Now get this. In one room, that of Joe Binkle, which maybe is an alias,\n I find nothing but a suit of clothes, some butts and the letters I", "of this not-world. Through many long gleebs, our people have lived\n a semi-terrorized existence while errant vibrations from this world\n ripped across the closely joined vibration flux, whose individual", "take him a gleeb to figure this one out. I'll tell him I'm setting up\n an atomic reactor in the sewage systems here and that all we have to do", "Soon an individual approached. I knew what to do from my information. I\n simply acted natural. You know, one of your earliest instructions was\n to realize that these people see nothing unusual in you if you do not\n let yourself believe they do.", "Ivan Smernda\nBombay, India\n\n June 8\n\n\n Mr. Joe Binkle\n\n Plaza Ritz Arms\n\n New York City", "world. You and I together, Joe, conquerors, liberators.", "I reported my tremendous progress back to our world, including the\n cleverness by which I managed to escape my pursuers. I received a reply" ], [ "Glmpauszn\nMoscow, Idaho", "Greetings, greetings, greetings. Hold firm in your wretched projection,\n for tomorrow you will not be alone in the not-world. In two days I,\n Glmpauszn, will be born.", "When I heard them say that he was straightening up to come see me, I\n made a special effort and grew marvelously in one afternoon. I was 36", "important part of my journey—completion of the weapon against the\n not-worlders—I would come to New York immediately. You would rue that\n day, I assure you.\nGlmpauszn", "In only a single gleeb it will begin to work. The men of this queer\n world will be no more. But we can't say we didn't have some fun, can\n we, Joe?", "Farewell till later.\nGlmpauszn\nWichita, Kansas\n\n June 13\n\n\n Dear Joe:", "(Gezsltrysk!) then burst into tears. The doctors conferred, threw up\n their hands and left.", "I became alarmed, dived into a bush and used a mechanism that you\n unfortunately do not have—invisibility. I lay there and listened.\n\n\n \"He was stark naked,\" the girl with the sneakers said.", "I, Glmpauszn, come equipped with powers evolved from your fragmentary\n reports before you ceased to vibrate to us and with a vast treasury", "and tries to induce her to do something biological. She then refuses.\n This pleases both of them, for he wanted her to refuse. She, in turn,", "I must leave off now because the not-child is about to be born. When it\n is alone in the room, it will be spirited away and I will spring from", "had dropped, her eyes met mine and in them I could see her admiration.\n We went to my suite and I showed her one of the money rooms. Would you\n believe it? She actually took off her shoes and ran around through the", "Soon an individual approached. I knew what to do from my information. I\n simply acted natural. You know, one of your earliest instructions was\n to realize that these people see nothing unusual in you if you do not\n let yourself believe they do.", "of this not-world. Through many long gleebs, our people have lived\n a semi-terrorized existence while errant vibrations from this world\n ripped across the closely joined vibration flux, whose individual", "which you unfortunately caused me to use. So, for the ultimate\n cause—in this, the penultimate adventure, and for the glory and peace", "the doorway and instead of being pleased at the progress of my growth,\n she fell down heavily. She made a distinct\nthump\non the floor.", "The woman gesticulated and continued to scream. People hurried from\n nearby houses. I linked my hands behind me and watched the scene with\n an attitude of mild interest. They weren't interested in me, I told\n myself. But they were.", "I became so abstracted by this problem that the blonde girl fell\n asleep. I thoughtfully drank quantities of excellent alcohol called gin\n and didn't even notice when the blonde girl left.", "lies without arousing suspicion. I will grow up as the not-child in\n order that I might destroy the not-people completely.", "to this world. It will stint my powers? Nonsense! Already I have had a\n quart of the liquid today. I feel wonderful. Get that? I actually feel" ], [ "Greetings, greetings, greetings. Hold firm in your wretched projection,\n for tomorrow you will not be alone in the not-world. In two days I,\n Glmpauszn, will be born.", "In only a single gleeb it will begin to work. The men of this queer\n world will be no more. But we can't say we didn't have some fun, can\n we, Joe?", "important part of my journey—completion of the weapon against the\n not-worlders—I would come to New York immediately. You would rue that\n day, I assure you.\nGlmpauszn", "Farewell till later.\nGlmpauszn\nWichita, Kansas\n\n June 13\n\n\n Dear Joe:", "of this not-world. Through many long gleebs, our people have lived\n a semi-terrorized existence while errant vibrations from this world\n ripped across the closely joined vibration flux, whose individual", "to this world. It will stint my powers? Nonsense! Already I have had a\n quart of the liquid today. I feel wonderful. Get that? I actually feel", "I must leave off now because the not-child is about to be born. When it\n is alone in the room, it will be spirited away and I will spring from", "(Gezsltrysk!) then burst into tears. The doctors conferred, threw up\n their hands and left.", "I, Glmpauszn, come equipped with powers evolved from your fragmentary\n reports before you ceased to vibrate to us and with a vast treasury", "inevitable climax in which I singlehanded will obliterate the terror of\n the not-world and return to our world a hero. I cannot understand your\n not replying to my letters. I have given you a box number. What could", "which you unfortunately caused me to use. So, for the ultimate\n cause—in this, the penultimate adventure, and for the glory and peace", "are joined by a thin fringe of filaments. Our world, on the vibrational\n plane, extends just a bit into this, the not-world. But being a world", "Glmpauszn\nMoscow, Idaho", "You say you eat little and drink as much as you can. The same with\n me. Even in this revolting world I am a sad sight. My not-world senses", "I must find the formula that will wipe out the not-world men quickly.\n\n\n Quickly!\nGlmpauszn\nFlorence, Italy\n\n September 10", "concentrated and sweated and suddenly something began to take form in\n the room. The best way to describe it in not-world language is a white,\n shapeless cascade of light.", "There are long hours during which I am so well-integrated into this\n body and this world that I almost consider myself a member of it. Now", "A reminder, please. You and I—I in particular—are now engaged in\n a struggle to free our world from the terrible, maiming intrusions", "Quickly, from the not-world vibrations about you, I learned the\n not-knowledge of your location. So I must communicate with you by what", "What will Blgftury and the others say of this? My great mission is\n impaired. Farewell, till I find a more intelligent mind so I can write\n you with more enlightenment." ], [ "The woman gesticulated and continued to scream. People hurried from\n nearby houses. I linked my hands behind me and watched the scene with\n an attitude of mild interest. They weren't interested in me, I told\n myself. But they were.", "and tries to induce her to do something biological. She then refuses.\n This pleases both of them, for he wanted her to refuse. She, in turn,", "I must leave off now because the not-child is about to be born. When it\n is alone in the room, it will be spirited away and I will spring from", "All is lost unless we work swiftly. I received your revealing letter\n the morning after having a terrible experience of my own. I drank a\n lot of gin for two days and then decided to go to one of these seance\n things.", "inevitable climax in which I singlehanded will obliterate the terror of\n the not-world and return to our world a hero. I cannot understand your\n not replying to my letters. I have given you a box number. What could", "I became alarmed, dived into a bush and used a mechanism that you\n unfortunately do not have—invisibility. I lay there and listened.\n\n\n \"He was stark naked,\" the girl with the sneakers said.", "A reminder, please. You and I—I in particular—are now engaged in\n a struggle to free our world from the terrible, maiming intrusions", "of facts from indirect sources. Soon our tortured people will be free\n of the fearsome not-folk and I will be their liberator. You failed in\n your task, but I will try to get you off with light punishment when we", "Then comes your letter today telling of the fate that befell you as a\n result of drinking alcohol. Our wrenchingly attuned faculties in these", "Soon an individual approached. I knew what to do from my information. I\n simply acted natural. You know, one of your earliest instructions was\n to realize that these people see nothing unusual in you if you do not\n let yourself believe they do.", "When I heard them say that he was straightening up to come see me, I\n made a special effort and grew marvelously in one afternoon. I was 36", "In only a single gleeb it will begin to work. The men of this queer\n world will be no more. But we can't say we didn't have some fun, can\n we, Joe?", "I went out and got plenty of money. I walked invisible into a bank and\n carried away piles of it. Then I sat and looked at it. I took the money", "As they arrived hourly, they found me heavier and heavier. Naturally,\n since I am growing. This is part of my instructions. My not-mother", "This brought the rest of them on the run, so I climbed out the window\n and retreated across a nearby field. A prolonged search was launched,\n but I eluded them. What unpredictable beings!", "came most difficult to me. Money-love, for example. It is a great thing\n here, both among those who haven't got it and those who have.", "What a spot to be in! Now it might have been a gag. Sometimes these\n guys get funny ideas when they are on the stuff. But then I read", "I became so abstracted by this problem that the blonde girl fell\n asleep. I thoughtfully drank quantities of excellent alcohol called gin\n and didn't even notice when the blonde girl left.", "The hand that writes this letter is that of a boy in the not-city of\n Bombay in the not-country of India. He does not know he writes it.", "\"But why, sir?\" he asked plaintively.\n\n\n I was baffled. What could I tell him?" ] ]

[ "What isn't something that the aliens control?", "What can the captives do?", "Why are there three women and one man in the home?", "How is Rog treated differently than the others?", "Why did Opal let Rog go back to Earth?", "What didn't Roger learn when he returned to Earth?", "Why had Roger been trained by Opal?", "What will probably happen next?" ]

[ [ "how the captives feel about being there", "what the captives eat", "the captives' desires", "where the captives live" ], [ "control their ability to have children", "escape back to their homes when they desire", "fight the alien commands", "create things they think about" ], [ "the other captives had killed themselves before this ", "they wanted extra women to make more babies", "it's the correct number they want for their social experiment", "they were the only people the aliens had been able to bring back alive" ], [ "he's the only one that can get what he thinks about", "he's the only one that trains with Opal", "they all dislike him because he's responsible for their situation", "he's the one that makes all of the decisions in the house" ], [ "so he would fall out of love with his wife", "so he could try to escape and fail", "because the aliens weren't good at capturing other men", "as a reward for his hard work" ], [ "that the aliens couldn't capture other men", "that he had been in a car accident", "that his wife had found someone new", "that he could stay if he used his new powers" ], [ "because Opal wanted to further his experiment", "because Opal needed help building a new gateway", "because Opal was looking for someone to take his place", "because Opal was unable to bring other men back" ], [ "Roger will find a way to escape", "Roger will probably take Cass back with him", "Roger will go back empty handed", "Roger will bring his wife back with him" ] ]

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[ [ "\"Thanks, Eudalia,\" said Tennant. \"I think I can defend myself. But\n she's right, Dana. We're as helpless as—laboratory animals. They have\n the means to make us do whatever they want.\"", "don't come back. They kill those of us who put up a fight. Those who\n don't—or can't—they bring back with them. Live or dead, we're just\n laboratory specimens.\"", "\"Hold on,\" he said. \"They pass through their gateway to Earth at\n considerable danger and, probably, expense of some kind. Some of them", "and Opal would have shown no reaction. Yet\n Tennant suspected that the captors could hear somewhere along the\n auditory scale, just as perhaps they could smell, although not in any\n human sense.", "They could be hurt, even killed by humans in a three-dimensional world.\n How? Tennant did not know. Perhaps as a man can cut finger or even", "You will approach without use of your appendages.\nThe command was as clear as if it had been spoken aloud. Tennant took a\n deep breath. He thought of the space beside Opal. It took about three", "He was not free of them. He understood all too well what they wanted\n him to do; he was to play the Judas goat ... or rather the Judas ram,\n leading another victim to the fourth-dimensional pen.", "He shook his head. \"No, Dana, you're not changing. You're adapting. We\n all are. We seem to be in a universe of different properties as well as", "\"I'm not sure,\" he said thoughtfully. \"I think it's hard for them. They\n have a hell of a time bringing anyone through alive, and lately they\n haven't brought anyone through—not alive.\"", "Tennant knew now why he was the only male human the captors had been\n able to take alive. Apparently, thanks to the rain-slick road, he had", "\"They never cry,\" the thin woman told him. \"But they grow—God, how\n they grow!\"", "\"I'll try not to,\" he said and stopped, realizing the family party was\n over. He had felt the inner tug of command, said good-by to the women\n and returned to his smaller compound within its own barrier dome.", "to strike. Nothing happened and he warily relaxed. Opal wasn't tapping\n his thoughts. Because he felt sure of his captive ... or because he\n couldn't on Earth?", "throat on the edge of a near-two-dimensional piece of paper. It took\n valor for them to hunt men in the world of men. In that fact lay a key\n to their character—if such utterly alien creatures could be said to", "The thought message from Opal crumbled his illusion of freedom. He sank\n down in a chair, trying to refuse to listen to the rest of the command:\nYou are to bring the man through the gateway with you. We want another", "Surprisingly there had been a definite fear reaction. As nearly as he\n could understand, it had been like asking an African pygmy, armed with", "\"Maybe,\" Eudalia conceded doubtfully. Then her eyes blazed. \"But the\n things they do—stuffing people, mounting their heads, keeping them on", "the ceiling. He—if it was a he—was not large, although this,\n Tennant knew, meant nothing; Opal might extend thousands of yards in", "within Dana, just as he could feel the stirring toward her within\n himself—desire that both of them loathed because it was implanted\n within them by their captors.", "repetition before his workout was done. On Earth, dogs were said to be\n intellectually two-dimensional creatures. He wondered if they felt this\n helpless futility when their masters taught them to heel, to point, to" ], [ "and Opal would have shown no reaction. Yet\n Tennant suspected that the captors could hear somewhere along the\n auditory scale, just as perhaps they could smell, although not in any\n human sense.", "captors had seen to that; it wasn't Eudalia's turn. Tennant said, \"I\n wish I could do something about this. I hate seeing Dana so bitter and", "the three female captives, barely nineteen. But with the eyes of the\n other two, especially Dana, upon him, he could not.", "Tennant knew now why he was the only male human the captors had been\n able to take alive. Apparently, thanks to the rain-slick road, he had", "as trophies. With women it was different—perhaps the captors' weapons,\n whatever they were, worked more efficiently on females. A difference in\n body chemistry or psychology, perhaps.", "foods, with their cigarettes, with everything in their prison—or their\n cage. Their captors were utterly without a human conception of smell,\n living, apparently, in a world without odor at all.", "\"Thanks, Eudalia,\" said Tennant. \"I think I can defend myself. But\n she's right, Dana. We're as helpless as—laboratory animals. They have\n the means to make us do whatever they want.\"", "\"Maybe,\" Eudalia conceded doubtfully. Then her eyes blazed. \"But the\n things they do—stuffing people, mounting their heads, keeping them on", "comfortable. However, the near-Buchanan tartan did not crease or even\n wrinkle when he moved. Their captors had no idea of how a woven design\n should behave.", "As in all of this strange universe, excepting the dome-cages in\n which the captives were held, the training hall followed no rules of", "But there was no pleasure in it, only a confirmation of his captor's\n power over him.", "probing investigation. Opal, like the rest of the captors, was as\n curious as a cat—or a human being.\nTennant sat against a wall, drenched with sweat. There would be endless", "within Dana, just as he could feel the stirring toward her within\n himself—desire that both of them loathed because it was implanted\n within them by their captors.", "Otherwise, apparently, men were next to impossible for them to capture.\n All they could do was kill them and bring back their heads and hides", "They could be hurt, even killed by humans in a three-dimensional world.\n How? Tennant did not know. Perhaps as a man can cut finger or even", "Not, of course, anything that would endanger his remaining with Agatha;\n the only way his captors would get him back would be as a taxidermist's\n specimen.", "The captor Tennant called\nOpal\ncame in through a far corner of", "found that he suddenly didn't care. She couldn't say it was loneliness.\n Women have waited longer than eighteen months. He would have if his\n captors had let him.", "He realized, shocked and scared, that his thoughts of escape had\n slipped past his mental censor, and he waited apprehensively for Opal", "He was not free of them. He understood all too well what they wanted\n him to do; he was to play the Judas goat ... or rather the Judas ram,\n leading another victim to the fourth-dimensional pen." ], [ "He took another deep, lung-filling drag on his cigarette, looked around\n the room that was so important a part of his life. The three women back", "The other two women were sitting in the heptagonal central hall.\n Eudalia, who had borne twin girls recently, was lying back, newly thin", "\"There's no need for fright,\" he told her. \"I believe I still own this\n house.\" Then, \"When do you expect Mrs. Tennant?\"", "Olga sat up straight, her pale blue eyes round with utter disbelief.\n She looked at the radio, at Tennant, at the other two women, then back", "real ... his love for her, the food he ate, the things he touched, his\n house, his life....\nYour wife and a man are approaching the house.", "old. But she recognized him and stood aside to let him enter. There\n must, he thought, still be pictures of him around. He wondered how\n Agatha could afford a servant.", "\"I'll try not to,\" he said and stopped, realizing the family party was\n over. He had felt the inner tug of command, said good-by to the women\n and returned to his smaller compound within its own barrier dome.", "it was, with all of them going through their paces like a trio of\n tent-show actors. He said, \"For God's sake, sit down.\"", "\"They never cry,\" the thin woman told him. \"But they grow—God, how\n they grow!\"", "Still looking frightened, she departed for the rear of the house.\n Tennant stared after her puzzledly until the kitchen door swung shut\n behind her. The club? What club?", "\"Good,\" he said. \"Glad to hear it.\" He felt oddly embarrassed. He\n turned to Olga, broad, blonde and curiously vital, who sat perfectly", "It arrived before the meal, materializing against one of the seven\n walls of the roofless chamber. It was a large cabinet on slender", "to see his wife again ... and maybe he could trick his way into not\n returning.\nThe maid who opened the door for him was new, although her eyes were", "He was standing no more than four inches from this woman he had desired\n desperately for six years, and he no longer wanted her. He was acutely", "directly to the long silver cigarette box on the coffee table. It was\n proof of homecoming to fill his lungs with smoke he could\nsmell\n. He", ". He\n took another drag, saw the maid still in the doorway, staring.", "She shook her head and fright made twin stoplights of the rouge on her\n cheeks as she shut the door behind him. He went into the living room,", "the three female captives, barely nineteen. But with the eyes of the\n other two, especially Dana, upon him, he could not.", "Dana stood almost in the center of the room, carmine-tipped fingers\n clasped beneath the swell of her breasts. She might have been listening", "\"Okay, I guess,\" she said. \"The way they manage it, there's nothing\n to it.\" She had a flat, potentially raucous voice. Eudalia had been" ], [ "Eudalia laid down her fork with a clatter and regarded Dana\n disapprovingly. \"Why take it out on Rog?\" she asked bluntly. \"He didn't", "Agatha looked at him over the rim of hers. \"Tell us, Rog. We have a\n right to know. I do, anyway.\"", "\"Rog,\" she said and her voice trembled, \"what are we going to do? What\n do you\nwant\nto do?\"", "\"Rog,\" said Dana, looking suddenly scared, \"I'm sorry I snapped at you.\n I know it's not your fault. I'm—\nchanging\n.\"", "\"Where in hell\nhave\nyou been, Rog?\" Gordon's tone was almost", "\"Roger,\" repeated Tennant viciously. He felt sick with disgust. Maybe\n he should have expected a triangle, but somehow he hadn't. And here", "display in their—their whatever they live in. You call that human,\n Rog?\"", "Some days later, the training routine was broken. He felt a sudden stir\n of near-sick excitement as he received the thought:", "Tennant knew now why he was the only male human the captors had been\n able to take alive. Apparently, thanks to the rain-slick road, he had", "As in all of this strange universe, excepting the dome-cages in\n which the captives were held, the training hall followed no rules of", "\"I'm not sure,\" he said thoughtfully. \"I think it's hard for them. They\n have a hell of a time bringing anyone through alive, and lately they\n haven't brought anyone through—not alive.\"", "\"Maybe,\" Eudalia conceded doubtfully. Then her eyes blazed. \"But the\n things they do—stuffing people, mounting their heads, keeping them on", "\"You're not doing so badly,\" Dana replied acidly.\n\n\n \"Lay off—he can't help it,\" said Eudalia unexpectedly. \"He doesn't\n like it any better than we do.\"", "\"You know, Cass,\" Tennant said quietly, \"I never for a moment dreamed\n it would be you.\"\n\n\n \"\nRoger!\n\" Agatha found her voice. \"You're\nalive\n!\"", "He was not free of them. He understood all too well what they wanted\n him to do; he was to play the Judas goat ... or rather the Judas ram,\n leading another victim to the fourth-dimensional pen.", "and Opal would have shown no reaction. Yet\n Tennant suspected that the captors could hear somewhere along the\n auditory scale, just as perhaps they could smell, although not in any\n human sense.", "as trophies. With women it was different—perhaps the captors' weapons,\n whatever they were, worked more efficiently on females. A difference in\n body chemistry or psychology, perhaps.", "\"\nRog!\n\" she cried softly when the music stopped. \"A radio and WZZX! Is\n it—are they—real?\"", "Surprisingly there had been a definite fear reaction. As nearly as he\n could understand, it had been like asking an African pygmy, armed with", "some unseen direction. He had no regular shape and much of him was\n iridescent and shot with constantly changing colors. Hence the name\n Opal." ], [ "He asked Opal where and when they were going, was informed that\n he would soon emerge on Earth where he had left it. That told him", "The thought message from Opal crumbled his illusion of freedom. He sank\n down in a chair, trying to refuse to listen to the rest of the command:\nYou are to bring the man through the gateway with you. We want another", "He had little time to speculate before Opal seemed to envelop him.\n There was the blurring wrench of forced teleportation and they were in", "Opal had been too interested in the next lab specimen to bother about\n his thoughts—that was why he had been free to think of escape.", "to strike. Nothing happened and he warily relaxed. Opal wasn't tapping\n his thoughts. Because he felt sure of his captive ... or because he\n couldn't on Earth?", "some unseen direction. He had no regular shape and much of him was\n iridescent and shot with constantly changing colors. Hence the name\n Opal.", "could have controlled his heartbeat with one of his new powers, but\n that might have made Opal suspicious. He should be somewhat excited.\n He allowed himself to be, though he obscured the reasons. He was going", "More than once, during his long training with Opal, Tennant had sent\n questing thoughts toward his captor, asking why they didn't simply set\n up the gateway in some town or city and take as many humans as they\n wanted.", "He realized, shocked and scared, that his thoughts of escape had\n slipped past his mental censor, and he waited apprehensively for Opal", "and Opal would have shown no reaction. Yet\n Tennant suspected that the captors could hear somewhere along the\n auditory scale, just as perhaps they could smell, although not in any\n human sense.", "You will approach without use of your appendages.\nThe command was as clear as if it had been spoken aloud. Tennant took a\n deep breath. He thought of the space beside Opal. It took about three", "\"I'll try not to,\" he said and stopped, realizing the family party was\n over. He had felt the inner tug of command, said good-by to the women\n and returned to his smaller compound within its own barrier dome.", "The captor Tennant called\nOpal\ncame in through a far corner of", "Now you are ready. We are going through at last.\nOpal was nervous, so much so that he revealed more than he intended.\n Or perhaps that was his intent; Tennant could never be sure. They were", "few minutes. And stay, his mind began to add eagerly, but he pushed the\n thought down where Opal could not detect it.", "\"Hold on,\" he said. \"They pass through their gateway to Earth at\n considerable danger and, probably, expense of some kind. Some of them", "\"Rog,\" she said and her voice trembled, \"what are we going to do? What\n do you\nwant\nto do?\"", "Agatha looked at him over the rim of hers. \"Tell us, Rog. We have a\n right to know. I do, anyway.\"", "Eudalia laid down her fork with a clatter and regarded Dana\n disapprovingly. \"Why take it out on Rog?\" she asked bluntly. \"He didn't", "Dog does trick, he thought.\nHe went through the entire routine at Opal's bidding. When at last" ], [ "He asked Opal where and when they were going, was informed that\n he would soon emerge on Earth where he had left it. That told him", "\"Roger,\" repeated Tennant viciously. He felt sick with disgust. Maybe\n he should have expected a triangle, but somehow he hadn't. And here", "Waiting, Tennant tried not to think of his wife, of the fact that he\n hadn't seen her in—was it more than a year and a half on Earth? He", "\"I'm not sure,\" he said thoughtfully. \"I think it's hard for them. They\n have a hell of a time bringing anyone through alive, and lately they\n haven't brought anyone through—not alive.\"", "\"I'll try not to,\" he said and stopped, realizing the family party was\n over. He had felt the inner tug of command, said good-by to the women\n and returned to his smaller compound within its own barrier dome.", "repetition before his workout was done. On Earth, dogs were said to be\n intellectually two-dimensional creatures. He wondered if they felt this\n helpless futility when their masters taught them to heel, to point, to", "\"You know, Cass,\" Tennant said quietly, \"I never for a moment dreamed\n it would be you.\"\n\n\n \"\nRoger!\n\" Agatha found her voice. \"You're\nalive\n!\"", "You will approach without use of your appendages.\nThe command was as clear as if it had been spoken aloud. Tennant took a\n deep breath. He thought of the space beside Opal. It took about three", "scientific sense, because we don't seem to have moved in time. I wasn't\n sure of that, though, till we got the radio.\"", "\"Hold on,\" he said. \"They pass through their gateway to Earth at\n considerable danger and, probably, expense of some kind. Some of them", "The thought message from Opal crumbled his illusion of freedom. He sank\n down in a chair, trying to refuse to listen to the rest of the command:\nYou are to bring the man through the gateway with you. We want another", "don't come back. They kill those of us who put up a fight. Those who\n don't—or can't—they bring back with them. Live or dead, we're just\n laboratory specimens.\"", "to strike. Nothing happened and he warily relaxed. Opal wasn't tapping\n his thoughts. Because he felt sure of his captive ... or because he\n couldn't on Earth?", "So, Tennant thought, they hadn't used the gateway. Not since they had\n brought the four of them through, not since they had begun to train him\n for his Judas ram duties.", "Some days later, the training routine was broken. He felt a sudden stir\n of near-sick excitement as he received the thought:", "\"Don't flatter yourself,\" she replied angrily. She sat up, pushed\n back her hair, got to her feet a trifle awkwardly because of the\n tight-fitting tubular gown. \"If I could do anything about it....\"", "Tennant knew now why he was the only male human the captors had been\n able to take alive. Apparently, thanks to the rain-slick road, he had", "He shrugged, returned to the feeling of comfort that came from being\n back here, about to see Agatha again, hold her close in no more than a", "Agatha looked at him over the rim of hers. \"Tell us, Rog. We have a\n right to know. I do, anyway.\"", "and Opal would have shown no reaction. Yet\n Tennant suspected that the captors could hear somewhere along the\n auditory scale, just as perhaps they could smell, although not in any\n human sense." ], [ "some unseen direction. He had no regular shape and much of him was\n iridescent and shot with constantly changing colors. Hence the name\n Opal.", "He had little time to speculate before Opal seemed to envelop him.\n There was the blurring wrench of forced teleportation and they were in", "He realized, shocked and scared, that his thoughts of escape had\n slipped past his mental censor, and he waited apprehensively for Opal", "The captor Tennant called\nOpal\ncame in through a far corner of", "Now you are ready. We are going through at last.\nOpal was nervous, so much so that he revealed more than he intended.\n Or perhaps that was his intent; Tennant could never be sure. They were", "could have controlled his heartbeat with one of his new powers, but\n that might have made Opal suspicious. He should be somewhat excited.\n He allowed himself to be, though he obscured the reasons. He was going", "Dog does trick, he thought.\nHe went through the entire routine at Opal's bidding. When at last", "Opal had been too interested in the next lab specimen to bother about\n his thoughts—that was why he had been free to think of escape.", "He asked Opal where and when they were going, was informed that\n he would soon emerge on Earth where he had left it. That told him", "and Opal would have shown no reaction. Yet\n Tennant suspected that the captors could hear somewhere along the\n auditory scale, just as perhaps they could smell, although not in any\n human sense.", "The thought message from Opal crumbled his illusion of freedom. He sank\n down in a chair, trying to refuse to listen to the rest of the command:\nYou are to bring the man through the gateway with you. We want another", "Agatha looked at him over the rim of hers. \"Tell us, Rog. We have a\n right to know. I do, anyway.\"", "More than once, during his long training with Opal, Tennant had sent\n questing thoughts toward his captor, asking why they didn't simply set\n up the gateway in some town or city and take as many humans as they\n wanted.", "He stood before a kidney-shaped object over whose jagged surface\n colors played constantly. From Opal's thoughts it appeared to be some", "\"Roger,\" repeated Tennant viciously. He felt sick with disgust. Maybe\n he should have expected a triangle, but somehow he hadn't. And here", "Opal was annoyed that Tennant could make nothing of it. Then came the\n thought:\nWhat cover must your body have not to be conspicuous?", "the ceiling. He—if it was a he—was not large, although this,\n Tennant knew, meant nothing; Opal might extend thousands of yards in", "Some days later, the training routine was broken. He felt a sudden stir\n of near-sick excitement as he received the thought:", "probing investigation. Opal, like the rest of the captors, was as\n curious as a cat—or a human being.\nTennant sat against a wall, drenched with sweat. There would be endless", "He called it the training hall, not because it looked like a training\n hall but because that was its function. It didn't actually look like\n anything save some half-nourished dream a surrealist might have\n discarded as too nightmarish for belief." ], [ "He stood over her and looked down until she turned away her reddening\n face. He said, \"So it's going to be you again, Dana. You'll be the\n first to come back for a second run.\"", "Now you are ready. We are going through at last.\nOpal was nervous, so much so that he revealed more than he intended.\n Or perhaps that was his intent; Tennant could never be sure. They were", "\"I don't even want to think about him,\" said Tennant. \"Let's get\n on with it.\" He could sense the restless stirring of the woman", "\"There's no need for fright,\" he told her. \"I believe I still own this\n house.\" Then, \"When do you expect Mrs. Tennant?\"", "\"Good,\" he said. \"Glad to hear it.\" He felt oddly embarrassed. He\n turned to Olga, broad, blonde and curiously vital, who sat perfectly", "\"Maybe,\" Eudalia conceded doubtfully. Then her eyes blazed. \"But the\n things they do—stuffing people, mounting their heads, keeping them on", "\"You thought those up while we ate,\" he said. It annoyed him to be\n copied, though he did not know why. She laughed at him silently, tossed", "He lit a cigarette, inhaled. \"Relax. I'm not planning revenge. After\n this evening, I plan to vanish for good. Of course, Agatha, that", "\"Don't flatter yourself,\" she replied angrily. She sat up, pushed\n back her hair, got to her feet a trifle awkwardly because of the\n tight-fitting tubular gown. \"If I could do anything about it....\"", "I've had my little say. Now I'm off again. Cass, would you give me a\n lift? I have a conveyance of sorts a couple of miles down the road.\"", "\"Let's get the meal ordered,\" said Dana and they were all silent,\n thinking of what they wanted to eat but would not enjoy when it came.\n Tennant finished with his order, then got busy with his surprise.", "Agatha looked at him over the rim of hers. \"Tell us, Rog. We have a\n right to know. I do, anyway.\"", "\"Okay, I guess,\" she said. \"The way they manage it, there's nothing\n to it.\" She had a flat, potentially raucous voice. Eudalia had been", "Some days later, the training routine was broken. He felt a sudden stir\n of near-sick excitement as he received the thought:", "Agatha would complain, naturally, but his being back would make up for\n any amount of furniture shifting. He imagined her standing close to", "the breeders, the trophy collectors. In the other\"—he shrugged—\"we're\n the trophies.\"\nThere was a long silence. They finished eating and then Dana stood up", "probing investigation. Opal, like the rest of the captors, was as\n curious as a cat—or a human being.\nTennant sat against a wall, drenched with sweat. There would be endless", "\"Thanks, Eudalia,\" said Tennant. \"I think I can defend myself. But\n she's right, Dana. We're as helpless as—laboratory animals. They have\n the means to make us do whatever they want.\"", "He realized, shocked and scared, that his thoughts of escape had\n slipped past his mental censor, and he waited apprehensively for Opal", "\"Good,\" said Tennant, fighting down his anger. He kissed her, held\n her close, although neither of them felt desire at the moment. Their" ] ]

[ "What wouldn't the author say about Unmade Beds?", "What isn't something Unmade Beds showed its audience?", "How did the author feel about Unmade Beds?", "What does the author think would have improved The Slums of Beverly Hills?", "How are Unmade Beds and The Slums of Beverly Hills similar?", "How does the author feel about Don MacPherson?", "What is the author's purpose for writing this?", "What would the author likely say about himself?" ]

[ [ "it is a new genre of film", "the film is dishonest and scripted", "the characters aren't likable ", "this film will inspire many more like it to be created" ], [ "how desperate people are in Manhattan", "a person's size can sometimes affect their happiness", "people are all inherently judging others", "the reality of dating in New York" ], [ "the movie didn't show the real truth about its characters", "it displayed many hidden truths about people", "it was uncomfortable to watch but worth watching", "Barker created something that people will be talking about for a long time" ], [ "a more realistic plot", "more episodes to explain the situation", "a more experienced director", "more attractive actors" ], [ "they both have an eye-opening message", "they both have first-time directors", "they both mix genres to make a unique film", "they're both meant to be a documentary" ], [ "many famous actors what to work with him", "his movie lacked the quality that the original did", "he's made some good and some bad movies", "he's a better critic than a screenwriter" ], [ "to inform people that documentaries aren't always accurate", "to persuade people to be critical of movies they watch", "to explain different films he's seen recently", "to inform the audience of the changes in cinema" ], [ "he only likes certain film genres", "he's an expert at critiquing films", "his opinion is different from most peoples' ", "his films are better than most that he's seen" ] ]

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[ [ "the decent thing. Unmade Beds isn't just bad--it's", "Unmade Beds might make a good date movie. There's", "Unmade Beds , Nicholas Barker's \" 'real life' feature", "by U.S. distributors, Unmade Beds opened two weeks ago", "Nor, presumably, does she show them her breasts--although she bares", "saw. Calling his own film \"an exercise in mendacity,\"", "Barker goes on, \"I'm quite happy to tell lies about", "our own self-delusions. But Barker hasn't concocted a larger", "about it. The larger dramatic truth is that Michael has", "went wrong. He dramatizes right up to the point where", "inspection. The scenes with friends and confidantes have a crude,", "for him, however, Barker is careful to include a homophobic", "as she does on-screen), Barker brushed the truth aside as", "a payoff. I almost wish she'd included more voice-over", "dicks. Weird, huh? What Barker leaves out (it's in", "but it's unlikely that he has ever seen an episode", "challenged. 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[ "Which theory didn't they rule out for how Superior went missing?", "Who seems to know the least about Superior's situation?", "Who seems to have the least to hide in the text?", "Which would Alis be least likely to say?", "Which word least describes Ed Clark?", "Why did Don want to walk by the creek?", "Which word least describes Don?", "Who will likely be in charge of all future decisions for Superior?", "What isn't likely to happen next?" ]

[ [ "secret government experiments", "explosives", "factory explosion", "magnetized levitation" ], [ "Professor Garet", "Don Cort", "Mayor Civek", "the train conductor" ], [ "Don Cort", "Jen Jervis", "Ed Clark", "Mayor Civek" ], [ "\"I'd love to leave Superior.\"", "\"Most people in Superior are a little different.\"", "\"I know how to get us back down.\"", "\"Don, I'd love to get to know you better.\"" ], [ "sarcastic", "clever", "pushover", "humorous" ], [ "to see if they could get off of Superior via the creek", "to learn more about the levitating town", "to get to know Alis better", "to help get rid of the handcuff" ], [ "secretive", "calm", "inquisitive", "caring" ], [ "Alis Garet and Don Cort", "Vincent Grande and Don Cort", "Professor Garet and Mayor Civek", "Mayor Civek and Ed Clark" ], [ "Professor Garet will tell Don how to get down", "more people will find out about Superior seceding", "Don will find a way off of Superior", "Alis will find out what's in the briefcase" ] ]

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[ [ "stop at Superior at 11:58. That seemed to fix the time of the\n disappearance at midnight. The truck driver had made his discovery\n shortly after midnight.", "today that Superior has seceded from Earth. His reasons were as vague as\n his explanation.\nThe \"reasons\" include these: (1) Superior has been discriminated against", "The state police converged on the former site of Superior from several\n directions. Communicating by radiophone across the vast pit, they\n confirmed that the town undoubtedly was missing. They put in a call to\n the National Guard.", "nothing was simple about Superior except its citizens. Calmly they\n accepted their rise in the world as being due to one of their local\n townspeople, a crackpot professor.", "It said that Superior had seceded from Earth.\n\n\n One other radio message came from Superior, now airborne, on that first\n day. A ham radio operator reported an unidentified voice as saying\n plaintively:", "I\nThe town of Superior, Ohio, disappeared on the night of October 31.", "Radio messages stated simply that Superior had seceded from Earth. But\n Don Cort, stranded on that rising town, was beginning to suspect that", "South Creek did not bisect Superior, as Don thought it might, but flowed\n in an arc through a southern segment of it. They had about two miles to", "\"How do you get down from an elephant? Old riddle. You don't; you get\n down from ducks. How do you plan to get down from Superior?\"", "Nor had there been any defense plants in Superior that might have blown\n up. The town's biggest factory made kitchen sinks and the next biggest\n made bubble gum.", "He patted her hand absent-mindedly. \"I wonder if it's west at all. I\n mean, how do we know Superior is maintaining the same position up here\n as it used to down there?\"", "\"Somebody flagged us down,\" the conductor said. \"We don't make a station\n stop at Superior on this run.\"", "\"He's a doll,\" Alis said. \"He's about the only one in town who stands up\n to Father.\"\n\n\n \"Does your father claim that\nhe\nlevitated Superior off the face of the\n Earth?\"", "\"Told you what?\" Jen Jervis asked. \"I mean, does he have any theory\n about it?\"", "now—was that we can stroll out to where Superior used to be attached to\n the rest of Ohio and see how the Earth is getting along without us.\"", "over a second cup of coffee in a diner, when he screeched to a stop. If\n he'd gone another twenty-five feet he'd have gone into the pit where\n Superior had been.", "members. The air was very clear and the long morning shadows distinct.\n Only then did he remember completely that he and the whole town of\n Superior were up in the air.", "Then he saw the church steeple on it.\n\n\n A few minutes later he had relayed a message from Superior, formerly of\n Ohio, addressed to whom it might concern:", "\"Actually there's only one, the\nSuperior Sentry\n, a weekly. This is an\n extra. Ed Clark must have been up all night getting it out.\" She opened\n her purse and unfolded a four-page tabloid.", "The town of Superior, Ohio, certainly was living up to its name! In what\n was undoubtedly the most spectacular feat of the century, it simply\n picked itself up one night and rose two full miles above Earth!" ], [ "today that Superior has seceded from Earth. His reasons were as vague as\n his explanation.\nThe \"reasons\" include these: (1) Superior has been discriminated against", "nothing was simple about Superior except its citizens. Calmly they\n accepted their rise in the world as being due to one of their local\n townspeople, a crackpot professor.", "\"Actually there's only one, the\nSuperior Sentry\n, a weekly. This is an\n extra. Ed Clark must have been up all night getting it out.\" She opened\n her purse and unfolded a four-page tabloid.", "\"Me? No. I'm the mayor of Superior. The old town's really come up in the\n world, hasn't it?\"", "Don blinked at the headline:\nTown Gets High\n\n\n \"Ed Clark's something of an eccentric, like everybody else in Superior,\"\n Alis said.", "members. The air was very clear and the long morning shadows distinct.\n Only then did he remember completely that he and the whole town of\n Superior were up in the air.", "He patted her hand absent-mindedly. \"I wonder if it's west at all. I\n mean, how do we know Superior is maintaining the same position up here\n as it used to down there?\"", "\"How do you get down from an elephant? Old riddle. You don't; you get\n down from ducks. How do you plan to get down from Superior?\"", "\"What's the population of Superior?\"\n\n\n \"Three thousand, including the students at the institute. Three thousand\n and forty, counting you people from the train. I guess you'll be with us\n for a while.\"", "\"He's a doll,\" Alis said. \"He's about the only one in town who stands up\n to Father.\"\n\n\n \"Does your father claim that\nhe\nlevitated Superior off the face of the\n Earth?\"", "Then he saw the church steeple on it.\n\n\n A few minutes later he had relayed a message from Superior, formerly of\n Ohio, addressed to whom it might concern:", "Radio messages stated simply that Superior had seceded from Earth. But\n Don Cort, stranded on that rising town, was beginning to suspect that", "South Creek did not bisect Superior, as Don thought it might, but flowed\n in an arc through a southern segment of it. They had about two miles to", "science teacher in high school—not in Superior, incidentally—who gave\n me all kinds of embarrassing questions to ask Father. I asked them,\n being a natural-born needler, and Father has disowned me intellectually", "\"Well,\" Don said as they turned to go back to Cavalier, \"now we know\n that they know. Maybe we'll begin to get some answers. Or, if not\n answers, then transportation.\"", "It said that Superior had seceded from Earth.\n\n\n One other radio message came from Superior, now airborne, on that first\n day. A ham radio operator reported an unidentified voice as saying\n plaintively:", "Nor had there been any defense plants in Superior that might have blown\n up. The town's biggest factory made kitchen sinks and the next biggest\n made bubble gum.", "now—was that we can stroll out to where Superior used to be attached to\n the rest of Ohio and see how the Earth is getting along without us.\"", "\"Somebody flagged us down,\" the conductor said. \"We don't make a station\n stop at Superior on this run.\"", "\"What's happening?\" he asked when he saw them. \"Any word from down\n there?\"\n\n\n \"Not that I know of,\" Don said. He introduced him to Alis Garet. \"What\n are you going to do?\"" ], [ "The mayor was off across the campus. Don looked at Geneva Jervis, who\n was frowning. \"Are you thinking,\" he asked, \"that Mayor Civek was\n perhaps just a little less than completely honest with us?\"", "The \"explanation\" consists of a 63-page treatise on applied magnology by\n Professor Osbert Garet of Cavalier which the editor (a) does not", "the figure as outstanding. She had mocking eyes, a pert nose and a mouth\n of such moist red softness that it seemed perpetually waiting to be\n kissed. All in all she could have been the queen of a campus much more", "along the part was dark. Her eyes had been on a book and Don had the\n opportunity for a brief study of her face. The cheeks were full and", "\"I can't see too well, but that's my impression. Hold on now. I'm coming\n back.\" He inched away from the edge, then got up and brushed himself", "\"Thanks. It helps. Okay, here we go.\" He lifted his head. \"Damn.\"\n\n\n \"What?\"\n\n\n \"It still isn't clear. Do you have a pocket mirror?\"", "his mid-twenties—about her age—lean, tall and straight-shouldered,\n with once-blond hair now verging on dark brown, a face neither handsome", "\"I work for the Government. Doesn't everybody?\"\n\n\n \"Not everybody. Me, for instance.\"", "understand; (b) lacks space to publish; and which (it being atrociously\n handwritten) he (c) has not the temerity to ask his linotype operator to\n set.", "\"Not to me he doesn't. I'm one of those banes of his existence, a\n skeptic. He gave up trying to magnolize me when I was sixteen. I had a", "If the girl had given Don Cort more than that one glance, or if it had\n been a trained, all-encompassing glance, she would have seen a man in", "The old man chuckled. \"I'm afraid you have.\"\n\n\n They came to it at last, stopping well back from it. Professor Garet\n swelled with pride, it seemed, as he made a theatrical gesture.", "\"Three months past. How old are\nyou\n, Mr. Cort?\"\n\n\n \"Don's the name I've had for twenty-six years. Please use it.\"", "\"The same,\" she said. \"Also the only. A pity, because if there'd been", "II\nDon Cort had slept, but not well. He had tried to fold the brief case to\n pull it through his sleeve so he could take his coat off, but whatever", "She sat up straight and tucked her sweater tightly into her skirt,\n emphasizing her good figure. To a male friend Don would have described", "\"I'll admit to the\ndouble entendre\n,\" Alis said. \"What I meant—for", "untouched by make-up. There were lines at the corners of her mouth which\n indicated a tendency to arrange her expression into one of disapproval.", "on the underside of a wing. As it turned they imagined they could see\n faces peering out of the windows. They waved and thought they saw one or\n two people wave back. Then the plane climbed toward the east and was", "He laughed quickly and loudly because she was getting uncomfortably\n close. \"Oh, no. Nothing so glamorous. I'm a messenger for the Riggs\n National Bank, that's all. Where do you work?\"" ], [ "\"You may call me Alis,\" she said. \"And I'm nineteen.\"\n\n\n Don grinned. \"Going on?\"", "\"I'll admit to the\ndouble entendre\n,\" Alis said. \"What I meant—for", "Alis—that's A-l-i-s, not A-l-i-c-e—Garet. Are you with the FBI? Or did\n you escape from jail?\"", "\"How do you feel?\" Alis asked.\n\n\n \"Scared. When I get my courage back I'll pick up my head and look.\"", "\"Chicken,\" said Alis. She laughed uncertainly, then she sat down, too.", "\"I'll be careful.\" He walked cautiously toward the edge. Alis followed\n him, a few feet behind. He stopped a yard from the brink and waited for", "\"What's happening?\" he asked when he saw them. \"Any word from down\n there?\"\n\n\n \"Not that I know of,\" Don said. He introduced him to Alis Garet. \"What\n are you going to do?\"", "Alis put a hand out tentatively, then purposefully took hold of his\n ankle and held it tight. \"Just in case a high wind comes along,\" she\n said.", "\"He's a doll,\" Alis said. \"He's about the only one in town who stands up\n to Father.\"\n\n\n \"Does your father claim that\nhe\nlevitated Superior off the face of the\n Earth?\"", "over the edge. Alis gave a little shriek. Don was momentarily unnerved\n and had to put his head back on the ground. \"Sorry,\" she said.", "\"Look how it comes in spurts,\" Alis said.\n\n\n \"As if it's being pumped.\"", "Alis shrugged. \"All I know is you turn on the faucet and there's water.\n Let's go look at the creek.\"\n\n\n They found it coursing along between the banks.", "\"Transportation?\" Alis squeezed the arm she was holding. \"Why? Don't you\n like it here?\"", "\"The same,\" she said. \"Also the only. A pity, because if there'd been", "The brink, as Alis called it, looked even more awesome by daylight.\n Everything stopped short. There were the remnants of a cornfield, with", "\"Here, let me cut your eggs for you,\" Alis said. \"You'd better order\n them scrambled tomorrow. Yes, Cavalier. Home of the crackpot theory and\n the latter-day alchemist.\"", "But as they approached what they were forced to consider the source of\n the creek, they found a wire fence at the spot. \"This is new,\" Alis\n said.", "Alis had been creaming and sugaring Don's coffee. She pushed it across\n to him and said, \"It's not on page one. Ed Clark and Mayor Civek don't", "\"What\ncan\nI do?\" the conductor asked.\n\n\n \"You can go over to Cavalier and have breakfast,\" Alis said. \"Nobody's\n going to steal your old train.\"", "the figure as outstanding. She had mocking eyes, a pert nose and a mouth\n of such moist red softness that it seemed perpetually waiting to be\n kissed. All in all she could have been the queen of a campus much more" ], [ "set.\nDon said, \"I'm beginning to like this Ed Clark.\"", "Don blinked at the headline:\nTown Gets High\n\n\n \"Ed Clark's something of an eccentric, like everybody else in Superior,\"\n Alis said.", "\"Actually there's only one, the\nSuperior Sentry\n, a weekly. This is an\n extra. Ed Clark must have been up all night getting it out.\" She opened\n her purse and unfolded a four-page tabloid.", "Alis had been creaming and sugaring Don's coffee. She pushed it across\n to him and said, \"It's not on page one. Ed Clark and Mayor Civek don't", "on the edge of his seat during the exciting part of a movie, but the\n situation seemed to call for it. Over the edge could be seen a big\n section of Ohio. At least he supposed it was Ohio.", "\"I can't see too well, but that's my impression. Hold on now. I'm coming\n back.\" He inched away from the edge, then got up and brushed himself", "before. But there was a wind and they did not venture too close.\n Nevertheless, Don could see that it apparently was a neat, sharp edge,\n not one of your old ragged, random edges such as might have been caused", "Finally he had inched to a point where, by stretching out a hand, he\n could almost reach the edge. He gave another wriggle and the fingers of", "\"Behold,\" he said. \"Something even Columbus couldn't find. The edge of\n the world.\"", "He laughed quickly and loudly because she was getting uncomfortably\n close. \"Oh, no. Nothing so glamorous. I'm a messenger for the Riggs\n National Bank, that's all. Where do you work?\"", "over the edge. Alis gave a little shriek. Don was momentarily unnerved\n and had to put his head back on the ground. \"Sorry,\" she said.", "The old man chuckled. \"I'm afraid you have.\"\n\n\n They came to it at last, stopping well back from it. Professor Garet\n swelled with pride, it seemed, as he made a theatrical gesture.", "\"Overnight,\" Geneva Jervis said. \"If what Mr. Cort and the fireman say\n is true. I haven't seen the edge myself.\"", "comfortable,\" she said. \"What a night, eh? The professor is simply\n beside himself. We haven't had so much excitement since the\n cosmolineator blew up.\"", "\"I'll be careful.\" He walked cautiously toward the edge. Alis followed\n him, a few feet behind. He stopped a yard from the brink and waited for", "Don Cort and the fireman walked cautiously toward the edge while the\n professor ambled ahead with the familiarity of one who had been there", "\"If it were on the edge, and if I took a rowboat out on it, I wonder\n what would happen?\"\n\n\n \"I know one thing—I wouldn't be there holding your ankle while you\n found out.\"", "\"He's a doll,\" Alis said. \"He's about the only one in town who stands up\n to Father.\"\n\n\n \"Does your father claim that\nhe\nlevitated Superior off the face of the\n Earth?\"", "\"What's happening?\" he asked when he saw them. \"Any word from down\n there?\"\n\n\n \"Not that I know of,\" Don said. He introduced him to Alis Garet. \"What\n are you going to do?\"", "\"Looks just about the same,\" she said.\n\n\n \"That's funny. Come on; let's follow it to the edge.\"" ], [ "South Creek did not bisect Superior, as Don thought it might, but flowed\n in an arc through a southern segment of it. They had about two miles to", "\"You know,\" Don said, \"I was half-asleep last night but before the train\n stopped I thought it was running alongside a creek for a while.\"", "\"I still can't see where the water goes,\" Don said. He stretched out on\n his stomach and began to inch forward. \"You stay there.\"", "along the part was dark. Her eyes had been on a book and Don had the\n opportunity for a brief study of her face. The cheeks were full and", "before. But there was a wind and they did not venture too close.\n Nevertheless, Don could see that it apparently was a neat, sharp edge,\n not one of your old ragged, random edges such as might have been caused", "Alis shrugged. \"All I know is you turn on the faucet and there's water.\n Let's go look at the creek.\"\n\n\n They found it coursing along between the banks.", "\"The other end of the creek?\"\n\n\n \"Exactly.\"", "\"Well,\" Don said as they turned to go back to Cavalier, \"now we know\n that they know. Maybe we'll begin to get some answers. Or, if not\n answers, then transportation.\"", "Don Cort and the fireman walked cautiously toward the edge while the\n professor ambled ahead with the familiarity of one who had been there", "Standing on tiptoe and repressing a touch of giddiness, Don looked over\n the edge. He didn't have to stand on tiptoe any more than he had to sit", "The bearded man—he called himself Professor Garet—went off with the\n fireman. Don followed them. They had tramped a quarter of a mile along", "\"I can't see too well, but that's my impression. Hold on now. I'm coming\n back.\" He inched away from the edge, then got up and brushed himself", "If the girl had given Don Cort more than that one glance, or if it had\n been a trained, all-encompassing glance, she would have seen a man in", "the withered stalks cut down, then there was nothing. There was South\n Creek surging along, then nothing. In the distance a clump of trees,\n with a few autumn leaves still clinging to their branches, simply ended.", "\"Of course,\" Don said, puzzled by her emphasis. \"Come on. Where they put\n you, you'll probably be surrounded by co-eds, even if I could get out of\n this cuff.\"", "Don opened the compact and carefully transferred it to his right hand.\n He held it out beyond the edge and peered into it, focusing it on the", ", was\n semicircular, with each end at the edge and tarpaulins strung behind it\n so they could see the mouth of the creek. The water flowed from under", "But as they approached what they were forced to consider the source of\n the creek, they found a wire fence at the spot. \"This is new,\" Alis\n said.", "\"Looks just about the same,\" she said.\n\n\n \"That's funny. Come on; let's follow it to the edge.\"", "\"Gladly. And now, Don, unless you want another cup of coffee, I'll go\n with you to the end of the world.\"" ], [ "If the girl had given Don Cort more than that one glance, or if it had\n been a trained, all-encompassing glance, she would have seen a man in", "along the part was dark. Her eyes had been on a book and Don had the\n opportunity for a brief study of her face. The cheeks were full and", "\"I still can't see where the water goes,\" Don said. He stretched out on\n his stomach and began to inch forward. \"You stay there.\"", "Standing on tiptoe and repressing a touch of giddiness, Don looked over\n the edge. He didn't have to stand on tiptoe any more than he had to sit", "\"What's happening?\" he asked when he saw them. \"Any word from down\n there?\"\n\n\n \"Not that I know of,\" Don said. He introduced him to Alis Garet. \"What\n are you going to do?\"", "\"He has a theory about everything. I think what he was trying to convey\n was that this—this levitation confirmed his magnology principle.\"\n\n\n \"What's that?\" Don asked.", "before. But there was a wind and they did not venture too close.\n Nevertheless, Don could see that it apparently was a neat, sharp edge,\n not one of your old ragged, random edges such as might have been caused", "\"Gladly. And now, Don, unless you want another cup of coffee, I'll go\n with you to the end of the world.\"", "The girl's hair was a subtle red, but false. When Don had entered the\n club car he'd seen her hatless head from above and noticed that the hair", "\"Miss Jervis. I'm Civek. You know Mr. Cort, I suppose.\"\n\n\n The girl smiled sideways. \"We have a nodding acquaintance.\" Don nodded\n and grinned.", "Don hesitated, shrugged at the redhead, said, \"Excuse me,\" and followed\n the conductor. About a dozen people were milling around the train as it", "over the edge. Alis gave a little shriek. Don was momentarily unnerved\n and had to put his head back on the ground. \"Sorry,\" she said.", "\"Well,\" Don said as they turned to go back to Cavalier, \"now we know\n that they know. Maybe we'll begin to get some answers. Or, if not\n answers, then transportation.\"", "\"Three months past. How old are\nyou\n, Mr. Cort?\"\n\n\n \"Don's the name I've had for twenty-six years. Please use it.\"", "Don skimmed the rest. \"I don't see anything about it being deliberate.\"", "The mayor was off across the campus. Don looked at Geneva Jervis, who\n was frowning. \"Are you thinking,\" he asked, \"that Mayor Civek was\n perhaps just a little less than completely honest with us?\"", "\"Hm,\" said Hector Civek. Don couldn't quite catch his expression in the", "\"You know,\" Don said, \"I was half-asleep last night but before the train\n stopped I thought it was running alongside a creek for a while.\"", "II\nDon Cort had slept, but not well. He had tried to fold the brief case to\n pull it through his sleeve so he could take his coat off, but whatever", "\"On such short notice?\" Don was intrigued. Last night the redhead from\n the club car had repelled an advance that hadn't been made, and this" ], [ "today that Superior has seceded from Earth. His reasons were as vague as\n his explanation.\nThe \"reasons\" include these: (1) Superior has been discriminated against", "\"How do you get down from an elephant? Old riddle. You don't; you get\n down from ducks. How do you plan to get down from Superior?\"", "members. The air was very clear and the long morning shadows distinct.\n Only then did he remember completely that he and the whole town of\n Superior were up in the air.", "\"Me? No. I'm the mayor of Superior. The old town's really come up in the\n world, hasn't it?\"", "It said that Superior had seceded from Earth.\n\n\n One other radio message came from Superior, now airborne, on that first\n day. A ham radio operator reported an unidentified voice as saying\n plaintively:", "Radio messages stated simply that Superior had seceded from Earth. But\n Don Cort, stranded on that rising town, was beginning to suspect that", "The state police converged on the former site of Superior from several\n directions. Communicating by radiophone across the vast pit, they\n confirmed that the town undoubtedly was missing. They put in a call to\n the National Guard.", "\"He's a doll,\" Alis said. \"He's about the only one in town who stands up\n to Father.\"\n\n\n \"Does your father claim that\nhe\nlevitated Superior off the face of the\n Earth?\"", "now—was that we can stroll out to where Superior used to be attached to\n the rest of Ohio and see how the Earth is getting along without us.\"", "Don blinked at the headline:\nTown Gets High\n\n\n \"Ed Clark's something of an eccentric, like everybody else in Superior,\"\n Alis said.", "Then he saw the church steeple on it.\n\n\n A few minutes later he had relayed a message from Superior, formerly of\n Ohio, addressed to whom it might concern:", "\"What's the population of Superior?\"\n\n\n \"Three thousand, including the students at the institute. Three thousand\n and forty, counting you people from the train. I guess you'll be with us\n for a while.\"", "advised not to. It's a long way down. Where Superior was surrounded by\n Ohio, as usual, today Superior ends literally at the town line.", "\"Actually there's only one, the\nSuperior Sentry\n, a weekly. This is an\n extra. Ed Clark must have been up all night getting it out.\" She opened\n her purse and unfolded a four-page tabloid.", "nothing was simple about Superior except its citizens. Calmly they\n accepted their rise in the world as being due to one of their local\n townspeople, a crackpot professor.", "I\nThe town of Superior, Ohio, disappeared on the night of October 31.", "The town of Superior, Ohio, certainly was living up to its name! In what\n was undoubtedly the most spectacular feat of the century, it simply\n picked itself up one night and rose two full miles above Earth!", "Nor had there been any defense plants in Superior that might have blown\n up. The town's biggest factory made kitchen sinks and the next biggest\n made bubble gum.", "\"Washington?\" Don said. \"That's where I'm going. I mean where I\nwas\ngoing before Superior became airborne. What do you do in Washington,\n Miss Jervis?\"", "\"Does Superior have an airport?\" Don asked. \"I've got to get back to—to\n Earth.\" It sounded odd to put it that way." ], [ "\"What's happening?\" he asked when he saw them. \"Any word from down\n there?\"\n\n\n \"Not that I know of,\" Don said. He introduced him to Alis Garet. \"What\n are you going to do?\"", "\"I'll be careful.\" He walked cautiously toward the edge. Alis followed\n him, a few feet behind. He stopped a yard from the brink and waited for", "\"No helicopters here, either.\"\n\n\n \"Maybe not. But I'll bet they're swarming all over you by morning.\"", "\"I can't see too well, but that's my impression. Hold on now. I'm coming\n back.\" He inched away from the edge, then got up and brushed himself", "\"I still can't see where the water goes,\" Don said. He stretched out on\n his stomach and began to inch forward. \"You stay there.\"", "\"If it were on the edge, and if I took a rowboat out on it, I wonder\n what would happen?\"\n\n\n \"I know one thing—I wouldn't be there holding your ankle while you\n found out.\"", "\"I should think it'd be all dried up by now. I'm going to have a look.\"\n\n\n \"Don't! You'll fall off!\"", "before. But there was a wind and they did not venture too close.\n Nevertheless, Don could see that it apparently was a neat, sharp edge,\n not one of your old ragged, random edges such as might have been caused", "comfortable,\" she said. \"What a night, eh? The professor is simply\n beside himself. We haven't had so much excitement since the\n cosmolineator blew up.\"", "\"Looks just about the same,\" she said.\n\n\n \"That's funny. Come on; let's follow it to the edge.\"", "\"On such short notice?\" Don was intrigued. Last night the redhead from\n the club car had repelled an advance that hadn't been made, and this", "\"What\ncan\nI do?\" the conductor asked.\n\n\n \"You can go over to Cavalier and have breakfast,\" Alis said. \"Nobody's\n going to steal your old train.\"", "He laughed quickly and loudly because she was getting uncomfortably\n close. \"Oh, no. Nothing so glamorous. I'm a messenger for the Riggs\n National Bank, that's all. Where do you work?\"", "Somebody else said nonsense, they'd better check for radiation. A civil\n defense official brought up a Geiger counter, but no matter how he shook\n it and rapped on it, it refused to click.", "off. He returned her compact. \"I guess you know where we go next.\"", "\"No. There wasn't any sensation at all, as far as I noticed. I was\n watching the late show—or trying to. My house is down in a hollow and", "\"Not to me he doesn't. I'm one of those banes of his existence, a\n skeptic. He gave up trying to magnolize me when I was sixteen. I had a", "\"I'm sure it's not that bad. Thanks. As for tomorrow, I hope to be out\n of here by then.\"", "Don skimmed the rest. \"I don't see anything about it being deliberate.\"", "I don't get out of this handcuff soon so I can take a bath and get into\n clean clothes, you're not going to like me.\"" ] ]

[ "What are the aliens in line hoping will happen?", "Which word least describes the narrator?", "What doesn't the narrator believe Gorb to be? ", "What did the Kallerian and the Stortulian have in common?", "Why was the Stortulian so upset?", "What isn't a reason for narrator to be so skeptical of Gorb?", "Why was the narrator in so much trouble?", "What hit the narrator?", "Would the narrator consider his trip worthwhile?" ]

[ [ "that they will get paid to work at a zoo on their home planet", "their talent will win them a trip to Earth", "that they will be able to pay for a chance to see Earth", "that they will get to work for the Corrigan Institute" ], [ "experienced", "jealous", "clever", "confident" ], [ "a non-terrestrial", "an Earthling", "a hero", "a con-man" ], [ "they did not like being turned down", "they both desired a place in the zoo", "they were unique creatures", "they planned to kill the narrator if he refused them" ], [ "he really needed the job because he was out of money", "he was too proud to go back home without what he wanted", "he knew his wife wanted to come back but couldn't", "he'd never see his wife again without this man's help" ], [ "Gorb looked just like an Earthling", "Gorb was asking for too much money", "Gorb had no proof to back up his claims", "he had never heard of Wazzenazz" ], [ "he refused to let certain beings go to Earth", "he killed a non-terrestrial", "he was responsible for a non-terrestrial death", "he was conning non-terrestrials to go to Earth" ], [ "the Stortulian's gun", "the wall", "a Ghrynian policeman", "Gorb" ], [ "No - it was more trouble than it was worth", "All of the above", "No - it nearly cost him his life", "Yes - he found many new non-terrestrials" ] ]

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[ [ "Through the front window of the office, I could see our big gay tridim\n sign plastered to a facing wall: WANTED—EXTRATERRESTRIALS! We had", "outside\nis\n. He doesn't know how to handle alien beings. How many\n times today has a life-form come in here unexpectedly?\"", "\"Please, please,\" squeaked the little alien pitifully. \"I must see you,\n honored sir!\"", "\"These aliens. Big blustery Heraal came in with murder in his eye and\n killed\nhimself", "advertise and they come flocking to us. Every alien wants to see Earth\n once in his lifetime, and there's only one way he can do it.", "My three staff men, Auchinleck, Stebbins and Ludlow, walked shieldwise\n in front of me. I peered between them to size the crop up. The aliens", "The door opened and a timid-looking life-form advanced toward me on\n nervous little legs. He was a globular creature about the size of a", "\"There's been a mistake. We're interested in non-terrestrials only.\"", "\"Hold on!\" I stormed. \"You mean that any being from anywhere in the\n Universe can come in here and gut himself on my carpet, and\nI'm\nresponsible?\"", "He looked at me queerly and nodded. A being entered. I took a long\n close look at the life-form when it came in, and after that I took", "The spherical creature clapped his hands in joy, three hands clapping\n on one side, two on the other. \"Wonderful! I will see Earth at last! I\n accept the terms!\"", "\"I'm a non-terrestrial. My name is Ildwar Gorb, of the planet Wazzenazz\n XIII.\"", "\"Failure to deny is admission of guilt. You are guilty, Earthman.\"\nClosing my eyes wearily, I tried to wish the whole babbling lot of them", "You'd think it would be sort of humiliating to become a specimen in a\n zoo, but most of these races take it as an honor. And there's always", "claiming you're an unknown life-form from Wazzenazz XIII, the answer is\n that I'm not looking for any of\nthose\neither. Now will you scram or—\"", "He slammed the door and I let my grim expression relax into a smile.\n This was the best con switch yet—an Earthman posing as an alien to get\n a job!", "know about alien life-forms. You can use me, Corrigan.\"", "\"I am a being of Regulus II,\" came the grave, booming reply, even\n before I had picked up the blank. \"I need no special care and I am not\n a fugitive from the law of any world.\"", "The little being immediately emitted a soul-shaking gasp. \"It is she!\n It is she!\"\n\n\n \"I'm afraid we don't have room for any more—\"", "from Earth, stranded here and out of cash. You want a free trip back to\n Earth. No deal. The demand for beings from Wazzenazz XIII is pretty low" ], [ "He spoke in a drab monotone that almost, but not quite, had me weeping.\n I watched him shuffle out. I do have\nsome", "He sat down facing me without being asked and crossed his legs. He was\n tall and extremely thin, with pale blue eyes and dirty-blond hair, and", "He was big even for his kind—in the neighborhood of nine feet high,\n and getting on toward a ton. He planted himself firmly on his three", "himself\n, and the pint-sized Stortulian who looked so meek and\n pathetic damn near blew my head off.\" I shuddered. \"Thanks for the\n tackle job.\"", "his ear without another word. Instead I played along. \"If you're from\n such a distant place, how come you speak English so well?\"", "abhorrent to them. When they're troubled, they kill the person who\n caused their trouble. In this case, you.\"\nI began to chuckle—more of a tension-relieving snicker than a", "some\nconscience, and I had the\n uneasy feeling I had just been talking to a being who was about to\n commit suicide on my account.", "creature about three feet high. His fur, which should have been a\n lustrous black, was a dull gray, and his eyes were wet and sad. His", "The door opened and a timid-looking life-form advanced toward me on\n nervous little legs. He was a globular creature about the size of a", "There was something glib and appealing about this preposterous phony. I\n guess I recognized a kindred spirit or I would have tossed him out on", "I might conceivably have done it. But no—you had to go unburden your\n heart to me.\"", "\"How did\nyou\nget in here?\" I demanded.\n\n\n \"Your man happened to be looking the wrong way,\" he said cheerily.\n \"Change your mind about me yet?\"", "I mopped sweat from my forehead and began to buzz Stebbins for the next\n applicant. But before my finger touched the button, the door popped\n open and a small being came scooting in, followed by an angry Stebbins.", "\"The evidence lies before us,\" intoned the leader, \"in the cadaver\n of the unfortunate Kallerian who filed the complaint with us several\n minutes ago.\"", "\"You are J. F. Corrigan?\" the leader asked.\n\n\n \"Y-yes.\"\n\n\n \"We have received word of a complaint against you. Said complaint\n being—\"", "tail drooped. His voice was little more than a faint whimper, even at\n full volume.", "I weaved dizzily toward my desk and dropped into my chair. A flying\n fragment of wall had deflated my pneumatic cushion. The smell of ashed", "\"You are not in full understanding of my plight. The female Tiress,\n she is—was—my own Fire-sent spouse, my comfort and my warmth, my life\n and my love.\"", "though he was clean and reasonably well dressed, he had a shabby look\n about him. He said, in level Terran accents, \"I'm looking for a job\n with your outfit, Corrigan.\"", "\"Begging your most honored pardon most humbly, important sir. I am a\n being of Stortul XII, having sold my last few possessions to travel\n to Ghryne for the miserable purpose of obtaining an interview with\n yourself.\"" ], [ "\"Evidently you don't know as much as you think you do about Stortulian\n psychology, Corrigan,\" Gorb said lightly. \"Suicide is completely", "Gorb shrugged. \"I figured you hadn't changed your mind, so I've changed", "I pulled away from his yawning mouth. \"Good-by, Mr. Gorb,\" I repeated.", "I took a deep breath and glanced all around the paneled ceiling of\n the office before I spoke. \"Listen, Gorb, or whatever your name is,", "\"Don't mention it,\" Gorb said.", "\"Right, Chief.\" Stebbins moved toward the visiphone.\n\n\n Gorb stepped forward and put a hand on his chest.", "\"Very clever, Mr. Gorb.\" I grinned at him and shook my head. \"You spin\n a good yarn—but for my money, you're really Sam Jones or Phil Smith", "Gorb shrugged. \"What have I to lose?\"", "\"All I ask is a contract, Corrigan. It isn't much. I'll be a big\n attraction. I'll—\"\n\n\n \"\nGood-by, Mr. Gorb!\n\"", "saw the three Ghrynian policemen sitting on the raving Stortulian. The\n man who called himself Ildwar Gorb was getting to his feet and dusting\n himself off.", "I eyed Gorb uncertainly. The Terran Consulate people probably wouldn't\n be much help; they tried to keep out of local squabbles unless they", "Gorb grinned rakishly. \"Five thousand in cash plus a contract as a\n specimen with your outfit. In advance, of course. That's a heck of a\n lot better than forking over a hundred grand, isn't it?\"", "But I wasn't buying it, even if I could appreciate his cleverness\n intellectually. There's no such place as Wazzenazz XIII and there's", "There was something glib and appealing about this preposterous phony. I\n guess I recognized a kindred spirit or I would have tossed him out on", "abhorrent to them. When they're troubled, they kill the person who\n caused their trouble. In this case, you.\"\nI began to chuckle—more of a tension-relieving snicker than a", "these days. Zero, in fact. Good-by, Mr. Gorb.\"", "\"I'm a non-terrestrial. My name is Ildwar Gorb, of the planet Wazzenazz\n XIII.\"", "I might conceivably have done it. But no—you had to go unburden your\n heart to me.\"", "\"It did. But in effect you're now asking me to conspire in a fraudulent\n criminal act. Friend, I can't do it. My reputation means too much to\n me,\" I said piously.", "\"The evidence lies before us,\" intoned the leader, \"in the cadaver\n of the unfortunate Kallerian who filed the complaint with us several\n minutes ago.\"" ], [ "I had just about begun to forget about the incidents of the Kallerian's\n outraged pride and the Stortulian's flighty wife when the door opened", "I've had a hard day. There's been a Kallerian in here who just about\n threatened murder, and there's been a Stortulian in here who's about", "\"The Stortulian will be duly punished,\" replied the leader of the\n Ghrynian cops calmly. \"But there is the matter of the dead Kallerian\n and the fine of—\"", "The Kallerian stood motionless before me. They're hairy creatures, and\n this one had a coarse, thick mat of blue fur completely covering his", "The Stortulian seemed to shrivel. His eyelids closed half-way to mask\n his tears. He turned and shambled slowly to the door, walking like a", "\"This is known to me. The female—is her name perchance Tiress?\"\n\n\n I glanced down at the inventory chart until I found the Stortulian\n entry. \"Yes, that's her name.\"", "The small figure of the Stortulian trudged through the open doorway\n and stationed itself limply near the threshold. The three Ghrynian", "\"The evidence lies before us,\" intoned the leader, \"in the cadaver\n of the unfortunate Kallerian who filed the complaint with us several\n minutes ago.\"", "\"Evidently you don't know as much as you think you do about Stortulian\n psychology, Corrigan,\" Gorb said lightly. \"Suicide is completely", "The office door crashed open at that point and Heraal, the Kallerian,\n came thundering in. He was dressed from head to toe in glittering", "stocky feet, extended his massive arms in a Kallerian greeting-gesture,\n and growled, \"I am Vallo Heraal, Freeman of Kaller IV. You will sign me\n immediately to a contract.\"", "The first harbinger of woe turned up after lunch in the person of a\n Kallerian. The Kallerian was the sixth applicant that afternoon. I", "They surrounded the towering Kallerian and sweet-talkingly led him\n away. He wasn't minded to quarrel physically, or he could have knocked", "In heart-rending tones, the Stortulian declared, \"Life is no longer\n worth living. My last hope is gone. There is only one thing left for me\n to do.\"", "Kallerian now, but I'll give preference to the Clan Gursdrinn as soon\n as a vacancy—\"", "himself\n, and the pint-sized Stortulian who looked so meek and\n pathetic damn near blew my head off.\" I shuddered. \"Thanks for the\n tackle job.\"", "saw the three Ghrynian policemen sitting on the raving Stortulian. The\n man who called himself Ildwar Gorb was getting to his feet and dusting\n himself off.", "Hardly had the 'dillo scuttled dejectedly out of my office when the\n Kallerian came striding in, not even waiting for Stebbins to admit him\n officially.", "I said, \"I'd better tell you right at the outset that we're already\n carrying our full complement of Stortulians. We have both a male and a\n female now and—\"", "He helped me up. \"Sorry to have had to tackle you, Corrigan. But that\n Stortulian wasn't here to commit suicide, you see. He was out to get\n you.\"" ], [ "The Stortulian seemed to shrivel. His eyelids closed half-way to mask\n his tears. He turned and shambled slowly to the door, walking like a", "In heart-rending tones, the Stortulian declared, \"Life is no longer\n worth living. My last hope is gone. There is only one thing left for me\n to do.\"", "I had just about begun to forget about the incidents of the Kallerian's\n outraged pride and the Stortulian's flighty wife when the door opened", "himself\n, and the pint-sized Stortulian who looked so meek and\n pathetic damn near blew my head off.\" I shuddered. \"Thanks for the\n tackle job.\"", "\"The Stortulian will be duly punished,\" replied the leader of the\n Ghrynian cops calmly. \"But there is the matter of the dead Kallerian\n and the fine of—\"", "I've had a hard day. There's been a Kallerian in here who just about\n threatened murder, and there's been a Stortulian in here who's about", "He helped me up. \"Sorry to have had to tackle you, Corrigan. But that\n Stortulian wasn't here to commit suicide, you see. He was out to get\n you.\"", "The small figure of the Stortulian trudged through the open doorway\n and stationed itself limply near the threshold. The three Ghrynian", "remembered that any minute that scrawny little Stortulian was likely to\n come bursting in here to kill himself too. Was it a fine of $100,000", "\"Evidently you don't know as much as you think you do about Stortulian\n psychology, Corrigan,\" Gorb said lightly. \"Suicide is completely", "Stebbins nodded dolefully and backed out.\nThe alien was a pathetic sight: a Stortulian, a squirrely-looking", "\"Yes, yes!\" wailed the Stortulian. \"Find some other member of my race,\n if you must! Let me have my wife again, Earthman! Is your heart a dead", "saw the three Ghrynian policemen sitting on the raving Stortulian. The\n man who called himself Ildwar Gorb was getting to his feet and dusting\n himself off.", "\"This is known to me. The female—is her name perchance Tiress?\"\n\n\n I glanced down at the inventory chart until I found the Stortulian\n entry. \"Yes, that's her name.\"", "\"Begging your most honored pardon most humbly, important sir. I am a\n being of Stortul XII, having sold my last few possessions to travel\n to Ghryne for the miserable purpose of obtaining an interview with\n yourself.\"", "I said, \"I'd better tell you right at the outset that we're already\n carrying our full complement of Stortulians. We have both a male and a\n female now and—\"", "abhorrent to them. When they're troubled, they kill the person who\n caused their trouble. In this case, you.\"\nI began to chuckle—more of a tension-relieving snicker than a", "Heraal, who had planted himself in front of my desk, drowned him out\n with a roar. \"Earthman, you have mortally insulted the Clan Gursdrinn!\"", "The office door crashed open at that point and Heraal, the Kallerian,\n came thundering in. He was dressed from head to toe in glittering", "The Kallerian stood motionless before me. They're hairy creatures, and\n this one had a coarse, thick mat of blue fur completely covering his" ], [ "I took a deep breath and glanced all around the paneled ceiling of\n the office before I spoke. \"Listen, Gorb, or whatever your name is,", "Gorb shrugged. \"I figured you hadn't changed your mind, so I've changed", "\"Evidently you don't know as much as you think you do about Stortulian\n psychology, Corrigan,\" Gorb said lightly. \"Suicide is completely", "I pulled away from his yawning mouth. \"Good-by, Mr. Gorb,\" I repeated.", "I eyed Gorb uncertainly. The Terran Consulate people probably wouldn't\n be much help; they tried to keep out of local squabbles unless they", "Gorb grinned rakishly. \"Five thousand in cash plus a contract as a\n specimen with your outfit. In advance, of course. That's a heck of a\n lot better than forking over a hundred grand, isn't it?\"", "\"Very clever, Mr. Gorb.\" I grinned at him and shook my head. \"You spin\n a good yarn—but for my money, you're really Sam Jones or Phil Smith", "Gorb shrugged. \"What have I to lose?\"", "\"All I ask is a contract, Corrigan. It isn't much. I'll be a big\n attraction. I'll—\"\n\n\n \"\nGood-by, Mr. Gorb!\n\"", "abhorrent to them. When they're troubled, they kill the person who\n caused their trouble. In this case, you.\"\nI began to chuckle—more of a tension-relieving snicker than a", "\"Right, Chief.\" Stebbins moved toward the visiphone.\n\n\n Gorb stepped forward and put a hand on his chest.", "There was something glib and appealing about this preposterous phony. I\n guess I recognized a kindred spirit or I would have tossed him out on", "\"Don't mention it,\" Gorb said.", "these days. Zero, in fact. Good-by, Mr. Gorb.\"", "But I wasn't buying it, even if I could appreciate his cleverness\n intellectually. There's no such place as Wazzenazz XIII and there's", "I might conceivably have done it. But no—you had to go unburden your\n heart to me.\"", "saw the three Ghrynian policemen sitting on the raving Stortulian. The\n man who called himself Ildwar Gorb was getting to his feet and dusting\n himself off.", "\"—you'll have me thrown out. Okay, okay. Just give me half a second.\n Corrigan, you're no fool, and neither am I—but that fellow of yours", "\"Of course not.\" I took advantage of his pathetic upset to steam right\n along. \"Now if you had come in here and simply asked me to sign you up,", "\"The evidence lies before us,\" intoned the leader, \"in the cadaver\n of the unfortunate Kallerian who filed the complaint with us several\n minutes ago.\"" ], [ "I didn't know it then, but before the day was out, I would have that\n reason. And, with it, plenty of trouble on my hands.", "abhorrent to them. When they're troubled, they kill the person who\n caused their trouble. In this case, you.\"\nI began to chuckle—more of a tension-relieving snicker than a", "some\nconscience, and I had the\n uneasy feeling I had just been talking to a being who was about to\n commit suicide on my account.", "\"I'm sorry, Mr. Corrigan. I lost sight of this one for a moment, and he\n came running in—\"", "remembered that any minute that scrawny little Stortulian was likely to\n come bursting in here to kill himself too. Was it a fine of $100,000", "Then somebody sprinted toward me, hit me amidships, and knocked me\n flying out from behind my desk before I had a chance to fire the", "I mopped sweat from my forehead and began to buzz Stebbins for the next\n applicant. But before my finger touched the button, the door popped\n open and a small being came scooting in, followed by an angry Stebbins.", "He was big even for his kind—in the neighborhood of nine feet high,\n and getting on toward a ton. He planted himself firmly on his three", "I've had a hard day. There's been a Kallerian in here who just about\n threatened murder, and there's been a Stortulian in here who's about", "He helped me up. \"Sorry to have had to tackle you, Corrigan. But that\n Stortulian wasn't here to commit suicide, you see. He was out to get\n you.\"", "He sat down facing me without being asked and crossed his legs. He was\n tall and extremely thin, with pale blue eyes and dirty-blond hair, and", "I was quivering at the thought of another hundred thousand smackers\n going down the drain. \"Stop him, somebody! He's going to kill himself!\n He's—\"", "himself\n, and the pint-sized Stortulian who looked so meek and\n pathetic damn near blew my head off.\" I shuddered. \"Thanks for the\n tackle job.\"", "\"You are J. F. Corrigan?\" the leader asked.\n\n\n \"Y-yes.\"\n\n\n \"We have received word of a complaint against you. Said complaint\n being—\"", "\"It did. But in effect you're now asking me to conspire in a fraudulent\n criminal act. Friend, I can't do it. My reputation means too much to\n me,\" I said piously.", "\"The evidence lies before us,\" intoned the leader, \"in the cadaver\n of the unfortunate Kallerian who filed the complaint with us several\n minutes ago.\"", "I weaved dizzily toward my desk and dropped into my chair. A flying\n fragment of wall had deflated my pneumatic cushion. The smell of ashed", "The first harbinger of woe turned up after lunch in the person of a\n Kallerian. The Kallerian was the sixth applicant that afternoon. I", "\"You are not in full understanding of my plight. The female Tiress,\n she is—was—my own Fire-sent spouse, my comfort and my warmth, my life\n and my love.\"", "Heraal boomed, \"You are responsible for what is to happen now. I have\n notified the authorities and you prosecuted will be for causing the\n death of a life-form! Suffer, Earthborn ape! Suffer!\"" ], [ "Then somebody sprinted toward me, hit me amidships, and knocked me\n flying out from behind my desk before I had a chance to fire the", "I weaved dizzily toward my desk and dropped into my chair. A flying\n fragment of wall had deflated my pneumatic cushion. The smell of ashed", "meshgun. My head walloped the floor, and for five or six seconds, I\n guess I wasn't fully aware of what was going on.", "I mopped sweat from my forehead and began to buzz Stebbins for the next\n applicant. But before my finger touched the button, the door popped\n open and a small being came scooting in, followed by an angry Stebbins.", "The office door crashed open at that point and Heraal, the Kallerian,\n came thundering in. He was dressed from head to toe in glittering", "himself\n, and the pint-sized Stortulian who looked so meek and\n pathetic damn near blew my head off.\" I shuddered. \"Thanks for the\n tackle job.\"", "savagely through his body. He toppled forward onto the carpet with the\n sword projecting a couple of feet out of his back. A few driblets of\n bluish-purple blood spread from beneath him.", "Gradually the scene took shape around me. There was a monstrous hole\n in the wall behind my desk; a smoking blaster lay on the floor, and I", "The door opened and a timid-looking life-form advanced toward me on\n nervous little legs. He was a globular creature about the size of a", "\"I'm sorry, Mr. Corrigan. I lost sight of this one for a moment, and he\n came running in—\"", "He looked at me queerly and nodded. A being entered. I took a long\n close look at the life-form when it came in, and after that I took", "He was big even for his kind—in the neighborhood of nine feet high,\n and getting on toward a ton. He planted himself firmly on his three", "some\nconscience, and I had the\n uneasy feeling I had just been talking to a being who was about to\n commit suicide on my account.", "He sat down facing me without being asked and crossed his legs. He was\n tall and extremely thin, with pale blue eyes and dirty-blond hair, and", "I had just about begun to forget about the incidents of the Kallerian's\n outraged pride and the Stortulian's flighty wife when the door opened", "He spoke in a drab monotone that almost, but not quite, had me weeping.\n I watched him shuffle out. I do have\nsome", "An instant before my numb fingers could tighten on the meshgun\n trigger, Heraal swung that huge sword through the air and plunged it", "\"How did\nyou\nget in here?\" I demanded.\n\n\n \"Your man happened to be looking the wrong way,\" he said cheerily.\n \"Change your mind about me yet?\"", "I was spared further such morbid thoughts by yet another unannounced\n arrival.", "abhorrent to them. When they're troubled, they kill the person who\n caused their trouble. In this case, you.\"\nI began to chuckle—more of a tension-relieving snicker than a" ], [ "some\nconscience, and I had the\n uneasy feeling I had just been talking to a being who was about to\n commit suicide on my account.", "There was something glib and appealing about this preposterous phony. I\n guess I recognized a kindred spirit or I would have tossed him out on", "I might conceivably have done it. But no—you had to go unburden your\n heart to me.\"", "\"Of course not.\" I took advantage of his pathetic upset to steam right\n along. \"Now if you had come in here and simply asked me to sign you up,", "He spoke in a drab monotone that almost, but not quite, had me weeping.\n I watched him shuffle out. I do have\nsome", "But I wasn't buying it, even if I could appreciate his cleverness\n intellectually. There's no such place as Wazzenazz XIII and there's", "In heart-rending tones, the Stortulian declared, \"Life is no longer\n worth living. My last hope is gone. There is only one thing left for me\n to do.\"", "He sat down facing me without being asked and crossed his legs. He was\n tall and extremely thin, with pale blue eyes and dirty-blond hair, and", "\"Begging your most honored pardon most humbly, important sir. I am a\n being of Stortul XII, having sold my last few possessions to travel\n to Ghryne for the miserable purpose of obtaining an interview with\n yourself.\"", "I didn't know it then, but before the day was out, I would have that\n reason. And, with it, plenty of trouble on my hands.", "away. If I had to, I could pony up the hundred-grand fine, but it was\n going to put an awful dent in this year's take. And I shuddered when I", "would work for nothing, or even pay us, just so long as we let him get\n to Earth. My conscience won't let me really\nexploit\na being, but I", "himself\n, and the pint-sized Stortulian who looked so meek and\n pathetic damn near blew my head off.\" I shuddered. \"Thanks for the\n tackle job.\"", "He was big even for his kind—in the neighborhood of nine feet high,\n and getting on toward a ton. He planted himself firmly on his three", "I weaved dizzily toward my desk and dropped into my chair. A flying\n fragment of wall had deflated my pneumatic cushion. The smell of ashed", "\"I must see her—her and this disgrace-bringing lover of hers. I must\n reason with her. Earthman, can't you see I must appeal to her inner\n flame?\nI must bring her back!\n\"", "He glowered at me reproachfully for a moment, stood up and sauntered to\n the door. \"I thought you were a man of acumen, Corrigan. Well, think", "his ear without another word. Instead I played along. \"If you're from\n such a distant place, how come you speak English so well?\"", "\"It did. But in effect you're now asking me to conspire in a fraudulent\n criminal act. Friend, I can't do it. My reputation means too much to\n me,\" I said piously.", "I was quivering at the thought of another hundred thousand smackers\n going down the drain. \"Stop him, somebody! He's going to kill himself!\n He's—\"" ] ]

[ "Which word least describes Baron?", "Which planet wasn't well-known according to the text?", "What doesn't Baron think was a reason for their failure?", "Who seems to be the least intelligent person?", "What isn't an obstacle on Mercury?", "Which word least describes McIvers?", "What didn't happen to McIvers?", "What wasn't an issue their bodies were going through?", "What likely caused the most problems?" ]

[ [ "confident", "realistic", "enthusiastic", "curious" ], [ "Jupiter", "Venus", "Mars", "Mercury" ], [ "McIvers", "the Major's experience", "poor mapping", "faulty equipment" ], [ "Stone", "McIvers", "Sanderson", "Mikuta" ], [ "zero gravity", "rough terrain", "volcanoes", "extreme temperatures" ], [ "fidgety", "experienced", "lucky", "stubborn" ], [ "the major turned down his idea", "he located the first explorers", "he got lost", "he took a detour" ], [ "dehydration", "malnutrition", "headaches", "irritation" ], [ "the toxic gases", "the high temperatures", "vehicle trouble", "incorrect mapping" ] ]

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[ [ "without justifying it.\nPresently a small, grizzled man crossed the room and sat\n down at Baron’s table. He was short and wiry. His face held", "Baron’s eyes were wide with excitement, all trace of anger\n gone. “Great balls of fire, man—\nwhere have you been hiding?\nWe’ve been trying to contact you for months!”", "Baron stared at the man for a moment. “I see you can read\n telecasts,” he said coldly. “The news was correct. We are going\n to make a Brightside Crossing.”", "without expression. Then he said slowly, “No, I’m afraid you’re\n not going to make the Crossing.”\n“Say, who are you, if you don’t mind?” Baron demanded.", "eight.”\nNow Baron drummed his fingers on the table top, staring\n about the quiet lounge. Street trade was discouraged at the\n Red Lion, gently but persuasively; the patrons were few in", "pardons, Mr. Baron. The gentleman—he would leave no\n name. He said you’d want to see him. He will be back by\n eight.”", "“Never,” said Baron.\n“Let me tell you,” Peter Claney said.\nI’d been interested in the Brightside for almost as long as", "do it and neither can you. No human beings will ever cross\n the Brightside alive, not if they try for centuries.”\n“Nonsense,” Baron declared. “We will.”", "Stone and McIvers were thick as thieves, and everything was\n set for an early departure after we got some rest.\n“And that,” said Baron, finishing his drink and signaling", "next.”\nBaron nodded in agreement. “What kind of suits did you\n have?”\n“The best insulating suits ever made,” said Claney. “Each", "“I know. I was hoping you’d quit looking and chuck the\n whole idea.”\n“Quit looking!” Baron bent forward over the table. “My", "number. Across to the right was a group that Baron knew\n vaguely—Andean climbers, or at least two of them were. Over\n near the door he recognized old Balmer, who had mapped", "“At perihelion?”\n“Of course. When else?”\nThe grizzled man searched Baron’s face for a moment", "sulfur in the shadows were boiling like oatmeal over a campfire.”\nBaron licked his lips. His fingers stroked the cool, wet glass\n as he set it down on the tablecloth.", "“How about the Bugs?”\n“They were insulated, too, but we weren’t counting on\n them too much for protection.”\n“You weren’t!” Baron exclaimed. “Why not?”", "Crossing\nby Alan E. Nourse\nJAMES BARON was not pleased to hear that he had had\n a visitor when he reached the Red Lion that evening. He", "sleepy, almost indolent, but capable of abrupt alertness.\n And he never stood still; he was always moving, always doing\n something with his hands, or talking, or pacing about.", "no key to his age—he might have been thirty or a thousand—but\n he looked weary and immensely ugly. His cheeks and\n forehead were twisted and brown, with scars that were still", "with no judgment. The Major had both. He also had the kind\n of personality that could take a crew of wild men and\n make them work like a well-oiled machine across a thousand", "details\n. Where did your equipment fall down? Where did you\n miscalculate? What were the trouble spots?” Baron jabbed a" ], [ "It was the\nplanet\nthat whipped us, that and the\nSun\n. They’ll\n whip you, too, if you try it.”", "“That much!” he said. “Well, there can’t be much fat on\n you, at any rate. How do you take heat?”\n“You should know,” I said. “Venus was no icebox.”", "I whistled cautiously. “At aphelion?”\nHe threw his head back. “Why try a Crossing at aphelion?\n What have you done then? Four thousand miles of butcherous", "The Sun was already huge and yellow over the horizon\n when we started, twice the size it appears on Earth. Every day\n that Sun would grow bigger and whiter, and every day the", "did a good deal of the original mapping and surveying for\n the Colony there. I first met him on Venus; we spent five\n years together up there doing some of the nastiest exploring", "“At perihelion?”\n“Of course. When else?”\nThe grizzled man searched Baron’s face for a moment", "Mercury as the closest chunk of rock to the Sun that could\n hold his observatory. He’d chosen a good location, too. On", "I’d thought of it a thousand times and never dared consider\n it. Nobody had, since Wyatt and Carpenter disappeared. Mercury\n turns on its axis in the same time that it wheels around", "I wanted to be along.\nThe Twilight Lab, near the northern pole of Mercury, was the\n obvious jumping-off place. The setup there wasn’t very extensive—a", "well. There was an atmosphere and a constant atmospheric\n flow from Brightside to Darkside. Not much—the lighter gases\n had reached escape velocity and disappeared from Brightside", "a man can do that, he’s got Mercury. Until then,\nnobody’s\ngot\n Mercury. I want Mercury—but I’ll need help getting it.”", "face of the planet. Not enough for erosion, though. The craters\n rose up out of jagged gorges, huge towering spears of rock and", "far out that the detail dissolved into blurs on blow-up. They\n showed the biggest ranges of peaks and craters and faults, and\n that was all. Still, we could use them to plan a broad outline", "about it.” He leaned across me eagerly. “I want to make\n a Crossing at perihelion and I want to cross on the surface. If", "“That’s right. A hot trip.” He grinned at me. “Might be\n dangerous, too.”\n“What trip?”\n“Brightside of Mercury,” the Major said.", "surface would get hotter. But once we reached Center, the job\n was only half done—we would still have to travel another\n two thousand miles to the opposite twilight zone. Sanderson", "of Brightside. But in a couple of hours we rumbled past Sanderson’s\n little outpost observatory and the tracks stopped. We\n were in virgin territory and already the Sun was beginning to", "east. This range had shown no activity since the first landing\n on Mercury forty years before, but beyond it there were active\n cones. Yellow fumes rose from the craters constantly; their", "Yet we knew that even the land might have been conquered\n before, except for that Sun. We’d fought absolute cold before\n and won. We’d never fought heat like this and won. The only", "to wheel around.\nThe Major was counting on Sanderson knowing something\n about Mercury as well as the Sun when we camped at the Lab\n to make final preparations." ], [ "details\n. Where did your equipment fall down? Where did you\n miscalculate? What were the trouble spots?” Baron jabbed a", "“How about the Bugs?”\n“They were insulated, too, but we weren’t counting on\n them too much for protection.”\n“You weren’t!” Baron exclaimed. “Why not?”", "Baron stared at the man for a moment. “I see you can read\n telecasts,” he said coldly. “The news was correct. We are going\n to make a Brightside Crossing.”", "without expression. Then he said slowly, “No, I’m afraid you’re\n not going to make the Crossing.”\n“Say, who are you, if you don’t mind?” Baron demanded.", "got to know those things. If you can tell us, we can make\n it across where your attempt failed—”\n“You want to know why we failed?” asked Claney.", "“Never,” said Baron.\n“Let me tell you,” Peter Claney said.\nI’d been interested in the Brightside for almost as long as", "Claney shrugged. “I was there. I know what I’m saying. You\n can blame the equipment or the men—there were flaws in\n both quarters—but we just didn’t know what we were fighting.", "“Of course we want to know. We\nhave\nto know.”\n“It’s simple. We failed because it can’t be done. We couldn’t", "Stone and McIvers were thick as thieves, and everything was\n set for an early departure after we got some rest.\n“And that,” said Baron, finishing his drink and signaling", "next.”\nBaron nodded in agreement. “What kind of suits did you\n have?”\n“The best insulating suits ever made,” said Claney. “Each", "without justifying it.\nPresently a small, grizzled man crossed the room and sat\n down at Baron’s table. He was short and wiry. His face held", "Baron’s eyes were wide with excitement, all trace of anger\n gone. “Great balls of fire, man—\nwhere have you been hiding?\nWe’ve been trying to contact you for months!”", "do it and neither can you. No human beings will ever cross\n the Brightside alive, not if they try for centuries.”\n“Nonsense,” Baron declared. “We will.”", "“I know. I was hoping you’d quit looking and chuck the\n whole idea.”\n“Quit looking!” Baron bent forward over the table. “My", "“At perihelion?”\n“Of course. When else?”\nThe grizzled man searched Baron’s face for a moment", "eight.”\nNow Baron drummed his fingers on the table top, staring\n about the quiet lounge. Street trade was discouraged at the\n Red Lion, gently but persuasively; the patrons were few in", "pardons, Mr. Baron. The gentleman—he would leave no\n name. He said you’d want to see him. He will be back by\n eight.”", "number. Across to the right was a group that Baron knew\n vaguely—Andean climbers, or at least two of them were. Over\n near the door he recognized old Balmer, who had mapped", "We just didn’t quite end on schedule, that was all. But I’m\n getting to that.”\nHe settled back in his chair and continued.", "I think. I followed the news stories like a tri-V serial and then\n I was heartbroken when they just disappeared.\nI know now that they were a pair of idiots, starting off without" ], [ "Claney shrugged, glanced at the small quiet tables around\n them. “There are lots of bizarre personalities around a place\n like this, and some of the best wouldn’t seem to be the most", "Sanderson did. He thought we’d lost our minds and he said\n so, but he gave us all the help he could. He spent a week\n briefing Jack Stone, the third member of our party, who had", "I think. I followed the news stories like a tri-V serial and then\n I was heartbroken when they just disappeared.\nI know now that they were a pair of idiots, starting off without", "in hopes of getting a hop from there. He didn’t seem too upset\n about it, as though this were his usual way of doing things and\n he couldn’t see why everyone should get so excited.", "“No particular plans,” I told him. “Why?”\nHe looked me over. “How much do you weigh, Peter?”\nI told him one-thirty-five.", "the sort of guy who always had things figured a little further\n ahead than anyone else and always knew what to do in a tight\n place. Too many men in this game are all nerve and luck,", "“Not exactly. But Brightside is no place to count on luck.”\nThe Major laughed. “I don’t think we need to worry about\n McIvers. We understood each other when I talked up the", "“All right,” he said slowly. “Now that we’ve got it straight,\n let’s go.”\nIt was hot. If I forget everything else about that trek, I’ll", "with no judgment. The Major had both. He also had the kind\n of personality that could take a crew of wild men and\n make them work like a well-oiled machine across a thousand", "Baron stared at the man for a moment. “I see you can read\n telecasts,” he said coldly. “The news was correct. We are going\n to make a Brightside Crossing.”", "climber knows that everybody is safer in a party than one man\n alone—any time, any place.”\nMcIvers stared at him, his cheeks an angry red. Finally he", "liable to get awfully uneasy and none of them can\n ever give you an answer that makes sense. Anyway, Stone had\n borrowed three men from the Lab, and had the supplies and", "no key to his age—he might have been thirty or a thousand—but\n he looked weary and immensely ugly. His cheeks and\n forehead were twisted and brown, with scars that were still", "Too smoothly, it seemed to me, and the others seemed to\n think so, too.\nMcIvers’ restlessness was beginning to grate on our nerves.", "“That much!” he said. “Well, there can’t be much fat on\n you, at any rate. How do you take heat?”\n“You should know,” I said. “Venus was no icebox.”", "“I don’t care what we could save. We stay together. When\n we get to the Center, I want live men along with me. That\n means we stay within easy sight of each other at all times. Any", "Stone and McIvers were thick as thieves, and everything was\n set for an early departure after we got some rest.\n“And that,” said Baron, finishing his drink and signaling", "“The name is Claney,” said the stranger.\nThere was a silence. Then: “Claney?\nPeter\nClaney?”\n“That’s right.”", "eight.”\nNow Baron drummed his fingers on the table top, staring\n about the quiet lounge. Street trade was discouraged at the\n Red Lion, gently but persuasively; the patrons were few in", "without justifying it.\nPresently a small, grizzled man crossed the room and sat\n down at Baron’s table. He was short and wiry. His face held" ], [ "a man can do that, he’s got Mercury. Until then,\nnobody’s\ngot\n Mercury. I want Mercury—but I’ll need help getting it.”", "Mercury as the closest chunk of rock to the Sun that could\n hold his observatory. He’d chosen a good location, too. On", "I learned a lot about Mercury those first few driving periods.\n The gorge petered out after a hundred miles and we moved\n onto the slope of a range of ragged craters that ran south and", "I’d thought of it a thousand times and never dared consider\n it. Nobody had, since Wyatt and Carpenter disappeared. Mercury\n turns on its axis in the same time that it wheels around", "“That’s right. A hot trip.” He grinned at me. “Might be\n dangerous, too.”\n“What trip?”\n“Brightside of Mercury,” the Major said.", "I wanted to be along.\nThe Twilight Lab, near the northern pole of Mercury, was the\n obvious jumping-off place. The setup there wasn’t very extensive—a", "extreme. But with Mercury’s wobble, the twilight zone between\n Brightside and Darkside offers something closer to survival\n temperatures.", "east. This range had shown no activity since the first landing\n on Mercury forty years before, but beyond it there were active\n cones. Yellow fumes rose from the craters constantly; their", "Mercury, the Brightside temperature hits 770° F. at perihelion\n and the Darkside runs pretty constant at -410° F. No permanent\n installation with a human crew could survive at either", "“That much!” he said. “Well, there can’t be much fat on\n you, at any rate. How do you take heat?”\n“You should know,” I said. “Venus was no icebox.”", "about it.” He leaned across me eagerly. “I want to make\n a Crossing at perihelion and I want to cross on the surface. If", "It was the\nplanet\nthat whipped us, that and the\nSun\n. They’ll\n whip you, too, if you try it.”", "the Sun, which means that the Brightside is always facing in.\n That makes the Brightside of Mercury at perihelion the hottest\n place in the Solar System, with one single exception: the", "“At perihelion?”\n“Of course. When else?”\nThe grizzled man searched Baron’s face for a moment", "to wheel around.\nThe Major was counting on Sanderson knowing something\n about Mercury as well as the Sun when we camped at the Lab\n to make final preparations.", "face of the planet. Not enough for erosion, though. The craters\n rose up out of jagged gorges, huge towering spears of rock and", "I whistled cautiously. “At aphelion?”\nHe threw his head back. “Why try a Crossing at aphelion?\n What have you done then? Four thousand miles of butcherous", "heat, just to have some joker come along, use your data and\n drum you out of the glory by crossing at perihelion forty-four\n days later? No, thanks. I want the Brightside without any nonsense", "Center exactly at perihelion, the point of Mercury’s closest\n approach to the Sun—which made Center the hottest part of\n the planet at the hottest it ever gets.", "surface would get hotter. But once we reached Center, the job\n was only half done—we would still have to travel another\n two thousand miles to the opposite twilight zone. Sanderson" ], [ "said, “Have you heard anything from McIvers?”\n“Who’s he?” Stone wanted to know.\n“He’ll be joining us. He’s a good man—got quite a name", ", plenty\n worried. I kept thinking, better McIvers should go than me.\n It wasn’t healthy thinking and I knew it, but I couldn’t get the\n thought out of my mind.", "climber knows that everybody is safer in a party than one man\n alone—any time, any place.”\nMcIvers stared at him, his cheeks an angry red. Finally he", "for climbing, back home.” The Major turned to me. “You’ve\n probably heard of him.”\nI’d heard plenty of stories about Ted McIvers and I wasn’t", "end of an eight-hour trek.\nBut it took one of those side trips of McIvers’ to deliver the\n penultimate blow to our already fraying nerves. He had driven", "the waiter for another pair, “was your first big mistake.”\nPeter Claney raised his eyebrows. “McIvers?”\n“Of course.”", "Stone and McIvers were thick as thieves, and everything was\n set for an early departure after we got some rest.\n“And that,” said Baron, finishing his drink and signaling", "Too smoothly, it seemed to me, and the others seemed to\n think so, too.\nMcIvers’ restlessness was beginning to grate on our nerves.", "analysis, we were barely scraping the surface. The only way\n we would find out what was happening where was to be there.\nFinally, on the third day, McIvers blew in on a freight", "but we couldn’t sleep them off. We sat around looking\n at each other. Then McIvers would say how good a beer would\n taste, and off we’d go. We’d have murdered our grandmothers", "Major and McIvers crawling out behind me, their pillow tires\n taking the rugged floor of the gorge smoothly. Behind them,\n Stone dragged the sledges.", "Jack?”\nStone shrugged. “I don’t mind. Mac wanted—”\nMcIvers made an impatient gesture with his hands. “It", "to cut weight sharply and our time is short. Sanderson says\n we should leave in three days.”\nTwo days later, McIvers hadn’t arrived. The Major didn’t", "Peter along with me. Right?”\n“Sure, sure.” McIvers pulled at his lower lip. “Who’s going\n to do the advance scouting?”", "“Not exactly. But Brightside is no place to count on luck.”\nThe Major laughed. “I don’t think we need to worry about\n McIvers. We understood each other when I talked up the", "McIvers’ scheme for an advanced scout; more dangerous for\n the individual, maybe, but I was driving blind now and I didn’t\n like it.", "to the frame and wheels.”\nMcIvers shook his head. “No, I mean the\nadvance\nwork.", "down for you. Stone and I will flank you on either side, giving\n you a hundred-yard lead. McIvers, you’ll have the job of", "We’re going to hit Center together, and finish the Crossing together.\n Got that?”\nMcIvers nodded. Mikuta then looked at Stone and me and\n we nodded, too.", "with no judgment. The Major had both. He also had the kind\n of personality that could take a crew of wild men and\n make them work like a well-oiled machine across a thousand" ], [ "said, “Have you heard anything from McIvers?”\n“Who’s he?” Stone wanted to know.\n“He’ll be joining us. He’s a good man—got quite a name", ", plenty\n worried. I kept thinking, better McIvers should go than me.\n It wasn’t healthy thinking and I knew it, but I couldn’t get the\n thought out of my mind.", "end of an eight-hour trek.\nBut it took one of those side trips of McIvers’ to deliver the\n penultimate blow to our already fraying nerves. He had driven", "Stone and McIvers were thick as thieves, and everything was\n set for an early departure after we got some rest.\n“And that,” said Baron, finishing his drink and signaling", "climber knows that everybody is safer in a party than one man\n alone—any time, any place.”\nMcIvers stared at him, his cheeks an angry red. Finally he", "but we couldn’t sleep them off. We sat around looking\n at each other. Then McIvers would say how good a beer would\n taste, and off we’d go. We’d have murdered our grandmothers", "to cut weight sharply and our time is short. Sanderson says\n we should leave in three days.”\nTwo days later, McIvers hadn’t arrived. The Major didn’t", "the waiter for another pair, “was your first big mistake.”\nPeter Claney raised his eyebrows. “McIvers?”\n“Of course.”", "for climbing, back home.” The Major turned to me. “You’ve\n probably heard of him.”\nI’d heard plenty of stories about Ted McIvers and I wasn’t", "Jack?”\nStone shrugged. “I don’t mind. Mac wanted—”\nMcIvers made an impatient gesture with his hands. “It", "analysis, we were barely scraping the surface. The only way\n we would find out what was happening where was to be there.\nFinally, on the third day, McIvers blew in on a freight", "“Not exactly. But Brightside is no place to count on luck.”\nThe Major laughed. “I don’t think we need to worry about\n McIvers. We understood each other when I talked up the", "Peter along with me. Right?”\n“Sure, sure.” McIvers pulled at his lower lip. “Who’s going\n to do the advance scouting?”", "Too smoothly, it seemed to me, and the others seemed to\n think so, too.\nMcIvers’ restlessness was beginning to grate on our nerves.", "to the frame and wheels.”\nMcIvers shook his head. “No, I mean the\nadvance\nwork.", "Major and McIvers crawling out behind me, their pillow tires\n taking the rugged floor of the gorge smoothly. Behind them,\n Stone dragged the sledges.", "McIvers’ scheme for an advanced scout; more dangerous for\n the individual, maybe, but I was driving blind now and I didn’t\n like it.", "We’re going to hit Center together, and finish the Crossing together.\n Got that?”\nMcIvers nodded. Mikuta then looked at Stone and me and\n we nodded, too.", "down for you. Stone and I will flank you on either side, giving\n you a hundred-yard lead. McIvers, you’ll have the job of", "If there’s any doubt of safe passage, we’ll all explore ahead\n on foot before we risk the Bugs. Got that?”\nMcIvers and Stone exchanged glances. McIvers said: “Jack" ], [ "“That much!” he said. “Well, there can’t be much fat on\n you, at any rate. How do you take heat?”\n“You should know,” I said. “Venus was no icebox.”", "but we couldn’t sleep them off. We sat around looking\n at each other. Then McIvers would say how good a beer would\n taste, and off we’d go. We’d have murdered our grandmothers", "We were constantly, unceasingly thirsty. Ask the physiologists\n and psychiatrists why—they can give you have a dozen interesting\n reasons—but all we knew, or cared about, was that it", "happened to be so.\nWe didn’t sleep the first few stops, as a consequence. Our\n eyes burned in spite of the filters and we had roaring headaches,", "Evidently the Major decided not to press the issue of his\n arrival. There was still work to do, and an hour later we were\n running the final tests on the pressure suits. That evening,", "I figured that it would pass off after a while. I was apprehensive\n enough myself; I just managed to hide it better.\nAnd every mile the Sun got bigger and whiter and higher in", "“We’d be in and out of them too much. They gave us mobility\n and storage, but we knew we’d have to do a lot of\n forward work on foot.” Claney smiled bitterly. “Which meant", "that glaring Sun and the baked yellow rocks going past, and\n some nerve pathways got twisted up, somehow. We poured\n sweat as if we were in a superheated furnace.", "the challenge was so powerful you could almost feel it. No one\n had ever crossed this land before and escaped. Those who had\n tried it had been cruelly punished, but the land was still there,", "liable to get awfully uneasy and none of them can\n ever give you an answer that makes sense. Anyway, Stone had\n borrowed three men from the Lab, and had the supplies and", "It didn’t matter to me as long as he knew what he was getting\n in for. You don’t go asking people in this game why they do it—they’re", "“How about the Bugs?”\n“They were insulated, too, but we weren’t counting on\n them too much for protection.”\n“You weren’t!” Baron exclaimed. “Why not?”", "“All right,” he said slowly. “Now that we’ve got it straight,\n let’s go.”\nIt was hot. If I forget everything else about that trek, I’ll", "bite.\nWe didn’t\nfeel\nthe heat so much those first days out. We\nsaw", "doesn’t matter. I just feel better when I’m on the move. Does\n it make any difference?”\n“I guess it doesn’t,” said the Major. “Then you’ll flank", "in hopes of getting a hop from there. He didn’t seem too upset\n about it, as though this were his usual way of doing things and\n he couldn’t see why everyone should get so excited.", "Yet we knew that even the land might have been conquered\n before, except for that Sun. We’d fought absolute cold before\n and won. We’d never fought heat like this and won. The only", "“Go on,” he said tautly. “You started on schedule?”\n“Oh, yes,” said Claney, “we started on schedule, all right.", "no key to his age—he might have been thirty or a thousand—but\n he looked weary and immensely ugly. His cheeks and\n forehead were twisted and brown, with scars that were still", "reliable at first glance. Anyway, personality problems weren’t\n our big problem right then.\nEquipment\nworried us first and\nroute\nnext.”" ], [ "reliable at first glance. Anyway, personality problems weren’t\n our big problem right then.\nEquipment\nworried us first and\nroute\nnext.”", "“We’d be in and out of them too much. They gave us mobility\n and storage, but we knew we’d have to do a lot of\n forward work on foot.” Claney smiled bitterly. “Which meant", "liable to get awfully uneasy and none of them can\n ever give you an answer that makes sense. Anyway, Stone had\n borrowed three men from the Lab, and had the supplies and", "He talked too much, while we were resting or while we were\n driving; wisecracks, witticisms, unfunny jokes that wore thin\n with repetition. He took to making side trips from the route", "Too smoothly, it seemed to me, and the others seemed to\n think so, too.\nMcIvers’ restlessness was beginning to grate on our nerves.", "details\n. Where did your equipment fall down? Where did you\n miscalculate? What were the trouble spots?” Baron jabbed a", "but we couldn’t sleep them off. We sat around looking\n at each other. Then McIvers would say how good a beer would\n taste, and off we’d go. We’d have murdered our grandmothers", "so it had to be crossed. Not the easy way. It had to be crossed\n the hardest way possible: overland, through anything the land\n could throw up to us, at the most difficult time possible.", "We just didn’t quite end on schedule, that was all. But I’m\n getting to that.”\nHe settled back in his chair and continued.", "“Go on,” he said tautly. “You started on schedule?”\n“Oh, yes,” said Claney, “we started on schedule, all right.", "end of an eight-hour trek.\nBut it took one of those side trips of McIvers’ to deliver the\n penultimate blow to our already fraying nerves. He had driven", "Claney shrugged. “I was there. I know what I’m saying. You\n can blame the equipment or the men—there were flaws in\n both quarters—but we just didn’t know what we were fighting.", "We were constantly, unceasingly thirsty. Ask the physiologists\n and psychiatrists why—they can give you have a dozen interesting\n reasons—but all we knew, or cared about, was that it", "happened to be so.\nWe didn’t sleep the first few stops, as a consequence. Our\n eyes burned in spite of the filters and we had roaring headaches,", "say much about it. Stone was getting edgy and so was I. We\n spent the second day studying charts of the Brightside, such as\n they were. The best available were pretty poor, taken from so", "with no judgment. The Major had both. He also had the kind\n of personality that could take a crew of wild men and\n make them work like a well-oiled machine across a thousand", "It was a grueling eight hours and we slept poorly. Back in\n the Bug again, we moved still more slowly—edging out on a\n broad flat plateau, dodging a network of gaping surface cracks—winding", "It looked the same, but every now and then it\nfelt\ndifferent.\n On two occasions I felt my wheels spin, with a howl of protest", "in hopes of getting a hop from there. He didn’t seem too upset\n about it, as though this were his usual way of doing things and\n he couldn’t see why everyone should get so excited.", "that glaring Sun and the baked yellow rocks going past, and\n some nerve pathways got twisted up, somehow. We poured\n sweat as if we were in a superheated furnace." ] ]

[ "How didn't the article compare gambling to smoking cigarettes?", "What isn't the gambling industry willing to do?", "What is not something the article mentioned?", "What is a theme that could be taken from this text?", "Who wasn't in support of more gambling regulations?", "What did the gambling industry hope people saw when they came to Vegas?", "Who would the gambling industry least want to hear speak at their meeting?", "Which word least describes Tom Grey?", "What is the overall tone of the passage?" ]

[ [ "they both target youth", "it's a vice being exploited", "they both have huge financial lobbyists", "they're both very addictive" ], [ "regulate online gambling", "donate money for gambling-addiction research", "donate money to improve other areas of Las Vegas", "change their term to \"gaming\"" ], [ "internet gambling is something the commission may regulate heavier", "the gambling industry is funding political campaigns", "states are allowing more methods of gambling to happen", "the commission's research on the benefits of gambling taxes" ], [ "enough money can make anything happen", "it's important to see all sides of the story", "good always triumphs over evil", "if you stand for what you believe, you will win" ], [ "Kay Coles James", "Otis Harris", "Frank Fahrenkopf", "Tom Grey" ], [ "an innocent, happy entertainment center", "a huge money-making development", "the \"other side\" of Las Vegas", "a place where unions aren't needed" ], [ "a Nevada senator", "a \"narrow\"", "a Latina housekeeper", "a union representative" ], [ "straightforward", "jaded", "passionate", "persistent" ], [ "sympathetic", "optimistic", "hopeless", "vengeful" ] ]

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[ [ "The antis, meanwhile, cry that gambling is like cigarettes: unsafe for kids, viciously addictive, deceptively marketed, unhealthy, expensive, and unacceptable unless mightily regulated.", "In short, it will treat gambling as a tobaccolike vice.", "industry will happily endorse such a report. Gamblers don't quite", "concede that gambling was like alcohol--but they're happy to sign", "can call gambling \"tobacco.\" They can call it \"vice.\"", "quite accept the cigarette analogy--though commission member Bill Bible, a", "to demonize wagering as a pernicious tobaccolike vice. In", "But it can't, because the gambling industry has become so", "against gambling. Instead it will opt for small, targeted policies,", "policies, concentrating on compulsive gambling. It will probably propose that", "In yesterday's dispatch, gambling's foes learn the folly of", "Gambling's would-be", "gambling. The Narrows are thin and generally disapprove of it.", "The setting has, as the pro-gambling folks no doubt hoped,", "Talk about quick defeats: The first sign I see outside the MGM Grand ballroom all but declares that the National Gambling Impact Study Commission has already lost. The sign reads: \"National Gaming Impact Study Commission.\"", "gambling marketing, and gambling credit practices. It is tough slogging,", "called \"retail gaming.\" People who own casinos are not \"casino", "addiction. Similarly, the commission will try to reduce gamblers' access", "the last eight years evangelizing against gambling. He founded the", "Coles James, a Christian conservative and skeptic of gambling, opens" ], [ "industry will happily endorse such a report. Gamblers don't quite", "But it can't, because the gambling industry has become so", "gambling industry has become so powerful that it's politically untouchable.", "The gambling industry", "The antis, meanwhile, cry that gambling is like cigarettes: unsafe for kids, viciously addictive, deceptively marketed, unhealthy, expensive, and unacceptable unless mightily regulated.", "the gambling industry shills, agrees that Internet gambling is evil", "and that the industry exploits problem gamblers by allowing them", "The setting has, as the pro-gambling folks no doubt hoped,", "Coalition Against Gambling Expansion, tacitly recognizing that gambling is", "concede that gambling was like alcohol--but they're happy to sign", "In short, it will treat gambling as a tobaccolike vice.", "Gambling's would-be", "The pro-gambling folks will win credit for cooperating, without having", "casinos. They show me all the evidence of gambling blight", "gambling marketing, and gambling credit practices. It is tough slogging,", "industry and Las Vegas' pro-gambling media quaked in anticipation", "Talk about quick defeats: The first sign I see outside the MGM Grand ballroom all but declares that the National Gambling Impact Study Commission has already lost. The sign reads: \"National Gaming Impact Study Commission.\"", "against gambling. Instead it will opt for small, targeted policies,", "fund research into pathological gambling. I suspect that the industry", "In yesterday's dispatch, gambling's foes learn the folly of" ], [ "There are also", "If the comments", "industry will happily endorse such a report. Gamblers don't quite", "anything except make recommendations.\" This sets the mood for most", "So the", "(Pause for an", "It is gaudy testimony that consumers, at least, have no", "quite accept the cigarette analogy--though commission member Bill Bible, a", "The commission won't (and can't) take any grand stand against", "\"My goodness, no", "Because it provides superb cover for them. It medicalizes the", "having to do anything that really hurts. The last national", "abnormality rather than industry machination. Likewise, cracking down on", "pointed out to me, \"Indian country\" is a common phrase", "a speech critical of Indian casinos. As several readers pointed", "has had at least one audible effect on the National", "being insufficiently regulated and taxed. One tribal chief I spoke", "During the last", "the while, they keep up a patter about how terrible", "behind the commission's creation. (Grey, in a rare acknowledgement" ], [ "its place. He who controls language controls ideas, and at", "If the comments", "(Pause for an", "So the", "An Apology", "There are also", "evil and should be destroyed. Everyone agrees to this because", "The setting has, as the pro-gambling folks no doubt hoped,", "them, it must be said, are getting paid to do", "grim and mostly persuasive. Still, when we turn back on", "Because it provides superb cover for them. It medicalizes the", "anything except make recommendations.\" This sets the mood for most", "Judging by", "He and his", "the while, they keep up a patter about how terrible", "for People in a shepherd's robe. He says \"I", "for months, hoping to use them to demonstrate the might", "tells me. The industry's political clout has emasculated the", "They can call it \"a big red balloon\" for all", "having to do anything that really hurts. The last national" ], [ "hoped, stunned some of the gambling opponents. I asked one", "Coles James, a Christian conservative and skeptic of gambling, opens", "The setting has, as the pro-gambling folks no doubt hoped,", "The antis, meanwhile, cry that gambling is like cigarettes: unsafe for kids, viciously addictive, deceptively marketed, unhealthy, expensive, and unacceptable unless mightily regulated.", "In yesterday's dispatch, gambling's foes learn the folly of", "industry will happily endorse such a report. Gamblers don't quite", "Coalition Against Gambling Expansion, tacitly recognizing that gambling is", "also a fair share of gleeful gambling regulators, bookmakers, and", "the last eight years evangelizing against gambling. He founded the", "against gambling. Instead it will opt for small, targeted policies,", "The pro-gambling folks will win credit for cooperating, without having", "gambling was confined to Las Vegas and Atlantic City. It", "with pro-lottery Democrats. The gambling industry spent more than", "Family's James Dobson, the commission's leading gambling opponent, tells", "heavily influenced by gambling money. Almost all the leaders of", "Kay Coles James, a gambling skeptic, succumbs to the hideous", "gambling. The Narrows are thin and generally disapprove of it.", "But it can't, because the gambling industry has become so", "Gambling's would-be", "industry and Las Vegas' pro-gambling media quaked in anticipation" ], [ "industry and Las Vegas' pro-gambling media quaked in anticipation", "The setting has, as the pro-gambling folks no doubt hoped,", "Vegas, the euphemizers reign. Once upon a time, the casino", "In Las Vegas, under the thrilling lights of the Strip,", "succeeded, because Vegas is still the dominant image of American", "Las Vegas, where there's opportunity!\" I moved here, landed a", "\"casino owners,\" they are \"gaming visionaries.\" Pathological gamblers are", "In Las Vegas,", "of Las Vegas. \"Behind the Mirage,\" they call it. For", "hoped, stunned some of the gambling opponents. I asked one", "Vegas types, whose Strip palaces scramble casinos, theaters, restaurants,", "gambling was confined to Las Vegas and Atlantic City. It", "might and sanctity and goodness of the Nevada gambling industry.", "industry will happily endorse such a report. Gamblers don't quite", "Vegas what she thinks of it. She could only blurt", "Talk about quick defeats: The first sign I see outside the MGM Grand ballroom all but declares that the National Gambling Impact Study Commission has already lost. The sign reads: \"National Gaming Impact Study Commission.\"", "casinos. They show me all the evidence of gambling blight", "leaders, it was supposed to be Vegas' nemesis. The industry", "The gambling industry", "hideous Vegas euphemism: She begins referring to the \"gaming" ], [ "industry will happily endorse such a report. Gamblers don't quite", "the last eight years evangelizing against gambling. He founded the", "Talk about quick defeats: The first sign I see outside the MGM Grand ballroom all but declares that the National Gambling Impact Study Commission has already lost. The sign reads: \"National Gaming Impact Study Commission.\"", "But it can't, because the gambling industry has become so", "The antis, meanwhile, cry that gambling is like cigarettes: unsafe for kids, viciously addictive, deceptively marketed, unhealthy, expensive, and unacceptable unless mightily regulated.", "industry and Las Vegas' pro-gambling media quaked in anticipation", "In yesterday's dispatch, gambling's foes learn the folly of", "the gambling industry shills, agrees that Internet gambling is evil", "Coles James, a Christian conservative and skeptic of gambling, opens", "Kay Coles James, a gambling skeptic, succumbs to the hideous", "The setting has, as the pro-gambling folks no doubt hoped,", "hoped, stunned some of the gambling opponents. I asked one", "Family's James Dobson, the commission's leading gambling opponent, tells", "Gambling's would-be", "gambling industry has become so powerful that it's politically untouchable.", "gambling marketing, and gambling credit practices. It is tough slogging,", "The gambling industry", "Frank Fahrenkopf, the industry's top lobbyist (who is paid", "and that the industry exploits problem gamblers by allowing them", "here. He is committing the cardinal sin of Vegas. All" ], [ "opponent, the Rev. Tom Grey. Grey is utterly irrepressible. A", "A Vietnam rifleman turned Methodist minister, Grey has spent the", "behind the commission's creation. (Grey, in a rare acknowledgement", "grim and mostly persuasive. Still, when we turn back on", "too avaricious, to describe their fair business. So \"gambling\"", "emerald light, I realize why Grey's task is hopeless here.", "for People in a shepherd's robe. He says \"I", "anything except make recommendations.\" This sets the mood for most", "He and his", "is here to stay.) He is a genial motormouth and", "Coles James, a Christian conservative and skeptic of gambling, opens", "its place. He who controls language controls ideas, and at", "It's very grim", "hideous Vegas euphemism: She begins referring to the \"gaming", "An Apology", "phrase in the West and has no derogatory connotations. I'm", "(Pause for an", "the while, they keep up a patter about how terrible", "hoped, stunned some of the gambling opponents. I asked one", "gambling. The Narrows are thin and generally disapprove of it." ], [ "grim and mostly persuasive. Still, when we turn back on", "anything except make recommendations.\" This sets the mood for most", "(Pause for an", "--I saw them), holds forth cheerfully outside the ballroom, celebrating", "the while, they keep up a patter about how terrible", "It's very grim", "So the", "The setting has, as the pro-gambling folks no doubt hoped,", "is here to stay.) He is a genial motormouth and", "An Apology", "If the comments", "Judging by", "opponent, the Rev. Tom Grey. Grey is utterly irrepressible. A", "evil and should be destroyed. Everyone agrees to this because", "Tuesday's overpowering", "its place. He who controls language controls ideas, and at", "There are also", "for People in a shepherd's robe. He says \"I", "and shameless promoter of the cause. He wears a gigantic", "He and his" ] ]

[ "What kind of relationship does the third mate have with his wife?", "What is the relationship between the priest and the captain, in terms of their jobs?", "What would have happened had the captain not married Wanda?", "Why does everyone seem interested in Jane?", "What is the first mate trying to express when he says \"You all want me ta die uv old age\"?", "What does Harry think about his wife's request to talk to the priest?", "How does Nestir feel about someone having killed her own child?" ]

[ [ "He is extremely obsessed with her and has no intent of letting her change husbands", "He is torn between his relationship with her and his relationship with Wanda, but wants to be loyal", "He doesn't feel strongly and is mostly using her as a pawn to trade for the wife he really wants", "He wants what is best for her, and is dedicated to supporting her in everything she asks for" ], [ "The priest is held in higher esteem and has the nicest living arrangements", "The captain is in charge of the ship, but he allows the priest to make cultural decisions", "The priest is very bitter at the captain's control and is always very cautious around him", "They don't respect each other, but thankfully do not need to interact much as they oversee separate operations" ], [ "Jane would have been upset with Harry for ruining her plan", "The priest would have been happy that Wanda remained unmarried", "The priest would not have been able to eventually end up with Jane", "Wanda would have had to marry Harry instead" ], [ "The crew is always interested in what Harry has, and he is married to her", "There is not enough information to say for certain", "She is known as the most attractive woman on the ship", "She is the best at doing her duty, so she is sought after as a wife" ], [ "He's grumbling because he hates his job and knows he doesn't want to do it forever", "Only the most important members of the society die of old age and he does not want that responsibility", "If he dies of old age, that means he will not be rewarded when he passes ", "If he dies of old age, that means he'll be around without a lot of his friends, and he doesn't want that" ], [ "Harry thinks it's a great idea for his wife to become the priest's wife, because then he'll have an in with the officials", "Harry is very upset because he doesn't want to trade his wife for anyone, no matter what", "Harry runs with it so that he can get what he wants in the Changing of the Wives", "Harry is indifferent, but doesn't think the priest would want to marry her anyway" ], [ "He is disappointed by how it occured, but unbothered by the act in general", "He is more worried about the intent behind the act than the act itself", "As a religious leader, he is baffled that anyone would want to do that", "He is personally indifferent, but legally has to reprimand the woman for such an act" ] ]

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[ [ "\"He had a very pretty wife,\" the third mate said.", "\"I certainly hope so,\" the third mate said. \"Jane worries about it all\n the time.\"\n\n\n \"I do not,\" Jane contradicted.\n\n\n \"Now, honey, you know you do so.\"", "\"Oh, not at all,\" the third mate's wife said. \"I did it to make him\n stop crying.\"\n\n\n \"Well, in that case, I see no reason why he shouldn't get his Reward.\"", "The third mate, whose name was Harry, stood before the mirror combing\n his hair. He had been combing his hair for the last fifteen minutes.\n\n\n \"I suppose the crew is celebrating?\" his wife said.", "\"This problem of Carstar interests me,\" the third mate said. \"Did I\n ever tell you about my wife? She strangled our second baby.\"\n\n\n \"He was a very annoying child,\" his wife said.", "\"Oh, very,\" said the steward.\n\n\n \"I don't know,\" the second mate's wife said, \"whether you better count\n on my husband or not. I have my own plans for him.\"", "The third mate turned triumphantly to the first mate. \"There, I told\n you so.\"", "\"Listen,\" the third mate said, \"the second's right. If you don't sign\n it, someone will have to do without a woman.\"", "\"I'll call you when I'm through,\" said Harry.\n\n\n The captain left the room.\n\n\n \"It's about Wanda, Father,\" said the third mate.", "The crewman closed the door after him.\nHe had been gone only a moment, scarcely time for Nestir to get\n properly launched on his account, when Harry, the third mate, knocked\n on the door and was admitted.", "\"Say. Harry. Do you suppose your wife would...?\"\nHarry crossed to the second mate and put a hand on his shoulder.", "\"I never thought of that,\" said the third mate disconsolately.", "\"There wouldn't be one short if\nhe\nhad brought a wife,\" the first\n mate's wife said, looking squarely at the captain.", "\"But it wasn't at all bloody,\" the wife of the second mate said. \"I\n scarcely think he felt it at all. It happened too fast.\"", "\"He probably wouldn't have lived, anyway,\" the third mate said. \"Puny\n baby.\"", "When the third mate saw that his opinion on the wine was not\n immediately to be justified, he settled back in his chair with a little\n sigh of disapproval.", "\"You'll spoil the flavor, shaking it that way,\" the third mate\n cautioned. He was particularly fond of that year.", "\"Yes,\" said the second mate's wife. \"I remember that. I read about it\n in the newspapers.\"", "\"Quite touchy today,\" Nestir observed.\n\n\n \"By the way,\" the third mate said. \"Wanda gave me a petition to give to\n you, Father.\"\n\n\n \"Wanda?\"", "\"Very probably,\" he said sadly.\n\n\n \"I don't think hit'll do hit,\" the first mate said. \"He hain't shook\n hard enough to matter.\"" ], [ "\"Oh? Good morning, Captain. I didn't know you were here.\" Then, to the\n priest: \"I'll come back later, Father.\"\n\n\n \"Nonsense,\" said the captain. \"Come in.\"", "was studiously ignoring the crew. This confined his field of vision to\n the left half of the recreation area. While the priest stood before the\n speaker's rostrum waiting for silence, the captain reached back with", "The captain said, \"Oh, don't be unreasonable, Father. After all, this\n is a ship, y'know. And I am, after all, the captain.\"", "\"Very well, Father,\" the captain said after several minutes. \"I will do\n it.\"", "\"You're simply going to have to stop carrying that doll around with you\n if you want to be an adult.\"\nIn Nestir's cabin the next morning, the captain and the priest held a\n conference.", "\"Here comes the priest. Now, be still.\"", "\"Yes, my son? Come in.\"\n\n\n \"Thank you, Father. Good morning, Captain, sir.\"", "\"But because he came to me and said, 'Father, I am weary of sailing,'\n I went to the captain, and I said, 'Captain, the men are weary of\n sailing.'", "\"I'll call you when I'm through,\" said Harry.\n\n\n The captain left the room.\n\n\n \"It's about Wanda, Father,\" said the third mate.", "\"Well, I had hoped to see the Father for a minute on ... private\n business.\"\n\n\n \"I have to be toddling along,\" said the captain.", "\"That's just what I wanted to see you about, Father,\" the crewman said.\n \"Now, in my city state of Ni, for the Festivals, we....\"\n\n\n \"Shut up,\" said the captain softly.", "\"She's so young....\"\n\n\n \"Sixteen, Father.\"\n\n\n \"After all, one must have done some duty,\" the captain said.", "\"If you'll excuse me, Father, I really should return to duty,\" said the\n crewman.\n\n\n \"Quite all right, my son. Close the door after you.\"", "At that moment, he lost interest in his wife and leaned across the\n table toward the captain, \"Well?\" he asked.\n\n\n The captain rolled the wine over his tongue. \"You were right, of\n course.\"", "\"And then the captain said: 'All right, Father,' he said, 'I will set\n the day for the Festival of the Casting Off!'\"", "\"Justice is a priestly virtue,\" Harry said.\n\n\n \"And you really think your wife would...?\"\n\n\n \"Oh, yes, Father.\"", "\"Sit down, Captain,\" said Nestir, when the captain entered. \"No. Over\n there, in the comfortable chair. There. Are you comfortable, Captain?\"\n\n\n \"Of course I am.\"", "\"Oh, really, now. Now. Duty, duty,\" the captain reprimanded him mildly.", "\"You tell 'im!\" someone said from two rows behind him.\nThe captain, in the officer's section, sat very straight and tall. He", "\"I say. Have you decided on this Carstar thing yet, Father?\"\n\n\n The little priest looked up. He laid his knife across the rim of his\n plate. \"It has ramifications,\" he said." ], [ "\"There wouldn't be one short if\nhe\nhad brought a wife,\" the first\n mate's wife said, looking squarely at the captain.", "At that moment, he lost interest in his wife and leaned across the\n table toward the captain, \"Well?\" he asked.\n\n\n The captain rolled the wine over his tongue. \"You were right, of\n course.\"", "\"I'll call you when I'm through,\" said Harry.\n\n\n The captain left the room.\n\n\n \"It's about Wanda, Father,\" said the third mate.", "\"Husband,\" Wanda said simply. She closed the door behind her and stood\n staring at him.", "\"I don't like 'em anyway,\" said Wanda.\n\n\n \"Madam,\" said the captain, \"kindly bring me that.\"\n\n\n \"This?\"", "\"Well, then, say the first day of Wenslaus, that would be—ah, a\n Zentahday—I may depend upon you to wed Wanda Miller, the bosun's\n daughter, yes?\"", "\"Oh, very,\" said the steward.\n\n\n \"I don't know,\" the second mate's wife said, \"whether you better count\n on my husband or not. I have my own plans for him.\"", "leave that to me. I assure you, I have in mind a most ingenious\n method.\"\nThe captain was not visibly cheered; he was still brooding about the", "\"Now, dear,\" said Joanne Marie, \"the captain can hear ya, if you're\n gonna talk so loud.\"", "\"Yes. She's sixteen, now.\"\n\n\n \"Wanda who?\" the steward asked.\n\n\n \"Wanda Miller, the bosun's daughter.\"", "\"No,\" said the captain.\n\n\n \"Come now, sir. I realize she is the daughter of a crewman, but—\"", "The captain twisted the bottle savagely, and the cork came free with a\n little pop. He removed the cork from between his teeth, placed it very\n carefully beside his fork, and poured himself a full glass of the wine.", "The captain picked up the glass, brought it toward his lips—then,\n suddenly having thought of something, he put it back down and turned to\n Nestir.", "\"I don't know, yet. He's thinking about it. That's why I want to see\n you. He's going to check your record. And Wanda?\"\n\n\n \"Them stars shore are purty.\"", "\"Oh? Good morning, Captain. I didn't know you were here.\" Then, to the\n priest: \"I'll come back later, Father.\"\n\n\n \"Nonsense,\" said the captain. \"Come in.\"", "\"All right, so I am. But it's true. And if Carstar hadn't been killed,\n there would have been two short.\" She shot a wicked glance at Nestir.\n \"Why don't you and him share a woman—\"", "\"It seems to me that the whole thing would depend on the intent of the\n strangler.\"\n\n\n \"Captain,\" the steward said, \"you really must let me give you some of\n that salve.\"", "The second mate blew another smoke ring.\n\n\n \"Well,\" Harry said.\n\n\n \"Uh. Harry? Are you really going to take that Wanda girl?\"", "\"Say. Harry. Do you suppose your wife would...?\"\nHarry crossed to the second mate and put a hand on his shoulder.", "\"This problem of Carstar interests me,\" the third mate said. \"Did I\n ever tell you about my wife? She strangled our second baby.\"\n\n\n \"He was a very annoying child,\" his wife said." ], [ "\"Probably.\"\n\n\n \"She's a lot of fun.\"\n\n\n He brushed at his hair again. \"Who do you want, Jane?\"", "\"I certainly hope so,\" the third mate said. \"Jane worries about it all\n the time.\"\n\n\n \"I do not,\" Jane contradicted.\n\n\n \"Now, honey, you know you do so.\"", "\"He wants you to sign it so he can take her in the Changing of the\n Wives,\" Jane said.\n\n\n Nestir fidgeted uncomfortably. \"Well, I'll look at her record,\" he\n said.", "\"Actually, in a way, it would be her duty to, you see. Think of it like\n that: as her way to do her duty.\"\n\n\n \"She's too young for you, dear,\" Jane said to her husband.", "\"Well, I mean, it's not only about Wanda,\" said Harry. \"You see, my\n wife, Jane, that is....\"\n\n\n \"Yes?\" said the priest. He took his pen out of the holder.", "Nestir bobbed his shiny head at them and beamed his cherubic smile. And\n noticed that there was a little blonde, one of the crewmen's wives, in\n the front row that had very cute ankles.", "\"But she\ndoes\nhave three children.\"\n\n\n \"I mean about her looking at you.\"\n\n\n \"Oh.\"\n\n\n Harry fiddled with his tie without speaking.", "At that moment, he lost interest in his wife and leaned across the\n table toward the captain, \"Well?\" he asked.\n\n\n The captain rolled the wine over his tongue. \"You were right, of\n course.\"", "\"Now, don't you think I don't know that. Every one of you—every\n blessed one of you—is weary of sailing. I know that as well as I know\n my own name, yes.", "\"Oh, very,\" said the steward.\n\n\n \"I don't know,\" the second mate's wife said, \"whether you better count\n on my husband or not. I have my own plans for him.\"", "\"And with your permission, Father....\"\n\n\n \"Ah....\"\n\n\n \"She's a very pretty woman.\"\n\n\n \"Ah.... Quite so.\"", "Everyone but Joanne Marie's husband cheered. He sat glumly muttering to\n himself.", "\"This problem of Carstar interests me,\" the third mate said. \"Did I\n ever tell you about my wife? She strangled our second baby.\"\n\n\n \"He was a very annoying child,\" his wife said.", "\"No,\" he said. \"That's nonsense, Jane. Sheer nonsense. You know what\n the priest said.\"\n\n\n He polished one of his brass buttons with the sleeve of his coat.", "\"No, Harry. I mean it. Helen looked at me strangely all through dinner.\n She has three children, you know.\"\n\n\n \"You're imagining things.\"", "\"Oh, I don't know.\" She looked down at her legs, raised them up from\n the floor and held them out in front of her. \"I think I'd kind of like", "He swiveled around. \"Oh, hello, Wanda, honey.\"\n\n\n \"Hello, Haireee. Are you glad little ol' me could come, huh?\"\n\n\n \"Sure am.\"", "\"I know her,\" Helen said.\n\n\n \"She's the oldest child on the ship, and she wants you to sign her\n adult petition so she can be in the Festival, Father.\"", "\"Quite touchy today,\" Nestir observed.\n\n\n \"By the way,\" the third mate said. \"Wanda gave me a petition to give to\n you, Father.\"\n\n\n \"Wanda?\"", "\"Huh-uh.\"\n\n\n \"I mean, why don't you pick someone else? Like Mary? She's awful sweet.\n I'll bet she'd be better.\"" ], [ "\"Duty! Duty! Duty! You all ur in a conspiracy. You all want me ta die\n uv old age.\"", "The first mate shrugged. \"I never do say nothin' right,\" he said. \"I", "\"I certainly hope so,\" the third mate said. \"Jane worries about it all\n the time.\"\n\n\n \"I do not,\" Jane contradicted.\n\n\n \"Now, honey, you know you do so.\"", "\"Very probably,\" he said sadly.\n\n\n \"I don't think hit'll do hit,\" the first mate said. \"He hain't shook\n hard enough to matter.\"", "\"Now, don't you think I don't know that. Every one of you—every\n blessed one of you—is weary of sailing. I know that as well as I know\n my own name, yes.", "The first mate nodded sagely.", "The third mate turned triumphantly to the first mate. \"There, I told\n you so.\"", "\"But because he came to me and said, 'Father, I am weary of sailing,'\n I went to the captain, and I said, 'Captain, the men are weary of\n sailing.'", "The second mate had been trying to get a word in edgewise for several\n minutes; he finally succeeded by utilizing the temporary silence\n following the captain's outburst.", "\"Say. Harry. Do you suppose your wife would...?\"\nHarry crossed to the second mate and put a hand on his shoulder.", "The third mate, whose name was Harry, stood before the mirror combing\n his hair. He had been combing his hair for the last fifteen minutes.\n\n\n \"I suppose the crew is celebrating?\" his wife said.", "The second mate took out a cigarette and lit it. \"Can't blow the ship\n up, you know. Look like hell on the record. Hope the captain don't find\n out about it, though. He'll figure the man was neglecting his duty.\"", "\"Quite right,\" said the captain. \"You ought to be proud.\"\nThe first mate slammed his napkin in the middle of his food and stalked\n out of the mess hall.", "\"Oh, not at all,\" the third mate's wife said. \"I did it to make him\n stop crying.\"\n\n\n \"Well, in that case, I see no reason why he shouldn't get his Reward.\"", "\"This problem of Carstar interests me,\" the third mate said. \"Did I\n ever tell you about my wife? She strangled our second baby.\"\n\n\n \"He was a very annoying child,\" his wife said.", "\"Oh, very,\" said the steward.\n\n\n \"I don't know,\" the second mate's wife said, \"whether you better count\n on my husband or not. I have my own plans for him.\"", "\"He probably wouldn't have lived, anyway,\" the third mate said. \"Puny\n baby.\"", "\"There wouldn't be one short if\nhe\nhad brought a wife,\" the first\n mate's wife said, looking squarely at the captain.", "\"You'll spoil the flavor, shaking it that way,\" the third mate\n cautioned. He was particularly fond of that year.", "\"I don't see why we have to be here,\" a crewman said. \"He ain't liable\n to say anything.\"\n\n\n \"He shore better,\" the man in front of him said loudly." ], [ "\"Justice is a priestly virtue,\" Harry said.\n\n\n \"And you really think your wife would...?\"\n\n\n \"Oh, yes, Father.\"", "\"Well, I mean, it's not only about Wanda,\" said Harry. \"You see, my\n wife, Jane, that is....\"\n\n\n \"Yes?\" said the priest. He took his pen out of the holder.", "She walked to the bed and sat down. \"Harry?\"\n\n\n \"Yes, dear?\"\n\n\n \"Don't you really think she's awful young?\"", "\"I'll mention it to him.\"\n\n\n \"Would you really, Harry? That would be sweet.\"\n\n\n \"Sure, honey.\" He looked down at his watch.", "\"Say. Harry. Do you suppose your wife would...?\"\nHarry crossed to the second mate and put a hand on his shoulder.", "\"I'll call you when I'm through,\" said Harry.\n\n\n The captain left the room.\n\n\n \"It's about Wanda, Father,\" said the third mate.", "was studiously ignoring the crew. This confined his field of vision to\n the left half of the recreation area. While the priest stood before the\n speaker's rostrum waiting for silence, the captain reached back with", "\"But she\ndoes\nhave three children.\"\n\n\n \"I mean about her looking at you.\"\n\n\n \"Oh.\"\n\n\n Harry fiddled with his tie without speaking.", "\"Oh? Good morning, Captain. I didn't know you were here.\" Then, to the\n priest: \"I'll come back later, Father.\"\n\n\n \"Nonsense,\" said the captain. \"Come in.\"", "\"No,\" he said. \"That's nonsense, Jane. Sheer nonsense. You know what\n the priest said.\"\n\n\n He polished one of his brass buttons with the sleeve of his coat.", "Nestir blushed. \"I'll look it over very carefully, but you must realize\n that the priestcraft....\"", "\"I say. Have you decided on this Carstar thing yet, Father?\"\n\n\n The little priest looked up. He laid his knife across the rim of his\n plate. \"It has ramifications,\" he said.", "The crewman closed the door after him.\nHe had been gone only a moment, scarcely time for Nestir to get\n properly launched on his account, when Harry, the third mate, knocked\n on the door and was admitted.", "\"Here comes the priest. Now, be still.\"", "\"Harry?\"\n\n\n \"Yes?\"\n\n\n \"I don't think all that is necessary just to go on duty.\"\n\n\n \"Probably not.\"", "\"And with your permission, Father....\"\n\n\n \"Ah....\"\n\n\n \"She's a very pretty woman.\"\n\n\n \"Ah.... Quite so.\"", "The priest studied the table top. He rearranged some papers. \"Ah, yes.\n The young girl.\"", "\"Ah,\" he said.\n\n\n He returned to the bed and sat down.\n\n\n \"Can'tcha even say hello ta little ol' me, huh?\" she asked.", "\"No, Harry. I mean it. Helen looked at me strangely all through dinner.\n She has three children, you know.\"\n\n\n \"You're imagining things.\"", "\"If you'll excuse me, Father, I really should return to duty,\" said the\n crewman.\n\n\n \"Quite all right, my son. Close the door after you.\"" ], [ "\"All right, so I am. But it's true. And if Carstar hadn't been killed,\n there would have been two short.\" She shot a wicked glance at Nestir.\n \"Why don't you and him share a woman—\"", "\"Sorry, old fellow. She's got it in her head to take Nestir.\" He\n shrugged. \"I don't exactly approve, of course, but ... I'm sure if he", "\"As I see it,\" Nestir said, \"if the intent was the natural maternal\n instinct of the mother to release her child from its duty, then....\"", "sad absence of a sense of duty on the part of Nestir. \"I will welcome\n it,\" he said, \"at the proper time, sir. And I certainly hope—\" His\n eyes swept the table. \"I", "Nestir cleared his throat. \"It was about the Casting Off. That's why\n I called you all together today.\" He stared away, at a point over the\n head and to the rear of the audience.", "\"Yes, very.\" Nestir agreed. \"But as I was saying, if it could be\n proven that the culstem fell due to no negligence on his part, either", "Nestir rubbed his bald head. \"Sir,\" he said by way of preamble, \"I know\n you have the greatest sensibility in questions of duty.\"", "\"Quite touchy today,\" Nestir observed.\n\n\n \"By the way,\" the third mate said. \"Wanda gave me a petition to give to\n you, Father.\"\n\n\n \"Wanda?\"", "\"You're simply going to have to stop carrying that doll around with you\n if you want to be an adult.\"\nIn Nestir's cabin the next morning, the captain and the priest held a\n conference.", "\"This problem of Carstar interests me,\" the third mate said. \"Did I\n ever tell you about my wife? She strangled our second baby.\"\n\n\n \"He was a very annoying child,\" his wife said.", "Nestir shook his head. \"The crew and the officers will participate\n together in the Festival. I will not put the officers' corridor off\n limits, and—Oh! Yes? Come in!\"\n\n\n The door opened. \"Father?\"", "Nestir, the priest, was dressed out in the full ceremonial costume\n of office. His high, strapless boots glistened with polish. His fez", "\"Sit down, Captain,\" said Nestir, when the captain entered. \"No. Over\n there, in the comfortable chair. There. Are you comfortable, Captain?\"\n\n\n \"Of course I am.\"", "Nestir. With his funny bald head. I hope he asks me.\"", "\"He wants you to sign it so he can take her in the Changing of the\n Wives,\" Jane said.\n\n\n Nestir fidgeted uncomfortably. \"Well, I'll look at her record,\" he\n said.", "\"Martha!\"\n\n\n \"Although the Prophet knows what woman in her right mind would consent\n to....\"\n\n\n \"Well,\" said Nestir hesitantly.", "Nestir blushed. \"I'll look it over very carefully, but you must realize\n that the priestcraft....\"", "Nestir cleared his throat again.\n\n\n \"Hummm. Uh. And the day is not very far distant,\" said Nestir.", "\"If Nestir lets me.\"", "Nestir picked up his knife and fork and cut off a piece of meat.\n \"Hummmm,\" he said. \"It's hard to say. The whole issue involves, as a" ] ]

[ "What is the goal of this column?", "What does the author think is special about Southwest?", "What is the primary goal of Shopping Avenger?", "What is one of the general takeaways of good assistance that is discussed in the article?", "What do Circuit City and Southwest have in common?", "What is the best description of the tone of this passage?", "What is the point of the story about the Dalai Lama?", "Why was the Southwest customer upset?", "Which of these do the Circuit City and UHaul stories have most in common?" ]

[ [ "To call out UHaul's reservation policies", "To highlight issues in customer service brought up by readers", "To discuss some alternative superheroes the world needs", "To make fun of people who complain about consumerism" ], [ "They give out better rewards for loyal customers when things go wrong", "They tend to have more highly rated customer service", "The company that processes complaints is the same as UHaul's", "They replace suitcases when they are damaged on a flight" ], [ "To connect people with companies that can repair electronics", "To keep an eye on the quality of customer service for various airlines", "To stand up for average consumers who have been wronged by companies", "To warn people about unfair reservation and booking policies" ], [ "The customer is in fact always right, and this should be taken seriously", "The easiest way to get rid of a problem is to pretend the issue never happened", "Customers can be wrong, but you can usually bribe them to feel okay in the end", "It can be okay if something goes awry as long as someone takes responsibility, otherwise it gets worse" ], [ "They think they have reputations for being better than their competitors", "They deal with high volumes of cusomer calls", "They are headquartered in the same major city", "A lot of their issues surround glitchy electronics, albeit in different ways" ], [ "Incredulous that these situations are being reported with these companies in particular", "Frustrated with the issues that the consumers are reporting", "Lighthearted while maintaining focus on the issues at hand", "Joking, making light of the issues that are discussed" ], [ "To make a joke about UHaul's policies", "To show that religious leaders are not immune to bad customer service", "To prove a point with a story about a public figure", "To make a point about reservation policies in various countries" ], [ "The Shopping Avenger was not able to help with her case", "She was not able to win the case in court", "She didn't get replacements for her belongings quickly enough", "There was an endless string of confusing communication about policy which seemed to miss the point" ], [ "The type of customer reporting the story", "The Shopping Avenger's response to these cases", "The types of issues customers were having in each case", "The tone around the companies' attitudes about their policies" ] ]

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If the Shopping", "the change of seasons, and to extend a compassionate hand", "a truck available for us. The gentleman who helped us", "for answers. And next month, a Shopping Avenger clergy special:", "will take care of it from here.\"", "Like all superheroes worthy of the title, the Shopping Avenger has an Achilles' heel. In the case of the Shopping Avenger, his Achilles' heel is not animal, vegetable, or mineral but something less tangible." ], [ "Circuit City. The case, K. was told by a Circuit", "K. told one Circuit City employee that he really would", "Harrumph, the Shopping Avenger says. It is a bad hair day at Southwest when its officials defend themselves by comparing their airline to other airlines. I forwarded this message to M., who replied:", "But Circuit City, where he bought the television, gave him", "for Circuit City to repair his television. Televisions break, even", "knows that Southwest is different from the average airline, in", "praised Southwest Airlines for its \"sterling\" customer service. This brought", "Stay tuned, shoppers, to hear whether Southwest makes good it promise to compensate M. and apologize to her for her troubles.", "after his television had been in the Circuit City shop", "Circuit City official, was \"handled perfectly.\" Another official, Morgan Stewart", "president of U-Haul), and that Southwest was precipitously close", "The Shopping Avenger will undoubtedly return to the sorry state of affairs at U-Haul in the next episode, but now on to this month's airline debacle.", "Southwest's response", "hours of arrival at their destination,\" a Southwest spokeswoman, Linda", "month's airline in the spotlight is Southwest. Loyal readers", "look bad for Southwest, don't they? The Shopping Avenger", "Before we begin, though, the Shopping Avenger nearly forgot to announce the winner of last month's contest, in which readers were asked to answer the question, \"What's the difference between pests and airlines?\"", "hear from other Circuit City customers: Does Circuit City, in", "The story of M. reminds the Shopping Avenger of a central truth of consumer service: It's not the crime, it's the cover-up.", "Like all superheroes worthy of the title, the Shopping Avenger has an Achilles' heel. In the case of the Shopping Avenger, his Achilles' heel is not animal, vegetable, or mineral but something less tangible." ], [ "most articulate, and the most troubling, came from M., who", "Shut , almost succumbed to terminal jejuneness after reading these", "of treacle-filled self-help books, and then to . The", "An explanation: Last", "\"Wow. Well,", "these books. Except for one thing: One of the books,", "This, of course,", "nipping at our heels.)\"", "continues--as if you don't know what happened already--\"I went", "opposed to his alter ego, who is considered insufferably judgmental", "apology and thrilled with some modest token of their regret).", "in with this cautionary tale: \"Last weekend, I went to", "would tell the occasional correspondent to let go of his", "told that that sufficed. This is the first time I've", "original problem. \"Before, they had a mildly annoyed but loyal", "She goes on,", "response actually served to anger M. more than the original", "But then she", "the bottom of K.'s story. This is what he found:", "have written in over the past month saying that, based" ], [ "would have escaped from Tibet. (For the complete back story,", "Shopping Avenger also believes that the Dalai Lama has never", "simplifies the Dalai Lama's philosophy, got the Shopping Avenger", "Avenger does not make light of the Dalai Lama or", "books, The Art of Happiness , which collects and simplifies", "the bottom of K.'s story. This is what he found:", "The story of M. reminds the Shopping Avenger of a central truth of consumer service: It's not the crime, it's the cover-up.", "An explanation: Last", "of treacle-filled self-help books, and then to . The", "these books. Except for one thing: One of the books,", "in with this cautionary tale: \"Last weekend, I went to", "Like all superheroes worthy of the title, the Shopping Avenger has an Achilles' heel. In the case of the Shopping Avenger, his Achilles' heel is not animal, vegetable, or mineral but something less tangible.", "would tell the occasional correspondent to let go of his", "case of K., who found himself waiting in vain for", "continues--as if you don't know what happened already--\"I went", "more information, he was refused. Weeks went by. When K.", "plans, leaving the rabbi's wife crying at the airport. Find", "K. told one Circuit City employee that he really would", "or of the notion that there is more to life than", "he should counsel those who write seeking help to meditate," ], [ "praised Southwest Airlines for its \"sterling\" customer service. This brought", "Stay tuned, shoppers, to hear whether Southwest makes good it promise to compensate M. and apologize to her for her troubles.", "Southwest's response", "Harrumph, the Shopping Avenger says. It is a bad hair day at Southwest when its officials defend themselves by comparing their airline to other airlines. I forwarded this message to M., who replied:", "regret). Now they have a pissed-off customer.\"", "president of U-Haul), and that Southwest was precipitously close", "hours of arrival at their destination,\" a Southwest spokeswoman, Linda", "knows that Southwest is different from the average airline, in", "The Shopping Avenger will undoubtedly return to the sorry state of affairs at U-Haul in the next episode, but now on to this month's airline debacle.", "report in person until April 12--three days later. Southwest, as", "from SW, despite calls and letters.\"", "look bad for Southwest, don't they? The Shopping Avenger", "frustrated. When we got to the front of the line,", "month's airline in the spotlight is Southwest. Loyal readers", "to infuriate its paying customers (see: ), so I expected", "truck. The store had many customers standing around looking frustrated.", "An hour later, M. says, the bags showed up, \"soaked through. We took them to baggage services at SW and were faced with the most complicated, unclear, and confusing mechanism for filing a claim we experienced flyers have ever seen.\"", "The complaints about", "More than a month later--after hours and hours and hours of telephone calls and days missed at work--K. received his television back.", "original problem. \"Before, they had a mildly annoyed but loyal" ], [ "K. told one Circuit City employee that he really would", "for Circuit City to repair his television. Televisions break, even", "The Shopping Avenger will undoubtedly return to the sorry state of affairs at U-Haul in the next episode, but now on to this month's airline debacle.", "Circuit City. The case, K. was told by a Circuit", "But Circuit City, where he bought the television, gave him", "after his television had been in the Circuit City shop", "he had tried to rent from U-Haul, he never would", "everything U-Haul is not.\"", "The story of M. reminds the Shopping Avenger of a central truth of consumer service: It's not the crime, it's the cover-up.", "Circuit City official, was \"handled perfectly.\" Another official, Morgan Stewart", "It's Time To Keelhaul U-Haul!", "I warned my brother about U-Haul's 'not really a", "president of U-Haul), and that Southwest was precipitously close", "never tried to rent a truck from U-Haul. If he", "went to U-Haul with my brother to get our 'reserved'", "Avenger has still not received a call from U-Haul spokeswoman", "about U-Haul's nonreservation reservation policy continue to pour in", "Like all superheroes worthy of the title, the Shopping Avenger has an Achilles' heel. In the case of the Shopping Avenger, his Achilles' heel is not animal, vegetable, or mineral but something less tangible.", "a moving truck with U-Haul for the big day. I", "Harrumph, the Shopping Avenger says. It is a bad hair day at Southwest when its officials defend themselves by comparing their airline to other airlines. I forwarded this message to M., who replied:" ] ]

[ "What can the reader infer about the early UFC practices based on the fact that \"only biting and eye-gouging were forbidden\"?", "What is the writer's main argument?", "What point is being made by comparing Fight Club to the UFC?", "What best describes the nature of ultimate fighting by 1995?", "According to the writer, precisely why is it preferable not to wear boxing gloves in the UFC?", "What or who was a determining factor in prompting the beginning of UFC's decline in popularity?", "When you compare UFC now to what it was, what distinct differences emerge?\n" ]

[ [ "There are no rules arbitrating fair practice in the UFC.", "The UFC openly allowed and even encouraged participants to fight each other to the death.", "The early UFC was promoted as an exhilarating experience of watching the closest thing to a real-world fight.", "Bad sportsmanship was encouraged in the early UFC because participants were attempting to recreate scenes in Fight Club." ], [ "Despite their many similarities, the UFC is not interested in following the movie Fight Club in the example made by the fictional organization of men who strip down and beat each other to the pulp.", "UFC's caged matches revolutionized the idea of fighting.", "UFC began in 1993 as a locker-room fantasy and ended as a secret underground fight club.\n", "In the US, Ultimate fighting has been culturally misunderstood, banned for the wrong reasons, and condemned to a near clandestine existence, even though boxing, an American favorite, is far more dangerous and even lethal." ], [ "While Fight Club glorifies the emasculated American male, the UFC tells a cautionary tale of prudishness, heavy-handed politics, and cultural myopia.", "The UFC now actually thrives in a context similar to that of the fictional organization.", "Both organizations share the same rules, but neither can talk about it.", "Both organizations consist of men who strp down and beat each other to the pulp." ], [ "A barbaric battle to the death.", "A bad experiment.", "A science of martial arts.", "A fight without rules." ], [ "Because boxing has shown that wearing boxing gloves encourages head injury and leads to death, UFC fighters do not wear them. ", "Wearing boxing gloves makes it easier to throw repeated head punches.", "Ultimate fighters don't wear boxing gloves so that they don't break their hands.\n", "UFC fighters need to use their hands in different modes of combat in which boxing gloves would be a hidnerment." ], [ "The UFC's grotesque use of a chain-link fence surrounding the octagon.", "The UFC's lack of boxing gloves.", "Senator McCain.", "The cable TV industry." ], [ "The current UFC is more similar to Fight Club.", "Before, there was a clear national vision for UFC; currently, fans lack a definitive notion of the nature of the UFC as an American sport since it has been condemned to an underground existence.", "The early UFC was more similar to Fight Club.", "There are different fighters but the same lack of rules." ] ]

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[ "What is the unspoken warning of the psychologist?", "What is the Terran opinion of spacemen?", "Why is there a microphone in Craig's hotel room?", "Why did the man take Craig's picture when he arrived on Terra?", "Why is Wyandotte didactic?" ]

[ [ "Even good jobs get boring on Terra.", "Private citizens do not enjoy the same rights as spacemen.", "The culture on Terra is radically different from the culture in space.", "The gravity on Terra could make a spaceman feel sick all the time." ], [ "Spacemen are more like aliens than humans.", "Spacemen are like sailors.", "Spacemen are hicks.", "Spacemen are of lower intelligence." ], [ "Terran society has become increasingly controlling of its citizens.", "The hotel manager bugs all the rooms to blackmail the guests.", "Wyandotte put the microphone there to monitor Craig's adjustment to Terran society.", "The Intergalactic Space Service put the microphone in Craig's room to keep tabs on him." ], [ "Terran society identifies and monitors everyone.", "The man is a customs official.", "The photo is for Craig's job ID.", "Craig is the first spaceman he had ever seen." ], [ "He is likely being monitored by the Terrans and cannot speak freely.", "He thinks Craig is an uneducated hick.", "He knows that gravity conditioning is horrible. He is trying to change Craig's mind about going to Terra.", "He thinks Craig will be a fish out of water in Terran society." ] ]

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[ [ "But even if he could accept the psychologist's authority for the\n cumulative effect of a gravity system, he could not understand the\n unspoken warning he felt underlying all that the man said.", "and pick you up tomorrow morning at, say, 0900.\"\nDuring the days that followed, the psychologist seemed to Craig to\n become progressively more didactic. He would deliver long speeches", "\"Mr. Craig, I suppose you've guessed that the next step in our little\n torture system here is psych.\"\n\n\n \"So I gathered.\"", "\"Well, it's keyed to give them some kind of signal.\"\n\n\n The old man lapsed into silence. Craig wished him to continue. He\n desperately wanted something to distract his mind from the ghastly\n conditioning process.", "\"I expect to have some trouble at first.\" Craig was disturbed by the\n wordy psychologist. What was the man actually saying?", "frightening thing to an old sailor—but let's begin our little job at\n the beginning. I'll turn you over to psychometry for the usual tests", "The old man's face clouded for an instant. \"In the old days, they used\n to say us old-timers acted like clocks. They used to say we just ran\n down. Now they got some fancy psychology name for it.\"", "It had been a weird day and he had not liked it. There was no telling\n how long it would take him to shake his—sea legs, the psychologist\n had called it. One thing was sure: Terra aggressively went after its\n strangers.", "\"I see,\" said the man noncommittally. It seemed to Craig that he was\n about to add something. He did not, however, but instead rose from his", "will be given a very liberal supply of PON—which you will\n definitely need. Good luck. You'll need that too.\"\nOn the eighth day, two attendants, who showed the effects of massive", "\"Mr. Craig,\" the psychologist said slowly, \"you have my authorization\n for you to return to Terra as a private citizen of that planet. You", "the nightmarish bodily sensations once more. He felt the cot slowly\n rise longitudinally, felt himself upside down, then the snap of turning\n right side up once more—and he knew that neither he nor the cot had", "\"Space article violator,\" the old man informed Craig. \"Psycho, I think.\n Went amuck with some extraterritorials. Killed a dozen.\"\n\n\n \"What will they do, exile him?\"", "\"... pretty bad.\"\n\n\n \"He'll go into shock.\"\n\n\n \"... never make it the twelfth.\"\n\n\n \"We better yank him.\"", "\"Well, what's next?\" asked Craig somewhat more belligerently than he\n had intended.\n\n\n The man smiled. \"Your reaction is quite natural. You are somewhat\n aggressive after Clerical, eh?\"", "Intergalactic considered them as great a menace to mental and moral\n stability as the hectopiates. Craig wearily got the man out of the\n room, took a PON pill, and eased himself into the bed.", "chair and walked to the large window overlooking an enormous section of\n the city far below. He stared out the window for a time, leaving Craig\n seated uncomfortably in the silent room. There was a distracted quality", "Craig regretted his question. He would have muttered some word of\n apology, but the old man continued.", "\"\nWouldn't be surprised. Here, grab his leg.\n\"\nRobert Craig folded the flight jacket tightly and stuffed it into the", "\"You will find a red button at your feet. Lower your head and depress\n that button.\"" ], [ "hands. They were indelibly marked with lever callouses. \"You get to\n thinking anyone who stays closer'n eighty light years from Terra is a\n land-lubber.\"", "\"This is Mr. Craig's first landing on Terra, Miss Wendel,\" the\n personnel man continued. \"Actually, we shall have to consider him in\n much the same way we would an extraterrestrial.\"", "that you could not decide that for me and that my decision is logical.\n You tell me spacemen don't settle down on Terra. Yet you won't—or", "about the \"freedom of open space.\" He spoke repetitiously of the\n \"growing complexity of Terran society.\" And yet the man could not\n be pinned down to any specific condition the spaceman would find", "The old man looked up at Craig. \"You don't know much about Terra, do\n you, son?\"\n\n\n \"Not much.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah. Well, I hope you ain't disappointed.\"", "\"I was entered as a spaceman when I was 16,\" Craig said. \"I've never\n been down for any period as yet.\"\n\n\n \"You mean you haven't been in a gravity system?\"", "\"That's enough, son.\" The old man eyed Craig for an instant before\n looking away. \"Pick something to talk about. What do you figure on\n doing when you get to Terra, for instance?\"", "\"Space article violator,\" the old man informed Craig. \"Psycho, I think.\n Went amuck with some extraterritorials. Killed a dozen.\"\n\n\n \"What will they do, exile him?\"", "\"A moment, sir. Just a little greeting from the Terra. You understand,\n of course. Purely routine.\"", "\"I'm going into Import. My father was in it for twenty years.\"\n\n\n \"Sure,\" said the old spaceman, watching a group of young crewmen\n engaged in an animated conversation.", "\"But space is different. Space is raw and new. It tugs at your guts. It\n sends the blood rushing through your veins. It's like loving. You don't", "The captain laughed reassuringly. \"No, don't put up your guard again.\n The worst is over. Short of Gravitational conditioning, there is\n nothing to stop you from going to Terra.\"", "impressions. One day he would recall this moment, his first on the\n planet Terra. He tried to recall his first thrill at seeing Los", "A murmur greeted the order. Craig experienced the thrill of knowing\n the envy of the others. Grav 1—that meant Terra. He crossed the long,\n dreary room, knowing the eyes of the other men were upon him.", "It had been a weird day and he had not liked it. There was no telling\n how long it would take him to shake his—sea legs, the psychologist\n had called it. One thing was sure: Terra aggressively went after its\n strangers.", "\"The twelfth day is the worst,\" a grizzled spaceman told Craig. \"That's\n when the best of 'em want out.\"", "\"We've gone through this time and time again,\" Craig said wearily. \"I\n gave you my reasons for quitting space. We analyzed them. You agreed", "\"You are the first man we have had from the Intergalactic Service,\" the\n personnel man said finally.\n\n\n \"That so?\"", "Most of the men had passed through the torments of gravitational\n conditioning. The huge headquarters base centrifuge aboard the man-made", "Craig made his way toward the spaceport administration building. His\n first physical contact with Terra had passed unnoticed.\n\n\n \"Sir! Sir!\" cried a voice behind him." ], [ "\"Where is the microphone?\" Craig asked as he found a ten unit note.\n He was too puzzled to wonder what he was expected to do with the\n information.", "\"All right, mister, three units, then. I wasn't trying to hold you up.\"\n\n\n \"You mean a microphone?\" asked Craig, mechanically fishing for his\n wallet.", "It advertised \"a night's lodgings\" and it possessed a bellboy. The\n bellboy actually carried Craig's plasticarton and large file of punch", "chair and walked to the large window overlooking an enormous section of\n the city far below. He stared out the window for a time, leaving Craig\n seated uncomfortably in the silent room. There was a distracted quality", "\"Well, it's keyed to give them some kind of signal.\"\n\n\n The old man lapsed into silence. Craig wished him to continue. He\n desperately wanted something to distract his mind from the ghastly\n conditioning process.", "\"I can get you a sensatia-tape,\" whispered the boy when they had\n entered. He nudged Craig wickedly. \"You know what they're like?\"", "The personnel man seated himself once more and pressed a button on a\n small instrument. A secretary entered the office from a door to Craig's\n left.", "\"Never mind,\" Craig said wearily. He waited while the bellboy inserted\n a key into the door and opened it for him.", "Craig heard the voices around him, muffled, as though talking through\n wadding.\n\n\n \"... got it bad.\"\n\n\n \"We better take him out.\"", "\"It's a good deal bigger than I imagined,\" Craig was saying. \"Haven't\n seen much of it, of course. Thought I'd check in here with you first.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, naturally.\"", "and pick you up tomorrow morning at, say, 0900.\"\nDuring the days that followed, the psychologist seemed to Craig to\n become progressively more didactic. He would deliver long speeches", "The other man did not look up. He was peering into what seemed to Craig\n to be a kind of camera.", "cards and forms to his room. Tired from the long, confusing day, Craig\n was not impressed. He vaguely wondered if the little drama of the", "Craig put the battered card in his pocket and walked back through the\n door to the passenger room. How did you explain to an old woman why her", "Craig handed him a battered punch card and watched the man insert it in\n the reproducer. He felt anxiety as the much-handled card refused for a\n time to match the instrument's metal contact points. The line of men\n behind Craig fidgeted.", "A nightmare of visual sensations ebbed into Craig's mind. He was\n vaguely aware of the moans of other men in the vaultlike room. Wave", "Outside the door to the room, the bellboy stopped and turned to Craig.\n\n\n \"For five I'll tell you where it is,\" he said in a subdued tone.", "\"Mr. Craig, I suppose you've guessed that the next step in our little\n torture system here is psych.\"\n\n\n \"So I gathered.\"", "\"We can allow the gentlemen to continue now, can't we? It wasn't that\n we believed for a minute, you understand ... purely routine.\"\n\n\n Both men were gone in an instant, leaving Craig completely bewildered.", "\"Tell me where what is?\"\n\n\n \"You know, the mike.\"\n\n\n \"Mike?\"" ], [ "Craig made his way toward the spaceport administration building. His\n first physical contact with Terra had passed unnoticed.\n\n\n \"Sir! Sir!\" cried a voice behind him.", "\"This is Mr. Craig's first landing on Terra, Miss Wendel,\" the\n personnel man continued. \"Actually, we shall have to consider him in\n much the same way we would an extraterrestrial.\"", "\"That's enough, son.\" The old man eyed Craig for an instant before\n looking away. \"Pick something to talk about. What do you figure on\n doing when you get to Terra, for instance?\"", "\"Yes.\" The man laughed. \"You'll excuse us, Mr. Craig. We realize that\n you couldn't be expected to be familiar with Terra's fashions. In your", "The old man looked up at Craig. \"You don't know much about Terra, do\n you, son?\"\n\n\n \"Not much.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah. Well, I hope you ain't disappointed.\"", "\"Mr. Craig,\" the psychologist said slowly, \"you have my authorization\n for you to return to Terra as a private citizen of that planet. You", "A murmur greeted the order. Craig experienced the thrill of knowing\n the envy of the others. Grav 1—that meant Terra. He crossed the long,\n dreary room, knowing the eyes of the other men were upon him.", "With pangs of anxiety he could not completely suppress, Craig obeyed.\n\n\n Orderly 12 handed him a message container.\n\n\n \"Who's it from? Somebody on Terra?\"", "Craig began to hate the delay that kept him from Terra. Through the\n ports of the headquarters base satellite, he scanned the constellations", "\"I haven't been here very long,\" said Craig. \"Matter of fact, I haven't\n been anywhere very long. This is my first real experience with life on\n a planet. As an adult, anyway.\"", "\"I'm a little anxious to get home, I suppose,\" said Craig defensively.\n\n\n \"By 'home' you mean Terra. But you've never been there, have you?\"", "The other man did not look up. He was peering into what seemed to Craig\n to be a kind of camera.", "Craig remained on the final step of the ramp, puzzled. The man turned\n to a companion at his right.\n\n\n \"We can see that this gentleman has come from a long, long way off,\n can't we?\"", "\"A moment, sir. Just a little greeting from the Terra. You understand,\n of course. Purely routine.\"", "\"Of course it has changed,\" Craig was protesting. \"Anyway, I never\n really knew very much about Terra. So what? I know it won't be as it\n was in tapezines either.\"", "\"We've gone through this time and time again,\" Craig said wearily. \"I\n gave you my reasons for quitting space. We analyzed them. You agreed", "impressions. One day he would recall this moment, his first on the\n planet Terra. He tried to recall his first thrill at seeing Los", "\"It's a good deal bigger than I imagined,\" Craig was saying. \"Haven't\n seen much of it, of course. Thought I'd check in here with you first.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, naturally.\"", "The captain laughed reassuringly. \"No, don't put up your guard again.\n The worst is over. Short of Gravitational conditioning, there is\n nothing to stop you from going to Terra.\"", "\"Yes.\" He turned to face Craig briefly before continuing. \"You must\n find it very strange here.\"\n\n\n \"Well, I've never seen a city so big.\"" ], [ "\"Yes,\" Craig said. He was uncomfortable; Wyandotte seemed to know all\n about him.\n\n\n \"We might say you've been away quite a while, eh?\"", "He dressed quickly and was on the verge of asking the robot for\n instructions, when a man appeared in the open doorway.\n\n\n \"I am Captain Wyandotte,\" said the man in a pleasant voice.", "and pick you up tomorrow morning at, say, 0900.\"\nDuring the days that followed, the psychologist seemed to Craig to\n become progressively more didactic. He would deliver long speeches", "\"This is Mr. Craig's first landing on Terra, Miss Wendel,\" the\n personnel man continued. \"Actually, we shall have to consider him in\n much the same way we would an extraterrestrial.\"", "\"Do you know what sailors of ancient times meant by 'sea legs?'\" asked\n Wyandotte. \"Men on a rolling ocean acclimated themselves to a rolling", "will be given a very liberal supply of PON—which you will\n definitely need. Good luck. You'll need that too.\"\nOn the eighth day, two attendants, who showed the effects of massive", "\"I guess so. Say, Miss Wendel, I was wondering—I don't know the city\n at all. Maybe you could go with me to have dinner. It must be almost", "\"It meant more than that. There were excellent psychological reasons\n for the old stereotype, the 'drunken sailor.' A port city was a", "but she may need it. And maybe you can tell her a little bit about\n what it means to be out there. Tell her it's open and free and when", "\"Yes.\" He turned to face Craig briefly before continuing. \"You must\n find it very strange here.\"\n\n\n \"Well, I've never seen a city so big.\"", "\"But space is different. Space is raw and new. It tugs at your guts. It\n sends the blood rushing through your veins. It's like loving. You don't", "\"I haven't been here very long,\" said Craig. \"Matter of fact, I haven't\n been anywhere very long. This is my first real experience with life on\n a planet. As an adult, anyway.\"", "\"Here, Mr. Craig. I believe these are complete.\"\n\n\n \"They look pretty complicated.\"\n\n\n \"Not at all. The questions are quite explicit.\"", "impressions. One day he would recall this moment, his first on the\n planet Terra. He tried to recall his first thrill at seeing Los", "up. The sea tanned their skins and stiffened their bones, but it never\n stiffened their hearts. When they got old, it just pulled them in.", "\"Maybe you've read some of the old sea stories, or more'n likely had\n 'em read to you. Sailors could go to sea until they just sort of dried", "\"Miss Wendel, this is Mr. Craig. Mr. Craig, my secretary. Mr. Craig\n will enter Minerals and Metals, Zone V.\"", "\"Yes, so big. And also....\" He seemed to consider many words before\n completing the sentence. \"And also different.\"", "\"Well, it's keyed to give them some kind of signal.\"\n\n\n The old man lapsed into silence. Craig wished him to continue. He\n desperately wanted something to distract his mind from the ghastly\n conditioning process.", "metal. He did not look directly at Craig for more than an instant at a\n time, and commented on Craig's description of his trip through the city\n only very briefly between questions." ] ]

[ "Why does Jack stop going to meetings for the terminally ill?", "What is Tyler Durden's mission about?", "Does the author feel Fight Club is an original concept?", "Why was Brandon raped and murdered?", "What is the author's least favorite film out of the four reviews?", "Which character does the author feel represents the perplexity at the center of Boys Don't Cry?", "How does the author feel about Mumford?", "To which actor did the author credit a slightly better than normal performance?" ]

[ [ "His apartment explodes, and he must move out of the meeting area.", "He dies from a terminal illness.", "Bob, from the testicular cancer group, has become too clingy.", "A woman, Marla, starts coming to the same meetings. Marla is not terminally ill." ], [ "Self-improvement", "Self-destruction", "Masturbation", "Subversive acts, both large and small" ], [ "Yes, the film points to new possibilities in storytelling.", "No, but voice-over narration is back in style.", "No, it feels like a mixture of Johnny Rotten, Jake La Motta, and Jesus.", "No, it feels like corporate-subsidized art." ], [ "He was involved in a barroom brawl.", "He was raped and murdered after his physical gender was discovered.", "He was attacked after hitting on a beautiful girl in a bar.", "He was attacked after surfing from the bumper of a pickup truck." ], [ "Fight Club", "Boys Don't Cry", "Mumford", "Happy Texas" ], [ "Brandon Teena", "Lana", "John", "Pierce" ], [ "It was a flop.", "It's like a noir Norman Rockwell painting.", "The author loved it, even though it was a flop.", "The film gave the author psychological mumps." ], [ "Ted Danson", "Loren Dean", "Brad Pitt", "Steve Zahn" ] ]

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In a redneck Nebraska bar, Brandon throws", "The movie opens with Teena being shorn of her hated", "you\"), and since society is going down (\"Martha Stewart is", "boy. But onscreen, when Pitt announces to the assembled fighters", "Fight Club might not gel, but they have a breathless,", "\"I am????? Oh, shit!!!\" he cries, grinning. That might" ], [ "Durden (Brad Pitt), a cryptic hipster with a penchant", "another outlet, though. On a plane, he meets Tyler Durden", "Fight Club is", "strongest. \"Self-improvement,\" explains Tyler, \"is masturbation\"; self-destruction is", "and helps to found a new religion: Fight Club, in", "is the new way. Tyler's manifesto calls for an end", "Fight Club might not gel, but they have a breathless,", "mention a hole in your head. Fight Club careers from", "When Jack's apartment mysteriously explodes--along with his carefully chosen", "it spinning. The most thrilling thing about Fight Club isn't", "Is he motivated by spiritual hunger or envy? Tyler's subsequent", "Jack (Edward Norton), who's viewed, as the camera pulls", "of men raised by women,\" Tyler announces, and adds, \"If", "boy. But onscreen, when Pitt announces to the assembled fighters", "his screenwriter, Jim Uhls, seem to think they've broken", "chosen IKEA furniture--he moves into Tyler's squalid warehouse and", "The movie opens with Teena being shorn of her hated", "the first by Chuck Palahniuk (the surname sounds like", "his narrative--violently. Fincher ( Seven , 1995; The Game", "whole life. In a redneck Nebraska bar, Brandon throws" ], [ "Fight Club is", "Fight Club might not gel, but they have a breathless,", "it spinning. The most thrilling thing about Fight Club isn't", "and helps to found a new religion: Fight Club, in", "another outlet, though. On a plane, he meets Tyler Durden", "Durden (Brad Pitt), a cryptic hipster with a penchant", "his screenwriter, Jim Uhls, seem to think they've broken", "the first by Chuck Palahniuk (the surname sounds like", "mention a hole in your head. Fight Club careers from", "strongest. \"Self-improvement,\" explains Tyler, \"is masturbation\"; self-destruction is", "is unique; and the Faludi-esque emasculation themes are more", "his narrative--violently. Fincher ( Seven , 1995; The Game", "more explicit. But there's something deeply movie-ish about the whole", "Fincher and his", "isn't what it says but how Uhls and Fincher pull", "\"I am????? Oh, shit!!!\" he cries, grinning. That might", "most authentic emotion he has. But the film belongs to", "boy. But onscreen, when Pitt announces to the assembled fighters", "Actually, Pitt", "of moviemaking, like Raging Bull on acid. The film opens" ], [ "and foreboding, so that all the seeds of Brandon's killing", "hated female tresses and becoming \"Brandon,\" who swaggers around", "murderers, calls him \"little buddy\" and seems almost attracted to", "someone tells Brandon after a barroom brawl, and he takes", "(Peter Sarsgaard), one of his future rapists and murderers,", "people with whom Brandon feels most at home would kill", "The movie opens with Teena being shorn of her hated", "whole life. In a redneck Nebraska bar, Brandon throws", "killing are right there on the screen. John (Peter", "Brandon acts out his urban-cowboy fantasies--\"surfing\" from the", "or might not know that Brandon is a girl but", "When Jack's apartment mysteriously explodes--along with his carefully chosen", "Durden (Brad Pitt), a cryptic hipster with a penchant", "just mean Swank: I mean Teena Brandon playing Brandon", "of violence. It's also unclear just what has emasculated", "Brandon Teena--the role she has been longing for her whole", "strongest. \"Self-improvement,\" explains Tyler, \"is masturbation\"; self-destruction is", "Teena (a k a Teena Brandon) in Kimberly Peirce's", "pounded) to a bloody pulp. That last parenthesis isn't", "that's at the core of Boys Don't Cry . Everything" ], [ "most authentic emotion he has. But the film belongs to", "of moviemaking, like Raging Bull on acid. The film opens", "more explicit. But there's something deeply movie-ish about the whole", "The movie opens with Teena being shorn of her hated", "which has apparently flopped but which you can still catch", "the cinema's most expressive honking-nasal voice and who slumps", "Fight Club might not gel, but they have a breathless,", "his screenwriter, Jim Uhls, seem to think they've broken", "might be my favorite moment in the picture, because Swank's", "Actually, Pitt", "the last half-hour is unrelieved torture. What keeps the movie", "strongest. \"Self-improvement,\" explains Tyler, \"is masturbation\"; self-destruction is", "the movie's most tragic irony--and the one that lifts it", "slumps through the movie like the world's most lyrical", "weaned on Martin Scorsese pictures and never stopped dreaming of", "one of those filmmakers who helps make the case that", "the second half of Boys Don't Cry isn't as great", "in his movie-idol arrogance, which seems to be the most", "catch at second- and third-tier theaters. It looks peculiar--a", "When Jack's apartment mysteriously explodes--along with his carefully chosen" ], [ "that's at the core of Boys Don't Cry . Everything", "Boys Don't Cry", "The movie opens with Teena being shorn of her hated", "hated female tresses and becoming \"Brandon,\" who swaggers around", "the second half of Boys Don't Cry isn't as great", "Durden (Brad Pitt), a cryptic hipster with a penchant", "Brandon Teena--the role she has been longing for her whole", "Teena (a k a Teena Brandon) in Kimberly Peirce's", "just mean Swank: I mean Teena Brandon playing Brandon", "performances I've ever seen as the cross-dressing Brandon Teena", "\"I am????? Oh, shit!!!\" he cries, grinning. That might", "Boys Do Bleed", "boy. But onscreen, when Pitt announces to the assembled fighters", "Everything she does is deliberate, ironic, slightly unreadable--and unyielding.", "most authentic emotion he has. But the film belongs to", "even more than Swank--embodies the mystery of sex that's", "of violence. It's also unclear just what has emasculated", "strongest. \"Self-improvement,\" explains Tyler, \"is masturbation\"; self-destruction is", "rush, though. At first, it goofs on the absurd feminization", "is unique; and the Faludi-esque emasculation themes are more" ], [ "They made me think of Mumford as the home of", "Mumford", "murderers, calls him \"little buddy\" and seems almost attracted to", "Everything she does is deliberate, ironic, slightly unreadable--and unyielding.", "you\"), and since society is going down (\"Martha Stewart is", "he says.", "most authentic emotion he has. But the film belongs to", "\"I am????? Oh, shit!!!\" he cries, grinning. That might", "whole conceit, as if the novelist and director were weaned", "hated female tresses and becoming \"Brandon,\" who swaggers around", "his screenwriter, Jim Uhls, seem to think they've broken", "and sob. But Jack's idyll is rudely disrupted", ", that their metaphor for our discontents hits harder than", "a character but a conceit, and he can bask in", "When Jack's apartment mysteriously explodes--along with his carefully chosen", "isn't so parenthetical. In some ways, it's the longing", "great \"Where Is My Mind?\" comes off facetiously--as if", "Durden (Brad Pitt), a cryptic hipster with a penchant", "rush, though. At first, it goofs on the absurd feminization", "more explicit. But there's something deeply movie-ish about the whole" ], [ "most authentic emotion he has. But the film belongs to", "to him; Sarsgaard's performance is a finely chiseled study", "in the role. There's no doubt, however, about his even", "David Paymer, and Mary McDonnell surely helped. I can't", "is in watching the actor transform, and I don't just", "raging wimp. The performance is marvelous, and it makes poetic", "An actress named", "performances I've ever seen as the cross-dressing Brandon Teena", "Actually, Pitt", "boy. But onscreen, when Pitt announces to the assembled fighters", "named Hilary Swank gives one of the most rapturous performances", "more explicit. But there's something deeply movie-ish about the whole", "will delight, if only because it shifts the drama from", "to Norton. As a ferocious skinhead in last year's", "\"I am????? Oh, shit!!!\" he cries, grinning. That might", "the cinema's most expressive honking-nasal voice and who slumps", "by yuppies. It might have been a howl if performed", "year's American History X , Norton was taut and ropy,", "Somehow Brad Pitt doesn't have the same piquancy.", "great as the first. The early scenes evoke elation and" ] ]

[ "According to the reviewer of \"American Beauty,\" the protagonist Lester has mostly lost _____.", "Based on the reviewer's description of Lester and his family, what is their likely socioeconomic status?", "The reviewer implies that the following demographic might relate most strongly to the film, \"American Beauty\":", "According to the reviewer, which motif seems to represent the precariousness of reality?", "Based on the reviewer's description of Carolyn, a viewer might assume that she values all of the following EXCEPT:", "According to the reviewer, Carolyn's preference for \"Muzak\" and \"nutritious yet savory\" food most likely symbolize:", "Which of the following terms best describes the reviewer's opinion of Bening's acting performance in \"American Beauty,\" compared to her previous acting roles: ", "According to the reviewer, the films \"American Beauty\" and \"For the Love of the Game\" share all of the following in common EXCEPT:" ]

[ [ "His manhood", "His sex drive", "His family", "His sanity" ], [ "Below poverty level", "Blue collar", "White collar", "Middle class" ], [ "Emasculated men", "Dysfunctional \"family men\"", "Sex-addicted men", "High-powered businessmen" ], [ "The rose petals in Angela's bathtub", "The undulating plastic bag", "The grainy texture of Ricky's camera film", "The raindrops falling on top of the Colonel" ], [ "social awareness", "career success", "whiteness", "heterosexuality" ], [ "The characters' desperate desire to be perceived as ordinary", "The deterioration of the American nuclear family", "The tendency for people to be consumed by what their values", "The dangers of standing out in a society that demands conformity" ], [ "empowering", "muddled", "redemptive ", "distasteful" ], [ "The first names of the protagonists", "Protagonists who glorify masculinity", "A successful portrayal of New Age Nihilism", "The first names of the directors" ] ]

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Several months ago, Daniel Menaker in", "Lester doesn't realize that snipped roses are garden-variety symbols", "film's most self-consciously poetic set piece, Ricky shows Lester's", "Early on, he lets his face and posture go slack", "roses bloom is a tad ... primitive. But American Beauty", "mockery. He even makes us take Lester's final, improbably" ], [ "that it's Lester who's caricaturing himself , and that", "this notion of \"beauty.\" By the end, Lester is", "American Beauty , Lester Burnham (Kevin Spacey), a weary", "drift out. Later, Lester envisions her on a bed of", "Lester doesn't realize that snipped roses are garden-variety symbols", "picket fence. \"I have lost something,\" says Lester. \"I'm", "mockery. 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Costner stands on the mound shaking off", "this notion of \"beauty.\" By the end, Lester is", "crazy, telegraphing Lester's \"loserness.\" But Spacey's genius is", "however, have been cunningly reversed. In movies like sex,", "big claims for it. The script, by Alan Ball, a", "or both. The kind of detachment the movie is peddling", "Davis, the over-the-hill minor-league catcher in Bull Durham", "Simple Plan ) thought that all those scenes of Costner", "sex, lies, and videotape (1989), the protagonist has to", "full of texture. The rhythms of the game feel right;", "real.\" That's the theme here, too, and it's extraordinarily" ] ]

[ "How is Mary feeling at the beginning of the story?", "How is Phil feeling at the beginning of the story?", "Why does Mary ask Phil to go to the rocket as soon as they can see it?", "What do you think life is like for Mary and Phil after the events of the story?", "What prompted the general to take Phil off of the mission?", "Which of these is a reason that Mary would have wanted Sammy to replace Phil?", "What were the unanswered questions that the men had after the weather briefing?", "How long was Mary standing outside?", "What is the most salient part of the final scene the reflects on the initial conversation?", "What would have happened if Phil had gone on the mission?" ]

[ [ "She is desperate for Phil not to leave.", "She is angry at Phil for not taking her seriously.", "She is frustrated with Phil for not letting Sammy replace him.", "She is depressed because she thinks she is going to lose Phil forever." ], [ "He is nervous about the mission but hopeful that it will be a success and he could return home.", "He is uncertain if he is the right person to go on this mission.", "He is upset by the way Mary stifles his hopes.", "He is too excited about fulfilling his dream that he ignores everything else going on around him." ], [ "She was not allowed to stay there, as a civilian, so she had to leave.", "She did not want him to be late for his very important mission.", "She needed to drop them off so she could leave.", "She did not want to prolong the painful goodbye." ], [ "Mary is thankful that Phil did not leave, and their lives continue as normal.", "They become closer friends with Sammy who is thankful to have gone on the mission.", "Phil closes himself off, resenting Mary for forcing his hand.", "Mary helps Phil find another mission closer to home." ], [ "Phil was too torn about his disagreement with his wife to be in the right headspace.", "Phil had expressed concerns about the safety of the mission compared to the unmanned missions.", "Phil's hands were shaking, so he could not safely operate the controls.", "Phil was too nervous and was not thinking straight." ], [ "She knows that Sammy is more careful, and would have a greater chance at mission success.", "She thought she could protect herself if someone else went.", "She thought that Sammy was more qualified.", "She thought but his lack of family showed his dedication to his job." ], [ "They did not know how the public would react to the event.", "They did not know how well they could predict weather so far away.", "They were not sure if Phil could go on the mission.", "There is still level uncertainty in the success of the mission." ], [ "She had gone home but came back for the launch.", "For almost half a day.", "For a couple hours as Phil went through pre-boarding procedure.", "A full 24 hours." ], [ "Mary promising she would only stay with him if he did not go", "Phil knowing he wouldn't be the same if he did not go on the mission", "The fact that their love was stronger than Phil's independent goals", "Phil decided not to go on the mission in the end" ], [ "Mary would have forgiven him for following his dreams and they would work together to continue their relationship.", "His anger would've caused him to make a mistake that would have ended in his death.", "He would have been ecstatic to finally have lived his dream, and gone on to live his life.", "He would still have been disappointed after fulfilling his dream because of how things ended with Mary." ] ]

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[ [ "last minute briefing began. It was a routine he knew by heart. He had\n gone over and over it a thousand times, and he only half listened now.\n He kept thinking of Mary outside, alone by the fence.", "\"I wish you had told me this a long time ago, Mary,\" Phil said. His\n voice was dry and low. \"I didn't know you felt this way about it.\"", "\"You're right, Mary,\" he said. His voice was low—so low she could\n hardly hear him. \"It doesn't matter. Nothing matters now.\" He stood with", "Mary waved to him. \"Good-by,\" she said to herself, but the words stuck\n tight in her throat.", "the ring of lights and moving men, on the edge of the field, Mary stood.\n Her hands moved slowly over the top of the fence, twisting the barbs of\n wire. But her eyes were on the ship.", "\"Mary, listen to me,\" he said. \"It isn't a dream. It's real. There's\n nothing means anything more to me than you do—you know that. But no", "\"She's beautiful, Mary. You've never seen her before, have you?\"", "\"No, I've never seen her before,\" she said. \"Hadn't you better go?\" Her\n voice was strained and she held her hands closed tightly in her lap.\n \"Please go now, Phil,\" she said.", "\"Yes, I think so. Yes, I'm sure you did,\" she said, finishing the\n ritual; but her voice broke, and she turned her head away. Phil sat\n beside her and put his arm around her small shoulders. He had stopped\n smiling.", "her head. He could feel her shoulders shaking with quiet sobs. He\n released her and stood up.", "\"Phil! Oh, Phil.\" She held tightly to him and repeated his name over and\n over.\n\n\n \"They wouldn't let me go, Mary,\" he said finally. \"The general would not\n let me go.\"", "his hands at his sides, watching her. And then turned away and walked\n toward the car.\nTHE END", "herself. And then she felt the touch of a hand on her arm. She turned.", "\"Mary, you know I can't back out now. How could I? It's been three\n years. You know how much I've wanted to be the first man to go. Nothing", "far. She said, \"You look fine, Phil. You look just right.\" She managed a\n smile. Then she leaned forward and crushed the cigarette in the ash\n tray on the maple coffee table and took another from the pack.", "She looked at him. His face was drawn tight, and there were tears on his\n cheeks. \"Thank, God,\" she said. \"It doesn't matter, darling. The only\n thing that matters is you didn't go.\"", "\"I've got to get started, Mary. Will you come to the field with me?\"", "She turned, facing him. There were tears starting in the corners of her\n wide, brown eyes, and she brushed them away with her hand.", "what she wanted.\nPhil Conover pulled the zipper of his flight suit up the front of his\n long, thin body and came into the living room. His face, usually serious", "\"Yes, you did. I told you how I felt. I told you I could never be the\n wife of a space pilot. But I don't think I ever really believed it was" ], [ "\"Hello, Phil. We were beginning to think you weren't coming. You all\n set, son?\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir, I'm all set, I guess,\" Phil said.", "\"Yes, I think so. Yes, I'm sure you did,\" she said, finishing the\n ritual; but her voice broke, and she turned her head away. Phil sat\n beside her and put his arm around her small shoulders. He had stopped\n smiling.", "\"Phil,\" the general said, and took him aside.\n\n\n \"Sir?\"\n\n\n \"Phil, you're ... you feel all right, don't you, son?\"", "\"No, sir. There's nothing wrong,\" Phil said, but his voice didn't carry\n conviction. He reached for a cigarette.", "waved to him, but he didn't smile. Phil wanted to talk to him, to say\n something; but there was nothing to be said now. Sammy's turn would come\n later.", "far. She said, \"You look fine, Phil. You look just right.\" She managed a\n smile. Then she leaned forward and crushed the cigarette in the ash\n tray on the maple coffee table and took another from the pack.", "Phil had worn earlier. When he came into the room, the noise and bustle\n stopped. They turned as one man toward him, and General Small came up to\n him and took his hand.", "\"I wish you had told me this a long time ago, Mary,\" Phil said. His\n voice was dry and low. \"I didn't know you felt this way about it.\"", "\"No, I've never seen her before,\" she said. \"Hadn't you better go?\" Her\n voice was strained and she held her hands closed tightly in her lap.\n \"Please go now, Phil,\" she said.", "\"Phil, I've spent nearly every day with you for three years. I know you\n better than I know myself in many ways. And I've studied the", "what she wanted.\nPhil Conover pulled the zipper of his flight suit up the front of his\n long, thin body and came into the living room. His face, usually serious", "wife. Can't he go? They'd understand, Phil. Please!\" She was holding his\n arms tightly with her hands, and the color had drained from her cheeks.", "\"Yes, good luck, Phil,\" she said. He opened the car door and got out.\n The noise of men and machines scurrying around the ship broke the spell\n of the rocket waiting silently for flight.", "life. It isn't the kind of life I bargained for. No matter how much I\n love you, I just couldn't take that, Phil. I'm sorry. I guess I'm not", "\"How do you do, sir. I'm very proud to meet you,\" Phil said.", "\"Phil, if there is anything—anything at all—you know what it might\n mean. You've got to be in the best mental and physical condition of your", "She finished and took another cigarette from the pack on the coffee\n table and put it to her lips. Her hand was trembling as she touched the\n lighter to the end of the cigarette and drew deeply. Phil stood watching\n her, the excitement completely gone from his eyes.", "connected with the take-off. They were seated now in a semicircle in\n front of a huge chart of the solar system. Phil took his seat, and the", "guard. He read Phil's pass, shined his flashlight in their faces, and\n then saluted. \"Good luck, colonel,\" he said, and shook Phil's hand.", "last minute briefing began. It was a routine he knew by heart. He had\n gone over and over it a thousand times, and he only half listened now.\n He kept thinking of Mary outside, alone by the fence." ], [ "\"Yes, good luck, Phil,\" she said. He opened the car door and got out.\n The noise of men and machines scurrying around the ship broke the spell\n of the rocket waiting silently for flight.", "\"Mary, you know I can't back out now. How could I? It's been three\n years. You know how much I've wanted to be the first man to go. Nothing", "rocket to the Moon lifted up and up to the sky.\nFor a long time after the rocket had become a tiny speck of light in the\n heavens, she stood holding her face in her hands and crying softly to", "\"I wish you had told me this a long time ago, Mary,\" Phil said. His\n voice was dry and low. \"I didn't know you felt this way about it.\"", "the ring of lights and moving men, on the edge of the field, Mary stood.\n Her hands moved slowly over the top of the fence, twisting the barbs of\n wire. But her eyes were on the ship.", "wife. Can't he go? They'd understand, Phil. Please!\" She was holding his\n arms tightly with her hands, and the color had drained from her cheeks.", "\"Phil! Oh, Phil.\" She held tightly to him and repeated his name over and\n over.\n\n\n \"They wouldn't let me go, Mary,\" he said finally. \"The general would not\n let me go.\"", "last minute briefing began. It was a routine he knew by heart. He had\n gone over and over it a thousand times, and he only half listened now.\n He kept thinking of Mary outside, alone by the fence.", "connected with the take-off. They were seated now in a semicircle in\n front of a huge chart of the solar system. Phil took his seat, and the", "\"I've got to get started, Mary. Will you come to the field with me?\"", "\"No, I've never seen her before,\" she said. \"Hadn't you better go?\" Her\n voice was strained and she held her hands closed tightly in her lap.\n \"Please go now, Phil,\" she said.", "Phil asked a few questions about weather and solar conditions. And then\n the session was done. They rose and looked at each other, the same\n unanswered questions on each man's face. There were forced smiles and\n handshakes. They were ready now.", "again. I'd like to be going. It's a thrilling thought—man's first\n adventure into the universe. You're lighting a new dawn of history,", "man ever had the chance to do what I'm going to do tonight—no man ever.\n If I backed out now for any reason, I'd never be able to look at the sky\n again. I'd be through.\"", "\"Mary, listen to me,\" he said. \"It isn't a dream. It's real. There's\n nothing means anything more to me than you do—you know that. But no", "\"Yes, I think so. Yes, I'm sure you did,\" she said, finishing the\n ritual; but her voice broke, and she turned her head away. Phil sat\n beside her and put his arm around her small shoulders. He had stopped\n smiling.", "possible—not until this morning when you said tonight was the take-off.\n It's so stupid to jeopardize everything we've got for a ridiculous\n dream!\"", "and now the men were checking again, on their own time. The thing they\n had worked toward for six years was ready to happen, and each one felt\n that he was sending just a little bit of himself into the sky. Beyond", "\"Hello, Phil. We were beginning to think you weren't coming. You all\n set, son?\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir, I'm all set, I guess,\" Phil said.", "what she wanted.\nPhil Conover pulled the zipper of his flight suit up the front of his\n long, thin body and came into the living room. His face, usually serious" ], [ "\"I wish you had told me this a long time ago, Mary,\" Phil said. His\n voice was dry and low. \"I didn't know you felt this way about it.\"", "\"Yes, I think so. Yes, I'm sure you did,\" she said, finishing the\n ritual; but her voice broke, and she turned her head away. Phil sat\n beside her and put his arm around her small shoulders. He had stopped\n smiling.", "\"You're right, Mary,\" he said. His voice was low—so low she could\n hardly hear him. \"It doesn't matter. Nothing matters now.\" He stood with", "\"Phil! Oh, Phil.\" She held tightly to him and repeated his name over and\n over.\n\n\n \"They wouldn't let me go, Mary,\" he said finally. \"The general would not\n let me go.\"", "life. It isn't the kind of life I bargained for. No matter how much I\n love you, I just couldn't take that, Phil. I'm sorry. I guess I'm not", "his hands at his sides, watching her. And then turned away and walked\n toward the car.\nTHE END", "last minute briefing began. It was a routine he knew by heart. He had\n gone over and over it a thousand times, and he only half listened now.\n He kept thinking of Mary outside, alone by the fence.", "\"Mary, listen to me,\" he said. \"It isn't a dream. It's real. There's\n nothing means anything more to me than you do—you know that. But no", "\"No, I've never seen her before,\" she said. \"Hadn't you better go?\" Her\n voice was strained and she held her hands closed tightly in her lap.\n \"Please go now, Phil,\" she said.", "far. She said, \"You look fine, Phil. You look just right.\" She managed a\n smile. Then she leaned forward and crushed the cigarette in the ash\n tray on the maple coffee table and took another from the pack.", "wife. Can't he go? They'd understand, Phil. Please!\" She was holding his\n arms tightly with her hands, and the color had drained from her cheeks.", "life tonight. You know better than any man here what that means to our\n success. I think there is something more than just natural apprehension\n wrong with you. Want to tell me?\"", "She finished and took another cigarette from the pack on the coffee\n table and put it to her lips. Her hand was trembling as she touched the\n lighter to the end of the cigarette and drew deeply. Phil stood watching\n her, the excitement completely gone from his eyes.", "She looked at him. His face was drawn tight, and there were tears on his\n cheeks. \"Thank, God,\" she said. \"It doesn't matter, darling. The only\n thing that matters is you didn't go.\"", "\"Phil, I've spent nearly every day with you for three years. I know you\n better than I know myself in many ways. And I've studied the", "\"Phil,\" the general said, and took him aside.\n\n\n \"Sir?\"\n\n\n \"Phil, you're ... you feel all right, don't you, son?\"", "Phil asked a few questions about weather and solar conditions. And then\n the session was done. They rose and looked at each other, the same\n unanswered questions on each man's face. There were forced smiles and\n handshakes. They were ready now.", "\"Yes, you did. I told you how I felt. I told you I could never be the\n wife of a space pilot. But I don't think I ever really believed it was", "Mary waved to him. \"Good-by,\" she said to herself, but the words stuck\n tight in her throat.", "\"Yes, good luck, Phil,\" she said. He opened the car door and got out.\n The noise of men and machines scurrying around the ship broke the spell\n of the rocket waiting silently for flight." ], [ "\"Phil,\" the general said, and took him aside.\n\n\n \"Sir?\"\n\n\n \"Phil, you're ... you feel all right, don't you, son?\"", "\"Phil! Oh, Phil.\" She held tightly to him and repeated his name over and\n over.\n\n\n \"They wouldn't let me go, Mary,\" he said finally. \"The general would not\n let me go.\"", "Phil had worn earlier. When he came into the room, the noise and bustle\n stopped. They turned as one man toward him, and General Small came up to\n him and took his hand.", "guard. He read Phil's pass, shined his flashlight in their faces, and\n then saluted. \"Good luck, colonel,\" he said, and shook Phil's hand.", "The general took Phil's arm and they walked to the briefing room. There\n were chairs set up for the scientists and Air Force officers directly", "Phil asked a few questions about weather and solar conditions. And then\n the session was done. They rose and looked at each other, the same\n unanswered questions on each man's face. There were forced smiles and\n handshakes. They were ready now.", "\"Phil, don't go. Please don't. They can send Sammy. Sammy doesn't have a", "\"Hello, Phil. We were beginning to think you weren't coming. You all\n set, son?\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir, I'm all set, I guess,\" Phil said.", "\"No, sir. There's nothing wrong,\" Phil said, but his voice didn't carry\n conviction. He reached for a cigarette.", "\"Yes, I think so. Yes, I'm sure you did,\" she said, finishing the\n ritual; but her voice broke, and she turned her head away. Phil sat\n beside her and put his arm around her small shoulders. He had stopped\n smiling.", "waved to him, but he didn't smile. Phil wanted to talk to him, to say\n something; but there was nothing to be said now. Sammy's turn would come\n later.", "\"Yes, good luck, Phil,\" she said. He opened the car door and got out.\n The noise of men and machines scurrying around the ship broke the spell\n of the rocket waiting silently for flight.", "\"Thanks, sergeant. I'll be seeing you next week,\" Phil said, and smiled.\n They drove between the rows of wooden buildings that lined the field,", "wife. Can't he go? They'd understand, Phil. Please!\" She was holding his\n arms tightly with her hands, and the color had drained from her cheeks.", "Phil turned the car off the highway onto the rutted dirt road that led\n across the sand to the field where the ship waited. In the distance they", "\"No, I've never seen her before,\" she said. \"Hadn't you better go?\" Her\n voice was strained and she held her hands closed tightly in her lap.\n \"Please go now, Phil,\" she said.", "\"I wish you had told me this a long time ago, Mary,\" Phil said. His\n voice was dry and low. \"I didn't know you felt this way about it.\"", "\"Phil, I've spent nearly every day with you for three years. I know you\n better than I know myself in many ways. And I've studied the", "possible—not until this morning when you said tonight was the take-off.\n It's so stupid to jeopardize everything we've got for a ridiculous\n dream!\"", "\"Mr. Secretary,\" the general said, \"this is Colonel Conover. He'll be\n the first man in history to see the other side of the Moon. Colonel—the\n Secretary of Defense.\"" ], [ "\"I wish you had told me this a long time ago, Mary,\" Phil said. His\n voice was dry and low. \"I didn't know you felt this way about it.\"", "\"Phil, don't go. Please don't. They can send Sammy. Sammy doesn't have a", "\"Phil! Oh, Phil.\" She held tightly to him and repeated his name over and\n over.\n\n\n \"They wouldn't let me go, Mary,\" he said finally. \"The general would not\n let me go.\"", "waved to him, but he didn't smile. Phil wanted to talk to him, to say\n something; but there was nothing to be said now. Sammy's turn would come\n later.", "wife. Can't he go? They'd understand, Phil. Please!\" She was holding his\n arms tightly with her hands, and the color had drained from her cheeks.", "\"Yes, I think so. Yes, I'm sure you did,\" she said, finishing the\n ritual; but her voice broke, and she turned her head away. Phil sat\n beside her and put his arm around her small shoulders. He had stopped\n smiling.", "\"No, I've never seen her before,\" she said. \"Hadn't you better go?\" Her\n voice was strained and she held her hands closed tightly in her lap.\n \"Please go now, Phil,\" she said.", "last minute briefing began. It was a routine he knew by heart. He had\n gone over and over it a thousand times, and he only half listened now.\n He kept thinking of Mary outside, alone by the fence.", "\"Phil, I've spent nearly every day with you for three years. I know you\n better than I know myself in many ways. And I've studied the", "far. She said, \"You look fine, Phil. You look just right.\" She managed a\n smile. Then she leaned forward and crushed the cigarette in the ash\n tray on the maple coffee table and took another from the pack.", "\"You're right, Mary,\" he said. His voice was low—so low she could\n hardly hear him. \"It doesn't matter. Nothing matters now.\" He stood with", "life. It isn't the kind of life I bargained for. No matter how much I\n love you, I just couldn't take that, Phil. I'm sorry. I guess I'm not", "what she wanted.\nPhil Conover pulled the zipper of his flight suit up the front of his\n long, thin body and came into the living room. His face, usually serious", "\"Mary, listen to me,\" he said. \"It isn't a dream. It's real. There's\n nothing means anything more to me than you do—you know that. But no", "\"Phil,\" the general said, and took him aside.\n\n\n \"Sir?\"\n\n\n \"Phil, you're ... you feel all right, don't you, son?\"", "\"Mary, you know I can't back out now. How could I? It's been three\n years. You know how much I've wanted to be the first man to go. Nothing", "Mary waved to him. \"Good-by,\" she said to herself, but the words stuck\n tight in her throat.", "\"She's beautiful, Mary. You've never seen her before, have you?\"", "As they crossed the room, familiar faces smiled, and each man shook his\n hand or touched his arm. He saw Sammy, alone, by the coffee urn. Sammy", "\"No, sir. There's nothing wrong,\" Phil said, but his voice didn't carry\n conviction. He reached for a cigarette." ], [ "Phil asked a few questions about weather and solar conditions. And then\n the session was done. They rose and looked at each other, the same\n unanswered questions on each man's face. There were forced smiles and\n handshakes. They were ready now.", "and now the men were checking again, on their own time. The thing they\n had worked toward for six years was ready to happen, and each one felt\n that he was sending just a little bit of himself into the sky. Beyond", "last minute briefing began. It was a routine he knew by heart. He had\n gone over and over it a thousand times, and he only half listened now.\n He kept thinking of Mary outside, alone by the fence.", "into their machines and drove back outside the take-off zone. And,\n alone, one man climbed the steel ladder up the side of the", "\"Hello, Phil. We were beginning to think you weren't coming. You all\n set, son?\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir, I'm all set, I guess,\" Phil said.", "And then they were ready. A small group of excited men came out from the\n administration building and moved forward. The check-out crews climbed", "The general took Phil's arm and they walked to the briefing room. There\n were chairs set up for the scientists and Air Force officers directly", "The small group at the base of the ship turned and walked back to the\n fence. And for an eternity the great ship stood alone, waiting. Then,", "The voice of the briefing officer was a dull hum in his ears.", "Outside, the take-off zone crawled with men and machines at the base of\n the rocket. For ten hours, the final check-outs had been in progress;", "life tonight. You know better than any man here what that means to our\n success. I think there is something more than just natural apprehension\n wrong with you. Want to tell me?\"", "existed only because of the huge ship standing poised in the take-off\n zone five miles away in the desert. Its future as a town rested with the\n ship, and the town seemed to feel the uncertainty of its future, seemed", "\"No, sir. There's nothing wrong,\" Phil said, but his voice didn't carry\n conviction. He reached for a cigarette.", "\"Yes, good luck, Phil,\" she said. He opened the car door and got out.\n The noise of men and machines scurrying around the ship broke the spell\n of the rocket waiting silently for flight.", "\"Phil,\" the general said, and took him aside.\n\n\n \"Sir?\"\n\n\n \"Phil, you're ... you feel all right, don't you, son?\"", "connected with the take-off. They were seated now in a semicircle in\n front of a huge chart of the solar system. Phil took his seat, and the", "from deep inside, a rumble came, increasing in volume to a gigantic roar\n that shook the earth and tore at the ears. Slowly, the first manned", "Phil had worn earlier. When he came into the room, the noise and bustle\n stopped. They turned as one man toward him, and General Small came up to\n him and took his hand.", "man ever had the chance to do what I'm going to do tonight—no man ever.\n If I backed out now for any reason, I'd never be able to look at the sky\n again. I'd be through.\"", "Inside the building it was like a locker room before the big game. The\n tension stood alone, and each man had the same happy, excited look that" ], [ "last minute briefing began. It was a routine he knew by heart. He had\n gone over and over it a thousand times, and he only half listened now.\n He kept thinking of Mary outside, alone by the fence.", "the ring of lights and moving men, on the edge of the field, Mary stood.\n Her hands moved slowly over the top of the fence, twisting the barbs of\n wire. But her eyes were on the ship.", "\"You're right, Mary,\" he said. His voice was low—so low she could\n hardly hear him. \"It doesn't matter. Nothing matters now.\" He stood with", "Mary waved to him. \"Good-by,\" she said to herself, but the words stuck\n tight in her throat.", "\"I wish you had told me this a long time ago, Mary,\" Phil said. His\n voice was dry and low. \"I didn't know you felt this way about it.\"", "\"She's beautiful, Mary. You've never seen her before, have you?\"", "her head. He could feel her shoulders shaking with quiet sobs. He\n released her and stood up.", "\"Phil! Oh, Phil.\" She held tightly to him and repeated his name over and\n over.\n\n\n \"They wouldn't let me go, Mary,\" he said finally. \"The general would not\n let me go.\"", "The small group at the base of the ship turned and walked back to the\n fence. And for an eternity the great ship stood alone, waiting. Then,", "herself. And then she felt the touch of a hand on her arm. She turned.", "\"No, I've never seen her before,\" she said. \"Hadn't you better go?\" Her\n voice was strained and she held her hands closed tightly in her lap.\n \"Please go now, Phil,\" she said.", "\"I've got to get started, Mary. Will you come to the field with me?\"", "\"Mary, listen to me,\" he said. \"It isn't a dream. It's real. There's\n nothing means anything more to me than you do—you know that. But no", "his hands at his sides, watching her. And then turned away and walked\n toward the car.\nTHE END", "\"Mary, you know I can't back out now. How could I? It's been three\n years. You know how much I've wanted to be the first man to go. Nothing", "\"Mary, I—\" he began, and then turned and strode toward the\n administration building without looking back.", "rocket to the Moon lifted up and up to the sky.\nFor a long time after the rocket had become a tiny speck of light in the\n heavens, she stood holding her face in her hands and crying softly to", "and he parked near the low barbed fence ringing the take-off zone. He\n turned off the ignition, and sat quietly for a moment before lighting a\n cigarette. Then he looked at his wife. She was staring through the", "She turned, facing him. There were tears starting in the corners of her\n wide, brown eyes, and she brushed them away with her hand.", "\"Yes, I think so. Yes, I'm sure you did,\" she said, finishing the\n ritual; but her voice broke, and she turned her head away. Phil sat\n beside her and put his arm around her small shoulders. He had stopped\n smiling." ], [ "\"You're right, Mary,\" he said. His voice was low—so low she could\n hardly hear him. \"It doesn't matter. Nothing matters now.\" He stood with", "\"Yes, I think so. Yes, I'm sure you did,\" she said, finishing the\n ritual; but her voice broke, and she turned her head away. Phil sat\n beside her and put his arm around her small shoulders. He had stopped\n smiling.", "his hands at his sides, watching her. And then turned away and walked\n toward the car.\nTHE END", "She looked at him. His face was drawn tight, and there were tears on his\n cheeks. \"Thank, God,\" she said. \"It doesn't matter, darling. The only\n thing that matters is you didn't go.\"", "He leaned toward her and touched her cheek. Then she was in his arms,\n her head buried against his shoulder.\n\n\n \"Good-by, darling,\" she said.", "\"On the contrary, colonel. I'm very proud to meet you. I've been looking\n at that ship out there and wondering. I almost wish I were a young man", "last minute briefing began. It was a routine he knew by heart. He had\n gone over and over it a thousand times, and he only half listened now.\n He kept thinking of Mary outside, alone by the fence.", "guard. He read Phil's pass, shined his flashlight in their faces, and\n then saluted. \"Good luck, colonel,\" he said, and shook Phil's hand.", "\"Honey, look at me,\" he said. \"It isn't going to be bad. Honestly it\n isn't. We know exactly how it will be. If anything could go wrong, they", "Phil asked a few questions about weather and solar conditions. And then\n the session was done. They rose and looked at each other, the same\n unanswered questions on each man's face. There were forced smiles and\n handshakes. They were ready now.", "far. She said, \"You look fine, Phil. You look just right.\" She managed a\n smile. Then she leaned forward and crushed the cigarette in the ash\n tray on the maple coffee table and took another from the pack.", "\"Phil,\" the general said, and took him aside.\n\n\n \"Sir?\"\n\n\n \"Phil, you're ... you feel all right, don't you, son?\"", "\"No, I've never seen her before,\" she said. \"Hadn't you better go?\" Her\n voice was strained and she held her hands closed tightly in her lap.\n \"Please go now, Phil,\" she said.", "life tonight. You know better than any man here what that means to our\n success. I think there is something more than just natural apprehension\n wrong with you. Want to tell me?\"", "\"Let's go, if you're still going,\" she finally said.\nThey drove through the streets of the small town with its small", "Mary waved to him. \"Good-by,\" she said to herself, but the words stuck\n tight in her throat.", "The small group at the base of the ship turned and walked back to the\n fence. And for an eternity the great ship stood alone, waiting. Then,", "\"Yes, you did. I told you how I felt. I told you I could never be the\n wife of a space pilot. But I don't think I ever really believed it was", "As they crossed the room, familiar faces smiled, and each man shook his\n hand or touched his arm. He saw Sammy, alone, by the coffee urn. Sammy", "and he parked near the low barbed fence ringing the take-off zone. He\n turned off the ignition, and sat quietly for a moment before lighting a\n cigarette. Then he looked at his wife. She was staring through the" ], [ "\"Phil, don't go. Please don't. They can send Sammy. Sammy doesn't have a", "wife. Can't he go? They'd understand, Phil. Please!\" She was holding his\n arms tightly with her hands, and the color had drained from her cheeks.", "\"Hello, Phil. We were beginning to think you weren't coming. You all\n set, son?\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir, I'm all set, I guess,\" Phil said.", "\"Phil! Oh, Phil.\" She held tightly to him and repeated his name over and\n over.\n\n\n \"They wouldn't let me go, Mary,\" he said finally. \"The general would not\n let me go.\"", "\"I wish you had told me this a long time ago, Mary,\" Phil said. His\n voice was dry and low. \"I didn't know you felt this way about it.\"", "\"Yes, I think so. Yes, I'm sure you did,\" she said, finishing the\n ritual; but her voice broke, and she turned her head away. Phil sat\n beside her and put his arm around her small shoulders. He had stopped\n smiling.", "waved to him, but he didn't smile. Phil wanted to talk to him, to say\n something; but there was nothing to be said now. Sammy's turn would come\n later.", "\"Phil, I've spent nearly every day with you for three years. I know you\n better than I know myself in many ways. And I've studied the", "\"Phil,\" the general said, and took him aside.\n\n\n \"Sir?\"\n\n\n \"Phil, you're ... you feel all right, don't you, son?\"", "\"Yes, good luck, Phil,\" she said. He opened the car door and got out.\n The noise of men and machines scurrying around the ship broke the spell\n of the rocket waiting silently for flight.", "man ever had the chance to do what I'm going to do tonight—no man ever.\n If I backed out now for any reason, I'd never be able to look at the sky\n again. I'd be through.\"", "\"Phil, if there is anything—anything at all—you know what it might\n mean. You've got to be in the best mental and physical condition of your", "Phil asked a few questions about weather and solar conditions. And then\n the session was done. They rose and looked at each other, the same\n unanswered questions on each man's face. There were forced smiles and\n handshakes. They were ready now.", "guard. He read Phil's pass, shined his flashlight in their faces, and\n then saluted. \"Good luck, colonel,\" he said, and shook Phil's hand.", "\"No, I've never seen her before,\" she said. \"Hadn't you better go?\" Her\n voice was strained and she held her hands closed tightly in her lap.\n \"Please go now, Phil,\" she said.", "life. It isn't the kind of life I bargained for. No matter how much I\n love you, I just couldn't take that, Phil. I'm sorry. I guess I'm not", "\"No, sir. There's nothing wrong,\" Phil said, but his voice didn't carry\n conviction. He reached for a cigarette.", "She looked at him. His face was drawn tight, and there were tears on his\n cheeks. \"Thank, God,\" she said. \"It doesn't matter, darling. The only\n thing that matters is you didn't go.\"", "Phil had worn earlier. When he came into the room, the noise and bustle\n stopped. They turned as one man toward him, and General Small came up to\n him and took his hand.", "Phil turned the car off the highway onto the rutted dirt road that led\n across the sand to the field where the ship waited. In the distance they" ] ]

[ "Which of these is an irony represented as a main point in the story?", "What would have happened if Drs. Niemand and Hillyard had not visited Henry Middletown?", "What would Dr. Niemand think was the real benefit of visiting Henry Middletown?", "What is the significance of the twenty-seven day cycle", "Which of these is the most important reason Dr. Niemand contacted Dr. Hillyard specifically?", "Which of these does Dr. Niemand believe to be true about the timing of the attacks?", "Which of these does Dr. Niemand believe to be true about the cause of the attacks?", "Which of these is not a reason for the researchers to travel to Arizona?", "What is the role of sunspots in this phenomenon?", "What is the main point of this interview?" ]

[ [ "Men are more affected by the 27-day cycle than women are", "Astronomers never talk to each other but only make progress when they do", "The moon controls the tides but the sun controls emotions", "Evil will haunt mankind as long as there is light from the Sun" ], [ "They would have traveled to Australia to talk to a specialist", "They would have totally given up on their research", "They would have been missing a key point of connection that allowed them to move their work forward", "They would have talked to a radio astronomer at a different observatory" ], [ "Access to specialized graph paper to make sense of their data", "Access to calendar records to find a pattern with", "To establish the randomness of the solar flares", "To provide a perspective from another field" ], [ "This restructured the data from the reports in a way that fit the sun's rotation", "It explains why women are more succeptible to the effects of the radiation", "It shows how arbitrary the cycle is", "It explains why the symptoms of a flare are so similar to PMS symptoms" ], [ "Dr. Hillyard is located on the east coast", "Dr. Niemand wanted to see if this was happening in other parts of California", "They were old roommates, so Dr. Niemand could trust him with his theory", "They were friends from medical school" ], [ "They are related to sunspots and the speed of the Earth's rotation", "Overcast weather throws off the timing of paired attacks in different areas", "The timing of the events depends on the movement of the moon, like tides of oceans", "They are related to the sun's cycle and the speed at which S-Regions travel" ], [ "The second world war brought out violent tendancies which caused a spread of emotional effects", "It is the humans' development & use of radio technology that is causing the solar events", "It is the innate evil of humankind that is causing the emotional disruptions", "Is it an event on the Sun that causes the attacks" ], [ "It is not on the coastlines, allowing to look at data away from either coast", "Mountain ranges are expected to have unique effects on the symptoms ", "There is an observatory with equipment that can be used for research", "A potentially useful research partner is there" ], [ "Sunspots are what we are able to see, but serve only as an approximation of S-Regions, the true cause", "Sunspots were the key for Henry Middletown's breakthrough in the study", "Sunspots were what inspired Dr. Niemand to do research on the Sun in the first place", "Sunspots are the underlying cause of the issue, which are trackable by S-regions" ], [ "To complain that the conference paper was underattended and underappreciated", "To discuss the effects of hidden areas on the sun on people's behavior", "To argue that multidisciplinary science is the best kind of science", "To warn people of the dangers of the sun on their minds and bodies" ] ]

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[ [ "This, be it understood, is fiction—nothing but fiction—and not,\n under any circumstances, to be considered as having any truth\n whatever to it. It's obviously utterly impossible ... isn't it?", "life. One man said he felt as if the world were closing in on him.\n Another that he felt the people around him were plotting his\n destruction. One housewife made her husband lock her in her room for", "NIEMAND. Well, they're common enough, goodness knows. As old as the\n world, in fact. Yet strangely enough it's hard to describe them in exact\n terms.", "ever since the days of Job. And like Job they have usually given up in\n despair, convinced that the origin of evil is too deep for the human\n mind to solve. Generally they have concluded that man is inherently", "their attack was invariably sudden and with scarcely any warning. They\n would be going about their work feeling perfectly all right. Then in a\n minute the whole world was like some scene from a nightmare. A week or", "NIEMAND. Well, Shakespeare would have been nearer the truth if he had\n put it the other way around. \"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in", "in the arms and shoulders. Hillyard had been able to effect a complete\n cure for which the boy was very grateful, and they had kept up a\n desultory correspondence. Middletown was now specializing in radio", "flourished. Man at last seemed to be making progress toward some higher\n goal. Then suddenly—\nfor no detectable reason\n—conditions are", "NIEMAND. A doctor must always do something for the patients who come to\n his office seeking help. First I gave them a thorough physical", "Rome? I believe it went like this: \"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in\n our stars but in ourselves that we are underlings.\"", "to war. They can't help themselves. They are impelled by forces over\n which they have no control. By forces outside of themselves.", "reversed. Wars rage. People go mad. The world is plunged into an orgy of\n bloodshed and misery.", "examination. I turned up some minor ailments—a slight heart murmur or a\n trace of albumin in the urine—but nothing of any significance. On the", "symptoms were usually slight ... a sudden feeling of uneasiness and\n guilt ... hot and cold flashes ... dizziness ... double vision. Then\n this ghastly sense of depression coupled with a blind insensate rage at", "NIEMAND. Nonsense. Men always make some flimsy excuse for going to war.\n The truth of the matter is that men go to war because they want to go", "ourselves but in our stars\" or better \"in the Sun.\"\nLATHAM. In the Sun?", "NIEMAND. That is the logical outcome of our investigation. We are\n controlled and swayed by forces which in many cases we are powerless to\n resist.", "implications are discussed here in an exclusive interview with Dr.\n Niemand by Philip Latham.\nLATHAM. Dr. Niemand, what would you say is your main job?", "Fiction May 1959. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that\n the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]", "became convinced it could not be attributed to chance. A mathematical\n analysis showed the number of coincidences followed a Poisson\n distribution very closely. I couldn't possibly see what daylight had to" ], [ "in the arms and shoulders. Hillyard had been able to effect a complete\n cure for which the boy was very grateful, and they had kept up a\n desultory correspondence. Middletown was now specializing in radio", "before Hillyard had gotten to know a young astrophysicist, Henry\n Middletown, who had come to him suffering from a severe case of myositis", "NIEMAND. It was really quite simple. But if it had not been for\n Middletown's experience in charting other solar phenomena it would never", "NIEMAND. Middletown was immediately struck by the resemblance between\n the chart of mental disturbance and one he had been plotting over the", "NIEMAND. A doctor must always do something for the patients who come to\n his office seeking help. First I gave them a thorough physical", "implications are discussed here in an exclusive interview with Dr.\n Niemand by Philip Latham.\nLATHAM. Dr. Niemand, what would you say is your main job?", "In the closing days of December, 1957, at the meeting of the American\n Association for the Advancement of Science in New York, Dr. Niemand", "NIEMAND. Perhaps I'd better go back to the beginning. Let me see.... It\n all started back in March, 1955, when I started getting patients", "was this idea that prompted me to get in touch with an old colleague of\n mine I had known at UC medical school, Dr. Max Hillyard, who was in\n practice in Utica, New York.", "was our only lead we had no other choice but to follow it regardless of\n the consequences. Here luck played somewhat of a part, for Hillyard\n happened to have a contact that proved invaluable to us. Several years", "will have to establish a clearing house in science instead of keeping it\n in tight little compartments as we do at present. Well, Hillyard and I\n packed up for Arizona with considerable misgivings. We were afraid", "NIEMAND. Naturally I said nothing of this to my patients. I did,\n however, take pains to impress upon them the necessity of keeping an", "California without a corresponding attack in New York where the Sun had\n set. Dr. Hillyard and I had been searching desperately for a clue. We\n had both noticed that the attacks occurred only during the daylight", "them all set down for easy numerical tabulation. Middletown went to work\n with scarcely a word. Within an hour he had produced a chart that was\n simply astounding.", "Middletown wouldn't take our findings seriously but somewhat to our\n surprise he heard our story with the closest attention. I guess\n astronomers have gotten so used to hearing from flying saucer", "NIEMAND. Total strangers miles apart were stricken at almost the same\n moment. At first I thought nothing of it but as my records accumulated I", "NIEMAND. It was the old case of workers in one field of science being\n completely ignorant of what was going on in another field. Someday we", "NIEMAND. It certainly did. It looked as if we were headed back to the\n Middle Ages when astrology and medicine went hand in hand. But since it", "be with us ... as long as the Sun shall continue to shine upon this\n little world.\nTHE END\n[A]\n Middletown believes that the Intense radiation recently", "LATHAM. Now, Dr. Niemand, I understand that you have been investigating\n solar and terrestrial relationships along rather unorthodox lines.\n\n\n NIEMAND. Yes, I suppose some people would say so." ], [ "NIEMAND. A doctor must always do something for the patients who come to\n his office seeking help. First I gave them a thorough physical", "implications are discussed here in an exclusive interview with Dr.\n Niemand by Philip Latham.\nLATHAM. Dr. Niemand, what would you say is your main job?", "in the arms and shoulders. Hillyard had been able to effect a complete\n cure for which the boy was very grateful, and they had kept up a\n desultory correspondence. Middletown was now specializing in radio", "NIEMAND. Middletown was immediately struck by the resemblance between\n the chart of mental disturbance and one he had been plotting over the", "before Hillyard had gotten to know a young astrophysicist, Henry\n Middletown, who had come to him suffering from a severe case of myositis", "NIEMAND. It was really quite simple. But if it had not been for\n Middletown's experience in charting other solar phenomena it would never", "NIEMAND. Naturally I said nothing of this to my patients. I did,\n however, take pains to impress upon them the necessity of keeping an", "NIEMAND. Perhaps I'd better go back to the beginning. Let me see.... It\n all started back in March, 1955, when I started getting patients", "In the closing days of December, 1957, at the meeting of the American\n Association for the Advancement of Science in New York, Dr. Niemand", "LATHAM. Now, Dr. Niemand, I understand that you have been investigating\n solar and terrestrial relationships along rather unorthodox lines.\n\n\n NIEMAND. Yes, I suppose some people would say so.", "NIEMAND. I was afraid the result would be that my old roommate would\n think I had gone completely crazy. Imagine my surprise and gratification", "NIEMAND. Nonsense. Men always make some flimsy excuse for going to war.\n The truth of the matter is that men go to war because they want to go", "NIEMAND. Middletown says that the radio waves emanating from them are\n strongly circularly polarized. Moreover, the sense of rotation remains", "NIEMAND. Well, Shakespeare would have been nearer the truth if he had\n put it the other way around. \"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in", "LATHAM. You have broken new ground?\n\n\n NIEMAND. That's true.\n\n\n LATHAM. In what way have your investigations differed from those of\n others?", "NIEMAND. Oh, yes. In a few cases in which I tried tranquilizing pills of\n the meprobamate type there was some slight improvement. I want to", "NIEMAND. It certainly did. It looked as if we were headed back to the\n Middle Ages when astrology and medicine went hand in hand. But since it", "Middletown wouldn't take our findings seriously but somewhat to our\n surprise he heard our story with the closest attention. I guess\n astronomers have gotten so used to hearing from flying saucer", "NIEMAND. Total strangers miles apart were stricken at almost the same\n moment. At first I thought nothing of it but as my records accumulated I", "NIEMAND. Well, they're common enough, goodness knows. As old as the\n world, in fact. Yet strangely enough it's hard to describe them in exact\n terms." ], [ "NIEMAND. Why, because twenty-seven days is about the synodic period of\n solar rotation. That is, if you see a large spot at the center of the", "were dated under one another not at intervals of twenty-seven days, but\n at intervals of twenty-seven point three days.", "Sun's disk today, there is a good chance if it survives that you will\n see it at the same place twenty-seven days later. But that night\n Middletown produced another chart that showed the connection with the", "NIEMAND. Because the average period of solar rotation in the sunspot\n zone is not twenty-seven days but twenty-seven point three days. And on", "intensity of the attacks reported on that day. Then he laid out another\n horizontal row below the first one dated twenty-seven days later. That", "NIEMAND. Very closely. You see it takes about twelve days for an\n S-Region to pass across the face of the Sun, since the synodic rotation\n is twenty-seven point three days.", "became convinced it could not be attributed to chance. A mathematical\n analysis showed the number of coincidences followed a Poisson\n distribution very closely. I couldn't possibly see what daylight had to", "NIEMAND. The number of spots on the Sun rises and falls in a cycle of\nabout\neleven years. That word\nabout\nmakes quite a difference.\n\n\n LATHAM. In what way?", "California without a corresponding attack in New York where the Sun had\n set. Dr. Hillyard and I had been searching desperately for a clue. We\n had both noticed that the attacks occurred only during the daylight", "years from his radio observations. Now when he compared the two charts\n the resemblance between the two was unmistakable. The pattern shown by\n the chart of mental disturbance corresponded in a striking way with the", "LATHAM. Isn't it true that the number of spots on the Sun rises and\n falls in a cycle of eleven years?", "LATHAM. I believe you said the periods of mental disturbance last for\n about ten or twelve days. How does that tie-in with the S-Regions?", "hours but this had not seemed especially significant. Here we had\n evidence pointing directly to the source of trouble. It must have some\n connection with the Sun.", "on the west coast. That is about as close as you can hope to time a\n subjective effect of this nature. And now another fact emerged which\n gave us another clue.", "about yourself, or are filled with resentment toward the world, then you\n may be pretty sure that an S-Region is passing across the face of the\n Sun. Keep a tight rein on yourself. For it seems that evil will always", "of carrying on the practice of medicine. The only thing for which I do\n give myself credit was that I asked my patients to keep a detailed\n record of their symptoms taking special care to note the time of", "is, the square under March 1st in the top row was dated March 28th in\n the row below it. He filled in the chart until he had an array of dozens", "NIEMAND. We doubt it. As I said before, the charts show a lag of about\n forty-eight hours between the development of an S-Region and the onset", "LATHAM. I should think it would be nearer thirteen or fourteen days.\n\n\n NIEMAND. Apparently an S-Region is not particularly effective when it is\n just coming on or just going off the disk of the Sun.", "solar chart but with this difference. The disturbances on the Earth\n started two days later on the average than the disturbances due to the\n S-Regions on the Sun. In other words, there was a lag of about" ], [ "implications are discussed here in an exclusive interview with Dr.\n Niemand by Philip Latham.\nLATHAM. Dr. Niemand, what would you say is your main job?", "was our only lead we had no other choice but to follow it regardless of\n the consequences. Here luck played somewhat of a part, for Hillyard\n happened to have a contact that proved invaluable to us. Several years", "was this idea that prompted me to get in touch with an old colleague of\n mine I had known at UC medical school, Dr. Max Hillyard, who was in\n practice in Utica, New York.", "in the arms and shoulders. Hillyard had been able to effect a complete\n cure for which the boy was very grateful, and they had kept up a\n desultory correspondence. Middletown was now specializing in radio", "NIEMAND. A doctor must always do something for the patients who come to\n his office seeking help. First I gave them a thorough physical", "NIEMAND. Naturally I said nothing of this to my patients. I did,\n however, take pains to impress upon them the necessity of keeping an", "LATHAM. Now, Dr. Niemand, I understand that you have been investigating\n solar and terrestrial relationships along rather unorthodox lines.\n\n\n NIEMAND. Yes, I suppose some people would say so.", "NIEMAND. Perhaps I'd better go back to the beginning. Let me see.... It\n all started back in March, 1955, when I started getting patients", "In the closing days of December, 1957, at the meeting of the American\n Association for the Advancement of Science in New York, Dr. Niemand", "LATHAM. You have broken new ground?\n\n\n NIEMAND. That's true.\n\n\n LATHAM. In what way have your investigations differed from those of\n others?", "will have to establish a clearing house in science instead of keeping it\n in tight little compartments as we do at present. Well, Hillyard and I\n packed up for Arizona with considerable misgivings. We were afraid", "NIEMAND. Total strangers miles apart were stricken at almost the same\n moment. At first I thought nothing of it but as my records accumulated I", "before Hillyard had gotten to know a young astrophysicist, Henry\n Middletown, who had come to him suffering from a severe case of myositis", "California without a corresponding attack in New York where the Sun had\n set. Dr. Hillyard and I had been searching desperately for a clue. We\n had both noticed that the attacks occurred only during the daylight", "NIEMAND. It was the old case of workers in one field of science being\n completely ignorant of what was going on in another field. Someday we", "NIEMAND. Middletown was immediately struck by the resemblance between\n the chart of mental disturbance and one he had been plotting over the", "An interview with Dr. I. M. Niemand, Director of the Psychophysical\n Institute of Solar and Terrestrial Relations, Camarillo, California.", "NIEMAND. That is the logical outcome of our investigation. We are\n controlled and swayed by forces which in many cases we are powerless to\n resist.", "NIEMAND. I was afraid the result would be that my old roommate would\n think I had gone completely crazy. Imagine my surprise and gratification", "LATHAM. What is your opinion of these correlations?\n\n\n NIEMAND. Pure bosh in most cases.\n\n\n LATHAM. But some are valid?" ], [ "NIEMAND. The first thing that struck me was that the attacks all\n occurred during the daytime, between the hours of about seven in the\n morning and five in the evening. Then there were these coincidences—", "NIEMAND. We say an attack is simultaneous when one occurred on the east\n coast, for example, not earlier or later than five minutes of an attack", "LATHAM. Which was?\n\n\n NIEMAND. In every case of a simultaneous attack the Sun was shining at\n both New York and California.", "California without a corresponding attack in New York where the Sun had\n set. Dr. Hillyard and I had been searching desperately for a clue. We\n had both noticed that the attacks occurred only during the daylight", "NIEMAND. We doubt it. As I said before, the charts show a lag of about\n forty-eight hours between the development of an S-Region and the onset", "implications are discussed here in an exclusive interview with Dr.\n Niemand by Philip Latham.\nLATHAM. Dr. Niemand, what would you say is your main job?", "NIEMAND. Total strangers miles apart were stricken at almost the same\n moment. At first I thought nothing of it but as my records accumulated I", "NIEMAND. No, no. The weather had nothing to do with it. I mean the Sun\n had to be above the horizon at both places. A person might undergo an", "NIEMAND. Perhaps I'd better go back to the beginning. Let me see.... It\n all started back in March, 1955, when I started getting patients", "LATHAM. Now, Dr. Niemand, I understand that you have been investigating\n solar and terrestrial relationships along rather unorthodox lines.\n\n\n NIEMAND. Yes, I suppose some people would say so.", "intensity of the attacks reported on that day. Then he laid out another\n horizontal row below the first one dated twenty-seven days later. That", "NIEMAND. A doctor must always do something for the patients who come to\n his office seeking help. First I gave them a thorough physical", "In the closing days of December, 1957, at the meeting of the American\n Association for the Advancement of Science in New York, Dr. Niemand", "their attack was invariably sudden and with scarcely any warning. They\n would be going about their work feeling perfectly all right. Then in a\n minute the whole world was like some scene from a nightmare. A week or", "NIEMAND. Nonsense. Men always make some flimsy excuse for going to war.\n The truth of the matter is that men go to war because they want to go", "NIEMAND. It was the beginning. In most instances patients reported the\n attack struck with almost the impact of a physical blow. The prodromal", "NIEMAND. That is the logical outcome of our investigation. We are\n controlled and swayed by forces which in many cases we are powerless to\n resist.", "attack soon after sunrise in New York but there would be no\n corresponding record of an attack in California where it was still dark.\n Conversely, a person might be stricken late in the afternoon in", "NIEMAND. Naturally I said nothing of this to my patients. I did,\n however, take pains to impress upon them the necessity of keeping an", "NIEMAND. Well, Shakespeare would have been nearer the truth if he had\n put it the other way around. \"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in" ], [ "NIEMAND. The first thing that struck me was that the attacks all\n occurred during the daytime, between the hours of about seven in the\n morning and five in the evening. Then there were these coincidences—", "implications are discussed here in an exclusive interview with Dr.\n Niemand by Philip Latham.\nLATHAM. Dr. Niemand, what would you say is your main job?", "NIEMAND. Nonsense. Men always make some flimsy excuse for going to war.\n The truth of the matter is that men go to war because they want to go", "NIEMAND. That is the logical outcome of our investigation. We are\n controlled and swayed by forces which in many cases we are powerless to\n resist.", "NIEMAND. It was the beginning. In most instances patients reported the\n attack struck with almost the impact of a physical blow. The prodromal", "NIEMAND. A doctor must always do something for the patients who come to\n his office seeking help. First I gave them a thorough physical", "NIEMAND. Perhaps I'd better go back to the beginning. Let me see.... It\n all started back in March, 1955, when I started getting patients", "NIEMAND. Total strangers miles apart were stricken at almost the same\n moment. At first I thought nothing of it but as my records accumulated I", "NIEMAND. Well, Shakespeare would have been nearer the truth if he had\n put it the other way around. \"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in", "LATHAM. Now, Dr. Niemand, I understand that you have been investigating\n solar and terrestrial relationships along rather unorthodox lines.\n\n\n NIEMAND. Yes, I suppose some people would say so.", "NIEMAND. It is quite invisible to the eye but readily detected by\n suitable instrumental methods. It is extremely doubtful, however, if the\n radiation we detect is the actual cause of the disturbing effects\n observed.", "NIEMAND. We say an attack is simultaneous when one occurred on the east\n coast, for example, not earlier or later than five minutes of an attack", "California without a corresponding attack in New York where the Sun had\n set. Dr. Hillyard and I had been searching desperately for a clue. We\n had both noticed that the attacks occurred only during the daylight", "NIEMAND. We doubt it. As I said before, the charts show a lag of about\n forty-eight hours between the development of an S-Region and the onset", "LATHAM. What is your opinion of these correlations?\n\n\n NIEMAND. Pure bosh in most cases.\n\n\n LATHAM. But some are valid?", "NIEMAND. Naturally I said nothing of this to my patients. I did,\n however, take pains to impress upon them the necessity of keeping an", "LATHAM. Which was?\n\n\n NIEMAND. In every case of a simultaneous attack the Sun was shining at\n both New York and California.", "NIEMAND. If you have a feeling of restlessness and anxiety, if you are\n unable to concentrate, if you feel suddenly depressed and discouraged", "NIEMAND. That's right, in the Sun. I suppose the oldest problem in the\n world is the origin of human evil. Philosophers have wrestled with it", "NIEMAND. Well, they're common enough, goodness knows. As old as the\n world, in fact. Yet strangely enough it's hard to describe them in exact\n terms." ], [ "will have to establish a clearing house in science instead of keeping it\n in tight little compartments as we do at present. Well, Hillyard and I\n packed up for Arizona with considerable misgivings. We were afraid", "astronomy at the government's new solar observatory on Turtle Back\n Mountain in Arizona. If it had not been for Middletown's help I'm afraid\n our investigation would never have gotten past the clinical stage.", "California, which was as far as my practice extended. One day it\n occurred to me: if people a few miles apart could be stricken\n simultaneously, why not people hundreds or thousands of miles apart? It", "on the west coast. That is about as close as you can hope to time a\n subjective effect of this nature. And now another fact emerged which\n gave us another clue.", "California without a corresponding attack in New York where the Sun had\n set. Dr. Hillyard and I had been searching desperately for a clue. We\n had both noticed that the attacks occurred only during the daylight", "whole they were a remarkably healthy bunch of individuals, much more so\n than an average sample of the population. Then I made a searching\n inquiry into their personal life. Here again I drew a blank. They had no", "In the closing days of December, 1957, at the meeting of the American\n Association for the Advancement of Science in New York, Dr. Niemand", "An interview with Dr. I. M. Niemand, Director of the Psychophysical\n Institute of Solar and Terrestrial Relations, Camarillo, California.", "Middletown wouldn't take our findings seriously but somewhat to our\n surprise he heard our story with the closest attention. I guess\n astronomers have gotten so used to hearing from flying saucer", "to war. They can't help themselves. They are impelled by forces over\n which they have no control. By forces outside of themselves.", "NIEMAND. Nonsense. Men always make some flimsy excuse for going to war.\n The truth of the matter is that men go to war because they want to go", "in the arms and shoulders. Hillyard had been able to effect a complete\n cure for which the boy was very grateful, and they had kept up a\n desultory correspondence. Middletown was now specializing in radio", "enthusiasts and science-fiction addicts that nothing surprises them any\n more. When we had finished he asked to see our records. Hillyard had", "was this idea that prompted me to get in touch with an old colleague of\n mine I had known at UC medical school, Dr. Max Hillyard, who was in\n practice in Utica, New York.", "flourished. Man at last seemed to be making progress toward some higher\n goal. Then suddenly—\nfor no detectable reason\n—conditions are", "studying on the Earth. It's something like the eruptions in rubeola.\n Attention is concentrated on the bright red papules because they're such", "hours but this had not seemed especially significant. Here we had\n evidence pointing directly to the source of trouble. It must have some\n connection with the Sun.", "LATHAM. Now, Dr. Niemand, I understand that you have been investigating\n solar and terrestrial relationships along rather unorthodox lines.\n\n\n NIEMAND. Yes, I suppose some people would say so.", "exact record of the onset of an attack. The better records they kept the\n more conclusive was the evidence. Men and women were experiencing nearly\n simultaneous attacks of rage and depression all over southern", "delivered a paper entitled simply, \"On the Nature of the Solar\n S-Regions.\" Owing to its unassuming title the startling implications\n contained in the paper were completely overlooked by the press. These" ], [ "hours but this had not seemed especially significant. Here we had\n evidence pointing directly to the source of trouble. It must have some\n connection with the Sun.", "NIEMAND. The number of spots on the Sun rises and falls in a cycle of\nabout\neleven years. That word\nabout\nmakes quite a difference.\n\n\n LATHAM. In what way?", "LATHAM. Isn't it true that the number of spots on the Sun rises and\n falls in a cycle of eleven years?", "NIEMAND. A few. There is unquestionably a correlation between\n sunspots and disturbances of the Earth's magnetic field ... radio\n fade-outs ... auroras ... things like that.", "NIEMAND. I think our biggest advance was the discovery that sunspots\n themselves are not the direct cause of the disturbances we have been", "LATHAM. Haven't there been a great many correlations announced between\n sunspots and various effects on the Earth?\n\n\n NIEMAND. Scores of them.", "LATHAM. What do you mean by activity on the Sun?\n\n\n NIEMAND. Well, a sunspot is a form of solar activity.\n\n\n LATHAM. Just what is a sunspot?", "NIEMAND. They are connected in this way: that sunspot activity and\n S-Region activity certainly go together. The more sunspots the more", "years from his radio observations. Now when he compared the two charts\n the resemblance between the two was unmistakable. The pattern shown by\n the chart of mental disturbance corresponded in a striking way with the", "NIEMAND. Why, because twenty-seven days is about the synodic period of\n solar rotation. That is, if you see a large spot at the center of the", "solar chart but with this difference. The disturbances on the Earth\n started two days later on the average than the disturbances due to the\n S-Regions on the Sun. In other words, there was a lag of about", "NIEMAND. It means you can only approximately predict the future course\n of sunspot activity. Sunspots are mighty treacherous things.", "violent and intense is the S-Region activity. But there is not a\n one-to-one correspondence between sunspots and S-Regions. That is, you", "about yourself, or are filled with resentment toward the world, then you\n may be pretty sure that an S-Region is passing across the face of the\n Sun. Keep a tight rein on yourself. For it seems that evil will always", "NIEMAND. I'm afraid I can't say just what a sunspot is. I can only\n describe it. A sunspot is a region on the Sun that is cooler than its", "a decrease in activity is not very favorable. Sunspot activity continues\n at a high level and is steadily mounting in violence. The last sunspot", "Sun's disk today, there is a good chance if it survives that you will\n see it at the same place twenty-seven days later. But that night\n Middletown produced another chart that showed the connection with the", "California without a corresponding attack in New York where the Sun had\n set. Dr. Hillyard and I had been searching desperately for a clue. We\n had both noticed that the attacks occurred only during the daylight", "NIEMAND. I suppose you might say my main job today is to find out all I\n can between activity on the Sun and various forms of activity on the\n Earth.", "cannot connect a particular sunspot group with a particular S-Region.\n The same thing is true of sunspots and magnetic storms." ], [ "implications are discussed here in an exclusive interview with Dr.\n Niemand by Philip Latham.\nLATHAM. Dr. Niemand, what would you say is your main job?", "An interview with Dr. I. M. Niemand, Director of the Psychophysical\n Institute of Solar and Terrestrial Relations, Camarillo, California.", "LATHAM. And so you believe that the S-Regions are the cause of most of\n the present trouble in the world. That it is not ourselves but something\n outside ourselves—", "This, be it understood, is fiction—nothing but fiction—and not,\n under any circumstances, to be considered as having any truth\n whatever to it. It's obviously utterly impossible ... isn't it?", "of carrying on the practice of medicine. The only thing for which I do\n give myself credit was that I asked my patients to keep a detailed\n record of their symptoms taking special care to note the time of", "on the west coast. That is about as close as you can hope to time a\n subjective effect of this nature. And now another fact emerged which\n gave us another clue.", "NIEMAND. Nonsense. Men always make some flimsy excuse for going to war.\n The truth of the matter is that men go to war because they want to go", "will have to establish a clearing house in science instead of keeping it\n in tight little compartments as we do at present. Well, Hillyard and I\n packed up for Arizona with considerable misgivings. We were afraid", "NIEMAND. A doctor must always do something for the patients who come to\n his office seeking help. First I gave them a thorough physical", "NIEMAND. I suppose you might say my main job today is to find out all I\n can between activity on the Sun and various forms of activity on the\n Earth.", "LATHAM. You have broken new ground?\n\n\n NIEMAND. That's true.\n\n\n LATHAM. In what way have your investigations differed from those of\n others?", "was our only lead we had no other choice but to follow it regardless of\n the consequences. Here luck played somewhat of a part, for Hillyard\n happened to have a contact that proved invaluable to us. Several years", "NIEMAND. That is the logical outcome of our investigation. We are\n controlled and swayed by forces which in many cases we are powerless to\n resist.", "their attack was invariably sudden and with scarcely any warning. They\n would be going about their work feeling perfectly all right. Then in a\n minute the whole world was like some scene from a nightmare. A week or", "fear she would injure the children. I pored over these case histories\n for a long time getting absolutely nowhere. Then finally a pattern began\n to emerge.\nLATHAM. What sort of pattern?", "life. One man said he felt as if the world were closing in on him.\n Another that he felt the people around him were plotting his\n destruction. One housewife made her husband lock her in her room for", "examination. I turned up some minor ailments—a slight heart murmur or a\n trace of albumin in the urine—but nothing of any significance. On the", "ever since the days of Job. And like Job they have usually given up in\n despair, convinced that the origin of evil is too deep for the human\n mind to solve. Generally they have concluded that man is inherently", "intensity of the attacks reported on that day. Then he laid out another\n horizontal row below the first one dated twenty-seven days later. That", "LATHAM. What is your opinion of these correlations?\n\n\n NIEMAND. Pure bosh in most cases.\n\n\n LATHAM. But some are valid?" ] ]

[ "What is the role of humor in the story?", "What is the narrator's perception of ping-pong?", "Who is the man climbing the mountain?", "What would have happened if Charley had not been on the ship?", "Which of these best represents the tone of the recording", "Why was Charley so interested in the Minnow?", "Why does the narrator say that the aliens' jokes are dangerous?" ]

[ [ "Dark humor was a favorite of Matt's and defined his storytelling", "It showed that things amusing to some can be dangerous for others", "It was a set-up to a complicated joke", "Jokes are the only thing that kept the crew life" ], [ "It is a sport he is dedicated to", "He is embarrassed to be beat at it by members of other races", "He always watches it on television but never cared to play", "It was a favorite hobby as a child but he does not play anymore" ], [ "A mountain guide looking for survivors", "An astronomical surveyor who ended up there by accident", "A mountaineer who happened to stumble upon an old radio", "A Chang native looking for people on this planet" ], [ "He would not have been able to correct the navigation error", "The crew would have had to find a different way to manipulate chance", "The mission would have ended in the same way", "The crew would likely have made it home alive" ], [ "Fluctuating but informative", "Educational and entertaining", "Straightforward but curious", "Panicked and insistent" ], [ "He has been sent to steal the technological secrets", "His species does not have space travel and he wants to learn from the humans", "They do not have similar wildlife on his planet", "He wants to learn enough to pull an elaborate prank" ], [ "The wrong kind of joke could end in catastrophe", "It hurts the scientists' reputations to be beat at games like chess", "Their practical jokes tend to meddle with spaceship parts", "They like to play with weapons and people tend to die" ] ]

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[ [ "to get the edge on you. All the\n time he had to be top. Great sense\n of humor, of course. I nearly broke\n my neck on that butter-slide he fixed", "\"Three, they've a great sense of\n humor. Ran rather to silly practical\n jokes, but still. Can't say I care for\n that hot-foot and belly-laugh stuff\n myself, but tastes differ.", "up in the metal alleyway to the\nWhale's\nengine room. Charley laughed\n fit to bust, everyone laughed, I\n even laughed myself though doing it", "the cabin was filling with fumes. I\n saw Charley coming out of the toilet—that's\n how he'd escaped—and I\n saw him beginning to laugh. Then", "and in the middle of the flames, still\n unhurt, was Charley. He was laughing ...", "\"I suppose I'm in a state of shock.\n That's why I can't seem to get up.\n Who wouldn't be shocked after luck\n like that?", "I'm dead so I can't stand up.\"\nThere was silence for a while except\n for the vicious howl of the wind.\n Then snow began to shift on the", "\"But why go on? People who talk\n English, drink beer, like jokes and\n beat me at chess or table-tennis are\n people for my money, even if they\n look like tigers in trousers.", "\"I've tried my hands and arms\n and they seem to work,\" it began.\n \"I've wiggled my toes with entire", "\"My God, it's dark out here. Wonder\n how high I am. Must be all of\n fifty miles, and doing eight hundred", "time away, except for Charley, who\n was still chuckling and shaking his\n head, and Captain James who was\n glaring at Charley and obviously\n wishing human dignity permitted him", "\"It's getting lighter. Look at those\n peaks down there! Like great knives.\n I don't seem to be falling as fast as", "\"It was funny the way they won\n all the time at table tennis. They certainly\n weren't so hot at it. Maybe", "\"I'll have to get up and crack this\n suit and let some air in. But I can't.\n I fell fifty miles without a parachute.", "\"Everything twanged like a bowstring.\n I felt myself turned inside out,\n passed through a small sieve, and", "sound began. Thin, scratchy, inaudible\n more than a yard away, weary\n but still cocky, there leaked from the\n shape in the hollow the sound of a", "(1) The Chingsi talk and laugh but\n after all they aren't human. On\n an alien world a hundred light-years\n away, why shouldn't alien", "\"Hello there. I'm in the bleakest\n wilderness I've ever seen. This place\n makes the moon look cozy. There's", "feel like struggling up and finding\n out. I'm fine where I am. I'll just lie\n here for a while and relax, and get\n some of the story on tape. This suit's", "Nothing grew, nothing flew, nothing\n walked, nothing talked. But the\n thing in the hollow was stirring in" ], [ "\"It was funny the way they won\n all the time at table tennis. They certainly\n weren't so hot at it. Maybe", "lose whichever Chingsi we played.\n There again it wasn't so much that\n they were good. How could they be,\n in the time? It was more that we all", "\"But why go on? People who talk\n English, drink beer, like jokes and\n beat me at chess or table-tennis are\n people for my money, even if they\n look like tigers in trousers.", "\"Everything twanged like a bowstring.\n I felt myself turned inside out,\n passed through a small sieve, and", "\"Four, the ten-man language team\n also learned chess and table tennis.", "that grows its own fur coat, has yellow\n eyes an inch and a half long\n and long white whiskers. Could\nyou\nhave kept your mind on the game?", "that ten per cent extra gravity put us\n off our strokes. As for chess, Svendlov\n was our champion. He won\n sometimes. The rest of us seemed to", "couldn't even win a game of\n ping-pong.", "\"I've tried my hands and arms\n and they seem to work,\" it began.\n \"I've wiggled my toes with entire", "sound began. Thin, scratchy, inaudible\n more than a yard away, weary\n but still cocky, there leaked from the\n shape in the hollow the sound of a", "to get the edge on you. All the\n time he had to be top. Great sense\n of humor, of course. I nearly broke\n my neck on that butter-slide he fixed", "\"It's getting lighter. Look at those\n peaks down there! Like great knives.\n I don't seem to be falling as fast as", "\"I suppose I'm in a state of shock.\n That's why I can't seem to get up.\n Who wouldn't be shocked after luck\n like that?", "with them in a few seconds. We\n curved away up over China and from\n about fifty miles high we saw the\nWhale\nhit the Pacific. Six hundred", "seemed to make silly mistakes when\n we played them and that's fatal in\n chess. Of course it's a screwy situation,\n playing chess with something", "hollow, squatted down and switched\n on the recorder. The voice began\n again, considerably wearier.", "stiff jerks like a snake with its back\n broken or a clockwork toy running\n down. When the movements stopped,\n there was a click and a strange", "\"I was telling about the return\n journey, wasn't I? The long jump\n back home, which should have dumped", "\"Where had I got to? I'd told you\n how we happened to find Chang,\n hadn't I? That's what the natives called", "the cabin was filling with fumes. I\n saw Charley coming out of the toilet—that's\n how he'd escaped—and I\n saw him beginning to laugh. Then" ], [ "mountain. Peering through his polarized\n vizor at the white waste and the\n snow-filled air howling over it, sliding\n and stumbling with every step", "the way up the half-mile\n precipice it fingered and wrenched\n away at groaning ice-slabs. It\n screamed over the top, whirled snow", "\"Just before I start the climb there\n are two things I want to get on tape.\n The first is how I got here. I've remembered", "\"It's getting lighter. Look at those\n peaks down there! Like great knives.\n I don't seem to be falling as fast as", "on a slope that got gradually steeper\n and seemed to go on forever, Matt\n Hennessy began to inch his way up\n the north face of Mount Everest.\nTHE END", "ledge. A man crawled stiffly out and\n came shakily to his feet. He moved\n slowly around for some time. After\n about two hours he returned to the", "\"My God, it's dark out here. Wonder\n how high I am. Must be all of\n fifty miles, and doing eight hundred", "mountain, skidded downhill through\n about half a mile of snow and fetched\n up in a drift. The suit is part\n worn but still operational. I'm fine.", "I'm dead so I can't stand up.\"\nThere was silence for a while except\n for the vicious howl of the wind.\n Then snow began to shift on the", "precipice around me every way but\n one and that's up. So it's up I'll have\n to go till I find a way to go down.", "and in the middle of the flames, still\n unhurt, was Charley. He was laughing ...", "the cabin was filling with fumes. I\n saw Charley coming out of the toilet—that's\n how he'd escaped—and I\n saw him beginning to laugh. Then", "sound began. Thin, scratchy, inaudible\n more than a yard away, weary\n but still cocky, there leaked from the\n shape in the hollow the sound of a", "\"I'll have to get up and crack this\n suit and let some air in. But I can't.\n I fell fifty miles without a parachute.", "\"Hello there. I'm in the bleakest\n wilderness I've ever seen. This place\n makes the moon look cozy. There's", "with them in a few seconds. We\n curved away up over China and from\n about fifty miles high we saw the\nWhale\nhit the Pacific. Six hundred", "to get the edge on you. All the\n time he had to be top. Great sense\n of humor, of course. I nearly broke\n my neck on that butter-slide he fixed", "The sun glinted on black rock\n glazed by ice, chasms and ridges and\n bridges of ice. It lit the snow slope", "Illustrated by Schoenherr\nThe\n wind howled out of\n the northwest, blind\n with snow and barbed\n with ice crystals. All", "Nothing grew, nothing flew, nothing\n walked, nothing talked. But the\n thing in the hollow was stirring in" ], [ "time away, except for Charley, who\n was still chuckling and shaking his\n head, and Captain James who was\n glaring at Charley and obviously\n wishing human dignity permitted him", "the cabin was filling with fumes. I\n saw Charley coming out of the toilet—that's\n how he'd escaped—and I\n saw him beginning to laugh. Then", "\"I wonder why James went down\n with the ship, as the saying is? Not\n that it made any difference. It must\n have broken his heart to know that\n his lovely ship was getting the chopper.\n Or did he suspect another human\n error?", "to tear Charley limb from limb. Then\n James pressed the button.", "and in the middle of the flames, still\n unhurt, was Charley. He was laughing ...", "up in the metal alleyway to the\nWhale's\nengine room. Charley laughed\n fit to bust, everyone laughed, I\n even laughed myself though doing it", "the adults on their big grinning\n heads. Personally I didn't like the one\n I knew best. He was called—well, we\n called him Charley, and he was the", "\"It was a fantastic situation. Here\n was the\nWhale\n, the most powerful\n ship ever built, which could cover", "\"You'll want to know if the ship\n worked. Well, she did. Went like a\n bomb. We got lined up between", "bad luck that went on and\n on till it looks fishy. We lost\n the ship, we lost the launch, all\n but one of us lost our lives. We", "\"James got us all into the\nMinnow\nat a dead run. There was no time to\n take anything at all except the clothes", "hurt me more than the tumble had.\n Yes, life and soul of the party, old\n Charley ...", "with them in a few seconds. We\n curved away up over China and from\n about fifty miles high we saw the\nWhale\nhit the Pacific. Six hundred", "(2) The\nWhale\nexpedition did fine\n till it found Chang. Then it hit\n a seam of bad luck. Real stinking", "\"I'll sign off with two thoughts,\n one depressing and one cheering. A\n single Chingsi wrecked our ship and\n our launch. What could a whole\n planetful of them do?", "long drink of cold water. There was\n never anything wrong with the\nWhale\ntill right at the end and even then I\n doubt if it was the ship itself that", "\"My God, it's dark out here. Wonder\n how high I am. Must be all of\n fifty miles, and doing eight hundred", "suppose; same as escape; twenty-four\n thousand miles an hour. I'll make a\n mess ...\n\"That's better. Why didn't I close", "\"My last sight of the\nMinnow\nwas\n a cabin full of dead and dying men,", "\"Where had I got to? I'd told you\n how we happened to find Chang,\n hadn't I? That's what the natives called" ], [ "hollow, squatted down and switched\n on the recorder. The voice began\n again, considerably wearier.", "sound began. Thin, scratchy, inaudible\n more than a yard away, weary\n but still cocky, there leaked from the\n shape in the hollow the sound of a", "got a built-in recorder, I might as\n well use it. That way even if I'm not\n as well as I feel, I'll leave a message.", "\"Just before I start the climb there\n are two things I want to get on tape.\n The first is how I got here. I've remembered", "feel like struggling up and finding\n out. I'm fine where I am. I'll just lie\n here for a while and relax, and get\n some of the story on tape. This suit's", "word. Not English, not French, and\n there I stick. Listened to it for fifteen\n minutes just to hear a human voice\n again. I haven't much hope of reaching", "\"I've tried my hands and arms\n and they seem to work,\" it began.\n \"I've wiggled my toes with entire", "\"My God, it's dark out here. Wonder\n how high I am. Must be all of\n fifty miles, and doing eight hundred", "practical terms, one highly trained\n crew member had punched a wrong\n pattern of holes on the tape. Another\n equally skilled had failed to notice\n this when reading back. A childish", "\"Everything twanged like a bowstring.\n I felt myself turned inside out,\n passed through a small sieve, and", "I expected though. Almost seem to be\n floating. Let's switch on the radio\n and tell the world hello. Hello, earth\n ... hello, again ... and good-by ...", "\"Sorry about that. I passed out. I\n don't know what I said, if anything,\n and the suit recorder has no playback", "\"You'll want to know if the ship\n worked. Well, she did. Went like a\n bomb. We got lined up between", "I'm dead so I can't stand up.\"\nThere was silence for a while except\n for the vicious howl of the wind.\n Then snow began to shift on the", "\"I suppose I'm in a state of shock.\n That's why I can't seem to get up.\n Who wouldn't be shocked after luck\n like that?", "stiff jerks like a snake with its back\n broken or a clockwork toy running\n down. When the movements stopped,\n there was a click and a strange", "\"It's getting lighter. Look at those\n peaks down there! Like great knives.\n I don't seem to be falling as fast as", "won't. I could weep when I think of\n those miles of lovely color film, all\n gone up in smoke.\n\"I'm shocked all right. I never said", "to get the edge on you. All the\n time he had to be top. Great sense\n of humor, of course. I nearly broke\n my neck on that butter-slide he fixed", "\"Hello there. I'm in the bleakest\n wilderness I've ever seen. This place\n makes the moon look cozy. There's" ], [ "\"James got us all into the\nMinnow\nat a dead run. There was no time to\n take anything at all except the clothes", "time away, except for Charley, who\n was still chuckling and shaking his\n head, and Captain James who was\n glaring at Charley and obviously\n wishing human dignity permitted him", "the cabin was filling with fumes. I\n saw Charley coming out of the toilet—that's\n how he'd escaped—and I\n saw him beginning to laugh. Then", "up in the metal alleyway to the\nWhale's\nengine room. Charley laughed\n fit to bust, everyone laughed, I\n even laughed myself though doing it", "to tear Charley limb from limb. Then\n James pressed the button.", "and in the middle of the flames, still\n unhurt, was Charley. He was laughing ...", "\"My last sight of the\nMinnow\nwas\n a cabin full of dead and dying men,", "the adults on their big grinning\n heads. Personally I didn't like the one\n I knew best. He was called—well, we\n called him Charley, and he was the", "\"I wonder why James went down\n with the ship, as the saying is? Not\n that it made any difference. It must\n have broken his heart to know that\n his lovely ship was getting the chopper.\n Or did he suspect another human\n error?", "\"It was a fantastic situation. Here\n was the\nWhale\n, the most powerful\n ship ever built, which could cover", "\"You'll want to know if the ship\n worked. Well, she did. Went like a\n bomb. We got lined up between", "we stood in. The\nMinnow\nwas meant\n for short heavy hops to planets or\n asteroids. In addition to the ion drive", "that grows its own fur coat, has yellow\n eyes an inch and a half long\n and long white whiskers. Could\nyou\nhave kept your mind on the game?", "(2) The\nWhale\nexpedition did fine\n till it found Chang. Then it hit\n a seam of bad luck. Real stinking", "hurt me more than the tumble had.\n Yes, life and soul of the party, old\n Charley ...", "the sweetish stink of burned flesh\n and the choking reek of scorching insulation,\n the boat jolting and shuddering\n and beginning to break up,", "\"Where had I got to? I'd told you\n how we happened to find Chang,\n hadn't I? That's what the natives called", "with them in a few seconds. We\n curved away up over China and from\n about fifty miles high we saw the\nWhale\nhit the Pacific. Six hundred", "bad luck that went on and\n on till it looks fishy. We lost\n the ship, we lost the launch, all\n but one of us lost our lives. We", "long drink of cold water. There was\n never anything wrong with the\nWhale\ntill right at the end and even then I\n doubt if it was the ship itself that" ], [ "dangerous. I'm not telling how because\n I've got a scientific reputation\n to watch. You'll have to figure it out\n for yourselves. Here are the clues:", "(1) The Chingsi talk and laugh but\n after all they aren't human. On\n an alien world a hundred light-years\n away, why shouldn't alien", "\"The second thing I want to say is\n about the Chingsi, and here it is:\n watch out for them. Those jokers are", "\"Three, they've a great sense of\n humor. Ran rather to silly practical\n jokes, but still. Can't say I care for\n that hot-foot and belly-laugh stuff\n myself, but tastes differ.", "though. We were able to show\n them our sun, in their telescopes. In\n their way, they're a highly civilized\n people. Look more like cats than", "\"I'll sign off with two thoughts,\n one depressing and one cheering. A\n single Chingsi wrecked our ship and\n our launch. What could a whole\n planetful of them do?", "\"It still seems incredible. To program\n the ship for a star-jump, you\n merely told it where you were and", "Earth and Mars, you'll remember,\n and James pushed the button marked\n 'Jump'. Took his finger off the button\n and there we were:\nAlpha Centauri", "to get the edge on you. All the\n time he had to be top. Great sense\n of humor, of course. I nearly broke\n my neck on that butter-slide he fixed", "\"But why go on? People who talk\n English, drink beer, like jokes and\n beat me at chess or table-tennis are\n people for my money, even if they\n look like tigers in trousers.", "the cabin was filling with fumes. I\n saw Charley coming out of the toilet—that's\n how he'd escaped—and I\n saw him beginning to laugh. Then", "with them in a few seconds. We\n curved away up over China and from\n about fifty miles high we saw the\nWhale\nhit the Pacific. Six hundred", "up in the metal alleyway to the\nWhale's\nengine room. Charley laughed\n fit to bust, everyone laughed, I\n even laughed myself though doing it", "I expected though. Almost seem to be\n floating. Let's switch on the radio\n and tell the world hello. Hello, earth\n ... hello, again ... and good-by ...", "\"My God, it's dark out here. Wonder\n how high I am. Must be all of\n fifty miles, and doing eight hundred", "up. Poor Cazamian was burnt to a\n crisp. Only thing that saved me was\n the spacesuit I was still wearing. I\n snapped the face plate down because", "\"I was telling about the return\n journey, wasn't I? The long jump\n back home, which should have dumped", "were cross-checked about five times.\n I got sick so I climbed into a spacesuit\n and went outside and took some\n photographs of the Sun which I hoped", "it. Walking, talking natives on a\n blue sky planet with 1.1 g gravity\n and a twenty per cent oxygen atmosphere\n at fifteen p.s.i. The odds", "\"Hello there. I'm in the bleakest\n wilderness I've ever seen. This place\n makes the moon look cozy. There's" ] ]

[ "Why did Pembroke ask Mary Ann about children?", "What was the goal of Frank's newspaper ad?", "Why did Frank shoot his new client at the beginning of the story?", "Why it was Spencer shot by the police at the bar?", "What is Puerto Pacifico?", "Why are people insistent on pointing out others' flaws?", "What is Frank's relationship with loyalty?", "What is the significance of the glass statue that Frank finds in the store?", "What type of person is Frank?", "Why did Frank make a phone call after shooting the client at the beginning of the story?" ]

[ [ "He wants to know why there aren't children around", "He wants to know if she would ever have children with him", "He wants to see if this will be more than a one-night stand", "Wanting children is considered an imperfection" ], [ "To find clients for his new business.", "To lure out people from Puerto Pacifico to use as evidence.", "To carry out his orders in his mission on Earth.", "To lure out people from Puerto Pacifico to connect with." ], [ "He wanted to collect the body as evidence of an impending attack.", "The man who walked into his office was dangerous and Frank needed to protect himself.", "He wanted to hurt the people who caused the Elena Mia to sink.", "He had put out an ad for people who wanted to get shot to escape life as it is." ], [ "He had treated the women poorly, which is against the law.", "He refused to tell the policeman what was wrong with him.", "There was no reason, it was a random act of violence.", "He had refused to pay his bar tab." ], [ "A small city on the coast of California full of odd people", "A city on a faraway planet where humans can travel for vacation", "A coastal American city where aliens work on a plan of attack", "The city on a planet used as part of an attack plan by a group of aliens" ], [ "Being polite is considered too passive in the society.", "Pointing out flaws is considered positive feedback for those pretending to be human.", "Being insecure and not taking criticism is a sign of weakness in the society.", "Pointing out flaws is part of the social rapport for this group, and is considered normal." ], [ "Frank had not found an opportunity to show loyalty until the events of the story took place.", "Frank is loyal to women, which he shows by pointing out their flaws.", "Frank considers loyalty to be a weakness, and only takes care of himself.", "Frank wishes that he could be loyal to someone, but he is self-serving by nature." ], [ "It prompts a discussion of the worth of various materials in this town.", "It is the first piece of evidence about the others who live on the planet.", "It is proof that hedgehogs are held in high esteem in this society.", "It shows him where he can find a craftsman to help them with the project." ], [ "Frank is very careful around other people, and it is hard for him to show criticism.", "Frank is reckless, but his independence allows him to go back home at the end of the story.", "Frank is cautious and skilled enough to develop plans to get out of unexpected situations.", "Frank is thoughtful in his interactions with others but tends to miss details." ], [ "He needed to report the shooting to the police.", "He wanted a call in a third party to take a look at his client.", "He wanted to tell his partner that his newspaper at had worked.", "He promised those in charge of him that he would report back every time he successfully made a kill." ] ]

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[ [ "\"Yes, children are decorative,\n aren't they,\" said Mary Ann. \"I\n do wish there were more of\n them.\"\n\n\n \"Why not have a couple of\n your own?\" he asked.", "It was in the privacy of his\n room that Pembroke became\n aware of just how perfect, physically,\n Mary Ann was. Too perfect.", "for a cause, for a loyalty, Frank\n Pembroke had at last found his.\n Earth and the human race that\n peopled it. And Mary Ann would", "look weary and hungry and aimless.\n Only the last would be a deception.\nTwo weeks later Pembroke\n phoned Mary Ann. The police", "footprints would be left, Pembroke\n hopped off. Mary Ann\n would go straight to the police\n and report that Pembroke had attacked", "\"Mary Ann, I love you very\n much,\" Pembroke murmured,\n gambling everything on this one\n throw. \"When you go to Earth\n I'll miss you terribly.\"", "It was obvious that the liquor\n had been having some effect.\n Either that, or she had a basic\n flaw of loquacity that no one else\n had discovered. Pembroke decided\n he would have to cover his\n tracks carefully.", "\"With so many beautiful\n women in Puerto Pacifico,\" said\n Pembroke probingly, \"I find it\n hard to understand why there are\n so few children.\"", "\"Now try to love me,\" Pembroke\n said, drawing her into his\n arms and kissing with little\n pleasure the smooth, warm perfection", "\"Yeah, I reckon there is at\n that,\" said Pembroke, snickering\n again as he moved away from the\n other. \"And why not? Hey?\n Why not?\"", "\"You're not casual enough, for\n one thing,\" said Pembroke, deciding\n to play along with her for", "\"It is a sign of poor breeding\n to smile at tramps,\" Pembroke\n admonished her in a whisper.\n \"Walk on ahead.\"", "Pembroke shaved, showered,\n and put on the new suit and shirt\n he had bought. Then he took\n Mary Ann, the woman he had", "\"How about talking it over at\n supper tonight?\" Pembroke proposed.\n \"Maybe with less distraction\n I'll have a better picture of\n you—as a whole.\"", "Sidling up to a well-dressed\n man-about-town type, Pembroke\n winked at him and snickered.\n\n\n \"You Frank?\" he asked.", "Pembroke smiled, uneasily.\n There was something not entirely\n normal about her conversation.\n Though the rest of her compensated\n for that.", "\"You said they were perfect.\n They know they're not. You've\n got to be rough with them in this\n town,\" said Pembroke. \"That's\n all they want from us.\"", "\"In the first place,\" said Pembroke,\n \"you should be willing to\n fall in love with me even if it", "chestnut locks and gazed up intently\n at Pembroke as he passed.\n Seldom had he enjoyed so ingenuous\n an invitation. He halted", "him much and demanded little,\n which was perhaps the reason\n for his restiveness.\nLoyalty to person or to people\n was a trait Pembroke had never" ], [ "get the proof he would need to\n convince people of the truth of\n his tale. But in the meantime he\n allowed himself to admire the\n clipping of the newspaper ad he", "had run in all the Los Angeles\n papers for the past week. The\n little ad that had saved mankind\n from God-knew-what insidious", "\"Good day, sir,\" said Pembroke\n with an amiable smile. \"I\n see my advertisement has interested\n you. Please stand in that\n corner for just a moment.\"", "\"Somebody's crazy around\n here,\" the fat man muttered\n after a few moments. \"Is it me,\n Frank?\"", "had been in business for a week\n and as yet had had no callers.\n Therefore, it was with a mingled\n sense of excitement and satisfaction\n that he greeted the tall,", "for a cause, for a loyalty, Frank\n Pembroke had at last found his.\n Earth and the human race that\n peopled it. And Mary Ann would", "sat behind\n the desk of his shabby\n little office over Lemark's Liquors\n in downtown Los Angeles and\n waited for his first customer. He", "Sidling up to a well-dressed\n man-about-town type, Pembroke\n winked at him and snickered.\n\n\n \"You Frank?\" he asked.", "And so it went for about five\n minutes. Then he was told he\n had qualified as a satisfactory\n surrogate for a mid-twentieth\n century American male, itinerant\n type.", "Now, seated at his battered\n desk in the shabby rented office\n over Lemark's Liquors, Pembroke\n gazed without emotion at", "it at the amazed customer, he\n fired four .22 caliber longs into\n the narrow chest. Then he made\n a telephone call and sat down to", "be so comfortable as the previous\n one, but should be considerably\n safer. He headed slowly for the\n \"old\" part of town, aging his\n clothes against buildings and", "he made no attempt to speak to\n them. After his meal, he bought\n a good corona and went for a\n walk. His situation could have\n been any small western American", "By noon they had rented a\n jeep and were well away from\n the city. Pembroke and Mary\n Ann took turns firing at the paper", "look weary and hungry and aimless.\n Only the last would be a deception.\nTwo weeks later Pembroke\n phoned Mary Ann. The police", "menace. It read:\nARE YOU IMPERFECT?\nLET DR. VON SCHUBERT POINT OUT", "hot dogs and soft drinks were\n sold, leaning against a post in\n the hot sun, hat pulled down over\n his forehead. Then he noticed\n that people all about him were", "doubt be discovered and exterminated.\n But since no one seemed\n concerned about anything but his\n own speech and behavior, he assumed\n that they had all qualified", "with him. Tomorrow might bring\n his death, but it might also ensure\n his escape. After forty-two\n years of searching for a passion,", "\"Oh, that's very generous of\n you,\" the woman told him. She\n scribbled a name and an address\n on a small piece of paper and\n handed it to him. \"Any time\n after six,\" she said." ], [ "it at the amazed customer, he\n fired four .22 caliber longs into\n the narrow chest. Then he made\n a telephone call and sat down to", "The four shots from Pembroke's\n pistol solved his problem\n effectively. Pembroke tossed his\n third victim onto the pile, then", "\"Somebody's crazy around\n here,\" the fat man muttered\n after a few moments. \"Is it me,\n Frank?\"", "Pembroke shaved, showered,\n and put on the new suit and shirt\n he had bought. Then he took\n Mary Ann, the woman he had", "wait. He wondered how long it\n would be before his next client\n would arrive.\nThe series of events leading up\n to Pembroke's present occupation", "Opening the desk drawer,\n which was almost empty, Pembroke\n removed an automatic pistol\n fitted with a silencer. Pointing", "had been in business for a week\n and as yet had had no callers.\n Therefore, it was with a mingled\n sense of excitement and satisfaction\n that he greeted the tall,", "sat behind\n the desk of his shabby\n little office over Lemark's Liquors\n in downtown Los Angeles and\n waited for his first customer. He", "Now, seated at his battered\n desk in the shabby rented office\n over Lemark's Liquors, Pembroke\n gazed without emotion at", "her and that she had shot\n him. If necessary, she would conduct\n the authorities to the place\n where they had been target\n shooting, but would be unable to", "locate the spot where she had\n buried the body. Why had she\n buried it? Because at first she\n was not going to report the incident.\n She was frightened. It", "Pembroke heard the shots as\n he strolled casually out into the\n brightness of the hotel lobby.\n While he waited for the elevator,", "He would be out of business\n soon, once the FBI agent had got\n there. Pembroke was only in it to", "Sidling up to a well-dressed\n man-about-town type, Pembroke\n winked at him and snickered.\n\n\n \"You Frank?\" he asked.", "he made no attempt to speak to\n them. After his meal, he bought\n a good corona and went for a\n walk. His situation could have\n been any small western American", "doubt be discovered and exterminated.\n But since no one seemed\n concerned about anything but his\n own speech and behavior, he assumed\n that they had all qualified", "\"You're the wrong type. But they\n couldn't know that ahead of time.\n The way they operate it's a\n pretty hit-or-miss operation. But", "By noon they had rented a\n jeep and were well away from\n the city. Pembroke and Mary\n Ann took turns firing at the paper", "help him to save it.\nThe next morning Pembroke\n talked to Valencia about hunting.\n He said that he planned to go\n shooting out on the desert which", "It was obvious that the liquor\n had been having some effect.\n Either that, or she had a basic\n flaw of loquacity that no one else\n had discovered. Pembroke decided\n he would have to cover his\n tracks carefully." ], [ "Pembroke rose and started out\n of the bar. A policeman entered\n and walked directly to Spencer's\n table. Loitering at the juke box,\n Pembroke overheard the conversation.", "But the dolls had apparently\n lost interest in him. They got up\n one by one and walked out of the\n bar. Pembroke took his rum and\n tonic and moved over to Spencer's\n booth.", "\"You Spencer?\"\n\n\n \"That's right,\" said the fat\n man sullenly.\n\n\n \"What don't you like about\n me? The\ntruth\n, buddy.\"", "\"What the hell are you sayin'?\"\n asked Spencer in disbelief.\n \"You figure\nthey\nsunk the ship?\n Valencia and the waitress and\n the three babes? Ah, come on.\"", "it at the amazed customer, he\n fired four .22 caliber longs into\n the narrow chest. Then he made\n a telephone call and sat down to", "\"Mister, you've been doing\n some thinkin', I can see,\" said\n Spencer, peering at him suspiciously.\n \"Maybe you've figured\n out where we are.\"", "\"Ah, hell! Nothin' wrong\n with you at all, and nothin'll\n make me say there is,\" said Spencer.", "her and that she had shot\n him. If necessary, she would conduct\n the authorities to the place\n where they had been target\n shooting, but would be unable to", "Spencer opened his mouth to\n protest, but saw with amazement\n that it was exactly this that\n Valencia was seeking. Pembroke\n was amused at his companion's", "The four shots from Pembroke's\n pistol solved his problem\n effectively. Pembroke tossed his\n third victim onto the pile, then", "paying\n passengers. He was a short,\n rectangular little man in his fifties\n named Spencer. He sat in a\n booth with three young women,", "\"Ah, no, not you, too,\" groaned\n Spencer. \"Look, Joe, what's\n the gag?\"", "Valencia left. Spencer ordered\n another martini. Neither he nor\n Pembroke spoke for several minutes.", "locate the spot where she had\n buried the body. Why had she\n buried it? Because at first she\n was not going to report the incident.\n She was frightened. It", "\"I thought it made me look\n sexy,\" the redhead said petulantly.\n\n\n \"Just be yourself, gal,\" Spencer\n drawled, jabbing her intimately\n with a fat elbow, \"and\n you'll qualify.\"", "reaction but observed that Spencer\n still failed to see the point.", "Pembroke heard the shots as\n he strolled casually out into the\n brightness of the hotel lobby.\n While he waited for the elevator,", "\"It's what you think that will\n determine what you do, Spencer.\n I suggest you change your attitude;\n play along with them for a\n few days till the picture becomes\n a little clearer to you. We'll talk\n about it again then.\"", "\"Well, so what?\" demanded\n Spencer. \"I've got more important\n things to do than to worry\n about your troubles. You look\n okay to me.\"", "Opening the desk drawer,\n which was almost empty, Pembroke\n removed an automatic pistol\n fitted with a silencer. Pointing" ], [ "\"Puerto Pacifico,\" she told\n him. \"Isn't that a lovely name?\n It means peaceful port. In Spanish.\"", "\"Pardon me, there's a customer,\"\n the boy said. \"This is\n Puerto Pacifico.\"", "like Earth. That, after all, was\n the purpose of Puerto Pacifico.", "\"And, by the way,\" he added,\n \"I hope you like it in Puerto\n Pacifico. Because there isn't any\n place to go from here and there\n isn't any way to get there if\n there were.\"", "That was fine. At least he now\n knew where he was. But as he\n left the shop he began checking\n off every west coast state, city,\n town, and inlet. None, to the best\n of his knowledge, was called\n Puerto Pacifico.", "\"With so many beautiful\n women in Puerto Pacifico,\" said\n Pembroke probingly, \"I find it\n hard to understand why there are\n so few children.\"", "wore hardly placed her in that\n category. Her conversation seemed\n considerably more normal\n after the other denizens of\n Puerto Pacifico Pembroke had", "he saw them carrying the body\n into the street. How many others,\n he wondered, had gone out on\n their backs during their first day\n in Puerto Pacifico?", "buildings. They had to be Earthmen\n because they bled. Mary Ann\n had admitted that she did not.\n There would be very few Earthmen\n left in Puerto Pacifico, and", "the Pacificos' aberrant mannerisms\n or articulation. This was\n the polishing up phase.\nPembroke began hobbling toward", "had commenced on a dismal,\n overcast evening in the South\n Pacific a year earlier. Bound for\n Sydney, two days out of Valparaiso,", "the two demolished Pacificos that\n lay sprawled one atop the other\n in the corner. His watch said\n one-fifteen. The man from the\n FBI should arrive soon.", "on a piece of\n wreckage, and had been picked\n up by a Chilean trawler. How he\n had then made his way, with\n much suffering, up the coast to", "outside of Ensenada, broke but\n happy, with two other itinerant\n types. They separated in San\n Diego, and it was not long before", "\"Yeah, it's kinda isolated. A\n lot of ships dock here, though.\"\n\n\n \"All cargo ships, I'll bet. No\n passengers,\" said Pembroke.", "seacoast city. He heard the hiss\n of the ocean in the direction the\n afternoon sun was taking. In his\n full-gaited walk, he was soon approaching", "surrounded the city. Valencia\n told him that there were no living\n creatures anywhere but in\n the city. Pembroke said he was\n going out anyway.", "Now the ship had arrived and\n was to leave shortly. If there was\n any but the most superficial examination,\n Pembroke would no", "\"What do you think of the\n Chinese situation?\" the voice inquired.\n\n\n \"Which situation's 'at?\"\n\n\n \"Where's Seattle?\"", "\"Thanks. One more thing,\"\n Pembroke said. \"What's over\n that way—outside the city?\"\n\n\n \"Sand.\"" ], [ "\"You said they were perfect.\n They know they're not. You've\n got to be rough with them in this\n town,\" said Pembroke. \"That's\n all they want from us.\"", "\"You are newcomers, Mr.\n Spencer,\" Valencia explained.\n \"You are therefore in an excellent\n position to point out our\n faults as you see them.\"", "factual point of imperfection\n about herself that Pembroke\n brought to her attention. And,\n fantastically enough, she actually\n appeared to have overcome every", "oddness of her conversation continued\n to bother him. She was\n right about being different, but\n it was her concern about being\n different that made her so. How", "\"Oh, yes, I'm sure they would.\"\n\n\n \"Mary Ann, you have two\n other flaws I feel I should mention.\"\n\n\n \"Yes? Please tell me.\"", "\"Tell me what's wrong with\n me,\" she went on urgently. \"I'm\n not good enough, am I? I mean,", "\"Well, so what?\" demanded\n Spencer. \"I've got more important\n things to do than to worry\n about your troubles. You look\n okay to me.\"", "doubt be discovered and exterminated.\n But since no one seemed\n concerned about anything but his\n own speech and behavior, he assumed\n that they had all qualified", "\"Ah, come on,\" she pleaded.\n \"Everyone tells me I chew gum\n with my mouth open. Don't you\n hate that?\"", "\"Well, Louisa, I'd say your\n only fault is the way you keep\n wigglin' your shoulders up 'n'\n down. Why'n'sha try holdin' 'em\n straight?\"", "\"Don't try to go so fast and\n you won't fall down,\" suggested\n Pembroke. \"You're in too much\n of a hurry. Also those fake flowers\n on your blouse make you look\n frumpy.\"", "\"Also, there is a certain effeminateness\n in the way in which\n you speak,\" said Pembroke. \"Try", "\"It is a sign of poor breeding\n to smile at tramps,\" Pembroke\n admonished her in a whisper.\n \"Walk on ahead.\"", "YOUR FLAWS\nIT IS HIS GOAL TO MAKE YOU THE", "\"Yeah, I reckon there is at\n that,\" said Pembroke, snickering\n again as he moved away from the\n other. \"And why not? Hey?\n Why not?\"", "the moment. \"You're too tense.\n Also you're a bit knock-kneed,\n not that it matters. Is that what\n you wanted to hear?\"", "\"Me, me,\" the blonde with a\n feather cut was insisting. \"What\n is wrong with me?\"\n\n\n \"You're perfect, sweetheart,\"\n he told her, taking her hand.", "\"Well, I'm supposed to look\n frumpy,\" the woman retorted.\n \"That's the type of person I am.\n But you can look frumpy and still\n walk natural, can't you? Everyone\n says you can.\"", "\"Well, I'd certainly appreciate\n it if you'd tell me how I walk.\"\nShe came around in front of\n the counter and strutted back\n and forth a few times.", "\"Ah, you're perfect, too. You\n are all perfect. I've never seen\n such a collection of dolls as parade\n around this here city.\n C'mon, kids—how 'bout another\n round?\"" ], [ "for a cause, for a loyalty, Frank\n Pembroke had at last found his.\n Earth and the human race that\n peopled it. And Mary Ann would", "him much and demanded little,\n which was perhaps the reason\n for his restiveness.\nLoyalty to person or to people\n was a trait Pembroke had never", "\"Somebody's crazy around\n here,\" the fat man muttered\n after a few moments. \"Is it me,\n Frank?\"", "very loyal.\"", "Sidling up to a well-dressed\n man-about-town type, Pembroke\n winked at him and snickered.\n\n\n \"You Frank?\" he asked.", "recognized in himself, nor had it\n ever been expected of him. And\n yet he greatly envied those\n staunch patriots and lovers who\n could find it in themselves to", "Lacking such loyalties, Pembroke\n adapted quickly to the situation\n in which he found himself\n when he regained consciousness.", "with him. Tomorrow might bring\n his death, but it might also ensure\n his escape. After forty-two\n years of searching for a passion,", "doubt be discovered and exterminated.\n But since no one seemed\n concerned about anything but his\n own speech and behavior, he assumed\n that they had all qualified", "Then she saw him. Waving\n frantically, she called his name\n several times. Pembroke mingled\n with the crowd moving toward\n the ship, ignoring her. But still\n the woman persisted in her\n shouting.", "Now, seated at his battered\n desk in the shabby rented office\n over Lemark's Liquors, Pembroke\n gazed without emotion at", "\"You said they were perfect.\n They know they're not. You've\n got to be rough with them in this\n town,\" said Pembroke. \"That's\n all they want from us.\"", "It was obvious that the liquor\n had been having some effect.\n Either that, or she had a basic\n flaw of loquacity that no one else\n had discovered. Pembroke decided\n he would have to cover his\n tracks carefully.", "\"I'll try,\" she said unsurely.\n \"What else?\"\n\n\n \"The other thing is that, as\n my mistress, you must never\n mention me to anyone. It would\n place me in great danger.\"", "When she left the hotel at midnight,\n Pembroke was quite sure\n that she understood his plan and\n that she was irrevocably in love", "be so comfortable as the previous\n one, but should be considerably\n safer. He headed slowly for the\n \"old\" part of town, aging his\n clothes against buildings and", "Pembroke heard the shots as\n he strolled casually out into the\n brightness of the hotel lobby.\n While he waited for the elevator,", "and political restriction. He had\n made for himself a substantial\n fortune through speculation in a\n great variety of properties, real\n and otherwise. Life had given", "\"Now try to love me,\" Pembroke\n said, drawing her into his\n arms and kissing with little\n pleasure the smooth, warm perfection", "had been in business for a week\n and as yet had had no callers.\n Therefore, it was with a mingled\n sense of excitement and satisfaction\n that he greeted the tall," ], [ "to explain\nthat\nto her?\nThen he saw the weird little\n glass statuette among the usual", "Pembroke watched with lifted\n eyebrows as the clerk whisked\n the bizarre statuette underneath\n the counter.\n\n\n \"What the hell was that?\"\n Pembroke demanded.", "Then he saw that there was\n another entity in his presence\n confined beneath a glass dome. It\n looked rather like a groundhog", "and had seven fingers on each of\n its six limbs. But it was larger\n and hairier than the glass one\n he had seen at the gift store.", "\"Can I help you, sir?\" a middle-aged\n saleswoman inquired.\n \"Oh, good heavens, whatever is\n that thing doing here?\"", "\"Somebody's crazy around\n here,\" the fat man muttered\n after a few moments. \"Is it me,\n Frank?\"", "had been in business for a week\n and as yet had had no callers.\n Therefore, it was with a mingled\n sense of excitement and satisfaction\n that he greeted the tall,", "Now, seated at his battered\n desk in the shabby rented office\n over Lemark's Liquors, Pembroke\n gazed without emotion at", "But the dolls had apparently\n lost interest in him. They got up\n one by one and walked out of the\n bar. Pembroke took his rum and\n tonic and moved over to Spencer's\n booth.", "for a cause, for a loyalty, Frank\n Pembroke had at last found his.\n Earth and the human race that\n peopled it. And Mary Ann would", "He picked up Mary Ann at her\n apartment and together they\n went to a sporting goods store.\n As he guessed there was a goodly", "three hundred dollars.\n His next thought was of food.\n He left the room and descended\n via the elevator to the restaurant.\n Here he observed that it", "he made no attempt to speak to\n them. After his meal, he bought\n a good corona and went for a\n walk. His situation could have\n been any small western American", "sat behind\n the desk of his shabby\n little office over Lemark's Liquors\n in downtown Los Angeles and\n waited for his first customer. He", "be so comfortable as the previous\n one, but should be considerably\n safer. He headed slowly for the\n \"old\" part of town, aging his\n clothes against buildings and", "\"That's for sure,\" the boy said,\n walking away to wait on another\n customer. \"If you don't like the", "And so it went for about five\n minutes. Then he was told he\n had qualified as a satisfactory\n surrogate for a mid-twentieth\n century American male, itinerant\n type.", "it at the amazed customer, he\n fired four .22 caliber longs into\n the narrow chest. Then he made\n a telephone call and sat down to", "Sidling up to a well-dressed\n man-about-town type, Pembroke\n winked at him and snickered.\n\n\n \"You Frank?\" he asked.", "recognized in himself, nor had it\n ever been expected of him. And\n yet he greatly envied those\n staunch patriots and lovers who\n could find it in themselves to" ], [ "Sidling up to a well-dressed\n man-about-town type, Pembroke\n winked at him and snickered.\n\n\n \"You Frank?\" he asked.", "\"Somebody's crazy around\n here,\" the fat man muttered\n after a few moments. \"Is it me,\n Frank?\"", "for a cause, for a loyalty, Frank\n Pembroke had at last found his.\n Earth and the human race that\n peopled it. And Mary Ann would", "\"What type am I?\" he asked.\n\n\n \"Silly, you're real. You're not\n a type at all.\"", "\"Well, I'm supposed to look\n frumpy,\" the woman retorted.\n \"That's the type of person I am.\n But you can look frumpy and still\n walk natural, can't you? Everyone\n says you can.\"", "And so it went for about five\n minutes. Then he was told he\n had qualified as a satisfactory\n surrogate for a mid-twentieth\n century American male, itinerant\n type.", "\"You're the wrong type. But they\n couldn't know that ahead of time.\n The way they operate it's a\n pretty hit-or-miss operation. But", "doubt be discovered and exterminated.\n But since no one seemed\n concerned about anything but his\n own speech and behavior, he assumed\n that they had all qualified", "\"You said they were perfect.\n They know they're not. You've\n got to be rough with them in this\n town,\" said Pembroke. \"That's\n all they want from us.\"", "him much and demanded little,\n which was perhaps the reason\n for his restiveness.\nLoyalty to person or to people\n was a trait Pembroke had never", "Now, seated at his battered\n desk in the shabby rented office\n over Lemark's Liquors, Pembroke\n gazed without emotion at", "Pembroke shaved, showered,\n and put on the new suit and shirt\n he had bought. Then he took\n Mary Ann, the woman he had", "he made no attempt to speak to\n them. After his meal, he bought\n a good corona and went for a\n walk. His situation could have\n been any small western American", "had been in business for a week\n and as yet had had no callers.\n Therefore, it was with a mingled\n sense of excitement and satisfaction\n that he greeted the tall,", "be so comfortable as the previous\n one, but should be considerably\n safer. He headed slowly for the\n \"old\" part of town, aging his\n clothes against buildings and", "It was in the privacy of his\n room that Pembroke became\n aware of just how perfect, physically,\n Mary Ann was. Too perfect.", "recognized in himself, nor had it\n ever been expected of him. And\n yet he greatly envied those\n staunch patriots and lovers who\n could find it in themselves to", "It was obvious that the liquor\n had been having some effect.\n Either that, or she had a basic\n flaw of loquacity that no one else\n had discovered. Pembroke decided\n he would have to cover his\n tracks carefully.", "oddness of her conversation continued\n to bother him. She was\n right about being different, but\n it was her concern about being\n different that made her so. How", "and political restriction. He had\n made for himself a substantial\n fortune through speculation in a\n great variety of properties, real\n and otherwise. Life had given" ], [ "it at the amazed customer, he\n fired four .22 caliber longs into\n the narrow chest. Then he made\n a telephone call and sat down to", "\"Somebody's crazy around\n here,\" the fat man muttered\n after a few moments. \"Is it me,\n Frank?\"", "had been in business for a week\n and as yet had had no callers.\n Therefore, it was with a mingled\n sense of excitement and satisfaction\n that he greeted the tall,", "Pembroke heard the shots as\n he strolled casually out into the\n brightness of the hotel lobby.\n While he waited for the elevator,", "locate the spot where she had\n buried the body. Why had she\n buried it? Because at first she\n was not going to report the incident.\n She was frightened. It", "Opening the desk drawer,\n which was almost empty, Pembroke\n removed an automatic pistol\n fitted with a silencer. Pointing", "her and that she had shot\n him. If necessary, she would conduct\n the authorities to the place\n where they had been target\n shooting, but would be unable to", "look weary and hungry and aimless.\n Only the last would be a deception.\nTwo weeks later Pembroke\n phoned Mary Ann. The police", "The four shots from Pembroke's\n pistol solved his problem\n effectively. Pembroke tossed his\n third victim onto the pile, then", "sat behind\n the desk of his shabby\n little office over Lemark's Liquors\n in downtown Los Angeles and\n waited for his first customer. He", "Now, seated at his battered\n desk in the shabby rented office\n over Lemark's Liquors, Pembroke\n gazed without emotion at", "wait. He wondered how long it\n would be before his next client\n would arrive.\nThe series of events leading up\n to Pembroke's present occupation", "he made no attempt to speak to\n them. After his meal, he bought\n a good corona and went for a\n walk. His situation could have\n been any small western American", "Sidling up to a well-dressed\n man-about-town type, Pembroke\n winked at him and snickered.\n\n\n \"You Frank?\" he asked.", "It was obvious that the liquor\n had been having some effect.\n Either that, or she had a basic\n flaw of loquacity that no one else\n had discovered. Pembroke decided\n he would have to cover his\n tracks carefully.", "Pembroke shaved, showered,\n and put on the new suit and shirt\n he had bought. Then he took\n Mary Ann, the woman he had", "He would be out of business\n soon, once the FBI agent had got\n there. Pembroke was only in it to", "And so it went for about five\n minutes. Then he was told he\n had qualified as a satisfactory\n surrogate for a mid-twentieth\n century American male, itinerant\n type.", "it would be simple enough to locate\n him if he were reported as\n being on the loose. There was\n no out but to do away with Mary\n Ann.", "Pembroke rose and started out\n of the bar. A policeman entered\n and walked directly to Spencer's\n table. Loitering at the juke box,\n Pembroke overheard the conversation." ] ]

[ "What is a star mother?", "Why doesn't Martha want the general to bring Terry home?", "How has being a star mother changed Martha?", "What does Martha think about the TV reporter?", "Why doesn't Martha's description of Terry fit what the reporter considers to be the norm?", "Why does Martha wear Terry's jacket?", "How long did Martha spend outside looking at the stars waiting for Terry's first pass?", "Why does Martha seem so calm when Terry's death is confirmed?" ]

[ [ "A star mother is a mother who becomes a celebrity.", "A star mother is the mother of an astronaut.", "A star mother is the mother of someone in the military.", " A star mother is the mother of a celebrity." ], [ "Martha does not want to be blamed for spending taxpayers' money on an expensive search and rescue operation.", "Martha feels Terry would want to spend eternity amongst the stars.", "Martha does not want the media circus to continue.", "Martha knows the same kind of accident or worse could happen to the search and rescue team." ], [ "Martha has become more extroverted", "She has a new appreciation for the stars.", "She has become conceited thanks to her newfound fame.", "Martha's new celebrity status has doubled her egg business." ], [ "She thinks the reporter is terribly polite.", "She thinks the reporter is a suave young man.", "She thinks the reporter is twisting her words to fit his narrative.", "She thinks the reporter is pushy." ], [ "Terry is passionate about space exploration.", "Terry didn't like football.", "Terry is an only child.", "Terry is shy. A bookworm, who doesn't play sports." ], [ "The reporter asked her to wear Terry's jacket.", "She could see her breath in the air.", "She wants to feel close to Terry.", "Terry's jacket reminds the neighbors that she is a star mother." ], [ "Two to three hours", "Less than an hour", "More than three hours", "Between one and two hours" ], [ "Martha made peace with Terry's death in the hours since the general's last telegram.", "After communing with the stars in the afternoon, Martha realizes that this is the way Terry would want to go.", "Martha is very angry with the general and is doing everything in her power to not yell at him.", "Martha is in shock. The reality of Terry's death has yet to set in." ] ]

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

[ "Why are they throwing a parade for Hank?", "What was Hank's mission?", "How did Hank die?", "Why was Hank lying down for months?", "Who invented the regenerative brain and organ process?", "Why does Hank wait for Edith to leave before he changes clothes?", "How does Edith feel about Hank's return?", "Why does Hank want to eat alone?", "Why does Edith want Hank to go out on the town?", "Why do people keep asking Hank what he saw?" ]

[ [ "Hank is back from a mission to Mars.", "Hank is back from an experimental continent-to-continent flight.", "Hank is back from the dead.", "Hank is back from beyond the Great Frontier." ], [ "Hank's mission was to touch down on Mars in preparation for a future colony.", "Hank's mission was to experience death and be brought back to life.", "Hank's mission was to build a colony on the moon.", "Hank's mission was to pilot an experimental continent-to-continent flight." ], [ "Hank's spacecraft exploded when it hit Earth's atmosphere on the way home from Mars.", "Hank's experimental continent-to-continent flight vessel exploded.", "Hank died when he crashed his car on the way to the mission launch.", "Hank's spacecraft exploded when it hit Earth's atmosphere on the way home from the moon." ], [ "Hank's body was lying in a cryostasis tank while the doctors figured out how to bring him back to life.", "Hank was lying in a stasis tank on the way back from the moon.", "Hank was lying in a stasis tank on the way back from Mars.", "Hank's body was lying in a tank designed to regenerate his body processes." ], [ "General Carlisle", "Captain Davidson", "Vasco De Gama", "Corporal Berringer" ], [ "Edith bought separate beds while he was gone. Undressing in front of her may make her uncomfortable.", "The new bedroom arrangement put them in separate beds. He doesn't want Edith to feel uncomfortable by his undressing.", "He doesn't want Edith to see the scars on his body. It will just remind her he died.", "He doesn't want Edith to see the scars on his body. Scars may put a damper on the romance." ], [ "Edith is happy that Hank has returned, but she is scared he might have changed.", "Edith is happy that Hank has returned if he is Hank. He may be a Martian shapeshifter.", "Edith is happy that Hank has returned, but she is scared that he may be a zombie or a vampire.", "Edith is happy that Hank has returned if he is Hank. He may be an experimental android developed by the Air Force." ], [ "Aunt Lucille won't shut up about the Ladies' Garden Club.", "His family is not treating him like a normal person. Hank just wants to feel normal.", "His family is talking too loudly at dinner, and there are too many people in the room. Hank is experiencing sensory overload.", "His family was watching him eat like an animal in a zoo. Hank just wants to feel normal." ], [ "Edith promised Hank's mother that she would make an effort to return to normalcy, as death had not parted them after all.", "Edith is making an effort to return to normalcy, even though she is scared. She loves Hank.", "Edith promised General Carlisle that she would make an effort to return to normalcy. She was aware of the new return-to-life policy before Hank left on the mission.", "Edith wants to get Hank out of the house so Ralphie can have his friends over. Ralphie's friends don't want to visit while Hank is at the house." ], [ "Hank was dead for months. People want to know about the afterlife.", "Hank was on the moon for months. People want to know what life was like there.", "Hank was dead for months. People want to know which religion got it right.", "Hank was out in space for months. People want to know what he saw on Mars." ] ]

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[ [ "\"Because people are dying to get in,\" Hank said, and looked through the\n window, past the iron fence, into the large cemetery at the fleeting\n tombstones.", "more gently, almost remotely), and insisted they all drink more than was\n good for them as he always had. And for once, Hank was ready to go along", "looked at Hank, and Hank nodded encouragement, desperately interested in\n this normalcy, and Joe's voice died away. He looked down at his plate,", "Still, he was the honored home-comer, the successful returnee, the\n hometown boy who had made good in a big way, and they took the triumphal", "and it seemed her old smile. \"They're so anxious to see you, Hank. I\n could barely keep Phil from coming up and waking you himself. They want", "Hank looked at Edith; Edith was busy with her plate. Hank looked at\n Ralphie; Ralphie was busy with his plate. Hank looked at Joe; Joe was", "let me out right here,\" Hank said. \"I'm home—or that's what everyone\n seems to think. Maybe I should lie down in an open grave. Maybe that", "parishioners to treat him. But they had all come around. The tremendous\n national interest, the fact that he was the First One, had made them\n come around. It was obvious by now that they would have to adjust as", "So there he was, Henry Devers, at home with the family. So there he was,\n the hero returned, waiting to be treated as a human being.", "The number finished; they walked back to the booth. Phil said,\n \"Beddy-bye time.\"\n\n\n Hank said, \"First one dance with my loving wife.\"", "Hank said, \"No, Phil, why is it the most popular place on earth?\"\n\n\n Phil said, \"Because people are—\" And then he caught himself and waved\n his hand and muttered, \"I forgot the punch line.\"", "would again become good old Hank. It was little enough to ask for—a\n return to old values, old relationships, the normalcies of the backwash", "full of jokes. He patted Edith on the head the way he always had, and\n clapped Hank on the shoulder (but not the way he always had—so much", "and Hank went right on drinking. Edith said something to him, but he\n merely smiled and waved his hand and gulped another ounce of nirvana.", "Edith said, \"Yes, and I'm so grateful that you're here, Hank. Please\n believe that. Please be patient with me and Ralphie and—\" She paused.\n \"There's one question.\"", "He was glad. He'd had enough of strangers. Not that he was through with\n strangers. There were dozens of them up and down the street, standing\n beside parked cars, looking at him. But when he looked back at them,", "tour up Main Street to the new square and the grandstand. There he sat\n between the mayor and a nervous young coed chosen as homecoming queen,\n and looked out at the police and fire department bands, the National", "Ralphie said, \"Gee, sure, Dad, if you want to.\"\n\n\n Hank stood up. \"The question is not whether I want to. You both know I\n want to. The question is whether\nyou\nwant to.\"", "to go out and do the town. Please, Hank, say you will.\"", "little time. Because it's so strange, Hank. Because it's so frightening.\n I should have told you that the moment you walked in. I think I've hurt" ], [ "looked at Hank, and Hank nodded encouragement, desperately interested in\n this normalcy, and Joe's voice died away. He looked down at his plate,", "more gently, almost remotely), and insisted they all drink more than was\n good for them as he always had. And for once, Hank was ready to go along", "Hank looked at Edith; Edith was busy with her plate. Hank looked at\n Ralphie; Ralphie was busy with his plate. Hank looked at Joe; Joe was", "mumbled, \"Soup's getting cold,\" and began to eat. His hand shook a\n little; his ruddy face was not quite as ruddy as Hank remembered it.", "\"Because people are dying to get in,\" Hank said, and looked through the\n window, past the iron fence, into the large cemetery at the fleeting\n tombstones.", "and it seemed her old smile. \"They're so anxious to see you, Hank. I\n could barely keep Phil from coming up and waking you himself. They want", "would again become good old Hank. It was little enough to ask for—a\n return to old values, old relationships, the normalcies of the backwash", "Edith said, \"Yes, and I'm so grateful that you're here, Hank. Please\n believe that. Please be patient with me and Ralphie and—\" She paused.\n \"There's one question.\"", "to go out and do the town. Please, Hank, say you will.\"", "Edith said, \"Hank!\"", "and Hank went right on drinking. Edith said something to him, but he\n merely smiled and waved his hand and gulped another ounce of nirvana.", "So there he was, Henry Devers, at home with the family. So there he was,\n the hero returned, waiting to be treated as a human being.", "The number finished; they walked back to the booth. Phil said,\n \"Beddy-bye time.\"\n\n\n Hank said, \"First one dance with my loving wife.\"", "\"I'm going to stay in the guest room,\" he said, \"for as long as\n necessary. For good if need be.\"\n\n\n \"How could it be for good? How, Hank?\"", "didn't wait for Edith. He just got out and walked up the flagstone path\n and entered the house.\n\"Hank,\" Edith whispered from the guest room doorway, \"I'm so sorry—\"", "let me out right here,\" Hank said. \"I'm home—or that's what everyone\n seems to think. Maybe I should lie down in an open grave. Maybe that", "But sometime later, as he was dozing off, a sense of reassurance began\n filtering into his mind. After all, he was still Henry Devers, the same", "Ralphie said, \"Gee, sure, Dad, if you want to.\"\n\n\n Hank stood up. \"The question is not whether I want to. You both know I\n want to. The question is whether\nyou\nwant to.\"", "little time. Because it's so strange, Hank. Because it's so frightening.\n I should have told you that the moment you walked in. I think I've hurt", "chewing, gazing out over their heads to the kitchen. Hank looked at\n Lucille; she was disappearing into the living room." ], [ "looked at Hank, and Hank nodded encouragement, desperately interested in\n this normalcy, and Joe's voice died away. He looked down at his plate,", "\"Because people are dying to get in,\" Hank said, and looked through the\n window, past the iron fence, into the large cemetery at the fleeting\n tombstones.", "more gently, almost remotely), and insisted they all drink more than was\n good for them as he always had. And for once, Hank was ready to go along", "Hank looked at Edith; Edith was busy with her plate. Hank looked at\n Ralphie; Ralphie was busy with his plate. Hank looked at Joe; Joe was", "let me out right here,\" Hank said. \"I'm home—or that's what everyone\n seems to think. Maybe I should lie down in an open grave. Maybe that", "mumbled, \"Soup's getting cold,\" and began to eat. His hand shook a\n little; his ruddy face was not quite as ruddy as Hank remembered it.", "The number finished; they walked back to the booth. Phil said,\n \"Beddy-bye time.\"\n\n\n Hank said, \"First one dance with my loving wife.\"", "and Hank went right on drinking. Edith said something to him, but he\n merely smiled and waved his hand and gulped another ounce of nirvana.", "didn't wait for Edith. He just got out and walked up the flagstone path\n and entered the house.\n\"Hank,\" Edith whispered from the guest room doorway, \"I'm so sorry—\"", "would again become good old Hank. It was little enough to ask for—a\n return to old values, old relationships, the normalcies of the backwash", "little time. Because it's so strange, Hank. Because it's so frightening.\n I should have told you that the moment you walked in. I think I've hurt", "Edith said, \"Hank!\"", "and it seemed her old smile. \"They're so anxious to see you, Hank. I\n could barely keep Phil from coming up and waking you himself. They want", "Edith said, \"Yes, and I'm so grateful that you're here, Hank. Please\n believe that. Please be patient with me and Ralphie and—\" She paused.\n \"There's one question.\"", "Ralphie said, \"Gee, sure, Dad, if you want to.\"\n\n\n Hank stood up. \"The question is not whether I want to. You both know I\n want to. The question is whether\nyou\nwant to.\"", "Rhona glanced to the left, and so did Hank and Edith. Rhona made a\n little sound, and Edith seemed to stop breathing, but Phil went on a\n while longer, not yet aware of his supposed\nfaux pas\n.", "chewing, gazing out over their heads to the kitchen. Hank looked at\n Lucille; she was disappearing into the living room.", "So there he was, Henry Devers, at home with the family. So there he was,\n the hero returned, waiting to be treated as a human being.", "full of jokes. He patted Edith on the head the way he always had, and\n clapped Hank on the shoulder (but not the way he always had—so much", "loses his life by accident, by violence, and his body can be recovered,\n he'll go into the tanks and they'll start the regenerative brain and" ], [ "tired. I'd like to lie down a while.\" Which wasn't true, because he'd\n been lying down all the months of the way back.", "looked at Hank, and Hank nodded encouragement, desperately interested in\n this normalcy, and Joe's voice died away. He looked down at his plate,", "let me out right here,\" Hank said. \"I'm home—or that's what everyone\n seems to think. Maybe I should lie down in an open grave. Maybe that", "more gently, almost remotely), and insisted they all drink more than was\n good for them as he always had. And for once, Hank was ready to go along", "\"I'm going to stay in the guest room,\" he said, \"for as long as\n necessary. For good if need be.\"\n\n\n \"How could it be for good? How, Hank?\"", "He was tired of thinking. He lay down and closed his eyes. He let\n himself taste bitterness, unhappiness, a loneliness he had never known\n before.", "little time. Because it's so strange, Hank. Because it's so frightening.\n I should have told you that the moment you walked in. I think I've hurt", "mumbled, \"Soup's getting cold,\" and began to eat. His hand shook a\n little; his ruddy face was not quite as ruddy as Hank remembered it.", "So there he was, Henry Devers, at home with the family. So there he was,\n the hero returned, waiting to be treated as a human being.", "\"Because people are dying to get in,\" Hank said, and looked through the\n window, past the iron fence, into the large cemetery at the fleeting\n tombstones.", "But sometime later, as he was dozing off, a sense of reassurance began\n filtering into his mind. After all, he was still Henry Devers, the same", "was going to his room because he was, after all, very tired and would in\n all probability continue to be very tired for a long, long time and that\n they shouldn't count on him for normal social life.", "Edith was leading him into the living room, her hand lying still in his,\n a cool, dead bird lying still in his. He sat down on the couch, she sat\n down beside him—but she had hesitated. He", "and Hank went right on drinking. Edith said something to him, but he\n merely smiled and waved his hand and gulped another ounce of nirvana.", "Mother and Joe returned a few minutes later where he sat forcing food\n down his throat. Mother said, \"Henry dear—\" He didn't answer. She began", "and it seemed her old smile. \"They're so anxious to see you, Hank. I\n could barely keep Phil from coming up and waking you himself. They want", "\"I saw nothing,\" he said. \"It was as if I slept those six and a half\n months—slept without dreaming.\"\n\n\n She came to him and touched his face with her lips, and he was\n satisfied.", "didn't wait for Edith. He just got out and walked up the flagstone path\n and entered the house.\n\"Hank,\" Edith whispered from the guest room doorway, \"I'm so sorry—\"", "Hank looked at Edith; Edith was busy with her plate. Hank looked at\n Ralphie; Ralphie was busy with his plate. Hank looked at Joe; Joe was", "Edith said, \"Yes, and I'm so grateful that you're here, Hank. Please\n believe that. Please be patient with me and Ralphie and—\" She paused.\n \"There's one question.\"" ], [ "loses his life by accident, by violence, and his body can be recovered,\n he'll go into the tanks and they'll start the regenerative brain and", "organ process—the process that made it all possible. So people have to\n get used to us. And the old stories, the old terrors, the ugly old", "so. Carlisle had said lots of things, but even Carlisle who had worked\n with him all the way, who had engineered the entire fantastic\n journey—even Carlisle the Nobel prize winner, the multi-degreed genius", "\"I saw nothing,\" he said. \"It was as if I slept those six and a half\n months—slept without dreaming.\"\n\n\n She came to him and touched his face with her lips, and he was\n satisfied.", "parishioners to treat him. But they had all come around. The tremendous\n national interest, the fact that he was the First One, had made them\n come around. It was obvious by now that they would have to adjust as", "He was tired of thinking. He lay down and closed his eyes. He let\n himself taste bitterness, unhappiness, a loneliness he had never known\n before.", "But sometime later, as he was dozing off, a sense of reassurance began\n filtering into his mind. After all, he was still Henry Devers, the same", "\"There are others coming, Edith. Eight that I know of in the tanks right\n now. My superior, Captain Davidson, who died at the same moment I", "did—seven months ago next Wednesday—he's going to be next. He was\n smashed up worse than I was, so it took a little longer, but he's almost", "ready. And there'll be many more, Edith. The government is going to save\n all they possibly can from now on. Every time a young and healthy man", "They had been right to worry. He had suffered much after that blow-up.\n But now they should be rejoicing, because he had survived and made the", "[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Analog July 1961.\n Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright\n on this publication was renewed.]", "They were on the dance floor. He held her close, and hummed and chatted.\n And through the alcoholic haze saw she was a stiff-smiled, stiff-bodied,\n mechanical dancing doll.", "little time. Because it's so strange, Hank. Because it's so frightening.\n I should have told you that the moment you walked in. I think I've hurt", "at Mother as he raised his first spoonful of chilled fruit, and said,\n \"Younger than ever.\" It was nothing new; he'd said it many many times", "He took off his shirt and saw himself in the mirror on the opposite\n wall; and then took off his under-shirt. The body scars were faint, the", "They had put a porch in front. They had rehabilitated, spruced up,\n almost rebuilt the entire outside and grounds. But he was sorry. He had\n wanted it to be as before.", "The door opened; he looked at her. It hadn't been too long and she\n hadn't changed at all. She was still the small, slender girl he'd loved", "That question was perhaps the first firm basis for hope he'd had since\n returning. And there was something else; what Carlisle had told him,\n even as Carlisle himself had reacted as all men did.", "Edith was leading him into the living room, her hand lying still in his,\n a cool, dead bird lying still in his. He sat down on the couch, she sat\n down beside him—but she had hesitated. He" ], [ "didn't wait for Edith. He just got out and walked up the flagstone path\n and entered the house.\n\"Hank,\" Edith whispered from the guest room doorway, \"I'm so sorry—\"", "Edith said, \"Yes, and I'm so grateful that you're here, Hank. Please\n believe that. Please be patient with me and Ralphie and—\" She paused.\n \"There's one question.\"", "Hank looked at Edith; Edith was busy with her plate. Hank looked at\n Ralphie; Ralphie was busy with his plate. Hank looked at Joe; Joe was", "He and Edith sat beside each other, and he wanted badly to take her in\n his arms, and yet he didn't want to oppress her. He stood up. \"I'm very", "Rhona glanced to the left, and so did Hank and Edith. Rhona made a\n little sound, and Edith seemed to stop breathing, but Phil went on a\n while longer, not yet aware of his supposed\nfaux pas\n.", "full of jokes. He patted Edith on the head the way he always had, and\n clapped Hank on the shoulder (but not the way he always had—so much", "and Hank went right on drinking. Edith said something to him, but he\n merely smiled and waved his hand and gulped another ounce of nirvana.", "Edith was leading him into the living room, her hand lying still in his,\n a cool, dead bird lying still in his. He sat down on the couch, she sat\n down beside him—but she had hesitated. He", "Edith said, \"He'll stay home, Hank. We'll spend an evening\n together—talking, watching TV, playing Monopoly.\"", "looked at Hank, and Hank nodded encouragement, desperately interested in\n this normalcy, and Joe's voice died away. He looked down at his plate,", "But he didn't sleep long. Edith shook him and he opened his eyes to a\n lighted room. \"Phil and Rhona are here.\" He blinked at her. She smiled,", "and it seemed her old smile. \"They're so anxious to see you, Hank. I\n could barely keep Phil from coming up and waking you himself. They want", "Edith said, \"Hank!\"", "knocker on the new door and heard the soft music sound within. He was\n surprised that he'd had to do this. He'd thought Edith would be watching\n at a window.", "The number finished; they walked back to the booth. Phil said,\n \"Beddy-bye time.\"\n\n\n Hank said, \"First one dance with my loving wife.\"", "still showed. He waited for her to leave the room.", "she was trying to be the old Edith and not succeeding. This time when\n the music ended, he was ready to go home.", "\"I'm going to stay in the guest room,\" he said, \"for as long as\n necessary. For good if need be.\"\n\n\n \"How could it be for good? How, Hank?\"", "Edith nodded and, still holding to Ralphie with one hand, put the other\n arm around him. He kissed her—her neck, her cheek—and all the old", "mumbled, \"Soup's getting cold,\" and began to eat. His hand shook a\n little; his ruddy face was not quite as ruddy as Hank remembered it." ], [ "Edith said, \"Yes, and I'm so grateful that you're here, Hank. Please\n believe that. Please be patient with me and Ralphie and—\" She paused.\n \"There's one question.\"", "didn't wait for Edith. He just got out and walked up the flagstone path\n and entered the house.\n\"Hank,\" Edith whispered from the guest room doorway, \"I'm so sorry—\"", "and it seemed her old smile. \"They're so anxious to see you, Hank. I\n could barely keep Phil from coming up and waking you himself. They want", "Edith said, \"Hank!\"", "and Hank went right on drinking. Edith said something to him, but he\n merely smiled and waved his hand and gulped another ounce of nirvana.", "Edith said, \"He'll stay home, Hank. We'll spend an evening\n together—talking, watching TV, playing Monopoly.\"", "But he didn't sleep long. Edith shook him and he opened his eyes to a\n lighted room. \"Phil and Rhona are here.\" He blinked at her. She smiled,", "He and Edith sat beside each other, and he wanted badly to take her in\n his arms, and yet he didn't want to oppress her. He stood up. \"I'm very", "Hank looked at Edith; Edith was busy with her plate. Hank looked at\n Ralphie; Ralphie was busy with his plate. Hank looked at Joe; Joe was", "Edith nodded and, still holding to Ralphie with one hand, put the other\n arm around him. He kissed her—her neck, her cheek—and all the old", "Edith was leading him into the living room, her hand lying still in his,\n a cool, dead bird lying still in his. He sat down on the couch, she sat\n down beside him—but she had hesitated. He", "Rhona glanced to the left, and so did Hank and Edith. Rhona made a\n little sound, and Edith seemed to stop breathing, but Phil went on a\n while longer, not yet aware of his supposed\nfaux pas\n.", "looked at Hank, and Hank nodded encouragement, desperately interested in\n this normalcy, and Joe's voice died away. He looked down at his plate,", "So there he was, Henry Devers, at home with the family. So there he was,\n the hero returned, waiting to be treated as a human being.", "full of jokes. He patted Edith on the head the way he always had, and\n clapped Hank on the shoulder (but not the way he always had—so much", "Edith said, \"Oh, Hank, don't, don't!\"", "knocker on the new door and heard the soft music sound within. He was\n surprised that he'd had to do this. He'd thought Edith would be watching\n at a window.", "mumbled, \"Soup's getting cold,\" and began to eat. His hand shook a\n little; his ruddy face was not quite as ruddy as Hank remembered it.", "They rode back to town along Route Nine, he and Edith in the rear of\n Phil's car, Rhona driving because Phil had drunk just a little too much,", "would again become good old Hank. It was little enough to ask for—a\n return to old values, old relationships, the normalcies of the backwash" ], [ "looked at Hank, and Hank nodded encouragement, desperately interested in\n this normalcy, and Joe's voice died away. He looked down at his plate,", "Hank looked at Edith; Edith was busy with her plate. Hank looked at\n Ralphie; Ralphie was busy with his plate. Hank looked at Joe; Joe was", "mumbled, \"Soup's getting cold,\" and began to eat. His hand shook a\n little; his ruddy face was not quite as ruddy as Hank remembered it.", "He said, voice hoarse, \"Shut up. Go away. Let me eat alone. I'm sick of\n the lot of you.\"", "more gently, almost remotely), and insisted they all drink more than was\n good for them as he always had. And for once, Hank was ready to go along", "chewing, gazing out over their heads to the kitchen. Hank looked at\n Lucille; she was disappearing into the living room.", "any man who'd ever lived before. He wanted a meal at his own table, a\n kiss from his wife, a word from his son, and later to see some old", "Mother and Joe returned a few minutes later where he sat forcing food\n down his throat. Mother said, \"Henry dear—\" He didn't answer. She began", "\"Because people are dying to get in,\" Hank said, and looked through the\n window, past the iron fence, into the large cemetery at the fleeting\n tombstones.", "little time. Because it's so strange, Hank. Because it's so frightening.\n I should have told you that the moment you walked in. I think I've hurt", "\"I'm going to stay in the guest room,\" he said, \"for as long as\n necessary. For good if need be.\"\n\n\n \"How could it be for good? How, Hank?\"", "She served him, and spooned out a portion for herself and Ralphie. She\n hesitated near his chair, and when he made no comment she called the\n boy. Then the three of them were sitting, facing the empty side of the", "let me out right here,\" Hank said. \"I'm home—or that's what everyone\n seems to think. Maybe I should lie down in an open grave. Maybe that", "and it seemed her old smile. \"They're so anxious to see you, Hank. I\n could barely keep Phil from coming up and waking you himself. They want", "him. But except for a few abortive glances in his direction, it was as\n if he were a stranger in a city halfway around the world.", "Ralphie said, \"Gee, sure, Dad, if you want to.\"\n\n\n Hank stood up. \"The question is not whether I want to. You both know I\n want to. The question is whether\nyou\nwant to.\"", "and Hank went right on drinking. Edith said something to him, but he\n merely smiled and waved his hand and gulped another ounce of nirvana.", "Rhona glanced to the left, and so did Hank and Edith. Rhona made a\n little sound, and Edith seemed to stop breathing, but Phil went on a\n while longer, not yet aware of his supposed\nfaux pas\n.", "didn't wait for Edith. He just got out and walked up the flagstone path\n and entered the house.\n\"Hank,\" Edith whispered from the guest room doorway, \"I'm so sorry—\"", "So there he was, Henry Devers, at home with the family. So there he was,\n the hero returned, waiting to be treated as a human being." ], [ "to go out and do the town. Please, Hank, say you will.\"", "Edith said, \"He'll stay home, Hank. We'll spend an evening\n together—talking, watching TV, playing Monopoly.\"", "Edith said, \"Yes, and I'm so grateful that you're here, Hank. Please\n believe that. Please be patient with me and Ralphie and—\" She paused.\n \"There's one question.\"", "and Hank went right on drinking. Edith said something to him, but he\n merely smiled and waved his hand and gulped another ounce of nirvana.", "Edith said, \"Hank!\"", "didn't wait for Edith. He just got out and walked up the flagstone path\n and entered the house.\n\"Hank,\" Edith whispered from the guest room doorway, \"I'm so sorry—\"", "He and Edith sat beside each other, and he wanted badly to take her in\n his arms, and yet he didn't want to oppress her. He stood up. \"I'm very", "Hank looked at Edith; Edith was busy with her plate. Hank looked at\n Ralphie; Ralphie was busy with his plate. Hank looked at Joe; Joe was", "Edith said, \"Oh, Hank, don't, don't!\"", "she was trying to be the old Edith and not succeeding. This time when\n the music ended, he was ready to go home.", "Rhona glanced to the left, and so did Hank and Edith. Rhona made a\n little sound, and Edith seemed to stop breathing, but Phil went on a\n while longer, not yet aware of his supposed\nfaux pas\n.", "They rode back to town along Route Nine, he and Edith in the rear of\n Phil's car, Rhona driving because Phil had drunk just a little too much,", "Edith was leading him into the living room, her hand lying still in his,\n a cool, dead bird lying still in his. He sat down on the couch, she sat\n down beside him—but she had hesitated. He", "and it seemed her old smile. \"They're so anxious to see you, Hank. I\n could barely keep Phil from coming up and waking you himself. They want", "full of jokes. He patted Edith on the head the way he always had, and\n clapped Hank on the shoulder (but not the way he always had—so much", "The number finished; they walked back to the booth. Phil said,\n \"Beddy-bye time.\"\n\n\n Hank said, \"First one dance with my loving wife.\"", "more gently, almost remotely), and insisted they all drink more than was\n good for them as he always had. And for once, Hank was ready to go along", "But he didn't sleep long. Edith shook him and he opened his eyes to a\n lighted room. \"Phil and Rhona are here.\" He blinked at her. She smiled,", "looked at Hank, and Hank nodded encouragement, desperately interested in\n this normalcy, and Joe's voice died away. He looked down at his plate,", "let me out right here,\" Hank said. \"I'm home—or that's what everyone\n seems to think. Maybe I should lie down in an open grave. Maybe that" ], [ "looked at Hank, and Hank nodded encouragement, desperately interested in\n this normalcy, and Joe's voice died away. He looked down at his plate,", "Edith said, \"Yes, and I'm so grateful that you're here, Hank. Please\n believe that. Please be patient with me and Ralphie and—\" She paused.\n \"There's one question.\"", "Hank looked at Edith; Edith was busy with her plate. Hank looked at\n Ralphie; Ralphie was busy with his plate. Hank looked at Joe; Joe was", "\"Because people are dying to get in,\" Hank said, and looked through the\n window, past the iron fence, into the large cemetery at the fleeting\n tombstones.", "and it seemed her old smile. \"They're so anxious to see you, Hank. I\n could barely keep Phil from coming up and waking you himself. They want", "He knew what the question was. It had been the first asked him by\n everyone from the president of the United States on down.", "little time. Because it's so strange, Hank. Because it's so frightening.\n I should have told you that the moment you walked in. I think I've hurt", "Rhona glanced to the left, and so did Hank and Edith. Rhona made a\n little sound, and Edith seemed to stop breathing, but Phil went on a\n while longer, not yet aware of his supposed\nfaux pas\n.", "\"I'm going to stay in the guest room,\" he said, \"for as long as\n necessary. For good if need be.\"\n\n\n \"How could it be for good? How, Hank?\"", "more gently, almost remotely), and insisted they all drink more than was\n good for them as he always had. And for once, Hank was ready to go along", "\"You know why?\" he repeated, turning to the back seat, the laughter\n rumbling up from his chest. \"You know why, folks?\"\n\n\n Rhona said, \"Did you notice Carl Braken and his wife at—\"", "let me out right here,\" Hank said. \"I'm home—or that's what everyone\n seems to think. Maybe I should lie down in an open grave. Maybe that", "Hank said, \"No, Phil, why is it the most popular place on earth?\"\n\n\n Phil said, \"Because people are—\" And then he caught himself and waved\n his hand and muttered, \"I forgot the punch line.\"", "They answered together that of course they wanted to. But their\n eyes—his wife's and son's eyes—could not meet his, and so he said he", "Ralphie said, \"Gee, sure, Dad, if you want to.\"\n\n\n Hank stood up. \"The question is not whether I want to. You both know I\n want to. The question is whether\nyou\nwant to.\"", "So there he was, Henry Devers, at home with the family. So there he was,\n the hero returned, waiting to be treated as a human being.", "He was glad. He'd had enough of strangers. Not that he was through with\n strangers. There were dozens of them up and down the street, standing\n beside parked cars, looking at him. But when he looked back at them,", "and Hank went right on drinking. Edith said something to him, but he\n merely smiled and waved his hand and gulped another ounce of nirvana.", "him. But except for a few abortive glances in his direction, it was as\n if he were a stranger in a city halfway around the world.", "mumbled, \"Soup's getting cold,\" and began to eat. His hand shook a\n little; his ruddy face was not quite as ruddy as Hank remembered it." ] ]

[ "Why is the Earth worse than the aliens imagine?", "Why does Ethaniel think the humans look defenseless?", "What is the aliens' mission?", "Why are Bal and Ethaniel so cold?", "How do Bal and Ethaniel feel about the humans?", "Why do Bal and Ethaniel think they have to make time to save Earth?", "Why doesn't the Earth shoot the spaceship out of the sky?", "Why do the aliens believe they have succeeded in saving Earth?" ]

[ [ "The Earth has missiles and is close to space travel.", "The humans are rough and desperate.", "A meteor shower could be interpreted as an enemy attack by the humans' clumsy instruments.", "The humans don't like aliens." ], [ "Without space travel, the humans seem defenseless against an alien attack.", "Without wings, the humans look small and defenseless.", "Without wings, the humans look like children.", "Without space weapon technology, the humans seem defenseless against an alien attack." ], [ "Bal and Ethaniel are on a mission to Earth to set up an interstellar trade route.", "Bal and Ethaniel are on a mission to Willafours.", "Bal and Ethaniel only have one week to save the Earth, but that is their mission.", "Bal and Ethaniel are on a mission to steal the big bomb from the humans." ], [ "People are mistaking them for the types of angles seen in Renaissance paintings. It is likely they are wearing little or no clothing.", "They are cold because the clothing synthesizer on their spaceship was not equipped with the materials needed to make cold-weather gear.", "They are cold because the planet they come from has a much warmer climate, and they were not prepared for cold weather.", "Bal and Ethaniel are cold because it is winter where they have landed on Earth." ], [ "Bal and Ethaniel think humans are very similar beings to themselves. ", "Bal and Ethaniel think humans are crude, rough, and desperate. ", "Bal and Ethaniel think humans are not very intelligent and superstitious.", "Bal and Ethaniel are scared of the humans because humans seem to be trigger-happy." ], [ "No one else knows Earth and its big bomb problem exisits. It will be quite a long time before anyone passes out this way again. By then, it will be too late for the Earth.", "If Bal and Ethaniel don't make time to save the Earth from the big bomb, the shockwave may also destroy their spacecraft.", "If Bal and Ethaniel don't make time to save the Earth from the big bomb, the shockwave may also destroy Willafours.", "Not saving the humans would be like letting their own people die." ], [ "The Earth does not have weapons that are capable of going as high as the spaceship. Nor are their weapons capable of penetrating the spaceship's hull.", "Bal and Ethaniel are using the spaceship to broadcast a message of peace in all the languages of the world.", "The combination of the Christmas holiday, aliens that look like angels, and what looks to be the star of Bethlehem, has convinced the people of Earth that Bal and Ethaniel are friends and not foes.", "The spaceship is lit up as brightly as a star. The light is bright enough to convince the humans that firing upon it would be futile." ], [ "The humans did come to a formal agreement before the aliens left them.", "The humans realized they were not alone in the universe. They dropped all their petty differences to defend themselves against an alien invasion.", "The humans painted many pictures of the aliens to commemorate the historic event of first contact, a sign they will hold to the agreement made.", "The humans were kneeling before the aliens in deference, a sign that they will hold to the agreement made." ] ]

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[ [ "hurry if things get rough. They\n don't think much of each other.\n I don't imagine they'll like aliens\n any better.\"", "\"A very long time. There's\n nothing in this region of space\n our people want,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"And how long can Earth last?\n Ten years? Even ten months?\n The tension is building by the\n hour.\"", "\"It's not what they've done,\"\n said Bal, the second alien. \"It's\n what they're going to do, with\n that big bomb.\"", "\"I can guess,\" said Ethaniel,\n who had spoken first. \"The place\n is a complete mess. They've never\n done anything except fight\n each other—and invent better\n weapons.\"", "\"What's worse is that I now\n find they also have missiles,\n range one thousand miles and\n upward. They either have or are\n near a primitive form of space\n travel.\"", "The course of the ship changed\n slightly; it was not much out of\n the way to swing nearer Earth.\n For days the two within the ship\n listened and watched with little\n comment. They had to decide\n soon.", "\"Don't worry about that.\n They'll see it. Everybody on\n Earth will see it.\" Later, with the", "the ship moved much closer to\n Earth. They no longer needed instruments\n to see it. The planet\n revolved outside the visionports.\n The southern plains were green,", "\"If we're lucky they'll think\n that.\"\nBal looked out of the port at\n the planet below. \"It's going to", "\"It's not we who need help, but\n the people of Earth,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"See you in five days.\" With", "They went much closer to\n Earth, not intending to commit\n themselves. For a day they circled\n the planet, avoiding radar", "\"Too bad,\" said Bal. \"We'll\n just have to forget there ever\n was such a planet as Earth.\"\n\n\n \"Could you? Forget so many\n people?\"", "And the ship circled on,\n bright, shining, seeming to be a\n little piece clipped from the center\n of a star and brought near\n Earth to illuminate it. Never, or\n seldom, had Earth seen anything\n like it.", "what they'll have to do if they're\n going to survive, how they can\n keep their planet in one piece so\n they can live on it.\"", "\"Hardly,\" said Ethaniel. \"A\n hundred years ago it might have\n worked. Today they have satellites.\n They are not primitives.\"", "\"That's thinking,\" said Bal,\n moving to the controls. \"I'll move\n the ship over where they can see\n it best and then I'll light it up.\n I'll really light it up.\"", "\"It's as much as we can expect,\"\n said Ethaniel. \"They may\n have small wars after this, but\n never the big one. In fifty or a\n hundred years we can come back\n and see how much they've\n learned.\"", "intently. \"Very much like ourselves,\"\n he said at last. \"A bit\n shorter perhaps, and most certainly\n incomplete. Except for the", "\"What's there to think? It's\n worse than I imagined.\"\n\n\n \"In what way?\"", "that left the Earth with a wing and a prayer.\nEarth\n was so far away that\n it wasn't visible. Even the\n sun was only a twinkle. But this" ], [ "\"It is. The fact that they are\n an incomplete version of ourselves\n touches me. They actually\n seem defenseless, though I suppose\n they're not.\"", "\"I can guess,\" said Ethaniel,\n who had spoken first. \"The place\n is a complete mess. They've never\n done anything except fight\n each other—and invent better\n weapons.\"", "\"A very long time. There's\n nothing in this region of space\n our people want,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"And how long can Earth last?\n Ten years? Even ten months?\n The tension is building by the\n hour.\"", "\"I haven't thought of anything\n brilliant,\" said Ethaniel.\n\n\n \"Nor I,\" said Bal. \"We're going\n to have to go down there\n cold. And it will be cold.\"", "\"Hardly,\" said Ethaniel. \"A\n hundred years ago it might have\n worked. Today they have satellites.\n They are not primitives.\"", "\"It's not we who need help, but\n the people of Earth,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"See you in five days.\" With", "\"They can't imagine that we'd\n light up an unmanned ship,\" said\n Ethaniel. \"Even if the thought", "\"All right,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"You take one side and I the\n other. We'll tell them bluntly", "\"They may be unfriendly,\"\n Ethaniel acknowledged. Now he\n switched a monitor screen until\n he looked at the slope of a mountain.", "\"It's as much as we can expect,\"\n said Ethaniel. \"They may\n have small wars after this, but\n never the big one. In fifty or a\n hundred years we can come back\n and see how much they've\n learned.\"", "\"The more reason for stopping,\"\n said Ethaniel. \"The big\n bomb can destroy them. Without\n our help they may do just that.\"", "\"A flat yes or no,\" said Bal.\n\n\n \"No. We can't help them,\" said\n Ethaniel. \"There is nothing we\n can do for them—but we have to\n try.\"", "\"I don't think it hurt us that\n you flew,\" said Ethaniel. \"I did\n so myself occasionally.\"\n\n\n \"But you don't know what an\n angel is?\"", "Ethaniel smiled. \"I'm tired,\"\n he said, rustling.", "intently. \"Very much like ourselves,\"\n he said at last. \"A bit\n shorter perhaps, and most certainly\n incomplete. Except for the", "\"Very little,\" conceded Ethaniel.\n \"Two minor officials on the\n way to Willafours—and we run\n directly into a problem no one\n knew existed.\"", "\"I don't guarantee anything,\"\n said Ethaniel. \"This is what I\n was thinking of: instead of hiding\n the ship against the sun", "\"I wish I knew what to think.\n There's so little time,\" Ethaniel\n said. \"Language isn't the difficulty.", "\"My memory isn't convenient,\"\n said Ethaniel. \"I ask you\n to look at them.\"\nBal rustled, flicking the screen", "detection, which for them was\n not difficult, testing, and sampling.\n Finally Ethaniel looked up\n from the monitor screen. \"Any\n conclusions?\"" ], [ "\"It's not what they've done,\"\n said Bal, the second alien. \"It's\n what they're going to do, with\n that big bomb.\"", "small craft slid inside the large\n one and doors closed behind\n them. In a short time the aliens\n met again.", "\"A very long time. There's\n nothing in this region of space\n our people want,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"And how long can Earth last?\n Ten years? Even ten months?\n The tension is building by the\n hour.\"", "\"That's thinking,\" said Bal,\n moving to the controls. \"I'll move\n the ship over where they can see\n it best and then I'll light it up.\n I'll really light it up.\"", "hurry if things get rough. They\n don't think much of each other.\n I don't imagine they'll like aliens\n any better.\"", "\"It's not we who need help, but\n the people of Earth,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"See you in five days.\" With", "They went much closer to\n Earth, not intending to commit\n themselves. For a day they circled\n the planet, avoiding radar", "what they'll have to do if they're\n going to survive, how they can\n keep their planet in one piece so\n they can live on it.\"", "The course of the ship changed\n slightly; it was not much out of\n the way to swing nearer Earth.\n For days the two within the ship\n listened and watched with little\n comment. They had to decide\n soon.", "\"None. We leave the ship here\n and go down in separate landing\n craft. You can talk with me any\n time you want to through our\n communications, but don't unless\n you have to.\"", "\"We've got to make or break,\"\n said the first alien.\n\n\n \"You know what I'm in favor\n of,\" said the second.", "\"If we're lucky they'll think\n that.\"\nBal looked out of the port at\n the planet below. \"It's going to", "\"What's worse is that I now\n find they also have missiles,\n range one thousand miles and\n upward. They either have or are\n near a primitive form of space\n travel.\"", "that he entered a small landing\n craft, which left a faintly luminescent\n trail as it plunged toward\n Earth. As soon as it was", "ship in position, glowing against\n the darkness of space, pulsating\n with light, Bal said: \"You know,\n I feel better about this. We may", "And the ship circled on,\n bright, shining, seeming to be a\n little piece clipped from the center\n of a star and brought near\n Earth to illuminate it. Never, or\n seldom, had Earth seen anything\n like it.", "\"Don't worry about that.\n They'll see it. Everybody on\n Earth will see it.\" Later, with the", "safe to do so, Bal left in another\n craft, heading for the other side\n of the planet.\nAnd the spaceship circled\n Earth, unmanned, blazing and", "\"I can guess,\" said Ethaniel,\n who had spoken first. \"The place\n is a complete mess. They've never\n done anything except fight\n each other—and invent better\n weapons.\"", "the ship moved much closer to\n Earth. They no longer needed instruments\n to see it. The planet\n revolved outside the visionports.\n The southern plains were green," ], [ "\"I haven't thought of anything\n brilliant,\" said Ethaniel.\n\n\n \"Nor I,\" said Bal. \"We're going\n to have to go down there\n cold. And it will be cold.\"", "\"Me too, but mostly I'm cold,\"\n said Bal, shivering. \"Snow.\n Nothing but snow wherever I\n went. Miserable climate. And yet\n you had me go out walking after\n that first day.\"", "\"A flat yes or no,\" said Bal.\n\n\n \"No. We can't help them,\" said\n Ethaniel. \"There is nothing we\n can do for them—but we have to\n try.\"", "\"All right,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"You take one side and I the\n other. We'll tell them bluntly", "\"Yes. It's their winter.\"\n\n\n \"I did have an idea,\" said Bal.\n \"What about going down as supernatural\n beings?\"", "\"I'm doing it,\" said Bal. \"Just\n give them a little time and they\n won't be here to remind me that\n I have a conscience.\"", "\"My memory isn't convenient,\"\n said Ethaniel. \"I ask you\n to look at them.\"\nBal rustled, flicking the screen", "\"They may be unfriendly,\"\n Ethaniel acknowledged. Now he\n switched a monitor screen until\n he looked at the slope of a mountain.", "\"If we could I'd be all for it.\n But these people are rough and\n desperate. They wouldn't be\n fooled by anything that crude.\"\n\n\n \"Well, you're calling it,\" said\n Bal.", "\"I can guess,\" said Ethaniel,\n who had spoken first. \"The place\n is a complete mess. They've never\n done anything except fight\n each other—and invent better\n weapons.\"", "\"Very little,\" conceded Ethaniel.\n \"Two minor officials on the\n way to Willafours—and we run\n directly into a problem no one\n knew existed.\"", "\"It did. I don't know why, but\n it did,\" said Bal. \"Anyway, this\n agreement they made isn't the\n best but I think it will keep them\n from destroying themselves.\"", "\"It could, and the missiles\n make it worse,\" said Bal. \"What\n did you find out at your end?\"\n\n\n \"Nothing worthwhile. I was\n looking at the people while you\n were investigating their weapons.\"", "\"When I went out walking\n people stopped to look. Some\n knelt in the snow and called me\n an angel.\"\n\n\n \"Something like that happened\n to me,\" said Ethaniel.", "\"Hardly,\" said Ethaniel. \"A\n hundred years ago it might have\n worked. Today they have satellites.\n They are not primitives.\"", "\"What can I say?\" said Bal.\n \"I suppose we can stop and look\n them over. We're not committing\n ourselves by looking.\"", "\"A week?\" said Bal. \"To settle\n their problems? They've had two\n world wars in one generation\n and that the third and final one\n is coming up you can't help feeling\n in everything they do.\"", "\"I suppose you're right,\" said\n Bal. \"I did think we ought to\n take advantage of our physical\n differences.\"", "\"It's not we who need help, but\n the people of Earth,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"See you in five days.\" With", "He shivered again. \"It was\n always cold. I walked out, but\n sometimes I flew back. I hope\n that was all right.\"" ], [ "\"A flat yes or no,\" said Bal.\n\n\n \"No. We can't help them,\" said\n Ethaniel. \"There is nothing we\n can do for them—but we have to\n try.\"", "\"I haven't thought of anything\n brilliant,\" said Ethaniel.\n\n\n \"Nor I,\" said Bal. \"We're going\n to have to go down there\n cold. And it will be cold.\"", "\"All right,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"You take one side and I the\n other. We'll tell them bluntly", "\"It's not we who need help, but\n the people of Earth,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"See you in five days.\" With", "\"Yes. It's their winter.\"\n\n\n \"I did have an idea,\" said Bal.\n \"What about going down as supernatural\n beings?\"", "\"I can guess,\" said Ethaniel,\n who had spoken first. \"The place\n is a complete mess. They've never\n done anything except fight\n each other—and invent better\n weapons.\"", "\"It did. I don't know why, but\n it did,\" said Bal. \"Anyway, this\n agreement they made isn't the\n best but I think it will keep them\n from destroying themselves.\"", "\"What can I say?\" said Bal.\n \"I suppose we can stop and look\n them over. We're not committing\n ourselves by looking.\"", "\"I'm doing it,\" said Bal. \"Just\n give them a little time and they\n won't be here to remind me that\n I have a conscience.\"", "\"If we're lucky they'll think\n that.\"\nBal looked out of the port at\n the planet below. \"It's going to", "\"That's thinking,\" said Bal,\n moving to the controls. \"I'll move\n the ship over where they can see\n it best and then I'll light it up.\n I'll really light it up.\"", "\"A very long time. There's\n nothing in this region of space\n our people want,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"And how long can Earth last?\n Ten years? Even ten months?\n The tension is building by the\n hour.\"", "\"It's not what they've done,\"\n said Bal, the second alien. \"It's\n what they're going to do, with\n that big bomb.\"", "\"My memory isn't convenient,\"\n said Ethaniel. \"I ask you\n to look at them.\"\nBal rustled, flicking the screen", "\"If we could I'd be all for it.\n But these people are rough and\n desperate. They wouldn't be\n fooled by anything that crude.\"\n\n\n \"Well, you're calling it,\" said\n Bal.", "\"It's as much as we can expect,\"\n said Ethaniel. \"They may\n have small wars after this, but\n never the big one. In fifty or a\n hundred years we can come back\n and see how much they've\n learned.\"", "\"Too bad,\" said Bal. \"We'll\n just have to forget there ever\n was such a planet as Earth.\"\n\n\n \"Could you? Forget so many\n people?\"", "\"It could, and the missiles\n make it worse,\" said Bal. \"What\n did you find out at your end?\"\n\n\n \"Nothing worthwhile. I was\n looking at the people while you\n were investigating their weapons.\"", "\"They may be unfriendly,\"\n Ethaniel acknowledged. Now he\n switched a monitor screen until\n he looked at the slope of a mountain.", "\"Me too, but mostly I'm cold,\"\n said Bal, shivering. \"Snow.\n Nothing but snow wherever I\n went. Miserable climate. And yet\n you had me go out walking after\n that first day.\"" ], [ "\"A flat yes or no,\" said Bal.\n\n\n \"No. We can't help them,\" said\n Ethaniel. \"There is nothing we\n can do for them—but we have to\n try.\"", "\"A very long time. There's\n nothing in this region of space\n our people want,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"And how long can Earth last?\n Ten years? Even ten months?\n The tension is building by the\n hour.\"", "\"It's not we who need help, but\n the people of Earth,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"See you in five days.\" With", "\"I haven't thought of anything\n brilliant,\" said Ethaniel.\n\n\n \"Nor I,\" said Bal. \"We're going\n to have to go down there\n cold. And it will be cold.\"", "\"The more reason for stopping,\"\n said Ethaniel. \"The big\n bomb can destroy them. Without\n our help they may do just that.\"", "\"I'm doing it,\" said Bal. \"Just\n give them a little time and they\n won't be here to remind me that\n I have a conscience.\"", "\"It did. I don't know why, but\n it did,\" said Bal. \"Anyway, this\n agreement they made isn't the\n best but I think it will keep them\n from destroying themselves.\"", "\"It's not what they've done,\"\n said Bal, the second alien. \"It's\n what they're going to do, with\n that big bomb.\"", "\"That's thinking,\" said Bal,\n moving to the controls. \"I'll move\n the ship over where they can see\n it best and then I'll light it up.\n I'll really light it up.\"", "\"A week,\" said Ethaniel. \"We\n can spare a week and still get\n there on time.\"", "\"If we're lucky they'll think\n that.\"\nBal looked out of the port at\n the planet below. \"It's going to", "\"Hardly,\" said Ethaniel. \"A\n hundred years ago it might have\n worked. Today they have satellites.\n They are not primitives.\"", "\"A week?\" said Bal. \"To settle\n their problems? They've had two\n world wars in one generation\n and that the third and final one\n is coming up you can't help feeling\n in everything they do.\"", "\"It's as much as we can expect,\"\n said Ethaniel. \"They may\n have small wars after this, but\n never the big one. In fifty or a\n hundred years we can come back\n and see how much they've\n learned.\"", "\"All right,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"You take one side and I the\n other. We'll tell them bluntly", "\"Too bad,\" said Bal. \"We'll\n just have to forget there ever\n was such a planet as Earth.\"\n\n\n \"Could you? Forget so many\n people?\"", "\"I can guess,\" said Ethaniel,\n who had spoken first. \"The place\n is a complete mess. They've never\n done anything except fight\n each other—and invent better\n weapons.\"", "\"Tough,\" said Bal. \"Nothing\n we can do about it.\"\n\n\n \"There is. We can give them\n a week.\"", "\"I may remind you that in two\n months twenty-nine days we're\n due in Willafours,\" said Bal.\n \"Without looking at the charts\n I can tell you we still have more\n than a hundred light-years to\n go.\"", "what they'll have to do if they're\n going to survive, how they can\n keep their planet in one piece so\n they can live on it.\"" ], [ "The course of the ship changed\n slightly; it was not much out of\n the way to swing nearer Earth.\n For days the two within the ship\n listened and watched with little\n comment. They had to decide\n soon.", "They went much closer to\n Earth, not intending to commit\n themselves. For a day they circled\n the planet, avoiding radar", "And the ship circled on,\n bright, shining, seeming to be a\n little piece clipped from the center\n of a star and brought near\n Earth to illuminate it. Never, or\n seldom, had Earth seen anything\n like it.", "safe to do so, Bal left in another\n craft, heading for the other side\n of the planet.\nAnd the spaceship circled\n Earth, unmanned, blazing and", "\"Don't worry about that.\n They'll see it. Everybody on\n Earth will see it.\" Later, with the", "\"That's thinking,\" said Bal,\n moving to the controls. \"I'll move\n the ship over where they can see\n it best and then I'll light it up.\n I'll really light it up.\"", "the ship moved much closer to\n Earth. They no longer needed instruments\n to see it. The planet\n revolved outside the visionports.\n The southern plains were green,", "\"A very long time. There's\n nothing in this region of space\n our people want,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"And how long can Earth last?\n Ten years? Even ten months?\n The tension is building by the\n hour.\"", "that left the Earth with a wing and a prayer.\nEarth\n was so far away that\n it wasn't visible. Even the\n sun was only a twinkle. But this", "\"They can't imagine that we'd\n light up an unmanned ship,\" said\n Ethaniel. \"Even if the thought", "that he entered a small landing\n craft, which left a faintly luminescent\n trail as it plunged toward\n Earth. As soon as it was", "\"Hardly,\" said Ethaniel. \"A\n hundred years ago it might have\n worked. Today they have satellites.\n They are not primitives.\"", "\"It's not we who need help, but\n the people of Earth,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"See you in five days.\" With", "\"None. We leave the ship here\n and go down in separate landing\n craft. You can talk with me any\n time you want to through our\n communications, but don't unless\n you have to.\"", "In five days the two small landing\n craft that had left it arched\n up from Earth and joined the\n orbit of the large ship. The two", "ship in position, glowing against\n the darkness of space, pulsating\n with light, Bal said: \"You know,\n I feel better about this. We may", "\"If we're lucky they'll think\n that.\"\nBal looked out of the port at\n the planet below. \"It's going to", "should occur to them they'll have\n no way of checking it. Also, they\n won't be eager to harm us with\n our ship shining down on them.\"", "\"You ought to know. You're\n running this one.\" Bal looked\n down at the planet. Clouds were\n beginning to form at the twilight\n edge. \"I hate to go down\n and leave the ship up here with\n no one in it.\"", "\"That's not very close. I'd like\n it better if there were someone\n in the ship to bring it down in a" ], [ "\"It's not we who need help, but\n the people of Earth,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"See you in five days.\" With", "\"It's not what they've done,\"\n said Bal, the second alien. \"It's\n what they're going to do, with\n that big bomb.\"", "\"It's as much as we can expect,\"\n said Ethaniel. \"They may\n have small wars after this, but\n never the big one. In fifty or a\n hundred years we can come back\n and see how much they've\n learned.\"", "\"Don't worry about that.\n They'll see it. Everybody on\n Earth will see it.\" Later, with the", "\"That's thinking,\" said Bal,\n moving to the controls. \"I'll move\n the ship over where they can see\n it best and then I'll light it up.\n I'll really light it up.\"", "what they'll have to do if they're\n going to survive, how they can\n keep their planet in one piece so\n they can live on it.\"", "\"A very long time. There's\n nothing in this region of space\n our people want,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"And how long can Earth last?\n Ten years? Even ten months?\n The tension is building by the\n hour.\"", "\"If we're lucky they'll think\n that.\"\nBal looked out of the port at\n the planet below. \"It's going to", "\"It did. I don't know why, but\n it did,\" said Bal. \"Anyway, this\n agreement they made isn't the\n best but I think it will keep them\n from destroying themselves.\"", "small craft slid inside the large\n one and doors closed behind\n them. In a short time the aliens\n met again.", "They went much closer to\n Earth, not intending to commit\n themselves. For a day they circled\n the planet, avoiding radar", "\"The more reason for stopping,\"\n said Ethaniel. \"The big\n bomb can destroy them. Without\n our help they may do just that.\"", "The course of the ship changed\n slightly; it was not much out of\n the way to swing nearer Earth.\n For days the two within the ship\n listened and watched with little\n comment. They had to decide\n soon.", "\"We did it,\" said Bal exultantly\n as he came in. \"I don't know\n how we did it and I thought we\n were going to fail but at the last\n minute they came through.\"", "safe to do so, Bal left in another\n craft, heading for the other side\n of the planet.\nAnd the spaceship circled\n Earth, unmanned, blazing and", "ship in position, glowing against\n the darkness of space, pulsating\n with light, Bal said: \"You know,\n I feel better about this. We may", "hurry if things get rough. They\n don't think much of each other.\n I don't imagine they'll like aliens\n any better.\"", "\"We've got to make or break,\"\n said the first alien.\n\n\n \"You know what I'm in favor\n of,\" said the second.", "\"None. We leave the ship here\n and go down in separate landing\n craft. You can talk with me any\n time you want to through our\n communications, but don't unless\n you have to.\"", "the ship moved much closer to\n Earth. They no longer needed instruments\n to see it. The planet\n revolved outside the visionports.\n The southern plains were green," ] ]

[ "Which two terms, respectively, most accurately describe Phil's and Mary's sentiments about Phil becoming a space pilot?", "How might the story's conclusion have differed if Phil, in the beginning of the story, had agreed to Mary's wish?", "What term best describes Phil's personality change from the introduction of the story to the conclusion?", "How does the author characterize the mood of the pre-launch location, prior to Phil's arrival?", "How does Phil respond to Mary's concerns regarding the space mission?", "What is most ironic about the conclusion of the story?", "What is the general's primary concern regarding the leader of the mission?", "Which of the following best serves as a metaphor for Phil and Mary's relationship, by the end of the story?", "What best represents the theme of the story?" ]

[ [ "Adamant; ambivalent", "Open-minded; resentful", "Content; reluctant", "Enthusiastic; resistant" ], [ "The conclusion would likely not have differed -- Phil would lose his sense of purpose and thus his vitality in a relationship", "Phil would have agreed to Mary's wishes, but left to go on the mission without telling here", "Phil would eventually come to accept Mary's fear and let go of his dream to go to the moon", "Phil would have tried to keep a positive attitude and wait his turn for the next mission" ], [ "Distressed", "Delirious", "Despondent", "Deflated" ], [ "Apprehensive", "Monotonous", "Frightening", "Energized" ], [ "He strives to communicate that he should not have to choose between his relationship and his lifelong passion", "He lovingly teases her about her emotions, but ultimately them as unfounded and hyperbolic", "He tries to present reassuring evidence and be honest about his fears if he is not allowed to fulfill the mission", "He insists that she trusts in his competency and readiness for the mission at hand" ], [ "While Sammy is the least qualified to go into space, he was the only replacement for Phil", "Everything that used to give Phil joy will now represent pain and suffering", "Mary's fear of losing Phil became a self-fulfilling prophecy", "Phil trained all of his life for one moment, and gave it all up within the period of one day" ], [ "Exceptional leadership skills", "Strongest intellectual quotient", "Peak body and brain function", "Unwavering belief in the mission" ], [ "Mary's cigarette burned down too far", "The new, government-built town", "The barbed wire fence", "The broken zipper on Phil's space suit" ], [ "Compromise is essential to long-lasting, happy successful relationships", "It is better to be honest about something bothering you than to withhold it and possibly cause a shared goal to fail", "Keeping one's family happy and intact is ultimately more important than any personal or professional goal", "Rigid thinking and ultimatums in relationships rarely result in desired outcomes" ] ]

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[ [ "\"Mary, you know I can't back out now. How could I? It's been three\n years. You know how much I've wanted to be the first man to go. Nothing", "\"Yes, you did. I told you how I felt. I told you I could never be the\n wife of a space pilot. But I don't think I ever really believed it was", "\"Yes, good luck, Phil,\" she said. He opened the car door and got out.\n The noise of men and machines scurrying around the ship broke the spell\n of the rocket waiting silently for flight.", "\"Phil! Oh, Phil.\" She held tightly to him and repeated his name over and\n over.\n\n\n \"They wouldn't let me go, Mary,\" he said finally. \"The general would not\n let me go.\"", "connected with the take-off. They were seated now in a semicircle in\n front of a huge chart of the solar system. Phil took his seat, and the", "\"I wish you had told me this a long time ago, Mary,\" Phil said. His\n voice was dry and low. \"I didn't know you felt this way about it.\"", "again. I'd like to be going. It's a thrilling thought—man's first\n adventure into the universe. You're lighting a new dawn of history,", "what she wanted.\nPhil Conover pulled the zipper of his flight suit up the front of his\n long, thin body and came into the living room. His face, usually serious", "wife. Can't he go? They'd understand, Phil. Please!\" She was holding his\n arms tightly with her hands, and the color had drained from her cheeks.", "\"On the contrary, colonel. I'm very proud to meet you. I've been looking\n at that ship out there and wondering. I almost wish I were a young man", "rocket to the Moon lifted up and up to the sky.\nFor a long time after the rocket had become a tiny speck of light in the\n heavens, she stood holding her face in her hands and crying softly to", "man ever had the chance to do what I'm going to do tonight—no man ever.\n If I backed out now for any reason, I'd never be able to look at the sky\n again. I'd be through.\"", "the ring of lights and moving men, on the edge of the field, Mary stood.\n Her hands moved slowly over the top of the fence, twisting the barbs of\n wire. But her eyes were on the ship.", "\"Hello, Phil. We were beginning to think you weren't coming. You all\n set, son?\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir, I'm all set, I guess,\" Phil said.", "\"Yes, I think so. Yes, I'm sure you did,\" she said, finishing the\n ritual; but her voice broke, and she turned her head away. Phil sat\n beside her and put his arm around her small shoulders. He had stopped\n smiling.", "and now the men were checking again, on their own time. The thing they\n had worked toward for six years was ready to happen, and each one felt\n that he was sending just a little bit of himself into the sky. Beyond", "\"Mary, listen to me,\" he said. \"It isn't a dream. It's real. There's\n nothing means anything more to me than you do—you know that. But no", "\"Phil,\" the general said, and took him aside.\n\n\n \"Sir?\"\n\n\n \"Phil, you're ... you feel all right, don't you, son?\"", "last minute briefing began. It was a routine he knew by heart. He had\n gone over and over it a thousand times, and he only half listened now.\n He kept thinking of Mary outside, alone by the fence.", "Phil asked a few questions about weather and solar conditions. And then\n the session was done. They rose and looked at each other, the same\n unanswered questions on each man's face. There were forced smiles and\n handshakes. They were ready now." ], [ "\"I wish you had told me this a long time ago, Mary,\" Phil said. His\n voice was dry and low. \"I didn't know you felt this way about it.\"", "\"Phil! Oh, Phil.\" She held tightly to him and repeated his name over and\n over.\n\n\n \"They wouldn't let me go, Mary,\" he said finally. \"The general would not\n let me go.\"", "\"Yes, I think so. Yes, I'm sure you did,\" she said, finishing the\n ritual; but her voice broke, and she turned her head away. Phil sat\n beside her and put his arm around her small shoulders. He had stopped\n smiling.", "\"You're right, Mary,\" he said. His voice was low—so low she could\n hardly hear him. \"It doesn't matter. Nothing matters now.\" He stood with", "wife. Can't he go? They'd understand, Phil. Please!\" She was holding his\n arms tightly with her hands, and the color had drained from her cheeks.", "\"No, I've never seen her before,\" she said. \"Hadn't you better go?\" Her\n voice was strained and she held her hands closed tightly in her lap.\n \"Please go now, Phil,\" she said.", "life. It isn't the kind of life I bargained for. No matter how much I\n love you, I just couldn't take that, Phil. I'm sorry. I guess I'm not", "his hands at his sides, watching her. And then turned away and walked\n toward the car.\nTHE END", "last minute briefing began. It was a routine he knew by heart. He had\n gone over and over it a thousand times, and he only half listened now.\n He kept thinking of Mary outside, alone by the fence.", "\"Mary, listen to me,\" he said. \"It isn't a dream. It's real. There's\n nothing means anything more to me than you do—you know that. But no", "far. She said, \"You look fine, Phil. You look just right.\" She managed a\n smile. Then she leaned forward and crushed the cigarette in the ash\n tray on the maple coffee table and took another from the pack.", "She looked at him. His face was drawn tight, and there were tears on his\n cheeks. \"Thank, God,\" she said. \"It doesn't matter, darling. The only\n thing that matters is you didn't go.\"", "what she wanted.\nPhil Conover pulled the zipper of his flight suit up the front of his\n long, thin body and came into the living room. His face, usually serious", "Mary waved to him. \"Good-by,\" she said to herself, but the words stuck\n tight in her throat.", "would ever be right with me again if I didn't go. Please don't make it\n hard.\" He stopped talking and held her to him and stroked the back of", "\"Hello, Phil. We were beginning to think you weren't coming. You all\n set, son?\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir, I'm all set, I guess,\" Phil said.", "\"Yes, you did. I told you how I felt. I told you I could never be the\n wife of a space pilot. But I don't think I ever really believed it was", "She finished and took another cigarette from the pack on the coffee\n table and put it to her lips. Her hand was trembling as she touched the\n lighter to the end of the cigarette and drew deeply. Phil stood watching\n her, the excitement completely gone from his eyes.", "waved to him, but he didn't smile. Phil wanted to talk to him, to say\n something; but there was nothing to be said now. Sammy's turn would come\n later.", "\"Phil,\" the general said, and took him aside.\n\n\n \"Sir?\"\n\n\n \"Phil, you're ... you feel all right, don't you, son?\"" ], [ "\"Yes, I think so. Yes, I'm sure you did,\" she said, finishing the\n ritual; but her voice broke, and she turned her head away. Phil sat\n beside her and put his arm around her small shoulders. He had stopped\n smiling.", "far. She said, \"You look fine, Phil. You look just right.\" She managed a\n smile. Then she leaned forward and crushed the cigarette in the ash\n tray on the maple coffee table and took another from the pack.", "\"Phil, I've spent nearly every day with you for three years. I know you\n better than I know myself in many ways. And I've studied the", "\"Phil,\" the general said, and took him aside.\n\n\n \"Sir?\"\n\n\n \"Phil, you're ... you feel all right, don't you, son?\"", "\"Hello, Phil. We were beginning to think you weren't coming. You all\n set, son?\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir, I'm all set, I guess,\" Phil said.", "what she wanted.\nPhil Conover pulled the zipper of his flight suit up the front of his\n long, thin body and came into the living room. His face, usually serious", "Phil had worn earlier. When he came into the room, the noise and bustle\n stopped. They turned as one man toward him, and General Small came up to\n him and took his hand.", "\"No, I've never seen her before,\" she said. \"Hadn't you better go?\" Her\n voice was strained and she held her hands closed tightly in her lap.\n \"Please go now, Phil,\" she said.", "his hands at his sides, watching her. And then turned away and walked\n toward the car.\nTHE END", "\"Phil, if there is anything—anything at all—you know what it might\n mean. You've got to be in the best mental and physical condition of your", "She finished and took another cigarette from the pack on the coffee\n table and put it to her lips. Her hand was trembling as she touched the\n lighter to the end of the cigarette and drew deeply. Phil stood watching\n her, the excitement completely gone from his eyes.", "\"No, sir. There's nothing wrong,\" Phil said, but his voice didn't carry\n conviction. He reached for a cigarette.", "wife. Can't he go? They'd understand, Phil. Please!\" She was holding his\n arms tightly with her hands, and the color had drained from her cheeks.", "life. It isn't the kind of life I bargained for. No matter how much I\n love you, I just couldn't take that, Phil. I'm sorry. I guess I'm not", "\"I wish you had told me this a long time ago, Mary,\" Phil said. His\n voice was dry and low. \"I didn't know you felt this way about it.\"", "waved to him, but he didn't smile. Phil wanted to talk to him, to say\n something; but there was nothing to be said now. Sammy's turn would come\n later.", "\"You're right, Mary,\" he said. His voice was low—so low she could\n hardly hear him. \"It doesn't matter. Nothing matters now.\" He stood with", "psychologist's reports on you carefully. Maybe it's just nervousness,\n Phil, but I think there's something wrong. Is there?\"", "\"Phil! Oh, Phil.\" She held tightly to him and repeated his name over and\n over.\n\n\n \"They wouldn't let me go, Mary,\" he said finally. \"The general would not\n let me go.\"", "\"Yes, good luck, Phil,\" she said. He opened the car door and got out.\n The noise of men and machines scurrying around the ship broke the spell\n of the rocket waiting silently for flight." ], [ "\"Yes, good luck, Phil,\" she said. He opened the car door and got out.\n The noise of men and machines scurrying around the ship broke the spell\n of the rocket waiting silently for flight.", "Phil turned the car off the highway onto the rutted dirt road that led\n across the sand to the field where the ship waited. In the distance they", "\"Hello, Phil. We were beginning to think you weren't coming. You all\n set, son?\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir, I'm all set, I guess,\" Phil said.", "connected with the take-off. They were seated now in a semicircle in\n front of a huge chart of the solar system. Phil took his seat, and the", "Outside, the take-off zone crawled with men and machines at the base of\n the rocket. For ten hours, the final check-outs had been in progress;", "existed only because of the huge ship standing poised in the take-off\n zone five miles away in the desert. Its future as a town rested with the\n ship, and the town seemed to feel the uncertainty of its future, seemed", "Inside the building it was like a locker room before the big game. The\n tension stood alone, and each man had the same happy, excited look that", "Phil asked a few questions about weather and solar conditions. And then\n the session was done. They rose and looked at each other, the same\n unanswered questions on each man's face. There were forced smiles and\n handshakes. They were ready now.", "what she wanted.\nPhil Conover pulled the zipper of his flight suit up the front of his\n long, thin body and came into the living room. His face, usually serious", "into their machines and drove back outside the take-off zone. And,\n alone, one man climbed the steel ladder up the side of the", "and now the men were checking again, on their own time. The thing they\n had worked toward for six years was ready to happen, and each one felt\n that he was sending just a little bit of himself into the sky. Beyond", "Phil had worn earlier. When he came into the room, the noise and bustle\n stopped. They turned as one man toward him, and General Small came up to\n him and took his hand.", "The general took Phil's arm and they walked to the briefing room. There\n were chairs set up for the scientists and Air Force officers directly", "and he parked near the low barbed fence ringing the take-off zone. He\n turned off the ignition, and sat quietly for a moment before lighting a\n cigarette. Then he looked at his wife. She was staring through the", "The small group at the base of the ship turned and walked back to the\n fence. And for an eternity the great ship stood alone, waiting. Then,", "the ring of lights and moving men, on the edge of the field, Mary stood.\n Her hands moved slowly over the top of the fence, twisting the barbs of\n wire. But her eyes were on the ship.", "\"No, sir. There's nothing wrong,\" Phil said, but his voice didn't carry\n conviction. He reached for a cigarette.", "waved to him, but he didn't smile. Phil wanted to talk to him, to say\n something; but there was nothing to be said now. Sammy's turn would come\n later.", "\"Thanks, sergeant. I'll be seeing you next week,\" Phil said, and smiled.\n They drove between the rows of wooden buildings that lined the field,", "guard. He read Phil's pass, shined his flashlight in their faces, and\n then saluted. \"Good luck, colonel,\" he said, and shook Phil's hand." ], [ "\"Mary, you know I can't back out now. How could I? It's been three\n years. You know how much I've wanted to be the first man to go. Nothing", "\"Yes, good luck, Phil,\" she said. He opened the car door and got out.\n The noise of men and machines scurrying around the ship broke the spell\n of the rocket waiting silently for flight.", "\"Yes, you did. I told you how I felt. I told you I could never be the\n wife of a space pilot. But I don't think I ever really believed it was", "\"I wish you had told me this a long time ago, Mary,\" Phil said. His\n voice was dry and low. \"I didn't know you felt this way about it.\"", "\"Phil! Oh, Phil.\" She held tightly to him and repeated his name over and\n over.\n\n\n \"They wouldn't let me go, Mary,\" he said finally. \"The general would not\n let me go.\"", "\"Yes, I think so. Yes, I'm sure you did,\" she said, finishing the\n ritual; but her voice broke, and she turned her head away. Phil sat\n beside her and put his arm around her small shoulders. He had stopped\n smiling.", "Phil asked a few questions about weather and solar conditions. And then\n the session was done. They rose and looked at each other, the same\n unanswered questions on each man's face. There were forced smiles and\n handshakes. They were ready now.", "wife. Can't he go? They'd understand, Phil. Please!\" She was holding his\n arms tightly with her hands, and the color had drained from her cheeks.", "connected with the take-off. They were seated now in a semicircle in\n front of a huge chart of the solar system. Phil took his seat, and the", "\"Mary, listen to me,\" he said. \"It isn't a dream. It's real. There's\n nothing means anything more to me than you do—you know that. But no", "\"No, I've never seen her before,\" she said. \"Hadn't you better go?\" Her\n voice was strained and she held her hands closed tightly in her lap.\n \"Please go now, Phil,\" she said.", "\"You're right, Mary,\" he said. His voice was low—so low she could\n hardly hear him. \"It doesn't matter. Nothing matters now.\" He stood with", "last minute briefing began. It was a routine he knew by heart. He had\n gone over and over it a thousand times, and he only half listened now.\n He kept thinking of Mary outside, alone by the fence.", "\"Hello, Phil. We were beginning to think you weren't coming. You all\n set, son?\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir, I'm all set, I guess,\" Phil said.", "what she wanted.\nPhil Conover pulled the zipper of his flight suit up the front of his\n long, thin body and came into the living room. His face, usually serious", "\"Phil,\" the general said, and took him aside.\n\n\n \"Sir?\"\n\n\n \"Phil, you're ... you feel all right, don't you, son?\"", "\"No, sir. There's nothing wrong,\" Phil said, but his voice didn't carry\n conviction. He reached for a cigarette.", "the ring of lights and moving men, on the edge of the field, Mary stood.\n Her hands moved slowly over the top of the fence, twisting the barbs of\n wire. But her eyes were on the ship.", "again. I'd like to be going. It's a thrilling thought—man's first\n adventure into the universe. You're lighting a new dawn of history,", "\"... And orbit at 18,000-mph. You will then accelerate for the breakaway\n to 24,900-mph for five minutes and then free-coast for 116 hours\n until—\"" ], [ "his hands at his sides, watching her. And then turned away and walked\n toward the car.\nTHE END", "\"Yes, I think so. Yes, I'm sure you did,\" she said, finishing the\n ritual; but her voice broke, and she turned her head away. Phil sat\n beside her and put his arm around her small shoulders. He had stopped\n smiling.", "\"You're right, Mary,\" he said. His voice was low—so low she could\n hardly hear him. \"It doesn't matter. Nothing matters now.\" He stood with", "She looked at him. His face was drawn tight, and there were tears on his\n cheeks. \"Thank, God,\" she said. \"It doesn't matter, darling. The only\n thing that matters is you didn't go.\"", "The small group at the base of the ship turned and walked back to the\n fence. And for an eternity the great ship stood alone, waiting. Then,", "last minute briefing began. It was a routine he knew by heart. He had\n gone over and over it a thousand times, and he only half listened now.\n He kept thinking of Mary outside, alone by the fence.", "\"Honey, look at me,\" he said. \"It isn't going to be bad. Honestly it\n isn't. We know exactly how it will be. If anything could go wrong, they", "He leaned toward her and touched her cheek. Then she was in his arms,\n her head buried against his shoulder.\n\n\n \"Good-by, darling,\" she said.", "what she wanted.\nPhil Conover pulled the zipper of his flight suit up the front of his\n long, thin body and came into the living room. His face, usually serious", "\"Yes, you did. I told you how I felt. I told you I could never be the\n wife of a space pilot. But I don't think I ever really believed it was", "\"No, I've never seen her before,\" she said. \"Hadn't you better go?\" Her\n voice was strained and she held her hands closed tightly in her lap.\n \"Please go now, Phil,\" she said.", "far. She said, \"You look fine, Phil. You look just right.\" She managed a\n smile. Then she leaned forward and crushed the cigarette in the ash\n tray on the maple coffee table and took another from the pack.", "\"Let's go, if you're still going,\" she finally said.\nThey drove through the streets of the small town with its small", "She finished and took another cigarette from the pack on the coffee\n table and put it to her lips. Her hand was trembling as she touched the\n lighter to the end of the cigarette and drew deeply. Phil stood watching\n her, the excitement completely gone from his eyes.", "colonel. It's a privilege few men have ever had; and those who have had\n it didn't realize it at the time. Good luck, and God be with you.\"", "\"On the contrary, colonel. I'm very proud to meet you. I've been looking\n at that ship out there and wondering. I almost wish I were a young man", "life tonight. You know better than any man here what that means to our\n success. I think there is something more than just natural apprehension\n wrong with you. Want to tell me?\"", "\"Phil,\" the general said, and took him aside.\n\n\n \"Sir?\"\n\n\n \"Phil, you're ... you feel all right, don't you, son?\"", "and he parked near the low barbed fence ringing the take-off zone. He\n turned off the ignition, and sat quietly for a moment before lighting a\n cigarette. Then he looked at his wife. She was staring through the", "\"No, sir. There's nothing wrong,\" Phil said, but his voice didn't carry\n conviction. He reached for a cigarette." ], [ "\"Phil,\" the general said, and took him aside.\n\n\n \"Sir?\"\n\n\n \"Phil, you're ... you feel all right, don't you, son?\"", "\"Mr. Secretary,\" the general said, \"this is Colonel Conover. He'll be\n the first man in history to see the other side of the Moon. Colonel—the\n Secretary of Defense.\"", "The general took Phil's arm and they walked to the briefing room. There\n were chairs set up for the scientists and Air Force officers directly", "life tonight. You know better than any man here what that means to our\n success. I think there is something more than just natural apprehension\n wrong with you. Want to tell me?\"", "\"Phil! Oh, Phil.\" She held tightly to him and repeated his name over and\n over.\n\n\n \"They wouldn't let me go, Mary,\" he said finally. \"The general would not\n let me go.\"", "last minute briefing began. It was a routine he knew by heart. He had\n gone over and over it a thousand times, and he only half listened now.\n He kept thinking of Mary outside, alone by the fence.", "guard. He read Phil's pass, shined his flashlight in their faces, and\n then saluted. \"Good luck, colonel,\" he said, and shook Phil's hand.", "Phil had worn earlier. When he came into the room, the noise and bustle\n stopped. They turned as one man toward him, and General Small came up to\n him and took his hand.", "and now the men were checking again, on their own time. The thing they\n had worked toward for six years was ready to happen, and each one felt\n that he was sending just a little bit of himself into the sky. Beyond", "Phil asked a few questions about weather and solar conditions. And then\n the session was done. They rose and looked at each other, the same\n unanswered questions on each man's face. There were forced smiles and\n handshakes. They were ready now.", "colonel. It's a privilege few men have ever had; and those who have had\n it didn't realize it at the time. Good luck, and God be with you.\"", "\"Honey, look at me,\" he said. \"It isn't going to be bad. Honestly it\n isn't. We know exactly how it will be. If anything could go wrong, they", "into their machines and drove back outside the take-off zone. And,\n alone, one man climbed the steel ladder up the side of the", "\"On the contrary, colonel. I'm very proud to meet you. I've been looking\n at that ship out there and wondering. I almost wish I were a young man", "what she wanted.\nPhil Conover pulled the zipper of his flight suit up the front of his\n long, thin body and came into the living room. His face, usually serious", "\"Mary, you know I can't back out now. How could I? It's been three\n years. You know how much I've wanted to be the first man to go. Nothing", "\"Hello, Phil. We were beginning to think you weren't coming. You all\n set, son?\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir, I'm all set, I guess,\" Phil said.", "existed only because of the huge ship standing poised in the take-off\n zone five miles away in the desert. Its future as a town rested with the\n ship, and the town seemed to feel the uncertainty of its future, seemed", "man ever had the chance to do what I'm going to do tonight—no man ever.\n If I backed out now for any reason, I'd never be able to look at the sky\n again. I'd be through.\"", "possible—not until this morning when you said tonight was the take-off.\n It's so stupid to jeopardize everything we've got for a ridiculous\n dream!\"" ], [ "\"You're right, Mary,\" he said. His voice was low—so low she could\n hardly hear him. \"It doesn't matter. Nothing matters now.\" He stood with", "\"Yes, I think so. Yes, I'm sure you did,\" she said, finishing the\n ritual; but her voice broke, and she turned her head away. Phil sat\n beside her and put his arm around her small shoulders. He had stopped\n smiling.", "\"I wish you had told me this a long time ago, Mary,\" Phil said. His\n voice was dry and low. \"I didn't know you felt this way about it.\"", "\"Phil! Oh, Phil.\" She held tightly to him and repeated his name over and\n over.\n\n\n \"They wouldn't let me go, Mary,\" he said finally. \"The general would not\n let me go.\"", "far. She said, \"You look fine, Phil. You look just right.\" She managed a\n smile. Then she leaned forward and crushed the cigarette in the ash\n tray on the maple coffee table and took another from the pack.", "last minute briefing began. It was a routine he knew by heart. He had\n gone over and over it a thousand times, and he only half listened now.\n He kept thinking of Mary outside, alone by the fence.", "\"Mary, listen to me,\" he said. \"It isn't a dream. It's real. There's\n nothing means anything more to me than you do—you know that. But no", "wife. Can't he go? They'd understand, Phil. Please!\" She was holding his\n arms tightly with her hands, and the color had drained from her cheeks.", "\"No, I've never seen her before,\" she said. \"Hadn't you better go?\" Her\n voice was strained and she held her hands closed tightly in her lap.\n \"Please go now, Phil,\" she said.", "the ring of lights and moving men, on the edge of the field, Mary stood.\n Her hands moved slowly over the top of the fence, twisting the barbs of\n wire. But her eyes were on the ship.", "She finished and took another cigarette from the pack on the coffee\n table and put it to her lips. Her hand was trembling as she touched the\n lighter to the end of the cigarette and drew deeply. Phil stood watching\n her, the excitement completely gone from his eyes.", "his hands at his sides, watching her. And then turned away and walked\n toward the car.\nTHE END", "life. It isn't the kind of life I bargained for. No matter how much I\n love you, I just couldn't take that, Phil. I'm sorry. I guess I'm not", "Mary waved to him. \"Good-by,\" she said to herself, but the words stuck\n tight in her throat.", "what she wanted.\nPhil Conover pulled the zipper of his flight suit up the front of his\n long, thin body and came into the living room. His face, usually serious", "\"Yes, good luck, Phil,\" she said. He opened the car door and got out.\n The noise of men and machines scurrying around the ship broke the spell\n of the rocket waiting silently for flight.", "\"No, sir. There's nothing wrong,\" Phil said, but his voice didn't carry\n conviction. He reached for a cigarette.", "\"Phil, I've spent nearly every day with you for three years. I know you\n better than I know myself in many ways. And I've studied the", "He leaned toward her and touched her cheek. Then she was in his arms,\n her head buried against his shoulder.\n\n\n \"Good-by, darling,\" she said.", "She looked at him. His face was drawn tight, and there were tears on his\n cheeks. \"Thank, God,\" she said. \"It doesn't matter, darling. The only\n thing that matters is you didn't go.\"" ], [ "his hands at his sides, watching her. And then turned away and walked\n toward the car.\nTHE END", "The small group at the base of the ship turned and walked back to the\n fence. And for an eternity the great ship stood alone, waiting. Then,", "She looked at him. His face was drawn tight, and there were tears on his\n cheeks. \"Thank, God,\" she said. \"It doesn't matter, darling. The only\n thing that matters is you didn't go.\"", "\"Yes, I think so. Yes, I'm sure you did,\" she said, finishing the\n ritual; but her voice broke, and she turned her head away. Phil sat\n beside her and put his arm around her small shoulders. He had stopped\n smiling.", "far. She said, \"You look fine, Phil. You look just right.\" She managed a\n smile. Then she leaned forward and crushed the cigarette in the ash\n tray on the maple coffee table and took another from the pack.", "life tonight. You know better than any man here what that means to our\n success. I think there is something more than just natural apprehension\n wrong with you. Want to tell me?\"", "\"You're right, Mary,\" he said. His voice was low—so low she could\n hardly hear him. \"It doesn't matter. Nothing matters now.\" He stood with", "\"Yes, you did. I told you how I felt. I told you I could never be the\n wife of a space pilot. But I don't think I ever really believed it was", "\"Mary, listen to me,\" he said. \"It isn't a dream. It's real. There's\n nothing means anything more to me than you do—you know that. But no", "what she wanted.\nPhil Conover pulled the zipper of his flight suit up the front of his\n long, thin body and came into the living room. His face, usually serious", "last minute briefing began. It was a routine he knew by heart. He had\n gone over and over it a thousand times, and he only half listened now.\n He kept thinking of Mary outside, alone by the fence.", "and he parked near the low barbed fence ringing the take-off zone. He\n turned off the ignition, and sat quietly for a moment before lighting a\n cigarette. Then he looked at his wife. She was staring through the", "\"Phil, if there is anything—anything at all—you know what it might\n mean. You've got to be in the best mental and physical condition of your", "\"Let's go, if you're still going,\" she finally said.\nThey drove through the streets of the small town with its small", "\"Honey, look at me,\" he said. \"It isn't going to be bad. Honestly it\n isn't. We know exactly how it will be. If anything could go wrong, they", "man ever had the chance to do what I'm going to do tonight—no man ever.\n If I backed out now for any reason, I'd never be able to look at the sky\n again. I'd be through.\"", "\"On the contrary, colonel. I'm very proud to meet you. I've been looking\n at that ship out there and wondering. I almost wish I were a young man", "life. It isn't the kind of life I bargained for. No matter how much I\n love you, I just couldn't take that, Phil. I'm sorry. I guess I'm not", "rocket to the Moon lifted up and up to the sky.\nFor a long time after the rocket had become a tiny speck of light in the\n heavens, she stood holding her face in her hands and crying softly to", "the ring of lights and moving men, on the edge of the field, Mary stood.\n Her hands moved slowly over the top of the fence, twisting the barbs of\n wire. But her eyes were on the ship." ] ]

[ "What does Niemand intend to communicate through referencing the line from Julius Caesar?", "Which statement most accurately represents Niemand's beliefs toward humans and free will?", "Which term best describes Latham's tone in the interview?", "What is Niemand's tone toward the 'stress-and-strain of modern life' theory?", "In observing the sunspot-related disturbances, what pattern did Niemand notice? What pattern did Niemand notice of the disturbances? (daytime, strangers)", "Which decision was pivotal in moving the inquiry past the initial plateau?", "Based on Latham's interview with Niemand, what might a listener be able to predict?" ]

[ [ "Sunspot-related disturbances have been negatively impacting humans prior to the Roman empire", "We are more in control of our behavior than we think", "Sunspot-related disturbances have been negatively impacting humans prior to the Middle Ages", "We are not as in control of our behavior as we would like to think" ], [ "Some humans have more control over the impact of sunspot disturbances on their mental health than others", "All human desires are influenced, in some way, by the frequency and intensity of sunspots in any given time", "Humans have the free will to pursue their desires, which are in part influenced by external influences", "Humans have natural desires and the free will to pursue them" ], [ "Neutral", "Skeptical", "Pressing", "Perplexed" ], [ "Inconsistent", "Ambiguous", "Dismissive", "Vehement" ], [ "They occurred during the daytime and among complete strangers", "They occurred during the daytime and among peers or those with mutual contacts", "They occurred during the nighttime and among complete strangers", "They occurred during the nighttime and among peers or those with mutual contacts" ], [ "Rethinking Shakespeare's quote from Julius Caesar", "Collaborating with Middletown", "Noticing the specific time frames of the attacks", "Reaching out to Hillyard" ], [ "In the future, there will be an increase in the frequency and intensity of brutal disturbances on Earth", "There is not much time left before humans will destroy the planet as a result of their infighting", "In the future, the frequency and intensity of brutal disturbances on Earth will plateau", "In the future, there will be a decrease in the frequency and intensity of brutal disturbances on Earth" ] ]

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[ [ "NIEMAND. I'll try. Let's see ... remember that speech from \"Julius\n Caesar\" where Cassius is bewailing the evil times that beset ancient", "NIEMAND. Well, Shakespeare would have been nearer the truth if he had\n put it the other way around. \"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in", "Rome? I believe it went like this: \"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in\n our stars but in ourselves that we are underlings.\"", "NIEMAND. Nonsense. Men always make some flimsy excuse for going to war.\n The truth of the matter is that men go to war because they want to go", "NIEMAND. That is the logical outcome of our investigation. We are\n controlled and swayed by forces which in many cases we are powerless to\n resist.", "NIEMAND. A doctor must always do something for the patients who come to\n his office seeking help. First I gave them a thorough physical", "NIEMAND. That's right, in the Sun. I suppose the oldest problem in the\n world is the origin of human evil. Philosophers have wrestled with it", "implications are discussed here in an exclusive interview with Dr.\n Niemand by Philip Latham.\nLATHAM. Dr. Niemand, what would you say is your main job?", "NIEMAND. Naturally I said nothing of this to my patients. I did,\n however, take pains to impress upon them the necessity of keeping an", "NIEMAND. I was afraid the result would be that my old roommate would\n think I had gone completely crazy. Imagine my surprise and gratification", "NIEMAND. If you have a feeling of restlessness and anxiety, if you are\n unable to concentrate, if you feel suddenly depressed and discouraged", "NIEMAND. Perhaps I'd better go back to the beginning. Let me see.... It\n all started back in March, 1955, when I started getting patients", "NIEMAND. Total strangers miles apart were stricken at almost the same\n moment. At first I thought nothing of it but as my records accumulated I", "NIEMAND. Well, they're common enough, goodness knows. As old as the\n world, in fact. Yet strangely enough it's hard to describe them in exact\n terms.", "NIEMAND. Consider the record of history. There are occasional periods\n when conditions are fairly calm and peaceful. Art and industry", "NIEMAND. Middletown was immediately struck by the resemblance between\n the chart of mental disturbance and one he had been plotting over the", "LATHAM. Now, Dr. Niemand, I understand that you have been investigating\n solar and terrestrial relationships along rather unorthodox lines.\n\n\n NIEMAND. Yes, I suppose some people would say so.", "NIEMAND. I said that the lines drawn down through the days of greatest\n mental disturbance slanted slightly. On this second chart the squares", "NIEMAND. The first thing that struck me was that the attacks all\n occurred during the daytime, between the hours of about seven in the\n morning and five in the evening. Then there were these coincidences—", "NIEMAND. We say an attack is simultaneous when one occurred on the east\n coast, for example, not earlier or later than five minutes of an attack" ], [ "NIEMAND. That is the logical outcome of our investigation. We are\n controlled and swayed by forces which in many cases we are powerless to\n resist.", "NIEMAND. That's right, in the Sun. I suppose the oldest problem in the\n world is the origin of human evil. Philosophers have wrestled with it", "NIEMAND. Well, Shakespeare would have been nearer the truth if he had\n put it the other way around. \"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in", "NIEMAND. A doctor must always do something for the patients who come to\n his office seeking help. First I gave them a thorough physical", "NIEMAND. Nonsense. Men always make some flimsy excuse for going to war.\n The truth of the matter is that men go to war because they want to go", "implications are discussed here in an exclusive interview with Dr.\n Niemand by Philip Latham.\nLATHAM. Dr. Niemand, what would you say is your main job?", "NIEMAND. Well, they're common enough, goodness knows. As old as the\n world, in fact. Yet strangely enough it's hard to describe them in exact\n terms.", "NIEMAND. Perhaps I'd better go back to the beginning. Let me see.... It\n all started back in March, 1955, when I started getting patients", "NIEMAND. Naturally I said nothing of this to my patients. I did,\n however, take pains to impress upon them the necessity of keeping an", "NIEMAND. If you have a feeling of restlessness and anxiety, if you are\n unable to concentrate, if you feel suddenly depressed and discouraged", "NIEMAND. The first thing that struck me was that the attacks all\n occurred during the daytime, between the hours of about seven in the\n morning and five in the evening. Then there were these coincidences—", "NIEMAND. Total strangers miles apart were stricken at almost the same\n moment. At first I thought nothing of it but as my records accumulated I", "NIEMAND. I'll try. Let's see ... remember that speech from \"Julius\n Caesar\" where Cassius is bewailing the evil times that beset ancient", "NIEMAND. Our latest results indicate that probably\nno one\nis\n completely immune. All are affected in\nsome\ndegree. Just why some\n should be affected so much more than others is still a matter of\n speculation.", "NIEMAND. Consider the record of history. There are occasional periods\n when conditions are fairly calm and peaceful. Art and industry", "ever since the days of Job. And like Job they have usually given up in\n despair, convinced that the origin of evil is too deep for the human\n mind to solve. Generally they have concluded that man is inherently", "NIEMAND. It was the beginning. In most instances patients reported the\n attack struck with almost the impact of a physical blow. The prodromal", "NIEMAND. It certainly did. It looked as if we were headed back to the\n Middle Ages when astrology and medicine went hand in hand. But since it", "NIEMAND. I was afraid the result would be that my old roommate would\n think I had gone completely crazy. Imagine my surprise and gratification", "LATHAM. Now, Dr. Niemand, I understand that you have been investigating\n solar and terrestrial relationships along rather unorthodox lines.\n\n\n NIEMAND. Yes, I suppose some people would say so." ], [ "LATHAM. Aren't such attacks characteristic of the stress and strain of\n modern life?", "LATHAM. In what way?", "implications are discussed here in an exclusive interview with Dr.\n Niemand by Philip Latham.\nLATHAM. Dr. Niemand, what would you say is your main job?", "LATHAM. How was that?", "LATHAM. Just a minute. I would like to know how you define\n \"simultaneous.\"", "LATHAM. Now, Dr. Niemand, I understand that you have been investigating\n solar and terrestrial relationships along rather unorthodox lines.\n\n\n NIEMAND. Yes, I suppose some people would say so.", "LATHAM. How is that?", "LATHAM. And so you believe that the S-Regions are the cause of most of\n the present trouble in the world. That it is not ourselves but something\n outside ourselves—", "LATHAM. With what result?", "LATHAM. You have broken new ground?\n\n\n NIEMAND. That's true.\n\n\n LATHAM. In what way have your investigations differed from those of\n others?", "fear she would injure the children. I pored over these case histories\n for a long time getting absolutely nowhere. Then finally a pattern began\n to emerge.\nLATHAM. What sort of pattern?", "LATHAM. Those are broad, sweeping statements. Can't you be more\n specific?", "LATHAM. That must have had you badly puzzled at first.", "LATHAM. I'm afraid I don't see—", "LATHAM. Just what are these effects?", "LATHAM. What is your opinion of these correlations?\n\n\n NIEMAND. Pure bosh in most cases.\n\n\n LATHAM. But some are valid?", "LATHAM. What did you do?", "LATHAM. Coincidences?", "LATHAM. Why is that so important?", "LATHAM. And this gave you a clue?" ], [ "NIEMAND. I'm afraid that old stress-and-strain theory has been badly\n overworked. Been hearing about it ever since I was a pre-med student at", "implications are discussed here in an exclusive interview with Dr.\n Niemand by Philip Latham.\nLATHAM. Dr. Niemand, what would you say is your main job?", "NIEMAND. A doctor must always do something for the patients who come to\n his office seeking help. First I gave them a thorough physical", "NIEMAND. Naturally I said nothing of this to my patients. I did,\n however, take pains to impress upon them the necessity of keeping an", "NIEMAND. Well, Shakespeare would have been nearer the truth if he had\n put it the other way around. \"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in", "NIEMAND. If you have a feeling of restlessness and anxiety, if you are\n unable to concentrate, if you feel suddenly depressed and discouraged", "NIEMAND. That is the logical outcome of our investigation. We are\n controlled and swayed by forces which in many cases we are powerless to\n resist.", "NIEMAND. Perhaps I'd better go back to the beginning. Let me see.... It\n all started back in March, 1955, when I started getting patients", "LATHAM. Aren't such attacks characteristic of the stress and strain of\n modern life?", "NIEMAND. It is quite invisible to the eye but readily detected by\n suitable instrumental methods. It is extremely doubtful, however, if the\n radiation we detect is the actual cause of the disturbing effects\n observed.", "NIEMAND. Nonsense. Men always make some flimsy excuse for going to war.\n The truth of the matter is that men go to war because they want to go", "NIEMAND. Well, they're common enough, goodness knows. As old as the\n world, in fact. Yet strangely enough it's hard to describe them in exact\n terms.", "ucla\n . Even as a boy I can remember my grandfather deploring the stress\n and strain of modern life when he was a country doctor practicing in\n Indiana. In my opinion one of the most valuable contributions", "NIEMAND. Total strangers miles apart were stricken at almost the same\n moment. At first I thought nothing of it but as my records accumulated I", "NIEMAND. That's right, in the Sun. I suppose the oldest problem in the\n world is the origin of human evil. Philosophers have wrestled with it", "NIEMAND. It was the beginning. In most instances patients reported the\n attack struck with almost the impact of a physical blow. The prodromal", "NIEMAND. I was afraid the result would be that my old roommate would\n think I had gone completely crazy. Imagine my surprise and gratification", "NIEMAND. Our latest results indicate that probably\nno one\nis\n completely immune. All are affected in\nsome\ndegree. Just why some\n should be affected so much more than others is still a matter of\n speculation.", "LATHAM. What is your opinion of these correlations?\n\n\n NIEMAND. Pure bosh in most cases.\n\n\n LATHAM. But some are valid?", "NIEMAND. Consider the record of history. There are occasional periods\n when conditions are fairly calm and peaceful. Art and industry" ], [ "hours but this had not seemed especially significant. Here we had\n evidence pointing directly to the source of trouble. It must have some\n connection with the Sun.", "NIEMAND. The first thing that struck me was that the attacks all\n occurred during the daytime, between the hours of about seven in the\n morning and five in the evening. Then there were these coincidences—", "California without a corresponding attack in New York where the Sun had\n set. Dr. Hillyard and I had been searching desperately for a clue. We\n had both noticed that the attacks occurred only during the daylight", "NIEMAND. A few. There is unquestionably a correlation between\n sunspots and disturbances of the Earth's magnetic field ... radio\n fade-outs ... auroras ... things like that.", "NIEMAND. I think our biggest advance was the discovery that sunspots\n themselves are not the direct cause of the disturbances we have been", "NIEMAND. The number of spots on the Sun rises and falls in a cycle of\nabout\neleven years. That word\nabout\nmakes quite a difference.\n\n\n LATHAM. In what way?", "NIEMAND. No, no. The weather had nothing to do with it. I mean the Sun\n had to be above the horizon at both places. A person might undergo an", "NIEMAND. They are connected in this way: that sunspot activity and\n S-Region activity certainly go together. The more sunspots the more", "NIEMAND. Why, because twenty-seven days is about the synodic period of\n solar rotation. That is, if you see a large spot at the center of the", "NIEMAND. Total strangers miles apart were stricken at almost the same\n moment. At first I thought nothing of it but as my records accumulated I", "NIEMAND. Very closely. You see it takes about twelve days for an\n S-Region to pass across the face of the Sun, since the synodic rotation\n is twenty-seven point three days.", "years from his radio observations. Now when he compared the two charts\n the resemblance between the two was unmistakable. The pattern shown by\n the chart of mental disturbance corresponded in a striking way with the", "LATHAM. Now, Dr. Niemand, I understand that you have been investigating\n solar and terrestrial relationships along rather unorthodox lines.\n\n\n NIEMAND. Yes, I suppose some people would say so.", "LATHAM. Which was?\n\n\n NIEMAND. In every case of a simultaneous attack the Sun was shining at\n both New York and California.", "NIEMAND. I suppose you might say my main job today is to find out all I\n can between activity on the Sun and various forms of activity on the\n Earth.", "NIEMAND. I'm afraid I can't say just what a sunspot is. I can only\n describe it. A sunspot is a region on the Sun that is cooler than its", "NIEMAND. I said that the lines drawn down through the days of greatest\n mental disturbance slanted slightly. On this second chart the squares", "NIEMAND. It was really quite simple. But if it had not been for\n Middletown's experience in charting other solar phenomena it would never", "LATHAM. What do you mean by activity on the Sun?\n\n\n NIEMAND. Well, a sunspot is a form of solar activity.\n\n\n LATHAM. Just what is a sunspot?", "NIEMAND. The trouble is they seem to develop at random on the Sun. I'm\n afraid any warning system would be worse than useless. We would be\n crying WOLF! all the time." ], [ "was our only lead we had no other choice but to follow it regardless of\n the consequences. Here luck played somewhat of a part, for Hillyard\n happened to have a contact that proved invaluable to us. Several years", "LATHAM. You have broken new ground?\n\n\n NIEMAND. That's true.\n\n\n LATHAM. In what way have your investigations differed from those of\n others?", "flourished. Man at last seemed to be making progress toward some higher\n goal. Then suddenly—\nfor no detectable reason\n—conditions are", "fear she would injure the children. I pored over these case histories\n for a long time getting absolutely nowhere. Then finally a pattern began\n to emerge.\nLATHAM. What sort of pattern?", "will have to establish a clearing house in science instead of keeping it\n in tight little compartments as we do at present. Well, Hillyard and I\n packed up for Arizona with considerable misgivings. We were afraid", "hours but this had not seemed especially significant. Here we had\n evidence pointing directly to the source of trouble. It must have some\n connection with the Sun.", "became convinced it could not be attributed to chance. A mathematical\n analysis showed the number of coincidences followed a Poisson\n distribution very closely. I couldn't possibly see what daylight had to", "In the closing days of December, 1957, at the meeting of the American\n Association for the Advancement of Science in New York, Dr. Niemand", "on the west coast. That is about as close as you can hope to time a\n subjective effect of this nature. And now another fact emerged which\n gave us another clue.", "have occurred to us to do it. First, he laid out a series of about\n thirty squares horizontally across a sheet of graph paper. He dated", "intensity of the attacks reported on that day. Then he laid out another\n horizontal row below the first one dated twenty-seven days later. That", "California, which was as far as my practice extended. One day it\n occurred to me: if people a few miles apart could be stricken\n simultaneously, why not people hundreds or thousands of miles apart? It", "them all set down for easy numerical tabulation. Middletown went to work\n with scarcely a word. Within an hour he had produced a chart that was\n simply astounding.", "examination. I turned up some minor ailments—a slight heart murmur or a\n trace of albumin in the urine—but nothing of any significance. On the", "California without a corresponding attack in New York where the Sun had\n set. Dr. Hillyard and I had been searching desperately for a clue. We\n had both noticed that the attacks occurred only during the daylight", "of carrying on the practice of medicine. The only thing for which I do\n give myself credit was that I asked my patients to keep a detailed\n record of their symptoms taking special care to note the time of", "years from his radio observations. Now when he compared the two charts\n the resemblance between the two was unmistakable. The pattern shown by\n the chart of mental disturbance corresponded in a striking way with the", "on receiving an answer by return mail to the effect that he also had\n been getting an increasing number of patients suffering with the same\n identical symptoms as my own. Furthermore, upon exchanging records we\ndid", "in the arms and shoulders. Hillyard had been able to effect a complete\n cure for which the boy was very grateful, and they had kept up a\n desultory correspondence. Middletown was now specializing in radio", "whole they were a remarkably healthy bunch of individuals, much more so\n than an average sample of the population. Then I made a searching\n inquiry into their personal life. Here again I drew a blank. They had no" ], [ "implications are discussed here in an exclusive interview with Dr.\n Niemand by Philip Latham.\nLATHAM. Dr. Niemand, what would you say is your main job?", "LATHAM. Now, Dr. Niemand, I understand that you have been investigating\n solar and terrestrial relationships along rather unorthodox lines.\n\n\n NIEMAND. Yes, I suppose some people would say so.", "LATHAM. What is your opinion of these correlations?\n\n\n NIEMAND. Pure bosh in most cases.\n\n\n LATHAM. But some are valid?", "LATHAM. You have broken new ground?\n\n\n NIEMAND. That's true.\n\n\n LATHAM. In what way have your investigations differed from those of\n others?", "NIEMAND. It means you can only approximately predict the future course\n of sunspot activity. Sunspots are mighty treacherous things.", "NIEMAND. That is the logical outcome of our investigation. We are\n controlled and swayed by forces which in many cases we are powerless to\n resist.", "NIEMAND. A doctor must always do something for the patients who come to\n his office seeking help. First I gave them a thorough physical", "NIEMAND. The first thing that struck me was that the attacks all\n occurred during the daytime, between the hours of about seven in the\n morning and five in the evening. Then there were these coincidences—", "NIEMAND. We doubt it. As I said before, the charts show a lag of about\n forty-eight hours between the development of an S-Region and the onset", "An interview with Dr. I. M. Niemand, Director of the Psychophysical\n Institute of Solar and Terrestrial Relations, Camarillo, California.", "NIEMAND. I was afraid the result would be that my old roommate would\n think I had gone completely crazy. Imagine my surprise and gratification", "LATHAM. Which was?\n\n\n NIEMAND. In every case of a simultaneous attack the Sun was shining at\n both New York and California.", "LATHAM. Haven't there been a great many correlations announced between\n sunspots and various effects on the Earth?\n\n\n NIEMAND. Scores of them.", "NIEMAND. Perhaps I'd better go back to the beginning. Let me see.... It\n all started back in March, 1955, when I started getting patients", "NIEMAND. Well, Shakespeare would have been nearer the truth if he had\n put it the other way around. \"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in", "NIEMAND. Middletown says that the radio waves emanating from them are\n strongly circularly polarized. Moreover, the sense of rotation remains", "NIEMAND. Well, they're common enough, goodness knows. As old as the\n world, in fact. Yet strangely enough it's hard to describe them in exact\n terms.", "LATHAM. How do you account for this?\n\n\n NIEMAND. We don't account for it.\nLATHAM. What other properties of the S-Regions have you discovered?", "NIEMAND. Naturally I said nothing of this to my patients. I did,\n however, take pains to impress upon them the necessity of keeping an", "NIEMAND. If you have a feeling of restlessness and anxiety, if you are\n unable to concentrate, if you feel suddenly depressed and discouraged" ] ]

[ "The story takes place in _______.", "The Tangier law enforcement's response to the influx of new populations can best be described as ________.", "It is challenging to get to know someone intimately in a place like Tangier because people are generally ________.", "What do Paul and Rupert have in common with their conception of alien life forms?", "How does Rupert accidentally reveal his identity to Paul?", "What, according to Rupert, would be the best place for an alien visitor to observe and learn about humans?", "What do Paul and Rupert share in common?" ]

[ [ "Iraq", "The United States", "Morocco", "France" ], [ "Laissez-faire", "Perfunctory", "Authoritarian", "Capricious" ], [ "Prejudiced", "Monolingual", "Transient", "Inscrutable" ], [ "The belief that Earth should be more receptive to foreign life forms", "They make the effort to socialize and attend large gatherings but are actually introverted", "They believe in a hierarchy of human life and that those at the lower end were better off not around", "Their tendency to observe humans without interacting with them" ], [ "He attempts to examine Paul's mind to determine if he is an alien", "He reveals information that only Scotland Yard would know", "He mentions technology that is only present in Paul's place of origin", "He lingers for too long at an attractive female walking by" ], [ "Harun al-Rashid", "The Cafe de Paris", "A New York City library", "The FBI headquarters" ], [ "They are both aliens", "They are both lonely", "They are both have disdain for Tangier", "They are both espionage agents" ] ]

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[ [ "\"It's the one town in the world\n where anything goes. Nobody\n gives a damn about you or your", "Paul frowned. \"That sort of\n practice could spoil an awful\n lot of good meat.\"\nTHE END", "\"That's right,\" Paul admitted.\n \"In this town you seldom even\n ask a man where's he's from. He", "\"California,\" I told him.\n\n\n \"No, you're not,\" he grinned.\n\n\n I was taken aback. \"What do\n you mean?\"", "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.", "center of things. But now I don't\n think so. I think he'd be right\n here in Tangier.\"", "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", "The\n Place de France is the\n town's hub. It marks the end\n of Boulevard Pasteur, the main\n drag of the westernized part of", "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", "A French girl went by with a\n poodle so finely clipped as to look\n as though it'd been shaven. The\n girl was in the latest from\n Paris. Every pore in place. We\n both looked after her.", "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", "\"Don't interrupt, please,\" I\n said with mock severity. \"This\n is a very old civilization and as\n the planet began to lose its", "Mouley came shuffling up in\n his babouche slippers and we\n both ordered another schooner\n of beer.", "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.\"", "shoes, and a pinkish silk\n veil so transparent that you\n could see she wore lipstick. Very\n provocative, dark eyes can be\n over a veil. We both looked", "In spite of recent changes, the\n town still has its unique qualities.\n As a result of them the permanent\n population includes", "it? Things developing so fast we\n don't know where we're going\n or how we're going to get there.\"\nI finished my beer and clapped", "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.\"", "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.\"" ], [ "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.", "In Tangier you'll find some of\n the world's poorest and some of\n the richest. The poorest will try", "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.", "Tangier is possibly the most\n cosmopolitan city in the world.\n In native costume you'll see", "\"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", "population includes\n smugglers and black-marketeers,\n fugitives from justice and international\n con men, espionage\n and counter-espionage agents,", "homosexuals, nymphomaniacs, alcoholics,\n drug addicts, displaced\n persons, ex-royalty, and subversives\n of every flavor. Local law", "\"It's the one town in the world\n where anything goes. Nobody\n gives a damn about you or your", "In spite of recent changes, the\n town still has its unique qualities.\n As a result of them the permanent\n population includes", "Like I said, it's quite a town.\nI looked up from my\nHerald\n Tribune\nand said, \"Hello, Paul.\n Anything new cooking?\"", "Mouley came shuffling up in\n his babouche slippers and we\n both ordered another schooner\n of beer.", "help stir up inter-tribal, or international,\n conflicts—all according\n to how advanced they\n are. Then our tourists come in—well", "and Chinese, Hindus and Turks,\n Levantines and Filipinos, North\n Americans and South Americans,\n and, of course, even Europeans—from\n both sides of the", "\"Well, they observe how man\n is going through a scientific\n boom, an industrial boom, a\n population boom. A boom, period.", "police, or the French Sûreté, or\n Interpol. This world is so deep\n in police, counter-espionage outfits\n and security agents that an", "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", "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", "\"Scouting the place for thrill\n tourists. My job is to go around\n to these backward cultures and" ], [ "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.", "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", "center of things. But now I don't\n think so. I think he'd be right\n here in Tangier.\"", "In Tangier you'll find some of\n the world's poorest and some of\n the richest. The poorest will try", "Tangier is possibly the most\n cosmopolitan city in the world.\n In native costume you'll see", "It's quite a town, Tangier.", "\"Why Tangier?\"", "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", "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.\"", "\"That's right,\" Paul admitted.\n \"In this town you seldom even\n ask a man where's he's from. He", "\"It's the one town in the world\n where anything goes. Nobody\n gives a damn about you or your", "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", "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.", "shoes, and a pinkish silk\n veil so transparent that you\n could see she wore lipstick. Very\n provocative, dark eyes can be\n over a veil. We both looked", "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", "Mouley came shuffling up in\n his babouche slippers and we\n both ordered another schooner\n of beer.", "Like I said, it's quite a town.\nI looked up from my\nHerald\n Tribune\nand said, \"Hello, Paul.\n Anything new cooking?\"", "A Moorish girl went by dressed\n in a neatly tailored gray\n jellaba, European style high-heeled", "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", "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" ], [ "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", "\"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?\"", "Paul said, \"How are you,\n Rupert? Haven't seen you for\n donkey's years.\"", "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.\"", "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 grinned at me. \"I see you\n read the same poxy stuff I do.\"", "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.\"", "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", "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.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"Well, hell, suppose for instance\n there's this big Galactic League\n of civilized planets. But it's restricted,", "\"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 said seriously, \"You\n know, there's only one big snag\n in this sort of talk. I've sorted", "can be British, a White Russian,\n a Basque or a Sikh and nobody\n could care less. Where are\nyou\nfrom, Rupert?\"", "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", "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", "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?\"", "\"That's right,\" Paul admitted.\n \"In this town you seldom even\n ask a man where's he's from. He" ], [ "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.\"", "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.", "\"That's right,\" Paul admitted.\n \"In this town you seldom even\n ask a man where's he's from. He", "from, Rupert?\"", "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", "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 seriously, \"You\n know, there's only one big snag\n in this sort of talk. I've sorted", "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", "Paul frowned. \"That sort of\n practice could spoil an awful\n lot of good meat.\"\nTHE END", "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?\"", "Paul said, \"What ever happened\n to those poxy flying\n saucers?\"\n\n\n \"What flying saucers?\"", "shielded, of course—and get\n their kicks watching it.\"", "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.\"", "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?\"", "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.\"", "shoes, and a pinkish silk\n veil so transparent that you\n could see she wore lipstick. Very\n provocative, dark eyes can be\n over a veil. We both looked", "\"I felt your mind probe back\n a few minutes ago when I was\n talking about Scotland Yard or" ], [ "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.\"", "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.\"", "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?\"", "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.\"", "\"I got a better one. How's\n this. There's this alien life form\n that's way ahead of us. Their", "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.\"", "\"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.\"", "can be British, a White Russian,\n a Basque or a Sikh and nobody\n could care less. Where are\nyou\nfrom, Rupert?\"", "help stir up inter-tribal, or international,\n conflicts—all according\n to how advanced they\n are. Then our tourists come in—well", "\"Scouting the place for thrill\n tourists. My job is to go around\n to these backward cultures and", "\"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.\"", "shielded, of course—and get\n their kicks watching 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?\"", "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", "\"Well, they observe how man\n is going through a scientific\n boom, an industrial boom, a\n population boom. A boom, period.", "\"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.\"", "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 said, \"How are you,\n Rupert? Haven't seen you for\n donkey's years.\"" ], [ "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", "\"That's right,\" Paul admitted.\n \"In this town you seldom even\n ask a man where's he's from. He", "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 said seriously, \"You\n know, there's only one big snag\n in this sort of talk. I've sorted", "Paul frowned. \"That sort of\n practice could spoil an awful\n lot of good meat.\"\nTHE END", "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.\"", "from, Rupert?\"", "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, \"What ever happened\n to those poxy flying\n saucers?\"\n\n\n \"What flying saucers?\"", "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.\"", "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", "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,", "\"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.", "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.\"", "A French girl went by with a\n poodle so finely clipped as to look\n as though it'd been shaven. The\n girl was in the latest from\n Paris. Every pore in place. We\n both looked after her." ] ]

[ "Why does Donald's wife think it is funny that Donald might lead the junior achievement group?", "What is the most likely cause of the accident that displaced Marjorie and Donald from their home?", "Doris, Peter, and Hilary have all of the following characteristics in common EXCEPT for their:", "What is the most likely reason why Peter, Doris, and Hilary were interested in joining the junior achievement group?", "What is Hilary's tone described as \"dark\" when he remarks that there will be people interested in using his before-shave lotion?", "Central theme of the story? Unrestrained allows for greater success and creativity and progress?", "What is the central irony at the end of the story? He ends up becoming an employee of children", "What is the most likely reason for the junior achievement group's shared characteristics?" ]

[ [ "Donald is prone to get carried away with 'side projects,' which his wife finds amusing", "Donald's students know more than he does about science and industry", "Donald has no desire or innate talent to participate in sales- or marketing-related schemes", "Donald comes home each day and complains about his students, yet he is volunteering to spend more time with them" ], [ "Food supply depletion", "Radioactive toxicity", "Viral contamination", "Climate devastation" ], [ "Controlled movements", "Skin complexions", "Regulated voices", "Intelligence quotients" ], [ "Desire to test their creative ideas in a less restricted environment", "Desire to recruit Donald to work for the Commission of Ridgeville", "Desire to challenge authority and wreak havoc on the town of Ridgeville", "Desire to acquire a large amount of funds in order to eliminate the need to go to college" ], [ "He senses that Donald is going to dismiss the idea because it is too costly", "He senses that Donald is scheming to patent the idea for his own profiteering", "He senses that Donald is beginning to understand his malicious intent for the before-shave lotion", "He senses that Donald is underestimating the potential of his good idea" ], [ "When children are allowed to challenge authority, the possibilities for havoc aren't as extreme as adults assume they will be", "When children are allowed to control a group, the possibilities for destruction are higher than in a controlled, rulebound environment", "When children are allowed to follow their dreams, the possibilities for failure are more amplified than in a practical, realistic environment", "When children are allowed to embrace creativity, the possibilities for innovation are higher than in a rigid, standardized environment" ], [ "While Donald feels insecure regarding his science background, he becomes more confident due to his experience innovating with the children ", "While Donald initially expresses concern about selling items door-to-door, all the customers end up coming to him and the group members", "While Donald is excited about the opportunity to impart his knowledge, he becomes the employee of students who have more qualifications than he does", "While Donald despises teaching, he ends up committing to more teaching-related responsibilities over the course of a school year" ], [ "They have experienced expected and unanticipated consequences of nuclear fallout", "Their parents are all members of the Ridgeville Commission", "They are all actually androids that have been programmed by scientists of the Ridgeville Commission", "They have been meeting secretly for years before they came together under the guise of the junior achievement group" ] ]

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[ [ "\"Why, Donald,\" she said, \"it could\n be quite interesting, if I understand\n what a junior achievement group is.\n What gave you the idea?\"", "ILLUSTRATED BY SCHOENHERR\n\"What would you think,\" I asked\n Marjorie over supper, \"if I should undertake\n to lead a junior achievement", "\"That's very nice,\" said Marjorie.\n \"What does a junior achievement\n group do?\"", "\"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.\"", "much of the time they seem to have\n little interest in their studies. The\n junior achievement idea has sparked\n their imaginations. Maybe it'll be just\n what they need.\"", "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.\"", "Marjorie put back her head and\n laughed, and I was forced to join her,\n for we both recognize that my understanding\n and \"feel\" for commercial\n matters—if I may use that expression—is\n almost nonexistent.", "\"Oh, all right,\" I said, \"laugh at\n my commercial aspirations. But don't\n worry about it, really. Mr. McCormack", "\"It has the purpose,\" I told her,\n \"of teaching the members something\n about commerce and industry. They\n manufacture simple compositions", "\"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.\"", "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.\"", "\"Hi,\" he said. \"You're Donald\n Henderson, right? My name is McCord—Jeff\n McCord—and I work 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?\"", "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,", "\"No.\" She shook her head in mock\n despondency. \"I'm not very technical.\n Just sort of miscellaneous. But if the", "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", "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.\"", "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", "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", "\"Well,\" Peter said, looking a little\n embarrassed, \"we were planning to\n buy a hydraulic press. You see, Doris" ], [ "fifty-odd miles to the south, we\n had our home almost paid for, when\n the accident occurred. It was in the\n path of the heaviest fallout, and we", "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", "that evening, and Marjorie recognized\n that something was concerning\n me, but she asked no questions, and\n I only told her about the success of", "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", "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", "Marjorie put back her head and\n laughed, and I was forced to join her,\n for we both recognize that my understanding\n and \"feel\" for commercial\n matters—if I may use that expression—is\n almost nonexistent.", "Three other things occurred that\n day, two of which I knew about immediately.\n Mary brought a portable\n typewriter from home and spent part\n of the afternoon banging away at\n what seemed to me, since I use two\n fingers only, a very creditable speed.", "starting mortgage payments all over\n again.\nThus it was that on a Wednesday\n morning about three weeks later, I\n was sitting at one end of a plank picnic", "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.\"", "\"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.\"", "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", "\"Well,\" Peter said, looking a little\n embarrassed, \"we were planning to\n buy a hydraulic press. You see, Doris", "\"Why, Donald,\" she said, \"it could\n be quite interesting, if I understand\n what a junior achievement group is.\n What gave you the idea?\"", "\"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", "Fallout is, of course, always disastrous—\n \none way or another\nJUNIOR ACHIEVEMENT\nBY WILLIAM LEE", "\"It was priceless. Just before rush\n hour. Suds built up in the basin and\n overflowed, and down the library", "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.", "McCord unfolded his length and\n stood staring out into the rain. Presently\n he said, \"Henderson, Hilary", "Marjorie did mental arithmetic.\n \"Yes,\" she said, \"yes, if it's something\n you'd like to do.\"" ], [ "\"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?\"", "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", "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", "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?\"", "\"Well,\" Peter said, looking a little\n embarrassed, \"we were planning to\n buy a hydraulic press. You see, Doris", "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.", "Doris Enright was a grave young\n lady of ten years, who might, I\n thought, be quite a beauty in a few", "\"I am,\" he replied, \"in a cautious\n legal sense, of course. Hilary and I\n were just going over the situation on", "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're right,\" Doris agreed. \"Let's\n see it.\" She gave the wire at the small\n end the slightest of twists. \"There, it\n ought to swoop.\"", "\"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.\"", "Peter Cope waved it off by remarking\n that they'd each do what came\n naturally. On the other hand, they\n pondered at some length about a", "McCord unfolded his length and\n stood staring out into the rain. Presently\n he said, \"Henderson, Hilary", "The two on my right were cast in\n a different mold. Mary McCready\n was a big husky redhead of twelve,", "high IQ's—around one forty\n or one fifty. The other three are hard\n to classify. They have some of the\n attributes of exceptional pupils, but", "Doris was right, of course, in spite\n of our efforts to protect the market.\n Anyhow that ushered in our cage", "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", "Hilary, reluctantly forsaking his\n ideas on detergents, suggested we\n make black plastic discs, like poker", "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", "\"It flies too well,\" Mary told Doris.\n \"A kite ought to get caught in a tree\n sometimes.\"" ], [ "\"Why, Donald,\" she said, \"it could\n be quite interesting, if I understand\n what a junior achievement group is.\n What gave you the idea?\"", "\"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.\"", "much of the time they seem to have\n little interest in their studies. The\n junior achievement idea has sparked\n their imaginations. Maybe it'll be just\n what they need.\"", "\"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?\"", "\"That's very nice,\" said Marjorie.\n \"What does a junior achievement\n group do?\"", "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.\"", "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", "\"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.\"", "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,\" Peter said, looking a little\n embarrassed, \"we were planning to\n buy a hydraulic press. You see, Doris", "ILLUSTRATED BY SCHOENHERR\n\"What would you think,\" I asked\n Marjorie over supper, \"if I should undertake\n to lead a junior achievement", "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?\"", "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", "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,", "\"It has the purpose,\" I told her,\n \"of teaching the members something\n about commerce and industry. They\n manufacture simple compositions", "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.\"", "The group exchanged looks to see\n who would lead off, and Peter Cope\n seemed to be elected.", "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", "Hilary, reluctantly forsaking his\n ideas on detergents, suggested we\n make black plastic discs, like poker" ], [ "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.\"", "\"I suppose there might be people\n who'd prefer to use it beforehand,\"\n I conceded.\n\n\n \"There will be people,\" he said\n darkly, and subsided.", "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.", "\"I am,\" he replied, \"in a cautious\n legal sense, of course. Hilary and I\n were just going over the situation on", "Hilary, reluctantly forsaking his\n ideas on detergents, suggested we\n make black plastic discs, like poker", "\"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?\"", "like the shave lotion.\"", "\"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.\"", "McCord unfolded his length and\n stood staring out into the rain. Presently\n he said, \"Henderson, Hilary", "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?\"", "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 would that be?\" I asked.\n\n\n \"You'd use it before you shaved.\"", "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", "\"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.\"", "Jeff looked momentarily dubious,\n then puddled some in his palm and\n moistened his jaw line. \"Smells\n good,\" he noted, \"and feels nice and\n cool. Now what?\"", "\"I got two hundred and fifty,\" he\n volunteered—not without a hint of\n complacency in his voice. \"It didn't", "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", "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", "\"Oh, all right,\" I said, \"laugh at\n my commercial aspirations. But don't\n worry about it, really. Mr. McCormack" ], [ "\"Did you hear what she said? It'll\n make the city papers. I wish we had\n a thousand kites. Ten thousand. Oh", "It was Mary, finally, who advanced\n the thought of kites. At first there\n was little enthusiasm, then Peter said,\n \"You know, we could work up something\n new. Has anybody ever seen a\n kite made like a wind sock?\"", "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", "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", "\"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.\"", "\"It was priceless. Just before rush\n hour. Suds built up in the basin and\n overflowed, and down the library", "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", "\"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?\"", "\"Well, now,\" I said, \"organic synthesis\n sounds like another operation\n calling for capital investment. If we\n should keep the achievement group", "use without misgivings—solvent to\n free up rusty bolts, cleaner to remove\n road tar, mechanic's hand soap—that\n sort of thing. Mr. McCormack had", "\"It has the purpose,\" I told her,\n \"of teaching the members something\n about commerce and industry. They\n manufacture simple compositions", "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", "\"It flies too well,\" Mary told Doris.\n \"A kite ought to get caught in a tree\n sometimes.\"", "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", "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", "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", "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.", "\"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", "satisfaction. As we trailed back to the\n barn I asked Doris, \"How did you\n know that flattening the lower edge\n of the hole would create instability?\"", "\"You're right,\" Doris agreed. \"Let's\n see it.\" She gave the wire at the small\n end the slightest of twists. \"There, it\n ought to swoop.\"" ], [ "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "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", "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", "\"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.\"", "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", "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", "For answer he seized the ice bucket,\n now empty of its soda bottles,\n trickled in a few drops from the bottle", "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.", "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", "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", "\"I got two hundred and fifty,\" he\n volunteered—not without a hint of\n complacency in his voice. \"It didn't", "\"Oh, all right,\" I said, \"laugh at\n my commercial aspirations. But don't\n worry about it, really. Mr. McCormack", "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.\"", "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", "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", "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.\"", "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", "\"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?\"", "It was Mary, finally, who advanced\n the thought of kites. At first there\n was little enthusiasm, then Peter said,\n \"You know, we could work up something\n new. Has anybody ever seen a\n kite made like a wind sock?\"" ], [ "\"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.\"", "\"Why, Donald,\" she said, \"it could\n be quite interesting, if I understand\n what a junior achievement group is.\n What gave you the idea?\"", "\"That's very nice,\" said Marjorie.\n \"What does a junior achievement\n group do?\"", "much of the time they seem to have\n little interest in their studies. The\n junior achievement idea has sparked\n their imaginations. Maybe it'll be just\n what they need.\"", "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,", "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.", "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", "ILLUSTRATED BY SCHOENHERR\n\"What would you think,\" I asked\n Marjorie over supper, \"if I should undertake\n to lead a junior achievement", "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", "\"It has the purpose,\" I told her,\n \"of teaching the members something\n about commerce and industry. They\n manufacture simple compositions", "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", "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.\"", "\"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.\"", "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", "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", "high IQ's—around one forty\n or one fifty. The other three are hard\n to classify. They have some of the\n attributes of exceptional pupils, but", "\"Well, now,\" I said, \"organic synthesis\n sounds like another operation\n calling for capital investment. If we\n should keep the achievement group", "I had the impression during that\n first meeting that they looked rather\n alike, but this wasn't so. Their features\n were quite different. Perhaps" ] ]

[ "How is the book \"Living a Normal Sex Life\" seen by these people?", "What does this society think about breasts?", "Which is the best representation of Melia and Xeon's relationship?", "Which is least likely contributing to Xeon's request to move to the fields before the Oracle of Delni? ", "Which is the most accurate description of why Xeon is in trouble?", "Which was probably the biggest motivator for Melia to volunteer?", "Which is most true about how the volunteers are seen by the rest of their society?", "Why are Melia and Xeon considered noble by the end of the story?" ]

[ [ "It is frightening in an exciting way, for the people to learn something new", "They respect its truths but are nervous about its implications", "It is an important historical text appreciated from a research perspective", "It is a rare artefact of a less-understood time" ], [ "They are appreciated from an aesthetic standpoint but not a sexual one", "They are considered to be milk-producing devices but nothing else", "They are seen as vistigial structures", "They are well-regarded because they are so rare" ], [ "They are close friends and will always be that and not much else", "They are siblings, which is not odd for this society", "They are close but have to hide their romantic relationship from the rest of society", "They are dear to one another in an evolving way" ], [ "The urge to make the event less of a spectacle", "The general desire to maintain some control in the situation", "The general level of comfort of lying on marble", "The pressure from Sias to keep the situation private" ], [ "He was not supposed to pursue a relationship with a woman", "He was not supposed to point out any flaws in the current government structure", "He publicly declared untrue things to be true", "The suggestions he made were against the societal ideals" ], [ "The chance to be closer with Xeon", "The chance to fulfill societal expectations", "The chance to help her friend Xeon discover something new", "The chance to help her friend escape an unfortunate situation" ], [ "They are appreciated for their level of discretion", "They are respected for their dedication to each other above anything else", "They are considered brave for undertaking such a disapproved task", "They are disgraced for their choice to participate in such vile acts" ], [ "Because they discovered the truth about reproduction and brought it to the society", "Because they did not tell others in the society what happened in detail, protecting them from the truth", "Because they were willing to continue learning about this ill-understood act", "Because they want to increase the efforts towards learning more about these historical acts" ] ]

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[ [ "had carried in. \"It is a book. It is entitled, 'Living a Normal Sex\n Life.' It seems to be some sort of a do-it-yourself pamphlet.\" He", "There was something in the man's behavior that commanded everyone's\n attention. He went on, speaking low. \"The word 'Sex' is not defined,", "\"I have indeed discovered the secret of reproduction,\" he began. \"After\n many searchings, I came upon this—\" and he held forth the object he", "suppose,\" he said. \"You see, once upon a time there were birds and\n bees....\"\nWhen he finished the Conclave sat in horrified silence. His words,", "no harm done. \"For if people reproduced too often, why then this\n reproduction must have been a pleasant thing to do; otherwise they\n would not have done so to excess. And if it was a pleasant thing to do,", "\"Of course,\" he replied. \"In the course of my reading I have read\n many books, and while they are all vague on the subject, this I have\n discovered:", "the process of reproduction was of\nsuch\na pleasure that the Conclave\n ruled it to be a sin? And therefore the machines were necessary!\"", "Then reproduction was carried on by individuals, without help of the\n then nonexistent machines. The She's are not wanderers from another\n land, but they have lived with us for all time; they are not another", "\"That is not the worst,\" he cried, as if in defiance. \"All the Prelife\n has been dried up. It will not function. There is no more. And there\n will be no more children!\"", "breasts, I believe, proves that there is still reproductive activity in\n some, at least, of the She's.\"", "\"It seems,\" I shouted, \"that there is a flaw in your logic.\" For if\n such there was, I was hopeful of dismissing the entire affair with", "\"Some of those among you are She's,\" he began. \"And you know you are\n different from the rest of us. To the advantage, your skin is fairer", "The Birds and the Bees\nBY DAVE E. FISHER\nWhich goes to prove that, in some\n \ninstances, being heroic is easy!\n[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "As we entered the city, we were surrounded by confusion and\n consternation. And can the simple people be blamed? They were aware\n that they stood in the midst of an unprecedented happening; indeed, an\n emergency. For a machine had failed!", "but it seems to mean....\" His words trailed off. He was obviously\n unsure of how to continue. \"I had better start at the beginning, I", "with all their horror, had the ring of truth and there were no cries of\n 'Heresy'. There was only stunned disbelief and the beginnings of nausea.", "to such creatures. And indeed, if they had Maternite Machines, why then\n we would yet have these animals among us.\"", "Gods, this Rocsates! The books, as well he knows, are so ancient,\n and so delicate, that they are kept in an air-tight tomb; lest,", "These last sentences were shouted to be heard above the roar of the\n crowd. Yet when Rocsates stopped, so also did the noise, so shocked and\n amazed at his words were they. And I confess, myself also.", "\"That there was indeed a time before the machines, in fact the books\n were created in that time, for not one of them mentions the machines." ], [ "breasts, I believe, proves that there is still reproductive activity in\n some, at least, of the She's.\"", "Melia was a She, with the swelling breasts that were, so tradition\n states, quite prevalent among members of the race long ago, and are", "\"Some among you She's have the swelling of the breasts. And does there\n exist no reason for this? Was there not, perhaps in ancient times, a", "breasts. Melia has volunteered, on condition that Xeon be released from\n dungeon. Are there any objections?\"\nThere were none, of course. Who would refuse a boon to one who would", "\"I have indeed discovered the secret of reproduction,\" he began. \"After\n many searchings, I came upon this—\" and he held forth the object he", "\"Some of those among you are She's,\" he began. \"And you know you are\n different from the rest of us. To the advantage, your skin is fairer", "suppose,\" he said. \"You see, once upon a time there were birds and\n bees....\"\nWhen he finished the Conclave sat in horrified silence. His words,", "There was something in the man's behavior that commanded everyone's\n attention. He went on, speaking low. \"The word 'Sex' is not defined,", "\"How, indeed? And is there not a legend—admitted only a legend—that\n says there was a time before the machines, and before the Maternite", "had carried in. \"It is a book. It is entitled, 'Living a Normal Sex\n Life.' It seems to be some sort of a do-it-yourself pamphlet.\" He", "\"Of course,\" he replied. \"In the course of my reading I have read\n many books, and while they are all vague on the subject, this I have\n discovered:", "Gods, this Rocsates! The books, as well he knows, are so ancient,\n and so delicate, that they are kept in an air-tight tomb; lest,", "\"In all honor, could Xeon allow Melia to surpass him in courage? It\n shall be he,\" Rocsates said. And with his word the two entered the Hall\n and stood, noble and naked.", "Well, you know how these things are. At such a time, many men feel\n impelled to make speeches, and one must not be disrespectful. Prayers", "to such creatures. And indeed, if they had Maternite Machines, why then\n we would yet have these animals among us.\"", "These last sentences were shouted to be heard above the roar of the\n crowd. Yet when Rocsates stopped, so also did the noise, so shocked and\n amazed at his words were they. And I confess, myself also.", "\"I do not think so,\" Rocsates replied after a while. \"What to us is\n an eon, to evolution is but an instant. And then the swelling of the", "Then reproduction was carried on by individuals, without help of the\n then nonexistent machines. The She's are not wanderers from another\n land, but they have lived with us for all time; they are not another", "As we entered the city, we were surrounded by confusion and\n consternation. And can the simple people be blamed? They were aware\n that they stood in the midst of an unprecedented happening; indeed, an\n emergency. For a machine had failed!", "the process of reproduction was of\nsuch\na pleasure that the Conclave\n ruled it to be a sin? And therefore the machines were necessary!\"" ], [ "seldom seen today. Indeed, Melia was on this account made the butt of\n many jokes and, I fear, would have had a lonely life of it had it not\n been for the friendship of Xeon.", "That is, Xeon was upon me. But I knew that where Xeon is, Melia must\n soon appear. And indeed it was but a moment before Melia slipped", "\"In all honor, could Xeon allow Melia to surpass him in courage? It\n shall be he,\" Rocsates said. And with his word the two entered the Hall\n and stood, noble and naked.", "And then I looked down to earth again, and saw them standing before me.\n Melia cast her eyes down, and would not raise them. Xeon held his arm\n about her shoulders, as if to protect her, but I know not from whom.", "His glance reached into my soul, and I was proud of Xeon. A true\n friend, he thought even now of the comfort of Melia. The marble table", "breasts. Melia has volunteered, on condition that Xeon be released from\n dungeon. Are there any objections?\"\nThere were none, of course. Who would refuse a boon to one who would", "Melia interrupted him quietly. \"Xeon, will you lose all respect for\n the Elder?\" Then turned to me, and said calmly, \"The watcher at the", "Rocsates seemed perplexed by this problem, whereupon Xeon, who together\n with Melia were at the Conclave without permission, shouted, \"Perhaps", "for me to bring them to order. Xeon and Melia stopped as I mounted the\n steps, but I smiled and motioned them in. They accompanied me past", "often wonder why—but Xeon and Melia ran all the way down to the city.\n They are of an age to enter manhood, and have all the energy such young\n men do.", "Rocsates gestured to the table, and Melia started to climb upon it,\n but Xeon stepped forward.", "\"Of course,\" I replied. Anything they might want they could have. My\n relief and gratitude must have showed, for Xeon took a deep breath and\n spoke again.", "Melia was a She, with the swelling breasts that were, so tradition\n states, quite prevalent among members of the race long ago, and are", "was indeed hard, and from Rocsates' description it seemed that Melia's\n position would be as uncomfortable as it would be undignified. The soft\n fields might be some slight help.", "At this two members of the Conclave fell immediately into a faint, and\n I would gladly have joined them. I hoped that the youngsters, Xeon", "and Melia, had not heard, but as I turned they were listening most\n attentively to Rocsates, who, amid cries of \"Heresy\" and \"Treason\",\n went on:", "\"We beg one favor,\" Xeon went on. \"We are agreed that—Well, we should\n like to be left alone, in private, to try.\"", "\"Oh my gods!\" Xeon shouted. \"I tell you it's gone! Will you—\"", "I was shocked, and could not help staring at him. And then the\n formalities were over. I intended to speak for Xeon, but Rocsates was\n on his feet and I gave way.", "At this impudence the Conclave dissolved in an uproar, and I was beyond\n power to restrain them from placing Xeon under arrest. Privately," ], [ "\"My lords,\" he said, \"would not better results be obtained were we to\n conduct the experiment in the fields before the Oracle of Delni, that\n the gods may help us?\"", "That is, Xeon was upon me. But I knew that where Xeon is, Melia must\n soon appear. And indeed it was but a moment before Melia slipped", "\"We beg one favor,\" Xeon went on. \"We are agreed that—Well, we should\n like to be left alone, in private, to try.\"", "cherished by we old. Across the gently undulating hills stood the\n magnificent Melopolis, encradling the Oracle of Delni. I do not, of", "\"In all honor, could Xeon allow Melia to surpass him in courage? It\n shall be he,\" Rocsates said. And with his word the two entered the Hall\n and stood, noble and naked.", "Rocsates seemed perplexed by this problem, whereupon Xeon, who together\n with Melia were at the Conclave without permission, shouted, \"Perhaps", "breasts. Melia has volunteered, on condition that Xeon be released from\n dungeon. Are there any objections?\"\nThere were none, of course. Who would refuse a boon to one who would", "Melia interrupted him quietly. \"Xeon, will you lose all respect for\n the Elder?\" Then turned to me, and said calmly, \"The watcher at the", "seldom seen today. Indeed, Melia was on this account made the butt of\n many jokes and, I fear, would have had a lonely life of it had it not\n been for the friendship of Xeon.", "often wonder why—but Xeon and Melia ran all the way down to the city.\n They are of an age to enter manhood, and have all the energy such young\n men do.", "And then I looked down to earth again, and saw them standing before me.\n Melia cast her eyes down, and would not raise them. Xeon held his arm\n about her shoulders, as if to protect her, but I know not from whom.", "\"Of course,\" I replied. Anything they might want they could have. My\n relief and gratitude must have showed, for Xeon took a deep breath and\n spoke again.", "however, I had to admit that his supposition was a possibility, and\n thus I authorized Rocsates to continue his search.\nNow indeed I was sorely worried concerning Xeon, for he must languish", "At this impudence the Conclave dissolved in an uproar, and I was beyond\n power to restrain them from placing Xeon under arrest. Privately,", "for me to bring them to order. Xeon and Melia stopped as I mounted the\n steps, but I smiled and motioned them in. They accompanied me past", "His glance reached into my soul, and I was proud of Xeon. A true\n friend, he thought even now of the comfort of Melia. The marble table", "was indeed hard, and from Rocsates' description it seemed that Melia's\n position would be as uncomfortable as it would be undignified. The soft\n fields might be some slight help.", "At this two members of the Conclave fell immediately into a faint, and\n I would gladly have joined them. I hoped that the youngsters, Xeon", "I was shocked, and could not help staring at him. And then the\n formalities were over. I intended to speak for Xeon, but Rocsates was\n on his feet and I gave way.", "\"Oh my gods!\" Xeon shouted. \"I tell you it's gone! Will you—\"" ], [ "At this impudence the Conclave dissolved in an uproar, and I was beyond\n power to restrain them from placing Xeon under arrest. Privately,", "That is, Xeon was upon me. But I knew that where Xeon is, Melia must\n soon appear. And indeed it was but a moment before Melia slipped", "Rocsates seemed perplexed by this problem, whereupon Xeon, who together\n with Melia were at the Conclave without permission, shouted, \"Perhaps", "\"Oh my gods!\" Xeon shouted. \"I tell you it's gone! Will you—\"", "however, I had to admit that his supposition was a possibility, and\n thus I authorized Rocsates to continue his search.\nNow indeed I was sorely worried concerning Xeon, for he must languish", "\"Of course,\" I replied. Anything they might want they could have. My\n relief and gratitude must have showed, for Xeon took a deep breath and\n spoke again.", "His glance reached into my soul, and I was proud of Xeon. A true\n friend, he thought even now of the comfort of Melia. The marble table", "seldom seen today. Indeed, Melia was on this account made the butt of\n many jokes and, I fear, would have had a lonely life of it had it not\n been for the friendship of Xeon.", "\"In all honor, could Xeon allow Melia to surpass him in courage? It\n shall be he,\" Rocsates said. And with his word the two entered the Hall\n and stood, noble and naked.", "breasts. Melia has volunteered, on condition that Xeon be released from\n dungeon. Are there any objections?\"\nThere were none, of course. Who would refuse a boon to one who would", "\"We beg one favor,\" Xeon went on. \"We are agreed that—Well, we should\n like to be left alone, in private, to try.\"", "I was shocked, and could not help staring at him. And then the\n formalities were over. I intended to speak for Xeon, but Rocsates was\n on his feet and I gave way.", "At this two members of the Conclave fell immediately into a faint, and\n I would gladly have joined them. I hoped that the youngsters, Xeon", "Melia interrupted him quietly. \"Xeon, will you lose all respect for\n the Elder?\" Then turned to me, and said calmly, \"The watcher at the", "As we entered the city, we were surrounded by confusion and\n consternation. And can the simple people be blamed? They were aware\n that they stood in the midst of an unprecedented happening; indeed, an\n emergency. For a machine had failed!", "often wonder why—but Xeon and Melia ran all the way down to the city.\n They are of an age to enter manhood, and have all the energy such young\n men do.", "And then I looked down to earth again, and saw them standing before me.\n Melia cast her eyes down, and would not raise them. Xeon held his arm\n about her shoulders, as if to protect her, but I know not from whom.", "for me to bring them to order. Xeon and Melia stopped as I mounted the\n steps, but I smiled and motioned them in. They accompanied me past", "Besides, had he been sober, he would not have known what to do. For who\n knows the mysterious workings of the machines?\nI hastened to the City Hall and found the Conclave assembled, waiting", "but it seems to mean....\" His words trailed off. He was obviously\n unsure of how to continue. \"I had better start at the beginning, I" ], [ "Melia was a She, with the swelling breasts that were, so tradition\n states, quite prevalent among members of the race long ago, and are", "breasts. Melia has volunteered, on condition that Xeon be released from\n dungeon. Are there any objections?\"\nThere were none, of course. Who would refuse a boon to one who would", "was indeed hard, and from Rocsates' description it seemed that Melia's\n position would be as uncomfortable as it would be undignified. The soft\n fields might be some slight help.", "That is, Xeon was upon me. But I knew that where Xeon is, Melia must\n soon appear. And indeed it was but a moment before Melia slipped", "seldom seen today. Indeed, Melia was on this account made the butt of\n many jokes and, I fear, would have had a lonely life of it had it not\n been for the friendship of Xeon.", "\"In all honor, could Xeon allow Melia to surpass him in courage? It\n shall be he,\" Rocsates said. And with his word the two entered the Hall\n and stood, noble and naked.", "And then I looked down to earth again, and saw them standing before me.\n Melia cast her eyes down, and would not raise them. Xeon held his arm\n about her shoulders, as if to protect her, but I know not from whom.", "\"I have already taken the liberty of asking for volunteers,\" Rocsates\n replied. \"The She, of course, must be one with the swelling of the", "and Melia, had not heard, but as I turned they were listening most\n attentively to Rocsates, who, amid cries of \"Heresy\" and \"Treason\",\n went on:", "Melia interrupted him quietly. \"Xeon, will you lose all respect for\n the Elder?\" Then turned to me, and said calmly, \"The watcher at the", "Rocsates seemed perplexed by this problem, whereupon Xeon, who together\n with Melia were at the Conclave without permission, shouted, \"Perhaps", "often wonder why—but Xeon and Melia ran all the way down to the city.\n They are of an age to enter manhood, and have all the energy such young\n men do.", "His glance reached into my soul, and I was proud of Xeon. A true\n friend, he thought even now of the comfort of Melia. The marble table", "\"Sias, we come to tell.... We will....\" He raised his eyes to mine and\n said manfully, \"We shall try again.\"\n\n\n I am afraid that tears came to my eyes. Such sacrifice—", "\"All of it?\" I asked.\n\n\n \"There is nothing left,\" Melia insisted. \"Can more be made? And if not,\n what will happen with no more children?\"", "for me to bring them to order. Xeon and Melia stopped as I mounted the\n steps, but I smiled and motioned them in. They accompanied me past", "I needed a sufficient excuse to call a meeting of the Conclave,\n whereupon I might argue for the lad. When I heard that Rocsates again", "\"Of course,\" I replied. Anything they might want they could have. My\n relief and gratitude must have showed, for Xeon took a deep breath and\n spoke again.", "but it seems to mean....\" His words trailed off. He was obviously\n unsure of how to continue. \"I had better start at the beginning, I", "cause for this? Do you not wonder, She's, whence you come and for what\n reason?\"" ], [ "These last sentences were shouted to be heard above the roar of the\n crowd. Yet when Rocsates stopped, so also did the noise, so shocked and\n amazed at his words were they. And I confess, myself also.", "As we entered the city, we were surrounded by confusion and\n consternation. And can the simple people be blamed? They were aware\n that they stood in the midst of an unprecedented happening; indeed, an\n emergency. For a machine had failed!", "had departed for home and supper. Yet perhaps it is for the best, for\n those left were the most earnest and intelligent.", "with all their horror, had the ring of truth and there were no cries of\n 'Heresy'. There was only stunned disbelief and the beginnings of nausea.", "\"Sias, we come to tell.... We will....\" He raised his eyes to mine and\n said manfully, \"We shall try again.\"\n\n\n I am afraid that tears came to my eyes. Such sacrifice—", "\"I have already taken the liberty of asking for volunteers,\" Rocsates\n replied. \"The She, of course, must be one with the swelling of the", "\"Some of those among you are She's,\" he began. \"And you know you are\n different from the rest of us. To the advantage, your skin is fairer", "\"Of course,\" he replied. \"In the course of my reading I have read\n many books, and while they are all vague on the subject, this I have\n discovered:", "\"We do not deserve praise, Sias,\" he said. \"The truth is, we ... we\n sort of enjoy it.\"\n\n\n I watched them turn and wander off together under the stars.", "to have been constructed by the gods themselves. And never, so far\n as I know, has one failed. Small wonder that the watcher had been\n negligent. Indeed, the watcher is more a tradition than a necessity.", "Well, you know how these things are. At such a time, many men feel\n impelled to make speeches, and one must not be disrespectful. Prayers", "My heart has a warmth in it, and I no longer fear for the future of our\n race when our young people can show such nobility and sacrifice.", "\"In all honor, could Xeon allow Melia to surpass him in courage? It\n shall be he,\" Rocsates said. And with his word the two entered the Hall\n and stood, noble and naked.", "and Melia, had not heard, but as I turned they were listening most\n attentively to Rocsates, who, amid cries of \"Heresy\" and \"Treason\",\n went on:", "Rocsates' voice made itself heard. \"It is true. Such creatures did\n indeed exist. It is recorded most scientifically in the films.\"", "\"That there was indeed a time before the machines, in fact the books\n were created in that time, for not one of them mentions the machines.", "And then I looked down to earth again, and saw them standing before me.\n Melia cast her eyes down, and would not raise them. Xeon held his arm\n about her shoulders, as if to protect her, but I know not from whom.", "But of course there were no cousins. There was nothing. And Man\n returned, and settled down to live. Saddened, but resigned and content", "seldom seen today. Indeed, Melia was on this account made the butt of\n many jokes and, I fear, would have had a lonely life of it had it not\n been for the friendship of Xeon.", "may say, why should this not be so? There is, indeed, no reason why we\n should all be identical. Perforce you have the advantage, perforce we\n do. Yet there is one other distinction." ], [ "\"In all honor, could Xeon allow Melia to surpass him in courage? It\n shall be he,\" Rocsates said. And with his word the two entered the Hall\n and stood, noble and naked.", "seldom seen today. Indeed, Melia was on this account made the butt of\n many jokes and, I fear, would have had a lonely life of it had it not\n been for the friendship of Xeon.", "That is, Xeon was upon me. But I knew that where Xeon is, Melia must\n soon appear. And indeed it was but a moment before Melia slipped", "And then I looked down to earth again, and saw them standing before me.\n Melia cast her eyes down, and would not raise them. Xeon held his arm\n about her shoulders, as if to protect her, but I know not from whom.", "Melia interrupted him quietly. \"Xeon, will you lose all respect for\n the Elder?\" Then turned to me, and said calmly, \"The watcher at the", "breasts. Melia has volunteered, on condition that Xeon be released from\n dungeon. Are there any objections?\"\nThere were none, of course. Who would refuse a boon to one who would", "His glance reached into my soul, and I was proud of Xeon. A true\n friend, he thought even now of the comfort of Melia. The marble table", "Rocsates seemed perplexed by this problem, whereupon Xeon, who together\n with Melia were at the Conclave without permission, shouted, \"Perhaps", "often wonder why—but Xeon and Melia ran all the way down to the city.\n They are of an age to enter manhood, and have all the energy such young\n men do.", "for me to bring them to order. Xeon and Melia stopped as I mounted the\n steps, but I smiled and motioned them in. They accompanied me past", "Melia was a She, with the swelling breasts that were, so tradition\n states, quite prevalent among members of the race long ago, and are", "\"Of course,\" I replied. Anything they might want they could have. My\n relief and gratitude must have showed, for Xeon took a deep breath and\n spoke again.", "was indeed hard, and from Rocsates' description it seemed that Melia's\n position would be as uncomfortable as it would be undignified. The soft\n fields might be some slight help.", "Rocsates gestured to the table, and Melia started to climb upon it,\n but Xeon stepped forward.", "and Melia, had not heard, but as I turned they were listening most\n attentively to Rocsates, who, amid cries of \"Heresy\" and \"Treason\",\n went on:", "At this impudence the Conclave dissolved in an uproar, and I was beyond\n power to restrain them from placing Xeon under arrest. Privately,", "At this two members of the Conclave fell immediately into a faint, and\n I would gladly have joined them. I hoped that the youngsters, Xeon", "\"We beg one favor,\" Xeon went on. \"We are agreed that—Well, we should\n like to be left alone, in private, to try.\"", "\"All of it?\" I asked.\n\n\n \"There is nothing left,\" Melia insisted. \"Can more be made? And if not,\n what will happen with no more children?\"", "I was shocked, and could not help staring at him. And then the\n formalities were over. I intended to speak for Xeon, but Rocsates was\n on his feet and I gave way." ] ]

[ "What is the significance of Jimmy Savile to the article?", "Which is the least likely thing computers could pick up on from a photo?", "Which is not true about our judgements of people from photos, according to the article?", "Which is the best characterization of the overgeneralization hypotheses?", "Which of these is most true about physiognomy?", "What is the biggest effect when criminals are noted as having similar facial features to other wrongdoers?", "Which would the author think is most true?", "Which of these is the most valid critique of the Shanghai study?", "What does the author think of physiognomy?" ]

[ [ "To introduce the idea of the importance of questioning friends of people under investigation", "To introduce discussion of documentaries' influence on public perception of criminals", "To introduce discussion of murderers and other criminals", "To introduce the idea that people think they can tell certain things from looking at someone" ], [ "The impact of socioeconomic status on a person's character", "An underlying capability of committing crime", "The effect of wealth on someone's life", "How social a person is likely to be" ], [ "Our judgements are easily manipulated by small, hardly noticeable changes in photos", "We are able to make objective decisions about people, keeping our opinions of their facial structure separate from the facts", "We judge people in a way that compares them to people we've seen before that we know more about", "We are all influenced by underlying bias when we see photos of other people" ], [ "People are more likely to find others to be friendly based on their photos if they are surrounded by friendly people themselves", "Computers are more likely to draw correct conclusions about people if they have larger pools of photos to draw from", "We are likely to assume more photos are doctored than the number that actually are", "We are likely to attribute things to people based on people close to us who may look similar" ], [ "If this were not an area of study, people would not be drawing false conclusions about people on trial", "It has helped to put a number of important criminals behind bars", "It is a brand new area of study that focuses on the application of machine learning to see how computers can help", "People have been interested in this area for centuries but only recently applied technology to it" ], [ "These sets of criminals are often shown to have similar socioeconomic backgrounds", "This occurs when people are making judgements but not computers", "This perpetuates the belief in the area of study that should not be held up", "These coincidences are held under scrutiny and often disproved" ], [ "We post pictures of ourselves online that we think are attractive to gain approval from specific people whose eyes we want to catch", "Regular people can use their social media accounts to help locate bad people before crimes are committed, because people are better at this than computers", "People know their photos are being judged by others when they post them so they critically judge them themselves first", "The application of machine learning in the study of social media photos could make it easier to find criminals before they commit cimes" ], [ "This type of task is good at identifying petty criminals but not more dangerous ones like murderers", "If you only study men in these examples we cannot know how to locate females who may be a danger to those around them", "They did not study enough types of facial expressions ", "Very different conclusions can be drawn from different images of the same person" ], [ "It is flimsy and relies on too many assumptions", "It is useful once someone is accused of a crime but not beforehand", "It deserves more attention but from people outside of tech", "It is a promising but little-understood field of study " ] ]

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[ [ "form our impressions of them. Jimmy Savile's appearance was unusual", "in that recent BBC documentary. Savile's vague resemblance to the", "in the company of Jimmy Savile, there was disbelief across", "BBC, some blamed those in Savile's immediate circle, but others", "a supposedly incontrovertible truth: that Savile's criminal tendencies could", "stop Savile from committing his crimes. Some blamed the BBC,", "When the BBC broadcast the recent documentary by Louis Theroux", "\"He literally couldn't look more like a paedophile,\"", "When retired teacher Christopher Jefferies was held by police", "BBC Future article from 2015 even describes the 'discipline'", "Louis Theroux programme from 2000 that was reexamined in", "After performing a number of autopsies on criminals, the Italian physician claimed to have discovered a number of common characteristics, and it's worth listing them if only to establish the supposed criminality of pretty much everyone you know:", "The aforementioned study at Shanghai's Jiao Tong University, with its enthusiastic, data-driven analyses of such questions as \"What features of a human face betray its owner's propensity for crimes?\" prompted a wave of press coverage.", "We know that paedophiles, murderers and other violent criminals", "Hancock describes attending a conference where one speaker showed", "for example, political leanings, sexual orientation and criminality. One BBC", "it reinforces the idea of what a paedophile might 'look", "The vision outlined in these articles is of an unethical", "features, his eyes, his hair. Moreover, this has nothing to", "Todorov is scathing about this paper, too. \"The main" ], [ "In other words, your appearance is affected by the kind of life you've led, so the classifiers within the computer program are simply distinguishing between different demographics rather than detecting a propensity for criminal behaviour.", "The only attributes that we're reasonably good at detecting,", "photos might even appear attractive. But the idea that someone's", "not least because different images of the same people can prompt", "features, his eyes, his hair. Moreover, this has nothing to", "The aforementioned study at Shanghai's Jiao Tong University, with its enthusiastic, data-driven analyses of such questions as \"What features of a human face betray its owner's propensity for crimes?\" prompted a wave of press coverage.", "[to the picture], but when you look at it you", "by comparing human faces to those of animals, suggested that", "In a social media age, the pictures we choose to represent ourselves online are a form of self-presentation driven by those social attributions and the knowledge that our pictures are being judged.", "In other words, they believe that they've found a relationship between looking like a criminal and actually being one.", "Experiments at Princeton found that we take less than", "take a given face and use computer software to make it", "responses, particularly when it comes to photos on dating profiles:", "have been picked up at the time. His looks, they", "main problem is the sampling of the images,\" he says.", "Data-driven studies, based upon huge quantities of facial data,", "blending together certain types of faces) doesn't give us useful", "people's attitudes toward certain faces, but it doesn't follow that", "opinion of strangers from their pictures, and those opinions tend", "over the years. Physiognomy, the 'science' of judging people" ], [ "In a social media age, the pictures we choose to represent ourselves online are a form of self-presentation driven by those social attributions and the knowledge that our pictures are being judged.", "While it's true that we judge books by their", "people's attitudes toward certain faces, but it doesn't follow that", "over the years. Physiognomy, the 'science' of judging people", "In other words, your appearance is affected by the kind of life you've led, so the classifiers within the computer program are simply distinguishing between different demographics rather than detecting a propensity for criminal behaviour.", "photos might even appear attractive. But the idea that someone's", "The aforementioned study at Shanghai's Jiao Tong University, with its enthusiastic, data-driven analyses of such questions as \"What features of a human face betray its owner's propensity for crimes?\" prompted a wave of press coverage.", "In other words, they believe that they've found a relationship between looking like a criminal and actually being one.", "not least because different images of the same people can prompt", "don't assess faces in the same way that we do,\"", "Alexander Todorov, professor of psychology at Princeton University, calls an", "The only attributes that we're reasonably good at detecting,", "We attribute social characteristics based on opinions we already hold", "opinion of strangers from their pictures, and those opinions tend", "Experiments at Princeton found that we take less than", "Theories of physiognomy, however, would persist beyond the", "blending together certain types of faces) doesn't give us useful", "Data-driven studies, based upon huge quantities of facial data,", "at the face to predict personality and behaviour, but many", "consensual judgments on social attributes?\" they ask. Through a study" ], [ "an 'overgeneralisation hypothesis'. \"People,\" he wrote, \"use easily accessible", "over the years. Physiognomy, the 'science' of judging people", "being incorrectly assessed. After all, false suppositions based on", "regarded as better at everything,\" says Professor Peter Hancock, lecturer", "In a woeful misreading of Darwinian theory, Lombroso unwittingly", "For other traits there's insufficient evidence that our hunches are", "features, his eyes, his hair. Moreover, this has nothing to", "'look like' is unfortunate; not least because it helps to", "pronouncement that \"it is possible to infer character from features\"", "Hancock describes attending a conference where one speaker showed", "After performing a number of autopsies on criminals, the Italian physician claimed to have discovered a number of common characteristics, and it's worth listing them if only to establish the supposed criminality of pretty much everyone you know:", "those who don't. There's evidently some consensus over people's", "It's a claim that's been made many times over", "says. \"There is not enough information about the [nature of]", "centuries, from absurdities such as Vaught's Practical Character Reader", "Todorov is scathing about this paper, too. \"The main", "Lavater's work was criticised for being ridden with bias", "We attribute social characteristics based on opinions we already hold", "Alexander Todorov, professor of psychology at Princeton University, calls an", "good at everything else, too. We don't have good insight" ], [ "Theories of physiognomy, however, would persist beyond the", "over the years. Physiognomy, the 'science' of judging people", "The revitalisation of the theory of physiognomy by the", "IIII, which established him as the 'father of Physiognomy'.", "of physiognomy as 'gaining credibility'. But Todorov details many", "\"all men are daily influenced by physiognomy.\"", "of physiognomy, despite its tendency to crumble under the slightest", "some other cultural association. Physiognomy ultimately stems from what Alexander", "not to \"concern myself with false physiognomy, because these", "to 'Physiognomica', a word derived from", "Porta published a book, De humana physiognomonia libri IIII,", "The aforementioned study at Shanghai's Jiao Tong University, with its enthusiastic, data-driven analyses of such questions as \"What features of a human face betray its owner's propensity for crimes?\" prompted a wave of press coverage.", "After performing a number of autopsies on criminals, the Italian physician claimed to have discovered a number of common characteristics, and it's worth listing them if only to establish the supposed criminality of pretty much everyone you know:", "artists to illustrate his popular Essays On Physiognomy – which,", "features, his eyes, his hair. Moreover, this has nothing to", "throughout physiognomic works of the 19th and 20th centuries,", "In other words, they believe that they've found a relationship between looking like a criminal and actually being one.", "Lavater's work was criticised for being ridden with bias", "The only attributes that we're reasonably good at detecting,", "Alexander Todorov, professor of psychology at Princeton University, calls an" ], [ "In other words, they believe that they've found a relationship between looking like a criminal and actually being one.", "The aforementioned study at Shanghai's Jiao Tong University, with its enthusiastic, data-driven analyses of such questions as \"What features of a human face betray its owner's propensity for crimes?\" prompted a wave of press coverage.", "After performing a number of autopsies on criminals, the Italian physician claimed to have discovered a number of common characteristics, and it's worth listing them if only to establish the supposed criminality of pretty much everyone you know:", "In other words, your appearance is affected by the kind of life you've led, so the classifiers within the computer program are simply distinguishing between different demographics rather than detecting a propensity for criminal behaviour.", "black ones as more criminal,\" says Hancock. \"But then they", "over the years. Physiognomy, the 'science' of judging people", "features, his eyes, his hair. Moreover, this has nothing to", "by comparing human faces to those of animals, suggested that", "and establish a likely score for criminality – but Todorov", "criminals come in many shapes and sizes. If we knew", "Criminal Man.", "theory,\" he asks, \"that criminals were anomalous creatures, evolutionary", "Theories of physiognomy, however, would persist beyond the", "In a woeful misreading of Darwinian theory, Lombroso unwittingly", "We know that paedophiles, murderers and other violent criminals", "more inherently troubling volumes such as Cesare Lombroso's Criminal", "Alexander Todorov, professor of psychology at Princeton University, calls an", "features, resulting in suggestions that our faces can betray, for", "not least because different images of the same people can prompt", "of] the images of the people who were convicted. Second," ], [ "While it's true that we judge books by their", "but he was right in one respect: \"Whether they are", "it look more or less trustworthy,\" says Hancock. \"I remember", "It's a claim that's been made many times over", "The only attributes that we're reasonably good at detecting,", "Experiments at Princeton found that we take less than", "Hancock describes attending a conference where one speaker showed", "After performing a number of autopsies on criminals, the Italian physician claimed to have discovered a number of common characteristics, and it's worth listing them if only to establish the supposed criminality of pretty much everyone you know:", "In the early 16th century, Leonardo da Vinci claimed not", "being incorrectly assessed. After all, false suppositions based on", "Todorov is scathing about this paper, too. \"The main", "Della Porta's thinking was based on the 'doctrine of", "For other traits there's insufficient evidence that our hunches are", "those who don't. There's evidently some consensus over people's", "Many studies have been done into our psychological response to", "are or are not sensible of it,\" he wrote, \"all", "and vanity, but are more about a fear of being", "says. \"There is not enough information about the [nature of]", "features, his eyes, his hair. Moreover, this has nothing to", "not least because different images of the same people can prompt" ], [ "the Shanghai students is, according to Todorov, deeply problematic on", "Xi Zhang of Shanghai's Jiao Tong University, claims to", "The aforementioned study at Shanghai's Jiao Tong University, with its enthusiastic, data-driven analyses of such questions as \"What features of a human face betray its owner's propensity for crimes?\" prompted a wave of press coverage.", "A recent paper, published by Xiaolin Wu and Xi", "many problems with these studies, pointing out the challenging nature", "Second, clearly, there are huge differences between the two samples", "Todorov is scathing about this paper, too. \"The main", "Lavater's work was criticised for being ridden with bias", "Many studies have been done into our psychological response to", "In other words, they believe that they've found a relationship between looking like a criminal and actually being one.", "says. \"There is not enough information about the [nature of]", "being incorrectly assessed. After all, false suppositions based on", "BBC Future article from 2015 even describes the 'discipline'", "Data-driven studies, based upon huge quantities of facial data,", "Hancock describes attending a conference where one speaker showed", "Bang is convenient but ultimately misleading, and the way it", "Experiments at Princeton found that we take less than", "students (who were mostly white) and asked them what they", "main problem is the sampling of the images,\" he says.", "data, would seem to offer the final word on this." ], [ "Theories of physiognomy, however, would persist beyond the", "over the years. Physiognomy, the 'science' of judging people", "The revitalisation of the theory of physiognomy by the", "IIII, which established him as the 'father of Physiognomy'.", "of physiognomy as 'gaining credibility'. But Todorov details many", "Porta published a book, De humana physiognomonia libri IIII,", "\"all men are daily influenced by physiognomy.\"", "artists to illustrate his popular Essays On Physiognomy – which,", "to 'Physiognomica', a word derived from", "of physiognomy, despite its tendency to crumble under the slightest", "Lavater's work was criticised for being ridden with bias", "some other cultural association. Physiognomy ultimately stems from what Alexander", "not to \"concern myself with false physiognomy, because these", "The aforementioned study at Shanghai's Jiao Tong University, with its enthusiastic, data-driven analyses of such questions as \"What features of a human face betray its owner's propensity for crimes?\" prompted a wave of press coverage.", "After performing a number of autopsies on criminals, the Italian physician claimed to have discovered a number of common characteristics, and it's worth listing them if only to establish the supposed criminality of pretty much everyone you know:", "features, his eyes, his hair. Moreover, this has nothing to", "throughout physiognomic works of the 19th and 20th centuries,", "In a woeful misreading of Darwinian theory, Lombroso unwittingly", "Alexander Todorov, professor of psychology at Princeton University, calls an", "pronouncement that \"it is possible to infer character from features\"" ] ]

[ "How does the narrator feel about his special ability?", "Which is not a reason the narrator did not tell anyone about the bomb when he discovered it?", "Which is the best description of how Julia reacted to the narrator trying to take her bag?", "What is Julia's role in the existence of the bomb?", "What is the role of the stewardess in the bomb situation?", "Which is the best description of why Julia and the narrator decide not to report their bags stolen?", "Which is likely true about Julia's sister given the information in the story?", "What likely happens to the narrator after the story ends?", "Why did the dumpy man not start running when he picked up the suitcases?" ]

[ [ "He doesn't find it that useful most of the time but he does consistently use it in specific situations", "He finds it to be his greatest source of amusement, and enjoys keeping secrets of what others carry", "He is glad he has this ability instead of a different more dangerous one", "He is disappointed he cannot tell anyone about it because he wants to show it off" ], [ "He did not want to have to explain how he knew it was there", "He figured it was futile, if there were no specialists to disarm it on board", "He thought he might be able to keep it from becoming dangerous if he tried hard enough", "He did not want to be asked to diffuse it because he did not know how" ], [ "She was surprised enough by the request that she wasn't quite sure how to react", "She was unsettled because a strange man had approached her trying to take her things", "She was nervous because she thought the narrator had figured out her plan and the existence of the bomb", "She was frustrated with him for further delaying her already postponed trip" ], [ "She tried to off her husband which made him angry and he tried to retaliate", "She is part of a scheme run by a terrorist organization", "She and her sister devised a plan to blow up the ship", "She was likely a target but possibly a co-conspirator" ], [ "She is able to interact with the narrator consistently to keep him calm", "She likely never becomes aware of the situation at all", "She is the first person the narrator confides in about the bomb", "She keeps the passengers calm when she is aware there is a threat" ], [ "They are worried that the bags will be traced back to them and they'll get caught", "They don't want to get mixed up in the investigation of the explosives", "It is the cleanest way to enact their plan and they don't need to be involved anymore", "They don't want to be tied to the death of a known thief, as the police might think they retaliated" ], [ "She and Julia have a very close bond ", "She has enough money that she is comfortable calling taxis instead of driving with visitors are in town", "She was in on the plan with Julia's husband", "She is flaky and can't be trusted when it comes to travel plans" ], [ "He eventually makes his meeting but is too shaken up to successfully close the sale", "He and Julia get together after Julia's divorce", "The narrator stays with Julia's sister on his trip and misses his meeting", "He probably returns to his unsatisfying life negotiating printing orders" ], [ "He knew there was a bomb and didn't want to jostle it before he retrieved the other contents", "He didn't know there was a bomb so he had no reason to rush", "He didn't want to arouse suspicion unless he was spotted", "He was too big to be able to move quickly" ] ]

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[ [ "Since then I've kept quiet. At one time I assumed everybody was able\n to sense. I've known better for years. Still, I wonder how many other\n people are as close-mouthed about their special gift as I am about mine.", "Over coffee I explained it all to her, how I had this extrasensory\n ability, how she was the first person I had ever revealed it to, and\n how I had discovered what was in her overnight bag.", "But I've learned to move things. Ever so little. A piece of paper. A\n feather. Once I stopped one of those little glass-enclosed light or", "It started when I was a kid, this business of being able to explore\n the insides of things like purses and sealed boxes and locked drawers", "My heart was beating in jackhammer rhythm; my mouth was dry and my mind\n was numb. Tell somebody about the bomb before it's too late! No, they'd", "So I'm stuck with a talent I've found little real use for. Except that\n it amuses me. Sometimes. Not like this time on the plane.", "To my horror I found that the balance wheel was rocking again. Closing\n my eyes and gritting my teeth, I forced my senses to the wheel, tugging\n and pulling and shoving and pushing until it finally stopped.", "there looking at me as if I had gone out of my mind. Her eyes were blue\n and brown-flecked, very pretty eyes, and my thought at the moment was,", "a little. It was a bright, cheery thing. I had the feeling it was all\n for me. \"That's where I was going when you caught up with me.\"", "entered into a union with it so strong that after I had reduced it to\n immobility, it was like waking when I opened my eyes.\nThe baggage claim attendant was staring at me. For only a moment I", "was ready to yell at him. But then, matching numbers on the tags with\n his eyes, his hand grasped the handle of my own suitcase and pushed it\n toward me.", "I used to think that some day I'd make a lot of money out of it, but\n how? I can't read thoughts. I can't even be sure what some of the\n things I sense in probing really are.", "I turned my back to him, put down my suitcase, leaned against the\n counter and reached out for the wheel. I found I could reach the\n device, but it was far away. When I tried to dampen it, the wheel\n escaped my grasp.", "sister.\" Her smile was bleak. \"I see now why he wanted to put in those\n books. I'd finished packing and was in the bathroom. He said he'd put", "close to bawling again. Then she recovered and said, \"I'm not sure I\n want to know.\" I admired her for saying it. Joe must have been crazy.", "Nuts to wild talents! Mine was no\n \nsatisfaction, never earned me a penny—and\n \nnow it had me fighting for my life in", "\"Joe did,\" she said in a toneless voice, not looking at me any more but\n staring vacantly across the room. \"Joe put it there.\" Behind her eyes\n she was reliving some recent scene.", "Then, little by little, it started to slow its beat. But I could not\n afford to relax. I pushed and pulled and didn't dare release my hold\n until it came to a dead stop.\n\n\n \"Anything the matter?\"", "I didn't listen for the rest. I went into the booth, closed the door,\n pretended to drop a coin and dial a number. But all the time I was in", "stared back. Then I quickly reached for my baggage check and presented\n it to him. His hand hovered over the handle of the little red bag and I" ], [ "My heart was beating in jackhammer rhythm; my mouth was dry and my mind\n was numb. Tell somebody about the bomb before it's too late! No, they'd", "\"Hey, officer, let me tell you about a bomb in a little red bag.\" But\n I didn't. I didn't because I caught a movement at the baggage claim\n counter out of the side of my eye.", "Maybe I could convince them I could stop a clock—but not before the\n bomb exploded. And then what? My secret would be out and my life would", "bomb in her bag, that she had noticed a ticking and had become worried\n because she knew she hadn't packed a clock. It wasn't good, but it\n would have to do.", "through the terminal and out the entrance and away, but I could not. I\n had my suitcase to get, for one thing. The damned bomb was the other.", "think I put it there. Besides, what good would it do? There would be\n panic and they'd never get the plane down in time—if they believed me.", "During the telling, her untouched coffee grew a skin, her face grew\n pale, her eyes grew less curious and more troubled. There were tears\n there when I finished. I asked her who put the bomb in her bag.", "All right, so I had stopped the bomb's timer. My mind raced ahead to\n the landing. When they unloaded the luggage, the balance wheel would", "I never did find my suitcase because I found the bomb first.\nThe bomb was in a small bag—a woman's bag judging by the soft,", "flimsy things you'd never find in a man's—and I didn't know it was a\n bomb right away. I thought it was just a clock, one of those small,", "I shook my head. \"Just waiting.\"\n\n\n Just waiting for somebody to pick up a bomb.", "bag inside and there would be an explosion, and I wouldn't be able to\n live with myself.", "close to bawling again. Then she recovered and said, \"I'm not sure I\n want to know.\" I admired her for saying it. Joe must have been crazy.", "determine who had got the one with the bomb. Now all that was left was\n the attendant and I had two bags—my own battered veteran of years, and\n a fine new red overnight case, small enough to be the one.", "\"That he did,\" I said.\n\n\n Just then the airport policeman started across the street from the\n parking lot. Redcap said, \"Better tell him about it.\"", "I said, \"What happens if nobody claims it?\"\n\n\n \"Take it inside. Why?\"\n\n\n He was getting too curious. \"Oh, I just wondered, that's all.\"", "\"I—I don't care about mine. I didn't have much of anything in it.\"\n\n\n \"I feel the same way,\" I said. \"Would it be all right if we didn't\n bother to report it?\"", "quiet alarms. I was going to pass it by and go on, but what held me\n was that something was taped to it. By the feel, I knew it must be", "I'm glad the bomb didn't go off; these eyes wouldn't be looking at me\n or anything else right now if it had.", "It was impossible to tell from this distance just which bag contained\n the bomb; I could hardly identify my own scarred suitcase. The" ], [ "The dumpy man I'd seen was walking off; Julia's bag in his right hand,\n mine in his left. He seemed in no hurry.\n\n\n \"Hey!\" I shouted, starting toward him.", "\"For God's sake!\" I took the case. She offered no resistance. I put her\n bag and mine next to the booth. When I turned around she was standing", "\"It's a matter of life or death,\" I said. I wanted to wrest the bag\n from her and hurl it out through the doorway into the street, but I\n restrained myself.", "stared back. Then I quickly reached for my baggage check and presented\n it to him. His hand hovered over the handle of the little red bag and I", "\"I'd rather not then,\" Julia said. She turned to me. \"I'd like some\n air. Can't we walk a little?\"\n\n\n \"Sure,\" I said.", "\"Just a moment,\" I found myself saying, grabbing my bag and hurrying\n after her.\nAt her side and a little ahead of her, I said, \"Listen to me.\"", "The clerk took it, nodded, and in a moment brought out the overnight\n case and set it on the scales. The girl thanked him, picked it up,\n glanced at me indifferently, and then started for the entrance with it.", "entered into a union with it so strong that after I had reduced it to\n immobility, it was like waking when I opened my eyes.\nThe baggage claim attendant was staring at me. For only a moment I", "looking straight at me. I didn't want her to think I had taken it while\n she was out of the room, so I probed the contents of her purse, which", "During the telling, her untouched coffee grew a skin, her face grew\n pale, her eyes grew less curious and more troubled. There were tears\n there when I finished. I asked her who put the bomb in her bag.", "But we never left the spot because an explosion some blocks distant\n shattered the air. Julia's hand grasped my arm. Hard.\n\n\n \"Jets,\" the redcap said, eying the sky.", "walked back to the entranceway where Julia was standing with the\n redcap, who said, \"That man steal them suitcases?\"", "\"Bag? Suitcase?\" he mumbled. Then he became excited. \"Why, a man just\n stepped out of here—\" He turned to look down the street. \"That's him.\"", "The man turned, took one look at me, and started to run. He came\n abreast an old gray, mud-spattered coupe, ran around, opened the door\n and threw both bags into the rear seat as he got in.", "airport policeman. After I explained it to her, the girl—she said her\n name was Julia Claremont—agreed to tell him she thought there was a", "bomb in her bag, that she had noticed a ticking and had become worried\n because she knew she hadn't packed a clock. It wasn't good, but it\n would have to do.", "Over coffee I explained it all to her, how I had this extrasensory\n ability, how she was the first person I had ever revealed it to, and\n how I had discovered what was in her overnight bag.", "\"Please put the bag down. Over there.\" I indicated a spot beside a\n telephone booth where it would be out of the way.", "determine who had got the one with the bomb. Now all that was left was\n the attendant and I had two bags—my own battered veteran of years, and\n a fine new red overnight case, small enough to be the one.", "I closed my eyes, forced my mind back to the luggage compartment, spent\n a frantic moment before I found the bag again. I had to stop that" ], [ "But we never left the spot because an explosion some blocks distant\n shattered the air. Julia's hand grasped my arm. Hard.\n\n\n \"Jets,\" the redcap said, eying the sky.", "bomb in her bag, that she had noticed a ticking and had become worried\n because she knew she hadn't packed a clock. It wasn't good, but it\n would have to do.", "During the telling, her untouched coffee grew a skin, her face grew\n pale, her eyes grew less curious and more troubled. There were tears\n there when I finished. I asked her who put the bomb in her bag.", "\"I'd rather not then,\" Julia said. She turned to me. \"I'd like some\n air. Can't we walk a little?\"\n\n\n \"Sure,\" I said.", "airport policeman. After I explained it to her, the girl—she said her\n name was Julia Claremont—agreed to tell him she thought there was a", "My heart was beating in jackhammer rhythm; my mouth was dry and my mind\n was numb. Tell somebody about the bomb before it's too late! No, they'd", "The dumpy man I'd seen was walking off; Julia's bag in his right hand,\n mine in his left. He seemed in no hurry.\n\n\n \"Hey!\" I shouted, starting toward him.", "through the terminal and out the entrance and away, but I could not. I\n had my suitcase to get, for one thing. The damned bomb was the other.", "Maybe I could convince them I could stop a clock—but not before the\n bomb exploded. And then what? My secret would be out and my life would", "All right, so I had stopped the bomb's timer. My mind raced ahead to\n the landing. When they unloaded the luggage, the balance wheel would", "was all right. I didn't want to see him. I didn't know what Julia was\n thinking.", "I never did find my suitcase because I found the bomb first.\nThe bomb was in a small bag—a woman's bag judging by the soft,", "determine who had got the one with the bomb. Now all that was left was\n the attendant and I had two bags—my own battered veteran of years, and\n a fine new red overnight case, small enough to be the one.", "\"Joe did,\" she said in a toneless voice, not looking at me any more but\n staring vacantly across the room. \"Joe put it there.\" Behind her eyes\n she was reliving some recent scene.", "\"Hey, officer, let me tell you about a bomb in a little red bag.\" But\n I didn't. I didn't because I caught a movement at the baggage claim\n counter out of the side of my eye.", "I shook my head. \"Just waiting.\"\n\n\n Just waiting for somebody to pick up a bomb.", "flimsy things you'd never find in a man's—and I didn't know it was a\n bomb right away. I thought it was just a clock, one of those small,", "walked back to the entranceway where Julia was standing with the\n redcap, who said, \"That man steal them suitcases?\"", "think I put it there. Besides, what good would it do? There would be\n panic and they'd never get the plane down in time—if they believed me.", "The girl said, \"Why?\" I was beginning to think it was the only word she\n knew. At the same time I was wondering why anyone would want to kill\n someone so lovely." ], [ "think I put it there. Besides, what good would it do? There would be\n panic and they'd never get the plane down in time—if they believed me.", "\"Sir.\" My head jerked around. The stewardess stood in the aisle,\n smiling, extending a tray to me, a brown plastic tray bearing a small", "I looked down at the coffee cup I had crushed in my hands. Then I\n looked up into the eyes of the stewardess. I handed it to her. She took\n it without a word and went away.", "determine who had got the one with the bomb. Now all that was left was\n the attendant and I had two bags—my own battered veteran of years, and\n a fine new red overnight case, small enough to be the one.", "I blinked my eyes open and looked around. The blonde in the plane stood\n there looking very fresh and bright and unconcerned. In her right hand\n she had a green baggage claim check.", "All right, so I had stopped the bomb's timer. My mind raced ahead to\n the landing. When they unloaded the luggage, the balance wheel would", "I had seen her in the concourse and at the gate, a shapely thing. Now\n she had crossed her legs and I was privileged to view a trim ankle and", "bomb in her bag, that she had noticed a ticking and had become worried\n because she knew she hadn't packed a clock. It wasn't good, but it\n would have to do.", "I never did find my suitcase because I found the bomb first.\nThe bomb was in a small bag—a woman's bag judging by the soft,", "\"Must have been dreaming,\" I said as I rang for the stewardess. When\n she came I told her I'd take some of that coffee now. No, nothing else,", "\"Hey, officer, let me tell you about a bomb in a little red bag.\" But\n I didn't. I didn't because I caught a movement at the baggage claim\n counter out of the side of my eye.", "Soon the stewardesses would bring coffee and doughnuts around, so I\n contented myself with looking at the clouds and trying to think about", "It was only a few minutes to landing, but they became the longest\n minutes of my life as time after time I stopped the rocking wheel when\n the plane dipped and bumped to a landing.", "During the telling, her untouched coffee grew a skin, her face grew\n pale, her eyes grew less curious and more troubled. There were tears\n there when I finished. I asked her who put the bomb in her bag.", "airport policeman. After I explained it to her, the girl—she said her\n name was Julia Claremont—agreed to tell him she thought there was a", "The woman beside me stirred, sat up suddenly and looked across me out\n the window. \"Where are we?\" she asked in a surprised voice. I told her", "inside in time to see him enter through a side door and deposit the bag\n on the scales at the airline desk and say something to the clerk. The\n clerk nodded and moved the bag to the rear room.", "through the terminal and out the entrance and away, but I could not. I\n had my suitcase to get, for one thing. The damned bomb was the other.", "returned my attention to the inside of the plane, to the overstuffed\n gray-haired woman asleep beside me, to the backs of heads in seats", "My heart was beating in jackhammer rhythm; my mouth was dry and my mind\n was numb. Tell somebody about the bomb before it's too late! No, they'd" ], [ "The dumpy man I'd seen was walking off; Julia's bag in his right hand,\n mine in his left. He seemed in no hurry.\n\n\n \"Hey!\" I shouted, starting toward him.", "\"I—I don't care about mine. I didn't have much of anything in it.\"\n\n\n \"I feel the same way,\" I said. \"Would it be all right if we didn't\n bother to report it?\"", "\"I'd rather not then,\" Julia said. She turned to me. \"I'd like some\n air. Can't we walk a little?\"\n\n\n \"Sure,\" I said.", "walked back to the entranceway where Julia was standing with the\n redcap, who said, \"That man steal them suitcases?\"", "But we never left the spot because an explosion some blocks distant\n shattered the air. Julia's hand grasped my arm. Hard.\n\n\n \"Jets,\" the redcap said, eying the sky.", "\"Hey, officer, let me tell you about a bomb in a little red bag.\" But\n I didn't. I didn't because I caught a movement at the baggage claim\n counter out of the side of my eye.", "\"It's a matter of life or death,\" I said. I wanted to wrest the bag\n from her and hurl it out through the doorway into the street, but I\n restrained myself.", "\"Gladly. Let me buy you a cup of coffee and I'll explain.\"\n\n\n She glanced at the bags. I told her they'd be all right. We followed\n the short, fat man into the coffee shop.", "determine who had got the one with the bomb. Now all that was left was\n the attendant and I had two bags—my own battered veteran of years, and\n a fine new red overnight case, small enough to be the one.", "airport policeman. After I explained it to her, the girl—she said her\n name was Julia Claremont—agreed to tell him she thought there was a", "\"For God's sake!\" I took the case. She offered no resistance. I put her\n bag and mine next to the booth. When I turned around she was standing", "looking straight at me. I didn't want her to think I had taken it while\n she was out of the room, so I probed the contents of her purse, which", "During the telling, her untouched coffee grew a skin, her face grew\n pale, her eyes grew less curious and more troubled. There were tears\n there when I finished. I asked her who put the bomb in her bag.", "I lit another cigarette and glanced now and then toward the baggage\n claim area. The red bag was still there. All sorts of theories ran\n through my head as to why it should still be there, and none satisfied\n me.", "stared back. Then I quickly reached for my baggage check and presented\n it to him. His hand hovered over the handle of the little red bag and I", "\"Bag? Suitcase?\" he mumbled. Then he became excited. \"Why, a man just\n stepped out of here—\" He turned to look down the street. \"That's him.\"", "The man turned, took one look at me, and started to run. He came\n abreast an old gray, mud-spattered coupe, ran around, opened the door\n and threw both bags into the rear seat as he got in.", "was all right. I didn't want to see him. I didn't know what Julia was\n thinking.", "bomb in her bag, that she had noticed a ticking and had become worried\n because she knew she hadn't packed a clock. It wasn't good, but it\n would have to do.", "The clerk took it, nodded, and in a moment brought out the overnight\n case and set it on the scales. The girl thanked him, picked it up,\n glanced at me indifferently, and then started for the entrance with it." ], [ "\"I'd rather not then,\" Julia said. She turned to me. \"I'd like some\n air. Can't we walk a little?\"\n\n\n \"Sure,\" I said.", "sister.\" Her smile was bleak. \"I see now why he wanted to put in those\n books. I'd finished packing and was in the bathroom. He said he'd put", "\"Joe did,\" she said in a toneless voice, not looking at me any more but\n staring vacantly across the room. \"Joe put it there.\" Behind her eyes\n she was reliving some recent scene.", "was all right. I didn't want to see him. I didn't know what Julia was\n thinking.", "close to bawling again. Then she recovered and said, \"I'm not sure I\n want to know.\" I admired her for saying it. Joe must have been crazy.", "in some books we'd both finished reading—for my sister. That's when he\n must have put the—put it in there.\"", "During the telling, her untouched coffee grew a skin, her face grew\n pale, her eyes grew less curious and more troubled. There were tears\n there when I finished. I asked her who put the bomb in her bag.", "people had. She said she had called her sister and the phone was busy\n for a long while.", "But we never left the spot because an explosion some blocks distant\n shattered the air. Julia's hand grasped my arm. Hard.\n\n\n \"Jets,\" the redcap said, eying the sky.", "airport policeman. After I explained it to her, the girl—she said her\n name was Julia Claremont—agreed to tell him she thought there was a", "The girl said, \"Why?\" I was beginning to think it was the only word she\n knew. At the same time I was wondering why anyone would want to kill\n someone so lovely.", "The dumpy man I'd seen was walking off; Julia's bag in his right hand,\n mine in his left. He seemed in no hurry.\n\n\n \"Hey!\" I shouted, starting toward him.", "looking straight at me. I didn't want her to think I had taken it while\n she was out of the room, so I probed the contents of her purse, which", "of the other kids. This was the punishment for some minor infraction.\n Lunchtime was nearly over and we'd both finished eating; she said she'd", "\"It's a matter of life or death,\" I said. I wanted to wrest the bag\n from her and hurl it out through the doorway into the street, but I\n restrained myself.", "\"My husband.\" I thought she was going to really bawl, but she got\n control again. \"This trip was his idea, my coming down here to visit my", "there looking at me as if I had gone out of my mind. Her eyes were blue\n and brown-flecked, very pretty eyes, and my thought at the moment was,", "Like this woman next to me. She had a short, cylindrical metal object\n in her purse with waxlike stuff inside it—a lipstick. A round, hard", "bomb in her bag, that she had noticed a ticking and had become worried\n because she knew she hadn't packed a clock. It wasn't good, but it\n would have to do.", "She stopped and stared. I noticed a short, fat man in a rumpled\n suitcoat and unpressed pants staring, too. Ignoring him, I said," ], [ "\"Joe did,\" she said in a toneless voice, not looking at me any more but\n staring vacantly across the room. \"Joe put it there.\" Behind her eyes\n she was reliving some recent scene.", "During the telling, her untouched coffee grew a skin, her face grew\n pale, her eyes grew less curious and more troubled. There were tears\n there when I finished. I asked her who put the bomb in her bag.", "close to bawling again. Then she recovered and said, \"I'm not sure I\n want to know.\" I admired her for saying it. Joe must have been crazy.", "My heart was beating in jackhammer rhythm; my mouth was dry and my mind\n was numb. Tell somebody about the bomb before it's too late! No, they'd", "sister.\" Her smile was bleak. \"I see now why he wanted to put in those\n books. I'd finished packing and was in the bathroom. He said he'd put", "\"That he did,\" I said.\n\n\n Just then the airport policeman started across the street from the\n parking lot. Redcap said, \"Better tell him about it.\"", "\"Bag? Suitcase?\" he mumbled. Then he became excited. \"Why, a man just\n stepped out of here—\" He turned to look down the street. \"That's him.\"", "I said, \"What happens if nobody claims it?\"\n\n\n \"Take it inside. Why?\"\n\n\n He was getting too curious. \"Oh, I just wondered, that's all.\"", "The man turned, took one look at me, and started to run. He came\n abreast an old gray, mud-spattered coupe, ran around, opened the door\n and threw both bags into the rear seat as he got in.", "Then, little by little, it started to slow its beat. But I could not\n afford to relax. I pushed and pulled and didn't dare release my hold\n until it came to a dead stop.\n\n\n \"Anything the matter?\"", "something very mundane, the matter of a printing order. But what could\n I do? If I left the airport, the attendant would eventually take the", "entered into a union with it so strong that after I had reduced it to\n immobility, it was like waking when I opened my eyes.\nThe baggage claim attendant was staring at me. For only a moment I", "inside in time to see him enter through a side door and deposit the bag\n on the scales at the airline desk and say something to the clerk. The\n clerk nodded and moved the bag to the rear room.", "\"Gladly. Let me buy you a cup of coffee and I'll explain.\"\n\n\n She glanced at the bags. I told her they'd be all right. We followed\n the short, fat man into the coffee shop.", "I lit another cigarette and glanced now and then toward the baggage\n claim area. The red bag was still there. All sorts of theories ran\n through my head as to why it should still be there, and none satisfied\n me.", "I didn't listen for the rest. I went into the booth, closed the door,\n pretended to drop a coin and dial a number. But all the time I was in", "\"It's a matter of life or death,\" I said. I wanted to wrest the bag\n from her and hurl it out through the doorway into the street, but I\n restrained myself.", "\"My husband.\" I thought she was going to really bawl, but she got\n control again. \"This trip was his idea, my coming down here to visit my", "\"Yeah.\" He was so bored I was tempted to tell him what was in it. But\n he was eying me with a \"well-why-don't-you-get-along?\" look.", "I was standing. I didn't know whether to stay or run, imagining the\n balance wheel now happily rocking again. The load went past me down a\n ramp to the front of the air terminal where the luggage was unloaded" ], [ "The dumpy man I'd seen was walking off; Julia's bag in his right hand,\n mine in his left. He seemed in no hurry.\n\n\n \"Hey!\" I shouted, starting toward him.", "\"Bag? Suitcase?\" he mumbled. Then he became excited. \"Why, a man just\n stepped out of here—\" He turned to look down the street. \"That's him.\"", "The man turned, took one look at me, and started to run. He came\n abreast an old gray, mud-spattered coupe, ran around, opened the door\n and threw both bags into the rear seat as he got in.", "was ready to yell at him. But then, matching numbers on the tags with\n his eyes, his hand grasped the handle of my own suitcase and pushed it\n toward me.", "She stopped and stared. I noticed a short, fat man in a rumpled\n suitcoat and unpressed pants staring, too. Ignoring him, I said,", "through the terminal and out the entrance and away, but I could not. I\n had my suitcase to get, for one thing. The damned bomb was the other.", "inside in time to see him enter through a side door and deposit the bag\n on the scales at the airline desk and say something to the clerk. The\n clerk nodded and moved the bag to the rear room.", "determine who had got the one with the bomb. Now all that was left was\n the attendant and I had two bags—my own battered veteran of years, and\n a fine new red overnight case, small enough to be the one.", "The clerk took it, nodded, and in a moment brought out the overnight\n case and set it on the scales. The girl thanked him, picked it up,\n glanced at me indifferently, and then started for the entrance with it.", "stared back. Then I quickly reached for my baggage check and presented\n it to him. His hand hovered over the handle of the little red bag and I", "I ran to the entrance and nearly collided with the redcap.\n\n\n \"See anybody go out of here with a little red bag and an old battered\n suitcase?\"", "I was standing. I didn't know whether to stay or run, imagining the\n balance wheel now happily rocking again. The load went past me down a\n ramp to the front of the air terminal where the luggage was unloaded", "\"That he did,\" I said.\n\n\n Just then the airport policeman started across the street from the\n parking lot. Redcap said, \"Better tell him about it.\"", "The attendant had picked up the bag and was walking with it up the ramp\n to the rear of the air terminal. Picking up my own suitcase, I went", "It was impossible to tell from this distance just which bag contained\n the bomb; I could hardly identify my own scarred suitcase. The", "I never did find my suitcase because I found the bomb first.\nThe bomb was in a small bag—a woman's bag judging by the soft,", "I lit another cigarette and glanced now and then toward the baggage\n claim area. The red bag was still there. All sorts of theories ran\n through my head as to why it should still be there, and none satisfied\n me.", "walked back to the entranceway where Julia was standing with the\n redcap, who said, \"That man steal them suitcases?\"", "\"Hey, officer, let me tell you about a bomb in a little red bag.\" But\n I didn't. I didn't because I caught a movement at the baggage claim\n counter out of the side of my eye.", "\"Gladly. Let me buy you a cup of coffee and I'll explain.\"\n\n\n She glanced at the bags. I told her they'd be all right. We followed\n the short, fat man into the coffee shop." ] ]

[ "Which of these is not true about the helmet the young boy wears?", "What is the significance of the story's title?", "What is not true about Dr. Melrose?", "What is the significance of the conference that Dr. Lessing is invited to?", "What is the significance of the idea of authority?", "Why does Dr. Melrose think it is bad to have authority in their field? ", "Which is the best representation of Dr. Lessing's worries about his book?", "What is the best representation of the significance of the boy who falls sick at the end? " ]

[ [ "It is entirely made of plastic", "He chose to wear it because he knows it's good for him", "It is for the protection of adults as much as the boy", "It makes him feel trapped while wearing it" ], [ "It shows how disorganized Dr. Lessing is, and how his mind cannot stay on a single path", "It signals the importance of outdoor activity for the development of the children being studied", "It points to the confusion around the data and potential conclusions in this field of inquiry", "It represents the environment of The Farm, where the special children live" ], [ "He is curious to learn what others think about the issues in the field", "He wants to try to teach the children to use their abilities", "He is dedicated to the pursuit of true understanding of phenomena", "He has no qualms about tearing down a fellow researcher" ], [ "Invitations are the primary source of imposter syndrome for scientists in this field", "It shows that Dr. Melrose has more control in the field that we realize ", "It offers a chance for Dr. Lessing to get feedback on the parts of his theories he's not certain of", "It serves as an opportunity for Dr. Lessing to publicize his book" ], [ "It is the only way Dr. Lessing will get enough traction to publish his book", "It is the only thing that drives Dr. Melrose and his goals", "It is one of many concerns the scientists have surrounding their research", "It is the deciding factor in who gets to speak at the major conference" ], [ "The focus of maintaining authority in an area takes away the focus from the quality of work", "People who have titles and recognition are assumed to be at their peak, and their work can only go downhill from there", "It is too easy to disprove any of the conclusions they reach so there is no sense of a true authority that can be trusted", "He thinks having particular authorities takes away the spotlight from potentially important younger researchers" ], [ "He is anxious about the amount of time it will take to revise", "He is concerned that having to back up his claims could keep him from being objective", "He is having second thoughts about his qualifications to publish a volume like this", "He is not sure how he will be able to publish the facts without including the confusing information about the boy" ], [ "It shows that Dr. Melrose could have been right, because this is not consistent with Dr. Lessing's prior conclusions", "The incident is proof that Dr. Lessing should give up on his work", "It means Dr. Lessing's book needs another round of edits which will take a lot of time", "It shows Dr. Melrose where the weak points in Dr. Lessing's work is" ] ]

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[ [ "The boy blinked in amazement, and pulled the grey helmet from his head.\n Lessing felt the familiar prickly feeling run down his scalp as the", "\"Then what?\"\n\n\n Again the mute appeal in the boy's eyes. He groped for words, and none\n came. Finally he said, \"If I could only take this off—\" He fingered\n the grey plastic helmet.", "pale face. The monitor helmet was still on his head. He just sat there,\n gripping a toy fire engine tightly in his hands.", "There was nothing singular about the boy's appearance. He was thin,\n with a pale freckled face and the guileless expression of any normal", "eight-year-old as he blinked across the desk at Lessing. The awkward\n grey monitor-helmet concealed a shock of sandy hair. He sat with a mute", "\"That's right. And it stops things from going in. It's an insulator.\n You need it badly. It would hurt you a great deal if you took it off,\n away from the Farm.\"", "The boy sat stolidly in the corner of the room. He looked up as they\n came in, but there was no flicker of recognition or pleasure on his", "boy stared at him. He could feel deep in his own mind the cold chill\n of terror radiating from the boy. Then, suddenly, it began to fade. A", "fury of busy activity. Occasionally a helmeted supervisor hurried by;\n one waved to them as she rescued a four-year-old from the parallel bars.", "The boy was terrorized. He was literally pulsating with fear.\n\n\n Lessing sat back slowly. \"Tell me about it, Tommy,\" he said gently.", "\"So you bring him down here,\" said Lessing sourly. \"The worst place he\n could be, if something's really wrong.\" He looked across at the boy.\n \"Tommy? Come over and sit down.\"", "of the child's mind like a smothering fog—it was a fearful thing. A\n healthy youngster could survive it, even though the scar remained. But\n this youngster was sick—", "Lessing crossed the room swiftly. \"Tommy,\" he said.\n\n\n The boy didn't even look at him. He stared stupidly at the fire engine.", "\"I—can't get it—off,\" the boy said.\nThe monitor\n, Lessing thought suddenly. Something had suddenly gone", "a brand spanking new one, just fresh out of the pupa, so to speak!\"\n He touched his forehead in a gesture of reverence. \"I bow before the", "\"This kid is driving me nuts,\" said Dorffman through clenched teeth.\n \"He's gone completely hay-wire. Nobody's been able to get near him", "And yet\nan animal instinctively seeks its own protection\n. With\n trembling fingers Lessing reached out and opened the baffle-snap on the\n monitor. \"Take it off, Tommy,\" he whispered.", "\"Are you frightened?\"\n\n\n The boy bit his lip and nodded slowly.\n\n\n \"Of me? Of Dr. Dorffman?\"\n\n\n \"No. Oh, no!\"", "In the main office building they donned the close-fitting psionic\n monitors required of all personnel at the Farm. They were of a\n hard grey plastic material, with a network of wiring buried in the", "A nurse greeted them as they stepped off the elevator. \"We called\n you at the Farm, but you'd already left. The boy—\" She broke off\n helplessly. \"He's sick, Doctor. He's sicker than we ever imagined.\"" ], [ "and deeper into the growing frog until there just isn't any tail any\n more.\" Lessing paused, packing tobacco into his pipe. \"That's why we\n have the Farm—to try to discover why. What forces that potential", "The boy was terrorized. He was literally pulsating with fear.\n\n\n Lessing sat back slowly. \"Tell me about it, Tommy,\" he said gently.", "And yet\nan animal instinctively seeks its own protection\n. With\n trembling fingers Lessing reached out and opened the baffle-snap on the\n monitor. \"Take it off, Tommy,\" he whispered.", "earlier papers had only hinted at the direction he was going—but the\n book would clear away the fog. He scanned the title page proudly. \"A", "though he'd been running all night. There were dark pouches under his\n eyes; his heavy unshaven face seemed to sag at every crease. Lessing\n glanced sharply at his Field Director and sank down behind his desk", "\"That's right. And it stops things from going in. It's an insulator.\n You need it badly. It would hurt you a great deal if you took it off,\n away from the Farm.\"", "\"I—can't get it—off,\" the boy said.\nThe monitor\n, Lessing thought suddenly. Something had suddenly gone", "workers. And in spite of my flippancy, Dr. Lessing, I have never\n imagined for a moment that you were not an acute observer and a\n careful, highly imaginative worker. But suppose I told you, in perfect", "\"Do you know who I am?\"\n\n\n Tommy's eyes shifted haltingly to Lessing's face. He nodded. \"Go away.\"\n\n\n \"Why are you afraid, Tommy?\"", "\"Last year was different.\" Lessing scowled. \"As for our 'fairy tale',\n we happen to have a staggering body of evidence that says that it's\n true.\"", "\"What happened?\"\n\n\n \"Nothing exactly—happened. I don't quite know how to describe it.\"\n She hurried them down the corridor and opened a door into a large\n children's playroom. \"See what you think.\"", ".\"\nLessing and Dorffman rode back to the Hoffman Center in grim silence.\n At first Lessing pretended to work; finally he snapped off the tape", "A nurse greeted them as they stepped off the elevator. \"We called\n you at the Farm, but you'd already left. The boy—\" She broke off\n helplessly. \"He's sick, Doctor. He's sicker than we ever imagined.\"", "place until the tower hung in midair, clearly unsupported. The children\n watched it closely, and the foundation blocks inched still further out\n of place....", "He jumped into a bramble bush and scratched out both his eyes.\nAnd when he saw what he had done, with all his might and main\nHe jumped into another bush and scratched them in again.", "of the child's mind like a smothering fog—it was a fearful thing. A\n healthy youngster could survive it, even though the scar remained. But\n this youngster was sick—", "Lessing crossed the room swiftly. \"Tommy,\" he said.\n\n\n The boy didn't even look at him. He stared stupidly at the fire engine.", "Then, quite casually, Lessing lifted off his monitor. The children\n continued staring at the tower as the screen gave three or four violent\n bursts of green fire and went dark.", "\"Tommy!\" Lessing reached out for the toy. The boy drew back in terror,\n clutching it to his chest. \"Go away,\" he choked. \"Go away, go away—\"", "a brand spanking new one, just fresh out of the pupa, so to speak!\"\n He touched his forehead in a gesture of reverence. \"I bow before the" ], [ "He shut off the scanner and said, \"Send him in, please.\"\nDr. Peter Melrose was tall and thin, with jet black hair and dark", "At his elbow the intercom buzzed. \"A gentleman to see you,\" the girl\n said. \"A Dr. Melrose. He's very impatient, sir.\"", "Melrose paced down the narrow room. \"This is very good,\" he said\n suddenly, his voice earnest. \"You have fine facilities here, good", "Melrose grinned. \"I've heard you have quite a place up here.\"\n\n\n \"It's—unconventional, at any rate,\" Lessing snapped.", "Jack Dorffman burst in: \"What Dr. Lessing is saying is that they seem\n effective for our purposes.\"\n\n\n \"But you don't know why,\" added Melrose.", "\"Fine,\" said Melrose. \"Great. We can't\nprove\nthat, of course, but\n I'll play along.\"", "Lessing frowned. \"Dr. Melrose, I don't quite understand—\"", "Lessing nodded to an attendant, and peered around at Melrose. \"Now, I\n want you to watch this very closely.\"", "\"And as an Authority on psionic behavior patterns,\" said Melrose\n slowly, \"you would kill us then and there. You would strangle us", "smile on his lips as he saw Melrose's face. \"Perhaps you're beginning\n to see what I'm driving at,\" he said slowly.", "\"And you think you have an answer,\" said Melrose.\n\n\n \"We think we might be near an answer. We have a theory that explains\n the available data.\"", "Melrose grinned unpleasantly. \"We're not unreasonable, your Majesty. We\n just ask to be shown. If you dare, that is.\"", "Lessing blinked. \"It's conceivable.\"\n\n\n \"Mmmm,\" said Melrose. \"Sounds like a real firm foundation to build a\n theory on.\"", "great researcher has people like Melrose sniping at him. You just have\n to throw them off and keep going.\"", "\"Yes,\" said Melrose. \"I think I'm beginning to see.\" He scratched his\n jaw. \"You think that it's adult psi-contact that drives the child's", "\"They're perfectly insulated from us,\" said Lessing. \"A variety of\n recording instruments are working. And before you ask, Dr. Melrose,", "workers. And in spite of my flippancy, Dr. Lessing, I have never\n imagined for a moment that you were not an acute observer and a\n careful, highly imaginative worker. But suppose I told you, in perfect", "\"I think you'd better wait before you do that,\" Melrose said sharply,\n \"because I'm planning to take you apart at the Conference next month", "\"Bother lunch.\" He gave Melrose a sidelong glare. \"We've got a guest\n here who's got a lot of words he's going to eat for us....\"", "\"It blocks off all types of psi activity?\" asked Melrose.\n\n\n \"As far as we can measure, yes.\"\n\n\n \"Which may not be very far.\"" ], [ "The other letter cheered him a bit more. It bore the letterhead of the\n International Psionics Conference:\n\n\n Dear Dr. Lessing:", "workers. And in spite of my flippancy, Dr. Lessing, I have never\n imagined for a moment that you were not an acute observer and a\n careful, highly imaginative worker. But suppose I told you, in perfect", "\"You couldn't touch me with a ten foot pole at this conference,\"\n snapped Lessing.", "\"Well, we'll see. You can stay here for a while.\" Lessing nodded at\n Dorffman and stepped into an adjoining room with him. \"You say this has\n been going on for\nthree weeks\n?\"", "Jack Dorffman burst in: \"What Dr. Lessing is saying is that they seem\n effective for our purposes.\"\n\n\n \"But you don't know why,\" added Melrose.", "Lessing groaned. As director of psionic research at the Hoffman Medical\n Center, he had long since learned how administrative detail could suck\n up daytime hours. He knew that his real work was at the Farm—yet he", ".\"\nLessing and Dorffman rode back to the Hoffman Center in grim silence.\n At first Lessing pretended to work; finally he snapped off the tape", "Lessing nodded to an attendant, and peered around at Melrose. \"Now, I\n want you to watch this very closely.\"", "\"If you've come here to be insulting,\" Lessing said coldly, \"you're\n just wasting time.\" He reached for the intercom switch.", "\"Last year was different.\" Lessing scowled. \"As for our 'fairy tale',\n we happen to have a staggering body of evidence that says that it's\n true.\"", "Lessing blinked. \"It's conceivable.\"\n\n\n \"Mmmm,\" said Melrose. \"Sounds like a real firm foundation to build a\n theory on.\"", "Two letters were waiting on Lessing's desk that morning. The first was\n from Roberts Bros., announcing another shift of deadline on the book,\n and demanding the galley proofs two weeks earlier than scheduled.", "Lessing shook his head. \"Maybe. But this field of work is different\n from any other, Jack. It doesn't follow the rules. Maybe scientific\n grounds aren't right at all, in this case.\"", "\"Why not?\" Lessing growled. \"It wouldn't be the first time the tail\n wagged the dog. The psychiatrists never would have gotten out of their", "\"Because a man can't fight for his life and reputation and still keep\n his objectivity,\" said Lessing. \"And what if he just happens to be", "Lessing slammed his fist down on the desk angrily. \"Have you got the\n day to take a trip?\"\n\n\n \"I've got 'til New Year.\"", "though he'd been running all night. There were dark pouches under his\n eyes; his heavy unshaven face seemed to sag at every crease. Lessing\n glanced sharply at his Field Director and sank down behind his desk", "\"Oh, yes. We certainly were.\"\n\n\n \"Yet you said that you didn't know what.\"\n\n\n \"That's right,\" said Lessing. \"We don't.\"", "\"That's what I think,\" said Lessing.\n\n\n \"How do you know those children didn't make you take off your monitor?\"\n\n\n Lessing blinked. \"Why should they?\"", "Lessing smiled. \"This is an isolated phenomenon—it doesn't hold for\n any other three children on the Farm. Nor did we make any effort to\n place them together—they drew each other like magnets. One of our" ], [ "\"So it seems. But why?\"\n\n\n \"Have you ever considered what makes a man an Authority?\"\n\n\n \"He knows more about his field than anybody else does.\"", "wrong? Once he's an Authority the question of what's right and what's\n wrong gets lost in the shuffle. It's\nwhat he says\nthat counts.\"", "presentation of ideas, as it stands. Very austere and authoritarian.\n But a few revisions could change all that—\" He rubbed his hands\n together thoughtfully. \"How about it, Jack? Do we have nerve enough to", "Authority about.\" There was no laughter in the man's sharp brown eyes.", "\"Oh, it's just that I'm impressed,\" the young man said airily. \"Of\n course, I've seen old dried-up Authorities before—but never before", "\"He\nseems\nto, you mean. And therefore, anything he says about it\n carries more weight than what anybody else says. Other workers follow", "what danger you're in? If you publish your book now, you will become\n an Authority in a field where the most devastating thing that could\n possibly happen would be—\nthe appearance of an Authority", "\"And as an Authority on psionic behavior patterns,\" said Melrose\n slowly, \"you would kill us then and there. You would strangle us", "and deeper into the growing frog until there just isn't any tail any\n more.\" Lessing paused, packing tobacco into his pipe. \"That's why we\n have the Farm—to try to discover why. What forces that potential", "\"Why not?\" Lessing growled. \"It wouldn't be the first time the tail\n wagged the dog. The psychiatrists never would have gotten out of their", "And yet\nan animal instinctively seeks its own protection\n. With\n trembling fingers Lessing reached out and opened the baffle-snap on the\n monitor. \"Take it off, Tommy,\" he whispered.", "For they were floundering. When they were finally forced to recognize\n that this great and powerful force did indeed exist in human minds,", "\"Do you know who I am?\"\n\n\n Tommy's eyes shifted haltingly to Lessing's face. He nodded. \"Go away.\"\n\n\n \"Why are you afraid, Tommy?\"", "laughed out of existence. There won't be any Authority in psionics for\n a while—and maybe that way one of the lads who's\nreally\nsniffing out", "his lead. He developes ideas, formulates theories—and then\ndefends\n them for all he's worth\n.\"", "\"Last year was different.\" Lessing scowled. \"As for our 'fairy tale',\n we happen to have a staggering body of evidence that says that it's\n true.\"", "\"That's what I think,\" said Lessing.\n\n\n \"How do you know those children didn't make you take off your monitor?\"\n\n\n Lessing blinked. \"Why should they?\"", "earlier papers had only hinted at the direction he was going—but the\n book would clear away the fog. He scanned the title page proudly. \"A", "though he'd been running all night. There were dark pouches under his\n eyes; his heavy unshaven face seemed to sag at every crease. Lessing\n glanced sharply at his Field Director and sank down behind his desk", "He led them into a long, narrow room with chairs and ash trays, facing\n a wide grey glass wall. The room fell into darkness, and through the\n grey glass they could see three children, about four years old, playing\n in a large room." ], [ "\"And as an Authority on psionic behavior patterns,\" said Melrose\n slowly, \"you would kill us then and there. You would strangle us", "\"So it seems. But why?\"\n\n\n \"Have you ever considered what makes a man an Authority?\"\n\n\n \"He knows more about his field than anybody else does.\"", "At his elbow the intercom buzzed. \"A gentleman to see you,\" the girl\n said. \"A Dr. Melrose. He's very impatient, sir.\"", "\"And you think you have an answer,\" said Melrose.\n\n\n \"We think we might be near an answer. We have a theory that explains\n the available data.\"", "\"I think you'd better wait before you do that,\" Melrose said sharply,\n \"because I'm planning to take you apart at the Conference next month", "Lessing frowned. \"Dr. Melrose, I don't quite understand—\"", "Jack Dorffman burst in: \"What Dr. Lessing is saying is that they seem\n effective for our purposes.\"\n\n\n \"But you don't know why,\" added Melrose.", "He shut off the scanner and said, \"Send him in, please.\"\nDr. Peter Melrose was tall and thin, with jet black hair and dark", "\"Yes,\" said Melrose. \"I think I'm beginning to see.\" He scratched his\n jaw. \"You think that it's adult psi-contact that drives the child's", "great researcher has people like Melrose sniping at him. You just have\n to throw them off and keep going.\"", "\"Why not?\" Lessing growled. \"It wouldn't be the first time the tail\n wagged the dog. The psychiatrists never would have gotten out of their", "wrong? Once he's an Authority the question of what's right and what's\n wrong gets lost in the shuffle. It's\nwhat he says\nthat counts.\"", "Lessing ground his teeth. \"I should be running him now instead of\n beating the bushes with this—\" He broke off to glare at young Melrose.", "Melrose paced down the narrow room. \"This is very good,\" he said\n suddenly, his voice earnest. \"You have fine facilities here, good", "Lessing blinked. \"It's conceivable.\"\n\n\n \"Mmmm,\" said Melrose. \"Sounds like a real firm foundation to build a\n theory on.\"", "what danger you're in? If you publish your book now, you will become\n an Authority in a field where the most devastating thing that could\n possibly happen would be—\nthe appearance of an Authority", "\"So far, we haven't found any way to set up logical controls,\" said\n Melrose. \"We've done a lot of work on it, too.\"", "workers. And in spite of my flippancy, Dr. Lessing, I have never\n imagined for a moment that you were not an acute observer and a\n careful, highly imaginative worker. But suppose I told you, in perfect", "Melrose grinned. \"I've heard you have quite a place up here.\"\n\n\n \"It's—unconventional, at any rate,\" Lessing snapped.", "Lessing nodded to an attendant, and peered around at Melrose. \"Now, I\n want you to watch this very closely.\"" ], [ "workers. And in spite of my flippancy, Dr. Lessing, I have never\n imagined for a moment that you were not an acute observer and a\n careful, highly imaginative worker. But suppose I told you, in perfect", "The boy was terrorized. He was literally pulsating with fear.\n\n\n Lessing sat back slowly. \"Tell me about it, Tommy,\" he said gently.", "Two letters were waiting on Lessing's desk that morning. The first was\n from Roberts Bros., announcing another shift of deadline on the book,\n and demanding the galley proofs two weeks earlier than scheduled.", "hadn't even been to the Farm in over six weeks. And now, as the book\n approached publication date, Lessing wondered if he would ever really\n get back to work again.", "Lessing shook his head. \"Maybe. But this field of work is different\n from any other, Jack. It doesn't follow the rules. Maybe scientific\n grounds aren't right at all, in this case.\"", "\"So you bring him down here,\" said Lessing sourly. \"The worst place he\n could be, if something's really wrong.\" He looked across at the boy.\n \"Tommy? Come over and sit down.\"", "\"Well, we'll see. You can stay here for a while.\" Lessing nodded at\n Dorffman and stepped into an adjoining room with him. \"You say this has\n been going on for\nthree weeks\n?\"", "Lessing blinked. \"It's conceivable.\"\n\n\n \"Mmmm,\" said Melrose. \"Sounds like a real firm foundation to build a\n theory on.\"", "And yet\nan animal instinctively seeks its own protection\n. With\n trembling fingers Lessing reached out and opened the baffle-snap on the\n monitor. \"Take it off, Tommy,\" he whispered.", "\"Do you know who I am?\"\n\n\n Tommy's eyes shifted haltingly to Lessing's face. He nodded. \"Go away.\"\n\n\n \"Why are you afraid, Tommy?\"", "though he'd been running all night. There were dark pouches under his\n eyes; his heavy unshaven face seemed to sag at every crease. Lessing\n glanced sharply at his Field Director and sank down behind his desk", "Lessing groaned. As director of psionic research at the Hoffman Medical\n Center, he had long since learned how administrative detail could suck\n up daytime hours. He knew that his real work was at the Farm—yet he", "\"Because a man can't fight for his life and reputation and still keep\n his objectivity,\" said Lessing. \"And what if he just happens to be", "Jack Dorffman burst in: \"What Dr. Lessing is saying is that they seem\n effective for our purposes.\"\n\n\n \"But you don't know why,\" added Melrose.", ".\"\nLessing and Dorffman rode back to the Hoffman Center in grim silence.\n At first Lessing pretended to work; finally he snapped off the tape", "\"Last year was different.\" Lessing scowled. \"As for our 'fairy tale',\n we happen to have a staggering body of evidence that says that it's\n true.\"", "\"Why not?\" Lessing growled. \"It wouldn't be the first time the tail\n wagged the dog. The psychiatrists never would have gotten out of their", "bloomed.\" Lessing sank down to his desk wearily. \"What are we going to\n do, Jack? Formulate a separate theory for Tommy?\"", "\"Tommy!\" Lessing reached out for the toy. The boy drew back in terror,\n clutching it to his chest. \"Go away,\" he choked. \"Go away, go away—\"", "cut it off under him. Well, that's his worry, not yours.\" Dorffman's\n face was intense. \"Scientifically, you're on unshakeable ground. Every" ], [ "\"So you bring him down here,\" said Lessing sourly. \"The worst place he\n could be, if something's really wrong.\" He looked across at the boy.\n \"Tommy? Come over and sit down.\"", "A nurse greeted them as they stepped off the elevator. \"We called\n you at the Farm, but you'd already left. The boy—\" She broke off\n helplessly. \"He's sick, Doctor. He's sicker than we ever imagined.\"", "There was nothing singular about the boy's appearance. He was thin,\n with a pale freckled face and the guileless expression of any normal", "of the child's mind like a smothering fog—it was a fearful thing. A\n healthy youngster could survive it, even though the scar remained. But\n this youngster was sick—", "The boy was terrorized. He was literally pulsating with fear.\n\n\n Lessing sat back slowly. \"Tell me about it, Tommy,\" he said gently.", "boy stared at him. He could feel deep in his own mind the cold chill\n of terror radiating from the boy. Then, suddenly, it began to fade. A", "Lessing smiled. \"This is an isolated phenomenon—it doesn't hold for\n any other three children on the Farm. Nor did we make any effort to\n place them together—they drew each other like magnets. One of our", "Lessing crossed the room swiftly. \"Tommy,\" he said.\n\n\n The boy didn't even look at him. He stared stupidly at the fire engine.", "The boy sat stolidly in the corner of the room. He looked up as they\n came in, but there was no flicker of recognition or pleasure on his", "\"I—can't get it—off,\" the boy said.\nThe monitor\n, Lessing thought suddenly. Something had suddenly gone", "Then, quite casually, Lessing lifted off his monitor. The children\n continued staring at the tower as the screen gave three or four violent\n bursts of green fire and went dark.", "bloomed.\" Lessing sank down to his desk wearily. \"What are we going to\n do, Jack? Formulate a separate theory for Tommy?\"", "though he'd been running all night. There were dark pouches under his\n eyes; his heavy unshaven face seemed to sag at every crease. Lessing\n glanced sharply at his Field Director and sank down behind his desk", "and deeper into the growing frog until there just isn't any tail any\n more.\" Lessing paused, packing tobacco into his pipe. \"That's why we\n have the Farm—to try to discover why. What forces that potential", "\"Are you frightened?\"\n\n\n The boy bit his lip and nodded slowly.\n\n\n \"Of me? Of Dr. Dorffman?\"\n\n\n \"No. Oh, no!\"", "horribly wrong—could the boy really be sensing the source of the\n trouble? Lessing felt a cold knot gather in the pit of his stomach. He", "\"Tommy!\" Lessing reached out for the toy. The boy drew back in terror,\n clutching it to his chest. \"Go away,\" he choked. \"Go away, go away—\"", "for three weeks, and now at six o'clock this morning he decides he's\n leaving the Farm. I talk to him, I sweat him down, I do everything but", "And yet\nan animal instinctively seeks its own protection\n. With\n trembling fingers Lessing reached out and opened the baffle-snap on the\n monitor. \"Take it off, Tommy,\" he whispered.", "\"Then what?\"\n\n\n Again the mute appeal in the boy's eyes. He groped for words, and none\n came. Finally he said, \"If I could only take this off—\" He fingered\n the grey plastic helmet." ] ]

[ "What is the purpose of the example of pianos in Greence?", "What is meant by the invention of currency?", "What is the best description of why the Scottish will not develop their own money?", "Which is true about the various types of local currency?", "How do shopkeepers feel about the complementary currencies?", "How are the various local currencies connected?", "Which of these is most true?", "Which of these is not a barrier to the success of a complementary currency? " ]

[ [ "To show that valuable things are appreciated everywhere", "To show how paper currency is not the only way of paying for something", "To show how much more expensive luxury goods can be", "To show a move away from contemporary currency towards a more traditional approach" ], [ "The power of the people to determine what has monetary worth", "The creation of new machines to produce the bills and coins", "New designs being chosen to better represent the people", "The switch to a traditional bartering system" ], [ "They are not able to develop their own money because they do not have the printing resources", "Only the politicians wanted a new system, the people all vote against the idea", "The idea has some traction but is less of a priority than some other political issues", "None of them have any interest in the idea" ], [ "They are used in addition to the national currency, not as a replacement", "They often try to replace the national currency to varying levels of success", "Only some of them are considered legal by the national government", "They are too hard to spend and thus the national currencies are always favored" ], [ "They think it is worth tracking two sets of currency so they can advertise as a locally-focused business", "They are happy to use anything that isn't the official British Pound", "Only owners of small shops are willing to buy into it", "Some see that it can help local business but others are skeptical" ], [ "They are independnet systems but can sometimes be traded for currency in a town where there is an existing partnership", "They are developed entirely independently from one another", "They are all developed by the same national organization, adapting to the needs of specific areas", "They are independently developed but there are groups dedicated to sharing information about the various systems" ], [ "Local currencies as complementary systems will never be sustainable in the UK", "People developing these currencies are looking to exhibit control over small populations of people", "Bitcoin is likely going to replace these local currencies as the alternative currency", "Success of these currencies can be loosely predicted based on the relative wealth of an area" ], [ "The income levels of the populations using the currency", "The misinformation and confusion surrounding how banks and currencies work", "The varying opinions about the best possible currency system for a group of people", "The lack of chain supermarkets in an area" ] ]

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[ [ "a points system where goods like pianos, pot and pans", "about it,\" he says conspiratorially, as though there is any", "\"People don't understand money,\" Molly Scott Cato, Green MEP for the South West of England and Gibraltar, says over the phone.", "Pound. McCann is a long-time advocate of alternative means of", "Each table is handed a wad of Post-it notes", "When Scott-Cato and her colleagues wrote about the experience of setting up the Stroud Pound, they said it was telling that complementary currencies have been accused of being a game for middle-class people, rather than a genuine economic solution.", "Scott Cato says the fish-in-water problem – the idea", "In Britain, there are now schemes in Totnes, Lewes,", "Perhaps for that reason, experts like Duncan McCann have", "It might never have occurred to many of us that there", "years ago. On an adjacent table, Tracy Duff, a community", "Not every country is so lucky. In crisis-hit Greece,", "the plan,\" says Clarke, \"because it's rather like a hot", "the New Economics Foundation, tells those gathered in a gilded", "strength,\" says Stephen Clarke, chief financial officer of the Bristol", "Everyone has gathered to decide what a Glasgow Pound might", "kind of place,\" Clarke says. \"When we first produced the", "and someone else takes it out. What they don't understand", "Clarke says.", "around coffee shops. I'm not sure a London Pound would" ], [ "traders. So they printed a currency that would have the", "have the power to invent their own currency.", "currency': that is, one supplementing the national currency. As fears", "a currency that changes value depending on the income of the", "Without enough currency in circulation, it ceases to work. Scott-Cato says Stroud's size meant meant the Stroud Pound was never viable: \"We couldn't get the velocity of circulation right, which contrasts with the Bristol Pound.\"", "When Scott-Cato and her colleagues wrote about the experience of setting up the Stroud Pound, they said it was telling that complementary currencies have been accused of being a game for middle-class people, rather than a genuine economic solution.", "\"There might be many currencies around the country that people", "the Stroud Pound in 2010, a currency that has since", "\"They need to create additional spending power. This is this what the local currencies, despite all their good points, fail to do,\" McCann says.", "shouldn't invent our own currency and play with it,\" she", "of exchange. He is behind the ScotPound, a proposal for", "In Stroud, suspicion of the local currency among local", "Everyone has gathered to decide what a Glasgow Pound might", "Nothing is tying Glasgow to existing models for complementary currencies. But during the first meeting about setting up the Glasgow Pound, the workshop shows just how hard it would be to invent a new system that works for everyone.", "The Bristol Pound (£B) entered into circulation in September", "No two local currencies are exactly the same. But the", "After years of researc,h McCann believes the only way complementary currencies can create real value for local economies is if they make transactions happen that wouldn't otherwise have taken place.", "The founders of the Brixton Pound wanted to do", "easier for people to use multiple types of currency. \"There", "complementary currencies grew in popularity. The Bank of England does" ], [ "of exchange. He is behind the ScotPound, a proposal for", "Nothing is tying Glasgow to existing models for complementary currencies. But during the first meeting about setting up the Glasgow Pound, the workshop shows just how hard it would be to invent a new system that works for everyone.", "Everyone has gathered to decide what a Glasgow Pound might", "\"They need to create additional spending power. This is this what the local currencies, despite all their good points, fail to do,\" McCann says.", "for a new national currency for Scotland that emerged after the", "More than a third of children grow up in poverty in Glasgow. A Glasgow Pound might struggle to get poorer families to buy into a local currency that ties them to shopping at more expensive, independent shops, rather than getting deals at big supermarket chains.", "the referendum on Scottish independence. It's an idea he no", "When Scott-Cato and her colleagues wrote about the experience of setting up the Stroud Pound, they said it was telling that complementary currencies have been accused of being a game for middle-class people, rather than a genuine economic solution.", "Without enough currency in circulation, it ceases to work. Scott-Cato says Stroud's size meant meant the Stroud Pound was never viable: \"We couldn't get the velocity of circulation right, which contrasts with the Bristol Pound.\"", "ideas about Scottish independence.", "working on the Glasgow Pound that that his company Wallet", "the prospect a Glasgow Pound. \"We would be Glasgow-centric about", "\"People don't understand money,\" Molly Scott Cato, Green MEP for the South West of England and Gibraltar, says over the phone.", "Inventing an alternative to sterling might sound far-fetched,", "traders. So they printed a currency that would have the", "they want the Glasgow Pound to achieve. Elbowing teacups out", "In Stroud, suspicion of the local currency among local", "Redmond says Glasgow has been closely watching existing alternative currencies", "Duncan McCann, with all his experience, knows that challenge is worthwhile. \"As people we have a right to make credit and loan money. We mustn't forget that. We mustn't leave that to corporations and the state,\" he says.", "currency': that is, one supplementing the national currency. As fears" ], [ "No two local currencies are exactly the same. But the", "\"There might be many currencies around the country that people", "New money: Do local currencies actually work?", "\"They need to create additional spending power. This is this what the local currencies, despite all their good points, fail to do,\" McCann says.", "Without enough currency in circulation, it ceases to work. Scott-Cato says Stroud's size meant meant the Stroud Pound was never viable: \"We couldn't get the velocity of circulation right, which contrasts with the Bristol Pound.\"", "In Stroud, suspicion of the local currency among local", "currencies like the Brixton Pound in London, which was", "Clarke also says the small scale of local currencies means", "easier for people to use multiple types of currency. \"There", "traders. So they printed a currency that would have the", "When Scott-Cato and her colleagues wrote about the experience of setting up the Stroud Pound, they said it was telling that complementary currencies have been accused of being a game for middle-class people, rather than a genuine economic solution.", "Proponents say complementary currencies boost spending in smaller geographical areas,", "currency': that is, one supplementing the national currency. As fears", "the Stroud Pound in 2010, a currency that has since", "Size doesn't always matter. Sometimes, the smallest places – like Totnes and the Ekopia community – are best able to support complementary currencies because the people who live there are engaged with their local economy in a meaningful way.", "if local currencies can work at all. Councillor Redmond", "Nothing is tying Glasgow to existing models for complementary currencies. But during the first meeting about setting up the Glasgow Pound, the workshop shows just how hard it would be to invent a new system that works for everyone.", "After years of researc,h McCann believes the only way complementary currencies can create real value for local economies is if they make transactions happen that wouldn't otherwise have taken place.", "Bristol Pound. \"The benefit comes from the fact that local", "Guild of Independent Currencies, to share information between local currencies" ], [ "When Scott-Cato and her colleagues wrote about the experience of setting up the Stroud Pound, they said it was telling that complementary currencies have been accused of being a game for middle-class people, rather than a genuine economic solution.", "Proponents say complementary currencies boost spending in smaller geographical areas,", "After years of researc,h McCann believes the only way complementary currencies can create real value for local economies is if they make transactions happen that wouldn't otherwise have taken place.", "Nothing is tying Glasgow to existing models for complementary currencies. But during the first meeting about setting up the Glasgow Pound, the workshop shows just how hard it would be to invent a new system that works for everyone.", "Size doesn't always matter. Sometimes, the smallest places – like Totnes and the Ekopia community – are best able to support complementary currencies because the people who live there are engaged with their local economy in a meaningful way.", "\"They need to create additional spending power. This is this what the local currencies, despite all their good points, fail to do,\" McCann says.", "One way founders of the Bristol Pound have addressed his", "complementary currencies grew in popularity. The Bank of England does", "Clarke also says the small scale of local currencies means", "Meanwhile, the people behind the Bristol Pound are readying", "Redmond says Glasgow has been closely watching existing alternative currencies", "Without enough currency in circulation, it ceases to work. Scott-Cato says Stroud's size meant meant the Stroud Pound was never viable: \"We couldn't get the velocity of circulation right, which contrasts with the Bristol Pound.\"", "traders. So they printed a currency that would have the", "\"There might be many currencies around the country that people", "Ciaran Mundy, CEO of the Bristol Pound, says", "More than a third of children grow up in poverty in Glasgow. A Glasgow Pound might struggle to get poorer families to buy into a local currency that ties them to shopping at more expensive, independent shops, rather than getting deals at big supermarket chains.", "The founders of the Brixton Pound wanted to do", "In Stroud, suspicion of the local currency among local", "by, businesses and citizens have turned to bartering using a", "New money: Do local currencies actually work?" ], [ "No two local currencies are exactly the same. But the", "\"There might be many currencies around the country that people", "\"They need to create additional spending power. This is this what the local currencies, despite all their good points, fail to do,\" McCann says.", "New money: Do local currencies actually work?", "Guild of Independent Currencies, to share information between local currencies", "currencies like the Brixton Pound in London, which was", "Clarke also says the small scale of local currencies means", "Proponents say complementary currencies boost spending in smaller geographical areas,", "traders. So they printed a currency that would have the", "In Stroud, suspicion of the local currency among local", "Without enough currency in circulation, it ceases to work. Scott-Cato says Stroud's size meant meant the Stroud Pound was never viable: \"We couldn't get the velocity of circulation right, which contrasts with the Bristol Pound.\"", "When Scott-Cato and her colleagues wrote about the experience of setting up the Stroud Pound, they said it was telling that complementary currencies have been accused of being a game for middle-class people, rather than a genuine economic solution.", "if local currencies can work at all. Councillor Redmond", "currency': that is, one supplementing the national currency. As fears", "Everyone has gathered to decide what a Glasgow Pound might", "Size doesn't always matter. Sometimes, the smallest places – like Totnes and the Ekopia community – are best able to support complementary currencies because the people who live there are engaged with their local economy in a meaningful way.", "Redmond says Glasgow has been closely watching existing alternative currencies", "Bristol Pound. \"The benefit comes from the fact that local", "Nothing is tying Glasgow to existing models for complementary currencies. But during the first meeting about setting up the Glasgow Pound, the workshop shows just how hard it would be to invent a new system that works for everyone.", "Meanwhile, the people behind the Bristol Pound are readying" ], [ "about it,\" he says conspiratorially, as though there is any", "It might never have occurred to many of us that there", "years ago. On an adjacent table, Tracy Duff, a community", "\"We know from research that a number of small", "Perhaps for that reason, experts like Duncan McCann have", "strength,\" says Stephen Clarke, chief financial officer of the Bristol", "and someone else takes it out. What they don't understand", "about water, which is to say not at all. It", "he says.", "Pound. McCann is a long-time advocate of alternative means of", "kind of place,\" Clarke says. \"When we first produced the", "Scott Cato says the fish-in-water problem – the idea", "She knows all about it as a founder of the", "the plan,\" says Clarke, \"because it's rather like a hot", "\"The small scale is a problem and a strength,\"", "Clarke says.", "\"One of these is how the economy is structured in", "Each table is handed a wad of Post-it notes", "she says.", "out some papers. She runs the Clacks Youth Timebank, a" ], [ "When Scott-Cato and her colleagues wrote about the experience of setting up the Stroud Pound, they said it was telling that complementary currencies have been accused of being a game for middle-class people, rather than a genuine economic solution.", "Size doesn't always matter. Sometimes, the smallest places – like Totnes and the Ekopia community – are best able to support complementary currencies because the people who live there are engaged with their local economy in a meaningful way.", "Nothing is tying Glasgow to existing models for complementary currencies. But during the first meeting about setting up the Glasgow Pound, the workshop shows just how hard it would be to invent a new system that works for everyone.", "After years of researc,h McCann believes the only way complementary currencies can create real value for local economies is if they make transactions happen that wouldn't otherwise have taken place.", "Without enough currency in circulation, it ceases to work. Scott-Cato says Stroud's size meant meant the Stroud Pound was never viable: \"We couldn't get the velocity of circulation right, which contrasts with the Bristol Pound.\"", "Proponents say complementary currencies boost spending in smaller geographical areas,", "questioned – is the biggest challenge for complementary currencies. She", "\"They need to create additional spending power. This is this what the local currencies, despite all their good points, fail to do,\" McCann says.", "Clarke also says the small scale of local currencies means", "complementary currencies grew in popularity. The Bank of England does", "One way founders of the Bristol Pound have addressed his", "answer first, not least: do complementary currencies actually work?", "example ten years ago of the Totnes Pound, a 'complementary", "currency': that is, one supplementing the national currency. As fears", "have stopped thinking of complementary currencies as a one-size-fits-all", "More than a third of children grow up in poverty in Glasgow. A Glasgow Pound might struggle to get poorer families to buy into a local currency that ties them to shopping at more expensive, independent shops, rather than getting deals at big supermarket chains.", "Redmond says Glasgow has been closely watching existing alternative currencies", "New money: Do local currencies actually work?", "Guild of Independent Currencies, to share information between local currencies", "Ciaran Mundy, CEO of the Bristol Pound, says" ] ]

[ "Who is Big Louis?", "How did Joe get to 2133?", "Why do Reston-Farrell and Brett-James bring Joe to the future?", "Why do Reston-Farrell and Brett-James want Howard Temple-Tracy dead?", "How does Joe feel about Brett-James and Reston-Farrell?", "Why does Joe call Citizen Temple-Tracy Chief?", "Why does everyone in the future have hyphenated names?", "What city is Temple-Tracy in?", "What is the punishment for murder in the future?", "Why can't Joe go back to 1960?" ]

[ [ "Big Louis is Lawrence Reston-Farrell's boss.", "Big Louis is Al Rossi's boss.", "Big Louis is Warren Brett- James' boss.", "Big Louis is Joe Prantera's boss." ], [ "He was cryogenically frozen in 1960 and awakened in 2133.", "He was transported through time from 1960 to 2133 by Brett-James and Reston-Farrell.", "Joe fell through a crack in time, which put him in 2133.", "Brett-James and Reston-Farrell used a vortex manipulator to transport Joe to 2133." ], [ "Joe was going to kill Al Rossi. Reston-Farrell and Brett James need Rossi alive.", "Joe is a caregiver. They want him to take care of someone.", "Joe is a hitman. They want him to kill someone.", "Joe is a variant. They removed him from 1960 to correct the timeline." ], [ "Howard Temple-Tracy is an evil genius recruiting people to his cult.", "Howard Temple-Tracy is a terrorist bent on destroying North America.", "Howard Temple-Tracy is an evil genius trying to take over the world.", "Howard Temple-Tracy is a hitman trying to kill Reston-Farrell and Brett-James. They are just defending themselves." ], [ "Joe is a little intimidated by them as they seem to be significantly more educated than he is.", "Joe doesn't know what to think. There's no such thing as time travel. He must be going crazy.", "Joe thinks they are ridiculous and that Howard Temple-Tracy would make a better associate.", "Joe thinks they are cowards as they are unable to kill their enemy themselves." ], [ "Temple-Tracy is the Chief of Police.", "Temple-Tracy is the head of the Fire Department.", "Temple-Tracy is the head of the Time Travel Bureau.", "Joe wants Temple-Tracy to know Joe regards him as superior." ], [ "Everyone in the future is pretentious.", "In the future, they honor the maternal lineage.", "In the future, they have such a large population it was necessary to differentiate between citizens.", "Everyone in the future uses the name of both spouses." ], [ "Los Angeles", "New New Mexico", "New New York", "Nuevo Los Angeles" ], [ "Death", "Erasure from the timeline", "Life in prison", "Psychiatric Care" ], [ "Temple-Tracy destroyed the vortex manipulator.", "The time circuits were damaged when they brought Joe into the future.", "Temple -Tracy destroyed the time transmitter.", "Time only moves one way." ] ]

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[ [ "Big Louis.\"", "\"Who's it?\" he growled.\n\n\n Joe Prantera said softly, \"Big Louis\n sent me, Al.\"\n\n\n And he pressed the trigger.", "Something went wrong. Big Louis, he\n ain't going to like this.\nHe brought his thinking to the\n present. So far as he could remember,", "Giovanni's. Right now he could have\n welcomed a calling down at the hands\n of Big Louis.", "The fear of police, of Al Rossi's\n vengeance, of the measures that\n might be taken by Big Louis on his\n failure, were now far away.", "comprehension was seeping through\n to him even as he talked. \"Everybody\n I know, Jessie, Tony, the Kid, Big\n Louis, everybody, they're dead. Even", "The heavy-set man paused a moment.\n \"Yes, like that,\" he repeated.\n \"That we confront you now indicates", "A chillness was in the belly of Joe\n Prantera. He said very slowly, very\n dangerously, \"You guys figure on me\n getting caught, don't you?\"", "Joe looked at him for a long, long\n moment. Then he reached down to\n his belt and brought forth the .45\n automatic. He moistened his lips.\n\n\n Joe said softly, \"You know what\n this here is?\"", "\"Now we're getting somewheres,\"\n Joe snorted. \"So you got a guy what's\n a little ambitious, like, eh? And you", "They had him pegged all right. Joe\n said, \"But why me? Why don't you\n get some heavy from now? Somebody\n knows the ropes these days.\"", "largely potential followers. He\n is attempting to recruit members to\n an organization he is forming. It\n would be quite simple for you to\n enter his establishment and dispose", "\"That is correct.\"\n\n\n \"Like hell you do. You think I'm\n stupid? I never even seen you before.\"\n Joe Prantera came abruptly to\n his feet. \"I'm gettin' outta here.\"", "Besides, already Joe was beginning\n to feel the comfortable, pleasurable,\n warm feeling that came to him on\n occasions like this.\n\n\n He said, \"You're sure this guy talks\n American, eh?\"", "Rossi. My finger, he works in Rossi's\n house, see? He lets me know every\n Wednesday night, eight o'clock, Al", "Finally he said, \"If I get this, you\n want me to do a job for you.\"\n\n\n \"That is correct.\"\n\n\n Joe said, \"You guys know the kind\n of jobs I do?\"", "Joe said, very slowly, \"Chief, in the\n line you're in these days you needa\n heavy around with wunna these. Otherwise,", "\"Well, that's handy, eh?\" Joe\n scratched himself thoughtfully. \"You\n got somebody can finger him for me?\"\n\n\n \"Finger him?\"", "There was nothing else to do. Joe\n dressed, then followed him.\nIn the adjoining room was a circular\n table that would have accommodated", "\"O.K., O.K.,\" Joe Prantera growled.\n \"So everybody's got it made. What I" ], [ "There was nothing else to do. Joe\n dressed, then followed him.\nIn the adjoining room was a circular\n table that would have accommodated", "He spent the first three days of his\n life in the year 2133 getting the feel\n of things. Brett-James and Reston-Farrell", "A door had slid open on the other\n side of the room. Joe walked through\n it and into what was obviously an office.", "Joe was coolly efficient now. He\n pulled out the automatic, held it\n down below his knees and threw a", "done it, and he didn't care. Joe was a\n realist. He was here. The thing was\n to adapt.", "Joe took an empty chair, hardly\n bothering to note its alien qualities.\n His body seemed to\nfit\ninto the piece\n of furniture, as though it had been\n molded to his order.", "Joe stared at him, and then at the\n other. He couldn't believe he was getting\n through to them. Or, at least,\n that they were to him.", "Joe couldn't figure out how he\n stood. For one thing, there should\n have been some kind of police guard.\n\n\n The other said, \"Perhaps a bit of\n stimulant?\"", "Joe glared at him. Then sat down\n again, as abruptly as he'd arisen.\n\"Let's start all over again. I got this", "There were two persons in the reception\n room but they left on Joe's\n arrival, without bothering to look at\n him more than glancingly.\n\n\n He spotted the screen immediately\n and went over and stood before it.", "Joe didn't allow himself to think\n of its means of delivery. He took up\n the drink and bolted it. He put the\n glass down and said carefully,\n \"What's it all about, huh?\"", "He stayed in the apartment of\n Reston-Farrell. Joe had been right,\n Reston-Farrell was a medical doctor.", "Besides, already Joe was beginning\n to feel the comfortable, pleasurable,\n warm feeling that came to him on\n occasions like this.\n\n\n He said, \"You're sure this guy talks\n American, eh?\"", "Brett-James evidently had something\n to do with the process that had enabled\n them to bring Joe from the\n past. Joe didn't know how they'd", "\"2133,\" Reston-Farrell said. \"2133\n A.D. they would say.\"", "They had him pegged all right. Joe\n said, \"But why me? Why don't you\n get some heavy from now? Somebody\n knows the ropes these days.\"", "Joe gave him a long, chill look\n and then stepped to the window. He\n couldn't figure the other. Unless he\n was a fruitcake. Maybe he was in\n some kind of pressure cooker and\n this was one of the fruitcakes.", "Finally he said, \"If I get this, you\n want me to do a job for you.\"\n\n\n \"That is correct.\"\n\n\n Joe said, \"You guys know the kind\n of jobs I do?\"", "Warren Brett-James said softly,\n \"Mr. Prantera, you are no longer in\n the year 1960, you are now in the\n year 2133.\"", "The clothes on the newcomer were\n wrong, too. For the first time, Joe\n Prantera began to sense an alienness—a\n something that was awfully\n wrong." ], [ "Reston-Farrell and Brett-James\n were both present. The three of them\n sat in the living room of the latter's", "Brett-James evidently had something\n to do with the process that had enabled\n them to bring Joe from the\n past. Joe didn't know how they'd", "Brett-James said, \"Let me do it,\n Lawrence.\" He turned his eyes to Joe.\n \"Mr. Prantera, in your own era, did\n you ever consider the future?\"", "Dr. Reston-Farrell controlled the\n car. Joe Prantera sat in the seat next\n to him and Warren Brett-James sat\n in the back. Joe had, tucked in his", "Reston-Farrell said, \"I am afraid we\n are confusing you. Briefly, we have\ntransported\nyou, I suppose one might\n say, from your own era to ours.\"", "Reston-Farrell said, \"May I present\n my colleague, Citizen Warren Brett-James?\n Warren, this is our guest from\n ... from yesteryear, Mr. Joseph Salviati-Prantera.\"", "Reston-Farrell said, \"Mr. Prantera,\n we have brought you from your era\n to perform a task for us.\"", "\"Not exactly,\" Brett-James said,\n frowning.\n\n\n Reston-Farrell said, \"Suffice to say,\n you are now one hundred and seventy-three\n years after the last memory you\n have.\"", "Warren Brett-James said softly,\n \"Mr. Prantera, you are no longer in\n the year 1960, you are now in the\n year 2133.\"", "Brett-James nodded to him, friendly,\n so far as Joe could see. He said\n gently, \"I think it would be Mr. Joseph", "Brett-James was shaking his head\n again. \"I am afraid there is no return,\n Mr. Prantera. Time travel works but", "\"2133,\" Reston-Farrell said. \"2133\n A.D. they would say.\"", "He spent the first three days of his\n life in the year 2133 getting the feel\n of things. Brett-James and Reston-Farrell", "\"Ta where?\"\n\n\n \"To Nuevo Los Angeles and to\n the year—\" Brett-James looked at his\n companion. \"What is the date, Old\n Calendar?\"", "He stayed in the apartment of\n Reston-Farrell. Joe had been right,\n Reston-Farrell was a medical doctor.", "Reston-Farrell said compassionately,\n \"Try this, it's excellent cognac.\"\n\n\n Joe Prantera stared at him, said finally,\n flatly, \"What's it all about?\"", "It was while he was flying with\n Brett-James on the second day that\n Joe said, \"How about Mexico? Could\n I make the get to Mexico?\"", "Reston-Farrell said, \"Of course,\"\n and then something else Joe didn't\n get. Whatever the something else", "Two guys special, named Brett-James\n and Doc Reston-Farrell. I think one\n of the first jobs I'm gunna hafta do", "Reston-Farrell went on, ignoring\n the interruption. \"There is small\n point in denying your calling. Pray" ], [ "Brett-James said, \"Why not just go\n to Temple-Tracy's apartment and, ah,\n dispose of him?\"", "Reston-Farrell and Brett-James\n were both present. The three of them\n sat in the living room of the latter's", "Dr. Reston-Farrell said, \"Howard\n Temple-Tracy lives alone. He customarily\n receives visitors every afternoon,", "Dr. Reston-Farrell controlled the\n car. Joe Prantera sat in the seat next\n to him and Warren Brett-James sat\n in the back. Joe had, tucked in his", "The doctor said, \"We explained\n the other day, Mr. Prantera. Citizen\n Howard Temple-Tracy is a dangerous,\n atavistic, evil genius. We are\n afraid for our institutions if his plans\n are allowed to mature.\"", "\"You will be turned over to a medical\n institution. Citizen Howard Temple-Tracy\n is the last man you will\n ever kill, Mr. Prantera.\"", "Joe Prantera said impatiently, \"The\n getaway. After I give it to this Howard\n Temple-Tracy guy, I gotta go on\n the run, don't I?\"", "\"Yes,\" Brett-James said, his voice\n soft. \"They are all dead, Mr. Prantera.\n Their children are all dead, and their\n grandchildren.\"", "Citizen Howard Temple-Tracy\n eyed him appraisingly. \"Perhaps,\" he\n said, \"you are right at that. In the near", "Reston-Farrell said, \"May I present\n my colleague, Citizen Warren Brett-James?\n Warren, this is our guest from\n ... from yesteryear, Mr. Joseph Salviati-Prantera.\"", "\"The motivation for crime has\n been removed, Mr. Prantera,\" Reston-Farrell\n attempted to explain. \"A\n person who commits a violence\n against another is obviously in need\n of medical care. And, consequently,\n receives it.\"", "Reston-Farrell said compassionately,\n \"Try this, it's excellent cognac.\"\n\n\n Joe Prantera stared at him, said finally,\n flatly, \"What's it all about?\"", "He stayed in the apartment of\n Reston-Farrell. Joe had been right,\n Reston-Farrell was a medical doctor.", "Reston-Farrell said, \"I am afraid we\n are confusing you. Briefly, we have\ntransported\nyou, I suppose one might\n say, from your own era to ours.\"", "\"Yes,\" Brett-James said evenly.\n\n\n \"Well then, figure something else.\n You think I'm stupid?\"", "For the second time, Reston-Farrell\n said, \"Where would you go, Mr.\n Prantera?\"", "Reston-Farrell went on, ignoring\n the interruption. \"There is small\n point in denying your calling. Pray", "Brett-James nodded to him, friendly,\n so far as Joe could see. He said\n gently, \"I think it would be Mr. Joseph", "Two guys special, named Brett-James\n and Doc Reston-Farrell. I think one\n of the first jobs I'm gunna hafta do", "\"I wanta mouthpiece,\" Joe said\n flatly, \"or let me outta here.\"\n\n\n Lawrence Reston-Farrell said, \"You\n are not being constrained. There are\n clothes for you in the closet there.\"" ], [ "Reston-Farrell and Brett-James\n were both present. The three of them\n sat in the living room of the latter's", "Brett-James nodded to him, friendly,\n so far as Joe could see. He said\n gently, \"I think it would be Mr. Joseph", "Dr. Reston-Farrell controlled the\n car. Joe Prantera sat in the seat next\n to him and Warren Brett-James sat\n in the back. Joe had, tucked in his", "Reston-Farrell said, \"May I present\n my colleague, Citizen Warren Brett-James?\n Warren, this is our guest from\n ... from yesteryear, Mr. Joseph Salviati-Prantera.\"", "Reston-Farrell said compassionately,\n \"Try this, it's excellent cognac.\"\n\n\n Joe Prantera stared at him, said finally,\n flatly, \"What's it all about?\"", "Brett-James said, \"Let me do it,\n Lawrence.\" He turned his eyes to Joe.\n \"Mr. Prantera, in your own era, did\n you ever consider the future?\"", "Reston-Farrell, the one Joe had already\n met, was tall and drawn of face\n and with a chainsmoker's nervousness.", "Reston-Farrell said, \"Of course,\"\n and then something else Joe didn't\n get. Whatever the something else", "He stayed in the apartment of\n Reston-Farrell. Joe had been right,\n Reston-Farrell was a medical doctor.", "Brett-James evidently had something\n to do with the process that had enabled\n them to bring Joe from the\n past. Joe didn't know how they'd", "\"I wanta mouthpiece,\" Joe said\n flatly, \"or let me outta here.\"\n\n\n Lawrence Reston-Farrell said, \"You\n are not being constrained. There are\n clothes for you in the closet there.\"", "\"Yes,\" Brett-James said evenly.\n\n\n \"Well then, figure something else.\n You think I'm stupid?\"", "It was while he was flying with\n Brett-James on the second day that\n Joe said, \"How about Mexico? Could\n I make the get to Mexico?\"", "\"Not exactly,\" Brett-James said,\n frowning.\n\n\n Reston-Farrell said, \"Suffice to say,\n you are now one hundred and seventy-three\n years after the last memory you\n have.\"", "Two guys special, named Brett-James\n and Doc Reston-Farrell. I think one\n of the first jobs I'm gunna hafta do", "The newcomer started off on another\n tack. \"My name is Lawrence\n Reston-Farrell. If I am not mistaken,\n you are Joseph Salviati-Prantera.\"", "Reston-Farrell said, \"I am afraid we\n are confusing you. Briefly, we have\ntransported\nyou, I suppose one might\n say, from your own era to ours.\"", "Besides, already Joe was beginning\n to feel the comfortable, pleasurable,\n warm feeling that came to him on\n occasions like this.\n\n\n He said, \"You're sure this guy talks\n American, eh?\"", "\"Yes,\" Brett-James said, his voice\n soft. \"They are all dead, Mr. Prantera.\n Their children are all dead, and their\n grandchildren.\"", "Reston-Farrell had come to his feet\n and walked to one of the large room's\n windows. He looked out, as though" ], [ "Citizen Temple-Tracy sat at a\n desk. There was only one other chair\n in the room. Joe Prantera ignored it\n and remained standing.", "Joe said, \"Joseph Salviati-Prantera\n to interview Citizen Howard Temple-Tracy.\"\n\n\n The other's shaggy eyebrows rose.\n \"Indeed,\" he said. \"In Amer-English?\"", "Citizen Howard Temple-Tracy\n eyed him appraisingly. \"Perhaps,\" he\n said, \"you are right at that. In the near", "Citizen Temple-Tracy said, \"What\n can I do for you?\"", "The doctor said, \"We explained\n the other day, Mr. Prantera. Citizen\n Howard Temple-Tracy is a dangerous,\n atavistic, evil genius. We are\n afraid for our institutions if his plans\n are allowed to mature.\"", "\"You will be turned over to a medical\n institution. Citizen Howard Temple-Tracy\n is the last man you will\n ever kill, Mr. Prantera.\"", "An elevator—he still wasn't used\n to their speed in this era—whooshed\n him to the penthouse duplex occupied\n by Citizen Howard Temple-Tracy.", "Joe Prantera said impatiently, \"The\n getaway. After I give it to this Howard\n Temple-Tracy guy, I gotta go on\n the run, don't I?\"", "Brett-James nodded to him, friendly,\n so far as Joe could see. He said\n gently, \"I think it would be Mr. Joseph", "let's get down to facts. Summa the\n things you guys say don't stick together\n so good. Now, first place,\n where's this guy Temple-Tracy you", "Temple-Tracy is aware of this and\n finds his recruits among the young.\"", "Dr. Reston-Farrell said, \"Howard\n Temple-Tracy lives alone. He customarily\n receives visitors every afternoon,", "Temple-Tracy stared at the weapon.\n \"It's a handgun, circa, I would\n say, about 1925 Old Calendar. What\n in the world are you doing with it?\"", "Joe said, very slowly, \"Chief, in the\n line you're in these days you needa\n heavy around with wunna these. Otherwise,", "Reston-Farrell said, \"May I present\n my colleague, Citizen Warren Brett-James?\n Warren, this is our guest from\n ... from yesteryear, Mr. Joseph Salviati-Prantera.\"", "Besides, already Joe was beginning\n to feel the comfortable, pleasurable,\n warm feeling that came to him on\n occasions like this.\n\n\n He said, \"You're sure this guy talks\n American, eh?\"", "They had him pegged all right. Joe\n said, \"But why me? Why don't you\n get some heavy from now? Somebody\n knows the ropes these days.\"", "\"That is correct.\"\n\n\n \"Like hell you do. You think I'm\n stupid? I never even seen you before.\"\n Joe Prantera came abruptly to\n his feet. \"I'm gettin' outta here.\"", "job. You need a good man knows how\n to handle wunna these, Chief.\"", "A chillness was in the belly of Joe\n Prantera. He said very slowly, very\n dangerously, \"You guys figure on me\n getting caught, don't you?\"" ], [ "The newcomer started off on another\n tack. \"My name is Lawrence\n Reston-Farrell. If I am not mistaken,\n you are Joseph Salviati-Prantera.\"", "He spent the first three days of his\n life in the year 2133 getting the feel\n of things. Brett-James and Reston-Farrell", "\"Not exactly,\" Brett-James said,\n frowning.\n\n\n Reston-Farrell said, \"Suffice to say,\n you are now one hundred and seventy-three\n years after the last memory you\n have.\"", "\"I see.\" Brett-James cleared his\n throat. \"Mexico is no longer a separate\n nation, Mr. Prantera. All North\n America has been united into one\n unit. Today, there are only eight nations\n in the world.\"", "Two guys special, named Brett-James\n and Doc Reston-Farrell. I think one\n of the first jobs I'm gunna hafta do", "Brett-James nodded to him, friendly,\n so far as Joe could see. He said\n gently, \"I think it would be Mr. Joseph", "Salviati happened to be Joe's mother's\n maiden name. But it was unlikely\n this character could have known that.", "Prantera, wouldn't it? The maternal\n linage was almost universally\n ignored.\" His voice too gave the impression\n he was speaking a language", "Warren Brett-James said softly,\n \"Mr. Prantera, you are no longer in\n the year 1960, you are now in the\n year 2133.\"", "\"Ya think I'm stupid? I can see\n that.\"\n\n\n \"I was about to say, Los Angeles of\n 1960. Mr. Prantera, we welcome you\n to Nuevo Los Angeles.\"", "Reston-Farrell said, \"May I present\n my colleague, Citizen Warren Brett-James?\n Warren, this is our guest from\n ... from yesteryear, Mr. Joseph Salviati-Prantera.\"", "\"2133,\" Reston-Farrell said. \"2133\n A.D. they would say.\"", "comprehension was seeping through\n to him even as he talked. \"Everybody\n I know, Jessie, Tony, the Kid, Big\n Louis, everybody, they're dead. Even", "Dr. Reston-Farrell controlled the\n car. Joe Prantera sat in the seat next\n to him and Warren Brett-James sat\n in the back. Joe had, tucked in his", "\"O.K. I still don't wanta get caught.\n What\nis\nthe rap these days, huh?\"\n Joe scowled. \"You said they didn't\n have no jails any more.\"", "That took a long, unbelieving moment\n to sink in. \"You mean, like, no\n matter what they do? That's crazy.\n Everybody'd be running around giving\n it to everybody else.\"", "The doctor said, \"We explained\n the other day, Mr. Prantera. Citizen\n Howard Temple-Tracy is a dangerous,\n atavistic, evil genius. We are\n afraid for our institutions if his plans\n are allowed to mature.\"", "\"Yes,\" Brett-James said, his voice\n soft. \"They are all dead, Mr. Prantera.\n Their children are all dead, and their\n grandchildren.\"", "The clothes on the newcomer were\n wrong, too. For the first time, Joe\n Prantera began to sense an alienness—a\n something that was awfully\n wrong.", "Brett-James said, \"Let me do it,\n Lawrence.\" He turned his eyes to Joe.\n \"Mr. Prantera, in your own era, did\n you ever consider the future?\"" ], [ "Temple-Tracy is aware of this and\n finds his recruits among the young.\"", "Citizen Temple-Tracy sat at a\n desk. There was only one other chair\n in the room. Joe Prantera ignored it\n and remained standing.", "Temple-Tracy stared at the weapon.\n \"It's a handgun, circa, I would\n say, about 1925 Old Calendar. What\n in the world are you doing with it?\"", "Citizen Howard Temple-Tracy\n eyed him appraisingly. \"Perhaps,\" he\n said, \"you are right at that. In the near", "Citizen Temple-Tracy said, \"What\n can I do for you?\"", "Dr. Reston-Farrell said, \"Howard\n Temple-Tracy lives alone. He customarily\n receives visitors every afternoon,", "\"You will be turned over to a medical\n institution. Citizen Howard Temple-Tracy\n is the last man you will\n ever kill, Mr. Prantera.\"", "let's get down to facts. Summa the\n things you guys say don't stick together\n so good. Now, first place,\n where's this guy Temple-Tracy you", "An elevator—he still wasn't used\n to their speed in this era—whooshed\n him to the penthouse duplex occupied\n by Citizen Howard Temple-Tracy.", "Brett-James said, \"Why not just go\n to Temple-Tracy's apartment and, ah,\n dispose of him?\"", "The doctor said, \"We explained\n the other day, Mr. Prantera. Citizen\n Howard Temple-Tracy is a dangerous,\n atavistic, evil genius. We are\n afraid for our institutions if his plans\n are allowed to mature.\"", "Joe said, \"Joseph Salviati-Prantera\n to interview Citizen Howard Temple-Tracy.\"\n\n\n The other's shaggy eyebrows rose.\n \"Indeed,\" he said. \"In Amer-English?\"", "Joe Prantera said impatiently, \"The\n getaway. After I give it to this Howard\n Temple-Tracy guy, I gotta go on\n the run, don't I?\"", "Reston-Farrell said, \"You mean,\n where does he reside? Why, here in\n this city.\"", "Warren Brett-James said soothingly,\n \"Prepare yourself for somewhat\n of a shock, Mr. Prantera. You are no\n longer in Los Angeles—\"", "Dr. Reston-Farrell controlled the\n car. Joe Prantera sat in the seat next\n to him and Warren Brett-James sat\n in the back. Joe had, tucked in his", "There was nothing else to do. Joe\n dressed, then followed him.\nIn the adjoining room was a circular\n table that would have accommodated", "Brett-James was shaking his head.\n \"No. You see, by coincidence, a police\n squad car was coming down the", "Reston-Farrell and Brett-James\n were both present. The three of them\n sat in the living room of the latter's", "He looked out, however, not on the\n lawns and walks of a sanitarium but\n upon a wide boulevard of what was\n obviously a populous city." ], [ "\"This is difficult for you to understand,\n I imagine,\" Reston-Farrell told\n him, \"but, you see, we no longer punish\n people in this era.\"", "\"The motivation for crime has\n been removed, Mr. Prantera,\" Reston-Farrell\n attempted to explain. \"A\n person who commits a violence\n against another is obviously in need\n of medical care. And, consequently,\n receives it.\"", "\"See here, Mr. Prantera,\" Brett-James\n said softly. \"We no longer have\n capital punishment, you must realize.\"", "\"You will be turned over to a medical\n institution. Citizen Howard Temple-Tracy\n is the last man you will\n ever kill, Mr. Prantera.\"", "\"If I understand your idiom correctly,\n you mean prison. There are\n no prisons in this era, Mr. Prantera.\"", "\"O.K. I still don't wanta get caught.\n What\nis\nthe rap these days, huh?\"\n Joe scowled. \"You said they didn't\n have no jails any more.\"", "past two centuries as there has in\n any other. Your treatment would be\n brief and painless, believe me.\"", "He spent the first three days of his\n life in the year 2133 getting the feel\n of things. Brett-James and Reston-Farrell", "\"O.K., so this guy is dangerous.\n You want him knocked off before he\n screws everything up. But the way", "age. Once this task has been performed,\n we will sponsor your entry\n into present day society. Competent\n psychiatric therapy will soon remove\n your present—\"", "\"Not exactly,\" Brett-James said,\n frowning.\n\n\n Reston-Farrell said, \"Suffice to say,\n you are now one hundred and seventy-three\n years after the last memory you\n have.\"", "\"You mean, like, if I steal a car or\n something, they just take me to a\n doctor?\" Joe Prantera was unbelieving.", "\"Dump the heat?\"\n\n\n \"Get rid of the gun. You want I\n should get caught with the gun on\n me? I'd wind up in the gas chamber\n so quick—\"", "Warren Brett-James said softly,\n \"Mr. Prantera, you are no longer in\n the year 1960, you are now in the\n year 2133.\"", "Brett-James grimaced in amusement.\n \"Mr. Prantera, this will probably\n be difficult for you to comprehend,\n but there are no police in this\n era.\"", "future, I may well need an assistant\n knowledgeable in the field of violence.\n Tell me more about yourself.\n You surprise me considerably.\"", "\"You mean you're yella?\"\n\n\n \"No, if by that you mean afraid. It\n is simply not within us to take the\n life of a fellow creature—not to speak\n of a fellow man.\"", "Something went wrong. Big Louis, he\n ain't going to like this.\nHe brought his thinking to the\n present. So far as he could remember,", "The doctor said, \"We explained\n the other day, Mr. Prantera. Citizen\n Howard Temple-Tracy is a dangerous,\n atavistic, evil genius. We are\n afraid for our institutions if his plans\n are allowed to mature.\"", "\"I wanta mouthpiece,\" Joe said\n flatly, \"or let me outta here.\"\n\n\n Lawrence Reston-Farrell said, \"You\n are not being constrained. There are\n clothes for you in the closet there.\"" ], [ "in one direction,\nwith\nthe flow of the\n time stream. There can be no return\n to your own era.\"", "Brett-James was shaking his head\n again. \"I am afraid there is no return,\n Mr. Prantera. Time travel works but", "Warren Brett-James said softly,\n \"Mr. Prantera, you are no longer in\n the year 1960, you are now in the\n year 2133.\"", "Joe Prantera had never been exposed\n to the concept of time travel.\n He had simply never associated with\n anyone who had ever even remotely\n considered such an idea. Now he said,\n \"You mean, like, I been asleep all\n that time?\"", "\"And no money to put in them.\n We found it a rather antiquated\n method of distribution well over a\n century ago.\"\n\n\n Joe had given up. Now he merely\n stared.", "leaves the house all by hisself. O.K.,\n so I can make plans, like, to give it\n to him.\" Joe Prantera wound it up\n reasonably. \"You gotta have a finger.\"", "Brett-James said, \"Let me do it,\n Lawrence.\" He turned his eyes to Joe.\n \"Mr. Prantera, in your own era, did\n you ever consider the future?\"", "Brett-James evidently had something\n to do with the process that had enabled\n them to bring Joe from the\n past. Joe didn't know how they'd", "The two men of the future said\n nothing more for long minutes while\n Joe Prantera's mind whirled its confusion.", "\"Not exactly,\" Brett-James said,\n frowning.\n\n\n Reston-Farrell said, \"Suffice to say,\n you are now one hundred and seventy-three\n years after the last memory you\n have.\"", "Joe glared at him. Then sat down\n again, as abruptly as he'd arisen.\n\"Let's start all over again. I got this", "And for a moment again, Joe Prantera\n felt the depths of nausea.\n\n\n This was not his world.", "They had him pegged all right. Joe\n said, \"But why me? Why don't you\n get some heavy from now? Somebody\n knows the ropes these days.\"", "There was nothing else to do. Joe\n dressed, then followed him.\nIn the adjoining room was a circular\n table that would have accommodated", "Joe was indignant. \"Just like that,\n eh?\" he said sarcastically. \"Then what\n happens? How do I get out of the", "Something went wrong. Big Louis, he\n ain't going to like this.\nHe brought his thinking to the\n present. So far as he could remember,", "Joe Prantera's mind suddenly reverted\n to those last memories and his\n eyes narrowed dangerously. He felt\n suddenly at bay. He said, \"Maybe\n you guys better let me in on what's\n this all about.\"", "\"I wanta get out of here,\" Joe said.\n\n\n \"Where would you go?\"", "\"That is correct.\"\n\n\n \"Like hell you do. You think I'm\n stupid? I never even seen you before.\"\n Joe Prantera came abruptly to\n his feet. \"I'm gettin' outta here.\"", "Joe Prantera said impatiently, \"The\n getaway. After I give it to this Howard\n Temple-Tracy guy, I gotta go on\n the run, don't I?\"" ] ]

[ "What does the Tydeman tube do?", "What is Desperate Debra?", "What was Desperate Debra originally designed for?", "What percentage of cesarean births in the UK every year are classified as emergencies?", "What is one consequence caused by the concern over the increased number of babies born by cesarian?", "When doing a cesarian for an impacted fetus, what might a doctor see?", "How often do doctors request a push-up during an unplanned cesarian?", "What inspired Dr. Tydeman's device?", "What was Desperate Debra originally made of?", "When was the earliest childbirth simulator developed?" ]

[ [ "The Tydeman tube is placed in the uterus near the baby's head. The tube opens into a soft silicone cup, which is placed on the part of the head that is exposed through the cervix. Pushing air in through the tube releases suction forces that may be holding the baby in place.", "The Tydeman tube is placed in the uterus near the baby's head. The doctor can inflate or deflate the tube as necessary to help ease the baby out of the birth canal.", "The Tydeman tube is placed in the uterus near the baby's head. The tube opens into a soft silicone cup, which is placed on the part of the head that is exposed through the cervix. Pulling air out through the tube releases suction forces that may be holding the baby in place.", "The Tydeman tube is placed in the uterus near the baby's head. Pushing air in to inflate the tube keeps the umbilical cord from closing around the baby's neck." ], [ "Desperate Debra is a training device obstetricians use to simulate delivering babies.", "Desperate Debra is a training device obstetricians use to simulate delivering an impacted fetus.", "Desperate Debra is a training device used to simulate cesarean deliveries.", "Desperate Debra is a training device obstetricians use to simulate delivering a baby when the mother has preeclampsia." ], [ "She was originally designed for autopsy simulations.", "She was originally designed to test the Tyedeman tube.", "She was originally designed as a crash test dummy.", "She was originally designed for practicing CPR." ], [ "Nearly one half", "Nearly two thirds", "Nearly one quarter", "Nearly three quarters" ], [ "Mothers who chose cesarian delivery may be shunned.", "Doctors may refuse to do a cesarian for fear of being sued.", "Medical staff may allow a difficult birth to continue for longer before resorting to surgery.", "Doctors are warier about doing cesareans." ], [ "An arm", "A shoulder", "The torso", "A leg" ], [ "5 percent of deliveries", "10 percent of deliveries", "15 percent of deliveries", "20 percent of deliveries" ], [ "The sound of a Wellington boot being pulled out of the mud.", "The sound of the dentists' suction tube.", "His own wife's emergency cesarian.", "The sound of a Wellington boot being pulled out of quicksand." ], [ "Ballistics gel over a plastic tube scaffolding", "Silicone over a plastic tube scaffolding", "Latex over a plastic tube scaffolding", "A neoprene wetsuit over a plastic tube scaffolding" ], [ "Sometime in the fourth century", "Sometime in the eighteenth century", "Sometime in the thirteenth century", "Sometime in the first century" ] ]

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Assessing", "the tube, the user places the cup against the part", "a tube up into the vagina so that it can", "says Tydeman, \"you make the incision in the same place,", "to have inspired Tydeman to develop his device was the", "That Tydeman was able to do this comes as", "\"It wasn't actually that difficult,\" Tydeman says.", "Tydeman can remember the exact moment when the idea", "the tube sitting on the shelf. So they eventually decided", "real thing. \"Terribly flattering,\" Tydeman laughs.", "difficult. \"It makes your fingers hurt,\" says Tydeman. \"It" ], [ "In the meantime, back to Desperate Debra: so named,", "Desperate Debra herself is now thriving.", "To understand the desperation of Debra and how the Tydeman", "So you can stop worrying. Debra – Desperate Debra", "The inventor of the tube and of Desperate Debra", "The baby's mother – she's called Debra – remains impassive throughout these agonised fumblings. Her face reveals nothing of what she may be feeling. But then Debra has no feelings. Indeed she has no face…", "Debra is Dr Graham Tydeman, a consultant in obstetrics and", "about Debra’s impact. \"When we first brought Debra out,\"", "tube. Paradoxically, although the testing equipment, Debra, is now", "When originally conceived, remember, Debra was simply a means of testing the effectiveness of the tube. What she looked like was neither here nor there. It was only once Debra was reborn as a teaching aid that she needed sprucing up.", "part. They all received a brief explanation of how Debra", "In Debra as she is now, the precise extent", "Debra works, and were then asked to try a timed", "Although tests carried out with the Debra prototype showed that", "Scotland to London,\" he says. \"Debra was with me because", "Only after he'd built Debra did he realise that she", "at Debra and tell him what she thought. She put", "the original Debra in a weekend. The skin was made", "impressed. 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I've pushed my" ], [ "to have inspired Tydeman to develop his device was the", "The Tydeman tube is a gadget intended to make this", "Tydeman can remember the exact moment when the idea", "came up with a device – the Tydeman tube –", "because the first Tydeman tube had become available at St", "\"It wasn't actually that difficult,\" Tydeman says.", "That Tydeman was able to do this comes as", "Tydeman showed the prototype to Adam Rouilly, an established company", "To understand the desperation of Debra and how the Tydeman", "Tydeman didn't do much with the idea until 10", "Oddly, as medicine became more scientific, most of these devices", "real thing. \"Terribly flattering,\" Tydeman laughs.", "that the tube would work as intended, Tydeman and his", "The following morning, at St Thomas's, Tydeman asked a", "named, Tydeman says, not after any particular person but because", "Although the Tydeman tube is still in gestation, Desperate", "says Tydeman, \"you make the incision in the same place,", "like Graham Tydeman, sometimes with workshops rich in discarded junk,", "money,\" says Tydeman, \"but you've already got what seems", "difficult. \"It makes your fingers hurt,\" says Tydeman. \"It" ], [ "In the meantime, back to Desperate Debra: so named,", "Desperate Debra herself is now thriving.", "The inventor of the tube and of Desperate Debra", "When originally conceived, remember, Debra was simply a means of testing the effectiveness of the tube. What she looked like was neither here nor there. It was only once Debra was reborn as a teaching aid that she needed sprucing up.", "To understand the desperation of Debra and how the Tydeman", "the original Debra in a weekend. The skin was made", "The baby's mother – she's called Debra – remains impassive throughout these agonised fumblings. Her face reveals nothing of what she may be feeling. But then Debra has no feelings. Indeed she has no face…", "about Debra’s impact. \"When we first brought Debra out,\"", "So you can stop worrying. Debra – Desperate Debra", "Although tests carried out with the Debra prototype showed that", "tube. Paradoxically, although the testing equipment, Debra, is now", "Only after he'd built Debra did he realise that she", "part. They all received a brief explanation of how Debra", "impressed. A year later, the first of Debra's smartened-up", "In Debra as she is now, the precise extent", "Debra works, and were then asked to try a timed", "Debra is Dr Graham Tydeman, a consultant in obstetrics and", "inside Debra's body, it's also possible vary the degree of", "made in plasticine, and the rest comprised old springs and", "at Debra and tell him what she thought. She put" ], [ "Bologna surgeon Giovanni Antonio Galli devised a birthing simulator", "Given the universality of childbirth it's no surprise that,", "simulator comprising a glass uterus supported by an artificial pelvis", "simulator.\" No such simulator existed – so he decided to", "a firmly impacted baby from a simulator is lot better", "Oddly, as medicine became more scientific, most of these devices", "a simulator designed to help doctors practise their skill at", "Considering the universality of childbirth, impaction and the best", "she simulates the full range of difficulty that obstetricians are", "company specialising in medical models and simulators. They were impressed.", "a simulator like this? Very, according to Annette Briley.", "At St Thomas's, midwives in training also get an", "started life as a lash-up in an obstetrician's home", "pelvis and containing a flexible foetus. Trainees had to deliver", "for simulation. Its value in professional training has had to", "an unborn baby may adopt. By tightening a spring inside", "the simulator offered a realistic experience of dealing with an", "The use of simulators to teach technical skills is", "In a protracted birth that's destined to end with", "When originally conceived, remember, Debra was simply a means of testing the effectiveness of the tube. What she looked like was neither here nor there. It was only once Debra was reborn as a teaching aid that she needed sprucing up." ] ]

[ "How old was the narrator when he discovered he had a special gift?", "Why does the narrator reveal his secret ability to Julia?", "Why does the narrator make a phone call before explaining the bomb to Julia?", "Why didn't Julia pick up her suitcase with the other passengers?", "Why doesn't the narrator use his powers to win at slot machines?", "How did the bomb get in Julia's suitcase?", "What happened to the man who stole the suitcases?", "Why doesn't Julia tell the policeman about the bomb?" ]

[ [ "15", "9", "12", "18" ], [ "He loves Julia, and he doesn't want there to be any secrets between them.", "If he doesn't explain his ability, she'll think he's a creeper for going in her luggage.", "He needs to stay with the suitcase to keep the bomb from going off. He needs her cooperation.", "He'll have a better chance of getting her to believe him than the airport policeman believing his story." ], [ "The narrator needs to call airport security so that they can evacuate the area before he explains the situation to Julia.", "The narrator needs to call the FBI and report the bomb before he explains the situation to Julia.", "The narrator fakes making a phone call so that he can focus on stopping the bomb again.", "The narrator needs to alert the bomb squad before he explains the situation to Julia." ], [ "Julia was detained by customs before she could get to the baggage claim.", "Julia went to call her sister before collecting her suitcase.", "Julia was told that her suitcase didn't make the flight when they were mid-air. ", "Julia didn't want to be near the suitcase when the bomb went off." ], [ "He did use his powers to win at slot machines. He got himself banned from casinos.", "He thought about using his powers to win at slot machines but then decided it was too risky. He was afraid of getting caught.", "The mechanical workings of the slot machines are too difficult for him to control.", "He did use his powers to win at slot machines for a while. Then he became addicted to gambling and had to join Gamblers Annonymous." ], [ "Julia's sister slipped the bomb inside the suitcase before she left for the airport.", "Julia put the bomb in her suitcase before she left home.", "A terrorist at the airport grabbed Julia's bag at random and slipped the bomb inside.", "Julia's husband put the bomb in her suitcase before she left the house." ], [ "The man who stole the suitcases was arrested by the FBI after the bomb-sniffing dogs caught up with him.", "The man who stole the suitcases was mauled by the bomb-sniffing dogs.", "The man who stole the suitcases died when the bomb exploded.", "The man who stole the suitcases was arrested by the airport police." ], [ "This is her chance to disappear and start a new life. ", "She doesn't think the police will believe her husband tried to kill her.", "She does not want to be blamed for the thief's death.", "She doesn't want the narrator to have to explain his gifts." ] ]

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[ [ "Since then I've kept quiet. At one time I assumed everybody was able\n to sense. I've known better for years. Still, I wonder how many other\n people are as close-mouthed about their special gift as I am about mine.", "It started when I was a kid, this business of being able to explore\n the insides of things like purses and sealed boxes and locked drawers", "Over coffee I explained it all to her, how I had this extrasensory\n ability, how she was the first person I had ever revealed it to, and\n how I had discovered what was in her overnight bag.", "But I've learned to move things. Ever so little. A piece of paper. A\n feather. Once I stopped one of those little glass-enclosed light or", "stared back. Then I quickly reached for my baggage check and presented\n it to him. His hand hovered over the handle of the little red bag and I", "The man turned, took one look at me, and started to run. He came\n abreast an old gray, mud-spattered coupe, ran around, opened the door\n and threw both bags into the rear seat as he got in.", "During the telling, her untouched coffee grew a skin, her face grew\n pale, her eyes grew less curious and more troubled. There were tears\n there when I finished. I asked her who put the bomb in her bag.", "\"Bag? Suitcase?\" he mumbled. Then he became excited. \"Why, a man just\n stepped out of here—\" He turned to look down the street. \"That's him.\"", "Nuts to wild talents! Mine was no\n \nsatisfaction, never earned me a penny—and\n \nnow it had me fighting for my life in", "\"Joe did,\" she said in a toneless voice, not looking at me any more but\n staring vacantly across the room. \"Joe put it there.\" Behind her eyes\n she was reliving some recent scene.", "To my horror I found that the balance wheel was rocking again. Closing\n my eyes and gritting my teeth, I forced my senses to the wheel, tugging\n and pulling and shoving and pushing until it finally stopped.", "I should not have been there, that much I knew; I should be with a\n man named Amos Magaffey on Sixth Street at ten o'clock, discussing", "sister.\" Her smile was bleak. \"I see now why he wanted to put in those\n books. I'd finished packing and was in the bathroom. He said he'd put", "Chronicle\n, folded and put\n it beside me, turned and looked out the window, expecting to see the\n San Joaquin Valley but finding only a sea of clouds instead. So I", "My heart was beating in jackhammer rhythm; my mouth was dry and my mind\n was numb. Tell somebody about the bomb before it's too late! No, they'd", "was ready to yell at him. But then, matching numbers on the tags with\n his eyes, his hand grasped the handle of my own suitcase and pushed it\n toward me.", "\"That he did,\" I said.\n\n\n Just then the airport policeman started across the street from the\n parking lot. Redcap said, \"Better tell him about it.\"", "in some books we'd both finished reading—for my sister. That's when he\n must have put the—put it in there.\"", "I turned my back to him, put down my suitcase, leaned against the\n counter and reached out for the wheel. I found I could reach the\n device, but it was far away. When I tried to dampen it, the wheel\n escaped my grasp.", "entered into a union with it so strong that after I had reduced it to\n immobility, it was like waking when I opened my eyes.\nThe baggage claim attendant was staring at me. For only a moment I" ], [ "Over coffee I explained it all to her, how I had this extrasensory\n ability, how she was the first person I had ever revealed it to, and\n how I had discovered what was in her overnight bag.", "\"I'd rather not then,\" Julia said. She turned to me. \"I'd like some\n air. Can't we walk a little?\"\n\n\n \"Sure,\" I said.", "The dumpy man I'd seen was walking off; Julia's bag in his right hand,\n mine in his left. He seemed in no hurry.\n\n\n \"Hey!\" I shouted, starting toward him.", "airport policeman. After I explained it to her, the girl—she said her\n name was Julia Claremont—agreed to tell him she thought there was a", "was all right. I didn't want to see him. I didn't know what Julia was\n thinking.", "close to bawling again. Then she recovered and said, \"I'm not sure I\n want to know.\" I admired her for saying it. Joe must have been crazy.", "\"That he did,\" I said.\n\n\n Just then the airport policeman started across the street from the\n parking lot. Redcap said, \"Better tell him about it.\"", "My heart was beating in jackhammer rhythm; my mouth was dry and my mind\n was numb. Tell somebody about the bomb before it's too late! No, they'd", "But we never left the spot because an explosion some blocks distant\n shattered the air. Julia's hand grasped my arm. Hard.\n\n\n \"Jets,\" the redcap said, eying the sky.", "\"Joe did,\" she said in a toneless voice, not looking at me any more but\n staring vacantly across the room. \"Joe put it there.\" Behind her eyes\n she was reliving some recent scene.", "Maybe I could convince them I could stop a clock—but not before the\n bomb exploded. And then what? My secret would be out and my life would", "Since then I've kept quiet. At one time I assumed everybody was able\n to sense. I've known better for years. Still, I wonder how many other\n people are as close-mouthed about their special gift as I am about mine.", "\"My husband.\" I thought she was going to really bawl, but she got\n control again. \"This trip was his idea, my coming down here to visit my", "During the telling, her untouched coffee grew a skin, her face grew\n pale, her eyes grew less curious and more troubled. There were tears\n there when I finished. I asked her who put the bomb in her bag.", "sister.\" Her smile was bleak. \"I see now why he wanted to put in those\n books. I'd finished packing and was in the bathroom. He said he'd put", "\"Gladly. Let me buy you a cup of coffee and I'll explain.\"\n\n\n She glanced at the bags. I told her they'd be all right. We followed\n the short, fat man into the coffee shop.", "It started when I was a kid, this business of being able to explore\n the insides of things like purses and sealed boxes and locked drawers", "inside in time to see him enter through a side door and deposit the bag\n on the scales at the airline desk and say something to the clerk. The\n clerk nodded and moved the bag to the rear room.", "entered into a union with it so strong that after I had reduced it to\n immobility, it was like waking when I opened my eyes.\nThe baggage claim attendant was staring at me. For only a moment I", "\"Yeah.\" He was so bored I was tempted to tell him what was in it. But\n he was eying me with a \"well-why-don't-you-get-along?\" look." ], [ "My heart was beating in jackhammer rhythm; my mouth was dry and my mind\n was numb. Tell somebody about the bomb before it's too late! No, they'd", "bomb in her bag, that she had noticed a ticking and had become worried\n because she knew she hadn't packed a clock. It wasn't good, but it\n would have to do.", "\"I'll explain in a moment. Please stand right here while I make a\n telephone call.\" I moved toward the phone booth, paused and said, \"And\n don't ask me why.\"\n\n\n She gave me a speculative look.", "But we never left the spot because an explosion some blocks distant\n shattered the air. Julia's hand grasped my arm. Hard.\n\n\n \"Jets,\" the redcap said, eying the sky.", "During the telling, her untouched coffee grew a skin, her face grew\n pale, her eyes grew less curious and more troubled. There were tears\n there when I finished. I asked her who put the bomb in her bag.", "All right, so I had stopped the bomb's timer. My mind raced ahead to\n the landing. When they unloaded the luggage, the balance wheel would", "The dumpy man I'd seen was walking off; Julia's bag in his right hand,\n mine in his left. He seemed in no hurry.\n\n\n \"Hey!\" I shouted, starting toward him.", "through the terminal and out the entrance and away, but I could not. I\n had my suitcase to get, for one thing. The damned bomb was the other.", "airport policeman. After I explained it to her, the girl—she said her\n name was Julia Claremont—agreed to tell him she thought there was a", "Maybe I could convince them I could stop a clock—but not before the\n bomb exploded. And then what? My secret would be out and my life would", "\"Hey, officer, let me tell you about a bomb in a little red bag.\" But\n I didn't. I didn't because I caught a movement at the baggage claim\n counter out of the side of my eye.", "\"I'd rather not then,\" Julia said. She turned to me. \"I'd like some\n air. Can't we walk a little?\"\n\n\n \"Sure,\" I said.", "I didn't listen for the rest. I went into the booth, closed the door,\n pretended to drop a coin and dial a number. But all the time I was in", "determine who had got the one with the bomb. Now all that was left was\n the attendant and I had two bags—my own battered veteran of years, and\n a fine new red overnight case, small enough to be the one.", "flimsy things you'd never find in a man's—and I didn't know it was a\n bomb right away. I thought it was just a clock, one of those small,", "The clock's balance wheel was rocking merrily. Quickly I went up past\n the train of gears to the alarm wheel. If this was anything like my own\n alarm clock, this one had something like ten minutes to go.", "I shook my head. \"Just waiting.\"\n\n\n Just waiting for somebody to pick up a bomb.", "quiet alarms. I was going to pass it by and go on, but what held me\n was that something was taped to it. By the feel, I knew it must be", "\"That he did,\" I said.\n\n\n Just then the airport policeman started across the street from the\n parking lot. Redcap said, \"Better tell him about it.\"", "inside in time to see him enter through a side door and deposit the bag\n on the scales at the airline desk and say something to the clerk. The\n clerk nodded and moved the bag to the rear room." ], [ "The clerk took it, nodded, and in a moment brought out the overnight\n case and set it on the scales. The girl thanked him, picked it up,\n glanced at me indifferently, and then started for the entrance with it.", "\"Bag? Suitcase?\" he mumbled. Then he became excited. \"Why, a man just\n stepped out of here—\" He turned to look down the street. \"That's him.\"", "There was a flurry of ticket matching, hands grabbing for suitcases,\n and a general exodus on the part of my fellow passengers, too fast to", "The dumpy man I'd seen was walking off; Julia's bag in his right hand,\n mine in his left. He seemed in no hurry.\n\n\n \"Hey!\" I shouted, starting toward him.", "\"For God's sake!\" I took the case. She offered no resistance. I put her\n bag and mine next to the booth. When I turned around she was standing", "through the terminal and out the entrance and away, but I could not. I\n had my suitcase to get, for one thing. The damned bomb was the other.", "I never did find my suitcase because I found the bomb first.\nThe bomb was in a small bag—a woman's bag judging by the soft,", "walked back to the entranceway where Julia was standing with the\n redcap, who said, \"That man steal them suitcases?\"", "\"I'd rather not then,\" Julia said. She turned to me. \"I'd like some\n air. Can't we walk a little?\"\n\n\n \"Sure,\" I said.", "It was impossible to tell from this distance just which bag contained\n the bomb; I could hardly identify my own scarred suitcase. The", "determine who had got the one with the bomb. Now all that was left was\n the attendant and I had two bags—my own battered veteran of years, and\n a fine new red overnight case, small enough to be the one.", "But we never left the spot because an explosion some blocks distant\n shattered the air. Julia's hand grasped my arm. Hard.\n\n\n \"Jets,\" the redcap said, eying the sky.", "I blinked my eyes open and looked around. The blonde in the plane stood\n there looking very fresh and bright and unconcerned. In her right hand\n she had a green baggage claim check.", "I was standing. I didn't know whether to stay or run, imagining the\n balance wheel now happily rocking again. The load went past me down a\n ramp to the front of the air terminal where the luggage was unloaded", "The attendant had picked up the bag and was walking with it up the ramp\n to the rear of the air terminal. Picking up my own suitcase, I went", "entered into a union with it so strong that after I had reduced it to\n immobility, it was like waking when I opened my eyes.\nThe baggage claim attendant was staring at me. For only a moment I", "She stopped and stared. I noticed a short, fat man in a rumpled\n suitcoat and unpressed pants staring, too. Ignoring him, I said,", "airport policeman. After I explained it to her, the girl—she said her\n name was Julia Claremont—agreed to tell him she thought there was a", "I lit another cigarette and glanced now and then toward the baggage\n claim area. The red bag was still there. All sorts of theories ran\n through my head as to why it should still be there, and none satisfied\n me.", "was ready to yell at him. But then, matching numbers on the tags with\n his eyes, his hand grasped the handle of my own suitcase and pushed it\n toward me." ], [ "I turned my back to him, put down my suitcase, leaned against the\n counter and reached out for the wheel. I found I could reach the\n device, but it was far away. When I tried to dampen it, the wheel\n escaped my grasp.", "and cams and springs on the slot machines. But there's nothing delicate\n about a slot machine, and the spring tensions are too strong. I dropped\n quite a lot of nickels before I finally gave up.", "But I've learned to move things. Ever so little. A piece of paper. A\n feather. Once I stopped one of those little glass-enclosed light or", "So I'm stuck with a talent I've found little real use for. Except that\n it amuses me. Sometimes. Not like this time on the plane.", "I said, \"What happens if nobody claims it?\"\n\n\n \"Take it inside. Why?\"\n\n\n He was getting too curious. \"Oh, I just wondered, that's all.\"", "When I first learned to do this, I thought I had it made. I even went\n to Las Vegas to try my hand, so to speak, with the ratchets and pawls", "Maybe I could convince them I could stop a clock—but not before the\n bomb exploded. And then what? My secret would be out and my life would", "counter, and it wasn't because of the sunshine I'd been soaking in. I\n had to get as close to the bag as I could if I was going to stop the\n clock again.", "Nuts to wild talents! Mine was no\n \nsatisfaction, never earned me a penny—and\n \nnow it had me fighting for my life in", "I used to think that some day I'd make a lot of money out of it, but\n how? I can't read thoughts. I can't even be sure what some of the\n things I sense in probing really are.", "\"That he did,\" I said.\n\n\n Just then the airport policeman started across the street from the\n parking lot. Redcap said, \"Better tell him about it.\"", "something very mundane, the matter of a printing order. But what could\n I do? If I left the airport, the attendant would eventually take the", "inside in time to see him enter through a side door and deposit the bag\n on the scales at the airline desk and say something to the clerk. The\n clerk nodded and moved the bag to the rear room.", "To my horror I found that the balance wheel was rocking again. Closing\n my eyes and gritting my teeth, I forced my senses to the wheel, tugging\n and pulling and shoving and pushing until it finally stopped.", "\"I—I don't care about mine. I didn't have much of anything in it.\"\n\n\n \"I feel the same way,\" I said. \"Would it be all right if we didn't\n bother to report it?\"", "think I put it there. Besides, what good would it do? There would be\n panic and they'd never get the plane down in time—if they believed me.", "I didn't listen for the rest. I went into the booth, closed the door,\n pretended to drop a coin and dial a number. But all the time I was in", "\"Hey, officer, let me tell you about a bomb in a little red bag.\" But\n I didn't. I didn't because I caught a movement at the baggage claim\n counter out of the side of my eye.", "Since then I've kept quiet. At one time I assumed everybody was able\n to sense. I've known better for years. Still, I wonder how many other\n people are as close-mouthed about their special gift as I am about mine.", "But he moved on down the steps, nodded at the redcap, and started\n across the street to the parking area. I could have called to him," ], [ "I never did find my suitcase because I found the bomb first.\nThe bomb was in a small bag—a woman's bag judging by the soft,", "bomb in her bag, that she had noticed a ticking and had become worried\n because she knew she hadn't packed a clock. It wasn't good, but it\n would have to do.", "During the telling, her untouched coffee grew a skin, her face grew\n pale, her eyes grew less curious and more troubled. There were tears\n there when I finished. I asked her who put the bomb in her bag.", "determine who had got the one with the bomb. Now all that was left was\n the attendant and I had two bags—my own battered veteran of years, and\n a fine new red overnight case, small enough to be the one.", "through the terminal and out the entrance and away, but I could not. I\n had my suitcase to get, for one thing. The damned bomb was the other.", "But we never left the spot because an explosion some blocks distant\n shattered the air. Julia's hand grasped my arm. Hard.\n\n\n \"Jets,\" the redcap said, eying the sky.", "All right, so I had stopped the bomb's timer. My mind raced ahead to\n the landing. When they unloaded the luggage, the balance wheel would", "\"Hey, officer, let me tell you about a bomb in a little red bag.\" But\n I didn't. I didn't because I caught a movement at the baggage claim\n counter out of the side of my eye.", "airport policeman. After I explained it to her, the girl—she said her\n name was Julia Claremont—agreed to tell him she thought there was a", "The dumpy man I'd seen was walking off; Julia's bag in his right hand,\n mine in his left. He seemed in no hurry.\n\n\n \"Hey!\" I shouted, starting toward him.", "It was impossible to tell from this distance just which bag contained\n the bomb; I could hardly identify my own scarred suitcase. The", "walked back to the entranceway where Julia was standing with the\n redcap, who said, \"That man steal them suitcases?\"", "My heart was beating in jackhammer rhythm; my mouth was dry and my mind\n was numb. Tell somebody about the bomb before it's too late! No, they'd", "\"I'd rather not then,\" Julia said. She turned to me. \"I'd like some\n air. Can't we walk a little?\"\n\n\n \"Sure,\" I said.", "\"Bag? Suitcase?\" he mumbled. Then he became excited. \"Why, a man just\n stepped out of here—\" He turned to look down the street. \"That's him.\"", "I shook my head. \"Just waiting.\"\n\n\n Just waiting for somebody to pick up a bomb.", "inside in time to see him enter through a side door and deposit the bag\n on the scales at the airline desk and say something to the clerk. The\n clerk nodded and moved the bag to the rear room.", "flimsy things you'd never find in a man's—and I didn't know it was a\n bomb right away. I thought it was just a clock, one of those small,", "\"Joe did,\" she said in a toneless voice, not looking at me any more but\n staring vacantly across the room. \"Joe put it there.\" Behind her eyes\n she was reliving some recent scene.", "The clerk took it, nodded, and in a moment brought out the overnight\n case and set it on the scales. The girl thanked him, picked it up,\n glanced at me indifferently, and then started for the entrance with it." ], [ "\"Bag? Suitcase?\" he mumbled. Then he became excited. \"Why, a man just\n stepped out of here—\" He turned to look down the street. \"That's him.\"", "walked back to the entranceway where Julia was standing with the\n redcap, who said, \"That man steal them suitcases?\"", "The man turned, took one look at me, and started to run. He came\n abreast an old gray, mud-spattered coupe, ran around, opened the door\n and threw both bags into the rear seat as he got in.", "determine who had got the one with the bomb. Now all that was left was\n the attendant and I had two bags—my own battered veteran of years, and\n a fine new red overnight case, small enough to be the one.", "\"That he did,\" I said.\n\n\n Just then the airport policeman started across the street from the\n parking lot. Redcap said, \"Better tell him about it.\"", "I never did find my suitcase because I found the bomb first.\nThe bomb was in a small bag—a woman's bag judging by the soft,", "The clerk took it, nodded, and in a moment brought out the overnight\n case and set it on the scales. The girl thanked him, picked it up,\n glanced at me indifferently, and then started for the entrance with it.", "The dumpy man I'd seen was walking off; Julia's bag in his right hand,\n mine in his left. He seemed in no hurry.\n\n\n \"Hey!\" I shouted, starting toward him.", "was ready to yell at him. But then, matching numbers on the tags with\n his eyes, his hand grasped the handle of my own suitcase and pushed it\n toward me.", "I ran to the entrance and nearly collided with the redcap.\n\n\n \"See anybody go out of here with a little red bag and an old battered\n suitcase?\"", "She stopped and stared. I noticed a short, fat man in a rumpled\n suitcoat and unpressed pants staring, too. Ignoring him, I said,", "\"For God's sake!\" I took the case. She offered no resistance. I put her\n bag and mine next to the booth. When I turned around she was standing", "There was a flurry of ticket matching, hands grabbing for suitcases,\n and a general exodus on the part of my fellow passengers, too fast to", "inside in time to see him enter through a side door and deposit the bag\n on the scales at the airline desk and say something to the clerk. The\n clerk nodded and moved the bag to the rear room.", "\"Gladly. Let me buy you a cup of coffee and I'll explain.\"\n\n\n She glanced at the bags. I told her they'd be all right. We followed\n the short, fat man into the coffee shop.", "stared back. Then I quickly reached for my baggage check and presented\n it to him. His hand hovered over the handle of the little red bag and I", "through the terminal and out the entrance and away, but I could not. I\n had my suitcase to get, for one thing. The damned bomb was the other.", "\"Thanks,\" I said, taking it. I glanced ever so casually toward the\n remaining bag. \"One left over, eh?\"", "I said, \"What happens if nobody claims it?\"\n\n\n \"Take it inside. Why?\"\n\n\n He was getting too curious. \"Oh, I just wondered, that's all.\"", "It was impossible to tell from this distance just which bag contained\n the bomb; I could hardly identify my own scarred suitcase. The" ], [ "airport policeman. After I explained it to her, the girl—she said her\n name was Julia Claremont—agreed to tell him she thought there was a", "\"Hey, officer, let me tell you about a bomb in a little red bag.\" But\n I didn't. I didn't because I caught a movement at the baggage claim\n counter out of the side of my eye.", "During the telling, her untouched coffee grew a skin, her face grew\n pale, her eyes grew less curious and more troubled. There were tears\n there when I finished. I asked her who put the bomb in her bag.", "But we never left the spot because an explosion some blocks distant\n shattered the air. Julia's hand grasped my arm. Hard.\n\n\n \"Jets,\" the redcap said, eying the sky.", "bomb in her bag, that she had noticed a ticking and had become worried\n because she knew she hadn't packed a clock. It wasn't good, but it\n would have to do.", "\"I'd rather not then,\" Julia said. She turned to me. \"I'd like some\n air. Can't we walk a little?\"\n\n\n \"Sure,\" I said.", "My heart was beating in jackhammer rhythm; my mouth was dry and my mind\n was numb. Tell somebody about the bomb before it's too late! No, they'd", "was all right. I didn't want to see him. I didn't know what Julia was\n thinking.", "\"That he did,\" I said.\n\n\n Just then the airport policeman started across the street from the\n parking lot. Redcap said, \"Better tell him about it.\"", "The dumpy man I'd seen was walking off; Julia's bag in his right hand,\n mine in his left. He seemed in no hurry.\n\n\n \"Hey!\" I shouted, starting toward him.", "I never did find my suitcase because I found the bomb first.\nThe bomb was in a small bag—a woman's bag judging by the soft,", "through the terminal and out the entrance and away, but I could not. I\n had my suitcase to get, for one thing. The damned bomb was the other.", "think I put it there. Besides, what good would it do? There would be\n panic and they'd never get the plane down in time—if they believed me.", "I shook my head. \"Just waiting.\"\n\n\n Just waiting for somebody to pick up a bomb.", "All right, so I had stopped the bomb's timer. My mind raced ahead to\n the landing. When they unloaded the luggage, the balance wheel would", "Maybe I could convince them I could stop a clock—but not before the\n bomb exploded. And then what? My secret would be out and my life would", "\"Well,\" the policeman said, \"I can't\nmake\nyou report it.\"", "close to bawling again. Then she recovered and said, \"I'm not sure I\n want to know.\" I admired her for saying it. Joe must have been crazy.", "\"I don't know,\" the policeman said. \"Didn't sound much like a jet to\n me.\"", "\"Joe did,\" she said in a toneless voice, not looking at me any more but\n staring vacantly across the room. \"Joe put it there.\" Behind her eyes\n she was reliving some recent scene." ] ]

[ "What is the Farm?", "Why will adult psi contact hurt the children?", "Why doesn't Tommy want to go back to the Farm?", "Where is the Hoffman Medical Center?", "Where is the Farm?", "Where is the conference next month?", "Why are the grey helmets necessary?", "Why is Melrose so opposed to Lessing publishing his book?", "How did the children come to be at the Farm?", "Why does the block tower fall down?" ]

[ [ "The Farm is Dr. Lessing's home in the country.", "The Farm is a compound where they research the psionic abilities of children.", "The Farm is where they train CIA agents with telekinetic abilities.", "The Farm is where they do genetic testing on children to give them psychic abilities." ], [ "Adult psi contact increases a child's psionic ability so much it can cause a psychotic break.", "Adult psi contact overwhelms the children's brains. It gives them migraines.", "Adult psi contact overwhelms the children's nervous systems. It gives them nose bleeds.", "Adult psi contact dampens the children's natural psionic abilities. Eventually, adult psi contact will snuff out a child's abilities altogether." ], [ "Tommy misses his family and he wants to go home.", "Tommy is tired of being experimented on.", "Tommy is slowly going insane at the farm. ", "He doesn't feel good at the farm. " ], [ "Newark", "Westchester", "Philadelphia", "Trenton" ], [ "New Jersey", "Illinois", "Pennsylvania", "Connecticut" ], [ "Illinois", "New Jersey", "Connecticut", "Pennsylvania" ], [ "The helmets block external psionic forces.", "The helmets improve the reception of external psionic forces.", "The helmets are for safety, as the children are heavily medicated and at high risk for falling.", "The helmets amplify the childrens' psychic abilities." ], [ "The field of psionics is new. If Lessing turns out to be wrong, the whole field of study could be discredited.", "Lessing is Melrose's closest friend. He doesn't want to see Lessing embarrassed if his theory is proved wrong.", "Melrose runs a task force against the publishing of junk science. ", "Melrose is also studying psionics and wants to delay Lessing by any means so that he can publish first." ], [ "Dr. Lessing bought them from their parents.", "Some children are sent to the Farm by their parents for boarding school. Others are orphans and runaways.", "The children come from migrant and refugee camps.", "Dr. Lessing bought them from human traffickers." ], [ "Lessing removed his helmet.", "The children used their psi powers to influence Lessing into removing his helmet.", "The children removed their helmets.", "Unknown. It is too early in the field of psi research to accurately determine the answer." ] ]

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[ [ "for three weeks, and now at six o'clock this morning he decides he's\n leaving the Farm. I talk to him, I sweat him down, I do everything but", "The shuttle car bounced sharply as it left the highway automatics.\n Dorffman took the controls. In a few moments they were skimming through\n the high white gates of the Farm, slowing down at the entrance to a\n long, low building.", "and deeper into the growing frog until there just isn't any tail any\n more.\" Lessing paused, packing tobacco into his pipe. \"That's why we\n have the Farm—to try to discover why. What forces that potential", "A nurse greeted them as they stepped off the elevator. \"We called\n you at the Farm, but you'd already left. The boy—\" She broke off\n helplessly. \"He's sick, Doctor. He's sicker than we ever imagined.\"", "\"I want to hear this fairy tale you're about to publish in the name of\n 'Theory',\" Melrose said. \"I want to see this famous Farm of yours up in", "\"I don't want to go back to the Farm,\" said the boy.\n\n\n \"Why?\"\n\n\n \"I just don't. I hate it there.\"", "\"Of course we do! Look at our work! Look at what we've seen on the\n Farm.\"", "\"That's right. And it stops things from going in. It's an insulator.\n You need it badly. It would hurt you a great deal if you took it off,\n away from the Farm.\"", "drying up there on the Farm, until the distortion was threatening the\n balance of his mind. Then he made an adult contact, and we saw how he", "In the main office building they donned the close-fitting psionic\n monitors required of all personnel at the Farm. They were of a\n hard grey plastic material, with a network of wiring buried in the", "Lessing groaned. As director of psionic research at the Hoffman Medical\n Center, he had long since learned how administrative detail could suck\n up daytime hours. He knew that his real work was at the Farm—yet he", "tie him to the bed, and I waste my time. He's leaving the Farm. Period.\"", "hadn't even been to the Farm in over six weeks. And now, as the book\n approached publication date, Lessing wondered if he would ever really\n get back to work again.", "Lessing shouted for his girl. \"Get Dorffman up here. We're going to the\n Farm this afternoon.\"\n\n\n The girl nodded, then hesitated. \"But what about your lunch?\"", "Lessing smiled. \"This is an isolated phenomenon—it doesn't hold for\n any other three children on the Farm. Nor did we make any effort to\n place them together—they drew each other like magnets. One of our", "knew what happened when adult psi-contact struck a psi-high youngster's\n mind. He had seen it a hundred times at the Farm. But even more—he", "deal with this morning—the one who's threatening to upset the whole\n Conference next month with some crazy theories he's been playing with.\n I'll probably have to take him out to the Farm to shut him up.\" Lessing", "so far afield at that—with scholarships supported by Hoffman Center\n funds. Other children come to us—foundlings, desertees, children from\n broken homes, children of all ages from infancy on. Sometimes they", "He led them into a long, narrow room with chairs and ash trays, facing\n a wide grey glass wall. The room fell into darkness, and through the\n grey glass they could see three children, about four years old, playing\n in a large room.", "Melrose grinned. \"I've heard you have quite a place up here.\"\n\n\n \"It's—unconventional, at any rate,\" Lessing snapped." ], [ "\"Of course,\" said Lessing. \"According to the theory. The theory says\n that adult psi-contact is deadly to the growing child. It smothers", "\"Yes,\" said Melrose. \"I think I'm beginning to see.\" He scratched his\n jaw. \"You think that it's adult psi-contact that drives the child's", "knew what happened when adult psi-contact struck a psi-high youngster's\n mind. He had seen it a hundred times at the Farm. But even more—he", "more powerful and active in infants and children than in adults.\n Somewhere along the line as a child grows up, something happens. We\n don't know what. We do know that the child's psi-potential gradually", "\"The major problem,\" Lessing said, \"has been to shield the children\n from any external psionic stimuli, except those we wished to expose", "their potential through repeated contact until it dries up completely.\n We've proved that, haven't we? Time after time. Everything goes\n according to the theory—except Tommy. But Tommy's psi-potential was", "had felt it in his own mind, bursting from the child. Like a violent\n physical blow, the hate and fear and suspicion and cruelty buried and\n repressed in the adult mind, crushing suddenly into the raw receptors", "trouble I think he's in, we don't dare risk a chance of Adult Contact\n now. We could end up with a dead boy on our hands.\"", "where they can develope what potential they have—\nwithout\nthe\n presence of external psionic influences they would normally be subject\n to. The results have been remarkable.\"", "stay until they have reached college age, or go on to jobs. As far as\n psionics research is concerned, we are not trying to be teachers. We\n are strictly observers. We try to place the youngsters in positions", "Lessing glared at him. \"When we began studying this psi-potential, we\n found out some curious things. For one thing, it seemed to be immensely", "Theory of Psionic Influence on Infant and Child Development.\" A good\n title—concise, commanding, yet modest. They would read it, all right.", "\"And as an Authority on psionic behavior patterns,\" said Melrose\n slowly, \"you would kill us then and there. You would strangle us", "drying up there on the Farm, until the distortion was threatening the\n balance of his mind. Then he made an adult contact, and we saw how he", "\"It blocks off all types of psi activity?\" asked Melrose.\n\n\n \"As far as we can measure, yes.\"\n\n\n \"Which may not be very far.\"", "of the child's mind like a smothering fog—it was a fearful thing. A\n healthy youngster could survive it, even though the scar remained. But\n this youngster was sick—", "potential underground—that somehow adult contact acts like a damper, a\n sort of colossal candle-snuffer.\"", "He led them into a long, narrow room with chairs and ash trays, facing\n a wide grey glass wall. The room fell into darkness, and through the\n grey glass they could see three children, about four years old, playing\n in a large room.", "Connecticut and see for myself how much pressure these experimental\n controls you keep talking about will actually bear. But mostly, I want\n to see just what in psionic hell you're so busy making yourself an", "\"For a working hypothesis—yes. We've known for a long time that every\n human being has extrasensory potential to one degree or another. Not" ], [ "\"I don't want to go back to the Farm,\" said the boy.\n\n\n \"Why?\"\n\n\n \"I just don't. I hate it there.\"", "for three weeks, and now at six o'clock this morning he decides he's\n leaving the Farm. I talk to him, I sweat him down, I do everything but", "\"Tommy!\" Lessing reached out for the toy. The boy drew back in terror,\n clutching it to his chest. \"Go away,\" he choked. \"Go away, go away—\"", "The boy fought back tears. \"But I don't want to go back there—\" The\n fear-pattern was alive again on the tape. \"I don't feel good there. I\n never want to go back.\"", "tie him to the bed, and I waste my time. He's leaving the Farm. Period.\"", "\"Do you know who I am?\"\n\n\n Tommy's eyes shifted haltingly to Lessing's face. He nodded. \"Go away.\"\n\n\n \"Why are you afraid, Tommy?\"", "\"So you bring him down here,\" said Lessing sourly. \"The worst place he\n could be, if something's really wrong.\" He looked across at the boy.\n \"Tommy? Come over and sit down.\"", "hadn't even been to the Farm in over six weeks. And now, as the book\n approached publication date, Lessing wondered if he would ever really\n get back to work again.", "The boy was terrorized. He was literally pulsating with fear.\n\n\n Lessing sat back slowly. \"Tell me about it, Tommy,\" he said gently.", "\"What about Tommy?\" Lessing asked Dorffman as the car sped along\n through the afternoon sun.\n\n\n \"I just finished the prelims. He's not cooperating.\"", "Lessing crossed the room swiftly. \"Tommy,\" he said.\n\n\n The boy didn't even look at him. He stared stupidly at the fire engine.", "Lessing sat down on the table. \"Tommy, listen to me.\" His voice was\n gentle. \"I won't try to take it again. I promise.\"\n\n\n \"Go away.\"", "A nurse greeted them as they stepped off the elevator. \"We called\n you at the Farm, but you'd already left. The boy—\" She broke off\n helplessly. \"He's sick, Doctor. He's sicker than we ever imagined.\"", "\"That's right. And it stops things from going in. It's an insulator.\n You need it badly. It would hurt you a great deal if you took it off,\n away from the Farm.\"", "and deeper into the growing frog until there just isn't any tail any\n more.\" Lessing paused, packing tobacco into his pipe. \"That's why we\n have the Farm—to try to discover why. What forces that potential", "Lessing groaned. As director of psionic research at the Hoffman Medical\n Center, he had long since learned how administrative detail could suck\n up daytime hours. He knew that his real work was at the Farm—yet he", "drying up there on the Farm, until the distortion was threatening the\n balance of his mind. Then he made an adult contact, and we saw how he", "their potential through repeated contact until it dries up completely.\n We've proved that, haven't we? Time after time. Everything goes\n according to the theory—except Tommy. But Tommy's psi-potential was", "And yet\nan animal instinctively seeks its own protection\n. With\n trembling fingers Lessing reached out and opened the baffle-snap on the\n monitor. \"Take it off, Tommy,\" he whispered.", "Lessing shouted for his girl. \"Get Dorffman up here. We're going to the\n Farm this afternoon.\"\n\n\n The girl nodded, then hesitated. \"But what about your lunch?\"" ], [ "Lessing groaned. As director of psionic research at the Hoffman Medical\n Center, he had long since learned how administrative detail could suck\n up daytime hours. He knew that his real work was at the Farm—yet he", ".\"\nLessing and Dorffman rode back to the Hoffman Center in grim silence.\n At first Lessing pretended to work; finally he snapped off the tape", "so far afield at that—with scholarships supported by Hoffman Center\n funds. Other children come to us—foundlings, desertees, children from\n broken homes, children of all ages from infancy on. Sometimes they", "Ten minutes later they rode the elevator down to the transit levels\n and boarded the little shuttle car in the terminal below the\n Hoffman Center. They sat in silence as the car dipped down into the", "MOTHER GOOSE\nDr. David Lessing found Jack Dorffman and the boy waiting in his office\n when he arrived at the Hoffman Center that morning. Dorffman looked as", "A nurse greeted them as they stepped off the elevator. \"We called\n you at the Farm, but you'd already left. The boy—\" She broke off\n helplessly. \"He's sick, Doctor. He's sicker than we ever imagined.\"", "The shuttle car bounced sharply as it left the highway automatics.\n Dorffman took the controls. In a few moments they were skimming through\n the high white gates of the Farm, slowing down at the entrance to a\n long, low building.", "He shut off the scanner and said, \"Send him in, please.\"\nDr. Peter Melrose was tall and thin, with jet black hair and dark", "In the main office building they donned the close-fitting psionic\n monitors required of all personnel at the Farm. They were of a\n hard grey plastic material, with a network of wiring buried in the", "\"So you bring him down here,\" said Lessing sourly. \"The worst place he\n could be, if something's really wrong.\" He looked across at the boy.\n \"Tommy? Come over and sit down.\"", "\"Well, we'll see. You can stay here for a while.\" Lessing nodded at\n Dorffman and stepped into an adjoining room with him. \"You say this has\n been going on for\nthree weeks\n?\"", "long pull beneath Newark, Manhattan and Westchester sectors. In less\n than twenty minutes the car surfaced on a Parkway channel and buzzed\n north and east through the verdant Connecticut countryside.", "\"This kid is driving me nuts,\" said Dorffman through clenched teeth.\n \"He's gone completely hay-wire. Nobody's been able to get near him", "Melrose paced down the narrow room. \"This is very good,\" he said\n suddenly, his voice earnest. \"You have fine facilities here, good", "He led them into a long, narrow room with chairs and ash trays, facing\n a wide grey glass wall. The room fell into darkness, and through the\n grey glass they could see three children, about four years old, playing\n in a large room.", "\"What happened?\"\n\n\n \"Nothing exactly—happened. I don't quite know how to describe it.\"\n She hurried them down the corridor and opened a door into a large\n children's playroom. \"See what you think.\"", "At his elbow the intercom buzzed. \"A gentleman to see you,\" the girl\n said. \"A Dr. Melrose. He's very impatient, sir.\"", "though he'd been running all night. There were dark pouches under his\n eyes; his heavy unshaven face seemed to sag at every crease. Lessing\n glanced sharply at his Field Director and sank down behind his desk", "Jack Dorffman burst in: \"What Dr. Lessing is saying is that they seem\n effective for our purposes.\"\n\n\n \"But you don't know why,\" added Melrose.", "\"Are you frightened?\"\n\n\n The boy bit his lip and nodded slowly.\n\n\n \"Of me? Of Dr. Dorffman?\"\n\n\n \"No. Oh, no!\"" ], [ "for three weeks, and now at six o'clock this morning he decides he's\n leaving the Farm. I talk to him, I sweat him down, I do everything but", "The shuttle car bounced sharply as it left the highway automatics.\n Dorffman took the controls. In a few moments they were skimming through\n the high white gates of the Farm, slowing down at the entrance to a\n long, low building.", "A nurse greeted them as they stepped off the elevator. \"We called\n you at the Farm, but you'd already left. The boy—\" She broke off\n helplessly. \"He's sick, Doctor. He's sicker than we ever imagined.\"", "\"I don't want to go back to the Farm,\" said the boy.\n\n\n \"Why?\"\n\n\n \"I just don't. I hate it there.\"", "\"I want to hear this fairy tale you're about to publish in the name of\n 'Theory',\" Melrose said. \"I want to see this famous Farm of yours up in", "hadn't even been to the Farm in over six weeks. And now, as the book\n approached publication date, Lessing wondered if he would ever really\n get back to work again.", "drying up there on the Farm, until the distortion was threatening the\n balance of his mind. Then he made an adult contact, and we saw how he", "Lessing groaned. As director of psionic research at the Hoffman Medical\n Center, he had long since learned how administrative detail could suck\n up daytime hours. He knew that his real work was at the Farm—yet he", "\"Of course we do! Look at our work! Look at what we've seen on the\n Farm.\"", "and deeper into the growing frog until there just isn't any tail any\n more.\" Lessing paused, packing tobacco into his pipe. \"That's why we\n have the Farm—to try to discover why. What forces that potential", "tie him to the bed, and I waste my time. He's leaving the Farm. Period.\"", "Lessing shouted for his girl. \"Get Dorffman up here. We're going to the\n Farm this afternoon.\"\n\n\n The girl nodded, then hesitated. \"But what about your lunch?\"", "In the main office building they donned the close-fitting psionic\n monitors required of all personnel at the Farm. They were of a\n hard grey plastic material, with a network of wiring buried in the", "\"That's right. And it stops things from going in. It's an insulator.\n You need it badly. It would hurt you a great deal if you took it off,\n away from the Farm.\"", "Lessing smiled. \"This is an isolated phenomenon—it doesn't hold for\n any other three children on the Farm. Nor did we make any effort to\n place them together—they drew each other like magnets. One of our", "knew what happened when adult psi-contact struck a psi-high youngster's\n mind. He had seen it a hundred times at the Farm. But even more—he", "deal with this morning—the one who's threatening to upset the whole\n Conference next month with some crazy theories he's been playing with.\n I'll probably have to take him out to the Farm to shut him up.\" Lessing", "so far afield at that—with scholarships supported by Hoffman Center\n funds. Other children come to us—foundlings, desertees, children from\n broken homes, children of all ages from infancy on. Sometimes they", "Melrose grinned. \"I've heard you have quite a place up here.\"\n\n\n \"It's—unconventional, at any rate,\" Lessing snapped.", "long pull beneath Newark, Manhattan and Westchester sectors. In less\n than twenty minutes the car surfaced on a Parkway channel and buzzed\n north and east through the verdant Connecticut countryside." ], [ "\"I think you'd better wait before you do that,\" Melrose said sharply,\n \"because I'm planning to take you apart at the Conference next month", "speaker at the Conference in Chicago on October 12th. A few remarks in\n discussion of your forthcoming book would be entirely in order—", "\"But the book is due! The Conference speech—\"", "deal with this morning—the one who's threatening to upset the whole\n Conference next month with some crazy theories he's been playing with.\n I'll probably have to take him out to the Farm to shut him up.\" Lessing", "The other letter cheered him a bit more. It bore the letterhead of the\n International Psionics Conference:\n\n\n Dear Dr. Lessing:", "\"You couldn't touch me with a ten foot pole at this conference,\"\n snapped Lessing.", "\"Well, we'll see. You can stay here for a while.\" Lessing nodded at\n Dorffman and stepped into an adjoining room with him. \"You say this has\n been going on for\nthree weeks\n?\"", "for three weeks, and now at six o'clock this morning he decides he's\n leaving the Farm. I talk to him, I sweat him down, I do everything but", ".\"\nLessing and Dorffman rode back to the Hoffman Center in grim silence.\n At first Lessing pretended to work; finally he snapped off the tape", "Melrose paced down the narrow room. \"This is very good,\" he said\n suddenly, his voice earnest. \"You have fine facilities here, good", "Two letters were waiting on Lessing's desk that morning. The first was\n from Roberts Bros., announcing another shift of deadline on the book,\n and demanding the galley proofs two weeks earlier than scheduled.", "\"Bother lunch.\" He gave Melrose a sidelong glare. \"We've got a guest\n here who's got a lot of words he's going to eat for us....\"", "Lessing groaned. As director of psionic research at the Hoffman Medical\n Center, he had long since learned how administrative detail could suck\n up daytime hours. He knew that his real work was at the Farm—yet he", "In the main office building they donned the close-fitting psionic\n monitors required of all personnel at the Farm. They were of a\n hard grey plastic material, with a network of wiring buried in the", "though he'd been running all night. There were dark pouches under his\n eyes; his heavy unshaven face seemed to sag at every crease. Lessing\n glanced sharply at his Field Director and sank down behind his desk", "cut it off under him. Well, that's his worry, not yours.\" Dorffman's\n face was intense. \"Scientifically, you're on unshakeable ground. Every", "presentation of ideas, as it stands. Very austere and authoritarian.\n But a few revisions could change all that—\" He rubbed his hands\n together thoughtfully. \"How about it, Jack? Do we have nerve enough to", "A nurse greeted them as they stepped off the elevator. \"We called\n you at the Farm, but you'd already left. The boy—\" She broke off\n helplessly. \"He's sick, Doctor. He's sicker than we ever imagined.\"", "Lessing slammed his fist down on the desk angrily. \"Have you got the\n day to take a trip?\"\n\n\n \"I've got 'til New Year.\"", "\"So you bring him down here,\" said Lessing sourly. \"The worst place he\n could be, if something's really wrong.\" He looked across at the boy.\n \"Tommy? Come over and sit down.\"" ], [ "The boy blinked in amazement, and pulled the grey helmet from his head.\n Lessing felt the familiar prickly feeling run down his scalp as the", "\"Then what?\"\n\n\n Again the mute appeal in the boy's eyes. He groped for words, and none\n came. Finally he said, \"If I could only take this off—\" He fingered\n the grey plastic helmet.", "In the main office building they donned the close-fitting psionic\n monitors required of all personnel at the Farm. They were of a\n hard grey plastic material, with a network of wiring buried in the", "\"That's right. And it stops things from going in. It's an insulator.\n You need it badly. It would hurt you a great deal if you took it off,\n away from the Farm.\"", "pale face. The monitor helmet was still on his head. He just sat there,\n gripping a toy fire engine tightly in his hands.", "He led them into a long, narrow room with chairs and ash trays, facing\n a wide grey glass wall. The room fell into darkness, and through the\n grey glass they could see three children, about four years old, playing\n in a large room.", "eight-year-old as he blinked across the desk at Lessing. The awkward\n grey monitor-helmet concealed a shock of sandy hair. He sat with a mute", "fury of busy activity. Occasionally a helmeted supervisor hurried by;\n one waved to them as she rescued a four-year-old from the parallel bars.", "ran a hand through sparse grey hair. \"See what you can do for the boy\n downstairs.\"", "\"Why not?\" Lessing growled. \"It wouldn't be the first time the tail\n wagged the dog. The psychiatrists never would have gotten out of their", "\"That's what I think,\" said Lessing.\n\n\n \"How do you know those children didn't make you take off your monitor?\"\n\n\n Lessing blinked. \"Why should they?\"", "\"They're perfectly insulated from us,\" said Lessing. \"A variety of\n recording instruments are working. And before you ask, Dr. Melrose,", "Then, quite casually, Lessing lifted off his monitor. The children\n continued staring at the tower as the screen gave three or four violent\n bursts of green fire and went dark.", "Melrose grinned unpleasantly. \"We're not unreasonable, your Majesty. We\n just ask to be shown. If you dare, that is.\"", "And yet\nan animal instinctively seeks its own protection\n. With\n trembling fingers Lessing reached out and opened the baffle-snap on the\n monitor. \"Take it off, Tommy,\" he whispered.", "though he'd been running all night. There were dark pouches under his\n eyes; his heavy unshaven face seemed to sag at every crease. Lessing\n glanced sharply at his Field Director and sank down behind his desk", "\"All right, we don't know why. Nobody knows why a Renwick screen\n works—why blame us?\" They were walking down the main corridor and out", "\"Those three seem to work as a team, somehow. Each one, individually,\n had a fairly constant recordable psi potential of about seventeen on", "them to. Our goal is a perfectly controlled psi environment. The\n monitors are quite effective—a simple Renwick scrambler screen.\"", "\"So it seems. But why?\"\n\n\n \"Have you ever considered what makes a man an Authority?\"\n\n\n \"He knows more about his field than anybody else does.\"" ], [ "see him go, Lessing thought, and tried to force the thin, angry man\n firmly out of his mind. But somehow Melrose wouldn't force.", "Lessing ground his teeth. \"I should be running him now instead of\n beating the bushes with this—\" He broke off to glare at young Melrose.", "Melrose grinned. \"I've heard you have quite a place up here.\"\n\n\n \"It's—unconventional, at any rate,\" Lessing snapped.", "Lessing nodded to an attendant, and peered around at Melrose. \"Now, I\n want you to watch this very closely.\"", "Lessing blinked. \"It's conceivable.\"\n\n\n \"Mmmm,\" said Melrose. \"Sounds like a real firm foundation to build a\n theory on.\"", "Lessing frowned. \"Dr. Melrose, I don't quite understand—\"", "\"Because a man can't fight for his life and reputation and still keep\n his objectivity,\" said Lessing. \"And what if he just happens to be", "hadn't even been to the Farm in over six weeks. And now, as the book\n approached publication date, Lessing wondered if he would ever really\n get back to work again.", "Two letters were waiting on Lessing's desk that morning. The first was\n from Roberts Bros., announcing another shift of deadline on the book,\n and demanding the galley proofs two weeks earlier than scheduled.", "Jack Dorffman burst in: \"What Dr. Lessing is saying is that they seem\n effective for our purposes.\"\n\n\n \"But you don't know why,\" added Melrose.", "\"Do you know who I am?\"\n\n\n Tommy's eyes shifted haltingly to Lessing's face. He nodded. \"Go away.\"\n\n\n \"Why are you afraid, Tommy?\"", "Lessing shook his head. \"Maybe. But this field of work is different\n from any other, Jack. It doesn't follow the rules. Maybe scientific\n grounds aren't right at all, in this case.\"", "Lessing slammed his fist down on the desk angrily. \"Have you got the\n day to take a trip?\"\n\n\n \"I've got 'til New Year.\"", "\"Last year was different.\" Lessing scowled. \"As for our 'fairy tale',\n we happen to have a staggering body of evidence that says that it's\n true.\"", ".\"\nLessing and Dorffman rode back to the Hoffman Center in grim silence.\n At first Lessing pretended to work; finally he snapped off the tape", "\"Well, we'll see. You can stay here for a while.\" Lessing nodded at\n Dorffman and stepped into an adjoining room with him. \"You say this has\n been going on for\nthree weeks\n?\"", "\"I think you'd better wait before you do that,\" Melrose said sharply,\n \"because I'm planning to take you apart at the Conference next month", "\"You couldn't touch me with a ten foot pole at this conference,\"\n snapped Lessing.", "And yet\nan animal instinctively seeks its own protection\n. With\n trembling fingers Lessing reached out and opened the baffle-snap on the\n monitor. \"Take it off, Tommy,\" he whispered.", "\"So you bring him down here,\" said Lessing sourly. \"The worst place he\n could be, if something's really wrong.\" He looked across at the boy.\n \"Tommy? Come over and sit down.\"" ], [ "Lessing smiled. \"This is an isolated phenomenon—it doesn't hold for\n any other three children on the Farm. Nor did we make any effort to\n place them together—they drew each other like magnets. One of our", "so far afield at that—with scholarships supported by Hoffman Center\n funds. Other children come to us—foundlings, desertees, children from\n broken homes, children of all ages from infancy on. Sometimes they", "A nurse greeted them as they stepped off the elevator. \"We called\n you at the Farm, but you'd already left. The boy—\" She broke off\n helplessly. \"He's sick, Doctor. He's sicker than we ever imagined.\"", "for three weeks, and now at six o'clock this morning he decides he's\n leaving the Farm. I talk to him, I sweat him down, I do everything but", "\"I don't want to go back to the Farm,\" said the boy.\n\n\n \"Why?\"\n\n\n \"I just don't. I hate it there.\"", "The shuttle car bounced sharply as it left the highway automatics.\n Dorffman took the controls. In a few moments they were skimming through\n the high white gates of the Farm, slowing down at the entrance to a\n long, low building.", "knew what happened when adult psi-contact struck a psi-high youngster's\n mind. He had seen it a hundred times at the Farm. But even more—he", "He led them into a long, narrow room with chairs and ash trays, facing\n a wide grey glass wall. The room fell into darkness, and through the\n grey glass they could see three children, about four years old, playing\n in a large room.", "\"What happened?\"\n\n\n \"Nothing exactly—happened. I don't quite know how to describe it.\"\n She hurried them down the corridor and opened a door into a large\n children's playroom. \"See what you think.\"", "Lessing shouted for his girl. \"Get Dorffman up here. We're going to the\n Farm this afternoon.\"\n\n\n The girl nodded, then hesitated. \"But what about your lunch?\"", "\"Of course we do! Look at our work! Look at what we've seen on the\n Farm.\"", "hadn't even been to the Farm in over six weeks. And now, as the book\n approached publication date, Lessing wondered if he would ever really\n get back to work again.", "Lessing groaned. As director of psionic research at the Hoffman Medical\n Center, he had long since learned how administrative detail could suck\n up daytime hours. He knew that his real work was at the Farm—yet he", "In the main office building they donned the close-fitting psionic\n monitors required of all personnel at the Farm. They were of a\n hard grey plastic material, with a network of wiring buried in the", "and deeper into the growing frog until there just isn't any tail any\n more.\" Lessing paused, packing tobacco into his pipe. \"That's why we\n have the Farm—to try to discover why. What forces that potential", "drying up there on the Farm, until the distortion was threatening the\n balance of his mind. Then he made an adult contact, and we saw how he", "\"I want to hear this fairy tale you're about to publish in the name of\n 'Theory',\" Melrose said. \"I want to see this famous Farm of yours up in", "tie him to the bed, and I waste my time. He's leaving the Farm. Period.\"", "\"That's right. And it stops things from going in. It's an insulator.\n You need it badly. It would hurt you a great deal if you took it off,\n away from the Farm.\"", "\"That's what I think,\" said Lessing.\n\n\n \"How do you know those children didn't make you take off your monitor?\"\n\n\n Lessing blinked. \"Why should they?\"" ], [ "The block tower fell with a crash.", "\"Maybe they enjoy the crash when the blocks fall down.\"\n\n\n \"But that wouldn't make any difference, would it? The blocks still fall\n down.\"", "place until the tower hung in midair, clearly unsupported. The children\n watched it closely, and the foundation blocks inched still further out\n of place....", "was proposing. He walked to the table and tapped the bottom block in\n the tower with his thumb.", "He inspected the block tower they were building, and stooped down to\n talk to them, his lips moving soundlessly behind the observation wall.\n The children laughed and jabbered, apparently intrigued by the game he", "The tower quivered, and the screen blazed out with green light, but the\n tower stood. Carefully Lessing jogged all the foundation blocks out of", "Then, quite casually, Lessing lifted off his monitor. The children\n continued staring at the tower as the screen gave three or four violent\n bursts of green fire and went dark.", "Moments later Lessing was back in the observation room, leaving the\n children busily putting the tower back together. There was a little", "\"What happened?\"\n\n\n \"Nothing exactly—happened. I don't quite know how to describe it.\"\n She hurried them down the corridor and opened a door into a large\n children's playroom. \"See what you think.\"", "\"So you bring him down here,\" said Lessing sourly. \"The worst place he\n could be, if something's really wrong.\" He looked across at the boy.\n \"Tommy? Come over and sit down.\"", "bloomed.\" Lessing sank down to his desk wearily. \"What are we going to\n do, Jack? Formulate a separate theory for Tommy?\"", "for three weeks, and now at six o'clock this morning he decides he's\n leaving the Farm. I talk to him, I sweat him down, I do everything but", "He led them into a long, narrow room with chairs and ash trays, facing\n a wide grey glass wall. The room fell into darkness, and through the\n grey glass they could see three children, about four years old, playing\n in a large room.", "\"That's what I think,\" said Lessing.\n\n\n \"How do you know those children didn't make you take off your monitor?\"\n\n\n Lessing blinked. \"Why should they?\"", "through an open areaway. Behind the buildings was a broad playground. A\n baseball game was in progress in one corner; across the field a group", "And yet\nan animal instinctively seeks its own protection\n. With\n trembling fingers Lessing reached out and opened the baffle-snap on the\n monitor. \"Take it off, Tommy,\" he whispered.", "The fire engine clattered to the floor.\nThey analyzed the tapes later, punching the data cards with greatest\n care, filing them through the machines for the basic processing and", "professionally, discredit anything we did, cut us off cold.\" The\n tall man turned on him fiercely. \"Are you blind, man? Can't you see", "He jumped into a bramble bush and scratched out both his eyes.\nAnd when he saw what he had done, with all his might and main\nHe jumped into another bush and scratched them in again.", "Lessing smiled. \"This is an isolated phenomenon—it doesn't hold for\n any other three children on the Farm. Nor did we make any effort to\n place them together—they drew each other like magnets. One of our" ] ]

[ "What is a working example of a complementary currency?", "Which complementary currency didn't work out?", "What percent goes toward a Brixton Fund when a Brixton Pound is spent?", "Who came up with the Stroud Pound?", "Who is the CFO of the Bristol Pound", "When did people start using the Bristol Pound?", "What is a big obstacle for the Glasgow Pound?", "Who is the CEO of the Bristol Pound?", "Who would look great on a Glasgow Pound?" ]

[ [ "The Brixton Pound", "The Eko Pound", "The Liverpool Pound", "The Glasgow Pound" ], [ "The Stroud Pound", "The Totnes Pound", "The Liverpool Pound", "The Brixton Pound" ], [ "2.0 percent", "0.5 percent", "1.0 percent", "1.5 percent" ], [ "Ciaran Mundy", "Duncan McCann", "Stephen Clarke", "Molly Scott Cato" ], [ "Stephen Clarke", "Molly Scott Cato", "Duncan McCann", "Ciaran Mundy" ], [ "2012", "2015", "2016", "2010" ], [ "There is a ten-year life expectancy gap between different parts of the city.", "More than a third of the families grow up in poverty. A local currency makes shopping a little more expensive.", "They must be used at independent shops, instead of big supermarket chains.", "In deprived areas, people cannot afford time and money to put into their communities." ], [ "Ciaran Mundy", "Stephen Clarke", "Peter Ferry", "Duncan McCann" ], [ "Karen Gillian", "Billy Connolly", "Gerard Butler", "Sean Connery" ] ]

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[ [ "When Scott-Cato and her colleagues wrote about the experience of setting up the Stroud Pound, they said it was telling that complementary currencies have been accused of being a game for middle-class people, rather than a genuine economic solution.", "Size doesn't always matter. Sometimes, the smallest places – like Totnes and the Ekopia community – are best able to support complementary currencies because the people who live there are engaged with their local economy in a meaningful way.", "Proponents say complementary currencies boost spending in smaller geographical areas,", "Nothing is tying Glasgow to existing models for complementary currencies. But during the first meeting about setting up the Glasgow Pound, the workshop shows just how hard it would be to invent a new system that works for everyone.", "After years of researc,h McCann believes the only way complementary currencies can create real value for local economies is if they make transactions happen that wouldn't otherwise have taken place.", "example ten years ago of the Totnes Pound, a 'complementary", "complementary currencies grew in popularity. The Bank of England does", "Without enough currency in circulation, it ceases to work. Scott-Cato says Stroud's size meant meant the Stroud Pound was never viable: \"We couldn't get the velocity of circulation right, which contrasts with the Bristol Pound.\"", "Redmond says Glasgow has been closely watching existing alternative currencies", "answer first, not least: do complementary currencies actually work?", "One way founders of the Bristol Pound have addressed his", "\"They need to create additional spending power. This is this what the local currencies, despite all their good points, fail to do,\" McCann says.", "currencies like the Brixton Pound in London, which was", "Meanwhile, the people behind the Bristol Pound are readying", "Ciaran Mundy, CEO of the Bristol Pound, says", "questioned – is the biggest challenge for complementary currencies. She", "New money: Do local currencies actually work?", "Çava, project manager at the Brixton Pound.", "Clarke also says the small scale of local currencies means", "the Stroud Pound in 2010, a currency that has since" ], [ "Without enough currency in circulation, it ceases to work. Scott-Cato says Stroud's size meant meant the Stroud Pound was never viable: \"We couldn't get the velocity of circulation right, which contrasts with the Bristol Pound.\"", "When Scott-Cato and her colleagues wrote about the experience of setting up the Stroud Pound, they said it was telling that complementary currencies have been accused of being a game for middle-class people, rather than a genuine economic solution.", "Nothing is tying Glasgow to existing models for complementary currencies. But during the first meeting about setting up the Glasgow Pound, the workshop shows just how hard it would be to invent a new system that works for everyone.", "complementary currencies grew in popularity. The Bank of England does", "Size doesn't always matter. Sometimes, the smallest places – like Totnes and the Ekopia community – are best able to support complementary currencies because the people who live there are engaged with their local economy in a meaningful way.", "After years of researc,h McCann believes the only way complementary currencies can create real value for local economies is if they make transactions happen that wouldn't otherwise have taken place.", "\"They need to create additional spending power. This is this what the local currencies, despite all their good points, fail to do,\" McCann says.", "Proponents say complementary currencies boost spending in smaller geographical areas,", "traders. So they printed a currency that would have the", "example ten years ago of the Totnes Pound, a 'complementary", "Redmond says Glasgow has been closely watching existing alternative currencies", "the Stroud Pound in 2010, a currency that has since", "The founders of the Brixton Pound wanted to do", "Clarke also says the small scale of local currencies means", "\"There might be many currencies around the country that people", "The Bristol Pound (£B) entered into circulation in September", "New money: Do local currencies actually work?", "In Stroud, suspicion of the local currency among local", "currency': that is, one supplementing the national currency. As fears", "Meanwhile, the people behind the Bristol Pound are readying" ], [ "Every time a Brixton Pound transaction is made, 1.5", "1.5 per cent goes into a Brixton Fund. This is", "Bristol Pound. \"The benefit comes from the fact that local", "The founders of the Brixton Pound wanted to do", "The Bristol Pound (£B) entered into circulation in September", "Çava, project manager at the Brixton Pound.", "the currency and fund. This is particularly important in Brixton", "One way founders of the Bristol Pound have addressed his", "– linking the Brixton Pound user with community groups, so", "Ciaran Mundy, CEO of the Bristol Pound, says", "the Brixton Pound got its own cashpoint, from where people", "currencies like the Brixton Pound in London, which was", "Without enough currency in circulation, it ceases to work. Scott-Cato says Stroud's size meant meant the Stroud Pound was never viable: \"We couldn't get the velocity of circulation right, which contrasts with the Bristol Pound.\"", "Bristol Pound users don't have high incomes necessarily, but", "the the Bristol Pound have to be used for the", "Meanwhile, the people behind the Bristol Pound are readying", "the Brixton Pound and other recent schemes follow the example", "When Scott-Cato and her colleagues wrote about the experience of setting up the Stroud Pound, they said it was telling that complementary currencies have been accused of being a game for middle-class people, rather than a genuine economic solution.", "More than a third of children grow up in poverty in Glasgow. A Glasgow Pound might struggle to get poorer families to buy into a local currency that ties them to shopping at more expensive, independent shops, rather than getting deals at big supermarket chains.", "the Stroud Pound in 2010, a currency that has since" ], [ "the Stroud Pound in 2010, a currency that has since", "When Scott-Cato and her colleagues wrote about the experience of setting up the Stroud Pound, they said it was telling that complementary currencies have been accused of being a game for middle-class people, rather than a genuine economic solution.", "In Stroud, suspicion of the local currency among local", "Without enough currency in circulation, it ceases to work. Scott-Cato says Stroud's size meant meant the Stroud Pound was never viable: \"We couldn't get the velocity of circulation right, which contrasts with the Bristol Pound.\"", "The founders of the Brixton Pound wanted to do", "The Bristol Pound (£B) entered into circulation in September", "Ciaran Mundy, CEO of the Bristol Pound, says", "One way founders of the Bristol Pound have addressed his", "Bristol Pound. \"The benefit comes from the fact that local", "Meanwhile, the people behind the Bristol Pound are readying", "Çava, project manager at the Brixton Pound.", "Everyone has gathered to decide what a Glasgow Pound might", "More than a third of children grow up in poverty in Glasgow. A Glasgow Pound might struggle to get poorer families to buy into a local currency that ties them to shopping at more expensive, independent shops, rather than getting deals at big supermarket chains.", "of exchange. He is behind the ScotPound, a proposal for", "Pound. McCann is a long-time advocate of alternative means of", "Nothing is tying Glasgow to existing models for complementary currencies. But during the first meeting about setting up the Glasgow Pound, the workshop shows just how hard it would be to invent a new system that works for everyone.", "currencies like the Brixton Pound in London, which was", "working on the Glasgow Pound that that his company Wallet", "the Bristol Pound note, people were really proud of it.", "the prospect a Glasgow Pound. \"We would be Glasgow-centric about" ], [ "Ciaran Mundy, CEO of the Bristol Pound, says", "One way founders of the Bristol Pound have addressed his", "The Bristol Pound (£B) entered into circulation in September", "Meanwhile, the people behind the Bristol Pound are readying", "Bristol Pound. \"The benefit comes from the fact that local", "Çava, project manager at the Brixton Pound.", "Bristol Pound users don't have high incomes necessarily, but", "strength,\" says Stephen Clarke, chief financial officer of the Bristol", "When Scott-Cato and her colleagues wrote about the experience of setting up the Stroud Pound, they said it was telling that complementary currencies have been accused of being a game for middle-class people, rather than a genuine economic solution.", "The founders of the Brixton Pound wanted to do", "Without enough currency in circulation, it ceases to work. Scott-Cato says Stroud's size meant meant the Stroud Pound was never viable: \"We couldn't get the velocity of circulation right, which contrasts with the Bristol Pound.\"", "the Bristol Pound note, people were really proud of it.", "Every time a Brixton Pound transaction is made, 1.5", "the the Bristol Pound have to be used for the", "readying a mutual credit network called Bristol Prospects. Through this", "\"People don't understand money,\" Molly Scott Cato, Green MEP for the South West of England and Gibraltar, says over the phone.", "this network, businesses in Bristol can exchange credit in the", "\"Bristol is seen as a quirky, individualistic kind", "that's the equivalent of each Bristolian carrying less than £B2", "Everyone has gathered to decide what a Glasgow Pound might" ], [ "The Bristol Pound (£B) entered into circulation in September", "One way founders of the Bristol Pound have addressed his", "Bristol Pound. \"The benefit comes from the fact that local", "Bristol Pound users don't have high incomes necessarily, but", "Meanwhile, the people behind the Bristol Pound are readying", "Ciaran Mundy, CEO of the Bristol Pound, says", "the Bristol Pound note, people were really proud of it.", "the the Bristol Pound have to be used for the", "Without enough currency in circulation, it ceases to work. Scott-Cato says Stroud's size meant meant the Stroud Pound was never viable: \"We couldn't get the velocity of circulation right, which contrasts with the Bristol Pound.\"", "The founders of the Brixton Pound wanted to do", "the Stroud Pound in 2010, a currency that has since", "When Scott-Cato and her colleagues wrote about the experience of setting up the Stroud Pound, they said it was telling that complementary currencies have been accused of being a game for middle-class people, rather than a genuine economic solution.", "Çava, project manager at the Brixton Pound.", "currencies like the Brixton Pound in London, which was", "Every time a Brixton Pound transaction is made, 1.5", "readying a mutual credit network called Bristol Prospects. Through this", "In Britain, there are now schemes in Totnes, Lewes,", "Nothing is tying Glasgow to existing models for complementary currencies. 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But during the first meeting about setting up the Glasgow Pound, the workshop shows just how hard it would be to invent a new system that works for everyone.", "Everyone has gathered to decide what a Glasgow Pound might", "working on the Glasgow Pound that that his company Wallet", "they want the Glasgow Pound to achieve. Elbowing teacups out", "Redmond says Glasgow has been closely watching existing alternative currencies", "Without enough currency in circulation, it ceases to work. Scott-Cato says Stroud's size meant meant the Stroud Pound was never viable: \"We couldn't get the velocity of circulation right, which contrasts with the Bristol Pound.\"", "When Scott-Cato and her colleagues wrote about the experience of setting up the Stroud Pound, they said it was telling that complementary currencies have been accused of being a game for middle-class people, rather than a genuine economic solution.", "of exchange. He is behind the ScotPound, a proposal for", "One way founders of the Bristol Pound have addressed his", "gilded room at Glasgow Chambers to discuss the Glasgow Pound.", "Pound. McCann is a long-time advocate of alternative means of", "the Stroud Pound in 2010, a currency that has since", "Ciaran Mundy, CEO of the Bristol Pound, says", "and Liverpool have schemes underway. Glasgow could be next. 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But during the first meeting about setting up the Glasgow Pound, the workshop shows just how hard it would be to invent a new system that works for everyone.", "gilded room at Glasgow Chambers to discuss the Glasgow Pound.", "Redmond says Glasgow has been closely watching existing alternative currencies", "of exchange. He is behind the ScotPound, a proposal for", "Pound. McCann is a long-time advocate of alternative means of", "around coffee shops. I'm not sure a London Pound would", "It's lunchtime at Glasgow Chambers in late November, and", "the face of Billy Connolly on our local currency? Or", "Ciaran Mundy, CEO of the Bristol Pound, says", "The founders of the Brixton Pound wanted to do", "the Stroud Pound in 2010, a currency that has since", "When Scott-Cato and her colleagues wrote about the experience of setting up the Stroud Pound, they said it was telling that complementary currencies have been accused of being a game for middle-class people, rather than a genuine economic solution.", "the Bristol Pound note, people were really proud of it.", "and Liverpool have schemes underway. Glasgow could be next. But", "Without enough currency in circulation, it ceases to work. Scott-Cato says Stroud's size meant meant the Stroud Pound was never viable: \"We couldn't get the velocity of circulation right, which contrasts with the Bristol Pound.\"" ] ]

[ "What is ironic about Sias' view of those who 'cling tenaciously, and ignorantly to the old religion'?", "What is the significance of the Maternite?", "Since humans stopped reproducing among themselves, what has been the greatest impact on human biology?", "All of the following terms describe the people's reaction to the destruction of the Maternite EXCEPT for:", "Which sentence describes the central theme of this story?", "The overall reaction to Rocsates' suggestions is symbolic of:", "In describing the Conclave's reaction to the Maternite emergency, the author is making a comparison to: ", "What is ironic about keeping their books stored away in an airtight compartment?", "Why does Sias believe that the ancients declared 70 as the minimum age for a member of the Conclave? " ]

[ [ "Sias' reactions to Rocsates' ideas suggest that he is ignorant in a similar way", "Sias' refusal to adhere to any set of principles will get him imprisoned", "Sias subscribes to an iteration of the same religion many of the elders do", "Sias does not realize that the Conclave is ruled by that same religion" ], [ "It determines how many children will be born in the span of a year", "It reduces the prevalence of female biological sex organs ", "It produces enough breastmilk to sustain newborn infants ", "It decides which of the elders will be sacrificed to the gods" ], [ "significant reduction of the appearance and function of sex organs", "more predictable measures for increasing the global population", "gradual decrease in the overall intellectual quotient of a society", "a lower prevalence of birth defects and learning disabilities" ], [ "perplexed", "panicked ", "obtuse", "accusatory" ], [ "History is doomed to repeat itself because humans fail to learn from their mistakes.", "A society that does not include younger generations in its governing bodies will fail to evolve.", "The death of curiosity, combined with overreliance on technology, will lead to an ignorant society.", "Too much emphasis on masculine ways of thinking and innovating will ruin a society." ], [ "Inefficiency of government", "Resistance to intellectualism", "Potential of innovation", "Overzealousness for power" ], [ "how authoritarian governments, though less humane, are often more effective in executing policies", "how modern leaders revert to ceremony and argument instead of problem-solving", "how the filibuster prevents governments from making real progress for its people", "how young members and elder members of governments typically reach an impasse" ], [ "There is nothing in the books that can help Melopolis repair the Maternite or save its population", "The books were already designed with technology that would keep them intact forever", "There is little use in preserving something if the meaning is lost upon those preserving it", "The books contain antiquated knowledge that will only set Melopolis back further" ], [ "They are the ones who remember things from previous generations that get lost to time", "They do not have the energy to riot amongst themselves\n", "They are closest in lineage to the predecessors that generated the machines", "They have had sufficient life experience at that point" ] ]

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[ [ "to me that many cling tenaciously, and ignorantly, to the old religion.\n Cling to the gods of old, who drew man upward from wherever he began.", "\"Sias, we come to tell.... We will....\" He raised his eyes to mine and\n said manfully, \"We shall try again.\"\n\n\n I am afraid that tears came to my eyes. Such sacrifice—", "\"Sias,\" he went on, \"if there exists such knowledge as I seek, is it\n not indeed lost to the memory of Man? And if so, are not the books the\n only place where it may be found?\"", "\"Sias,\" he said. Then stopped, embarrassed.\n\n\n I waited, and Rocsates was silent, and he continued.", "\"Sias! Sias—\" And they were upon me.", "\"Sias,\" they were saying, \"the Maternite's gone.\"\n\n\n I stared in amazement.\n\n\n \"Gone? It cannot be gone. It has always been—\"", "\"We do not deserve praise, Sias,\" he said. \"The truth is, we ... we\n sort of enjoy it.\"\n\n\n I watched them turn and wander off together under the stars.", "\"Are not riddles often the beginning of knowledge?\" he asked, in that\n irritating dumber-than-thou attitude of his. \"Must there not, long ago,", "These last sentences were shouted to be heard above the roar of the\n crowd. Yet when Rocsates stopped, so also did the noise, so shocked and\n amazed at his words were they. And I confess, myself also.", "and Melia, had not heard, but as I turned they were listening most\n attentively to Rocsates, who, amid cries of \"Heresy\" and \"Treason\",\n went on:", "\"It seems,\" I shouted, \"that there is a flaw in your logic.\" For if\n such there was, I was hopeful of dismissing the entire affair with", "suppose,\" he said. \"You see, once upon a time there were birds and\n bees....\"\nWhen he finished the Conclave sat in horrified silence. His words,", "Gods, this Rocsates! The books, as well he knows, are so ancient,\n and so delicate, that they are kept in an air-tight tomb; lest,", "\"That is for the priests to say, not I,\" I replied. In moments of\n emergency, it is wise to speak with caution. That is, I suppose so. I", "\"Not the films, Sias, but the books.\"", "\"Some of those among you are She's,\" he began. \"And you know you are\n different from the rest of us. To the advantage, your skin is fairer", "At this I feared the Conclave was about to riot. It is at such times\n that I most revere the wisdom of the ancients, who decreed seventy", "with all their horror, had the ring of truth and there were no cries of\n 'Heresy'. There was only stunned disbelief and the beginnings of nausea.", "to have been constructed by the gods themselves. And never, so far\n as I know, has one failed. Small wonder that the watcher had been\n negligent. Indeed, the watcher is more a tradition than a necessity.", "\"If it be so,\" I said, quieting the hub-bub that followed, \"and I would\n not doubt your word, Rocsates, for all know you are the wisest of\n men—if it were so, then, what of it?\"" ], [ "\"Sias,\" they were saying, \"the Maternite's gone.\"\n\n\n I stared in amazement.\n\n\n \"Gone? It cannot be gone. It has always been—\"", "\"How, indeed? And is there not a legend—admitted only a legend—that\n says there was a time before the machines, and before the Maternite", "Indeed, I might call it an emergency. For the M-Maternite Machine has\n actually failed.\"", "Maternite Machine, it appears, has been drunk. The heat rose above the\n warning, continued to rise, and then—poof. Everything has evaporated\n in Maternite. All the Prelife is gone.\"", "an easy matter for the Maternite Machine to add more and more; thus\n assuring us, as has always been, a continuous source of Prelife to be\n born by the Generating Machine as children. The machines bear the exact", "and supplications were offered to the gods, priests were sent to\n sacrifice, and finally, as the light of the sun was falling between the\n pillars, the High Priest of the Maternite Machine was heard.", "to such creatures. And indeed, if they had Maternite Machines, why then\n we would yet have these animals among us.\"", "As we entered the city, we were surrounded by confusion and\n consternation. And can the simple people be blamed? They were aware\n that they stood in the midst of an unprecedented happening; indeed, an\n emergency. For a machine had failed!", "\"I have indeed discovered the secret of reproduction,\" he began. \"After\n many searchings, I came upon this—\" and he held forth the object he", "\"They may indeed have succeeded,\" Rocsates replied. \"There is mentioned\n a time lapse which is necessary. The child does not appear immediately.\"", "Besides, had he been sober, he would not have known what to do. For who\n knows the mysterious workings of the machines?\nI hastened to the City Hall and found the Conclave assembled, waiting", "breasts, I believe, proves that there is still reproductive activity in\n some, at least, of the She's.\"", "the process of reproduction was of\nsuch\na pleasure that the Conclave\n ruled it to be a sin? And therefore the machines were necessary!\"", "\"That is not the worst,\" he cried, as if in defiance. \"All the Prelife\n has been dried up. It will not function. There is no more. And there\n will be no more children!\"", "had carried in. \"It is a book. It is entitled, 'Living a Normal Sex\n Life.' It seems to be some sort of a do-it-yourself pamphlet.\" He", "\"Of course,\" he replied. \"In the course of my reading I have read\n many books, and while they are all vague on the subject, this I have\n discovered:", "His eyes were sunken, and his features had doubled in age. He was bent\n and tired. But it was his eyes. There was a horror in them.", "Melia was a She, with the swelling breasts that were, so tradition\n states, quite prevalent among members of the race long ago, and are", "But of course there were no cousins. There was nothing. And Man\n returned, and settled down to live. Saddened, but resigned and content", "\"Some among you She's have the swelling of the breasts. And does there\n exist no reason for this? Was there not, perhaps in ancient times, a" ], [ "Then reproduction was carried on by individuals, without help of the\n then nonexistent machines. The She's are not wanderers from another\n land, but they have lived with us for all time; they are not another", "\"Shall not these organs which you mention have atrophied by now? With\n no use throughout all these generations, will they not have evolved\n into nothingness?\"", "\"I have indeed discovered the secret of reproduction,\" he began. \"After\n many searchings, I came upon this—\" and he held forth the object he", "race, but we are all types of one race. And the fact of reproduction is\n somehow intimately related to the physical distinctions of the She's!\"", "to such creatures. And indeed, if they had Maternite Machines, why then\n we would yet have these animals among us.\"", "\"May it not be,\" Rocsates put in, \"that these animals had no machines\n to reproduce their kind? For surely the gods would not grant machines", "\"I do not think so,\" Rocsates replied after a while. \"What to us is\n an eon, to evolution is but an instant. And then the swelling of the", "no harm done. \"For if people reproduced too often, why then this\n reproduction must have been a pleasant thing to do; otherwise they\n would not have done so to excess. And if it was a pleasant thing to do,", "Machine, and that at such a time both the animals and Men reproduced\n from within their own bodies?\"", "\"That is not the worst,\" he cried, as if in defiance. \"All the Prelife\n has been dried up. It will not function. There is no more. And there\n will be no more children!\"", "\"All of it?\" I asked.\n\n\n \"There is nothing left,\" Melia insisted. \"Can more be made? And if not,\n what will happen with no more children?\"", "thousands of years ago, time without reckoning, there existed on the\n earth creatures who were alive like us, and yet not like us. It is said\n they had four legs or more, and no arms, were covered with hair, and", "the process of reproduction was of\nsuch\na pleasure that the Conclave\n ruled it to be a sin? And therefore the machines were necessary!\"", "and your features more often handsomer than ours. To the disadvantage,\n your excretory system is not so mechanically dextrous as ours. And, you", "breasts, I believe, proves that there is still reproductive activity in\n some, at least, of the She's.\"", "\"In fact,\" Rocsates added, sitting down, \"this process of reproduction\n seems to have been so simple that there was once a problem of\n over-population.\"", "suppose,\" he said. \"You see, once upon a time there were birds and\n bees....\"\nWhen he finished the Conclave sat in horrified silence. His words,", "\"And how, then, did these animals reproduce?\" I asked.", "\"Some of those among you are She's,\" he began. \"And you know you are\n different from the rest of us. To the advantage, your skin is fairer", "\"I would not bore you,\" he said, \"with details of which only the gods\n are sure. Know, then, that once granted a few cells of Prelife, it is" ], [ "\"Sias,\" they were saying, \"the Maternite's gone.\"\n\n\n I stared in amazement.\n\n\n \"Gone? It cannot be gone. It has always been—\"", "Maternite Machine, it appears, has been drunk. The heat rose above the\n warning, continued to rise, and then—poof. Everything has evaporated\n in Maternite. All the Prelife is gone.\"", "As we entered the city, we were surrounded by confusion and\n consternation. And can the simple people be blamed? They were aware\n that they stood in the midst of an unprecedented happening; indeed, an\n emergency. For a machine had failed!", "Indeed, I might call it an emergency. For the M-Maternite Machine has\n actually failed.\"", "with all their horror, had the ring of truth and there were no cries of\n 'Heresy'. There was only stunned disbelief and the beginnings of nausea.", "\"How, indeed? And is there not a legend—admitted only a legend—that\n says there was a time before the machines, and before the Maternite", "These last sentences were shouted to be heard above the roar of the\n crowd. Yet when Rocsates stopped, so also did the noise, so shocked and\n amazed at his words were they. And I confess, myself also.", "to such creatures. And indeed, if they had Maternite Machines, why then\n we would yet have these animals among us.\"", "\"That is not the worst,\" he cried, as if in defiance. \"All the Prelife\n has been dried up. It will not function. There is no more. And there\n will be no more children!\"", "and supplications were offered to the gods, priests were sent to\n sacrifice, and finally, as the light of the sun was falling between the\n pillars, the High Priest of the Maternite Machine was heard.", "Besides, had he been sober, he would not have known what to do. For who\n knows the mysterious workings of the machines?\nI hastened to the City Hall and found the Conclave assembled, waiting", "\"All of it?\" I asked.\n\n\n \"There is nothing left,\" Melia insisted. \"Can more be made? And if not,\n what will happen with no more children?\"", "\"Sias, we come to tell.... We will....\" He raised his eyes to mine and\n said manfully, \"We shall try again.\"\n\n\n I am afraid that tears came to my eyes. Such sacrifice—", "But of course there were no cousins. There was nothing. And Man\n returned, and settled down to live. Saddened, but resigned and content", "Order was lost among the Conclave as each man turned to speak to his\n neighbor, and for some time I could not restore order. I realized that\n something had to be done to save Rocsates before the outrage of the\n assembled overwhelmed him.", "\"It doesn't matter,\" I said disconsolately. \"Who could ask them to go\n through such an ordeal again?\"", "an easy matter for the Maternite Machine to add more and more; thus\n assuring us, as has always been, a continuous source of Prelife to be\n born by the Generating Machine as children. The machines bear the exact", "His eyes were sunken, and his features had doubled in age. He was bent\n and tired. But it was his eyes. There was a horror in them.", "had been a horrible day. The inhuman indignity, the cries—", "suppose,\" he said. \"You see, once upon a time there were birds and\n bees....\"\nWhen he finished the Conclave sat in horrified silence. His words," ], [ "As we entered the city, we were surrounded by confusion and\n consternation. And can the simple people be blamed? They were aware\n that they stood in the midst of an unprecedented happening; indeed, an\n emergency. For a machine had failed!", "\"I have indeed discovered the secret of reproduction,\" he began. \"After\n many searchings, I came upon this—\" and he held forth the object he", "But of course there were no cousins. There was nothing. And Man\n returned, and settled down to live. Saddened, but resigned and content", "\"Sias, we come to tell.... We will....\" He raised his eyes to mine and\n said manfully, \"We shall try again.\"\n\n\n I am afraid that tears came to my eyes. Such sacrifice—", "These last sentences were shouted to be heard above the roar of the\n crowd. Yet when Rocsates stopped, so also did the noise, so shocked and\n amazed at his words were they. And I confess, myself also.", "but it seems to mean....\" His words trailed off. He was obviously\n unsure of how to continue. \"I had better start at the beginning, I", "His eyes were sunken, and his features had doubled in age. He was bent\n and tired. But it was his eyes. There was a horror in them.", "\"Of course,\" he replied. \"In the course of my reading I have read\n many books, and while they are all vague on the subject, this I have\n discovered:", "suppose,\" he said. \"You see, once upon a time there were birds and\n bees....\"\nWhen he finished the Conclave sat in horrified silence. His words,", "Besides, had he been sober, he would not have known what to do. For who\n knows the mysterious workings of the machines?\nI hastened to the City Hall and found the Conclave assembled, waiting", "had carried in. \"It is a book. It is entitled, 'Living a Normal Sex\n Life.' It seems to be some sort of a do-it-yourself pamphlet.\" He", "We tarried before my home, leaned on the stone, stared at the first\n stars.\n\n\n \"They seemed finally to accomplish all the book described,\" I muttered.", "\"It seems,\" I shouted, \"that there is a flaw in your logic.\" For if\n such there was, I was hopeful of dismissing the entire affair with", "\"We do not deserve praise, Sias,\" he said. \"The truth is, we ... we\n sort of enjoy it.\"\n\n\n I watched them turn and wander off together under the stars.", "\"Some of those among you are She's,\" he began. \"And you know you are\n different from the rest of us. To the advantage, your skin is fairer", "\"That is not the worst,\" he cried, as if in defiance. \"All the Prelife\n has been dried up. It will not function. There is no more. And there\n will be no more children!\"", "may say, why should this not be so? There is, indeed, no reason why we\n should all be identical. Perforce you have the advantage, perforce we\n do. Yet there is one other distinction.", "\"I fear your mind is wandering, Rocsates,\" I was forced to interrupt.\n \"I know well the legend of the animals, but what does it have to", "\"How, indeed? And is there not a legend—admitted only a legend—that\n says there was a time before the machines, and before the Maternite", "There was something in the man's behavior that commanded everyone's\n attention. He went on, speaking low. \"The word 'Sex' is not defined," ], [ "These last sentences were shouted to be heard above the roar of the\n crowd. Yet when Rocsates stopped, so also did the noise, so shocked and\n amazed at his words were they. And I confess, myself also.", "and Melia, had not heard, but as I turned they were listening most\n attentively to Rocsates, who, amid cries of \"Heresy\" and \"Treason\",\n went on:", "Rocsates, it is suspected, will never ask a question unless he knows\n the answer beforehand. And so I acquiesced, and agreed, and granted", "\"Rocsates,\" I interrupted. \"All this is fascinating, of course. But if\n you could be quick—\"", "\"I fear your mind is wandering, Rocsates,\" I was forced to interrupt.\n \"I know well the legend of the animals, but what does it have to", "Order was lost among the Conclave as each man turned to speak to his\n neighbor, and for some time I could not restore order. I realized that\n something had to be done to save Rocsates before the outrage of the\n assembled overwhelmed him.", "\"If it be so,\" I said, quieting the hub-bub that followed, \"and I would\n not doubt your word, Rocsates, for all know you are the wisest of\n men—if it were so, then, what of it?\"", "\"I do not think so,\" Rocsates replied after a while. \"What to us is\n an eon, to evolution is but an instant. And then the swelling of the", "Gods, this Rocsates! The books, as well he knows, are so ancient,\n and so delicate, that they are kept in an air-tight tomb; lest,", "permission. And with much misgiving and foreboding of evil, the\n Conclave adjourned.\nSeveral weeks elapsed before Rocsates requested that the Conclave meet.", "Rocsates seemed perplexed by this problem, whereupon Xeon, who together\n with Melia were at the Conclave without permission, shouted, \"Perhaps", "I called the meeting at dawn and so it was yet early in the afternoon\n when formalities were concluded and Rocsates granted leave to speak.", "being handled, they be destroyed and all knowledge within them lost.\n Therefore, they have not been read in the known history of our race.\n And Rocsates has been anxious for an excuse—", "\"Sias,\" he said. Then stopped, embarrassed.\n\n\n I waited, and Rocsates was silent, and he continued.", "was indeed hard, and from Rocsates' description it seemed that Melia's\n position would be as uncomfortable as it would be undignified. The soft\n fields might be some slight help.", "Rocsates' voice made itself heard. \"It is true. Such creatures did\n indeed exist. It is recorded most scientifically in the films.\"", "The Conclave had come to order and formalities had been initiated when\n Rocsates entered and took his place. He clutched under one shoulder", "\"In fact,\" Rocsates added, sitting down, \"this process of reproduction\n seems to have been so simple that there was once a problem of\n over-population.\"", "however, I had to admit that his supposition was a possibility, and\n thus I authorized Rocsates to continue his search.\nNow indeed I was sorely worried concerning Xeon, for he must languish", "I was shocked, and could not help staring at him. And then the\n formalities were over. I intended to speak for Xeon, but Rocsates was\n on his feet and I gave way." ], [ "Indeed, I might call it an emergency. For the M-Maternite Machine has\n actually failed.\"", "Order was lost among the Conclave as each man turned to speak to his\n neighbor, and for some time I could not restore order. I realized that\n something had to be done to save Rocsates before the outrage of the\n assembled overwhelmed him.", "Besides, had he been sober, he would not have known what to do. For who\n knows the mysterious workings of the machines?\nI hastened to the City Hall and found the Conclave assembled, waiting", "As we entered the city, we were surrounded by confusion and\n consternation. And can the simple people be blamed? They were aware\n that they stood in the midst of an unprecedented happening; indeed, an\n emergency. For a machine had failed!", "suppose,\" he said. \"You see, once upon a time there were birds and\n bees....\"\nWhen he finished the Conclave sat in horrified silence. His words,", "\"Sias,\" they were saying, \"the Maternite's gone.\"\n\n\n I stared in amazement.\n\n\n \"Gone? It cannot be gone. It has always been—\"", "At this I feared the Conclave was about to riot. It is at such times\n that I most revere the wisdom of the ancients, who decreed seventy", "the process of reproduction was of\nsuch\na pleasure that the Conclave\n ruled it to be a sin? And therefore the machines were necessary!\"", "At this two members of the Conclave fell immediately into a faint, and\n I would gladly have joined them. I hoped that the youngsters, Xeon", "Maternite Machine, it appears, has been drunk. The heat rose above the\n warning, continued to rise, and then—poof. Everything has evaporated\n in Maternite. All the Prelife is gone.\"", "Such heresy could have brought a sad end to the priest had not the\n Conclave been so exhausted by the events of the day. We leaned back to\n think.", "The Conclave had come to order and formalities had been initiated when\n Rocsates entered and took his place. He clutched under one shoulder", "do—\" The heads of the Conclave were turning to me, quizzically. I\n hastened to explain the legend of the animals. \"It is said that many", "\"How, indeed? And is there not a legend—admitted only a legend—that\n says there was a time before the machines, and before the Maternite", "permission. And with much misgiving and foreboding of evil, the\n Conclave adjourned.\nSeveral weeks elapsed before Rocsates requested that the Conclave meet.", "years the minimum age for a member of the Conclave. They shouted and\n began to beat their fists, but for how long can a man of seventy years", "the crux of the matter and the Conclave finally heard the facts it had\n assembled to hear. By this time, unfortunately, many of the Conclave", "At this impudence the Conclave dissolved in an uproar, and I was beyond\n power to restrain them from placing Xeon under arrest. Privately,", "These last sentences were shouted to be heard above the roar of the\n crowd. Yet when Rocsates stopped, so also did the noise, so shocked and\n amazed at his words were they. And I confess, myself also.", "I needed a sufficient excuse to call a meeting of the Conclave,\n whereupon I might argue for the lad. When I heard that Rocsates again" ], [ "Gods, this Rocsates! The books, as well he knows, are so ancient,\n and so delicate, that they are kept in an air-tight tomb; lest,", "\"Sias,\" he went on, \"if there exists such knowledge as I seek, is it\n not indeed lost to the memory of Man? And if so, are not the books the\n only place where it may be found?\"", "being handled, they be destroyed and all knowledge within them lost.\n Therefore, they have not been read in the known history of our race.\n And Rocsates has been anxious for an excuse—", "had carried in. \"It is a book. It is entitled, 'Living a Normal Sex\n Life.' It seems to be some sort of a do-it-yourself pamphlet.\" He", "\"That there was indeed a time before the machines, in fact the books\n were created in that time, for not one of them mentions the machines.", "\"Of course,\" he replied. \"In the course of my reading I have read\n many books, and while they are all vague on the subject, this I have\n discovered:", "\"I have indeed discovered the secret of reproduction,\" he began. \"After\n many searchings, I came upon this—\" and he held forth the object he", "As we entered the city, we were surrounded by confusion and\n consternation. And can the simple people be blamed? They were aware\n that they stood in the midst of an unprecedented happening; indeed, an\n emergency. For a machine had failed!", "\"That is not the worst,\" he cried, as if in defiance. \"All the Prelife\n has been dried up. It will not function. There is no more. And there\n will be no more children!\"", "\"It seems,\" I shouted, \"that there is a flaw in your logic.\" For if\n such there was, I was hopeful of dismissing the entire affair with", "These last sentences were shouted to be heard above the roar of the\n crowd. Yet when Rocsates stopped, so also did the noise, so shocked and\n amazed at his words were they. And I confess, myself also.", "\"I would not bore you,\" he said, \"with details of which only the gods\n are sure. Know, then, that once granted a few cells of Prelife, it is", "to have been constructed by the gods themselves. And never, so far\n as I know, has one failed. Small wonder that the watcher had been\n negligent. Indeed, the watcher is more a tradition than a necessity.", "We tarried before my home, leaned on the stone, stared at the first\n stars.\n\n\n \"They seemed finally to accomplish all the book described,\" I muttered.", "with all their horror, had the ring of truth and there were no cries of\n 'Heresy'. There was only stunned disbelief and the beginnings of nausea.", "Not in the memory of the eldest among us has a machine failed. They\n were created so long ago, indeed, that the ignorant believe them", "But of course there were no cousins. There was nothing. And Man\n returned, and settled down to live. Saddened, but resigned and content", "\"Sias, we come to tell.... We will....\" He raised his eyes to mine and\n said manfully, \"We shall try again.\"\n\n\n I am afraid that tears came to my eyes. Such sacrifice—", "and Melia, had not heard, but as I turned they were listening most\n attentively to Rocsates, who, amid cries of \"Heresy\" and \"Treason\",\n went on:", "And then I looked down to earth again, and saw them standing before me.\n Melia cast her eyes down, and would not raise them. Xeon held his arm\n about her shoulders, as if to protect her, but I know not from whom." ], [ "years the minimum age for a member of the Conclave. They shouted and\n began to beat their fists, but for how long can a man of seventy years", "At this I feared the Conclave was about to riot. It is at such times\n that I most revere the wisdom of the ancients, who decreed seventy", "permission. And with much misgiving and foreboding of evil, the\n Conclave adjourned.\nSeveral weeks elapsed before Rocsates requested that the Conclave meet.", "suppose,\" he said. \"You see, once upon a time there were birds and\n bees....\"\nWhen he finished the Conclave sat in horrified silence. His words,", "\"Sias,\" he went on, \"if there exists such knowledge as I seek, is it\n not indeed lost to the memory of Man? And if so, are not the books the\n only place where it may be found?\"", "\"I should like to ask the Conclave for permission to search the ancient\n records, in the hope of finding some such knowledge that would prove or\n disprove my words.\"\n\n\n \"You wish to search the films—\" I began.", "At this two members of the Conclave fell immediately into a faint, and\n I would gladly have joined them. I hoped that the youngsters, Xeon", "The Conclave had come to order and formalities had been initiated when\n Rocsates entered and took his place. He clutched under one shoulder", "the crux of the matter and the Conclave finally heard the facts it had\n assembled to hear. By this time, unfortunately, many of the Conclave", "Such heresy could have brought a sad end to the priest had not the\n Conclave been so exhausted by the events of the day. We leaned back to\n think.", "I needed a sufficient excuse to call a meeting of the Conclave,\n whereupon I might argue for the lad. When I heard that Rocsates again", "Order was lost among the Conclave as each man turned to speak to his\n neighbor, and for some time I could not restore order. I realized that\n something had to be done to save Rocsates before the outrage of the\n assembled overwhelmed him.", "\"Sias, we come to tell.... We will....\" He raised his eyes to mine and\n said manfully, \"We shall try again.\"\n\n\n I am afraid that tears came to my eyes. Such sacrifice—", "Besides, had he been sober, he would not have known what to do. For who\n knows the mysterious workings of the machines?\nI hastened to the City Hall and found the Conclave assembled, waiting", "do—\" The heads of the Conclave were turning to me, quizzically. I\n hastened to explain the legend of the animals. \"It is said that many", "\"Sias,\" he said. Then stopped, embarrassed.\n\n\n I waited, and Rocsates was silent, and he continued.", "in the dungeon until the Conclave is satisfied to release him, and this\n they cannot do until they meet again.", "the process of reproduction was of\nsuch\na pleasure that the Conclave\n ruled it to be a sin? And therefore the machines were necessary!\"", "Gods, this Rocsates! The books, as well he knows, are so ancient,\n and so delicate, that they are kept in an air-tight tomb; lest,", "number of children each year to balance the number of us whom the gods\n claim. Such it has always been from time immemorial.\"" ] ]

[ "What is the purpose of the article?", "What terms best describes the author's attitude toward hunches of perceived criminality based on one's physical appearance?", "Historical figures have proposed all of the following theories regarding physiognomy EXCEPT for the idea that:", "What is one halo effect of physiognomy?", "According to the author, what drives our decisions to publish certain content on social media platforms?", "What is the danger of using certain pictures to represent people in court?", "Which type of person is likely to receive the most brutal treatment in the legal system, compared to the other response options?", "According to the author, what are people actually judging when they believe they're detecting a proclivity for delinquent behavior?" ]

[ [ "To explain how physiognomy has evolved over time and affected society in harmful ways", "To provide an impartial historical account of physiognomy, a once popular branch of science", "To predict how physiognomy could be manipulated to worsen current social inequities", "To convince an audience of the benefits of physiognomy as a criminal justice tool" ], [ "skeptical and dismissive", "neutral and hypothetical", "incredulous and antagonistic", "curious and imaginative" ], [ "humans share similar characteristics to animals based on their facial features and mannerisms", "humans can use physiognomy to select which employees, slaves, and mates may be most compatible with them", "humans are constantly influenced by physiognomy on a daily basis", "humans will never be able to eliminate the effects of physiognomy from their decision-making" ], [ "It has morphed to become something more credible than its original version", "It has morphed to become something less credible than its original version", "It has created a trend that imprisons innocent people", "It has created a bias that favors more attractive people" ], [ "awareness of being judged", "potential for monetization", "rejection of conformity", "fear of not fitting in" ], [ "The pictures can cause further emotional distress for families who have been affected by a perpetrator.", "The pictures can elicit negative or guilty connotations, which can influence a jury or the public before a trial.", "The pictures may have been edited in order to make the defendant look more guilty of criminal behavior.", "The pictures may not represent what the person look like during the time they were accused of committing the crime." ], [ "masculine faces", "sharp-featured faces", "overfamiliar faces", "suspicious faces" ], [ "media filtering", "prejudice", "intelligence", "demographics" ] ]

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[ [ "A recent paper, published by Xiaolin Wu and Xi", "The vision outlined in these articles is of an unethical", "BBC Future article from 2015 even describes the 'discipline'", "This article was originally published on TheLong+Short. Read the original article.", "Hancock describes attending a conference where one speaker showed", "Todorov is scathing about this paper, too. \"The main", "useful information and fascinating correlations. \"You can, for example, take", "read one post – one of many to state a", "The aforementioned study at Shanghai's Jiao Tong University, with its enthusiastic, data-driven analyses of such questions as \"What features of a human face betray its owner's propensity for crimes?\" prompted a wave of press coverage.", "they thought the experiment was about. \"They knew that he", "Many studies have been done into our psychological response to", "and vanity, but are more about a fear of being", "says. \"There is not enough information about the [nature of]", "features, his eyes, his hair. Moreover, this has nothing to", "When the BBC broadcast the recent documentary by Louis Theroux", "took della Porta's methodology and ran with it, commissioning artists", "After performing a number of autopsies on criminals, the Italian physician claimed to have discovered a number of common characteristics, and it's worth listing them if only to establish the supposed criminality of pretty much everyone you know:", "an 'overgeneralisation hypothesis'. \"People,\" he wrote, \"use easily accessible", "In the early 16th century, Leonardo da Vinci claimed not", "It's a claim that's been made many times over" ], [ "In other words, they believe that they've found a relationship between looking like a criminal and actually being one.", "black ones as more criminal,\" says Hancock. \"But then they", "In other words, your appearance is affected by the kind of life you've led, so the classifiers within the computer program are simply distinguishing between different demographics rather than detecting a propensity for criminal behaviour.", "After performing a number of autopsies on criminals, the Italian physician claimed to have discovered a number of common characteristics, and it's worth listing them if only to establish the supposed criminality of pretty much everyone you know:", "The aforementioned study at Shanghai's Jiao Tong University, with its enthusiastic, data-driven analyses of such questions as \"What features of a human face betray its owner's propensity for crimes?\" prompted a wave of press coverage.", "over the years. Physiognomy, the 'science' of judging people", "Criminal Man.", "and establish a likely score for criminality – but Todorov", "theory,\" he asks, \"that criminals were anomalous creatures, evolutionary", "\"He literally couldn't look more like a paedophile,\"", "it reinforces the idea of what a paedophile might 'look", "form our impressions of them. Jimmy Savile's appearance was unusual", "of perceived criminality?", "In a woeful misreading of Darwinian theory, Lombroso unwittingly", "more inherently troubling volumes such as Cesare Lombroso's Criminal", "people's attitudes toward certain faces, but it doesn't follow that", "We attribute social characteristics based on opinions we already hold", "features, his eyes, his hair. Moreover, this has nothing to", "criminals come in many shapes and sizes. If we knew", "Theories of physiognomy, however, would persist beyond the" ], [ "Theories of physiognomy, however, would persist beyond the", "over the years. Physiognomy, the 'science' of judging people", "IIII, which established him as the 'father of Physiognomy'.", "The revitalisation of the theory of physiognomy by the", "After performing a number of autopsies on criminals, the Italian physician claimed to have discovered a number of common characteristics, and it's worth listing them if only to establish the supposed criminality of pretty much everyone you know:", "The aforementioned study at Shanghai's Jiao Tong University, with its enthusiastic, data-driven analyses of such questions as \"What features of a human face betray its owner's propensity for crimes?\" prompted a wave of press coverage.", "some other cultural association. Physiognomy ultimately stems from what Alexander", "artists to illustrate his popular Essays On Physiognomy – which,", "Porta published a book, De humana physiognomonia libri IIII,", "of physiognomy as 'gaining credibility'. But Todorov details many", "In a woeful misreading of Darwinian theory, Lombroso unwittingly", "features, his eyes, his hair. Moreover, this has nothing to", "throughout physiognomic works of the 19th and 20th centuries,", "\"all men are daily influenced by physiognomy.\"", "In the 17th century, Swiss poet Johann Caspar Lavater took", "Lavater's work was criticised for being ridden with bias", "of physiognomy, despite its tendency to crumble under the slightest", "by comparing human faces to those of animals, suggested that", "Alexander Todorov, professor of psychology at Princeton University, calls an", "like a human head. The theories in della Porta's book" ], [ "to faces, and it's clear that a so-called halo effect", "over the years. Physiognomy, the 'science' of judging people", "Theories of physiognomy, however, would persist beyond the", "of physiognomy as 'gaining credibility'. But Todorov details many", "The revitalisation of the theory of physiognomy by the", "\"all men are daily influenced by physiognomy.\"", "IIII, which established him as the 'father of Physiognomy'.", "In other words, they believe that they've found a relationship between looking like a criminal and actually being one.", "effect will inevitably work its magic. \"Attractive people are regarded", "some other cultural association. Physiognomy ultimately stems from what Alexander", "The aforementioned study at Shanghai's Jiao Tong University, with its enthusiastic, data-driven analyses of such questions as \"What features of a human face betray its owner's propensity for crimes?\" prompted a wave of press coverage.", "to 'Physiognomica', a word derived from", "of physiognomy, despite its tendency to crumble under the slightest", "features, his eyes, his hair. Moreover, this has nothing to", "pronouncement that \"it is possible to infer character from features\"", "After performing a number of autopsies on criminals, the Italian physician claimed to have discovered a number of common characteristics, and it's worth listing them if only to establish the supposed criminality of pretty much everyone you know:", "people's attitudes toward certain faces, but it doesn't follow that", "artists to illustrate his popular Essays On Physiognomy – which,", "Alexander Todorov, professor of psychology at Princeton University, calls an", "to 'ugliness', established links between broader faces and powerful physiques," ], [ "In a social media age, the pictures we choose to represent ourselves online are a form of self-presentation driven by those social attributions and the knowledge that our pictures are being judged.", "insight into our own behaviour. We tend to think we", "within us; it's the reason why certain photos perform well", "and vanity, but are more about a fear of being", "We attribute social characteristics based on opinions we already hold", "While it's true that we judge books by their", "across social media that no one had stepped in to stop", "consensual judgments on social attributes?\" they ask. Through a study", "Many studies have been done into our psychological response to", "on people's faces are hugely influential within society, and in", "made assumptions accordingly, which in turn influenced public opinion. This", "features influence the average Joe's impulsive and yet consensual", "we understand what we're doing, but we don't.\"", "A recent paper, published by Xiaolin Wu and Xi", "Experiments at Princeton found that we take less than", "social attributions congruent with this information (eg a nice person).\"", "do,\" he says. \"One of our systems, which is a", "read one post – one of many to state a", "lecturer in Psychology at Stirling University. \"And we can't", "The vision outlined in these articles is of an unethical" ], [ "of] the images of the people who were convicted. Second,", "not least because different images of the same people can prompt", "photos might even appear attractive. But the idea that someone's", "In other words, they believe that they've found a relationship between looking like a criminal and actually being one.", "In a social media age, the pictures we choose to represent ourselves online are a form of self-presentation driven by those social attributions and the knowledge that our pictures are being judged.", "The aforementioned study at Shanghai's Jiao Tong University, with its enthusiastic, data-driven analyses of such questions as \"What features of a human face betray its owner's propensity for crimes?\" prompted a wave of press coverage.", "In other words, your appearance is affected by the kind of life you've led, so the classifiers within the computer program are simply distinguishing between different demographics rather than detecting a propensity for criminal behaviour.", "While it's true that we judge books by their", "by comparing human faces to those of animals, suggested that", "[to the picture], but when you look at it you", "over the years. Physiognomy, the 'science' of judging people", "features, his eyes, his hair. Moreover, this has nothing to", "people's attitudes toward certain faces, but it doesn't follow that", "'look like' is unfortunate; not least because it helps to", "Lavater's work was criticised for being ridden with bias", "Hancock describes attending a conference where one speaker showed", "form our impressions of them. Jimmy Savile's appearance was unusual", "After performing a number of autopsies on criminals, the Italian physician claimed to have discovered a number of common characteristics, and it's worth listing them if only to establish the supposed criminality of pretty much everyone you know:", "opinion of strangers from their pictures, and those opinions tend", "\"He literally couldn't look more like a paedophile,\"" ], [ "black ones as more criminal,\" says Hancock. \"But then they", "Criminal Man.", "We know that paedophiles, murderers and other violent criminals", "After performing a number of autopsies on criminals, the Italian physician claimed to have discovered a number of common characteristics, and it's worth listing them if only to establish the supposed criminality of pretty much everyone you know:", "by Lombroso can still be found in legal systems across", "In other words, they believe that they've found a relationship between looking like a criminal and actually being one.", "criminals come in many shapes and sizes. If we knew", "In other words, your appearance is affected by the kind of life you've led, so the classifiers within the computer program are simply distinguishing between different demographics rather than detecting a propensity for criminal behaviour.", "theory,\" he asks, \"that criminals were anomalous creatures, evolutionary", "When retired teacher Christopher Jefferies was held by police", "of] the images of the people who were convicted. Second,", "In a woeful misreading of Darwinian theory, Lombroso unwittingly", "and establish a likely score for criminality – but Todorov", "more inherently troubling volumes such as Cesare Lombroso's Criminal", "The vision outlined in these articles is of an unethical", "The aforementioned study at Shanghai's Jiao Tong University, with its enthusiastic, data-driven analyses of such questions as \"What features of a human face betray its owner's propensity for crimes?\" prompted a wave of press coverage.", "for example, political leanings, sexual orientation and criminality. One BBC", "\"He literally couldn't look more like a paedophile,\"", "an employee, a slave or a spouse, while its inherent", "Many studies have been done into our psychological response to" ], [ "In other words, they believe that they've found a relationship between looking like a criminal and actually being one.", "In other words, your appearance is affected by the kind of life you've led, so the classifiers within the computer program are simply distinguishing between different demographics rather than detecting a propensity for criminal behaviour.", "After performing a number of autopsies on criminals, the Italian physician claimed to have discovered a number of common characteristics, and it's worth listing them if only to establish the supposed criminality of pretty much everyone you know:", "The aforementioned study at Shanghai's Jiao Tong University, with its enthusiastic, data-driven analyses of such questions as \"What features of a human face betray its owner's propensity for crimes?\" prompted a wave of press coverage.", "over the years. Physiognomy, the 'science' of judging people", "black ones as more criminal,\" says Hancock. \"But then they", "While it's true that we judge books by their", "and establish a likely score for criminality – but Todorov", "We attribute social characteristics based on opinions we already hold", "consensual judgments on social attributes?\" they ask. Through a study", "theory,\" he asks, \"that criminals were anomalous creatures, evolutionary", "Alexander Todorov, professor of psychology at Princeton University, calls an", "In a woeful misreading of Darwinian theory, Lombroso unwittingly", "The only attributes that we're reasonably good at detecting,", "pronouncement that \"it is possible to infer character from features\"", "for example, political leanings, sexual orientation and criminality. One BBC", "In a social media age, the pictures we choose to represent ourselves online are a form of self-presentation driven by those social attributions and the knowledge that our pictures are being judged.", "tendency to judge instantly gives rise to a number of", "We know that paedophiles, murderers and other violent criminals", "on a theoretical level. \"Are we back to Lombroso's" ] ]

[ "Relationship between Harry Zeckler and Paul Meyeroff?", "What crime has Zeckler committed to warrant imprisonment?", "What motivates people like Zeckler to commit such crimes as he committed?", "Why was Altair regarded at once by the Trading Commission as a commercial prize of tremendous value?", "The proceedings of Altairian trial defy which tenet of the modern western legal system?", "Altairian's economy is most likely representative of which system:", "What does the outcome of Zeckler's trial suggest about the modern legal system?" ]

[ [ "Meyeroff is Zeckler's legal representation", "Meyeroff is an official sent to extradite Zeckler", "Zeckler is a con man for Meyeroff", "Zeckler abetted in a crime that Meyeroff perpetrated" ], [ "embezzlement", "fraud", "encroachment", "indecent exposure" ], [ "New interplanetary laws created more incentive to commit crimes in vulnerable areas than they offered protection from such crimes.", "Representatives from the Trading Commission set up an operation to hire and arrest con men in order to secure resources without being indicted.", "The interplanetary laws made it easy for wealthy corporations and entities to prey upon those they considered less civilized and intelligent.", "The Trading Commission offered monetary compensation for whoever was willing to secure unexploited trading ground on neighboring planets." ], [ "They do not understand the loopholes in the trading laws", "They have a large amount of 'unclaimed' land", "They were an ideal location for an interplanetary prison system", "They have a large reservoir of 'unclaimed' uranium" ], [ "a defendant is innocent until proven guilty", "a defendant has a right to due process", "no warrant shall be issued without just cause", "no one shall be subject to self-incrimination" ], [ "capitalism", "laissez faire", "socialism", "Keynesian" ], [ "The legal system is set up to benefit those with more power and wealth.", "For a defendant in the legal system, there is no desirable outcome.", "The better lawyer a defendant has, the more likely they are to clear their names.", "Sometimes it is more optimal to lie and make a guilty plea, than to tell the truth and be found guilty." ] ]

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[ [ "\"Look, Zeckler, the name is Meyerhoff, and I'm not your\n pal,\" Meyerhoff snapped. \"And you've been here for two", "Zeckler leaned over, his face ashen. \"These charges,\" he\n whispered. \"They're insane!\"\n\n\n \"Of course they are,\" Meyerhoff whispered back.", "Zeckler puffed hungrily on a cigarette, and looked up at\n Meyerhoff with haunted eyes. \"It—it doesn't look so good,\"\n he muttered.", "a little. \"So Harry Zeckler's in a jam again,\" he said.\n \"You\nlook\nas if they'd treated you like a brother.\"", "\"I never saw him before in my life,\" Zeckler moaned to\n Meyerhoff. \"Listen to him! Why should I care where their\n Goddess—\"", "Meyerhoff grinned unpleasantly. He brushed an imaginary\n lint fleck from his lapel, and looked up at Zeckler slyly. \"That—uh—jury", "Zeckler fished in the other man's pocket, extracted a cigarette,\n and lighted it with trembling fingers. \"It's bad, then,\"\n he said finally.\n\n\n \"It's bad, all right.\"", "Zeckler was on his feet, his eyes suddenly bright with excitement.\n \"Wait a minute,\" he said tensely. \"To tell them a lie", "One of the huge steel doors clicked open. Meyerhoff peered\n into the blackness, catching a vaguely human outline against\n the back wall. \"Harry?\" he called sharply.", "Zeckler's eyes flashed, and a huge grin broke out on his\n sallow face. His thin body fairly shook. He started hopping", "Meyerhoff stared at the little man with a mixture of pity and\n disgust. \"You are a prize fool,\" he said finally. \"Did you know\n that?\"", "twisted ghost out of the blackness. Wide blue eyes\n regarded Meyerhoff from beneath uneven black eyebrows, and\n then the little man's face broke into a crafty grin. \"Paul! So", "Zeckler puffed nervously on his cigarette, his narrow face\n a study in troubled concentration. \"But I didn't\ndo", "Zeckler looked sharply around the hushed room. \"You want\n to convict me,\" he said softly, \"in the worst sort of way. Isn't\n that right?\"", "Meyerhoff stared at him. \"Oh, come now. Have you gone\n off your rocker completely? You've got a problem on your\n hands, man.\"", "Zeckler was visibly shaken. \"Look,\" he said weakly, \"so I\n wasn't so smart. What am I going to do? I mean, are you", "Paul Meyerhoff stared stonily at the controls, his lips compressed\n angrily. \"You might at least have told me what you\n were planning.\"", "Zeckler sat in silence for a moment. \"This lying business,\"\n he said finally, \"exactly how does it work?\"", "Meyerhoff shifted uneasily. \"It's hard to say. It's been my\n experience that they respect him highly—maybe even fear him", "\"We are reading the case of the people of Altair I,\" the\n judge's voice roared out, \"against one Harry Zeckler—\" he" ], [ "Zeckler looked sharply around the hushed room. \"You want\n to convict me,\" he said softly, \"in the worst sort of way. Isn't\n that right?\"", "Zeckler leaned over, his face ashen. \"These charges,\" he\n whispered. \"They're insane!\"\n\n\n \"Of course they are,\" Meyerhoff whispered back.", "Zeckler puffed nervously on his cigarette, his narrow face\n a study in troubled concentration. \"But I didn't\ndo", "Zeckler was on his feet, his eyes suddenly bright with excitement.\n \"Wait a minute,\" he said tensely. \"To tell them a lie", "Zeckler jerked around abruptly as he heard his name bellowed\n out. \"Does the defendant have anything to say before\n the jury delivers the verdict?\"", "Zeckler was visibly shaken. \"Look,\" he said weakly, \"so I\n wasn't so smart. What am I going to do? I mean, are you", "Zeckler's eyes flashed, and a huge grin broke out on his\n sallow face. His thin body fairly shook. He started hopping", "Zeckler fished in the other man's pocket, extracted a cigarette,\n and lighted it with trembling fingers. \"It's bad, then,\"\n he said finally.\n\n\n \"It's bad, all right.\"", "gaunt face of the prisoner. Zeckler's face was dark with a\n week's beard, and his bloodshot eyes belied the cocky grin", "Zeckler spluttered. \"There's no evidence—you've got nothing\n on me! What kind of a frame are you trying to pull?\"", "A choking sound came from Zeckler's throat. \"\nArrest!\n\"", "Zeckler's eyes widened. \"What do you mean, fool? So I\n spend a couple of weeks in this pneumonia trap. The deal was", "Zeckler sat in silence for a moment. \"This lying business,\"\n he said finally, \"exactly how does it work?\"", "Zeckler puffed hungrily on a cigarette, and looked up at\n Meyerhoff with haunted eyes. \"It—it doesn't look so good,\"\n he muttered.", "Somehow, Zeckler managed to stumble from the witness\n stand, amid riotous boos and hisses, and tottered into the anteroom.", "room grew hotter and muggier. Zeckler grew paler and paler,\n his eyes turning glassy as the testimony piled up. \"But it's not\ntrue", "down at Zeckler with all three eyes, and pounded the bench top\n with a wooden mallet until the roar of activity subsided. The\n jurymen wriggled uncomfortably in their seats, exchanging", "Meyerhoff grinned unpleasantly. He brushed an imaginary\n lint fleck from his lapel, and looked up at Zeckler slyly. \"That—uh—jury", "\"I never saw him before in my life,\" Zeckler moaned to\n Meyerhoff. \"Listen to him! Why should I care where their\n Goddess—\"", "\"We are reading the case of the people of Altair I,\" the\n judge's voice roared out, \"against one Harry Zeckler—\" he" ], [ "Zeckler looked sharply around the hushed room. \"You want\n to convict me,\" he said softly, \"in the worst sort of way. Isn't\n that right?\"", "Zeckler puffed nervously on his cigarette, his narrow face\n a study in troubled concentration. \"But I didn't\ndo", "Zeckler leaned over, his face ashen. \"These charges,\" he\n whispered. \"They're insane!\"\n\n\n \"Of course they are,\" Meyerhoff whispered back.", "Zeckler was on his feet, his eyes suddenly bright with excitement.\n \"Wait a minute,\" he said tensely. \"To tell them a lie", "Zeckler's eyes flashed, and a huge grin broke out on his\n sallow face. His thin body fairly shook. He started hopping", "Zeckler was visibly shaken. \"Look,\" he said weakly, \"so I\n wasn't so smart. What am I going to do? I mean, are you", "Zeckler fished in the other man's pocket, extracted a cigarette,\n and lighted it with trembling fingers. \"It's bad, then,\"\n he said finally.\n\n\n \"It's bad, all right.\"", "Zeckler puffed hungrily on a cigarette, and looked up at\n Meyerhoff with haunted eyes. \"It—it doesn't look so good,\"\n he muttered.", "Zeckler sat in silence for a moment. \"This lying business,\"\n he said finally, \"exactly how does it work?\"", "Zeckler stood up shakily. \"You can't believe anything the\n natives say,\" he said uneasily. \"They're pathological liars.", "\"Your lives, your land, everything you hold dear,\" Zeckler\n said quickly, licking his lips nervously. \"You must try to", "\"I never saw him before in my life,\" Zeckler moaned to\n Meyerhoff. \"Listen to him! Why should I care where their\n Goddess—\"", "Meyerhoff grinned unpleasantly. He brushed an imaginary\n lint fleck from his lapel, and looked up at Zeckler slyly. \"That—uh—jury", "Zeckler jerked around abruptly as he heard his name bellowed\n out. \"Does the defendant have anything to say before\n the jury delivers the verdict?\"", "Zeckler spluttered. \"There's no evidence—you've got nothing\n on me! What kind of a frame are you trying to pull?\"", "down at Zeckler with all three eyes, and pounded the bench top\n with a wooden mallet until the roar of activity subsided. The\n jurymen wriggled uncomfortably in their seats, exchanging", "Zeckler frowned. \"And how do they regard the—the biggest\n liar? I mean, how do they feel toward him?\"", "Zeckler shrugged again. \"The simplest, tiredest, moldiest\n old racket that ever made a quick nickel. Remember the old", "room grew hotter and muggier. Zeckler grew paler and paler,\n his eyes turning glassy as the testimony piled up. \"But it's not\ntrue", "\"We are reading the case of the people of Altair I,\" the\n judge's voice roared out, \"against one Harry Zeckler—\" he" ], [ "with them. Altair I had been recognized at once by the Trading\n Commission as a commercial prize of tremendous value, but\n early reports had warned of the danger of wildcat trading on", "Meyerhoff grinned unpleasantly. \"I mean precisely that.\n You've committed a crime here—a major crime. The Altairians", "worth it! I've got three million credits sitting in the Terran\n Consulate on Altair V, just waiting for me to walk in and pick\n them up. Three million credits—do you hear? That's enough", "trial. The Altairians weren't any too happy to\n oblige. They wanted to execute you outright. Thought a trial\n was awfully silly—until they got their money back, of course.", "Meyerhoff followed the huge, bear-like Altairian guard\n down the slippery flagstones of the corridor, sniffing the\n dead, musty air with distaste. He drew his carefully tailored", "amazed that it didn't occur to me first thing.\" He settled himself\n down comfortably in the control cabin of the Interplanetary\n Rocket and grinned at the outline of Altair IV looming larger", "Altairian equivalent of a hungry grin at the prosecutor. Then\n he cleared his throat and started. \"This Terran riffraff—\"", "\"A little fine of one Terran neck.\" Meyerhoff grinned nastily.\n \"You've committed the most heinous crime these creatures can", "Altairians attempted to push through the door at once. Zeckler\n clamped on the headset to his translator unit, and watched the\n hubbub in the anteroom with growing alarm. Finally the question", "and bribery—\" The judge pounded the bench for order—\"Espionage\n with the accursed scum of Altair II in preparation\n for interplanetary invasion.\"", "chunk of land at the same time, all armed with title-deeds.\"\n Meyerhoff sighed. \"You've got twelve mad Altairians in your", "\"We are reading the case of the people of Altair I,\" the\n judge's voice roared out, \"against one Harry Zeckler—\" he", "lying they never have run up against a short-circuit like that.\n You've also completely botched any hope of ever setting up\n a trading alliance with Altair I, and that includes uranium, too.", "Meyerhoff smiled coolly. \"You're going to get your sly little\n con-man brain to working, I think,\" he said softly. \"By Interplanetary", "hereby accused of the following crimes,\" the judge bellowed.\n \"Conspiracy to overthrow the government of Altair I. Brutal\n murder of seventeen law-abiding citizens of the village of", "of precedent seemed to be settled, and a group of the\n Altairians filed in, in order of stature, stalking across the room", "\"Oh, yes. Didn't I tell you? Conspiring to undermine the\n authority of the Terran Trading Commission. Serious charge,", "are sore about it. And the Terran Consulate isn't willing\n to sell all the trading possibilities here down the river just to\n get you out of a mess. You're going to stand trial—and these", "planets. The first men in were the richest out, and\n through some curious quirk of the Terrestrial mind, they knew\n they could count on Terran protection, however crooked and", "Altairian stopped, producing a huge key ring from some obscure\n fold of his hairy hide. \"I still don't see any reason for" ], [ "trial. The Altairians weren't any too happy to\n oblige. They wanted to execute you outright. Thought a trial\n was awfully silly—until they got their money back, of course.", "hereby accused of the following crimes,\" the judge bellowed.\n \"Conspiracy to overthrow the government of Altair I. Brutal\n murder of seventeen law-abiding citizens of the village of", "\"We are reading the case of the people of Altair I,\" the\n judge's voice roared out, \"against one Harry Zeckler—\" he", "Rules, they have to give you a trial in Terran legal\n form—judge, jury, court procedure, all that folderol. They\n think it's a big joke—after all, what could a judicial oath mean", "The Altairian shrugged indifferently. \"Now—later—\" he\n muttered.\n\n\n \"Have the prosecutor call his first witness,\" said Meyerhoff.", "Altairian equivalent of a hungry grin at the prosecutor. Then\n he cleared his throat and started. \"This Terran riffraff—\"", "Meyerhoff grinned unpleasantly. \"I mean precisely that.\n You've committed a crime here—a major crime. The Altairians", "and bribery—\" The judge pounded the bench for order—\"Espionage\n with the accursed scum of Altair II in preparation\n for interplanetary invasion.\"", "One of the jurymen let out a little squeak, and fainted dead\n away. It took, all in all, about ten seconds for the statement\n to soak in.", "on this case. You must listen with the greatest care.\" He\n glanced quickly at Meyerhoff, and back to the judge. \"Your\n Honor,\" he said in a hushed voice. \"You are in gravest of", "with them. Altair I had been recognized at once by the Trading\n Commission as a commercial prize of tremendous value, but\n early reports had warned of the danger of wildcat trading on", "are sore about it. And the Terran Consulate isn't willing\n to sell all the trading possibilities here down the river just to\n get you out of a mess. You're going to stand trial—and these", "paused for a long, impressive moment—\"Terran.\" The courtroom\n immediately burst into an angry growl, until the judge\n pounded the bench five or six times more. \"This—creature—is", "of precedent seemed to be settled, and a group of the\n Altairians filed in, in order of stature, stalking across the room", "gingerly on the witness chair, facing the judge, his eyes bright\n with fear and excitement. \"Your—Your Honor, I—I have a\n statement to make which will have a most important bearing", "Zeckler snorted. \"But how could they\npossibly\nhave a legal\n system? I mean, if they don't recognize the truth when it slaps\n them in the face?\"", "decide that you really want to convict me.\" He paused, and\n glanced slyly at the judge. \"You don't think much of those\n who tell the truth, it seems. Well, put", "Meyerhoff followed the huge, bear-like Altairian guard\n down the slippery flagstones of the corridor, sniffing the\n dead, musty air with distaste. He drew his carefully tailored", "\"No.\" Meyerhoff's hands twitched nervously. \"Not yet, Your\n Honor. Later, Your Honor. The trial comes\nfirst\n.\"", "Meyerhoff shrugged. \"As we understand legal systems, I\n suppose they don't have one. They have only the haziest idea" ], [ "with them. Altair I had been recognized at once by the Trading\n Commission as a commercial prize of tremendous value, but\n early reports had warned of the danger of wildcat trading on", "worth it! I've got three million credits sitting in the Terran\n Consulate on Altair V, just waiting for me to walk in and pick\n them up. Three million credits—do you hear? That's enough", "too. You've probably never heard that there are just too many\n Altairians here for the food their planet can supply, and their\n diet is so finicky that they just can't live on anything that", "Meyerhoff grinned unpleasantly. \"I mean precisely that.\n You've committed a crime here—a major crime. The Altairians", "trial. The Altairians weren't any too happy to\n oblige. They wanted to execute you outright. Thought a trial\n was awfully silly—until they got their money back, of course.", "Altairian equivalent of a hungry grin at the prosecutor. Then\n he cleared his throat and started. \"This Terran riffraff—\"", "Meyerhoff followed the huge, bear-like Altairian guard\n down the slippery flagstones of the corridor, sniffing the\n dead, musty air with distaste. He drew his carefully tailored", "planets. The first men in were the richest out, and\n through some curious quirk of the Terrestrial mind, they knew\n they could count on Terran protection, however crooked and", "and bribery—\" The judge pounded the bench for order—\"Espionage\n with the accursed scum of Altair II in preparation\n for interplanetary invasion.\"", "\"A little fine of one Terran neck.\" Meyerhoff grinned nastily.\n \"You've committed the most heinous crime these creatures can", "amazed that it didn't occur to me first thing.\" He settled himself\n down comfortably in the control cabin of the Interplanetary\n Rocket and grinned at the outline of Altair IV looming larger", "he said, \"to go to the wrong planet when I first came to\n Altair from my homeland on Terra. I—I landed on Altair II,", "hereby accused of the following crimes,\" the judge bellowed.\n \"Conspiracy to overthrow the government of Altair I. Brutal\n murder of seventeen law-abiding citizens of the village of", "entire legal and monetary system revolves on that principle.\n They've built up the most confusing and impossible system of\n barter and trade imaginable, aimed at individual survival, with", "\"We are reading the case of the people of Altair I,\" the\n judge's voice roared out, \"against one Harry Zeckler—\" he", "lying they never have run up against a short-circuit like that.\n You've also completely botched any hope of ever setting up\n a trading alliance with Altair I, and that includes uranium, too.", "chunk of land at the same time, all armed with title-deeds.\"\n Meyerhoff sighed. \"You've got twelve mad Altairians in your", "of precedent seemed to be settled, and a group of the\n Altairians filed in, in order of stature, stalking across the room", "Altairians attempted to push through the door at once. Zeckler\n clamped on the headset to his translator unit, and watched the\n hubbub in the anteroom with growing alarm. Finally the question", "doesn't grow here. And consequently, land is the key factor\n in their economy, not money; nothing but land. To get land,\n it's every man for himself, and the loser starves, and their" ], [ "Zeckler looked sharply around the hushed room. \"You want\n to convict me,\" he said softly, \"in the worst sort of way. Isn't\n that right?\"", "Zeckler jerked around abruptly as he heard his name bellowed\n out. \"Does the defendant have anything to say before\n the jury delivers the verdict?\"", "Zeckler fished in the other man's pocket, extracted a cigarette,\n and lighted it with trembling fingers. \"It's bad, then,\"\n he said finally.\n\n\n \"It's bad, all right.\"", "Zeckler leaned over, his face ashen. \"These charges,\" he\n whispered. \"They're insane!\"\n\n\n \"Of course they are,\" Meyerhoff whispered back.", "Zeckler snorted. \"But how could they\npossibly\nhave a legal\n system? I mean, if they don't recognize the truth when it slaps\n them in the face?\"", "Meyerhoff grinned unpleasantly. He brushed an imaginary\n lint fleck from his lapel, and looked up at Zeckler slyly. \"That—uh—jury", "down at Zeckler with all three eyes, and pounded the bench top\n with a wooden mallet until the roar of activity subsided. The\n jurymen wriggled uncomfortably in their seats, exchanging", "\"We are reading the case of the people of Altair I,\" the\n judge's voice roared out, \"against one Harry Zeckler—\" he", "Zeckler's eyes flashed, and a huge grin broke out on his\n sallow face. His thin body fairly shook. He started hopping", "\"Hold on! Just one minute more.\"\n\n\n The judge stared down at Zeckler as if he were a bug on a\n rock. \"Oh, yes. You had something else to say. Well, go ahead\n and say it.\"", "room grew hotter and muggier. Zeckler grew paler and paler,\n his eyes turning glassy as the testimony piled up. \"But it's not\ntrue", "Zeckler was visibly shaken. \"Look,\" he said weakly, \"so I\n wasn't so smart. What am I going to do? I mean, are you", "Zeckler was on his feet, his eyes suddenly bright with excitement.\n \"Wait a minute,\" he said tensely. \"To tell them a lie", "Zeckler puffed nervously on his cigarette, his narrow face\n a study in troubled concentration. \"But I didn't\ndo", "Zeckler spluttered. \"There's no evidence—you've got nothing\n on me! What kind of a frame are you trying to pull?\"", "prosecutor eyed Zeckler with cold malevolence, then turned\n and delivered a sly wink at the judge.", "Somehow, Zeckler managed to stumble from the witness\n stand, amid riotous boos and hisses, and tottered into the anteroom.", "\"Objection!\" Zeckler squealed plaintively, jumping to his\n feet. \"This witness can't even remember what night he's talking\n about!\"", "Zeckler puffed hungrily on a cigarette, and looked up at\n Meyerhoff with haunted eyes. \"It—it doesn't look so good,\"\n he muttered.", "The witness settled back into the chair, fixing one eye on\n Zeckler's face, another on the prosecutor, and closing the third" ] ]

[ "What is the symbolism of the title?", "What motivates Zarwell to take on the 'missions' he leads?", "What is the purpose of a comanalysis?", "Why did Zarwell deliberately inject himself? ", "What do the settings of Zarwell's comanalyses have in common?", "For what reason is Zarwell seeking treatment with Bergstrom? ", "Which term best describes the sequencing of Zarwell's dreams under comanalysis? ", "What is the purpose of the reclam crews?" ]

[ [ "The monkey represents the series of false memories implanted in Zarwell's mind", "The monkey represents Zarwell's affliction with ennui after becoming a civilian and living a more mundane existence", "The monkey represents Dr. Bergstrom's manipulative influence on Zarwell's psyche", "The monkey represents Zarwell's pattern of joining resistance movements, only to watch them turn corrupt" ], [ "He desires to eradicate the galaxy of authoritarian regimes", "He is not consciously aware of why he agrees to participate in the missions", "He enjoys the adrenaline rush of the precarious situations his missions place him in", "He wishes to prevent Earth from being destroyed by man-made climate change" ], [ "It paralyzes patients in order to restore their nervous systems to equilibrium", "It gives more direct access to the plagues of the human mind", "It allows a manipulator to implant false memories", "It permits a psychoanalyst to remove traumatic memories" ], [ "To forget memories that influence him to join more missions", "To prevent a psychoanalyst from probing his memories", "To disguise himself among civilians in a new society", "To protect himself from corrupt government officials" ], [ "deception", "captivity", "pursuits", "weapons" ], [ "He is experiencing symptoms of memory loss", "He struggles with night terrors on a regular basis", "He feels paranoid that someone is controlling his thoughts", "He wishes to rid himself of the ennui that stems from his depression" ], [ "arbitrary", "prophetic", "misleading", "regressive" ], [ "To imprison anyone who breaks the Meninger oath of inviolate confidence", "To establish habitable human settlements after the destruction of Earth", "To search for minerals that could be used to produce serum for comanalyses", "To reclaim fugitives from resistance movements and force them into captivity" ] ]

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[ [ "He stretched out his legs and regarded\n them thoughtfully. “I\n learned then the truth of Russell’s\n saying: ‘When the oppressed win", "The next morning when Zarwell\n awoke he lay for a moment, unmoving.\n The feeling was there\n again, like a scene waiting only to", "]\n jig-saw. In time it will fit into\n place.” He paused. “It means no\n more to you than the first, I suppose?”", "The words tumbled down from\n above. They faded, were gone.\nZARWELL found himself\nstanding on a vast plain. There was", "When he looked about him it\n was with the expression of a man\n waking from a vivid dream.\n“Q", "He brought his hands up and joined\n the tips of his fingers against his\n chest. “But it’s another piece in the\n [p\n 138", "He pulled himself from his blankets,\n his body moving with mechanical\n reaction. The slippers into\n which he put his feet were larger", "Abruptly the unreality about\n him shifted perspective. He was\n approaching—not walking, but\n merely shortening the space between", "be gazed at directly to be perceived.\n It was as though a great wisdom\n lay at the edge of understanding.\n If he rested quietly it would", "no sky above, and no horizon in the\n distance. He was in a place without\n space or dimension. There was\n nothing here except himself—and", "Time passed, without visible\n break in the panorama. Now Zarwell\n was fleeing, pursued by the", "The big man belched. “You’re\n supposed to be great stuff in a situation\n like this,” he said, his smoke-tan\n face splitting in a grin that revealed\n large square teeth. “How\n about giving me a sample?”", "At the sight of him a man leaning\n negligently against a stone pillar,\n to his right but within vision,\n straightened and barked an order\n to him, “Halt!” He lengthened his\n stride but gave no other sign.", "A weapon beautiful in its efficient\n simplicity.\n\n\n He should know all about the\n instrument, its purpose and workings,\n but he could not bring his\n thoughts into rational focus. His\n forehead creased with his mental\n effort.", "Opening a button on his shirt, he\n pulled back a strip of plastic cloth\n just below his rib cage and took\n out a small flat pistol. He held it\n in the palm of his hand. He knew\n now why he always carried it.", "climbed the stairs of a stone flat.\n He prepared a supper for himself\n and ate it without either enjoyment\n or distaste. He lay down, fully", "wall surrounding the stricken metropolis.\n He moved in and joined a\n party of short, bearded men, directing\n them as they battered at the", "of his normally alert gaze. “I see\n no connection,” he decided, his\n words once again precise and meticulous.\n “We don’t have enough to", "heat, squat and austere as\n giant tree trunks, pock-marked and\n gray-mottled with windows. Zarwell\n was careful not to rest his hand", "have only a normal man’s indignation\n at injustice. And now I’ve done\n my share. Yet, wherever I go, the\n word eventually gets out, and I’m" ], [ "A village was being ravaged.\n Men struggled and died in the\n streets. Zarwell moved among\n them, seldom taking part in the\n individual clashes, yet a moving\n force in the\n conflict\n .", "Zarwell was not the leader of the\n invaders, only a lesser figure in the\n rebellion. But he had played a leading\n part in the planning of the\n strategy that led to the city’s fall.\n The job had been well done.", "Zarwell made his decision quickly.\n “Go ahead,” he answered.\nALL Zarwell’s attention seemed\n on the cigar he lit as he rode", "Zarwell opened his eyes a slit to\n observe his surroundings.\n\n\n It was a mistake. “He’s out of\n it,” the first speaker said, and Zarwell\n allowed his eyes to open fully.", "Zarwell stopped him with an upraised\n hand. “Good God, man, can’t\n you see the reason for all this? I’m\n tired. I’m trying to quit.”", "“I’m not a professional do-gooder.”\n Zarwell’s tone appealed\n to Bergstrom for understanding. “I", "to fit the world for human\n needs. When Zarwell arrived, six\n months before, the vitalized area\n already extended three hundred\n miles along the coast, and sixty", "The next morning when Zarwell\n awoke he lay for a moment, unmoving.\n The feeling was there\n again, like a scene waiting only to", "Zarwell did not answer. His\n memory seemed on the point of\n complete return, and he sat quietly,\n hopefully. However, nothing more\n came and he returned his attention\n to his more immediate problem.", "While Zarwell considered, Bergstrom\n pressed his advantage. “One\n more scene might do it,” he said.\n “Should we try again—if you trust\n me, that is?”", "“I don’t see why not.” Zarwell\n [p\n 137\n ]", "Time passed, without visible\n break in the panorama. Now Zarwell\n was fleeing, pursued by the", "[p\n 141\n ]\n\n Zarwell smiled with mild embarrassment.\n “At least in my dreams.”", "[p\n 146\n ]\n\n “Trust and money,” Zarwell said\n drily.\n\n\n “Your memory’s back then?”", "Bergstrom did not argue as he\n left.\nRESTLESSNESS drove Zarwell\n from his flat the next day—a", "Zarwell’s eyebrows raised.\n\n\n “Who am I?” he asked, very interested\n now. Without attention he\n put his pistol away in a trouser\n pocket.", "“… and we need your help.”\n Johnson had finished his speech.\n\n\n Zarwell gazed up at the bright\n sky. He pulled in a long breath,\n and let it out in a sigh.", "His captor’s broad face jeered\n down at Zarwell. “Have a good\n sleep?” he asked with mock solicitude.\n Zarwell did not deign to acknowledge\n that he heard.", "The man nodded.\n\n\n Zarwell tried to feel the anger he\n wanted to feel, but somehow it\n would not come. “We have nothing\n to talk about,” was the best he\n could manage.", "“It started on my home colony,”\n Zarwell explained listlessly. “A\n gang of hoods had taken over the" ], [ "calmly, even allowed himself to\n relax. “You’re still pretty much in\n the fog about yourself. I read more\n in those comanalyses than you did.", "go on. Do you feel able to try another\n comanalysis this afternoon\n yet?”", "of his normally alert gaze. “I see\n no connection,” he decided, his\n words once again precise and meticulous.\n “We don’t have enough to", "patient. If he was skilled enough,\n he could sort the relevancies from\n the vast amount of chaff. We are\n able now, with the help of the", "serum, to confine our discourses to\n matters cogent to the patient’s\n trouble.”", "A weapon beautiful in its efficient\n simplicity.\n\n\n He should know all about the\n instrument, its purpose and workings,\n but he could not bring his\n thoughts into rational focus. His\n forehead creased with his mental\n effort.", "clothed, on his bed. The visit to the\n analyst had done nothing to dispel\n his ennui.\n[p\n 139", "same bearded men who had been\n his comrades before. Still he moved\n with the same firm purpose, vigilant,\n resourceful, and well prepared", "The big man belched. “You’re\n supposed to be great stuff in a situation\n like this,” he said, his smoke-tan\n face splitting in a grin that revealed\n large square teeth. “How\n about giving me a sample?”", "explain. This work is so routine to\n me that sometimes I forget it’s all\n new to a patient. Actually what you\n experienced under the drug were", "The starch went out of his legs.\n“D\n O you make anything out of\n it?” the psychoanalyst Milton\n Bergstrom, asked.", "paper on his desk. “I think that will\n be enough for today. Twice in one\n sitting is about all we ever try.\n Otherwise some particular episode", "“Q\n UITE ingenious,” Graves\n murmured admiringly. “You\n had your mind already preconditioned\n for the shot. But why would", "his voice went on, seeming to come\n from a great distance, “a doctor\n had to spend weeks, sometimes\n months or years interviewing a", "into that later. For today I think\n we have done enough. This episode\n was quite prolonged.”", "THE sun was still high when\n Zarwell left the analyst’s office.\n The white marble of the city’s\n buildings shimmered in the afternoon", "The feeling was still with him\n when he returned to the psychoanalyst.\nTHE scene this time was more\n kaleidoscopic, less personal.", "to fit the world for human\n needs. When Zarwell arrived, six\n months before, the vitalized area\n already extended three hundred\n miles along the coast, and sixty", "all come to him. Yet always, when\n his mind lost its sleep-induced\n [p\n 140\n ]", "]\n jig-saw. In time it will fit into\n place.” He paused. “It means no\n more to you than the first, I suppose?”" ], [ "Zarwell stopped him with an upraised\n hand. “Good God, man, can’t\n you see the reason for all this? I’m\n tired. I’m trying to quit.”", "Zarwell opened his eyes a slit to\n observe his surroundings.\n\n\n It was a mistake. “He’s out of\n it,” the first speaker said, and Zarwell\n allowed his eyes to open fully.", "Zarwell did not answer. His\n memory seemed on the point of\n complete return, and he sat quietly,\n hopefully. However, nothing more\n came and he returned his attention\n to his more immediate problem.", "One step more. Taking the syringe\n from his pocket, he plunged\n the needle into his forearm and\n tossed the instrument down a\n waste chute. He took three more\n steps and paused uncertainly.", "The next morning when Zarwell\n awoke he lay for a moment, unmoving.\n The feeling was there\n again, like a scene waiting only to", "Zarwell made his decision quickly.\n “Go ahead,” he answered.\nALL Zarwell’s attention seemed\n on the cigar he lit as he rode", "While Zarwell considered, Bergstrom\n pressed his advantage. “One\n more scene might do it,” he said.\n “Should we try again—if you trust\n me, that is?”", "The grin faded from the oily face\n as the man stood up. He leaned over\n the cot—and Zarwell’s left hand\n shot up and locked about his throat,\n joined almost immediately by the\n right.", "Zarwell’s eyebrows raised.\n\n\n “Who am I?” he asked, very interested\n now. Without attention he\n put his pistol away in a trouser\n pocket.", "His captor’s broad face jeered\n down at Zarwell. “Have a good\n sleep?” he asked with mock solicitude.\n Zarwell did not deign to acknowledge\n that he heard.", "Zarwell debated with himself the\n truth of what the other had said.\n “Why didn’t you turn me in?” he\n asked.", "Bergstrom obviously realized\n how close he was to death. Yet\n surprisingly, after the first start,\n he showed little fear. Zarwell had", "the hands about his neck. When\n that failed to break the grip he suddenly\n reversed his weight and\n drove his fist at Zarwell’s head.", "Bergstrom was waiting in his office\n when Zarwell arrived that\n evening.\nHE was lying motionless on a", "[p\n 146\n ]\n\n “Trust and money,” Zarwell said\n drily.\n\n\n “Your memory’s back then?”", "to fit the world for human\n needs. When Zarwell arrived, six\n months before, the vitalized area\n already extended three hundred\n miles along the coast, and sixty", "The man nodded.\n\n\n Zarwell tried to feel the anger he\n wanted to feel, but somehow it\n would not come. “We have nothing\n to talk about,” was the best he\n could manage.", "“Good.” Bergstrom rose. “The\n serum is quite harmless, John.” He\n maintained a professional diversionary\n chatter as he administered\n the drug. “A scopolamine derivative\n that’s been well tested.”", "Time passed, without visible\n break in the panorama. Now Zarwell\n was fleeing, pursued by the", "“I have very little sense of humor,”\n Zarwell corrected him.\n\n\n “You’d be foolish!”" ], [ "THE sun was still high when\n Zarwell left the analyst’s office.\n The white marble of the city’s\n buildings shimmered in the afternoon", "to fit the world for human\n needs. When Zarwell arrived, six\n months before, the vitalized area\n already extended three hundred\n miles along the coast, and sixty", "Zarwell opened his eyes a slit to\n observe his surroundings.\n\n\n It was a mistake. “He’s out of\n it,” the first speaker said, and Zarwell\n allowed his eyes to open fully.", "A village was being ravaged.\n Men struggled and died in the\n streets. Zarwell moved among\n them, seldom taking part in the\n individual clashes, yet a moving\n force in the\n conflict\n .", "The words tumbled down from\n above. They faded, were gone.\nZARWELL found himself\nstanding on a vast plain. There was", "[p\n 141\n ]\n\n Zarwell smiled with mild embarrassment.\n “At least in my dreams.”", "The next morning when Zarwell\n awoke he lay for a moment, unmoving.\n The feeling was there\n again, like a scene waiting only to", "heat, squat and austere as\n giant tree trunks, pock-marked and\n gray-mottled with windows. Zarwell\n was careful not to rest his hand", "Zarwell did not answer. His\n memory seemed on the point of\n complete return, and he sat quietly,\n hopefully. However, nothing more\n came and he returned his attention\n to his more immediate problem.", "Time passed, without visible\n break in the panorama. Now Zarwell\n was fleeing, pursued by the", "Bergstrom was waiting in his office\n when Zarwell arrived that\n evening.\nHE was lying motionless on a", "Zarwell made his decision quickly.\n “Go ahead,” he answered.\nALL Zarwell’s attention seemed\n on the cigar he lit as he rode", "in your case by this time.”\nA WORK truck picked Zarwell\n up the next morning and he\n rode with a tech crew to the edge of", "Here a city burned. Its resistance\n was nearing its end. Zarwell was\n riding a shaggy pony outside a high", "Zarwell was not the leader of the\n invaders, only a lesser figure in the\n rebellion. But he had played a leading\n part in the planning of the\n strategy that led to the city’s fall.\n The job had been well done.", "Bergstrom did not argue as he\n left.\nRESTLESSNESS drove Zarwell\n from his flat the next day—a", "The floor beneath Zarwell’s feet\n assumed abruptly the near transfluent\n consistency of a damp\n sponge. It rose in a foot-high wave\n and rolled gently toward the far\n wall.", "“It started on my home colony,”\n Zarwell explained listlessly. “A\n gang of hoods had taken over the", "Zarwell stopped him with an upraised\n hand. “Good God, man, can’t\n you see the reason for all this? I’m\n tired. I’m trying to quit.”", "“I have very little sense of humor,”\n Zarwell corrected him.\n\n\n “You’d be foolish!”" ], [ "Bergstrom was waiting in his office\n when Zarwell arrived that\n evening.\nHE was lying motionless on a", "While Zarwell considered, Bergstrom\n pressed his advantage. “One\n more scene might do it,” he said.\n “Should we try again—if you trust\n me, that is?”", "“I’m not a professional do-gooder.”\n Zarwell’s tone appealed\n to Bergstrom for understanding. “I", "Bergstrom did not argue as he\n left.\nRESTLESSNESS drove Zarwell\n from his flat the next day—a", "Bergstrom obviously realized\n how close he was to death. Yet\n surprisingly, after the first start,\n he showed little fear. Zarwell had", "Zarwell’s expression became\n wary. He watched Bergstrom\n closely. After a minute, however,", "Zarwell stopped him with an upraised\n hand. “Good God, man, can’t\n you see the reason for all this? I’m\n tired. I’m trying to quit.”", "Zarwell did not answer. His\n memory seemed on the point of\n complete return, and he sat quietly,\n hopefully. However, nothing more\n came and he returned his attention\n to his more immediate problem.", "“I’m glad to hear that,” Bergstrom\n assured him. “Now that\n you’re well again I’d like to introduce\n you to a man named Vernon\n Johnson. This world …”", "The next morning when Zarwell\n awoke he lay for a moment, unmoving.\n The feeling was there\n again, like a scene waiting only to", "“It is my considered opinion,”\n Bergstrom went on, “that your lost\n memory will turn out to be no ordinary\n amnesia. I believe we will find\n that your mind has been tampered\n with.”", "to fit the world for human\n needs. When Zarwell arrived, six\n months before, the vitalized area\n already extended three hundred\n miles along the coast, and sixty", "Bergstrom continued talking,\n with practiced urbanity. “When\n psychiatry was a less exact science,”", "“Good.” Bergstrom rose. “The\n serum is quite harmless, John.” He\n maintained a professional diversionary\n chatter as he administered\n the drug. “A scopolamine derivative\n that’s been well tested.”", "The man nodded.\n\n\n Zarwell tried to feel the anger he\n wanted to feel, but somehow it\n would not come. “We have nothing\n to talk about,” was the best he\n could manage.", "Zarwell opened his eyes a slit to\n observe his surroundings.\n\n\n It was a mistake. “He’s out of\n it,” the first speaker said, and Zarwell\n allowed his eyes to open fully.", "Zarwell made his decision quickly.\n “Go ahead,” he answered.\nALL Zarwell’s attention seemed\n on the cigar he lit as he rode", "Bergstrom shrugged, dismissing\n his strayed thoughts. “I expected\n as much. A quite normal first phase\n of treatment.” He straightened a", "John Zarwell shook his head.\n “Did I talk while I was under?”\n\n\n “Oh, yes. You were supposed to.\n That way I follow pretty well what\n you’re reenacting.”", "“That’s why you’re here, you\n know,” Bergstrom answered. “To\n help you remember.”\n\n\n “But everything under the drug\n is so …”" ], [ "[p\n 141\n ]\n\n Zarwell smiled with mild embarrassment.\n “At least in my dreams.”", "John Zarwell shook his head.\n “Did I talk while I was under?”\n\n\n “Oh, yes. You were supposed to.\n That way I follow pretty well what\n you’re reenacting.”", "The next morning when Zarwell\n awoke he lay for a moment, unmoving.\n The feeling was there\n again, like a scene waiting only to", "The words tumbled down from\n above. They faded, were gone.\nZARWELL found himself\nstanding on a vast plain. There was", "to fit the world for human\n needs. When Zarwell arrived, six\n months before, the vitalized area\n already extended three hundred\n miles along the coast, and sixty", "Zarwell opened his eyes a slit to\n observe his surroundings.\n\n\n It was a mistake. “He’s out of\n it,” the first speaker said, and Zarwell\n allowed his eyes to open fully.", "“Haphazard? That’s true. The\n recall episodes are always purely\n random, with no chronological sequence.\n Our problem will be to reassemble\n them in proper order\n later. Or some particular scene may\n trigger a complete memory return.", "Zarwell did not answer. His\n memory seemed on the point of\n complete return, and he sat quietly,\n hopefully. However, nothing more\n came and he returned his attention\n to his more immediate problem.", "Time passed, without visible\n break in the panorama. Now Zarwell\n was fleeing, pursued by the", "While Zarwell considered, Bergstrom\n pressed his advantage. “One\n more scene might do it,” he said.\n “Should we try again—if you trust\n me, that is?”", "The floor beneath Zarwell’s feet\n assumed abruptly the near transfluent\n consistency of a damp\n sponge. It rose in a foot-high wave\n and rolled gently toward the far\n wall.", "not dreams. They were recollections\n of real episodes from your\n past.”", "the hands about his neck. When\n that failed to break the grip he suddenly\n reversed his weight and\n drove his fist at Zarwell’s head.", "in your case by this time.”\nA WORK truck picked Zarwell\n up the next morning and he\n rode with a tech crew to the edge of", "“Dreams?” Bergstrom’s eyes\n widened in surprise. “Oh, I beg your\n pardon. I must have forgotten to", "His captor’s broad face jeered\n down at Zarwell. “Have a good\n sleep?” he asked with mock solicitude.\n Zarwell did not deign to acknowledge\n that he heard.", "[p\n 146\n ]\n\n “Trust and money,” Zarwell said\n drily.\n\n\n “Your memory’s back then?”", "THE sun was still high when\n Zarwell left the analyst’s office.\n The white marble of the city’s\n buildings shimmered in the afternoon", "The big man turned. “You can\n tell the Chief he’s awake,” he said.\n Zarwell followed his gaze to where", "Zarwell stopped him with an upraised\n hand. “Good God, man, can’t\n you see the reason for all this? I’m\n tired. I’m trying to quit.”" ], [ "The reclam crews filled and\n sodded the sterile rock, planted\n binding grasses, grain and trees, and", "the reclam area. Beside the belt\n bringing ocean muck from the converter\n plant at the seashore his\n bulldozer was waiting.", "Three rubber-tracked crawlers\n picked their way down from the\n mountains until they joined the\n road passing the belt. They were", "He took his place behind the\n drive wheel and began working dirt\n down between windbreakers anchored\n in the rock. Along a makeshift", "planet had been barren. Only its\n seas thrived with animal and vegetable\n life. The necessary machinery\n and technicians had been supplied\n by Earth, and the long struggle began", "Nearly two hundred years ago,\n when Earth established a colony on\n St. Martin’s, the land surface of the", "to fit the world for human\n needs. When Zarwell arrived, six\n months before, the vitalized area\n already extended three hundred\n miles along the coast, and sixty", "“It started on my home colony,”\n Zarwell explained listlessly. “A\n gang of hoods had taken over the", "loaded with ore that would be\n smelted into metal for depleted\n Earth, or for other colonies short\n of minerals. It was St. Martin’s only", "cure for the skin fungus had not\n yet been found; the men’s faces\n and hands were scabbed and red.\n The colony had grown to near self-sufficiency,", "The voice, he saw, belonged to\n the big man who had bruised him\n against the locker at the spaceport.\n Irrelevantly he wondered how he\n knew now that it had been a spaceport.", "wall surrounding the stricken metropolis.\n He moved in and joined a\n party of short, bearded men, directing\n them as they battered at the", "A village was being ravaged.\n Men struggled and died in the\n streets. Zarwell moved among\n them, seldom taking part in the\n individual clashes, yet a moving\n force in the\n conflict\n .", "miles inland. And every day the\n progress continued. A large percentage\n of the energy and resources\n of the world were devoted to that\n essential expansion.", "He stretched out his legs and regarded\n them thoughtfully. “I\n learned then the truth of Russell’s\n saying: ‘When the oppressed win", "diverted rivers to keep it fertile.\n When there were no rivers to divert\n they blasted out springs and lakes\n in the foothills to make their own.", "in your case by this time.”\nA WORK truck picked Zarwell\n up the next morning and he\n rode with a tech crew to the edge of", "But in the Flats the odor changes.\n Here is the smell of factories, warehouses,\n and trading marts; the smell\n of stale cooking drifting from the", "twelve hours a day. They are poorly\n housed\n , poorly fed, poorly clothed.\n They …”", "The big man belched. “You’re\n supposed to be great stuff in a situation\n like this,” he said, his smoke-tan\n face splitting in a grin that revealed\n large square teeth. “How\n about giving me a sample?”" ] ]

[ "How is Sharism justified?", "By explaining neural activity in the brain, what does the author of the article imply?", "According to the author, why do people stop themselves from sharing as much as they could?", "What do certain corporations lose by remaining closed off to sharing?", "How does the author contradict their promises that sharing will produce a more equitable society?", "The author promises all of the following returns from investing in Sharism EXCEPT for:", "How does the author appeal to readers to convince them to align themselves with Sharism?" ]

[ [ "sharing is the only way to eliminate economic and social disparities among neighboring countries", "if humans do not adopt sharism as a culture, major corporations will adopt it to gain more power", "the disparity between the wealthy and those living in poverty has become too wide", "sharing is embedded within human deoxyribonucleic acid and a hardwired feature of the brain" ], [ "If humans want to avoid the major illnesses like dementia and Alzheimers, they can do so by sharing more content as they grow older", "If humans do not use their neurons, they will lose them (and their potential) forever", "If humans can quickly acclimate to a Sharist ideology, there is a better chance that they can survive global threats", "If humans are not constantly sharing, they will deteriorate and become unproductive" ], [ "They are distrustful and apprehensive of a negative social response", "They are unsure of the best venue for sharing their content", "They believe that people who share on a frequent basis are desperate for attention", "They generally feel that the cost of their content is not as high as the value" ], [ "Collective bargaining", "Reputational power", "Lucrative ideas", "Stock market gains" ], [ "By allowing anyone from anywhere to publish anything, a lack of credibility and accuracy in content means that people living in poverty are more likely to be taken advantage of", "By equating sharing with equity, those who do not share will inevitably be denied access to certain benefits", "By connecting creativity to cultural capital, those who are more logical and scientific thinkers will be marginalized", "By comparing sharing to human neural activity, the author implies that humans who have a preference not to share are 'less than' and will be treated differently" ], [ "access to cultural capital", "amplified networks", "social validation", "exclusive copyright privileges" ], [ "Promising a more equitable future for all", "Discussing how prior failed inventions could have been successful if more collaborators participated", "Refuting the argument that greedy corporations could manipulate the Sharist system", "Associating sharing with bravery and leadership" ] ]

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[ [ "I want to point out that Sharism is not Communism, nor Socialism. As for\n those die- hard Communists we know, they have often abused people’s", "Sharism is totally based on your own consensus. It’s not a very hard\n concept to understand, especially since copyleft movements like the Free\n Software Foundation and Creative Commons have been around for years.", "Sharism. Sharism suggests a re-orientation of personal values. We see it\n in User Generated Content. It is the pledge of Creative Commons. It is", "the majority. Since Sharism can improve communication, collaboration and\n mutual understanding, I believe it has a place within the educational\n system. Sharism can be applied to any cultural discourse, CoP (Community", "The more people who create in the spirit of Sharism, the easier it will\n be to attain well- balanced and equitable Social Media that is woven by\n people themselves. Media won’t be controlled by any single person but", "property. Under Sharism, you can keep ownership, if you want. But I like\n to share. And this is how I choose to spread ideas, and prosperity", "Sharism in our closed culture.\nLocal Practice, Global Gain\nIf you happened to lose your Sharism in a bad educational or cultural", "you can use it to toy with the mind-switches of Sharism. By checking a\n box we can choose to share or not to share. From my observations, I have", "Representative democracy will become more timely and diligent, because\n we will represent ourselves within the system.\nSharism will result in better social justice. In a healthy sharing", "in the plans of future-oriented cultural initiatives. Sharism is also a\n mental practice that anyone can try, a social-psychological attitude to\n transform a wide and isolated world into a super-smart Social Brain.", "The Neuron Doctrine\nSharism is encoded in the Human Genome. Although eclipsed by the many\n pragmatisms of daily life, the theory of Sharism finds basis in", "setting, it’s hard to get it back. But it’s not impossible. A\n persistence of practice can lead to a full recovery. You can think of\n Sharism as a spiritual practice. But you must practice everyday.", "People generally like to share what they create, but in a culture that\n tells them to be protective of their ideas, people start to believe in\n the danger of sharing. Then Sharism will be degraded in their mind and", "Sharism: A Mind Revolution\nWith the People of the World Wide Web communicating more fully and\n freely in Social Media while rallying a Web 2.0 content boom, the inner", "everyone. You yourself can be both producer and consumer in such a\n system.\nSharism Safeguards Your Rights\nStill, many questions will be raised about Sharism as an initiative in", "not encouraged in their society. But if we can encourage someone to\n share, her sharing paths will stay open. Sharism will be kept in her\n mind as a memory and an instinct. If in the future she faces a creative", "but you can amplify it with new technologies. Enlist some people from\n your network and invite them into a new social application. At first it\n might be hard to feel the gains of Sharism. The true test then is to see", "easier to re-share those works in new online ecosystems.\nThe Spirit of the Web, a Social Brain\nSharism is the Spirit of the Age of Web 2.0. It has the consistency of a", "naturalized Epistemology and modernized Axiology, but also promises the\n power of a new Internet philosophy. Sharism will transform the world\n into an emergent Social Brain: a networked hybrid of people and", "more sociable, and society more individual. We no longer have to act\n alone.\nEmergent democracy will only happen when Sharism becomes the literacy of" ], [ "such a simple logic can be iterated and amplified, since all neurons\n work on a similar principle of connecting and sharing. Originally, the\n brain is quite open. A neural network exists to share activity and", "neuroscience and its study of the working model of the human brain.\n Although we can’t entirely say how the brain works as a whole, we do\n have a model of the functional mechanism of the nervous system and its", "synapses between cells, can process information, and learn. A neuron, by\n sharing chemical signals with its neighbors, can be integrated into more\n meaningful patterns that keep the neuron active and alive. Moreover,", "neurons. A neuron is not a simple organic cell, but a very powerful,\n electrically excitable biological processor. Groups of neurons form\n vastly interconnected networks, which, by changing the strength of the", "information, and I believe this model of the brain should inspire ideas\n and decisions about human networks.\nThus, our brain supports sharing in its very system-nature. This has", "micro-attitudes, from neuron to neuron and person to person, can result\n in observable behavior. It is easy to tell if a person, a group, a", "choice, her choice will be, “Share.”\nThese mind-switches are too subtle to be felt. But since the brain, and\n society, is a connected system, the accumulation of these", "The Neuron Doctrine\nSharism is encoded in the Human Genome. Although eclipsed by the many\n pragmatisms of daily life, the theory of Sharism finds basis in", "social neurons are, the better the sharing environment will be for all\n people. The more collective our intelligence, the wiser our actions will\n be. People have always found better solutions through conversations. Now", "software. We are Networked Neurons connected by the synapses of Social\n Software.\nThis is an evolutionary leap, a small step for us and a giant one for", "of addiction. It’s an impulse to share. It’s the energy of the memes\n that want to be passed from mouth to mouth and mind to mind. It’s more", "is even more apparent. The future world will be a hybrid of human and\n machine that will generate better and faster decisions anytime,\n anywhere. The flow of information between minds will become more", "you can use it to toy with the mind-switches of Sharism. By checking a\n box we can choose to share or not to share. From my observations, I have", "in the plans of future-oriented cultural initiatives. Sharism is also a\n mental practice that anyone can try, a social-psychological attitude to\n transform a wide and isolated world into a super-smart Social Brain.", "profound implications for the creative process. Whenever you have an\n intention to create, you will find it easier to generate more creative\n ideas if you keep the sharing process firmly in mind. The", "idea-forming-process is not linear, but more like an avalanche of\n amplifications along the thinking path. It moves with the momentum of a\n creative snowball. If your internal cognitive system encourages sharing,", "naturalized Epistemology and modernized Axiology, but also promises the\n power of a new Internet philosophy. Sharism will transform the world\n into an emergent Social Brain: a networked hybrid of people and", "connect to each other with RSS, hyperlinks, comments, trackbacks and\n quotes. The small-scale granularity of the content can fill discrete\n gaps in experience and thus record a new human history. Once you become", "you can engineer a feedback loop of happiness, which will help you\n generate even more ideas in return. It’s a kind of butterfly- effect, as\n the small creative energy you spend will eventually return to make you,", "human society. With new “hairy” emergent technologies sprouting all\n around us, we can generate higher connectivities and increase the\n throughput of our social links. The more open and strongly connected we" ], [ "not encouraged in their society. But if we can encourage someone to\n share, her sharing paths will stay open. Sharism will be kept in her\n mind as a memory and an instinct. If in the future she faces a creative", "People generally like to share what they create, but in a culture that\n tells them to be protective of their ideas, people start to believe in\n the danger of sharing. Then Sharism will be degraded in their mind and", "potential gains of sharing. This lost knowledge is a black hole in our\n life, which may start to swallow other values as well.\nNon-sharing culture misleads us with its absolute separation of Private", "you can use it to toy with the mind-switches of Sharism. By checking a\n box we can choose to share or not to share. From my observations, I have", "of Practice) or problem-solving context. It is also an antidote to\n social depression, since sharelessness is just dragging our society\n down. In present or formerly totalitarian countries, this downward cycle", "and the world, more creative.\nHowever, daily decisions for most adults are quite low in creative\n productivity, if only because they’ve switched off their sharing paths.", "choice, her choice will be, “Share.”\nThese mind-switches are too subtle to be felt. But since the brain, and\n society, is a connected system, the accumulation of these", "if you can keep track of the feedback that you get from sharing. You\n will realize that almost all sharing activities will generate positive\n results. The happiness that this will obtain is only the most immediate", "creative space, concerns about privacy make this gap hard to fill. We\n shouldn’t be surprised that, to be safe, most people keep their sharing\n private and stay “closed.” They may fear the Internet creates a", "are just excuses for the status quo of keeping a community closed. Much\n of their “culture” will be protected, but the net result is the direct\n loss of many other precious ideas, and the subsequent loss of all the", "sharing nature and forced them to give up their rights, and their\n property. Socialism, that tender Communism, in our experience also\n lacked respect for these rights. Under these systems, the state owns all", "I want to point out that Sharism is not Communism, nor Socialism. As for\n those die- hard Communists we know, they have often abused people’s", "information, and I believe this model of the brain should inspire ideas\n and decisions about human networks.\nThus, our brain supports sharing in its very system-nature. This has", "Otherwise, you might lose the power of sharing. Permanently.\nYou might need something to spur you on, to keep you from quitting and", "potential for abuse that they can’t fight alone. However, the paradox\n is: The less you share, the less power you have.\nNew Technologies and the Rise of Sharism", "The more people who create in the spirit of Sharism, the easier it will\n be to attain well- balanced and equitable Social Media that is woven by\n people themselves. Media won’t be controlled by any single person but", "property. Under Sharism, you can keep ownership, if you want. But I like\n to share. And this is how I choose to spread ideas, and prosperity", "social neurons are, the better the sharing environment will be for all\n people. The more collective our intelligence, the wiser our actions will\n be. People have always found better solutions through conversations. Now", "than just E-mail. It’s Sharism.\nBloggers are always keen to keep the social context of their posts in\n mind, by asking themselves, “Who is going to see this?” Bloggers are", "not only for you, but for the whole of society. If you so choose, you\n may allow others to create derivative works from what you share. This\n one choice could easily snowball into more creations along the sharing" ], [ "potential gains of sharing. This lost knowledge is a black hole in our\n life, which may start to swallow other values as well.\nNon-sharing culture misleads us with its absolute separation of Private", "are just excuses for the status quo of keeping a community closed. Much\n of their “culture” will be protected, but the net result is the direct\n loss of many other precious ideas, and the subsequent loss of all the", "not encouraged in their society. But if we can encourage someone to\n share, her sharing paths will stay open. Sharism will be kept in her\n mind as a memory and an instinct. If in the future she faces a creative", "of Practice) or problem-solving context. It is also an antidote to\n social depression, since sharelessness is just dragging our society\n down. In present or formerly totalitarian countries, this downward cycle", "People generally like to share what they create, but in a culture that\n tells them to be protective of their ideas, people start to believe in\n the danger of sharing. Then Sharism will be degraded in their mind and", "Sharism in our closed culture.\nLocal Practice, Global Gain\nIf you happened to lose your Sharism in a bad educational or cultural", "potential for abuse that they can’t fight alone. However, the paradox\n is: The less you share, the less power you have.\nNew Technologies and the Rise of Sharism", "creative space, concerns about privacy make this gap hard to fill. We\n shouldn’t be surprised that, to be safe, most people keep their sharing\n private and stay “closed.” They may fear the Internet creates a", "you can use it to toy with the mind-switches of Sharism. By checking a\n box we can choose to share or not to share. From my observations, I have", "returning to a closed mindset. Here’s an idea: put a sticky note on your\n desk that says, “What do you want to share today?” I’m not kidding.", "property. Under Sharism, you can keep ownership, if you want. But I like\n to share. And this is how I choose to spread ideas, and prosperity", "Otherwise, you might lose the power of sharing. Permanently.\nYou might need something to spur you on, to keep you from quitting and", "may remain a distant dream, and even a well-defined public sharing\n policy might not be close at hand. But the ideas that I’m discussing can\n improve governments today. We can integrate our current and emerging", "information, and I believe this model of the brain should inspire ideas\n and decisions about human networks.\nThus, our brain supports sharing in its very system-nature. This has", "company, a nation is oriented toward Sharism or not. For those who are\n not, what they defend as “cultural goods” and “intellectual property”", "sharing nature and forced them to give up their rights, and their\n property. Socialism, that tender Communism, in our experience also\n lacked respect for these rights. Under these systems, the state owns all", "The more people who create in the spirit of Sharism, the easier it will\n be to attain well- balanced and equitable Social Media that is woven by\n people themselves. Media won’t be controlled by any single person but", "choice, her choice will be, “Share.”\nThese mind-switches are too subtle to be felt. But since the brain, and\n society, is a connected system, the accumulation of these", "excitement. The second reward is access to all the other stuff being\n shared by friends in your network. Since you know and trust them, you\n will be that much more interested in what they have to share. Already,", "and the world, more creative.\nHowever, daily decisions for most adults are quite low in creative\n productivity, if only because they’ve switched off their sharing paths." ], [ "of Practice) or problem-solving context. It is also an antidote to\n social depression, since sharelessness is just dragging our society\n down. In present or formerly totalitarian countries, this downward cycle", "not encouraged in their society. But if we can encourage someone to\n share, her sharing paths will stay open. Sharism will be kept in her\n mind as a memory and an instinct. If in the future she faces a creative", "sharing nature and forced them to give up their rights, and their\n property. Socialism, that tender Communism, in our experience also\n lacked respect for these rights. Under these systems, the state owns all", "The more people who create in the spirit of Sharism, the easier it will\n be to attain well- balanced and equitable Social Media that is woven by\n people themselves. Media won’t be controlled by any single person but", "property. Under Sharism, you can keep ownership, if you want. But I like\n to share. And this is how I choose to spread ideas, and prosperity", "choice, her choice will be, “Share.”\nThese mind-switches are too subtle to be felt. But since the brain, and\n society, is a connected system, the accumulation of these", "People generally like to share what they create, but in a culture that\n tells them to be protective of their ideas, people start to believe in\n the danger of sharing. Then Sharism will be degraded in their mind and", "everyone. You yourself can be both producer and consumer in such a\n system.\nSharism Safeguards Your Rights\nStill, many questions will be raised about Sharism as an initiative in", "more sociable, and society more individual. We no longer have to act\n alone.\nEmergent democracy will only happen when Sharism becomes the literacy of", "I want to point out that Sharism is not Communism, nor Socialism. As for\n those die- hard Communists we know, they have often abused people’s", "you can use it to toy with the mind-switches of Sharism. By checking a\n box we can choose to share or not to share. From my observations, I have", "Representative democracy will become more timely and diligent, because\n we will represent ourselves within the system.\nSharism will result in better social justice. In a healthy sharing", "potential for abuse that they can’t fight alone. However, the paradox\n is: The less you share, the less power you have.\nNew Technologies and the Rise of Sharism", "potential gains of sharing. This lost knowledge is a black hole in our\n life, which may start to swallow other values as well.\nNon-sharing culture misleads us with its absolute separation of Private", "if you can keep track of the feedback that you get from sharing. You\n will realize that almost all sharing activities will generate positive\n results. The happiness that this will obtain is only the most immediate", "of a vast and equitable sharing environment can be the gatekeeper of our\n rights, and a government watchdog. In the future, policymaking can be\n made more nuanced with the micro-involvement of the sharing community.", "are just excuses for the status quo of keeping a community closed. Much\n of their “culture” will be protected, but the net result is the direct\n loss of many other precious ideas, and the subsequent loss of all the", "Sharism. Sharism suggests a re-orientation of personal values. We see it\n in User Generated Content. It is the pledge of Creative Commons. It is", "not only for you, but for the whole of society. If you so choose, you\n may allow others to create derivative works from what you share. This\n one choice could easily snowball into more creations along the sharing", "social neurons are, the better the sharing environment will be for all\n people. The more collective our intelligence, the wiser our actions will\n be. People have always found better solutions through conversations. Now" ], [ "I want to point out that Sharism is not Communism, nor Socialism. As for\n those die- hard Communists we know, they have often abused people’s", "property. Under Sharism, you can keep ownership, if you want. But I like\n to share. And this is how I choose to spread ideas, and prosperity", "Sharism. Sharism suggests a re-orientation of personal values. We see it\n in User Generated Content. It is the pledge of Creative Commons. It is", "fast as a mouse-click. You should get to know the Sharism-You. You’re\n about to become popular, and fast\nThis brings us to the fourth and final type of return. It has a meaning", "The more people who create in the spirit of Sharism, the easier it will\n be to attain well- balanced and equitable Social Media that is woven by\n people themselves. Media won’t be controlled by any single person but", "everyone. You yourself can be both producer and consumer in such a\n system.\nSharism Safeguards Your Rights\nStill, many questions will be raised about Sharism as an initiative in", "Sharism is totally based on your own consensus. It’s not a very hard\n concept to understand, especially since copyleft movements like the Free\n Software Foundation and Creative Commons have been around for years.", "Representative democracy will become more timely and diligent, because\n we will represent ourselves within the system.\nSharism will result in better social justice. In a healthy sharing", "but you can amplify it with new technologies. Enlist some people from\n your network and invite them into a new social application. At first it\n might be hard to feel the gains of Sharism. The true test then is to see", "Sharism in our closed culture.\nLocal Practice, Global Gain\nIf you happened to lose your Sharism in a bad educational or cultural", "the majority. Since Sharism can improve communication, collaboration and\n mutual understanding, I believe it has a place within the educational\n system. Sharism can be applied to any cultural discourse, CoP (Community", "in the plans of future-oriented cultural initiatives. Sharism is also a\n mental practice that anyone can try, a social-psychological attitude to\n transform a wide and isolated world into a super-smart Social Brain.", "setting, it’s hard to get it back. But it’s not impossible. A\n persistence of practice can lead to a full recovery. You can think of\n Sharism as a spiritual practice. But you must practice everyday.", "Sharism: A Mind Revolution\nWith the People of the World Wide Web communicating more fully and\n freely in Social Media while rallying a Web 2.0 content boom, the inner", "you can use it to toy with the mind-switches of Sharism. By checking a\n box we can choose to share or not to share. From my observations, I have", "naturalized Epistemology and modernized Axiology, but also promises the\n power of a new Internet philosophy. Sharism will transform the world\n into an emergent Social Brain: a networked hybrid of people and", "not encouraged in their society. But if we can encourage someone to\n share, her sharing paths will stay open. Sharism will be kept in her\n mind as a memory and an instinct. If in the future she faces a creative", "more sociable, and society more individual. We no longer have to act\n alone.\nEmergent democracy will only happen when Sharism becomes the literacy of", "People generally like to share what they create, but in a culture that\n tells them to be protective of their ideas, people start to believe in\n the danger of sharing. Then Sharism will be degraded in their mind and", "easier to re-share those works in new online ecosystems.\nThe Spirit of the Web, a Social Brain\nSharism is the Spirit of the Age of Web 2.0. It has the consistency of a" ], [ "I want to point out that Sharism is not Communism, nor Socialism. As for\n those die- hard Communists we know, they have often abused people’s", "Sharism. Sharism suggests a re-orientation of personal values. We see it\n in User Generated Content. It is the pledge of Creative Commons. It is", "The more people who create in the spirit of Sharism, the easier it will\n be to attain well- balanced and equitable Social Media that is woven by\n people themselves. Media won’t be controlled by any single person but", "the majority. Since Sharism can improve communication, collaboration and\n mutual understanding, I believe it has a place within the educational\n system. Sharism can be applied to any cultural discourse, CoP (Community", "Sharism is totally based on your own consensus. It’s not a very hard\n concept to understand, especially since copyleft movements like the Free\n Software Foundation and Creative Commons have been around for years.", "property. Under Sharism, you can keep ownership, if you want. But I like\n to share. And this is how I choose to spread ideas, and prosperity", "Sharism: A Mind Revolution\nWith the People of the World Wide Web communicating more fully and\n freely in Social Media while rallying a Web 2.0 content boom, the inner", "you can use it to toy with the mind-switches of Sharism. By checking a\n box we can choose to share or not to share. From my observations, I have", "but you can amplify it with new technologies. Enlist some people from\n your network and invite them into a new social application. At first it\n might be hard to feel the gains of Sharism. The true test then is to see", "everyone. You yourself can be both producer and consumer in such a\n system.\nSharism Safeguards Your Rights\nStill, many questions will be raised about Sharism as an initiative in", "in the plans of future-oriented cultural initiatives. 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[ "What does the gold band that Ro put on Na's wrist mean for them?", "Who or what is an Oan?", "What is the Oans' unusual advantage? ", "Why is Grimm annoyed that Charlotte slept beside Carlson?", "In what sense does Ro relate to the white young men?", "What is NOT a difference between the red people and the humans?", "Why did Ro change his mind about the people on Mars being backwards?", "Who is the man with the silver hair?", "What was most likely the strongest motivator for humans to develop telepathy?", "What became of Ro's mother?" ]

[ [ "They are engaged. ", "They are combat mates. ", "They are married. ", "They are dating. " ], [ "The name of the human's fire weapons. ", "The name of the red people. ", "The name of the human's ship. ", "The name of the rat people. " ], [ "They have the human's fire weapons. ", "They emit flames. ", "The strength of their arms. ", "Their eyes cut the night. " ], [ "Because he is Charlotte's friend and he doesn't think that Carlson is good enough for her. ", "Because he is Charlotte's father and does not approve of the relationship. ", "Because he is the leader of the expedition and doesn't want his crew to get distracted with romance. ", "Because he is in love with Charlotte and is jealous of the affection between her and Carlson. " ], [ "In their difficulty understanding signals that women send them. ", "In their eagerness to enter into combat situations. ", "In their need to establish themselves as the more dominant male through physical prowess. ", "In their attachment to and rivalry over women. " ], [ "their typical mode of communication", "the importance of tracking time", "the dynamic between males and females", "their marriage ceremony" ], [ "Because he realized that despite human's technological advancements, they have over-complicated marriage. ", "Because he realized that while the humans are physically vulnerable without their weapons, the red people have formidable strength in their arms. ", "Because he realized that human males suppress public affection when they are intimidated by other males, whereas male Martians don't hide their affection. ", "Because he realized that male humans were petty and even brute when it came to rivalry over women, whereas male Martians were much more civilized. " ], [ "Carlson", "Ro", "Grimm", "the professor in charge of the expedition" ], [ "Telepathy takes less concentration than speaking aloud. ", "Telepathy is ideal for keeping sensitive information secret, since it cannot be accidentally overheard. ", "Telepathy enables communication across language barriers. ", "Telepathy eliminates the misunderstanding that comes with words. " ], [ "She is hiding from the Oan in the cliffs. ", "She was killed by the Oan. ", "She was taken hostage by the Oan. ", "The text doesn't tell us what happened to Ro's mother. " ] ]

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[ [ "He took a pouch from his waist and shook out a gold arm band. This he\n clasped on Na's wrist.", "\"You're home,\" breathed Na.\n\n\n \"I have traveled far to the north,\" answered Ro simply, \"and seen many\n things. And now I have returned for you.\"", "Ro looked at Na for a long moment before they parted. He grew very\n proud of what he saw. There was no fear in her eyes. Her small chin was\n firm.", "Ro fell silent. He walked to the mouth of the cave and stared out. When\n he turned back to the others, his attention was centered on Na.", "Ro slipped his arm about Na's shoulder and drew her closer. With their\n heads together they slept.", "Na smiled. Ro was angry, but anger did not make him blind. He would\n make a good mate.", "\"All men will know now that you are the mate of Ro,\" he whispered. And\n he kissed her, as was the custom of his tribe when a man took a wife.", "For a long moment Ro studied the approaching creatures. Then he gasped\n in surprise. The pursued was a young woman, a woman he knew. Na! The", "eyes were wet with gladness. Warm tears ran down Ro's arm.\nFinally Na lifted her beautiful head. She looked timidly at Ro, her", "Time passed quickly. To Ro, it seemed that his fingers were all thumbs.\n His breathing was heavy as he struggled with the knots. But finally the\n golden-haired girl was free.", "Na was just opening her eyes. She stared around her fearfully, then\n smiled as she recognized Ro. The young Martian breathed a sigh of\n relief.", "With hardly a glance at his fallen foe, Ro ran on to meet the girl. She\n fell into his arms and pressed her cheek to his bare shoulder. Her dark", "\"We leave you here,\" said Ro to the professor. \"Na will lead you to the\n sphere. She will remain hidden until you have circled away from her.\n Then she will reveal herself.\"", "\"He had no chance to fight,\" Na answered. \"Two of your brothers died\n with him on that first morning.\"\nRo squared his shoulders and set his jaw. He wiped a hint of tears from\n his eyes.", "\"We journey out of the valley and around the face of the cliffs,\" Ro\n told them. \"After a short while, we will meet Na.\"\n\n\n \"Who is Na?\" asked the girl.", "Ro gathered the girl in his arms. He spoke softly to her to help her\n forget.\nWhen she had recovered from her shock, the small group traveled on. Ro", "\"She is the one I have chosen for my mate,\" Ro answered.\n\n\n The white girl was silent. They traveled quite a distance without\n communicating. Each was busy with his own thoughts.", "pure white. They were handsome, Ro thought, in a barbaric sort of way.\n One was lean and determined, the other, equally determined, but stouter\n and less impressive. Ro then centered his attention on the girl. Her", "air that would give it life. But Ro's hands were bands of steel,\n tightening, ever tightening their deadly grip.", "He turned away from the valley to study Na. She was very beautiful.\n Her dark eyes seemed to sparkle and her hair shone in the twilight. He\n understood why she had crept into his dreams." ], [ "The Oan squealed in terror and tried to swerve from his course. The\n fear of one who sees approaching death was in his movements and his\n cry. He had seen many Oan die because of the strength and accuracy in\n the red men's arms.", "Suddenly he halted. A dim figure approached. It was one of the Oan, a\n guard. He was coming straight at Ro. The young Martian shrank back.", "\"The Oan are cowards,\" Ro answered. \"They are brave only because they\n have your weapons. But now that you are free, you can make more of\n these sticks that shoot fire.\"\n\n\n Grimm laughed.", "You refuse to help me avenge my people because you are more of a coward\n than the Oan.\"", "\"And the white ones, as well. They probably keep them alive to repair\n the weapons if they become useless. But when I have slain a few Oan, I", "There were no fires, for the Oan were more beast than man and feared\n flame; but Ro could make out four prone figures. They appeared to", "dimly outlined in the shadows, as Na had said. A distance away, in\n another clearing, he could see many Oan, flitting ghost-like from place\n to place.", "The Oan was only a few feet away now, but his eyes were not cutting\n the night. Ro could see his large ears, hear his twitching tail. In a\n moment the beast would stumble over him.", "\"I looked into the valley and saw hundreds of Oan. They had captured\n our friends in the night and were using their weapons to attack us.", "\"Perhaps the attraction you seem to hold for the Oan can be put to\n good use,\" he said aloud. \"The sphere is a distance away from the Oan", "\"They must have been great things you saw,\" Na coaxed.\n\n\n \"Yes, great and many. But that tale can wait. Tell me first how you\n came to be playing tag with the Oan.\"", "Feeling his way cautiously, he moved toward the camp. He could sense\n the presence of many Oan close by. The hair at the base of his neck", "\"What of my father?\" he asked hopefully. \"He was a great warrior.\n Surely he didn't fall to the Oan?\"", "The Oan saw him coming and straightened, allowing the girl to fall. He\n set his twisted legs and bared his fangs. The fur on his back stood out", "Na lowered her eyes.\n\n\n \"I was caught in the forest below the cliffs. The Oan spied me and I\n ran. The chase was long and tiring. I was almost ready to drop when you\n appeared.\"", "mouth; furry face and twitching tail. The Oan, however, was too intent\n on his prey to notice Ro at first, and when he did, it was too late.", "When they had detailed their plan, the party left the cave. Ro led them\n into the thickest part of the forest and toward the Oan camp.", "In his left hand and under his armpit Ro carried stones. They were of a\n good weight and would make short work of any Oan who was foolish enough\n to cross his path.", "\"This is no time for fighting,\" he said. \"When the Oan are defeated you\n can kill each other. But not until then.\"\n\n\n Grimm brushed himself off as he got to his feet", "cracked the Oan's skull like an eggshell. Ro caught the body as it\n fell, lowered it noiselessly to the ground." ], [ "\"And the white ones, as well. They probably keep them alive to repair\n the weapons if they become useless. But when I have slain a few Oan, I", "\"The Oan are cowards,\" Ro answered. \"They are brave only because they\n have your weapons. But now that you are free, you can make more of\n these sticks that shoot fire.\"\n\n\n Grimm laughed.", "The Oan squealed in terror and tried to swerve from his course. The\n fear of one who sees approaching death was in his movements and his\n cry. He had seen many Oan die because of the strength and accuracy in\n the red men's arms.", "There were no fires, for the Oan were more beast than man and feared\n flame; but Ro could make out four prone figures. They appeared to", "You refuse to help me avenge my people because you are more of a coward\n than the Oan.\"", "\"Perhaps the attraction you seem to hold for the Oan can be put to\n good use,\" he said aloud. \"The sphere is a distance away from the Oan", "\"I looked into the valley and saw hundreds of Oan. They had captured\n our friends in the night and were using their weapons to attack us.", "In his left hand and under his armpit Ro carried stones. They were of a\n good weight and would make short work of any Oan who was foolish enough\n to cross his path.", "\"They must have been great things you saw,\" Na coaxed.\n\n\n \"Yes, great and many. But that tale can wait. Tell me first how you\n came to be playing tag with the Oan.\"", "The Oan was only a few feet away now, but his eyes were not cutting\n the night. Ro could see his large ears, hear his twitching tail. In a\n moment the beast would stumble over him.", "The Oan saw him coming and straightened, allowing the girl to fall. He\n set his twisted legs and bared his fangs. The fur on his back stood out", "\"Tell me,\" he asked suddenly, \"where is this strange place you come\n from? And how is it that you can speak and cause others to speak with\n their minds?\"\n\n\n It was the old man who answered.", "Feeling his way cautiously, he moved toward the camp. He could sense\n the presence of many Oan close by. The hair at the base of his neck", "Suddenly he halted. A dim figure approached. It was one of the Oan, a\n guard. He was coming straight at Ro. The young Martian shrank back.", "over the narrowest part of the valley. If all went well, the Oan would\n be trapped. They would die under a hailstorm of rock.", "Ignoring the Oan's slashing teeth, the young Martian pounded heavy\n fists into his soft stomach. Suddenly shifting his attack, Ro wrapped\n his legs around the rat man's waist. His hands caught a furry throat\n and tightened.", "\"They came from a place called Earth, they said. And they came in\n peace. Our men found they could think very hard and answer back with\n their own thoughts. And there was much talk and happiness, for friendly\n visitors were always welcome.", "dimly outlined in the shadows, as Na had said. A distance away, in\n another clearing, he could see many Oan, flitting ghost-like from place\n to place.", "\"This is no time for fighting,\" he said. \"When the Oan are defeated you\n can kill each other. But not until then.\"\n\n\n Grimm brushed himself off as he got to his feet", "When they had detailed their plan, the party left the cave. Ro led them\n into the thickest part of the forest and toward the Oan camp." ], [ "The others in the cave awakened. Ro noticed that Charlotte had slept\n beside Carlson, but moved away shyly now that it was daylight. He\n noticed, too, that Grimm was seeing the same thing and seemed annoyed.", "\"You would have liked a more tender goodbye with Charlotte,\" Ro said to\n Carlson as they worked. \"Was it fear of Grimm that prevented it?\"", "\"Why me?\" Grimm demanded. \"Why not Carlson? Or are you saving him for\n your daughter?\"\nCarlson grabbed Grimm by the shoulder and spun him around. He drove a\n hard fist into the stout man's face.", "\"It might work at that. Grimm can go with you. Carlson and Charlotte\n will go with me.\"", "He turned to Carlson. The young Earthman was looking at Charlotte in\n much the same way.", "Gritting his teeth, Carlson charged at Grimm. But Ro moved more\n swiftly. He caught the white man and forced him back.", "Grimm stumbled backward. He fell at the cave's entrance. His hand,\n sprawled behind him to stop his fall, closed over a rock. He flung it\n at Carlson from a sitting position. It caught Carlson in the shoulder.", "senseless, besides. Charlotte and I are planning to be married when we\n return to America. It's not as though Grimm was still in the running.", "\"I'll go with you,\" he said. \"Grimm can go with Charlotte and the\n professor.\"", "Carlson straightened. He weighed Ro's words before answering. Finally\n he said, \"I didn't want to make trouble. It was a bad time, and", "He repeated his plan to the others.\n\n\n \"But they'll kill her,\" gasped Charlotte.", "\"He's lying,\" said Ro with his thoughts.\n\n\n \"Tell him I'm speaking the truth, professor,\" said Grimm aloud.", "\"Okay,\" he sneered. \"I'll go with the red man. But when we meet again,\n it will be a different story.\"\n\n\n Carlson turned to Ro.", "Grimm climbed to his feet and backed away. Ro advanced on him, his\n fists clenched.\n\n\n The old man also rose. He placed a restraining hand on Ro's arm.", "The professor repeated Grimm's words with his thoughts. \"It would be\n impossible to make new guns here,\" he said. \"But there is another way.\n I have thought about it all night.\"\n\n\n Ro turned quickly.", "Carlson seemed to come out of a trance. He swung around to trail Ro up\n the sloping part of the mountain. They climbed in silence.", "\"You're lying,\" he shouted aloud, forgetting that the white man\n couldn't understand his words. \"You're lying because you are afraid.", "cliffs, waiting to pelt them with stones. Carlson or Grimm can be with\n me to roll an avalanche of rocks on their heads.", "\"I was coming down the side of the mountain,\" she said. \"I saw him\n standing at the foot. The shadows were deceiving. I thought it was you.\n It wasn't until too late that I discovered my mistake.\"", "When they were ready, Ro signaled the four white people to follow him.\n They rose quietly and trailed him into the woods. The girl whispered\n something to one of the men. Ro turned and glared at her through the\n shadows." ], [ "Ro smiled. These young white men were no different than Martians where\n a girl was concerned.\n\n\n When they had finished breakfast, they sat around the floor of the cave\n and spoke.", "pure white. They were handsome, Ro thought, in a barbaric sort of way.\n One was lean and determined, the other, equally determined, but stouter\n and less impressive. Ro then centered his attention on the girl. Her", "When they were ready, Ro signaled the four white people to follow him.\n They rose quietly and trailed him into the woods. The girl whispered\n something to one of the men. Ro turned and glared at her through the\n shadows.", "\"But there are only six of us,\" one of the white men protested. \"There\n are hundreds of the beasts. We wouldn't have a chance.\"\n\n\n Ro smiled.", "\"Then there will be more to kill,\" answered Ro without turning.\n\n\n \"They have the weapons of the white ones.\"", "For a long moment Ro studied the approaching creatures. Then he gasped\n in surprise. The pursued was a young woman, a woman he knew. Na! The", "\"She is the one I have chosen for my mate,\" Ro answered.\n\n\n The white girl was silent. They traveled quite a distance without\n communicating. Each was busy with his own thoughts.", "Ro was silent then. In a short time it would be dark enough to go down\n into the valley. When he had rescued the white ones, he would learn\n more about them.", "Gritting his teeth, Carlson charged at Grimm. But Ro moved more\n swiftly. He caught the white man and forced him back.", "words. The white men spoke with their thoughts.", "The progress they made was slow, but gradually the distance between\n them and Oan camp grew. Ro increased his pace when silence was no\n longer necessary. The four white people stumbled ahead more quickly.", "\"All men will know now that you are the mate of Ro,\" he whispered. And\n he kissed her, as was the custom of his tribe when a man took a wife.", "Ro gathered the girl in his arms. He spoke softly to her to help her\n forget.\nWhen she had recovered from her shock, the small group traveled on. Ro", "With hardly a glance at his fallen foe, Ro ran on to meet the girl. She\n fell into his arms and pressed her cheek to his bare shoulder. Her dark", "stones. Then the white men spoke; but their tongue was strange, and our\n men signaled that they could not understand. The white men smiled, and\n a great miracle took place. Suddenly to our minds came pictures and", "Like a phantom, Ro arose from his crouch. The rat man was startled,\n frozen with fear. Ro drove his right arm around. The stone in his hand", "Ro fell silent. He walked to the mouth of the cave and stared out. When\n he turned back to the others, his attention was centered on Na.", "\"Okay,\" he sneered. \"I'll go with the red man. But when we meet again,\n it will be a different story.\"\n\n\n Carlson turned to Ro.", "\"They were strange men indeed; white as the foam on water, and clothed\n in strange garb from the neck down, even to coverings on their feet.", "He sat in a corner of the cave and leaned back against the wall. His\n eyes were half shut and he pretended to doze. Actually he was studying\n the white ones." ], [ "The Oan squealed in terror and tried to swerve from his course. The\n fear of one who sees approaching death was in his movements and his\n cry. He had seen many Oan die because of the strength and accuracy in\n the red men's arms.", "and with the dawn we left our caves to rejoin our new friends. But\n everywhere a red man showed himself, he cried out and died by the\n flame from the white men's weapons.", "The man with the silver hair seemed very old and weak, but very wise.\n The other men had hair as black as any Martian's, but their skin was", "stones. Then the white men spoke; but their tongue was strange, and our\n men signaled that they could not understand. The white men smiled, and\n a great miracle took place. Suddenly to our minds came pictures and", "\"Many weeks ago a great noise came out of the sky. We ran to the mouths\n of our caves and looked out, and saw a great sphere of shining metal\n landing in the valley below. Many colored fire spat from one end of it.", "pure white. They were handsome, Ro thought, in a barbaric sort of way.\n One was lean and determined, the other, equally determined, but stouter\n and less impressive. Ro then centered his attention on the girl. Her", "There were no fires, for the Oan were more beast than man and feared\n flame; but Ro could make out four prone figures. They appeared to", "\"Then there will be more to kill,\" answered Ro without turning.\n\n\n \"They have the weapons of the white ones.\"", "their veins. And Ro had seen the bones of luckless men vomited from the\n mouths of the Droo, the cannibal plants. And others there had been,", "\"Okay,\" he sneered. \"I'll go with the red man. But when we meet again,\n it will be a different story.\"\n\n\n Carlson turned to Ro.", "\"But there are only six of us,\" one of the white men protested. \"There\n are hundreds of the beasts. We wouldn't have a chance.\"\n\n\n Ro smiled.", "They made signs of peace—with one hand only, for they carried\n weapons of a sort in the other. And the men of our tribe made the\n same one-handed sign of peace, for they would not risk dropping their", "When they were ready, Ro signaled the four white people to follow him.\n They rose quietly and trailed him into the woods. The girl whispered\n something to one of the men. Ro turned and glared at her through the\n shadows.", "\"They came from a place called Earth, they said. And they came in\n peace. Our men found they could think very hard and answer back with\n their own thoughts. And there was much talk and happiness, for friendly\n visitors were always welcome.", "\"The Oan are cowards,\" Ro answered. \"They are brave only because they\n have your weapons. But now that you are free, you can make more of\n these sticks that shoot fire.\"\n\n\n Grimm laughed.", "Ro smiled. These young white men were no different than Martians where\n a girl was concerned.\n\n\n When they had finished breakfast, they sat around the floor of the cave\n and spoke.", "\"And the white ones, as well. They probably keep them alive to repair\n the weapons if they become useless. But when I have slain a few Oan, I", "Ro was returning from the north. He had seen the great villages of\n thatched huts, the strange people who lived in these huts instead of", "Ro sighed.\n\n\n \"I am afraid we are very backward here on Mars,\" he said wearily. \"I\n would like to learn more, but we must sleep now. Tomorrow will be a\n very busy day.\"", "\"You say they came from a place called Earth?\" Ro asked Na in wonder.\n\n\n \"They traveled through space in their 'ship,'\" Na answered. \"They\n called themselves an expedition.\"" ], [ "Ro sighed.\n\n\n \"I am afraid we are very backward here on Mars,\" he said wearily. \"I\n would like to learn more, but we must sleep now. Tomorrow will be a\n very busy day.\"", "Na was just opening her eyes. She stared around her fearfully, then\n smiled as she recognized Ro. The young Martian breathed a sigh of\n relief.", "Suddenly he halted. A dim figure approached. It was one of the Oan, a\n guard. He was coming straight at Ro. The young Martian shrank back.", "\"Last night I thought that we on Mars are backward. Now I'm not so\n sure. When we find our mates here, we take her. There is no one to", "Ro smiled. These young white men were no different than Martians where\n a girl was concerned.\n\n\n When they had finished breakfast, they sat around the floor of the cave\n and spoke.", "Ro was returning from the north. He had seen the great villages of\n thatched huts, the strange people who lived in these huts instead of", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nRo moved cautiously. He knew the jungles of Mars well, knew the", "\"We have nothing like that here,\" said Ro, still puzzled. \"But tell me,\n about this speaking with the mind. Perhaps I shall understand that.\"", "Ignoring the Oan's slashing teeth, the young Martian pounded heavy\n fists into his soft stomach. Suddenly shifting his attack, Ro wrapped\n his legs around the rat man's waist. His hands caught a furry throat\n and tightened.", "For a long moment Ro studied the approaching creatures. Then he gasped\n in surprise. The pursued was a young woman, a woman he knew. Na! The", "\"But there are only six of us,\" one of the white men protested. \"There\n are hundreds of the beasts. We wouldn't have a chance.\"\n\n\n Ro smiled.", "Ro fell silent. He walked to the mouth of the cave and stared out. When\n he turned back to the others, his attention was centered on Na.", "\"The Oan are cowards,\" Ro answered. \"They are brave only because they\n have your weapons. But now that you are free, you can make more of\n these sticks that shoot fire.\"\n\n\n Grimm laughed.", "The sun was setting when the two Martians reached the cliffs. Below\n them was the valley in which lay the metal sphere. Ro could see it", "Carlson straightened. He weighed Ro's words before answering. Finally\n he said, \"I didn't want to make trouble. It was a bad time, and", "Ro looked at Na for a long moment before they parted. He grew very\n proud of what he saw. There was no fear in her eyes. Her small chin was\n firm.", "\"Okay,\" he sneered. \"I'll go with the red man. But when we meet again,\n it will be a different story.\"\n\n\n Carlson turned to Ro.", "face a mask of respect. The young Martian tried to be stern in meeting\n her gaze, as was the custom among the men of his tribe when dealing\n with women; but he smiled instead.", "The man with the silver hair seemed very old and weak, but very wise.\n The other men had hair as black as any Martian's, but their skin was", "When they were ready, Ro signaled the four white people to follow him.\n They rose quietly and trailed him into the woods. The girl whispered\n something to one of the men. Ro turned and glared at her through the\n shadows." ], [ "The man with the silver hair seemed very old and weak, but very wise.\n The other men had hair as black as any Martian's, but their skin was", "\"There were two more white ones who came from the sphere. One was a\n woman with golden hair, and the other, a man of age, with hair like\n silver frost.", "Finally the man with the silver hair asked, \"Why did you risk your life\n to rescue us?\"\n\n\n \"With your help I will avenge the death of my father and brothers and\n the men of my tribe.\"", "\"Tell me,\" he asked suddenly, \"where is this strange place you come\n from? And how is it that you can speak and cause others to speak with\n their minds?\"\n\n\n It was the old man who answered.", "At great speed, he closed the gap between him and the approaching\n figures. He could see the rat man plainly now—his fanged, frothy", "be white blots in the dimness. One had long, golden hair, like spun\n sunbeams; another's head was covered with a thatch like a cap of snow\n on a mountain peak.", "The Oan saw him coming and straightened, allowing the girl to fall. He\n set his twisted legs and bared his fangs. The fur on his back stood out", "Then he gave a glad cry. Squinting ahead he saw an approaching figure.\n It was—His cry took on a note of alarm. The figure was bent low", "Like a phantom, Ro arose from his crouch. The rat man was startled,\n frozen with fear. Ro drove his right arm around. The stone in his hand", "Ro fell silent. He walked to the mouth of the cave and stared out. When\n he turned back to the others, his attention was centered on Na.", "\"They were strange men indeed; white as the foam on water, and clothed\n in strange garb from the neck down, even to coverings on their feet.", "When they were ready, Ro signaled the four white people to follow him.\n They rose quietly and trailed him into the woods. The girl whispered\n something to one of the men. Ro turned and glared at her through the\n shadows.", "Then, suddenly, he faltered in his stride. He stopped running and,\n shielding his eyes from the sun's glare, stared ahead. There was a\n figure running toward him. And behind that first figure, a second gave\n chase.", "His chest was scratched in a thousand places when he reached the far\n side, but he felt no pain. His heart was singing within him. His job\n was almost simple now. The difficult part was done.", "pure white. They were handsome, Ro thought, in a barbaric sort of way.\n One was lean and determined, the other, equally determined, but stouter\n and less impressive. Ro then centered his attention on the girl. Her", "He sat in a corner of the cave and leaned back against the wall. His\n eyes were half shut and he pretended to doze. Actually he was studying\n the white ones.", "Ahead of him, he saw a clearing. That would be his destination. On\n the far side he would find the white ones. He took the stone from his\n armpit and moved on.", "Mile after mile fell behind him. His long, well muscled legs carried\n him swiftly toward the distant hills. His movements were graceful,\n easy, as the loping of Shee, the great cat.", "For a long moment Ro studied the approaching creatures. Then he gasped\n in surprise. The pursued was a young woman, a woman he knew. Na! The", "Ro exclaimed his surprise, then his rage. His handsome face was grim as\n he searched the ground with his eyes. When he found what he sought—a" ], [ "\"It's simple telepathy. We have mastered the science on Earth. It takes\n study from childhood, but once you have mastered the art, it is quite", "simple to transmit or receive thoughts from anyone. A mere matter of\n concentration. We—who speak different tongues—understand each other\n because of action we have in mind as we speak. We want the other to", "\"They came from a place called Earth, they said. And they came in\n peace. Our men found they could think very hard and answer back with\n their own thoughts. And there was much talk and happiness, for friendly\n visitors were always welcome.", "\"Tell me,\" he asked suddenly, \"where is this strange place you come\n from? And how is it that you can speak and cause others to speak with\n their minds?\"\n\n\n It was the old man who answered.", "\"We have nothing like that here,\" said Ro, still puzzled. \"But tell me,\n about this speaking with the mind. Perhaps I shall understand that.\"", "Then his mind seemed to grow light, as though someone was sharing the\n weight of his brain. An urgent message to hurry—hurry reached him. It", "stones. Then the white men spoke; but their tongue was strange, and our\n men signaled that they could not understand. The white men smiled, and\n a great miracle took place. Suddenly to our minds came pictures and", "\"Many weeks ago a great noise came out of the sky. We ran to the mouths\n of our caves and looked out, and saw a great sphere of shining metal\n landing in the valley below. Many colored fire spat from one end of it.", "\"Be still,\" he thought. He remembered Na's words: '\nWe spoke with our\n thoughts.\n' \"Be still. I've come to free you.\" And then, because it\n seemed so futile, he whispered the words aloud.", "The Oan squealed in terror and tried to swerve from his course. The\n fear of one who sees approaching death was in his movements and his\n cry. He had seen many Oan die because of the strength and accuracy in\n the red men's arms.", "\"The space sphere. There are weapons on our ship that are greater\n than ray guns. With those we could defeat the rat men.\" The professor\n shrugged, turned away. \"But how could we get into the ship? It is too\n well guarded.\"", "walk, we think of the other walking. A picture is transmitted and\n understood. It is a message in a Universal language.\"", "Ro sighed.\n\n\n \"I am afraid we are very backward here on Mars,\" he said wearily. \"I\n would like to learn more, but we must sleep now. Tomorrow will be a\n very busy day.\"", "\"Last night I thought that we on Mars are backward. Now I'm not so\n sure. When we find our mates here, we take her. There is no one to", "\"Don't move when you are free,\" he warned the girl as he worked. \"I\n must release the others first. When all is ready I will give a signal\n with my thoughts and you will follow me.\"", "\"She is the one I have chosen for my mate,\" Ro answered.\n\n\n The white girl was silent. They traveled quite a distance without\n communicating. Each was busy with his own thoughts.", "Finally the man with the silver hair asked, \"Why did you risk your life\n to rescue us?\"\n\n\n \"With your help I will avenge the death of my father and brothers and\n the men of my tribe.\"", "\"The rat men have eyes to cut the night.\" It was a memory of his\n mother's voice. She had spoken those words when he was a child, to keep\n him from straying too far.", "His chest was scratched in a thousand places when he reached the far\n side, but he felt no pain. His heart was singing within him. His job\n was almost simple now. The difficult part was done.", "The man with the silver hair seemed very old and weak, but very wise.\n The other men had hair as black as any Martian's, but their skin was" ], [ "Ro looked at Na for a long moment before they parted. He grew very\n proud of what he saw. There was no fear in her eyes. Her small chin was\n firm.", "For a long moment Ro studied the approaching creatures. Then he gasped\n in surprise. The pursued was a young woman, a woman he knew. Na! The", "Ro fell silent. He walked to the mouth of the cave and stared out. When\n he turned back to the others, his attention was centered on Na.", "Ro gathered the girl in his arms. He spoke softly to her to help her\n forget.\nWhen she had recovered from her shock, the small group traveled on. Ro", "The darkness settled quickly. Soon Ro could barely make out the girl's\n features. It was time for him to leave.", "Ro groaned aloud as Na finished her tale. His homecoming was a meeting\n with tragedy, instead of a joyful occasion.", "Ro dismounted the limp body. His face wore a wildly triumphant\n expression. It changed as he remembered the girl. He ran to her side.", "Ro was returning from the north. He had seen the great villages of\n thatched huts, the strange people who lived in these huts instead of", "\"He had no chance to fight,\" Na answered. \"Two of your brothers died\n with him on that first morning.\"\nRo squared his shoulders and set his jaw. He wiped a hint of tears from\n his eyes.", "With hardly a glance at his fallen foe, Ro ran on to meet the girl. She\n fell into his arms and pressed her cheek to his bare shoulder. Her dark", "Ro was silent then. In a short time it would be dark enough to go down\n into the valley. When he had rescued the white ones, he would learn\n more about them.", "Carlson seemed to come out of a trance. He swung around to trail Ro up\n the sloping part of the mountain. They climbed in silence.", "When they were ready, Ro signaled the four white people to follow him.\n They rose quietly and trailed him into the woods. The girl whispered\n something to one of the men. Ro turned and glared at her through the\n shadows.", "cracked the Oan's skull like an eggshell. Ro caught the body as it\n fell, lowered it noiselessly to the ground.", "Ro slipped his arm about Na's shoulder and drew her closer. With their\n heads together they slept.", "The progress they made was slow, but gradually the distance between\n them and Oan camp grew. Ro increased his pace when silence was no\n longer necessary. The four white people stumbled ahead more quickly.", "\"She is the one I have chosen for my mate,\" Ro answered.\n\n\n The white girl was silent. They traveled quite a distance without\n communicating. Each was busy with his own thoughts.", "Time passed quickly. To Ro, it seemed that his fingers were all thumbs.\n His breathing was heavy as he struggled with the knots. But finally the\n golden-haired girl was free.", "Ro laughed.", "\"We leave you here,\" said Ro to the professor. \"Na will lead you to the\n sphere. She will remain hidden until you have circled away from her.\n Then she will reveal herself.\"" ] ]

[ "What is the best description of Korvin's job?", "Why did the Tr'en let Korvin go?", "What was Korvin's plan?", "The Tr'en's response to Korvin's behavior can best be categorized as:", "Why did Korvin have to word his questions to the guard carefully?", "How does Korvin feel about the laws on Earth?", "The chronology of Korvin's time with the Tr'en is:", "Why did the truth not make sense to the Tr'en?", "What were the topics of the Tr'en's questions to Korvin about Earth?", "What was the main reason Korvin did not try to escape earlier?" ]

[ [ "Land his ship on the Tr'en planet", "Ensure the Tr'en evolve in their thinking before they start interstellar travel", "Staying alive", "Obey the commands of the Ruler of the Tr'en" ], [ "He represented an unsolveable problem", "He would not tell the truth", "He disrespected the ruler", "He refused to answer questions" ], [ "Lie to the Tr'en", "Help the Tr'en understand democracy", "Confuse the Tr'en ", "Get the Tr'en to chase him" ], [ "fight", "flight", "freeze", "appease" ], [ "Because he wanted the guard to give him something to do", "Because otherwise he would be harmed", "Because he did not know the Tr'en language", "Because the Tr'en do not infer the situational meaning of a question" ], [ "They are all inconvenient", "They are in the best interest of the population as a whole", "They are all unfavorable", "He is forced to accept them" ], [ "capture, solitary imprisonment, lie detector, examinations, escape", "capture, examinations, solitary imprisonment, lie detector, escape", "capture, solitary imprisonment, lie detector, solitary confinement, escape", "capture, solitary imprisonment, examinations, escape" ], [ "They weren't listening carefully", "The machine was faulty", "They were too logical", "They did not understand the language" ], [ "human physiology, weapons, space travel, government", "human physiology, weapons, name, location, space travel, government", "human physiology, weapons, name, location, government", "human physiology, weapons, government" ], [ "He needed to accomplish his mission before he left", "His ship had crashed", "He was afraid of being killed", "He did not know the exact location of Earth" ] ]

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[ [ "\"It can be described,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n \"Then you will suffer unpleasant consequences if you describe it to\n us?\" the Ruler went on.\n\n\n \"I will not,\" Korvin said.", "\"No,\" he said.\n\n\n \"What else does your job entail?\" the Ruler said.\n\n\n Korvin decided to throw his first spoke into the wheel. \"Staying\n alive.\"", "\"My job required it,\" Korvin said.", "Korvin sighed. \"What are you doing here, then?\" he asked. As\n conversation, it wasn't very choice; but it was, he admitted, better\n than solitude.", "Korvin shrugged again. \"What I say is true,\" he announced. \"Do you\n have tests for such matters?\"", "\"To answer your questions, truthfully and logically,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n The silence this time was even longer.", "ended\n, nor did it\n mean exactly that. As nearly as Korvin could make out, it meant\n \"disposed of for all time.\"", "Korvin shrugged, sighed and smoothed back his hair. \"I obey the\n command of the Ruler,\" he said—another ritual. Everybody obeyed the", "Korvin nearly smiled. \"Both,\" he said.", "\"Undoubtedly,\" Korvin agreed politely. \"I'll try to do the best I can\n for you.\"", "Korvin nodded hurriedly. \"Our race is more ... more approximate,\" he\n said apologetically.\n\n\n \"Slipshod,\" the Ruler muttered.", "pointed. Korvin stared back impassively. \"I have been ordered to come\n to you,\" Didyak said, \"by the Ruler. The Ruler wishes to talk with\n you.\"", "The ruler sighed gently. \"Explain this governor to us,\" he said.\n\n\n Korvin shrugged. \"The explanation cannot be given to you.\"", "Korvin tried to look grateful. \"Well, then,\" he said, \"what is your\n government?\"", "\"And you will tell us about it?\" the Ruler went on.\n\n\n \"I will,\" Korvin said, \"so far as I am able.\"", "Korvin wasn't attempting to escape. He wasn't pleading with the Ruler.\n He wasn't defying the Ruler, either. He was just answering questions.", "The Ruler had finished his conference. \"You are attempting again to\n confuse us,\" he said.\n\n\n Korvin shook his head earnestly. \"I am attempting,\" he said, \"not to\n confuse you.\"", "Korvin. \"Is the deficiency in you?\" he said. \"Are you in some way\n unable to describe this government?\"", "\"My job required it,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n \"A clumsy lie,\" the Ruler said. \"The ship crashed; our examinations\n prove that beyond any doubt.\"", "\"The answer to that question,\" Korvin said, \"cannot be given to you.\"" ], [ "The Tr'en regarded him narrowly through catlike pupils. \"You are\n Korvin,\" he said.", "But Korvin meant exactly what he'd said. He was going to obey the\n commands of the Ruler of the Tr'en—and remove the Tr'en threat from\n the rest of the galaxy forever.", "the door behind him. Korvin thought of jumping the Tr'en, but decided\n quickly against it. He was a captive, and it was unwise to assume that", "Korvin swallowed again. The test hadn't really seemed extensive enough\n to him. But, after all, the Tr'en knew their business, better than\n anyone else could know it. They had the technique and the logic and\n the training.", "It was a ritual, Korvin had learned. \"You are of the Tr'en,\" he\n replied. The green being nodded.", "As he reached this dismal conclusion, the cell door opened. Korvin got\n up off the bunk in a hurry and spun around to face his visitor.\n\n\n The Tr'en was tall, and slightly green.", "It was the signal for another conference. With some satisfaction,\n Korvin noticed that the Tr'en were becoming slightly puzzled; they\n were no longer moving and speaking with calm assurance.\n\n\n The plan was taking hold.", "\"What do you want with me?\" Korvin said. The Tr'en speech—apparently\n there was only one language on the planet—was stiff and slightly", "\"It can be described,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n \"Then you will suffer unpleasant consequences if you describe it to\n us?\" the Ruler went on.\n\n\n \"I will not,\" Korvin said.", "The key question had, at last, been asked. Korvin felt grateful that\n the logical Tr'en had determined to begin from the beginning, instead\n of going off after details of armament first; it saved a lot of time.", "Korvin's guards were standing around doing nothing of importance now\n that their captor was strapped down in the lie-detector. The Ruler\n gestured and they went out the door in a hurry.", "Some of them went away fuming. Others simply went away, puzzled.\n\n\n On the third day Korvin escaped.", "The Tr'en liked to have everything clear. They were a logical race.\n The Ruler had started with Korvin's race, his name, his sex—if\n any—and whether or not his appearance were normal for humanity.", "\"To answer your questions, truthfully and logically,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n The silence this time was even longer.", "In any decently-run jail, he told himself with indignation, there\n would at least have been other prisoners to talk to. But on Tr'en\n Korvin was all alone.", "\"We have no need of one,\" Korvin said calmly.\n\n\n \"Ah,\" the Ruler said suddenly, as if he saw daylight ahead. \"And why\n not?\"", "Korvin shrugged, sighed and smoothed back his hair. \"I obey the\n command of the Ruler,\" he said—another ritual. Everybody obeyed the", "\"And you will tell us about it?\" the Ruler went on.\n\n\n \"I will,\" Korvin said, \"so far as I am able.\"", "ended\n, nor did it\n mean exactly that. As nearly as Korvin could make out, it meant\n \"disposed of for all time.\"", "Korvin shrugged. \"Some are over eight feet tall,\" he said, \"and others\n under four feet.\" He used the Tr'en measurement scale, of course; it" ], [ "\"It can be described,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n \"Then you will suffer unpleasant consequences if you describe it to\n us?\" the Ruler went on.\n\n\n \"I will not,\" Korvin said.", "The expert frowned horribly, showing all of his teeth. Korvin did his\n best not to react. \"Your plan is a failure,\" the expert said, \"and you", "\"To answer your questions, truthfully and logically,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n The silence this time was even longer.", "pointed. Korvin stared back impassively. \"I have been ordered to come\n to you,\" Didyak said, \"by the Ruler. The Ruler wishes to talk with\n you.\"", "But Korvin meant exactly what he'd said. He was going to obey the\n commands of the Ruler of the Tr'en—and remove the Tr'en threat from\n the rest of the galaxy forever.", "Being what they were, though, they could only be a menace. And\n Korvin's appreciation of the size of that menace was growing hourly.", "ended\n, nor did it\n mean exactly that. As nearly as Korvin could make out, it meant\n \"disposed of for all time.\"", "Korvin nearly smiled. \"Both,\" he said.", "Korvin sighed. \"What are you doing here, then?\" he asked. As\n conversation, it wasn't very choice; but it was, he admitted, better\n than solitude.", "\"And you will tell us about it?\" the Ruler went on.\n\n\n \"I will,\" Korvin said, \"so far as I am able.\"", "Korvin shrugged again. \"What I say is true,\" he announced. \"Do you\n have tests for such matters?\"", "Korvin looked sober. \"Yes,\" he said.", "It was the signal for another conference. With some satisfaction,\n Korvin noticed that the Tr'en were becoming slightly puzzled; they\n were no longer moving and speaking with calm assurance.\n\n\n The plan was taking hold.", "\"Undoubtedly,\" Korvin agreed politely. \"I'll try to do the best I can\n for you.\"", "The Ruler had finished his conference. \"You are attempting again to\n confuse us,\" he said.\n\n\n Korvin shook his head earnestly. \"I am attempting,\" he said, \"not to\n confuse you.\"", "Korvin was very glad that wasn't a question. It was, after all, the\n only logical deduction.", "Korvin's arrival a necessity. They were well into the atomic era, and\n were on the verge of developing space travel. Before long they'd be", "\"Good,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n The experts blinked. \"Good?\" he said.\n\n\n \"Naturally,\" Korvin said in a friendly tone.", "\"No,\" he said.\n\n\n \"What else does your job entail?\" the Ruler said.\n\n\n Korvin decided to throw his first spoke into the wheel. \"Staying\n alive.\"", "Korvin shrugged, sighed and smoothed back his hair. \"I obey the\n command of the Ruler,\" he said—another ritual. Everybody obeyed the" ], [ "The Tr'en regarded him narrowly through catlike pupils. \"You are\n Korvin,\" he said.", "It was a ritual, Korvin had learned. \"You are of the Tr'en,\" he\n replied. The green being nodded.", "\"What do you want with me?\" Korvin said. The Tr'en speech—apparently\n there was only one language on the planet—was stiff and slightly", "the door behind him. Korvin thought of jumping the Tr'en, but decided\n quickly against it. He was a captive, and it was unwise to assume that", "Korvin swallowed again. The test hadn't really seemed extensive enough\n to him. But, after all, the Tr'en knew their business, better than\n anyone else could know it. They had the technique and the logic and\n the training.", "It was the signal for another conference. With some satisfaction,\n Korvin noticed that the Tr'en were becoming slightly puzzled; they\n were no longer moving and speaking with calm assurance.\n\n\n The plan was taking hold.", "As he reached this dismal conclusion, the cell door opened. Korvin got\n up off the bunk in a hurry and spun around to face his visitor.\n\n\n The Tr'en was tall, and slightly green.", "But Korvin meant exactly what he'd said. He was going to obey the\n commands of the Ruler of the Tr'en—and remove the Tr'en threat from\n the rest of the galaxy forever.", "\"It can be described,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n \"Then you will suffer unpleasant consequences if you describe it to\n us?\" the Ruler went on.\n\n\n \"I will not,\" Korvin said.", "The Tr'en liked to have everything clear. They were a logical race.\n The Ruler had started with Korvin's race, his name, his sex—if\n any—and whether or not his appearance were normal for humanity.", "\"To answer your questions, truthfully and logically,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n The silence this time was even longer.", "Korvin shrugged. \"I replied to your question,\" he said. \"I did not\n know that there was more than one kind of truth. Surely the truth is\n the truth, just as the Ruler is the Ruler?\"", "Korvin shrugged. \"Some are over eight feet tall,\" he said, \"and others\n under four feet.\" He used the Tr'en measurement scale, of course; it", "Korvin nodded hurriedly. \"Our race is more ... more approximate,\" he\n said apologetically.\n\n\n \"Slipshod,\" the Ruler muttered.", "\"I am leaning against the door,\" Didyak said. The Tr'en literalist\n approach to the smallest problems of everyday living was a little hard\n to get the hang of, Korvin told himself bitterly. He thought for a\n second.", "The expert frowned horribly, showing all of his teeth. Korvin did his\n best not to react. \"Your plan is a failure,\" the expert said, \"and you", "\"It has no name,\" Korvin said truthfully. The Tr'en idiom was like the\n Earthly one; and certainly a planet had no name. People attached names\n to it, that was all. It had none of its own.", "The key question had, at last, been asked. Korvin felt grateful that\n the logical Tr'en had determined to begin from the beginning, instead\n of going off after details of armament first; it saved a lot of time.", "The Ruler roared. \"Do not waste time with the obvious!\" he shouted.\n \"Do not try to trick us; we are a logical and scientific race! Answer\n correctly.\"\n\n\n \"I have told the truth,\" Korvin said.", "Korvin wasn't attempting to escape. He wasn't pleading with the Ruler.\n He wasn't defying the Ruler, either. He was just answering questions." ], [ "\"It can be described,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n \"Then you will suffer unpleasant consequences if you describe it to\n us?\" the Ruler went on.\n\n\n \"I will not,\" Korvin said.", "\"To answer your questions, truthfully and logically,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n The silence this time was even longer.", "Korvin wasn't attempting to escape. He wasn't pleading with the Ruler.\n He wasn't defying the Ruler, either. He was just answering questions.", "\"No,\" he said.\n\n\n \"What else does your job entail?\" the Ruler said.\n\n\n Korvin decided to throw his first spoke into the wheel. \"Staying\n alive.\"", "pointed. Korvin stared back impassively. \"I have been ordered to come\n to you,\" Didyak said, \"by the Ruler. The Ruler wishes to talk with\n you.\"", "\"Then I ask for an answer,\" the Ruler said.\n\n\n \"I request that I be allowed to ask a question,\" Korvin said.", "Korvin shrugged again. \"What I say is true,\" he announced. \"Do you\n have tests for such matters?\"", "The ruler sighed gently. \"Explain this governor to us,\" he said.\n\n\n Korvin shrugged. \"The explanation cannot be given to you.\"", "\"The answer to that question,\" Korvin said, \"cannot be given to you.\"", "Korvin sighed. \"What are you doing here, then?\" he asked. As\n conversation, it wasn't very choice; but it was, he admitted, better\n than solitude.", "Korvin shrugged, sighed and smoothed back his hair. \"I obey the\n command of the Ruler,\" he said—another ritual. Everybody obeyed the", "Korvin shrugged. \"I replied to your question,\" he said. \"I did not\n know that there was more than one kind of truth. Surely the truth is\n the truth, just as the Ruler is the Ruler?\"", "\"And you will tell us about it?\" the Ruler went on.\n\n\n \"I will,\" Korvin said, \"so far as I am able.\"", "Korvin shrugged. \"Not knowingly,\" he said. The Ruler flashed a look at\n the technicians handling the lie-detector. Korvin turned to see their", "The Ruler had finished his conference. \"You are attempting again to\n confuse us,\" he said.\n\n\n Korvin shook his head earnestly. \"I am attempting,\" he said, \"not to\n confuse you.\"", "Korvin's guards were standing around doing nothing of importance now\n that their captor was strapped down in the lie-detector. The Ruler\n gestured and they went out the door in a hurry.", "\"We have no need of one,\" Korvin said calmly.\n\n\n \"Ah,\" the Ruler said suddenly, as if he saw daylight ahead. \"And why\n not?\"", "Korvin looked sober. \"Yes,\" he said.", "\"My job required it,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n \"A clumsy lie,\" the Ruler said. \"The ship crashed; our examinations\n prove that beyond any doubt.\"", "Korvin nearly smiled. \"Both,\" he said." ], [ "\"It can be described,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n \"Then you will suffer unpleasant consequences if you describe it to\n us?\" the Ruler went on.\n\n\n \"I will not,\" Korvin said.", "The Ruler frowned. \"We shall understand,\" he said. \"Begin. Who governs\n you?\"\n\n\n \"None,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n \"But you are governed?\"", "\"Then there is no government,\" the Ruler said. \"There is no single\n decision.\"\n\n\n \"No,\" Korvin said equably, \"there are many decisions binding on all.\"", "\"To answer your questions, truthfully and logically,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n The silence this time was even longer.", "The Ruler had finished his conference. \"You are attempting again to\n confuse us,\" he said.\n\n\n Korvin shook his head earnestly. \"I am attempting,\" he said, \"not to\n confuse you.\"", "Korvin shrugged again. \"What I say is true,\" he announced. \"Do you\n have tests for such matters?\"", "Korvin shrugged, sighed and smoothed back his hair. \"I obey the\n command of the Ruler,\" he said—another ritual. Everybody obeyed the", "The ruler sighed gently. \"Explain this governor to us,\" he said.\n\n\n Korvin shrugged. \"The explanation cannot be given to you.\"", "Korvin tried to look grateful. \"Well, then,\" he said, \"what is your\n government?\"", "\"No,\" he said.\n\n\n \"What else does your job entail?\" the Ruler said.\n\n\n Korvin decided to throw his first spoke into the wheel. \"Staying\n alive.\"", "Very sharp, Korvin told himself grimly. \"It is,\" he said.\n\n\n \"Then the government which reigns over several planets is supreme,\"\n the Ruler said.", "\"Certainly,\" Korvin said. \"It is completely obvious and true.\"\n\n\n \"The planet from which you come is part of a system of planets which\n are governed, you have said,\" the Ruler went on.", "Korvin shrugged. \"I replied to your question,\" he said. \"I did not\n know that there was more than one kind of truth. Surely the truth is\n the truth, just as the Ruler is the Ruler?\"", "\"We have no need of one,\" Korvin said calmly.\n\n\n \"Ah,\" the Ruler said suddenly, as if he saw daylight ahead. \"And why\n not?\"", "Korvin's arrival a necessity. They were well into the atomic era, and\n were on the verge of developing space travel. Before long they'd be", "Korvin nodded hurriedly. \"Our race is more ... more approximate,\" he\n said apologetically.\n\n\n \"Slipshod,\" the Ruler muttered.", "Korvin was very glad that wasn't a question. It was, after all, the\n only logical deduction.", "\"My job required it,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n \"A clumsy lie,\" the Ruler said. \"The ship crashed; our examinations\n prove that beyond any doubt.\"", "The Ruler roared. \"Do not waste time with the obvious!\" he shouted.\n \"Do not try to trick us; we are a logical and scientific race! Answer\n correctly.\"\n\n\n \"I have told the truth,\" Korvin said.", "\"Good,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n The experts blinked. \"Good?\" he said.\n\n\n \"Naturally,\" Korvin said in a friendly tone." ], [ "The Tr'en regarded him narrowly through catlike pupils. \"You are\n Korvin,\" he said.", "\"What do you want with me?\" Korvin said. The Tr'en speech—apparently\n there was only one language on the planet—was stiff and slightly", "the door behind him. Korvin thought of jumping the Tr'en, but decided\n quickly against it. He was a captive, and it was unwise to assume that", "It was a ritual, Korvin had learned. \"You are of the Tr'en,\" he\n replied. The green being nodded.", "It was the signal for another conference. With some satisfaction,\n Korvin noticed that the Tr'en were becoming slightly puzzled; they\n were no longer moving and speaking with calm assurance.\n\n\n The plan was taking hold.", "As he reached this dismal conclusion, the cell door opened. Korvin got\n up off the bunk in a hurry and spun around to face his visitor.\n\n\n The Tr'en was tall, and slightly green.", "But Korvin meant exactly what he'd said. He was going to obey the\n commands of the Ruler of the Tr'en—and remove the Tr'en threat from\n the rest of the galaxy forever.", "The Tr'en liked to have everything clear. They were a logical race.\n The Ruler had started with Korvin's race, his name, his sex—if\n any—and whether or not his appearance were normal for humanity.", "Korvin swallowed again. The test hadn't really seemed extensive enough\n to him. But, after all, the Tr'en knew their business, better than\n anyone else could know it. They had the technique and the logic and\n the training.", "The key question had, at last, been asked. Korvin felt grateful that\n the logical Tr'en had determined to begin from the beginning, instead\n of going off after details of armament first; it saved a lot of time.", "In any decently-run jail, he told himself with indignation, there\n would at least have been other prisoners to talk to. But on Tr'en\n Korvin was all alone.", "Korvin's arrival a necessity. They were well into the atomic era, and\n were on the verge of developing space travel. Before long they'd be", "The Ruler roared. \"Do not waste time with the obvious!\" he shouted.\n \"Do not try to trick us; we are a logical and scientific race! Answer\n correctly.\"\n\n\n \"I have told the truth,\" Korvin said.", "\"To answer your questions, truthfully and logically,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n The silence this time was even longer.", "It took three days—but boredom never really had a chance to set in.\n Korvin found himself the object of more attention than he had hoped", "\"It can be described,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n \"Then you will suffer unpleasant consequences if you describe it to\n us?\" the Ruler went on.\n\n\n \"I will not,\" Korvin said.", "\"It has no name,\" Korvin said truthfully. The Tr'en idiom was like the\n Earthly one; and certainly a planet had no name. People attached names\n to it, that was all. It had none of its own.", "Korvin shrugged. \"Some are over eight feet tall,\" he said, \"and others\n under four feet.\" He used the Tr'en measurement scale, of course; it", "\"No,\" he said.\n\n\n \"What else does your job entail?\" the Ruler said.\n\n\n Korvin decided to throw his first spoke into the wheel. \"Staying\n alive.\"", "Korvin stretched out on the cell's single bunk, a rigid affair which\n was hardly meant for comfort, and sighed. He'd had three days of" ], [ "Because that would mean recognizing, fully and consciously, that the\n problem\nwas\ninsoluble. And the Tr'en weren't capable of that sort of\n thinking.", "It was a ritual, Korvin had learned. \"You are of the Tr'en,\" he\n replied. The green being nodded.", "wonder enough, but adapting the perilously delicate mechanisms that\n necessarily made up any lie-detector machinery was almost a miracle.\n The Tr'en, under other circumstances, would have been a valuable", "But, then, it was lack of that insight that had called for this\n particular plan. That, and the political structure of the Tr'en.", "The Ruler roared. \"Do not waste time with the obvious!\" he shouted.\n \"Do not try to trick us; we are a logical and scientific race! Answer\n correctly.\"\n\n\n \"I have told the truth,\" Korvin said.", "expression. They needed no words; the lie-detector was telling them,\n perfectly obviously, that he was speaking the truth. But the truth\n wasn't making any sense. \"I told you you wouldn't understand it,\" he", "The Tr'en liked to have everything clear. They were a logical race.\n The Ruler had started with Korvin's race, his name, his sex—if\n any—and whether or not his appearance were normal for humanity.", "Korvin swallowed again. The test hadn't really seemed extensive enough\n to him. But, after all, the Tr'en knew their business, better than\n anyone else could know it. They had the technique and the logic and\n the training.", "ever been in. But that was only natural, he told himself sadly; the\n Tr'en were an efficient people. All the preliminary reports had agreed\n on that; their efficiency, as a matter of fact, was what had made", "He looked, as all the Tr'en did, vaguely humanoid—that is, if you\n don't bother to examine him closely. Life in the universe appeared to", "\"It has no name,\" Korvin said truthfully. The Tr'en idiom was like the\n Earthly one; and certainly a planet had no name. People attached names\n to it, that was all. It had none of its own.", "Korvin shrugged. \"I replied to your question,\" he said. \"I did not\n know that there was more than one kind of truth. Surely the truth is\n the truth, just as the Ruler is the Ruler?\"", "It was the signal for another conference. With some satisfaction,\n Korvin noticed that the Tr'en were becoming slightly puzzled; they\n were no longer moving and speaking with calm assurance.\n\n\n The plan was taking hold.", "It wasn't quite \"talk\"; that was a general word in the Tr'en language,\n and Didyak had used a specific meaning, roughly: \"gain information", "messages, but he could send them. He sent one now.\nMission accomplished; the Tr'en aren't about to come\n marauding out into space too soon. They've been given food", "The same lack of insight let the Tr'en subconscious work on his\n escape without any annoying distractions in the way of deep", "The Ruler blinked. \"Very well,\" he said. \"Was your job ended when the\n ship crashed?\" The Tr'en word, of course, wasn't\nended", "But Korvin meant exactly what he'd said. He was going to obey the\n commands of the Ruler of the Tr'en—and remove the Tr'en threat from\n the rest of the galaxy forever.", "\"I am leaning against the door,\" Didyak said. The Tr'en literalist\n approach to the smallest problems of everyday living was a little hard\n to get the hang of, Korvin told himself bitterly. He thought for a\n second.", "the Ruler will not be confused. We have experts in matters of\n logic\"—the Tr'en word seemed to mean\nright-saying\n—\"who will advise" ], [ "\"What do you want with me?\" Korvin said. The Tr'en speech—apparently\n there was only one language on the planet—was stiff and slightly", "The Tr'en liked to have everything clear. They were a logical race.\n The Ruler had started with Korvin's race, his name, his sex—if\n any—and whether or not his appearance were normal for humanity.", "The Tr'en regarded him narrowly through catlike pupils. \"You are\n Korvin,\" he said.", "It was a ritual, Korvin had learned. \"You are of the Tr'en,\" he\n replied. The green being nodded.", "\"It has no name,\" Korvin said truthfully. The Tr'en idiom was like the\n Earthly one; and certainly a planet had no name. People attached names\n to it, that was all. It had none of its own.", "The key question had, at last, been asked. Korvin felt grateful that\n the logical Tr'en had determined to begin from the beginning, instead\n of going off after details of armament first; it saved a lot of time.", "Korvin swallowed again. The test hadn't really seemed extensive enough\n to him. But, after all, the Tr'en knew their business, better than\n anyone else could know it. They had the technique and the logic and\n the training.", "\"To answer your questions, truthfully and logically,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n The silence this time was even longer.", "\"Yet you call it Earth?\" the Ruler said.\n\n\n \"I do,\" Korvin said, \"for convenience.\"\n\n\n \"Do you know its location?\" the Ruler said.", "As he reached this dismal conclusion, the cell door opened. Korvin got\n up off the bunk in a hurry and spun around to face his visitor.\n\n\n The Tr'en was tall, and slightly green.", "Korvin shrugged. \"I replied to your question,\" he said. \"I did not\n know that there was more than one kind of truth. Surely the truth is\n the truth, just as the Ruler is the Ruler?\"", "It was the signal for another conference. With some satisfaction,\n Korvin noticed that the Tr'en were becoming slightly puzzled; they\n were no longer moving and speaking with calm assurance.\n\n\n The plan was taking hold.", "But Korvin meant exactly what he'd said. He was going to obey the\n commands of the Ruler of the Tr'en—and remove the Tr'en threat from\n the rest of the galaxy forever.", "The Ruler roared. \"Do not waste time with the obvious!\" he shouted.\n \"Do not try to trick us; we are a logical and scientific race! Answer\n correctly.\"\n\n\n \"I have told the truth,\" Korvin said.", "The Ruler frowned. \"We shall understand,\" he said. \"Begin. Who governs\n you?\"\n\n\n \"None,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n \"But you are governed?\"", "Korvin shrugged. \"Some are over eight feet tall,\" he said, \"and others\n under four feet.\" He used the Tr'en measurement scale, of course; it", "Korvin shrugged again. \"What I say is true,\" he announced. \"Do you\n have tests for such matters?\"", "\"It can be described,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n \"Then you will suffer unpleasant consequences if you describe it to\n us?\" the Ruler went on.\n\n\n \"I will not,\" Korvin said.", "\"I am leaning against the door,\" Didyak said. The Tr'en literalist\n approach to the smallest problems of everyday living was a little hard\n to get the hang of, Korvin told himself bitterly. He thought for a\n second.", "the door behind him. Korvin thought of jumping the Tr'en, but decided\n quickly against it. He was a captive, and it was unwise to assume that" ], [ "the door behind him. Korvin thought of jumping the Tr'en, but decided\n quickly against it. He was a captive, and it was unwise to assume that", "\"It can be described,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n \"Then you will suffer unpleasant consequences if you describe it to\n us?\" the Ruler went on.\n\n\n \"I will not,\" Korvin said.", "\"To answer your questions, truthfully and logically,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n The silence this time was even longer.", "Korvin wasn't attempting to escape. He wasn't pleading with the Ruler.\n He wasn't defying the Ruler, either. He was just answering questions.", "Korvin sighed. \"What are you doing here, then?\" he asked. As\n conversation, it wasn't very choice; but it was, he admitted, better\n than solitude.", "Some of them went away fuming. Others simply went away, puzzled.\n\n\n On the third day Korvin escaped.", "\"No,\" he said.\n\n\n \"What else does your job entail?\" the Ruler said.\n\n\n Korvin decided to throw his first spoke into the wheel. \"Staying\n alive.\"", "ended\n, nor did it\n mean exactly that. As nearly as Korvin could make out, it meant\n \"disposed of for all time.\"", "The Ruler had finished his conference. \"You are attempting again to\n confuse us,\" he said.\n\n\n Korvin shook his head earnestly. \"I am attempting,\" he said, \"not to\n confuse you.\"", "Being what they were, though, they could only be a menace. And\n Korvin's appreciation of the size of that menace was growing hourly.", "Korvin was very glad that wasn't a question. It was, after all, the\n only logical deduction.", "Korvin stretched out on the cell's single bunk, a rigid affair which\n was hardly meant for comfort, and sighed. He'd had three days of", "\"My job required it,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n \"A clumsy lie,\" the Ruler said. \"The ship crashed; our examinations\n prove that beyond any doubt.\"", "\"We have no need of one,\" Korvin said calmly.\n\n\n \"Ah,\" the Ruler said suddenly, as if he saw daylight ahead. \"And why\n not?\"", "It took three days—but boredom never really had a chance to set in.\n Korvin found himself the object of more attention than he had hoped", "The ruler sighed gently. \"Explain this governor to us,\" he said.\n\n\n Korvin shrugged. \"The explanation cannot be given to you.\"", "Korvin's arrival a necessity. They were well into the atomic era, and\n were on the verge of developing space travel. Before long they'd be", "Korvin shook his head. \"If you insist,\" he said, \"I'll try it. But you\n won't understand it.\"", "Korvin thanked his lucky stars that their genius had been restricted\n to the physical and mathematical. Any insight at all into the mental\n sciences would have given them the key to his existence, and his\n entire plan, within seconds.", "Korvin shrugged, sighed and smoothed back his hair. \"I obey the\n command of the Ruler,\" he said—another ritual. Everybody obeyed the" ] ]

[ "Why were Duane and Stevens fighting?\n", "How did the fight between Duane and Stevens end?", "Why did Duane say he did not recognize the girl?", "Why did Andrias feel uncertain?", "How does Andrias feel about the league?", "What is the cargo Duane and Stevens are transporting?", "What would most likely have happened if Andrias had not waved out the guard?", "Why did Duane not kill Andrias?", "Why did Duane ring the bell?", "How did Duane feel in the guard's clothing?" ]

[ [ "Andrias had promised Stevens $100,000", "Stevens wanted to keep $50,000 of Duane's money", "Stevens wanted to keep $40,000 of Duane's money", "Duane had been promised $50,000" ], [ "Duane pulled a gun on Stevens", "They floated weightless into the corridor", "They were both knocked unconscious", "Duane killed Stevens" ], [ "His eyes were covered", "He had a head injury", "He had killed someone", "He was playing dumb" ], [ "He wasn't sure if people would follow his orders", "He was afraid he might not get the cargo", "He wasn't sure whether Duane had lost his memory or not", "He wondered how deadly Duane was" ], [ "He wants to usurp their power", "He is grateful they made him governor of Callisto", "He is loyal", "He believes the league cannot be stopped" ], [ "420 cases of dehydrated foods and drilling supplies", "800 guns", "tools", "4000 guns" ], [ "Duane would not have turned over the cargo", "Duane would not have escaped", "Duane would not have signed the paper", "Andrias would have died" ], [ "He tried to kill him but failed", "He did not have the opportunity to kill him", "He did kill him", "He did not want to be a killer" ], [ "To call a guard because he was done signing", "To begin his escape plan", "To call help for Andrias", "To signal the course change" ], [ "uncomfortable", "sleek", "martial", "fruitful" ] ]

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[ [ "Yes, there had been a white-haired man. And there had been an argument.\n Something to do with money, with a shipment of goods that Stevens had\n supplied to Duane. There has even been talk of killing....", "\"You play rough, Duane,\" he observed. \"I thought you'd have trouble\n with Stevens. I didn't think you'd find it necessary to put him out of", "\"Forget what I think,\" Stevens said, his voice clipped and angry. \"I\n don't care about fairness, Duane, except to myself. I've done all the", "Duane got up, retrieving the two heat guns, and stared at him.\n\n\n \"\nThey tell me I killed Stevens the same way\n,\" he thought. \"\nI'm\n getting in a rut!\n\"", "The P.A. speaker rattled, blared something unintelligible. Neither man\n heard it. Duane lunged forward into the taller man's grip, sliding down", "Duane stared at him a long second, then nodded abruptly. \"I was right\n the first time,\" he said. \"I'll\nhave", "But Andrias, unconscious already, tumbled back with Duane on top of\n him. His head made an audible, spine-chilling thud as it hit the\n carpeted floor.", "\"You're right, Duane,\" he said. \"I could blast you, too. Nobody would\n win that way, so let's leave the guns where they are.\"", "Duane stepped over the unconscious man and looked around the room. It\n was furnished severely, to the point of barrenness. Two chairs before", "Duane saw his danger, and reacted. His foot twisted around Andrias'\n ankle; his hands at the other's throat gripped tighter. He lunged", "\"Duane here is resisting arrest,\" Andrias said. \"Take him along. We'll\n fix up the charges later.\"", "Duane said, without expression, \"No.\"\n\n\n Dark red flooded into Andrias' sallow face. His jaws bunched angrily\n and there was a ragged thread of incomplete control to his voice as he\n spoke.", "But Duane's arm was around his throat, and he had no breath to spare.\n Duane's foot lashed out and the door slammed shut; Duane's balled left", "A long, powerful ground car slid up before them. Andrias got in front,\n while the two uniformed men shoved Duane into the back of the car,\n climbed in beside him. Andrias gave a curt order, and the car shot\n forward.", "Andrias, up ahead, was turning around. He looked sharply at Duane, for\n a long second. An uncertainty clouded his eyes, and abruptly he looked\n forward again without speaking.", "Andrias' eyes widened. \"You amaze me, Duane,\" he said. He rose and\n stepped around the desk, confronting Duane. \"I almost think you really", "He was too late. Duane's was out and leveled at him.", "Duane's fingers; Duane's head, butting Andrias in the face, had drawn a\n thick stream of crimson from his nostrils, turned his sharp nose askew.", "Duane screwed his eyes tight together and grimaced. When he opened\n them again there was alertness and clarity in them—but there was also\n bafflement.", "Then he shook his head. \"No,\" he said. \"You're lying all right. You\n killed Stevens to get his share—and now you're trying to hold me up." ], [ "\"You play rough, Duane,\" he observed. \"I thought you'd have trouble\n with Stevens. I didn't think you'd find it necessary to put him out of", "Yes, there had been a white-haired man. And there had been an argument.\n Something to do with money, with a shipment of goods that Stevens had\n supplied to Duane. There has even been talk of killing....", "But Andrias, unconscious already, tumbled back with Duane on top of\n him. His head made an audible, spine-chilling thud as it hit the\n carpeted floor.", "\"You're right, Duane,\" he said. \"I could blast you, too. Nobody would\n win that way, so let's leave the guns where they are.\"", "But Duane's arm was around his throat, and he had no breath to spare.\n Duane's foot lashed out and the door slammed shut; Duane's balled left", "\"Forget what I think,\" Stevens said, his voice clipped and angry. \"I\n don't care about fairness, Duane, except to myself. I've done all the", "Duane saw his danger, and reacted. His foot twisted around Andrias'\n ankle; his hands at the other's throat gripped tighter. He lunged", "Duane got up, retrieving the two heat guns, and stared at him.\n\n\n \"\nThey tell me I killed Stevens the same way\n,\" he thought. \"\nI'm\n getting in a rut!\n\"", "Duane stepped over the unconscious man and looked around the room. It\n was furnished severely, to the point of barrenness. Two chairs before", "Duane stared at him a long second, then nodded abruptly. \"I was right\n the first time,\" he said. \"I'll\nhave", "The P.A. speaker rattled, blared something unintelligible. Neither man\n heard it. Duane lunged forward into the taller man's grip, sliding down", "Duane took a deep breath and let the man drop to the floor. But he\n paused only a second; now he had two unconscious men on his hands and\n he dared let neither revive until he was prepared.", "Andrias' eyes widened. \"You amaze me, Duane,\" he said. He rose and\n stepped around the desk, confronting Duane. \"I almost think you really", "He was too late. Duane's was out and leveled at him.", "white-haired one, Stevens—wasn't so lucky. He was underneath when the\n jets went on. Three ribs broken—his lung was punctured. He died in the\n other room an hour ago.\"", "A long, powerful ground car slid up before them. Andrias got in front,\n while the two uniformed men shoved Duane into the back of the car,\n climbed in beside him. Andrias gave a curt order, and the car shot\n forward.", "Duane's fingers; Duane's head, butting Andrias in the face, had drawn a\n thick stream of crimson from his nostrils, turned his sharp nose askew.", "And the lights went out in a burst of crashing pain for Peter Duane.\nSomeone was talking to him. Duane tried to force an eye open to see who", "to the floor. The white-haired man grappled furiously to keep his hold\n on Peter's gun arm, but Peter was slipping away. Belatedly, Stevens\n went for his own gun.", "Andrias, up ahead, was turning around. He looked sharply at Duane, for\n a long second. An uncertainty clouded his eyes, and abruptly he looked\n forward again without speaking." ], [ "It was a girl's voice. Duane was suddenly conscious that a girl's light\n hand was on his shoulder. He shook his head feebly.", "Duane shook his head confusedly. \"I don't know anything,\" he said.\n \"I—I don't even know my own name.\"", "There was an instant's doubt in Andrias' eyes, then it flashed away. He\n bent closer, peered at Duane. \"I almost think—\" he began.", "Duane screwed his eyes tight together and grimaced. When he opened\n them again there was alertness and clarity in them—but there was also\n bafflement.", "\"Duane?\" he said. \"Duane....\" He swiveled his head and saw a dark,\n squat man frowning at him. \"Who are you?\" Peter asked.", "Duane stared at him a long second, then nodded abruptly. \"I was right\n the first time,\" he said. \"I'll\nhave", "Andrias, up ahead, was turning around. He looked sharply at Duane, for\n a long second. An uncertainty clouded his eyes, and abruptly he looked\n forward again without speaking.", "Andrias' eyes widened. \"You amaze me, Duane,\" he said. He rose and\n stepped around the desk, confronting Duane. \"I almost think you really", "\"Girl,\" he said, \"who are you? Where am I?\"\n\n\n \"Peter!\" There was shock and hurt in the tone of her voice. \"I'm—don't\n you know me, Peter?\"", "The nurse, still eyeing Duane with an odd bewilderment, said: \"I'll\n leave you alone for a moment. Don't talk too much to him, Mr. Andrias.\n He's still suffering from shock.\"", "Duane said, without expression, \"No.\"\n\n\n Dark red flooded into Andrias' sallow face. His jaws bunched angrily\n and there was a ragged thread of incomplete control to his voice as he\n spoke.", "Duane could remember the scene clearly. Could almost see the sharp,\n aquiline face of the man who had spoken to him. But there memory\n stopped.", "Duane stepped over the unconscious man and looked around the room. It\n was furnished severely, to the point of barrenness. Two chairs before", "Duane said, \"Do I have to kill you?\" It was only a question as he asked\n it, without threatening.", "And the lights went out in a burst of crashing pain for Peter Duane.\nSomeone was talking to him. Duane tried to force an eye open to see who", "\"Duane, Duane,\" a man's heavy voice said. \"That won't wash. Don't play\n dumb on me.\"", "The dark man laughed. \"Take your time, Duane,\" he said easily. \"You'll\n remember me. My name's Andrias. I've been waiting here for you to wake\n up. We have some business matters to discuss.\"", "Duane got up, retrieving the two heat guns, and stared at him.\n\n\n \"\nThey tell me I killed Stevens the same way\n,\" he thought. \"\nI'm\n getting in a rut!\n\"", "Duane got up, stared at his haggard face in the cracked mirror over\n the bed. \"\nThey say I'm a killer", "hospital bed, only she seemed warm and human. The others were—brutal,\n deadly. It was too bad, Duane reflected, that he'd failed to remember" ], [ "He looked at the man named Andrias.", "Andrias, up ahead, was turning around. He looked sharply at Duane, for\n a long second. An uncertainty clouded his eyes, and abruptly he looked\n forward again without speaking.", "Somewhere, some time, a man had said to him, \"\nAndrias is secretly", "Quick suspicion flared in his eyes, then certainty as he saw Andrias\n huddled on the floor. He opened his mouth to cry out—", "had brought him there, at Andrias' order, and left him. That had been\n all.", "There was an instant's doubt in Andrias' eyes, then it flashed away. He\n bent closer, peered at Duane. \"I almost think—\" he began.", "Andrias exhaled a deep breath. You could see the tension leave him, the\n mottled anger fade from his face and leave it without expression. He", "He stood up and looked around. He had to act quickly. Already Andrias'\n breath was audible; he saw the man grimace and an arm flopped\n spasmodically on the floor. Consciousness was on its way back.", "When Andrias came to....\n\n\n An idea bloomed in Duane's brain. He looked, then, at unconscious\n Andrias—and the idea withered again.", "Andrias' eyes widened. \"You amaze me, Duane,\" he said. He rose and\n stepped around the desk, confronting Duane. \"I almost think you really", "Duane said, without expression, \"No.\"\n\n\n Dark red flooded into Andrias' sallow face. His jaws bunched angrily\n and there was a ragged thread of incomplete control to his voice as he\n spoke.", "But Andrias, unconscious already, tumbled back with Duane on top of\n him. His head made an audible, spine-chilling thud as it hit the\n carpeted floor.", "Andrias straightened, turned a darkly-suspicious look on Duane. \"Don't", "He had thought of forcing Andrias himself to front for him, at gun's\n point, in the conventional manner of escaping prisoners. But fist", "killed a man already, they said. Was he then a killer—could he shoot\n Andrias now, in cold blood, with so much to gain and nothing to lose?", "thrust him under it out of sight. Andrias' chair he turned so that the\n unconscious face was averted from the door. Should anyone look in,\n then, the fact of Andrias' unconsciousness might not be noticed.", "He stood there a moment. Then, abruptly, he reversed the weapon and\n chopped it down on Andrias' skull.", "The driver, sitting beside Andrias, leaned forward and readied a hand\n under the dashboard. The high wail of a siren came instantly from the", "\"I won't,\" Andrias promised, grinning. Then, as the girl left the room,\n the smile dropped from his face.", "A long, narrow room, with a long carpet leading from the entrance up to\n a great heavy desk—that was Andrias' office. Duane felt a click in his" ], [ "He looked at the man named Andrias.", "Somewhere, some time, a man had said to him, \"\nAndrias is secretly", "Andrias exhaled a deep breath. You could see the tension leave him, the\n mottled anger fade from his face and leave it without expression. He", "The man stared at him. \"Governor Andrias,\" he said, \"is the League's\n deputy on Callisto. You know—the Earth-Mars League. They put Governor\n Andrias here to—well, to govern for them.\"", "Andrias' eyes widened. \"You amaze me, Duane,\" he said. He rose and\n stepped around the desk, confronting Duane. \"I almost think you really", "fights, fiction to the contrary notwithstanding, leave marks on the men\n who lose them. Andrias' throat was speckled with the livid marks of", "had brought him there, at Andrias' order, and left him. That had been\n all.", "Andrias, up ahead, was turning around. He looked sharply at Duane, for\n a long second. An uncertainty clouded his eyes, and abruptly he looked\n forward again without speaking.", "Quick suspicion flared in his eyes, then certainty as he saw Andrias\n huddled on the floor. He opened his mouth to cry out—", "He said, \"Duane, Andrias is your boss, not mine. I'm a free lance; I", "There was an instant's doubt in Andrias' eyes, then it flashed away. He\n bent closer, peered at Duane. \"I almost think—\" he began.", "\"I won't,\" Andrias promised, grinning. Then, as the girl left the room,\n the smile dropped from his face.", "When Andrias came to....\n\n\n An idea bloomed in Duane's brain. He looked, then, at unconscious\n Andrias—and the idea withered again.", "killed a man already, they said. Was he then a killer—could he shoot\n Andrias now, in cold blood, with so much to gain and nothing to lose?", "Duane said, without expression, \"No.\"\n\n\n Dark red flooded into Andrias' sallow face. His jaws bunched angrily\n and there was a ragged thread of incomplete control to his voice as he\n spoke.", "Whoever this man Andrias was, thought Duane, he was certainly a man of\n importance on Callisto. As he had said,\nhe\ngave the orders.", "The driver, sitting beside Andrias, leaned forward and readied a hand\n under the dashboard. The high wail of a siren came instantly from the", "He stood up and looked around. He had to act quickly. Already Andrias'\n breath was audible; he saw the man grimace and an arm flopped\n spasmodically on the floor. Consciousness was on its way back.", "A long, narrow room, with a long carpet leading from the entrance up to\n a great heavy desk—that was Andrias' office. Duane felt a click in his", "He stood there a moment. Then, abruptly, he reversed the weapon and\n chopped it down on Andrias' skull." ], [ "Yes, there had been a white-haired man. And there had been an argument.\n Something to do with money, with a shipment of goods that Stevens had\n supplied to Duane. There has even been talk of killing....", "A long, powerful ground car slid up before them. Andrias got in front,\n while the two uniformed men shoved Duane into the back of the car,\n climbed in beside him. Andrias gave a curt order, and the car shot\n forward.", "Duane got up, retrieving the two heat guns, and stared at him.\n\n\n \"\nThey tell me I killed Stevens the same way\n,\" he thought. \"\nI'm\n getting in a rut!\n\"", "Duane stepped over the unconscious man and looked around the room. It\n was furnished severely, to the point of barrenness. Two chairs before", "You can even collect the money for the guns—Stevens' share as well\n as your own. This is a release form, authorizing my men to take four\n hundred and twenty cases of dehydrated foods and drilling supplies from", "\"Forget what I think,\" Stevens said, his voice clipped and angry. \"I\n don't care about fairness, Duane, except to myself. I've done all the", "He and the white-haired man had gone out then, made their way by\n unfrequented side streets to a great windowless building. Duane", "\"You play rough, Duane,\" he observed. \"I thought you'd have trouble\n with Stevens. I didn't think you'd find it necessary to put him out of", "Duane stared at him a long second, then nodded abruptly. \"I was right\n the first time,\" he said. \"I'll\nhave", "\"Duane here is resisting arrest,\" Andrias said. \"Take him along. We'll\n fix up the charges later.\"", "\"You're right, Duane,\" he said. \"I could blast you, too. Nobody would\n win that way, so let's leave the guns where they are.\"", "Duane took a deep breath and let the man drop to the floor. But he\n paused only a second; now he had two unconscious men on his hands and\n he dared let neither revive until he was prepared.", "Duane got up, stared at his haggard face in the cracked mirror over\n the bed. \"\nThey say I'm a killer", "The P.A. speaker rattled, blared something unintelligible. Neither man\n heard it. Duane lunged forward into the taller man's grip, sliding down", "A long, narrow room, with a long carpet leading from the entrance up to\n a great heavy desk—that was Andrias' office. Duane felt a click in his", "Andrias said, \"I've had the ship inspected and what I want is on it.\n That saves your life, for now. But the cargo is in your name. I could", "Andrias, up ahead, was turning around. He looked sharply at Duane, for\n a long second. An uncertainty clouded his eyes, and abruptly he looked\n forward again without speaking.", "\"Duane, Duane,\" a man's heavy voice said. \"That won't wash. Don't play\n dumb on me.\"", "\"I'll have your neck for this, Duane,\" he said softly.\n\n\n Duane looked at the man's eyes. Death was behind them, peeping out.\n Mentally he shrugged. What difference did it make?", "have lost your memory, Duane,\" he said. \"Otherwise, surely you would\n know that this is all the rifles I need. With them I'll\ntake\nwhatever" ], [ "He stood up and looked around. He had to act quickly. Already Andrias'\n breath was audible; he saw the man grimace and an arm flopped\n spasmodically on the floor. Consciousness was on its way back.", "He had thought of forcing Andrias himself to front for him, at gun's\n point, in the conventional manner of escaping prisoners. But fist", "No guard of Andrias' would have been deceived for an instant, looking\n at that face—even assuming that Andrias could have been forced to", "Quick suspicion flared in his eyes, then certainty as he saw Andrias\n huddled on the floor. He opened his mouth to cry out—", "had brought him there, at Andrias' order, and left him. That had been\n all.", "was only a gesture. When Andrias came to, unless Duane had managed to\n get away and accomplish something, the mere lack of written permission\n would not keep him from the rocket's lethal cargo!", "Whichever planet that was.\n\n\n The guard had remained just inside the door, at attention. Andrias\n waved him out.\n\n\n \"Here I am,\" said Duane. \"What do you want?\"", "Andrias exhaled a deep breath. You could see the tension leave him, the\n mottled anger fade from his face and leave it without expression. He", "Andrias, up ahead, was turning around. He looked sharply at Duane, for\n a long second. An uncertainty clouded his eyes, and abruptly he looked\n forward again without speaking.", "He stood there a moment. Then, abruptly, he reversed the weapon and\n chopped it down on Andrias' skull.", "But Andrias was not dead, though he was out as cold as the void beyond\n Pluto. The thick carpeting had saved him from a broken head.", "He looked at the man named Andrias.", "thrust him under it out of sight. Andrias' chair he turned so that the\n unconscious face was averted from the door. Should anyone look in,\n then, the fact of Andrias' unconsciousness might not be noticed.", "Somewhere, some time, a man had said to him, \"\nAndrias is secretly", "Duane looked around. The guard beckoned. \"Governor Andrias wants to\n speak to you—now. Let's not keep the governor waiting.\"", "When Andrias came to....\n\n\n An idea bloomed in Duane's brain. He looked, then, at unconscious\n Andrias—and the idea withered again.", "The driver, sitting beside Andrias, leaned forward and readied a hand\n under the dashboard. The high wail of a siren came instantly from the", "killed a man already, they said. Was he then a killer—could he shoot\n Andrias now, in cold blood, with so much to gain and nothing to lose?", "\"I won't,\" Andrias promised, grinning. Then, as the girl left the room,\n the smile dropped from his face.", "Andrias' eyes widened. \"You amaze me, Duane,\" he said. He rose and\n stepped around the desk, confronting Duane. \"I almost think you really" ], [ "When Andrias came to....\n\n\n An idea bloomed in Duane's brain. He looked, then, at unconscious\n Andrias—and the idea withered again.", "Duane said, without expression, \"No.\"\n\n\n Dark red flooded into Andrias' sallow face. His jaws bunched angrily\n and there was a ragged thread of incomplete control to his voice as he\n spoke.", "Duane saw his danger, and reacted. His foot twisted around Andrias'\n ankle; his hands at the other's throat gripped tighter. He lunged", "Andrias' eyes widened. \"You amaze me, Duane,\" he said. He rose and\n stepped around the desk, confronting Duane. \"I almost think you really", "Andrias, up ahead, was turning around. He looked sharply at Duane, for\n a long second. An uncertainty clouded his eyes, and abruptly he looked\n forward again without speaking.", "\"Duane here is resisting arrest,\" Andrias said. \"Take him along. We'll\n fix up the charges later.\"", "He said, \"Duane, Andrias is your boss, not mine. I'm a free lance; I", "But Andrias, unconscious already, tumbled back with Duane on top of\n him. His head made an audible, spine-chilling thud as it hit the\n carpeted floor.", "There was an instant's doubt in Andrias' eyes, then it flashed away. He\n bent closer, peered at Duane. \"I almost think—\" he began.", "The dark man laughed. \"Take your time, Duane,\" he said easily. \"You'll\n remember me. My name's Andrias. I've been waiting here for you to wake\n up. We have some business matters to discuss.\"", "was only a gesture. When Andrias came to, unless Duane had managed to\n get away and accomplish something, the mere lack of written permission\n would not keep him from the rocket's lethal cargo!", "Andrias straightened, turned a darkly-suspicious look on Duane. \"Don't", "killed a man already, they said. Was he then a killer—could he shoot\n Andrias now, in cold blood, with so much to gain and nothing to lose?", "He stood there a moment. Then, abruptly, he reversed the weapon and\n chopped it down on Andrias' skull.", "A long, powerful ground car slid up before them. Andrias got in front,\n while the two uniformed men shoved Duane into the back of the car,\n climbed in beside him. Andrias gave a curt order, and the car shot\n forward.", "Duane said, \"Do I have to kill you?\" It was only a question as he asked\n it, without threatening.", "Duane looked around. The guard beckoned. \"Governor Andrias wants to\n speak to you—now. Let's not keep the governor waiting.\"", "belligerent than Duane, standing there. \"Not at all,\" he repeated.\n \"Just take your ten thousand and let it go at that. Don't make trouble.\n Leave Andrias out of our private argument.\"", "\"You're right, Duane,\" he said. \"I could blast you, too. Nobody would\n win that way, so let's leave the guns where they are.\"", "\"Who's this man Andrias?\" Duane whispered to the nearest guard." ], [ "He walked around the desk to the bell cord. He took a deep breath,\n tugged it savagely, and at once was in speedy motion, racing toward the", "The trick failed to work. Duane had other things on his mind; he walked\n the thirty-foot length of the room, designed to imbue him with a sense", "It was a girl's voice. Duane was suddenly conscious that a girl's light\n hand was on his shoulder. He shook his head feebly.", "Duane stared at him a long second, then nodded abruptly. \"I was right\n the first time,\" he said. \"I'll\nhave", "But Duane's arm was around his throat, and he had no breath to spare.\n Duane's foot lashed out and the door slammed shut; Duane's balled left", "A muted alarm bell sounded through the P.A. speakers, signaling a\n one-minute warning. The white-haired man cocked his eyebrow.", "with the hard spikes of his boots. His agile fingers unfastened the\n long bell cord without causing it to ring and, bearing it, he dropped\n again to the floor.", "Andrias' eyes widened. \"You amaze me, Duane,\" he said. He rose and\n stepped around the desk, confronting Duane. \"I almost think you really", "Duane stepped over the unconscious man and looked around the room. It\n was furnished severely, to the point of barrenness. Two chairs before", "The P.A. speaker rattled, blared something unintelligible. Neither man\n heard it. Duane lunged forward into the taller man's grip, sliding down", "Duane looked around. The guard beckoned. \"Governor Andrias wants to\n speak to you—now. Let's not keep the governor waiting.\"", "Duane screwed his eyes tight together and grimaced. When he opened\n them again there was alertness and clarity in them—but there was also\n bafflement.", "\"\nNo\n,\" Duane thought. \"\nWhatever they say, I'm not a killer!\n\"\n\n\n But still he had to get out. How?", "And the lights went out in a burst of crashing pain for Peter Duane.\nSomeone was talking to him. Duane tried to force an eye open to see who", "Duane waved a hand and pushed himself dizzily erect, swinging his legs\n over the side of the high cot. A sheet had been thrown over him, but he", "\"Duane, Duane,\" a man's heavy voice said. \"That won't wash. Don't play\n dumb on me.\"", "Duane touched the heat gun he'd thrust into his belt; drew it and held\n it poised, while he sought to discover what was in his own mind. He'd", "Andrias, up ahead, was turning around. He looked sharply at Duane, for\n a long second. An uncertainty clouded his eyes, and abruptly he looked\n forward again without speaking.", "But Andrias, unconscious already, tumbled back with Duane on top of\n him. His head made an audible, spine-chilling thud as it hit the\n carpeted floor.", "He was too late. Duane's was out and leveled at him." ], [ "Then he took off his own clothes, quickly assumed the field-gray\n uniform of the guard. It fit like the skin of a fruit. He felt himself", "\"All right, Duane.\" The deep voice of a guard came to him as the door\n swung open. \"Stop making eyes at yourself.\"", "Duane touched the heat gun he'd thrust into his belt; drew it and held\n it poised, while he sought to discover what was in his own mind. He'd", "A long, powerful ground car slid up before them. Andrias got in front,\n while the two uniformed men shoved Duane into the back of the car,\n climbed in beside him. Andrias gave a curt order, and the car shot\n forward.", "The trick failed to work. Duane had other things on his mind; he walked\n the thirty-foot length of the room, designed to imbue him with a sense", "Andrias' eyes widened. \"You amaze me, Duane,\" he said. He rose and\n stepped around the desk, confronting Duane. \"I almost think you really", "There was an instant's doubt in Andrias' eyes, then it flashed away. He\n bent closer, peered at Duane. \"I almost think—\" he began.", "The guard! There was a way!\nDuane eyed the length of the room. Thirty feet—it would take him a\n couple of seconds to run it at full speed. Was that fast enough?", "Duane screwed his eyes tight together and grimaced. When he opened\n them again there was alertness and clarity in them—but there was also\n bafflement.", "Duane took a deep breath and let the man drop to the floor. But he\n paused only a second; now he had two unconscious men on his hands and\n he dared let neither revive until he was prepared.", "But the chance was a long time in coming. Duane found himself, an hour\n later, still in the barred room into which he'd been thrust. The guards", "Andrias, up ahead, was turning around. He looked sharply at Duane, for\n a long second. An uncertainty clouded his eyes, and abruptly he looked\n forward again without speaking.", "Duane waved a hand and pushed himself dizzily erect, swinging his legs\n over the side of the high cot. A sheet had been thrown over him, but he", "Duane stepped over the unconscious man and looked around the room. It\n was furnished severely, to the point of barrenness. Two chairs before", "But Duane's arm was around his throat, and he had no breath to spare.\n Duane's foot lashed out and the door slammed shut; Duane's balled left", "Duane looked around. The guard beckoned. \"Governor Andrias wants to\n speak to you—now. Let's not keep the governor waiting.\"", "A long, narrow room, with a long carpet leading from the entrance up to\n a great heavy desk—that was Andrias' office. Duane felt a click in his", "Whichever planet that was.\n\n\n The guard had remained just inside the door, at attention. Andrias\n waved him out.\n\n\n \"Here I am,\" said Duane. \"What do you want?\"", "Duane got up, retrieving the two heat guns, and stared at him.\n\n\n \"\nThey tell me I killed Stevens the same way\n,\" he thought. \"\nI'm\n getting in a rut!\n\"", "Duane stared at him a long second, then nodded abruptly. \"I was right\n the first time,\" he said. \"I'll\nhave" ] ]

[ "What was the overall relationship like between Splinter and Kerry?\n", "Which of the characters receives the most medical intervention during the course of the story?", "What can be inferred about the size of the ship the characters travelled in?", "How did the author illustrate the planet of Venus upon their arrival?", "What are the islands of Venus?", "How do the space travellers navigate around the planet of Venus?", "How did Splinter feel about being with Kerry on the turtle-shaped island?", "Why did Kerry come out of retirement for the mission?" ]

[ [ "Splinter is a new space cadet with a chip on his shoulder, and Kerry can’t stand to be with him", "Kerry is an elder family member to Splinter", "Splinter despises being assigned an old space companion like Kerry so he picks fights with him", "Kerry is a veteran space traveller who took Splinter under his wing" ], [ "The unnamed space warriors", "Kerry and Splinter receive about equal medical intervention", "Splinter", "Kerry" ], [ "It was very small, only a single person cruiser", "It was relatively small, only large enough for two people", "It was large enough to have held a crew of a dozen", "It was a ship capable of bringing smaller cruisers inside of the cargo bay" ], [ "Covered almost entirely in multi-colored water", "Covered in clouds, with an amount of land similar to Earth", "Covered almost entirely in a pitch black ocean", "Barren, empty seabed" ], [ "Floating pads covered in jungle", "Exposed continental plates risen to the surface from tectonics", "Volcanic mountains poking out of the sea", "Moons" ], [ "Only by sight", "Radar", "Using a search and rescue flight pattern", "Using magnetic poles" ], [ "Angry with him that they had crashed", "Terrified to be alone with him", "Pitiful that he had broken his arm", "Relieved to have his experience at hand" ], [ "He wanted to feel like his old self again", "He was strictly following orders ", "He didn’t care whether he lived or died", "He thought that Splinter would screw it up alone" ] ]

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[ [ "It was there that he had met and liked the ungainly Splinter Wood.\n There was something in the boy that had found a kindred spirit in Kerry", "\"Splinter\" Wood grinned.\n\n\n \"Seems to me, Kerry,\" he remarked humorously, \"that you don't like much\n of anything!\"", "Splinter Wood watched him with awe in his eyes, seeing for the first\n time the incredible instinct that had made Kerry Blane the idol of a", "Splinter flushed, seemed to be fumbling for words. After a bit, Kerry\n Blane grinned.", "relief on Kerry Blane's forehead, but he made no sound. At last,\n Splinter finished, tucked the supplies away.", "They laughed then, Old Kerry Blane and young Splinter Wood, and\n the warmth of their friendship was a tangible thing in the small\n control-room of the cruiser.", "Kerry Blane heard Splinter's instant sigh of unbelief.\n\n\n \"Good Lord!\" Splinter said, \"What—\"", "\"Cheer up, lad,\" Kerry Blane said finally. \"I think you'll find plenty\n to occupy your time shortly.\"\n\n\n \"Maybe?\" Splinter said gloomily.", "\"Brrrr!\" Splinter shivered in sudden horror.\n\n\n Kerry Blane chuckled dryly. \"Feel like going for a swim?\" he asked\n conversationally.", "Kerry Blane strode forward, puzzlement on his lined face, his hand\n out-stretched toward the defective weapon. Splinter gaped at the gun in\n his hands, held it out wordlessly.", "Kerry Blane glanced tolerantly at his young companion, felt a nostalgic\n tug at his heart when he remembered the first time he had approached", "Kerry Blane exploded, words spewing volcanically forth. Splinter\n relaxed, his booted foot beating out a dull rhythm to the colorful", "\"Try the other,\" Kerry Blane said slowly.\n\n\n \"Okay!\"\n\n\n Splinter lifted the second gun, pressed the stud, gazed white-faced at\n his companion.", "He stood, leaning against the ship, watching as Splinter picked up\n the first gun and leveled it at a gigantic tree. Splinter sighted\n carefully, winked at the older man, then pressed the firing stud.", "Splinters shivered slightly. \"Do you think we'll find it?\" he asked.\n\n\n Kerry Blane nodded. \"I think it will find us; after all, it's just an\n animated appetite looking for food.\"", "language learned through almost fifty years of spacing. And at last,\n when Kerry Blane had quieted until he but smoldered, he leaned over and\n touched the old spacer on the sleeve.", "\"Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!\" Splinter reached out lazily, plucked the capsules from\n the air, one by one.\n\n\n Kerry Blane lit one of the five allotted cigarettes of the day.", "\"What happened?\" he gasped.\n\n\n Splinter Wood laughed, almost hysterically, mopped at his forehead with\n a wet handkerchief.", "\"Val Kenton died there,\" Splinter whispered softly, \"Died to save the\n lives of three other people!\"", "Kerry Blane nodded. \"Yes,\" he agreed, and his voice changed subtly.\n \"Val was a blackguard, a criminal; but he died in the best traditions\n of the service.\" He sighed. \"He never had a chance.\"" ], [ "Splinter nodded, opened the medical locker, worked with tape and\n splints for minutes. Great beads of perspiration stood out in high", "had wrenched open a wall door, removed metal medicine kits, and was\n fumbling through their contents. He felt the bite of the hypodermic,", "Kerry Blane grinned, winced when he felt the dull ache in his body.\n\n\n \"I've had the bends before, and lived through them!\" he said, still\n weakly defiant.", "Splinter rolled his six foot three of lanky body into a more\n comfortable position on the air-bunk. He yawned tremendously, fumbled a\n small box from his shirt pocket, and removed a marble-like capsule.", "Kerry Blane choked, tried to turn his head from the water that trickled\n into his face. He opened his eyes, stared blankly, uncomprehendingly\n into the bloody features of the man bending over him.", "His body arced again and again against the restraining straps, and his\n mouth was open in a soundless scream. He sensed dimly that his partner", "Kerry Blane moved his arm experimentally, felt broken bones grate in\n an exquisite wave of pain. He fought back the nausea, gazed about the\n cabin, realized the ship lay on its side.", "Splinter moved away, sat down tiredly on the edge of a bunk. He shook\n his head dazedly, inspected the long cut on his leg.\n\n\n \"We seem to have done it,\" he said dully.", "And in the midst of their laughter, Old Kerry Blane choked in agony,\n surged desperately against his bunk straps.", "\"Forget it, lad,\" he said more kindly, \"those things happen. Now, if\n you'll bind a splint about my arm, we'll see what we can do about\n righting the ship.\"", "Something died within Kerry Blane's heart that morning, shriveled and\n passed away, leaving him suddenly shrunken and old. He had become like\n a rusty old freighter couched between the gleaming bodies of great\n space warriors.", "He closed a knife switch, seeing too late the vitamin capsule that was\n lodged in the slot. There was the sharp splutter of a short-circuit,\n and a thin tendril of smoke drifted upward.", "His muscles were knotted cords that he could not loosen, and his blood\n was a surging stream that pounded at his throbbing temples. The air he\n breathed seemed to be molten flame.", "Kerry Blane nodded, clambered to his feet, favoring his broken arm.\n He leaned over the control panel, inspecting the dials with a worried", "Interplanetary Squadron's Medical Division.", "\"Damn it!\" he roared. \"I don't like you; and I don't like this ship;\n and I don't like the assignment; and I don't like those infernal pills\n you keep eating; and I—\"", "He screamed unknowingly, feeling only the horrible excruciating agony\n of his body, tasting the blood that gushed from his mouth and nostrils.", "bodies twisting involuntarily, as the ship cartwheeled a dozen times in\n a few seconds. Almost instantly, consciousness was battered from them.", "felt a deadly numbness replace the raging torment that had been his\n for seconds. He swallowed three capsules automatically, passed into a", "Thirty minutes later, Kerry Blane circled the island that floated\n free in the phosphorescent ocean. His keen eyes searched the tangled" ], [ "The great cottony batts of roiling clouds rushed up to meet the ship,\n bringing the first sense of violent movement in more than a week of\n flying. There was something awesome and breath-taking in the speed with\n which the ship dropped toward the planet.", "Then, as though it had never been, the sun disappeared, and there was\n only a gray blankness pressing about the ship. Gone was all sense of\n movement, and the ship seemed to hover in a gray nothingness.", "scene below. Nowhere was there the slightest sign of life until, in the\n fourth hour of flight, a tiny dot of blackness came slowly over the\n horizon's water line.", "Kerry Blane spun the ship in a tight circle, sent it flashing to the\n west. His keen eyes lighted, when he finally made out the turtle-like", "Kerry Blane chuckled again, swung the cruiser toward the tiny smudge of\n black on the horizon. Glowing water flashed beneath the ship, seeming\n to smooth into a gleaming mirror shot with dancing colors. There was no\n sign of life anywhere.", "\"Forget it, lad,\" he said more kindly, \"those things happen. Now, if\n you'll bind a splint about my arm, we'll see what we can do about\n righting the ship.\"", "Kerry Blane rode the controls for the next three hours, searching the\n limitless ocean for the few specks of islands that followed the slow", "Kerry Blane moved his arm experimentally, felt broken bones grate in\n an exquisite wave of pain. He fought back the nausea, gazed about the\n cabin, realized the ship lay on its side.", "speed within minutes, handling the controls with a familiar dexterity.\n He said nothing, searched the gleaming ocean for the smudge of\n blackness that would denote another island. His gaze flicked amusedly,", "Kerry Blane walked the length of the cruiser, examining the slight\n damage done by the crash, evaluating the situation with a practiced\n gaze. He nodded slowly, retraced his steps, and stood looking at the\n furrow plowed in the sand.", "He turned the ship to the North, relaxed a bit on the air bunk. He\n felt tired and worn, his body aching from the space bends of a few\n hours before.", "Thirty minutes later, Kerry Blane circled the island that floated\n free in the phosphorescent ocean. His keen eyes searched the tangled", "His voice stilled, and he was silent, his eyes drinking in the weird\n incredible scene below.\nThe ocean was a shifting, white-capped wash of silvery light that", "For one interminable second, he saw the uncanny uprush of the island\n below. He flicked his gaze about, saw the instant terror that wiped", "They laughed then, Old Kerry Blane and young Splinter Wood, and\n the warmth of their friendship was a tangible thing in the small\n control-room of the cruiser.", "They could feel the first tug of gravity on their bodies, and through\n the vision port could see the greenish ball that was cloud-covered\n Venus. Excitement lifted their spirits, brought light to their eyes as\n they peered eagerly ahead.", "\"Here's the island.\"\n\n\n \"Oh!\" Splinter swung his feet from the bunk, peered from the vision\n port, sleepiness instantly erased from his face.", "concentration etched themselves about his mouth, and perspiration\n beaded his forehead. He rode that cruiser through the miles of clouds\n through sheer instinctive ability, seeming to fly it as though he were", "\"How big do you feel now?\" Kerry Blane asked quietly.\n\n\n Splinter Wood was silent, awed by the beauty and the tremendous size of\n the growths on the water world.", "Something died within Kerry Blane's heart that morning, shriveled and\n passed away, leaving him suddenly shrunken and old. He had become like\n a rusty old freighter couched between the gleaming bodies of great\n space warriors." ], [ "They could feel the first tug of gravity on their bodies, and through\n the vision port could see the greenish ball that was cloud-covered\n Venus. Excitement lifted their spirits, brought light to their eyes as\n they peered eagerly ahead.", "The great cottony batts of roiling clouds rushed up to meet the ship,\n bringing the first sense of violent movement in more than a week of\n flying. There was something awesome and breath-taking in the speed with\n which the ship dropped toward the planet.", "Venus was a fluffy cotton ball hanging motionless in bottomless\n space. Far to the left, Mercury gleamed like a polished diamond in", "ports. The rockets drummed steadily, holding the ship aloft, dropping\n it slowly toward the planet below. Then the clouds thinned, and,\n incredibly, were permeated with a dim and glowing light. A second", "Splinter Wood watched breathlessly from the vision port, his long face\n eager and reckless, his eyes seeking to pierce the clouds that roiled\n and twisted uneasily over the surface of the planet.", "Splinter turned a wondering face. \"But the official reports say that\n there is no light on Venus,\" he exclaimed. \"That was one of the reasons\n given when exploration was forbidden!\"", "shielded ship, and with no sunlight reaching Venus' surface, you're\n gonna be begging for some of my vitamin, super-concentrated pills\n before we get back to Earth.\"", "clamber through the port. They stood for a moment in silent wonder,\n staring at the long lazy rollers of milky fluorescence that rolled\n endlessly toward the beach, then turned to gaze at the great fern-like", "and I most certainly forgot! Solar rays can't penetrate the miles of\n clouds on Venus. Those guns are utterly useless as weapons!\"", "He peered through the port, seeking any spot clear enough for a landing\n field. Except for a strip of open beach, the island was a solid mass of\n heavy fern-like growth.", "Planet of No-Return\nBy WILBUR S. PEACOCK\nThe orders were explicit: \"Destroy the\n\n 'THING' of Venus.\" But Patrolmen Kerry", "He climbed down the ladder, laid the guns aside, then reached up a\n hand to aid Kerry Blane's descent. Kerry Blane came down slowly and\n awkwardly, jumped the last few feet. He felt surprisingly light and\n strong in the lesser gravity.", "a few miles below. Gravity was full strength now, and although not as\n great as Earth's, was still strong enough to bring a sense of giddiness\n to the men.", "Then, as though it had never been, the sun disappeared, and there was\n only a gray blankness pressing about the ship. Gone was all sense of\n movement, and the ship seemed to hover in a gray nothingness.", "formal education had been fairly well neglected.\nNow, the two of them rode the pounding jets of a DX cruiser, bound\n for Venus to make a personal survey of its floating islands for the", "currents of the water planet. Always, there was the same misty light\n surrounding the ship, never dimming, giving a sense of unreality to the", "down at his sleeping partner, then turned back to the quartzite port.\n He shook his head a bit, remembering the stories he had heard about the\n water planet, wondering—wondering—\nII", "\"Here's the island.\"\n\n\n \"Oh!\" Splinter swung his feet from the bunk, peered from the vision\n port, sleepiness instantly erased from his face.", "the water-planet years before. Then, he had been a young and reckless\n firebrand, his fame already spreading, an unquenchable fire of\n adventure flaming in his heart.", "ocean is alive with an incredibly tiny marine worm that glows\n phosphorescently. The light generated from those billions of worms is\n reflected back from the clouds, makes Venus eternally lighted.\"" ], [ "They could feel the first tug of gravity on their bodies, and through\n the vision port could see the greenish ball that was cloud-covered\n Venus. Excitement lifted their spirits, brought light to their eyes as\n they peered eagerly ahead.", "Venus was a fluffy cotton ball hanging motionless in bottomless\n space. Far to the left, Mercury gleamed like a polished diamond in", "Kerry Blane rode the controls for the next three hours, searching the\n limitless ocean for the few specks of islands that followed the slow", "\"Here's the island.\"\n\n\n \"Oh!\" Splinter swung his feet from the bunk, peered from the vision\n port, sleepiness instantly erased from his face.", "shielded ship, and with no sunlight reaching Venus' surface, you're\n gonna be begging for some of my vitamin, super-concentrated pills\n before we get back to Earth.\"", "and I most certainly forgot! Solar rays can't penetrate the miles of\n clouds on Venus. Those guns are utterly useless as weapons!\"", "Splinter turned a wondering face. \"But the official reports say that\n there is no light on Venus,\" he exclaimed. \"That was one of the reasons\n given when exploration was forbidden!\"", "formal education had been fairly well neglected.\nNow, the two of them rode the pounding jets of a DX cruiser, bound\n for Venus to make a personal survey of its floating islands for the", "island shaped like a turtle. However, our orders are to investigate\n every island, just in case there might be more than one of the\n monsters.\"", "ocean is alive with an incredibly tiny marine worm that glows\n phosphorescently. The light generated from those billions of worms is\n reflected back from the clouds, makes Venus eternally lighted.\"", "Thirty minutes later, Kerry Blane circled the island that floated\n free in the phosphorescent ocean. His keen eyes searched the tangled", "He peered through the port, seeking any spot clear enough for a landing\n field. Except for a strip of open beach, the island was a solid mass of\n heavy fern-like growth.", "speed within minutes, handling the controls with a familiar dexterity.\n He said nothing, searched the gleaming ocean for the smudge of\n blackness that would denote another island. His gaze flicked amusedly,", "turtle-island, make a landing, and take a look around. Later, if we're\n lucky enough to blow our objective to Kingdom Come, we'll do a little\n exploring of the other islands.\"", "For one interminable second, he saw the uncanny uprush of the island\n below. He flicked his gaze about, saw the instant terror that wiped", "ports. The rockets drummed steadily, holding the ship aloft, dropping\n it slowly toward the planet below. Then the clouds thinned, and,\n incredibly, were permeated with a dim and glowing light. A second", "Planet of No-Return\nBy WILBUR S. PEACOCK\nThe orders were explicit: \"Destroy the\n\n 'THING' of Venus.\" But Patrolmen Kerry", "Kerry Blane chuckled again, swung the cruiser toward the tiny smudge of\n black on the horizon. Glowing water flashed beneath the ship, seeming\n to smooth into a gleaming mirror shot with dancing colors. There was no\n sign of life anywhere.", "clamber through the port. They stood for a moment in silent wonder,\n staring at the long lazy rollers of milky fluorescence that rolled\n endlessly toward the beach, then turned to gaze at the great fern-like", "The great cottony batts of roiling clouds rushed up to meet the ship,\n bringing the first sense of violent movement in more than a week of\n flying. There was something awesome and breath-taking in the speed with\n which the ship dropped toward the planet." ], [ "They could feel the first tug of gravity on their bodies, and through\n the vision port could see the greenish ball that was cloud-covered\n Venus. Excitement lifted their spirits, brought light to their eyes as\n they peered eagerly ahead.", "The great cottony batts of roiling clouds rushed up to meet the ship,\n bringing the first sense of violent movement in more than a week of\n flying. There was something awesome and breath-taking in the speed with\n which the ship dropped toward the planet.", "shielded ship, and with no sunlight reaching Venus' surface, you're\n gonna be begging for some of my vitamin, super-concentrated pills\n before we get back to Earth.\"", "ports. The rockets drummed steadily, holding the ship aloft, dropping\n it slowly toward the planet below. Then the clouds thinned, and,\n incredibly, were permeated with a dim and glowing light. A second", "the sunlight. Kerry Blane cut the driving rockets, let the cruiser\n sink into a fast gravity-dive, guiding it only now and then by a brief\n flicker of a side jet.", "Splinter turned a wondering face. \"But the official reports say that\n there is no light on Venus,\" he exclaimed. \"That was one of the reasons\n given when exploration was forbidden!\"", "Venus was a fluffy cotton ball hanging motionless in bottomless\n space. Far to the left, Mercury gleamed like a polished diamond in", "and I most certainly forgot! Solar rays can't penetrate the miles of\n clouds on Venus. Those guns are utterly useless as weapons!\"", "Kerry Blane nodded. \"That was merely a pretext to keep foolhardy\n spacemen from losing their lives on the planet. In reality, the", "a few miles below. Gravity was full strength now, and although not as\n great as Earth's, was still strong enough to bring a sense of giddiness\n to the men.", "Splinter Wood watched breathlessly from the vision port, his long face\n eager and reckless, his eyes seeking to pierce the clouds that roiled\n and twisted uneasily over the surface of the planet.", "Planet of No-Return\nBy WILBUR S. PEACOCK\nThe orders were explicit: \"Destroy the\n\n 'THING' of Venus.\" But Patrolmen Kerry", "Kerry Blane set the controls for a shallow glide, his fingers moving\n like a concert pianist's. The cruiser yawed slightly, settled slowly\n in a flat shallow glide.", "Then, as though it had never been, the sun disappeared, and there was\n only a gray blankness pressing about the ship. Gone was all sense of\n movement, and the ship seemed to hover in a gray nothingness.", "currents of the water planet. Always, there was the same misty light\n surrounding the ship, never dimming, giving a sense of unreality to the", "He climbed down the ladder, laid the guns aside, then reached up a\n hand to aid Kerry Blane's descent. Kerry Blane came down slowly and\n awkwardly, jumped the last few feet. He felt surprisingly light and\n strong in the lesser gravity.", "He turned back to the controls, flipped a switch, and the cutting of\n the nose rocket dropped the ship in an angling glide toward the clouds", "formal education had been fairly well neglected.\nNow, the two of them rode the pounding jets of a DX cruiser, bound\n for Venus to make a personal survey of its floating islands for the", "to fly a ship, how to cure space bends, how to handle a Zelta ray, or\n how to spit—I'll ask you! Until then, you and your bloody marbles can", "He peered through the port, seeking any spot clear enough for a landing\n field. Except for a strip of open beach, the island was a solid mass of\n heavy fern-like growth." ], [ "It was there that he had met and liked the ungainly Splinter Wood.\n There was something in the boy that had found a kindred spirit in Kerry", "Splinter Wood watched him with awe in his eyes, seeing for the first\n time the incredible instinct that had made Kerry Blane the idol of a", "\"Here's the island.\"\n\n\n \"Oh!\" Splinter swung his feet from the bunk, peered from the vision\n port, sleepiness instantly erased from his face.", "relief on Kerry Blane's forehead, but he made no sound. At last,\n Splinter finished, tucked the supplies away.", "They laughed then, Old Kerry Blane and young Splinter Wood, and\n the warmth of their friendship was a tangible thing in the small\n control-room of the cruiser.", "\"Brrrr!\" Splinter shivered in sudden horror.\n\n\n Kerry Blane chuckled dryly. \"Feel like going for a swim?\" he asked\n conversationally.", "\"Splinter\" Wood grinned.\n\n\n \"Seems to me, Kerry,\" he remarked humorously, \"that you don't like much\n of anything!\"", "Splinter flushed, seemed to be fumbling for words. After a bit, Kerry\n Blane grinned.", "\"Cheer up, lad,\" Kerry Blane said finally. \"I think you'll find plenty\n to occupy your time shortly.\"\n\n\n \"Maybe?\" Splinter said gloomily.", "Splinters shivered slightly. \"Do you think we'll find it?\" he asked.\n\n\n Kerry Blane nodded. \"I think it will find us; after all, it's just an\n animated appetite looking for food.\"", "\"How big do you feel now?\" Kerry Blane asked quietly.\n\n\n Splinter Wood was silent, awed by the beauty and the tremendous size of\n the growths on the water world.", "Thirty minutes later, Kerry Blane circled the island that floated\n free in the phosphorescent ocean. His keen eyes searched the tangled", "Kerry Blane glanced tolerantly at his young companion, felt a nostalgic\n tug at his heart when he remembered the first time he had approached", "outline of the island, and he whistled softly, off-key, as he nudged\n the snoring Splinter.", "Kerry Blane heard Splinter's instant sigh of unbelief.\n\n\n \"Good Lord!\" Splinter said, \"What—\"", "Kerry Blane spun the ship in a tight circle, sent it flashing to the\n west. His keen eyes lighted, when he finally made out the turtle-like", "Kerry Blane exploded, words spewing volcanically forth. Splinter\n relaxed, his booted foot beating out a dull rhythm to the colorful", "island shaped like a turtle. However, our orders are to investigate\n every island, just in case there might be more than one of the\n monsters.\"", "Kerry Blane rode the controls for the next three hours, searching the\n limitless ocean for the few specks of islands that followed the slow", "Kerry Blane chuckled again, swung the cruiser toward the tiny smudge of\n black on the horizon. Glowing water flashed beneath the ship, seeming\n to smooth into a gleaming mirror shot with dancing colors. There was no\n sign of life anywhere." ], [ "Kerry Blane smiled grimly. \"I guess I used too broad an interpretation\n of the word,\" he said gently. \"Anyway, one of our main tasks is to\n destroy the thing that killed him.\"", "Kerry Blane nodded. \"That was merely a pretext to keep foolhardy\n spacemen from losing their lives on the planet. In reality, the", "But even Kerry Blane had to retire eventually.", "Kerry Blane nodded. \"Yes,\" he agreed, and his voice changed subtly.\n \"Val was a blackguard, a criminal; but he died in the best traditions\n of the service.\" He sighed. \"He never had a chance.\"", "Something died within Kerry Blane's heart that morning, shriveled and\n passed away, leaving him suddenly shrunken and old. He had become like\n a rusty old freighter couched between the gleaming bodies of great\n space warriors.", "Kerry Blane glanced tolerantly at his young companion, felt a nostalgic\n tug at his heart when he remembered the first time he had approached", "\"Orders are orders!\" Kerry Blane shrugged.\nHe swung the cruiser in a wide arc to the north, trebling the flying", "He climbed down the ladder, laid the guns aside, then reached up a\n hand to aid Kerry Blane's descent. Kerry Blane came down slowly and\n awkwardly, jumped the last few feet. He felt surprisingly light and\n strong in the lesser gravity.", "Kerry Blane walked the length of the cruiser, examining the slight\n damage done by the crash, evaluating the situation with a practiced\n gaze. He nodded slowly, retraced his steps, and stood looking at the\n furrow plowed in the sand.", "\"Damn!\" Kerry Blane swore briefly.\n\n\n There was an instant, terrific explosion of the stern jets, and the\n cruiser hurtled toward the beach like a gravity-crazed comet.", "Kerry Blane said absolutely nothing, his breath driven from him by the\n suck of inertia. His hands darted for the controls, seeking to balance", "Kerry Blane nodded, clambered to his feet, favoring his broken arm.\n He leaned over the control panel, inspecting the dials with a worried", "Finally, as a last resort so that he would not be thrown entirely\n aside, he had taken a desk job in the squadron offices. For six years\n he had dry-rotted there, waiting hopefully for the moment when his\n active services would be needed again.", "Kerry Blane yawned, settled back luxuriously. \"I'll tell you later,\" he", "\"\nMe!\nYou've got orders to take care of\nme\n?\" Kerry Blane choked\n incoherently for a moment, red tiding cholerically upward from his\n loosened collar.", "Kerry Blane spun the ship in a tight circle, sent it flashing to the\n west. His keen eyes lighted, when he finally made out the turtle-like", "Kerry Blane had flown every type of ship that rode in space. In the\n passing years, he had flight-tested almost every new experimental ship,", "Kerry Blane grinned, winced when he felt the dull ache in his body.\n\n\n \"I've had the bends before, and lived through them!\" he said, still\n weakly defiant.", "\"Seventy-eight!\" he remarked pleasantly.\n\n\n \"Seventy-eight what?\" Kerry Blane asked sullenly, the old twinkle\n beginning to light again deep in his eyes.", "Kerry Blane lit a cigarette, leaned toward a vision port. He felt again\n that thrill he had experienced when he had first flashed his single-man" ] ]

[ "What is the tone of the story?", "What would have happened if Dermott had worn the helmet instead of Casey?", "Which of the following is not a reason why Dermott makes Casey wear the helmet?", "How do most of the humans on Earth feel about Dameri Tass’s arrival?", "What is Dameri Tass so interested in animals?", "What misconception does Dameri Tass have about Earth that he learns is untrue?", "What would happen to Dameri Tass if he took Earth’s animals off planet?", "What causes Dameri Tass’s face’s color to change?", "What is ironic about Dameri Tass’s visit?", "Why is Dameri’s interest in horseback riding important?" ]

[ [ "Foreboding", "Solemn", "Cynical", "Humorous" ], [ "Dameri Tass would have turned violent and attacked them", "Dameri Tass would not have spoken with a thick Irish accent", "Dameri Tass would not have been interested in the horse", "Dameri Tass would have realized he had landed on an uncivilized planet" ], [ "He wants to humor the alien while they wait for reinforcements", "He thinks Casey is the smarter of the two officers and will be able to dismantle the helmet", "He believes he is making the most efficient decision to protect the citizens of New York State", "He doesn’t want to wear it himself" ], [ "They fear he wants to wipe out human civilization", "They are apathetic to the news of his arrival", "They are concerned that the Americans will kill him", "They are eager to learn from him" ], [ "He wants to befriend the animals because he thinks they will help him find his way home", "His job is to collect animals from other planets for a zoo", "He is interested in animals because they are in Casey’s memories", "He hunts animals from other planets as food" ], [ "He thinks that Earth is an uncivilized planet", "He thinks that humans have been trying to contact his planet", "He thinks that Earth is part of the Galactic League", "He thinks that horses are the most advanced beings on Earth" ], [ "He would lose his reputation", "He would be hailed as a hero", "President McCord would accuse him of stealing", "He would feel bad for the animals" ], [ "The color changes when he is speaking different languages", "The color changes to camouflage him", "The color changes based on the emotions he feels", "The color changes depending on if he is awake or asleep" ], [ "He came to Earth to collect animals, but he does not leave with any", "He has only come to the planet to inform them that Galactic League will be destroying it", "The humans hope he will tell them how to improve their civilization, but he came to the planet by mistake", "No one can understand what he is saying because he speaks in a heavy Irish accent" ], [ "It reveals how something that is mundane to one person can be astonishing to another", "It shows how primitive the alien’s technology is", "It shows that he is only interested in pack animals", "It reveals that he views horses as the reason why Earth is still uncivilized" ] ]

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[ [ "A longing expression came over\n his highly colored face. \"Jist one\n thing,\" he said. \"Faith now, were\n they pullin' my leg when they said\n you were after ridin' on the back of\n those things?\"", "\"That's what they think,\" Larry\n yelled, \"and the governor is on his\n way. We're to do everything possible\n short of violence to keep this\n character here. Humor him, Tim!\"", "But now the alien's purplish face\n faded to a light blue. He stood and\n said hoarsely. \"Faith, an' what was\n that last you said?\"", "The others drew back, out of\n range of the expected blast, and\n watched, each with his own\n thoughts, as the first visitor from", "\"Hey, hold it,\" Dermott said anxiously.\n He was beginning to feel\n like a character in a shaggy dog\n story.", "Dameri Tass sighed ecstatically.\n \"And jist what is a horse, if I may\n be so bold as to be askin'?\"\n\n\n \"It's an animal you ride on.\"", "with him until morning. Well—he\n didn't awaken in the morning,\n nor the next. Six days later, fearing\n something was wrong we woke\n him.\"", "The alien tore his gaze from the\n animal to look his disbelief at the\n other. \"Are you after meanin' that\n you climb upon the crature's back\n and ride him? Faith now, quit your\n blarney.\"", "The patrolmen followed his stare.\n \"It's a horse. What else?\"\n\n\n \"A horse?\"", "The face of the alien went a\n lighter blue. \"Sure, an' ye wouldn't\n jist be frightenin' a body, would", "shrieked and sat down on the\n stubble and grass of the field. \"Begorra,\"\n he yelped, \"I've been murthered!\"", "The alien's face faded a light\n blue again. \"Faith, an' I'd almost\n forgotten,\" he said. \"If I'd taken", "Viljalmar Andersen\n felt that\n he must say something. He extended\n a detaining hand. \"Now you\n are here,\" he said urgently, \"even", "The President looked at the woebegone\n nag. \"It's a horse,\" he said,\n surprised. \"Man has been riding\n them for centuries.\"", "Things were moving fast for\n President McCord but already an\n edge of relief was manifesting itself.\n Taking the initiative, he said, \"Of", "The alien stooped down and\n flicked a switch on the little box.\n It hummed gently. Tim Casey suddenly", "Dameri Tass rubbed a blue-nailed\n pink hand down his purplish countenance\n and yawned again. \"Gorra\n manigan horp soratium,\" he said.", "Interest in the horse was ended\n with the sudden arrival of a helicopter.\n It swooped down on the\n field and settled within twenty feet", "\"What happened?\" Sir Alfred\n asked.\n\n\n The President showed embarrassment.\n \"He used some rather ripe\n Irish profanity on us, rolled over,\n and went back to sleep.\"", "\"Glork is right,\" Dermott swallowed.\n\n\n Tim Casey closed his mouth with\n an effort. \"Do you mind the color\n of his face?\" he blurted." ], [ "Dameri Tass shrugged. \"Faith, an'\n why not? As I was after sayin', I\n shared the kerit helmet with Tim\n Casey.\"", "with him,\" he said. \"Evidently the\n bhoy has niver been a-wearin' of\n a kerit helmet afore. 'Twill hurt\n him not at all.\"", "Muttering his protests, Casey\n lifted it gingerly and placed it on\n his head. Not feeling any immediate\n effect, he said, \"There, 'tis satisfied\n ye are now, I'm supposin'.\"", "Patrolman Dermott and Patrolman\n Casey shot stares at each other.\n \"'Tis double talk he's after givin'\n us,\" Casey said.", "\"Faith, an' do I look balmy?\"\n Casey told him. \"I wouldn't be\n puttin' that dingus on my head for\n all the colleens in Ireland.\"", "\"Glork is right,\" Dermott swallowed.\n\n\n Tim Casey closed his mouth with\n an effort. \"Do you mind the color\n of his face?\" he blurted.", "While the patrolmen watched\n him, he set the box on the ground,\n twirled two dials and put one of the\n caps on his head. He offered the\n other to Larry Dermott; his desire\n was obvious.", "\"Hey!\" Casey protested, but his\n fellow minion had left.\n\n\n \"Mandaia,\" Dameri Tass told\n Casey, holding out the metal cap.", "Tim Casey got to his feet indignantly.\n \"I'm after resentin' that,\n Larry Dermott. Sure, an' the way\n we talk in Ireland is—\"", "\"Yes, sir,\" Dermott said. \"He\n had some kind of a machine. He\n put it over Tim's head and seconds\n later he could talk.\"\n\n\n \"Nonsense!\" the general snapped.", "He looked at the horse again,\n then down at his equipment. \"Begorra,\"\n he muttered, \"I'll share the\n kerit helmet with the crature.\"", "\"Mandaia,\" Dameri Tass\n snapped, pushing the cap into\n Casey's reluctant hands.", "Patrolman Dermott glared at him\n unbelievingly. \"You learned the\n language just by sticking that Rube\n Goldberg deal on Tim's head?\"\n\n\n \"Sure, an' why not?\"", "Tim Casey closed his eyes and\n groaned. \"Humor him, he's after\n sayin'. Orders it is.\" He shouted", "\"Hey, hold it,\" Dermott said anxiously.\n He was beginning to feel\n like a character in a shaggy dog\n story.", "Dameri Tass removed the metal\n cap from his own head. \"Sure, an'\n nothin' is after bein' the matter", "Trained to grasp a situation and\n immediately respond in manner best\n suited to protect the welfare of the\n people of New York State, Dermott\n cleared his throat and said, \"Tim,\n take over while I report.\"", "\"You can\n talk!\" Dermott\n blurted, skidding to a stop.", "Casey and Dermott snapped them\n a salute.", "Dermott called from the car,\n \"Tim, the captain says to humor\n this guy. We're to keep him here\n until the officials arrive.\"" ], [ "with him,\" he said. \"Evidently the\n bhoy has niver been a-wearin' of\n a kerit helmet afore. 'Twill hurt\n him not at all.\"", "Dameri Tass shrugged. \"Faith, an'\n why not? As I was after sayin', I\n shared the kerit helmet with Tim\n Casey.\"", "Muttering his protests, Casey\n lifted it gingerly and placed it on\n his head. Not feeling any immediate\n effect, he said, \"There, 'tis satisfied\n ye are now, I'm supposin'.\"", "Patrolman Dermott and Patrolman\n Casey shot stares at each other.\n \"'Tis double talk he's after givin'\n us,\" Casey said.", "\"Faith, an' do I look balmy?\"\n Casey told him. \"I wouldn't be\n puttin' that dingus on my head for\n all the colleens in Ireland.\"", "\"Glork is right,\" Dermott swallowed.\n\n\n Tim Casey closed his mouth with\n an effort. \"Do you mind the color\n of his face?\" he blurted.", "\"Hey!\" Casey protested, but his\n fellow minion had left.\n\n\n \"Mandaia,\" Dameri Tass told\n Casey, holding out the metal cap.", "While the patrolmen watched\n him, he set the box on the ground,\n twirled two dials and put one of the\n caps on his head. He offered the\n other to Larry Dermott; his desire\n was obvious.", "\"Mandaia,\" Dameri Tass\n snapped, pushing the cap into\n Casey's reluctant hands.", "Patrolman Dermott glared at him\n unbelievingly. \"You learned the\n language just by sticking that Rube\n Goldberg deal on Tim's head?\"\n\n\n \"Sure, an' why not?\"", "Tim Casey closed his eyes and\n groaned. \"Humor him, he's after\n sayin'. Orders it is.\" He shouted", "Dermott called from the car,\n \"Tim, the captain says to humor\n this guy. We're to keep him here\n until the officials arrive.\"", "Tim Casey got to his feet indignantly.\n \"I'm after resentin' that,\n Larry Dermott. Sure, an' the way\n we talk in Ireland is—\"", "He looked at the horse again,\n then down at his equipment. \"Begorra,\"\n he muttered, \"I'll share the\n kerit helmet with the crature.\"", "\"Yes, sir,\" Dermott said. \"He\n had some kind of a machine. He\n put it over Tim's head and seconds\n later he could talk.\"\n\n\n \"Nonsense!\" the general snapped.", "\"Hey, hold it,\" Dermott said anxiously.\n He was beginning to feel\n like a character in a shaggy dog\n story.", "Dameri Tass removed the metal\n cap from his own head. \"Sure, an'\n nothin' is after bein' the matter", "Patrolman Dermott shook his\n head. \"They're gettin' queerer looking\n every year. Get a load of it—no\n wheels, no propeller, no cockpit.\"", "Casey and Dermott snapped them\n a salute.", "\"Mandaia,\" the stranger said\n impatiently.\n\n\n \"Bejasus,\" Casey snorted, \"ye\n can't—\"" ], [ "from the stars, the majority of\n Earth had decided that Dameri\n Tass was the plenipotentiary of a\n super-civilization which had been", "problems besetting us—social, economic,\n scientific—had been solved\n by the super-civilization. Obviously,\n then, Dameri Tass had come, an", "Dameri Tass grimaced, turned\n and reentered his spacecraft to\n emerge in half a minute with his", "A circular door slid open at that\n point and Dameri Tass stepped out,\n yawning. He spotted them, smiled\n and said, \"Glork.\"\n\n\n They gaped at him.", "And nine-tenths of the population\n of Earth stood ready and willing\n to be guided. The other tenth\n liked things as they were and were", "Dameri Tass held his head in his\n hands and groaned. \"An envoy, he's\n sayin', and meself only a second-rate\n collector of specimens for the Carthis\n zoo.\"", "The general muttered something\n under his breath. Then, \"When the\n governor arrives, let me know;\n otherwise, nobody gets through!\"\n\n\n Dameri Tass said, \"Faith, and\n what goes on?\"", "\"Sure, and it's quite a reception\n I'm after gettin',\" Dameri Tass said.", "Dameri Tass shook off the restraining\n hand. \"Do I look daft?\n Begorry, I should have been", "Dameri Tass sighed ecstatically.\n \"And jist what is a horse, if I may\n be so bold as to be askin'?\"\n\n\n \"It's an animal you ride on.\"", "Dameri Tass rubbed a blue-nailed\n pink hand down his purplish countenance\n and yawned again. \"Gorra\n manigan horp soratium,\" he said.", "viewing developments on this planet\n with misgivings. It was thought\n this other civilization had advanced\n greatly beyond Earth's and that the", "The others drew back, out of\n range of the expected blast, and\n watched, each with his own\n thoughts, as the first visitor from", "Dameri Tass interrupted, pointing\n to a bedraggled horse that had\n made its way to within fifty feet of\n the vessel. \"Now what could that\n be after bein'?\"", "Obviously he was from some civilization\n far beyond that of Earth's.\n That was the rub. No matter what\n he said, it would shake governments,\n possibly overthrow social systems,\n perhaps even destroy established religious\n concepts.", "Viljalmar Andersen repeated,\n \"We will now hear from the first\n being ever to come to Earth from\n another world.\"", "He turned and gestured to Dameri\n Tass who hadn't been paying\n overmuch attention to the chairman\n in view of some dog and cat\n hostilities that had been developing\n about his feet.", "Dameri Tass shook his head.\n \"Sure, an' 'twould've been my\n makin' if I could've taken one back\n to Carthis.\" He entered his vessel.", "decal\n.\"\nDameri Tass\n was hurried, via\n helicopter, to Washington. There\n he disappeared for several days,", "Viljalmar Andersen faced the\n thousands in the audience and held\n up his hands, but it was ten minutes\n before he was able to quiet the\n cheering, stamping delegates from\n all Earth." ], [ "Dameri Tass sighed ecstatically.\n \"And jist what is a horse, if I may\n be so bold as to be askin'?\"\n\n\n \"It's an animal you ride on.\"", "He turned and gestured to Dameri\n Tass who hadn't been paying\n overmuch attention to the chairman\n in view of some dog and cat\n hostilities that had been developing\n about his feet.", "Dameri Tass interrupted, pointing\n to a bedraggled horse that had\n made its way to within fifty feet of\n the vessel. \"Now what could that\n be after bein'?\"", "Dameri Tass shook off the restraining\n hand. \"Do I look daft?\n Begorry, I should have been", "Dameri Tass held his head in his\n hands and groaned. \"An envoy, he's\n sayin', and meself only a second-rate\n collector of specimens for the Carthis\n zoo.\"", "Surrounded by F.B.I. men,\n Dameri Tass was ushered to the\n speaker's stand. He had a kitten in\n his arms; a Scotty followed him.", "Dameri Tass rubbed a blue-nailed\n pink hand down his purplish countenance\n and yawned again. \"Gorra\n manigan horp soratium,\" he said.", "A circular door slid open at that\n point and Dameri Tass stepped out,\n yawning. He spotted them, smiled\n and said, \"Glork.\"\n\n\n They gaped at him.", "\"Sure, and it's quite a reception\n I'm after gettin',\" Dameri Tass said.", "Dameri Tass frowned. \"Harama?\"\n he asked.", "The President was defensive. \"He\n had to have some occupation, and\n he seems to be particularly interested\n in our animal life. He wanted", "Dameri Tass grimaced, turned\n and reentered his spacecraft to\n emerge in half a minute with his", "Dameri Tass removed the metal\n cap from his own head. \"Sure, an'\n nothin' is after bein' the matter", "Dameri Tass shook his head.\n \"Sure, an' 'twould've been my\n makin' if I could've taken one back\n to Carthis.\" He entered his vessel.", "decal\n.\"\nDameri Tass\n was hurried, via\n helicopter, to Washington. There\n he disappeared for several days,", "Dameri Tass shrugged. \"Faith, an'\n why not? As I was after sayin', I\n shared the kerit helmet with Tim\n Casey.\"", "The general muttered something\n under his breath. Then, \"When the\n governor arrives, let me know;\n otherwise, nobody gets through!\"\n\n\n Dameri Tass said, \"Faith, and\n what goes on?\"", "\"Cushlamachree,\" Dameri Tass\n moaned. \"I've gone and put me\n foot in it again. I'll be after getting\nkert\nfor this.\"", "from the stars, the majority of\n Earth had decided that Dameri\n Tass was the plenipotentiary of a\n super-civilization which had been", "problems besetting us—social, economic,\n scientific—had been solved\n by the super-civilization. Obviously,\n then, Dameri Tass had come, an" ], [ "from the stars, the majority of\n Earth had decided that Dameri\n Tass was the plenipotentiary of a\n super-civilization which had been", "Dameri Tass grimaced, turned\n and reentered his spacecraft to\n emerge in half a minute with his", "Dameri Tass sighed ecstatically.\n \"And jist what is a horse, if I may\n be so bold as to be askin'?\"\n\n\n \"It's an animal you ride on.\"", "Dameri Tass held his head in his\n hands and groaned. \"An envoy, he's\n sayin', and meself only a second-rate\n collector of specimens for the Carthis\n zoo.\"", "problems besetting us—social, economic,\n scientific—had been solved\n by the super-civilization. Obviously,\n then, Dameri Tass had come, an", "Dameri Tass shook off the restraining\n hand. \"Do I look daft?\n Begorry, I should have been", "A circular door slid open at that\n point and Dameri Tass stepped out,\n yawning. He spotted them, smiled\n and said, \"Glork.\"\n\n\n They gaped at him.", "Dameri Tass shook his head.\n \"Sure, an' 'twould've been my\n makin' if I could've taken one back\n to Carthis.\" He entered his vessel.", "Dameri Tass interrupted, pointing\n to a bedraggled horse that had\n made its way to within fifty feet of\n the vessel. \"Now what could that\n be after bein'?\"", "Dameri Tass rubbed a blue-nailed\n pink hand down his purplish countenance\n and yawned again. \"Gorra\n manigan horp soratium,\" he said.", "Obviously he was from some civilization\n far beyond that of Earth's.\n That was the rub. No matter what\n he said, it would shake governments,\n possibly overthrow social systems,\n perhaps even destroy established religious\n concepts.", "Dameri Tass removed the metal\n cap from his own head. \"Sure, an'\n nothin' is after bein' the matter", "The general muttered something\n under his breath. Then, \"When the\n governor arrives, let me know;\n otherwise, nobody gets through!\"\n\n\n Dameri Tass said, \"Faith, and\n what goes on?\"", "decal\n.\"\nDameri Tass\n was hurried, via\n helicopter, to Washington. There\n he disappeared for several days,", "Dameri Tass shrugged. \"Faith, an'\n why not? As I was after sayin', I\n shared the kerit helmet with Tim\n Casey.\"", "Dameri Tass frowned. \"Harama?\"\n he asked.", "He turned and gestured to Dameri\n Tass who hadn't been paying\n overmuch attention to the chairman\n in view of some dog and cat\n hostilities that had been developing\n about his feet.", "\"Sure, and it's quite a reception\n I'm after gettin',\" Dameri Tass said.", "viewing developments on this planet\n with misgivings. It was thought\n this other civilization had advanced\n greatly beyond Earth's and that the", "Viljalmar Andersen repeated,\n \"We will now hear from the first\n being ever to come to Earth from\n another world.\"" ], [ "from the stars, the majority of\n Earth had decided that Dameri\n Tass was the plenipotentiary of a\n super-civilization which had been", "Dameri Tass held his head in his\n hands and groaned. \"An envoy, he's\n sayin', and meself only a second-rate\n collector of specimens for the Carthis\n zoo.\"", "Dameri Tass sighed ecstatically.\n \"And jist what is a horse, if I may\n be so bold as to be askin'?\"\n\n\n \"It's an animal you ride on.\"", "Dameri Tass shook his head.\n \"Sure, an' 'twould've been my\n makin' if I could've taken one back\n to Carthis.\" He entered his vessel.", "Dameri Tass shook off the restraining\n hand. \"Do I look daft?\n Begorry, I should have been", "Dameri Tass grimaced, turned\n and reentered his spacecraft to\n emerge in half a minute with his", "Dameri Tass interrupted, pointing\n to a bedraggled horse that had\n made its way to within fifty feet of\n the vessel. \"Now what could that\n be after bein'?\"", "He turned and gestured to Dameri\n Tass who hadn't been paying\n overmuch attention to the chairman\n in view of some dog and cat\n hostilities that had been developing\n about his feet.", "problems besetting us—social, economic,\n scientific—had been solved\n by the super-civilization. Obviously,\n then, Dameri Tass had come, an", "A circular door slid open at that\n point and Dameri Tass stepped out,\n yawning. He spotted them, smiled\n and said, \"Glork.\"\n\n\n They gaped at him.", "Dameri Tass shrugged. \"Faith, an'\n why not? As I was after sayin', I\n shared the kerit helmet with Tim\n Casey.\"", "Dameri Tass rubbed a blue-nailed\n pink hand down his purplish countenance\n and yawned again. \"Gorra\n manigan horp soratium,\" he said.", "He scurried from the car and\n toward the spacecraft.\n\n\n President McCord said, \"You've\n forgotten your pets. We would be\n glad if you would accept them as—\"", "Surrounded by F.B.I. men,\n Dameri Tass was ushered to the\n speaker's stand. He had a kitten in\n his arms; a Scotty followed him.", "Dameri Tass removed the metal\n cap from his own head. \"Sure, an'\n nothin' is after bein' the matter", "The alien tore his gaze from the\n animal to look his disbelief at the\n other. \"Are you after meanin' that\n you climb upon the crature's back\n and ride him? Faith now, quit your\n blarney.\"", "decal\n.\"\nDameri Tass\n was hurried, via\n helicopter, to Washington. There\n he disappeared for several days,", "a crature from this quarantined\n planet, my name'd be\nnork\n. Keep\n your dog and your kitty.\" He shook", "Obviously he was from some civilization\n far beyond that of Earth's.\n That was the rub. No matter what\n he said, it would shake governments,\n possibly overthrow social systems,\n perhaps even destroy established religious\n concepts.", "The general muttered something\n under his breath. Then, \"When the\n governor arrives, let me know;\n otherwise, nobody gets through!\"\n\n\n Dameri Tass said, \"Faith, and\n what goes on?\"" ], [ "Dameri Tass shook off the restraining\n hand. \"Do I look daft?\n Begorry, I should have been", "Dameri Tass rubbed a blue-nailed\n pink hand down his purplish countenance\n and yawned again. \"Gorra\n manigan horp soratium,\" he said.", "Dameri Tass grimaced, turned\n and reentered his spacecraft to\n emerge in half a minute with his", "He turned and gestured to Dameri\n Tass who hadn't been paying\n overmuch attention to the chairman\n in view of some dog and cat\n hostilities that had been developing\n about his feet.", "Dameri Tass interrupted, pointing\n to a bedraggled horse that had\n made its way to within fifty feet of\n the vessel. \"Now what could that\n be after bein'?\"", "Dameri Tass frowned. \"Harama?\"\n he asked.", "A circular door slid open at that\n point and Dameri Tass stepped out,\n yawning. He spotted them, smiled\n and said, \"Glork.\"\n\n\n They gaped at him.", "Dameri Tass sighed ecstatically.\n \"And jist what is a horse, if I may\n be so bold as to be askin'?\"\n\n\n \"It's an animal you ride on.\"", "Dameri Tass held his head in his\n hands and groaned. \"An envoy, he's\n sayin', and meself only a second-rate\n collector of specimens for the Carthis\n zoo.\"", "\"Glork is right,\" Dermott swallowed.\n\n\n Tim Casey closed his mouth with\n an effort. \"Do you mind the color\n of his face?\" he blurted.", "\"Mandaia,\" Dameri Tass\n snapped, pushing the cap into\n Casey's reluctant hands.", "The general muttered something\n under his breath. Then, \"When the\n governor arrives, let me know;\n otherwise, nobody gets through!\"\n\n\n Dameri Tass said, \"Faith, and\n what goes on?\"", "But now the alien's purplish face\n faded to a light blue. He stood and\n said hoarsely. \"Faith, an' what was\n that last you said?\"", "Dameri Tass removed the metal\n cap from his own head. \"Sure, an'\n nothin' is after bein' the matter", "Dameri Tass shook his head.\n \"Sure, an' 'twould've been my\n makin' if I could've taken one back\n to Carthis.\" He entered his vessel.", "decal\n.\"\nDameri Tass\n was hurried, via\n helicopter, to Washington. There\n he disappeared for several days,", "\"Cushlamachree,\" Dameri Tass\n moaned. \"I've gone and put me\n foot in it again. I'll be after getting\nkert\nfor this.\"", "Dameri Tass shrugged. \"Faith, an'\n why not? As I was after sayin', I\n shared the kerit helmet with Tim\n Casey.\"", "\"Sure, and it's quite a reception\n I'm after gettin',\" Dameri Tass said.", "Surrounded by F.B.I. men,\n Dameri Tass was ushered to the\n speaker's stand. He had a kitten in\n his arms; a Scotty followed him." ], [ "Dameri Tass shook off the restraining\n hand. \"Do I look daft?\n Begorry, I should have been", "He turned and gestured to Dameri\n Tass who hadn't been paying\n overmuch attention to the chairman\n in view of some dog and cat\n hostilities that had been developing\n about his feet.", "Dameri Tass sighed ecstatically.\n \"And jist what is a horse, if I may\n be so bold as to be askin'?\"\n\n\n \"It's an animal you ride on.\"", "Dameri Tass interrupted, pointing\n to a bedraggled horse that had\n made its way to within fifty feet of\n the vessel. \"Now what could that\n be after bein'?\"", "Dameri Tass grimaced, turned\n and reentered his spacecraft to\n emerge in half a minute with his", "The general muttered something\n under his breath. Then, \"When the\n governor arrives, let me know;\n otherwise, nobody gets through!\"\n\n\n Dameri Tass said, \"Faith, and\n what goes on?\"", "Dameri Tass held his head in his\n hands and groaned. \"An envoy, he's\n sayin', and meself only a second-rate\n collector of specimens for the Carthis\n zoo.\"", "\"Sure, and it's quite a reception\n I'm after gettin',\" Dameri Tass said.", "A circular door slid open at that\n point and Dameri Tass stepped out,\n yawning. He spotted them, smiled\n and said, \"Glork.\"\n\n\n They gaped at him.", "Dameri Tass rubbed a blue-nailed\n pink hand down his purplish countenance\n and yawned again. \"Gorra\n manigan horp soratium,\" he said.", "problems besetting us—social, economic,\n scientific—had been solved\n by the super-civilization. Obviously,\n then, Dameri Tass had come, an", "Dameri Tass removed the metal\n cap from his own head. \"Sure, an'\n nothin' is after bein' the matter", "decal\n.\"\nDameri Tass\n was hurried, via\n helicopter, to Washington. There\n he disappeared for several days,", "Surrounded by F.B.I. men,\n Dameri Tass was ushered to the\n speaker's stand. He had a kitten in\n his arms; a Scotty followed him.", "Dameri Tass frowned. \"Harama?\"\n he asked.", "Dameri Tass shook his head.\n \"Sure, an' 'twould've been my\n makin' if I could've taken one back\n to Carthis.\" He entered his vessel.", "\"Cushlamachree,\" Dameri Tass\n moaned. \"I've gone and put me\n foot in it again. I'll be after getting\nkert\nfor this.\"", "Dameri Tass shrugged. \"Faith, an'\n why not? As I was after sayin', I\n shared the kerit helmet with Tim\n Casey.\"", "from the stars, the majority of\n Earth had decided that Dameri\n Tass was the plenipotentiary of a\n super-civilization which had been", "\"Mandaia,\" Dameri Tass\n snapped, pushing the cap into\n Casey's reluctant hands." ], [ "Dameri Tass sighed ecstatically.\n \"And jist what is a horse, if I may\n be so bold as to be askin'?\"\n\n\n \"It's an animal you ride on.\"", "Dameri Tass interrupted, pointing\n to a bedraggled horse that had\n made its way to within fifty feet of\n the vessel. \"Now what could that\n be after bein'?\"", "a horse but compromised for the\n others. I understand he insists all\n three of them come with him wherever\n he goes.\"", "Larry Dermott looked again, just\n to make sure. \"Yeah—not much of\n a horse, but a horse.\"", "He turned and gestured to Dameri\n Tass who hadn't been paying\n overmuch attention to the chairman\n in view of some dog and cat\n hostilities that had been developing\n about his feet.", "Dameri Tass shook off the restraining\n hand. \"Do I look daft?\n Begorry, I should have been", "Dameri Tass rubbed a blue-nailed\n pink hand down his purplish countenance\n and yawned again. \"Gorra\n manigan horp soratium,\" he said.", "Interest in the horse was ended\n with the sudden arrival of a helicopter.\n It swooped down on the\n field and settled within twenty feet", "The President looked at the woebegone\n nag. \"It's a horse,\" he said,\n surprised. \"Man has been riding\n them for centuries.\"", "The patrolmen followed his stare.\n \"It's a horse. What else?\"\n\n\n \"A horse?\"", "They followed him to the spacecraft.\n Just before entering, he spotted\n the bedraggled horse that had\n been present on his landing.", "Dameri Tass grimaced, turned\n and reentered his spacecraft to\n emerge in half a minute with his", "A longing expression came over\n his highly colored face. \"Jist one\n thing,\" he said. \"Faith now, were\n they pullin' my leg when they said\n you were after ridin' on the back of\n those things?\"", "Dameri Tass shook his head.\n \"Sure, an' 'twould've been my\n makin' if I could've taken one back\n to Carthis.\" He entered his vessel.", "The alien tore his gaze from the\n animal to look his disbelief at the\n other. \"Are you after meanin' that\n you climb upon the crature's back\n and ride him? Faith now, quit your\n blarney.\"", "\"Sure, and it's quite a reception\n I'm after gettin',\" Dameri Tass said.", "A circular door slid open at that\n point and Dameri Tass stepped out,\n yawning. He spotted them, smiled\n and said, \"Glork.\"\n\n\n They gaped at him.", "decal\n.\"\nDameri Tass\n was hurried, via\n helicopter, to Washington. There\n he disappeared for several days,", "Surrounded by F.B.I. men,\n Dameri Tass was ushered to the\n speaker's stand. He had a kitten in\n his arms; a Scotty followed him.", "Dameri Tass held his head in his\n hands and groaned. \"An envoy, he's\n sayin', and meself only a second-rate\n collector of specimens for the Carthis\n zoo.\"" ] ]

[ "What is Jorgenson's internal conflict at the beginning of the story?", "Why is the Grand Panjandrum called the Never-Mistaken?", "Why does Jorgenson contradict the Grand Panajandrum?", "How do the Thrid view their leader?", "What is the best adjective to describe Thriddar's society?", "Why does Ganti allow the governor to steal his wife?", "How does the Grand Panjandrum punish Jorgenson?", "Why is Jorgenson allowed to speak to Ganti?", "What is the most important value in Thrid culture?", "What will happen if Jorgenson and Ganti's plan fails?" ]

[ [ "He wants to leave Thriddar, but his business is too lucrative for him to abandon", "He wants to give his trading post to the Grand Pajandrum, but if he does he risks losing his friendship with Ganti", "He wants to make money from the Thrid, but doing so means he must condemn his friend Ganti", "He wants to act like a rational businessman but he feels angry at the injustices of Thriddar's society" ], [ "He is never mistaken because he is a totalitarian ruler who uses force to get what he wants", "He is never mistaken because he refuses to speak, so he can never utter something untrue", "The title Never-Mistaken is just a formality to show how much wisdom the leader has", "He is never mistaken because he has supernatural powers that allow him to see into the future" ], [ "He contradicts him because he thinks the Grand Panjandrum is just joking around", "He contradicts him by accident because he does not know Thrid's culture well", "He contradicts him because he simply can't abide the injustice of the situation, despite knowing that he will face negative consequences", "He contradicts him because he is already scheduled to leave the planet that day so it doesn't matter if he angers the Thrid's leader" ], [ "They view their leader as flawed, but competent ruler", "They view their leader is infallible", "They view their leader as an unjust tyrant", "They view their leader as a fool" ], [ "Libertarian", "Feudal", "Authoritarian", "Democratic" ], [ "He doesn't really care much about his wife", "He thinks that the governor will give him a promotion", "He thinks that his wife will be happier with the governor", "He thinks that the governor cannot be wrong" ], [ "He banishes him to a deserted island with no other inhabitants", "He kills him with a ceremonial spear", "He exiles him to a deserted island with one other prisoner", "He sends him to an overcrowded prison" ], [ "Ganti is his court-designated lawyer", "Ganti is a theologian, so he is supposed to re-educate Jorgenson to believe in the Thrid's religion", "Ganti has also disobeyed orders, so he is not considered a rational creature", "Ganti has lost his mind on the island, so he is not considered a rational creature" ], [ "Obedience", "Honesty", "Kindness", "Courage" ], [ "They will commit suicide together", "They will fight each other to the death ", "They will beg for forgiveness and be accepted back into Thrid's society", "They will starve to death from a lack of supplies" ] ]

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[ [ "The real trouble was that Jorgenson saw things as a business man does.\n But also, and contradictorily, he saw them as right and just, or as", "Jorgenson dozed lightly. Then more heavily. Then more heavily still.\n The night was not two hours old when the warning sirens made a terrific", "Jorgenson, boiling inside, nevertheless knew what he was doing. He said\n succinctly:\n\n\n \"Like hell you will!\"", "Now that the new Grand Panjandrum had moved against him, Jorgenson made\n an angry, dogged resolution to do something permanent to make matters\n better. For the Thrid themselves. Here he thought not as a business", "said he wanted to do something, he did. He couldn't quite grasp the\n contrary idea. But he moped horribly, and Jorgenson talked sardonically", "is impossible, even when they talk about escape. They could have been\n discussing a matter that would not affect either of them. But Jorgenson\n quivered inside. He hoped.", "It was not wise to be moved by such sympathetic feelings. The Grand\n Panjandrum could not be mistaken. It was definitely unwise to\n contradict him. It could even be dangerous. Jorgenson was in a nasty\n spot.", "walked.\nIf Jorgenson had been only a businessman, it would have had no\n particular meaning. But he was also a person, filled with hatred of", "to face by any rational being.\"\nThe high official rolled up the scroll, while Jorgenson exploded inside.\nA part of this was reaction as a business man. A part was recognition", "He did. By the time the copter came to drop food and water again,\n Jorgenson was physically adjusted to the island. But neither as a\n business man or as a person could he adjust to hopelessness.", "Witnesses, some even losing their headgear in their haste to get away.\nJorgenson stamped into the trading-post building. His eyes were stormy\n and his jaw was set.", "gave the loot back. Then the trading could resume. But Jorgenson didn't\n feel only like a business man this morning. He thought of Ganti, who", "of all the intolerable things that the Thrid took as a matter of\n course. If Jorgenson had reacted solely as a business man he'd have", "\"He also said,\" said Jorgenson irritably, \"that I'm to vanish and\n nevermore be seen face to face by any rational being. How does that\n happen? Do I get speared?\"", "Jorgenson laid the matter indignantly before him, repeating the exact\n phrases that said the trading company wanted—wanted!—practically to", "He was calm about it. Only a Thrid would have been so calm. But they've\n had at least hundreds of generations in which to get used to injustice.\n He accepted it. But Jorgenson frowned.", "His calmness sobered Jorgenson. As a business man, he was moved to make\n his situation clear. He told Ganti of the Grand Panjandrum's move to", "Jorgenson glowered. That was his reaction as a person. Then he gestured\n to the cave around him. There was a pile of dried-out seaweed for\n sleeping purposes.\n\n\n \"And this?\"", "and Thrid. He knew a great many. The soft throbbing of the steam-driven\n rotors went on, and Jorgenson swore both as a business man and a\n humanitarian. Both were frustrated.", "Jorgenson realized that they talked oddly. They spoke with leisurely\n lack of haste, with the lack of hope normal to prisoners to whom escape" ], [ "give itself to the Never-Mistaken Glen-U, who was the Grand Panjandrum\n of Thriddar. He waited to be told that it couldn't have happened; that", "\"This,\" he raged, \"this is crazy! The Grand Panjandrum's an ordinary\n Thrid just like you are! Of course he can make a mistake! There's\n nobody who can't be wrong!\"", "Then he knew what had happened. He'd committed The unthinkable\n crime—or lunacy—of declaring the Grand Panjandrum mistaken. So by the", "He reflected with grim pleasure that the Grand Panjandrum would soon\n be in the position of a Thrid whom everybody knew was mistaken. With", "The high official looked at him in utter stupefaction. Nobody\n contradicted the Grand Panjandrum! Nobody! The Thrid had noticed long", "no Thrid official ever made a mistake. In particular the great and\n Never-Mistaken Glen-U could not conceivably blunder! When he said a", "pale. He stammered agitatedly that if the Grand Panjandrum said it, it\n was true. It couldn't be otherwise! If the trading company wanted to", "Now it was evidently to be arranged that he would never again be seen\n face to face by a rational being. The Grand Panjandrum had won the", "\"On this day,\" intoned the high official, while the Witnesses\n listened reverently, \"on this day did Glen-U the Never-Mistaken, as", "Panjandrum. They were not imposing. They were scared. Everybody is\n always scared under an absolute ruler, but the Grand Panjandrum was", "It was not wise to be moved by such sympathetic feelings. The Grand\n Panjandrum could not be mistaken. It was definitely unwise to\n contradict him. It could even be dangerous. Jorgenson was in a nasty\n spot.", "\"You declared the great and Never-Mistaken Glen-U mistaken. This could\n not be. It proved you either a criminal or insane, because no rational", "\"The great and Never-Mistaken Glen-U,\" intoned the official again,\n \"in the presence of the governors and the rulers of the universe, did", "give itself to him, there was nothing to be done. It wanted to! The\n Grand Panjandrum had said so!", "from his voluminous garments. Jorgenson saw the glint of gold and was\n suspicious at once. The words of a current Grand Panjandrum were always", "This morning was especially beyond the limit. There was a new Grand\n Panjandrum—the term was Jorgenson's own for the supreme ruler over", "the trading-post denied him and Jorgenson still visible, he'd be\n notoriously wrong. And he couldn't be, and still be Grand Panjandrum!", "have been his predecessors throughout the ages;—on this day did the\n Never-Mistaken Glen-U speak and say and observe a truth in the presence\n of the governors and the rulers of the universe.\"", "His calmness sobered Jorgenson. As a business man, he was moved to make\n his situation clear. He told Ganti of the Grand Panjandrum's move to", "man only, but as a humanitarian. As both. When a whim of the Grand\n Panjandrum could ruin a business, something should be done. And when" ], [ "It was not wise to be moved by such sympathetic feelings. The Grand\n Panjandrum could not be mistaken. It was definitely unwise to\n contradict him. It could even be dangerous. Jorgenson was in a nasty\n spot.", "His calmness sobered Jorgenson. As a business man, he was moved to make\n his situation clear. He told Ganti of the Grand Panjandrum's move to", "from his voluminous garments. Jorgenson saw the glint of gold and was\n suspicious at once. The words of a current Grand Panjandrum were always", "Now that the new Grand Panjandrum had moved against him, Jorgenson made\n an angry, dogged resolution to do something permanent to make matters\n better. For the Thrid themselves. Here he thought not as a business", "\"This,\" he raged, \"this is crazy! The Grand Panjandrum's an ordinary\n Thrid just like you are! Of course he can make a mistake! There's\n nobody who can't be wrong!\"", "Then he knew what had happened. He'd committed The unthinkable\n crime—or lunacy—of declaring the Grand Panjandrum mistaken. So by the", "This morning was especially beyond the limit. There was a new Grand\n Panjandrum—the term was Jorgenson's own for the supreme ruler over", "The high official looked at him in utter stupefaction. Nobody\n contradicted the Grand Panjandrum! Nobody! The Thrid had noticed long", "the trading-post denied him and Jorgenson still visible, he'd be\n notoriously wrong. And he couldn't be, and still be Grand Panjandrum!", "pale. He stammered agitatedly that if the Grand Panjandrum said it, it\n was true. It couldn't be otherwise! If the trading company wanted to", "He reflected with grim pleasure that the Grand Panjandrum would soon\n be in the position of a Thrid whom everybody knew was mistaken. With", "past Grand Panjandrums had spoken highly of the trading post. Jorgenson\n shouldn't have much to worry about. He waited. He thought of Ganti. He\n scowled.", "Jorgenson, boiling inside, nevertheless knew what he was doing. He said\n succinctly:\n\n\n \"Like hell you will!\"", "Jorgenson reflected sourly that the governors and the rulers of the\n universe were whoever happened to be within hearing of the Grand", "Jorgenson ground his teeth a second time.\n\n\n \"And just because they'd contradicted somebody who couldn't be wrong!\n Or because they had a business an official wanted!\"", "\"He also said,\" said Jorgenson irritably, \"that I'm to vanish and\n nevermore be seen face to face by any rational being. How does that\n happen? Do I get speared?\"", "give itself to the Never-Mistaken Glen-U, who was the Grand Panjandrum\n of Thriddar. He waited to be told that it couldn't have happened; that", "The real trouble was that Jorgenson saw things as a business man does.\n But also, and contradictorily, he saw them as right and just, or as", "Now it was evidently to be arranged that he would never again be seen\n face to face by a rational being. The Grand Panjandrum had won the", "Then he felt the bounds about his arms and legs being removed. Then a\n Thrid voice—amazingly, a familiar Thrid voice—said:\n\n\n \"This is not good, Jorgenson. Who did you contradict?\"" ], [ "So Thrid younglings were trained not to think; not to have any opinion\n about anything; only to repeat what nobody questioned; only to do what", "The high official looked at him in utter stupefaction. Nobody\n contradicted the Grand Panjandrum! Nobody! The Thrid had noticed long", "He was calm about it. Only a Thrid would have been so calm. But they've\n had at least hundreds of generations in which to get used to injustice.\n He accepted it. But Jorgenson frowned.", "thing, it was true! It had to be! He'd said it! And this was the\n fundamental fact in the culture of the Thrid.", "Jorgenson had stood it longer than most because in spite of their\n convictions he liked the Thrid. Their minds did do outside loops, and", "He reflected with grim pleasure that the Grand Panjandrum would soon\n be in the position of a Thrid whom everybody knew was mistaken. With", "\"This,\" he raged, \"this is crazy! The Grand Panjandrum's an ordinary\n Thrid just like you are! Of course he can make a mistake! There's\n nobody who can't be wrong!\"", "all the Thrid—and when Jorgenson finished his breakfast a high Thrid\n official waited in the trading-post compound. Around him clustered\n other Thrid, wearing the formal headgear that said they were Witnesses", "no Thrid official ever made a mistake. In particular the great and\n Never-Mistaken Glen-U could not conceivably blunder! When he said a", "The high official unrolled the scroll. The Thrid around him, wearing\n Witness hats, became utterly silent. The high official made a sound\n equivalent to clearing his throat. The stillness became death-like.", "himself for staying on Thriddar after he became indignant with the way\n the planet was governed. It was very foolish. But much more often he\n felt such hatred of the manners and customs of the Thrid—which had", "He snapped orders. The hired Thrid of the trading-post staff had not\n quite grasped the situation. They couldn't believe it. Automatically,", "and a—call it—theology it wasn't his business to change. True, the\n Thrid way of life was appalling, and what had happened to Ganti was", "was even more intelligent. If an ordinary Thrid challenged a local\n governor's least and lightest remark—why—he must be either a criminal\n or insane. The local governor decided—correctly, of course—which", "But the local Thrid governor had spoken and said and observed that\n Ganti's wife wanted to enter his household. He added that Ganti wanted\n to yield her to him.", "give itself to the Never-Mistaken Glen-U, who was the Grand Panjandrum\n of Thriddar. He waited to be told that it couldn't have happened; that", "In theory, no Thrid should ever make a mistake, because he belonged\n to the most intelligent race in the universe. But a local governor", "The Thrid was Ganti, of whom Jorgenson had once had hopes as a business\n man, and for whose disaster he had felt indignation as something else.\n He loosened the last of Jorgenson's bonds and helped him sit up.", "of all the intolerable things that the Thrid took as a matter of\n course. If Jorgenson had reacted solely as a business man he'd have", "Thrid could contrive. If he was mad, he was confined for life.\nThere'd been Ganti, a Thrid of whom Jorgenson had had much hope. He" ], [ "Thriddar. Most of them wanted to use missile weapons—which the Thrid\n did not use—to change the local social system. Most humans got off\n Thriddar—fast! And boiling mad.", "himself for staying on Thriddar after he became indignant with the way\n the planet was governed. It was very foolish. But much more often he\n felt such hatred of the manners and customs of the Thrid—which had", "haze in the air on Thriddar, and the colorings were very beautiful. He\n could see the towers of the capital city of the Thrid. He could see a", "wrong, it would have been wiser for him to have stayed off the planet\n Thriddar altogether. Thriddar was no place for him, anyhow you look at", "was a particular case of everything he disliked on Thriddar.", "all the Thrid—and when Jorgenson finished his breakfast a high Thrid\n official waited in the trading-post compound. Around him clustered\n other Thrid, wearing the formal headgear that said they were Witnesses", "believed that Ganti could learn to run the trading post without human\n supervision. If he could, the trading company could simply bring trade\n goods to Thriddar and take away other trade goods. The cost of doing", "So Thrid younglings were trained not to think; not to have any opinion\n about anything; only to repeat what nobody questioned; only to do what", "thing, it was true! It had to be! He'd said it! And this was the\n fundamental fact in the culture of the Thrid.", "MANNERS AND CUSTOMS OF THE THRID\nBY MURRAY LEINSTER\nThe Thrid were the wisest creatures in\n\n space—they even said so themselves!", "realize what he had lost when no off-planet goods arrived on Thriddar.\n In time he'd speak and say and observe that he, out of his generosity,", "He was calm about it. Only a Thrid would have been so calm. But they've\n had at least hundreds of generations in which to get used to injustice.\n He accepted it. But Jorgenson frowned.", "Then he saw a figure on the island. It was a Thrid stripped of all\n clothing like Jorgenson and darkened by the sun. That figure came", "There was an idiom in Thrid speech that had exactly the meaning of the\n human phrase. Jorgenson used it.", "Jorgenson changed from human-speech profanity to Thrid. He directed\n his words to the unseen creature who'd spoken. That Thrid listened,\n apparently without emotion. When Jorgenson ran out of breath, the voice\n said severely:", "Jorgenson had stood it longer than most because in spite of their\n convictions he liked the Thrid. Their minds did do outside loops, and", "He reflected with grim pleasure that the Grand Panjandrum would soon\n be in the position of a Thrid whom everybody knew was mistaken. With", "Then he sent for the trading-post Thrid consultant. On Earth he'd have\n called for a lawyer. On a hostile world there'd have been a soldier to", "and a—call it—theology it wasn't his business to change. True, the\n Thrid way of life was appalling, and what had happened to Ganti was", "Thrid could contrive. If he was mad, he was confined for life.\nThere'd been Ganti, a Thrid of whom Jorgenson had had much hope. He" ], [ "\"But I'm crazy,\" said Ganti calmly. \"I tried to kill the governor\n who'd taken my wife. So he said I was crazy and that made it true. So", "But the local Thrid governor had spoken and said and observed that\n Ganti's wife wanted to enter his household. He added that Ganti wanted\n to yield her to him.", "wrong and intolerable. As a business man, he should have kept his mind\n on business and never bothered about Ganti. As a believer in right and", "Jorgenson had fumed—but not as a business man—when the transfer took\n place. But Ganti had been conditioned to believe that when a governor", "and a—call it—theology it wasn't his business to change. True, the\n Thrid way of life was appalling, and what had happened to Ganti was", "He did not speak at all during all the rest of that day. He was\n thinking. The matter needed much thought. Ganti left him alone.", "\"This is a prison,\" Ganti explained matter-of-factly. \"They let me\n down here and dropped food and water for a week. They went away. I", "\"Or a wife,\" agreed Ganti. \"Here!\"\n\n\n He offered food. Jorgenson ate, scowling. Afterward, near sundown, he\n went over the island.", "Once Ganti abruptly began to talk of his youth. As if he were examining\n something he'd never noticed before, he told of the incredible", "He woke up thinking of Ganti, and in consequence he was in a bad mood\n right away. Most humans couldn't take the sort of thing that went on on", "His calmness sobered Jorgenson. As a business man, he was moved to make\n his situation clear. He told Ganti of the Grand Panjandrum's move to", "Ganti looked skeptical. Jorgenson explained. He had to demonstrate\n crudely. The whole idea was novel to Ganti, but the Thrid were smart.\n Presently he grasped it. He said:", "\"You've got brains, Ganti. What's the chance of escape?\"\n\n\n \"None,\" said Ganti unemotionally. \"You'd better get out of the sun.\n It'll burn you badly. Come along.\"", "gave the loot back. Then the trading could resume. But Jorgenson didn't\n feel only like a business man this morning. He thought of Ganti, who", "to him, and he almost doubted that an official was necessarily right.\n When his former wife died of grief, his disbelief became positive. And\n immediately afterward he disappeared.", "They had used it for weeks when he saw Ganti, carrying it to place it\n where they left it overboard, swinging it idly back and forth as he\n walked.", "believed that Ganti could learn to run the trading post without human\n supervision. If he could, the trading company could simply bring trade\n goods to Thriddar and take away other trade goods. The cost of doing", "The Thrid was Ganti, of whom Jorgenson had once had hopes as a business\n man, and for whose disaster he had felt indignation as something else.\n He loosened the last of Jorgenson's bonds and helped him sit up.", "\"Somebody dug it out,\" said Ganti without resentment. \"To keep busy.\n Maybe one prisoner only began it. A later one saw it started and worked", "\"We'll try it,\" said Ganti detachedly, when he'd explained again. \"If\n it fails, they'll only stop giving us food and water.\"" ], [ "It was not wise to be moved by such sympathetic feelings. The Grand\n Panjandrum could not be mistaken. It was definitely unwise to\n contradict him. It could even be dangerous. Jorgenson was in a nasty\n spot.", "Now that the new Grand Panjandrum had moved against him, Jorgenson made\n an angry, dogged resolution to do something permanent to make matters\n better. For the Thrid themselves. Here he thought not as a business", "This morning was especially beyond the limit. There was a new Grand\n Panjandrum—the term was Jorgenson's own for the supreme ruler over", "His calmness sobered Jorgenson. As a business man, he was moved to make\n his situation clear. He told Ganti of the Grand Panjandrum's move to", "from his voluminous garments. Jorgenson saw the glint of gold and was\n suspicious at once. The words of a current Grand Panjandrum were always", "Then he knew what had happened. He'd committed The unthinkable\n crime—or lunacy—of declaring the Grand Panjandrum mistaken. So by the", "\"This,\" he raged, \"this is crazy! The Grand Panjandrum's an ordinary\n Thrid just like you are! Of course he can make a mistake! There's\n nobody who can't be wrong!\"", "He reflected with grim pleasure that the Grand Panjandrum would soon\n be in the position of a Thrid whom everybody knew was mistaken. With", "Now it was evidently to be arranged that he would never again be seen\n face to face by a rational being. The Grand Panjandrum had won the", "The high official looked at him in utter stupefaction. Nobody\n contradicted the Grand Panjandrum! Nobody! The Thrid had noticed long", "past Grand Panjandrums had spoken highly of the trading post. Jorgenson\n shouldn't have much to worry about. He waited. He thought of Ganti. He\n scowled.", "\"He also said,\" said Jorgenson irritably, \"that I'm to vanish and\n nevermore be seen face to face by any rational being. How does that\n happen? Do I get speared?\"", "Panjandrum. They were not imposing. They were scared. Everybody is\n always scared under an absolute ruler, but the Grand Panjandrum was", "the trading-post denied him and Jorgenson still visible, he'd be\n notoriously wrong. And he couldn't be, and still be Grand Panjandrum!", "Jorgenson, boiling inside, nevertheless knew what he was doing. He said\n succinctly:\n\n\n \"Like hell you will!\"", "pale. He stammered agitatedly that if the Grand Panjandrum said it, it\n was true. It couldn't be otherwise! If the trading company wanted to", "Jorgenson swore impartially at all of them and turned the shocker-field\n back on. He plugged in a capacity circuit which would turn on warning", "give itself to him, there was nothing to be done. It wanted to! The\n Grand Panjandrum had said so!", "When Jorgenson opened a door to kick him out of it, the whole staff of\n the trading-post plunged after him. They'd been eavesdropping and they\n fled in pure horror.", "Jorgenson reflected sourly that the governors and the rulers of the\n universe were whoever happened to be within hearing of the Grand" ], [ "His calmness sobered Jorgenson. As a business man, he was moved to make\n his situation clear. He told Ganti of the Grand Panjandrum's move to", "The Thrid was Ganti, of whom Jorgenson had once had hopes as a business\n man, and for whose disaster he had felt indignation as something else.\n He loosened the last of Jorgenson's bonds and helped him sit up.", "Jorgenson had fumed—but not as a business man—when the transfer took\n place. But Ganti had been conditioned to believe that when a governor", "Jorgenson realized that they talked oddly. They spoke with leisurely\n lack of haste, with the lack of hope normal to prisoners to whom escape", "gave the loot back. Then the trading could resume. But Jorgenson didn't\n feel only like a business man this morning. He thought of Ganti, who", "past Grand Panjandrums had spoken highly of the trading post. Jorgenson\n shouldn't have much to worry about. He waited. He thought of Ganti. He\n scowled.", "business would be decreased. There could be no human-Thrid friction.\n Jorgenson had been training Ganti for this work.", "is impossible, even when they talk about escape. They could have been\n discussing a matter that would not affect either of them. But Jorgenson\n quivered inside. He hoped.", "Ganti looked skeptical. Jorgenson explained. He had to demonstrate\n crudely. The whole idea was novel to Ganti, but the Thrid were smart.\n Presently he grasped it. He said:", "\"On what? In what?\" demanded Ganti.\n\n\n \"In the helicopter that feeds us,\" said Jorgenson.\n\n\n \"It never lands,\" said Ganti practically.", "Jorgenson, boiling inside, nevertheless knew what he was doing. He said\n succinctly:\n\n\n \"Like hell you will!\"", "He did not speak at all during all the rest of that day. He was\n thinking. The matter needed much thought. Ganti left him alone.", "\"Or a wife,\" agreed Ganti. \"Here!\"\n\n\n He offered food. Jorgenson ate, scowling. Afterward, near sundown, he\n went over the island.", "\"He also said,\" said Jorgenson irritably, \"that I'm to vanish and\n nevermore be seen face to face by any rational being. How does that\n happen? Do I get speared?\"", "Ganti and countless others had been victims of capricious tyranny....\n And Jorgenson was slated to vanish from sight and never again be\n seen.... It definitely called for strong measures!", "Jorgenson laid the matter indignantly before him, repeating the exact\n phrases that said the trading company wanted—wanted!—practically to", "Jorgenson had stood it longer than most because in spite of their\n convictions he liked the Thrid. Their minds did do outside loops, and", "Jorgenson changed from human-speech profanity to Thrid. He directed\n his words to the unseen creature who'd spoken. That Thrid listened,\n apparently without emotion. When Jorgenson ran out of breath, the voice\n said severely:", "Thrid could contrive. If he was mad, he was confined for life.\nThere'd been Ganti, a Thrid of whom Jorgenson had had much hope. He", "That, of course, did not seem either to him or Jorgenson a reason to\n hesitate to try what Jorgenson had planned." ], [ "thing, it was true! It had to be! He'd said it! And this was the\n fundamental fact in the culture of the Thrid.", "So Thrid younglings were trained not to think; not to have any opinion\n about anything; only to repeat what nobody questioned; only to do what", "MANNERS AND CUSTOMS OF THE THRID\nBY MURRAY LEINSTER\nThe Thrid were the wisest creatures in\n\n space—they even said so themselves!", "Jorgenson had stood it longer than most because in spite of their\n convictions he liked the Thrid. Their minds did do outside loops, and", "and a—call it—theology it wasn't his business to change. True, the\n Thrid way of life was appalling, and what had happened to Ganti was", "himself for staying on Thriddar after he became indignant with the way\n the planet was governed. It was very foolish. But much more often he\n felt such hatred of the manners and customs of the Thrid—which had", "In theory, no Thrid should ever make a mistake, because he belonged\n to the most intelligent race in the universe. But a local governor", "Thriddar. Most of them wanted to use missile weapons—which the Thrid\n did not use—to change the local social system. Most humans got off\n Thriddar—fast! And boiling mad.", "The high official looked at him in utter stupefaction. Nobody\n contradicted the Grand Panjandrum! Nobody! The Thrid had noticed long", "all the Thrid—and when Jorgenson finished his breakfast a high Thrid\n official waited in the trading-post compound. Around him clustered\n other Thrid, wearing the formal headgear that said they were Witnesses", "He was calm about it. Only a Thrid would have been so calm. But they've\n had at least hundreds of generations in which to get used to injustice.\n He accepted it. But Jorgenson frowned.", "Ganti looked skeptical. Jorgenson explained. He had to demonstrate\n crudely. The whole idea was novel to Ganti, but the Thrid were smart.\n Presently he grasped it. He said:", "There was an idiom in Thrid speech that had exactly the meaning of the\n human phrase. Jorgenson used it.", "\"This,\" he raged, \"this is crazy! The Grand Panjandrum's an ordinary\n Thrid just like you are! Of course he can make a mistake! There's\n nobody who can't be wrong!\"", "was even more intelligent. If an ordinary Thrid challenged a local\n governor's least and lightest remark—why—he must be either a criminal\n or insane. The local governor decided—correctly, of course—which", "Jorgenson changed from human-speech profanity to Thrid. He directed\n his words to the unseen creature who'd spoken. That Thrid listened,\n apparently without emotion. When Jorgenson ran out of breath, the voice\n said severely:", "of all the intolerable things that the Thrid took as a matter of\n course. If Jorgenson had reacted solely as a business man he'd have", "The high official unrolled the scroll. The Thrid around him, wearing\n Witness hats, became utterly silent. The high official made a sound\n equivalent to clearing his throat. The stillness became death-like.", "But by sunset he'd worked it out. While they watched Thrid's red sun\n sink below the horizon, Jorgenson said thoughtfully:\n\n\n \"There is a way to escape, Ganti.\"", "no Thrid official ever made a mistake. In particular the great and\n Never-Mistaken Glen-U could not conceivably blunder! When he said a" ], [ "\"We'll try it,\" said Ganti detachedly, when he'd explained again. \"If\n it fails, they'll only stop giving us food and water.\"", "business would be decreased. There could be no human-Thrid friction.\n Jorgenson had been training Ganti for this work.", "is impossible, even when they talk about escape. They could have been\n discussing a matter that would not affect either of them. But Jorgenson\n quivered inside. He hoped.", "Thrid could contrive. If he was mad, he was confined for life.\nThere'd been Ganti, a Thrid of whom Jorgenson had had much hope. He", "Ganti and countless others had been victims of capricious tyranny....\n And Jorgenson was slated to vanish from sight and never again be\n seen.... It definitely called for strong measures!", "\"We can make it land,\" said Jorgenson. Thrid weren't allowed to make\n mistakes; he could make it a mistake not to land.\n\n\n \"The crew is armed,\" said Ganti. \"There are three of them.\"", "His calmness sobered Jorgenson. As a business man, he was moved to make\n his situation clear. He told Ganti of the Grand Panjandrum's move to", "But by sunset he'd worked it out. While they watched Thrid's red sun\n sink below the horizon, Jorgenson said thoughtfully:\n\n\n \"There is a way to escape, Ganti.\"", "That, of course, did not seem either to him or Jorgenson a reason to\n hesitate to try what Jorgenson had planned.", "Jorgenson had fumed—but not as a business man—when the transfer took\n place. But Ganti had been conditioned to believe that when a governor", "The Thrid was Ganti, of whom Jorgenson had once had hopes as a business\n man, and for whose disaster he had felt indignation as something else.\n He loosened the last of Jorgenson's bonds and helped him sit up.", "\"On what? In what?\" demanded Ganti.\n\n\n \"In the helicopter that feeds us,\" said Jorgenson.\n\n\n \"It never lands,\" said Ganti practically.", "Jorgenson dozed lightly. Then more heavily. Then more heavily still.\n The night was not two hours old when the warning sirens made a terrific", "Ganti looked skeptical. Jorgenson explained. He had to demonstrate\n crudely. The whole idea was novel to Ganti, but the Thrid were smart.\n Presently he grasped it. He said:", "Jorgenson, boiling inside, nevertheless knew what he was doing. He said\n succinctly:\n\n\n \"Like hell you will!\"", "\"He also said,\" said Jorgenson irritably, \"that I'm to vanish and\n nevermore be seen face to face by any rational being. How does that\n happen? Do I get speared?\"", "\"You've got brains, Ganti. What's the chance of escape?\"\n\n\n \"None,\" said Ganti unemotionally. \"You'd better get out of the sun.\n It'll burn you badly. Come along.\"", "Now that the new Grand Panjandrum had moved against him, Jorgenson made\n an angry, dogged resolution to do something permanent to make matters\n better. For the Thrid themselves. Here he thought not as a business", "gave the loot back. Then the trading could resume. But Jorgenson didn't\n feel only like a business man this morning. He thought of Ganti, who", "past Grand Panjandrums had spoken highly of the trading post. Jorgenson\n shouldn't have much to worry about. He waited. He thought of Ganti. He\n scowled." ] ]

[ "What best describes why Madison's initial feelings towards the Actuarvac were suspicious and skeptical?", "What does Madison's selection in car choice after the flight tell about his physical character?", "Given the information in the article, is Granite City likely making false insurance claims, and why?", "Given what was discovered in Granite City, is the Actuarvac correct in its suspicion of Granite City?", "According to Dr. Parnell, can the same fate affecting Granite City affect other places around the world?", "What would best describe Madison's attitude towards Professor Parnell upon learning Parnell's reasoning for calling the people of Granite City \"subhuman\"?", "How would Madison's perception of Granite City been different if he had not have met Professor Parnell?" ]

[ [ "He felt the Actuarvac will hurt the well-being of Manhattan-Universal Insurance.", "He felt like he might become unemployed because of the Actuarvac.", "He did not think the Actuarvac was competent enough for the job.", "He wanted to continue to be favorited by McCain, but felt his favoritism was at stake because of the Actuarvac." ], [ "He is a debilitated man.", "He is a very tall man.", "He is an old man.", "He is a very muscular man." ], [ "Yes, since insurance is what keeps Granite City running.", "No, because crime is rampant in Granite City.", "Yes, but not the type of false claims that Madison was investigating.", "No, because the people of Granite City are unusually prone to accidents/injury." ], [ "No, because Granite City was not making false insurance claims.", "Yes, because it turns out Granite City was making false insurance claims.", "No, because the Actuarvac was a highly flawed machine.", "Yes, because Madison had to eventually investigate the city." ], [ "Yes, because the granite being shipped to other places out of Granite City is what is causing the problems for the people.", "No, because the people of Granite City are born with the mental problems that are plaguing them and cannot spread them.", "Yes, because there are other places in the world exporting this same type of granite.", "Yes, because Madison is already experiencing the same mental problems the people are having." ], [ "Madison unquestionably believes Parnell's story.", "Madison dismisses Parnell as a liar.", "Madison is reluctant to believe Parnell.", "Madison pretends to believe Parnell's story for the mean-time." ], [ "His perception of Granite City would have been misconstrued because he would have lacked an explanation to why the people of Granite City are the way that they are.", "His perception would have been unchanged because he would have figured out that Granite City was making false insurance claims on his own.", "His perception of Granite City would have been much more positive without Professor Parnell's explanation of the city's grim secret. ", "His perception of Granite City would have stayed the same; however, he would have figured out the situation in Granite City much more quickly without Professor Parnell.." ] ]

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[ [ "\"The Actuarvac poses no threat to your career. It will merely keep you\n from flying off on wild-goose chases. It will unvaryingly separate from", "\"The reason you have so many accidents here,\" I said frankly. \"I'm from\n the insurance company. Name's Madison.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah, I know.\"\n\n\n I had supposed he would.", "their own job of selling automation machines. I know the Actuarvac made\n one purple passion of a job for me, the unpleasantly fatal results of\n which are still lingering with me.", "proudly as if he had just personally gave birth to it. \"This will\n simplify your job to the point of a pleasant diversion, Madison.\"", "\"I doubt very much if either of us will be leaving, Mr. Madison,\" he\n said. \"Now.\"\nI took my beer and the professor his coffee over to the single booth.\n We looked at each other across the shiny table and our beverage\n containers.", "\"Listen, Madison, don't talk about what you don't know anything\n about. The stuff in these walls isn't just rock; it isn't even plain", "\"That would be a real tragedy, Mr. Madison. Insurance is vital to this\n town. Nobody could survive a year here without insurance. People pay me\n for their premiums before they pay their grocery bills.\"", "Thad McCain, my boss at Manhattan-Universal Insurance, beamed over\n the sprawling automatic brain's silver gauges and plastic toggles as", "world, spreading the contamination. I want to stop that contamination.\n To the people of Granite City that means ruining their only industry,\n putting them all out of work. They are used to this psionic sterility;", "\"Find that out,\" he said. \"I trust the machine. There have been cases\n of mass collusion before. Until you get back, we are making no more", "was literate and could read typewriting, the cards weren't coded or\n punched. He read the top one. \"Now this, for instance. No adjuster\n need investigate this accident. The circumstances obviously are such", "\"They don't want the world to know\nwhy\nthey are psionically\n subnormal,\" he said crisply. \"It's the", "Kelvin breathed a virile grade of tobacco into my face. \"Listen,\n Madison, we have been working this quarry for generations, sometimes", "\"They know the checks are good. It's\nme\nthey refuse to trust to leave\n this place. They think they\ncan't\nlet me go.\"", "\"The home office has some suspicions of that,\" I admitted.\n\n\n \"I don't blame them, but they ain't. Look, the company gambles on luck,\n doesn't it?\"", "\"Sorry,\" he said. \"I should have been precognizant of that. I try to\n stay away from the rock as much as possible, but it's getting to me.\"", "\"Fifty miles down a steep mountain road? I'm an old man, Mr. Madison,\n and I've gotten even older since I came to Granite City.\"", "Tentatively, I decided that for generations the citizens of\n Granite City had been in an organized conspiracy to defraud\n Manhattan-Universal and its predecessors of hundreds upon hundreds of\n thousands of dollars in false accident claims.", "\"Madison, understand me, I insist. Ethnologically speaking, it is well\n known that certain tribes suffer certain deficiencies due to diet,", "\"Come back,\" he said, as if he had doubts.\nThe signs of a menacing conspiracy were growing stronger, I felt. I" ], [ "\"The reason you have so many accidents here,\" I said frankly. \"I'm from\n the insurance company. Name's Madison.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah, I know.\"\n\n\n I had supposed he would.", "\"Fifty miles down a steep mountain road? I'm an old man, Mr. Madison,\n and I've gotten even older since I came to Granite City.\"", "\"So I'll just\nlock\nthe car up and walk over there. I couldn't go\n getting tire tracks all over your clean streets.\"\n\n\n The old man watched as I climbed down and locked up the Rolls.", "\"I doubt very much if either of us will be leaving, Mr. Madison,\" he\n said. \"Now.\"\nI took my beer and the professor his coffee over to the single booth.\n We looked at each other across the shiny table and our beverage\n containers.", "proudly as if he had just personally gave birth to it. \"This will\n simplify your job to the point of a pleasant diversion, Madison.\"", "Catching the direction of my glance, he said, \"Company is worth a few\n scalds, Mr. Madison.\"", "The lean-faced man who greeted me had his cheeks crisscrossed with\n razor nicks and his shirt on wrong side out. But his eyes were bright\n and sparrow alert.", "\"Haskel has the only motor vehicle in town—a half-ton pick-up, a\n minuscule contrivance less than the size of a passenger car. He makes", "\"I've suffered no harm at your hands—or your wheels, sir. But I could\n use some help,\" the old man said. \"Could I trouble you for a lift when\n you leave town?\"", "Kelvin breathed a virile grade of tobacco into my face. \"Listen,\n Madison, we have been working this quarry for generations, sometimes", "Rolls. That was about the only brand of car that fit me. I hadn't been\n able to get my legs into any other foreign car since I was fifteen,", "\"That doesn't have anything to do with it. Nobody in Granite City owns\n a car. It would be suicide for anybody to drive a car, same as it would", "The Absinthe Flight to Springfield was jolly and relatively fast.\n Despite headwinds we managed Mach 1.6 most of the way. My particular", "\"Madison, understand me, I insist. Ethnologically speaking, it is well\n known that certain tribes suffer certain deficiencies due to diet,", "\"That would be a real tragedy, Mr. Madison. Insurance is vital to this\n town. Nobody could survive a year here without insurance. People pay me\n for their premiums before they pay their grocery bills.\"", "was literate and could read typewriting, the cards weren't coded or\n punched. He read the top one. \"Now this, for instance. No adjuster\n need investigate this accident. The circumstances obviously are such", "Thad McCain, my boss at Manhattan-Universal Insurance, beamed over\n the sprawling automatic brain's silver gauges and plastic toggles as", "\"Listen, Madison, don't talk about what you don't know anything\n about. The stuff in these walls isn't just rock; it isn't even plain", "the outline of her thesis on the guilt purgings effected by The Life\n and Legend of Gary Cooper. The paunchy businessman in the next lounge", "It was a tiresome fifty-mile drive, on manual all the way after I left\n the radar-channel area of the city. Up and down, slowing for curves,\n flipping into second for the hills." ], [ "Tentatively, I decided that for generations the citizens of\n Granite City had been in an organized conspiracy to defraud\n Manhattan-Universal and its predecessors of hundreds upon hundreds of\n thousands of dollars in false accident claims.", "\"That doesn't have anything to do with it. Nobody in Granite City owns\n a car. It would be suicide for anybody to drive a car, same as it would", "\"Okay,\" I drawled. \"I'll accept your story for the moment. Now answer\n me the big query: Why are the good people of Granite City doing this to", "\"There's something to that. We call it probability, not luck.\"\n\n\n \"Well, probability says that more accidents are going to occur in\n Granite City than anywhere else in the country, per capita.\"", "More and more, I was coming to believe that Granite City wasn't a job\n for an investigative adjuster like myself but a psychological adjuster.", "to order gave me only two ideas. Neither was very original. The one\n that concerned business was that the whole village of Granite City must\n be accident-prone.", "\"That would be a real tragedy, Mr. Madison. Insurance is vital to this\n town. Nobody could survive a year here without insurance. People pay me\n for their premiums before they pay their grocery bills.\"", "He handed me the rejected claim card. I took it, finding a new, neatly\n typed notation on it. It said:\n\n\n Investigate the Ozark village of Granite City.", "The whole trip hardly seemed worth it when I saw the cluster of\n painted frame buildings that was Granite City. They looked like a", "a polygamy colony or a hideout for supposedly deported gangsters. I\n don't care much either. It's not my business. How could a whole town be\n filing false life and accident claims?\"", "world, spreading the contamination. I want to stop that contamination.\n To the people of Granite City that means ruining their only industry,\n putting them all out of work. They are used to this psionic sterility;", "granite. Granite City exports some of the finest grade of the stone in\n the world. And it's used all over the world. We aren't just a bunch", "After so many profitable decades, Granite City wasn't going to take\n kindly to my spoil-sport interference.", "There was one odd note in the melodic scheme: We had never had a claim\n for any kind of automobile accident from Granite City.\n\n\n I shut off the projector.", "abstracted from empirical data but before I planed out to Granite City\n I had to find the basis for a few practical, nasty suspicions.", "\"Okay. It shouldn't be much of a walk in Granite City.\"\n\n\n \"It's the house at the end of the street.\"", "\"We haven't the time for all that. But think about it. What else\ncould\nit be? It's that granite that they are shipping all over the", "\"The reason you have so many accidents here,\" I said frankly. \"I'm from\n the insurance company. Name's Madison.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah, I know.\"\n\n\n I had supposed he would.", "about one trip a week down into the city for supplies and package mail.\n He's been the only one in or out of Granite City for five months.\"", "\"Fifty miles down a steep mountain road? I'm an old man, Mr. Madison,\n and I've gotten even older since I came to Granite City.\"" ], [ "Tentatively, I decided that for generations the citizens of\n Granite City had been in an organized conspiracy to defraud\n Manhattan-Universal and its predecessors of hundreds upon hundreds of\n thousands of dollars in false accident claims.", "world, spreading the contamination. I want to stop that contamination.\n To the people of Granite City that means ruining their only industry,\n putting them all out of work. They are used to this psionic sterility;", "\"That doesn't have anything to do with it. Nobody in Granite City owns\n a car. It would be suicide for anybody to drive a car, same as it would", "\"There's something to that. We call it probability, not luck.\"\n\n\n \"Well, probability says that more accidents are going to occur in\n Granite City than anywhere else in the country, per capita.\"", "\"Okay,\" I drawled. \"I'll accept your story for the moment. Now answer\n me the big query: Why are the good people of Granite City doing this to", "He handed me the rejected claim card. I took it, finding a new, neatly\n typed notation on it. It said:\n\n\n Investigate the Ozark village of Granite City.", "\"The Actuarvac poses no threat to your career. It will merely keep you\n from flying off on wild-goose chases. It will unvaryingly separate from", "\"Okay. It shouldn't be much of a walk in Granite City.\"\n\n\n \"It's the house at the end of the street.\"", "to order gave me only two ideas. Neither was very original. The one\n that concerned business was that the whole village of Granite City must\n be accident-prone.", "abstracted from empirical data but before I planed out to Granite City\n I had to find the basis for a few practical, nasty suspicions.", "More and more, I was coming to believe that Granite City wasn't a job\n for an investigative adjuster like myself but a psychological adjuster.", "of a few recorded cases of supermen, but we have some, a trace. Granite\n City citizens have\nno\npsionic ability whatsoever, not even the little", "The whole trip hardly seemed worth it when I saw the cluster of\n painted frame buildings that was Granite City. They looked like a", "There was one odd note in the melodic scheme: We had never had a claim\n for any kind of automobile accident from Granite City.\n\n\n I shut off the projector.", "climate, et cetera. Some can't run, sing, use mathematics. The people\n of Granite City have the most unusual deficency on record, I admit.\n Their\npsionic", "\"Fifty miles down a steep mountain road? I'm an old man, Mr. Madison,\n and I've gotten even older since I came to Granite City.\"", "about one trip a week down into the city for supplies and package mail.\n He's been the only one in or out of Granite City for five months.\"", "their own job of selling automation machines. I know the Actuarvac made\n one purple passion of a job for me, the unpleasantly fatal results of\n which are still lingering with me.", "\"We haven't the time for all that. But think about it. What else\ncould\nit be? It's that granite that they are shipping all over the", "The old man stared at me with red-shot eyes. \"Marshal Thompson doesn't\n like people to run automobiles on the streets of Granite City.\"" ], [ "world, spreading the contamination. I want to stop that contamination.\n To the people of Granite City that means ruining their only industry,\n putting them all out of work. They are used to this psionic sterility;", "\"There's something to that. We call it probability, not luck.\"\n\n\n \"Well, probability says that more accidents are going to occur in\n Granite City than anywhere else in the country, per capita.\"", "\"That doesn't have anything to do with it. Nobody in Granite City owns\n a car. It would be suicide for anybody to drive a car, same as it would", "\"Okay,\" I drawled. \"I'll accept your story for the moment. Now answer\n me the big query: Why are the good people of Granite City doing this to", "Tentatively, I decided that for generations the citizens of\n Granite City had been in an organized conspiracy to defraud\n Manhattan-Universal and its predecessors of hundreds upon hundreds of\n thousands of dollars in false accident claims.", "climate, et cetera. Some can't run, sing, use mathematics. The people\n of Granite City have the most unusual deficency on record, I admit.\n Their\npsionic", "\"But you do!\" Parnell said earnestly. \"Everybody has some psionics\n ability, but we don't realize it. We don't have the fabulous abilities", "to order gave me only two ideas. Neither was very original. The one\n that concerned business was that the whole village of Granite City must\n be accident-prone.", "\"We haven't the time for all that. But think about it. What else\ncould\nit be? It's that granite that they are shipping all over the", "\"I am Doctor Arnold Parnell of Duke University,\" the professor said. \"I\n left on my sabbatical five months ago. I have been here ever since.\"", "\"Or else something is causing you to have this trouble. Maybe the\n whole town is a bunch of dope addicts. Maybe you grow your own mescalin\n or marijuana; it's happened before.\"\n\n\n Thompson laughed.", "The whole trip hardly seemed worth it when I saw the cluster of\n painted frame buildings that was Granite City. They looked like a", "\"I tell you they do,\" he said hoarsely. \"We never realize it but we all\n have some power of precognition. If we didn't, we would have a hundred", "of a few recorded cases of supermen, but we have some, a trace. Granite\n City citizens have\nno\npsionic ability whatsoever, not even the little", "granite. Granite City exports some of the finest grade of the stone in\n the world. And it's used all over the world. We aren't just a bunch", "\"Okay. It shouldn't be much of a walk in Granite City.\"\n\n\n \"It's the house at the end of the street.\"", "More and more, I was coming to believe that Granite City wasn't a job\n for an investigative adjuster like myself but a psychological adjuster.", "\"Fifty miles down a steep mountain road? I'm an old man, Mr. Madison,\n and I've gotten even older since I came to Granite City.\"", "He handed me the rejected claim card. I took it, finding a new, neatly\n typed notation on it. It said:\n\n\n Investigate the Ozark village of Granite City.", "\"That would be a real tragedy, Mr. Madison. Insurance is vital to this\n town. Nobody could survive a year here without insurance. People pay me\n for their premiums before they pay their grocery bills.\"" ], [ "\"I know nothing of their ethical standards,\" Parnell said, \"but I do\n know that they are absolutely\nsubhuman\n!\"\n\n\n \"I admit I have met likelier groups of human beings in my time.\"", "\"Professor, you mean these people are holding you here simply so you\n won't go out and tell the rest of the world that they are submen?\"", "world, spreading the contamination. I want to stop that contamination.\n To the people of Granite City that means ruining their only industry,\n putting them all out of work. They are used to this psionic sterility;", "\"Okay,\" I drawled. \"I'll accept your story for the moment. Now answer\n me the big query: Why are the good people of Granite City doing this to", "\"Fifty miles down a steep mountain road? I'm an old man, Mr. Madison,\n and I've gotten even older since I came to Granite City.\"", "\"I doubt very much if either of us will be leaving, Mr. Madison,\" he\n said. \"Now.\"\nI took my beer and the professor his coffee over to the single booth.\n We looked at each other across the shiny table and our beverage\n containers.", "\"No, understand me. These people are literally subhuman—they are\n inferior to other human beings.\"\n\n\n \"Look, I know the Klan is a growing organization but I can't go along\n with you.\"", "\"That doesn't have anything to do with it. Nobody in Granite City owns\n a car. It would be suicide for anybody to drive a car, same as it would", "Kelvin breathed a virile grade of tobacco into my face. \"Listen,\n Madison, we have been working this quarry for generations, sometimes", "Tentatively, I decided that for generations the citizens of\n Granite City had been in an organized conspiracy to defraud\n Manhattan-Universal and its predecessors of hundreds upon hundreds of\n thousands of dollars in false accident claims.", "\"The reason you have so many accidents here,\" I said frankly. \"I'm from\n the insurance company. Name's Madison.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah, I know.\"\n\n\n I had supposed he would.", "\"There's something to that. We call it probability, not luck.\"\n\n\n \"Well, probability says that more accidents are going to occur in\n Granite City than anywhere else in the country, per capita.\"", "\"I am Doctor Arnold Parnell of Duke University,\" the professor said. \"I\n left on my sabbatical five months ago. I have been here ever since.\"", "proudly as if he had just personally gave birth to it. \"This will\n simplify your job to the point of a pleasant diversion, Madison.\"", "climate, et cetera. Some can't run, sing, use mathematics. The people\n of Granite City have the most unusual deficency on record, I admit.\n Their\npsionic", "\"That would be a real tragedy, Mr. Madison. Insurance is vital to this\n town. Nobody could survive a year here without insurance. People pay me\n for their premiums before they pay their grocery bills.\"", "More and more, I was coming to believe that Granite City wasn't a job\n for an investigative adjuster like myself but a psychological adjuster.", "The old man stared at me with red-shot eyes. \"Marshal Thompson doesn't\n like people to run automobiles on the streets of Granite City.\"", "\"Madison, understand me, I insist. Ethnologically speaking, it is well\n known that certain tribes suffer certain deficiencies due to diet,", "\"You said you were Duke University, didn't you?\" I mused. \"Maybe you\n know what you are talking about; I've never been sure. But these\n people can't suffer very much from their lack of what you call psi\n ability.\"" ], [ "\"I doubt very much if either of us will be leaving, Mr. Madison,\" he\n said. \"Now.\"\nI took my beer and the professor his coffee over to the single booth.\n We looked at each other across the shiny table and our beverage\n containers.", "\"Fifty miles down a steep mountain road? I'm an old man, Mr. Madison,\n and I've gotten even older since I came to Granite City.\"", "world, spreading the contamination. I want to stop that contamination.\n To the people of Granite City that means ruining their only industry,\n putting them all out of work. They are used to this psionic sterility;", "\"That doesn't have anything to do with it. Nobody in Granite City owns\n a car. It would be suicide for anybody to drive a car, same as it would", "The whole trip hardly seemed worth it when I saw the cluster of\n painted frame buildings that was Granite City. They looked like a", "More and more, I was coming to believe that Granite City wasn't a job\n for an investigative adjuster like myself but a psychological adjuster.", "\"There's something to that. We call it probability, not luck.\"\n\n\n \"Well, probability says that more accidents are going to occur in\n Granite City than anywhere else in the country, per capita.\"", "\"That would be a real tragedy, Mr. Madison. Insurance is vital to this\n town. Nobody could survive a year here without insurance. People pay me\n for their premiums before they pay their grocery bills.\"", "\"The reason you have so many accidents here,\" I said frankly. \"I'm from\n the insurance company. Name's Madison.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah, I know.\"\n\n\n I had supposed he would.", "Kelvin breathed a virile grade of tobacco into my face. \"Listen,\n Madison, we have been working this quarry for generations, sometimes", "Tentatively, I decided that for generations the citizens of\n Granite City had been in an organized conspiracy to defraud\n Manhattan-Universal and its predecessors of hundreds upon hundreds of\n thousands of dollars in false accident claims.", "\"Okay,\" I drawled. \"I'll accept your story for the moment. Now answer\n me the big query: Why are the good people of Granite City doing this to", "\"I am Doctor Arnold Parnell of Duke University,\" the professor said. \"I\n left on my sabbatical five months ago. I have been here ever since.\"", "\"I know nothing of their ethical standards,\" Parnell said, \"but I do\n know that they are absolutely\nsubhuman\n!\"\n\n\n \"I admit I have met likelier groups of human beings in my time.\"", "\"Okay. It shouldn't be much of a walk in Granite City.\"\n\n\n \"It's the house at the end of the street.\"", "about one trip a week down into the city for supplies and package mail.\n He's been the only one in or out of Granite City for five months.\"", "The man called \"the professor\" came over and sat down two stools away,\n ignoring me. The clerk dialed his hamburger and served it.\n\n\n I stayed with my beer and my thoughts.", "proudly as if he had just personally gave birth to it. \"This will\n simplify your job to the point of a pleasant diversion, Madison.\"", "climate, et cetera. Some can't run, sing, use mathematics. The people\n of Granite City have the most unusual deficency on record, I admit.\n Their\npsionic", "to order gave me only two ideas. Neither was very original. The one\n that concerned business was that the whole village of Granite City must\n be accident-prone." ] ]

[ "Who are \"reddies\"?", "Why did Ranson feel safe returning to Haller's home?", "How did Ranson find Elath Taen?", "Why was Elath Taen mostly likely smiling as he drifted to sleep?", "Why did Ranson take Captain Maxwell's weapon?", "Who was the \"exotic girl\" most likely?", "How did Ranson kill Haller?", "What is the root of Haller's fear of the music?" ]

[ [ "Martians", "Tourists", "Venusians", "Earthmen" ], [ "He had already killed Haller.", "The house was deserted.", "The music drew him there.", "He knew Maxwell's patrol wouldn't search for him there." ], [ "He analyzed his DNA.", "He found footprints.", "He followed his scent.", "He tracked the stolen \"electric bloodhound.\"" ], [ "He had killed Ranson.", "His plan, involving the girl with the box, had succeeded.", "The dark liquid was not really acid after all.", "He would become the leader of Mercis." ], [ "He wanted to shoot Captain Maxwell.", "The patrolmen had taken his weapon.", "He was trying to escape accountability for murder.", "He wanted to find the source of the music." ], [ "Elath Taen's co-conspirator.", "A contractor for T.I.", "An advocate for Martian rights.", "An independent vigilante." ], [ "He shot him with Haller's own gun.", "He choked him to death.", "He used his agency-assigned flame-gun to kill Haller.", "He broke Haller's arm, and Haller hit his head while falling." ], [ "He is afraid he will be killed.", "He is frightened of Elath Taen.", "He is scared of Martian independence.", "He fears the loss of bodily control." ] ]

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[ [ "of reddies against a few police, a couple of regiments of the Foreign\n Legion. It'd be a cinch.\"", "\"But,\" ... Ranson frowned ... \"this is only an interesting supposition.\n The reddies are civilized, peaceful.\"", "\"Outwardly,\" Haller snapped. \"But what do you or any other earthmen\n know about what goes on in their round red heads? And the proof that", "little reddies padded, silent, inscrutable, themselves a part of the\n eternal mystery of Mars.", "Jared Haller froze, his face gray as lead, his eyes blue horror. Ranson\n was like a man in a trance, bent forward, lips pressed tight until they", "Jared Haller nodded. He was a big, rough-featured individual with gray\n leonine hair. A battering-ram of a man, one would think, who hammered", "Look, Mr. Ranson! There's just one clue to these mysterious deaths!\n And that's the music! In each instance the servants told of hearing,", "stopped. Ranson shook himself, like a man awakening from a nightmare,\n saw uniformed figures leaping to the bank. From the shadow of the\nfayeh", "Time-bound ritual, mysterious passions and hates, torturous, devious\n logic ... all these, like dark winding underground streams run beneath\n the tall fair city that brings such thrilled superlatives to the lips", "terrorized expression on his face I've ever seen. Fear, causing the\n heart attack, his doctor said. You begin to see the set-up? Three men,", "of the red planet, and the clean features of an earthman. His eyes,\n behind their glasses, were like green ice, and the hand pouring the\n black fluid did not so much as waver at Ranson's entrance.", "some revolt is planned lies in what's been happening the past few\n weeks! Look here!\" Haller bent forward, the lines about his mouth\n tighter than ever. \"Three weeks ago my technical advisor, Rawlins,", "committed suicide. Not a care in the world, but he killed himself. A\n week later Harris, head of the television department, went insane.\n Declared a feud with the whole planet, began shooting at everyone he", "resembled a livid scar. The room was silent as a tomb; outside, they\n could hear the vague rumbling of the city, with the distant swish of", "the walls of which were lined with vivavox rolls and old-fashioned\n books. As Ranson entered, he swung about, frowning, one hand dropping\n to a pocket that bulged unmistakably.", "in from the plains of Psidis to engulf Mercis in a red choking haze.\n Ranson passed the conventional electric eye and a polite robot voice\n asked his name. He gave it, and the inner door opened.", "\"Suicide, insanity, heart attack.\" Ranson shrugged. \"All perfectly\n normal. Coincidence that they should happen within three weeks. What\n makes you think there's been foul play?\"", "first time. Outside, there were pounding feet; the canal-patrolmen\n raced through the house, toward the study. And then, his brain weary as", "to decadent Mars, the silent little reddies go their devious ways,\n following ancient laws which no amount of terrestial logic can shake.", "The trial was, at the start, clear. Ranson tapped the long tube on the\n ground like a blind man, eyes on the dial. Along the embankment, into a" ], [ "Whether it was the deadly melody outside, or the instinct of\n self-preservation, Ranson never knew, but he drove at Haller with grim", "Ranson stepped back into the room, where the still, terrible form of\n Jared Haller lay. Ranson stared at it, as though seeing it for the", "danger, he felt, of patrolmen hunting for him at Haller's house.\n The captain had little faith in copybook maxims about the murderer\n returning to the scene of the crime.", "The old house was dark, with an air of morbid deadly calm about\n it. Ranson tried the door, found it locked. A quick spurt from his", "Ranson took the key from the massive plastic door as he backed\n through the entrance. Once in the hall, he slammed the door shut,", "pursuit. Like a lean gray shadow Ranson ran, twisting, dodging, among\n the narrow streets, heading toward Haller's house. Mercis was a dream", "At the end of an alley where the purple shadows lay like stagnant\n pools, Ranson paused. The alley was a cul-de-sac, which meant that", "\"One thing,\" he said slowly. \"The music.\"\n\n\n \"Music?\" Ranson echoed. \"Look here, Mr. Haller, you....\"", "Jared Haller froze, his face gray as lead, his eyes blue horror. Ranson\n was like a man in a trance, bent forward, lips pressed tight until they", "Free of headquarters, Ranson began to run. Only a few moments, he\n knew, before Maxwell and his men blasted a way to freedom, set out in", "\"Yes,\" said Jared Haller. \"I sent for an operator. You got here\n quickly, Mr. Ranson!\"", "the walls of which were lined with vivavox rolls and old-fashioned\n books. As Ranson entered, he swung about, frowning, one hand dropping\n to a pocket that bulged unmistakably.", "to have an operator sent without explanation as to why he was wanted.\n Ranson put it directly. \"Why did you require the help of T.I., Mr.\n Haller?\" he asked.", "\"Don't know.\" Ranson felt a queer irritation growing within him. He\n strode stiffly to the window, peered out. In the darkness, the broad", "Turning, Ranson found himself face to face with Jared Haller. But the\n tall flinty magnate was now another person. Primitive, atavistic rage", "screamed, \"Kill!\" And Jared Haller obeyed. He snatched the flame-gun\n from his pocket, levelled it at Ranson.", "\"Well done, Mr. Ranson.\" Elath Taen nodded calmly. \"Had the acid struck\n you, it would have rendered you blind.\"", "\"Yes.\" Ranson nodded sombrely. \"In the struggle. Self-defense. But even\n if it hadn't been self-defense, I probably would have fought with him.", "And then Steve Ranson went into action. In one blinding burst of\n speed, he lunged across the desk, tore Captain Maxwell's pistol from", "Haller's house stood dark and brooding beside the canal. Captain\n Maxwell's men had completed their examination and the place was" ], [ "Ranson gasped. The bizarre figure was that of Dr. Elath Taen,", "\"Well done, Mr. Ranson.\" Elath Taen nodded calmly. \"Had the acid struck\n you, it would have rendered you blind.\"", "\"Exactly, Mr. Ranson.\" Elath Taen smiled thinly. \"Listen!\"", "Across the laboratory Elath Taen had slumped to the floor, a vague\n smile of triumph on his face. Ranson turned to the direction of", "\"Good evening, Mr. Ranson,\" Elath Taen smiled. \"Had I known T.I.\n men were on Mars I should have taken infinitely more precautions.\n However....\"", "But his words held no force, and Elath Taen was nodding sleepily under\n the influence of the weird dream-music. Ranson knew he should act,", "\"That's about enough of your tricks!\" Ranson grated. \"Come along, Dr.\n Taen! We're going to headquarters!\"", "Taen, the laboratory, all faded into a kaleidoscopic whirl. Ranson felt\n himself falling down into the gray mists, and consciousness disappeared.", "Free of headquarters, Ranson began to run. Only a few moments, he\n knew, before Maxwell and his men blasted a way to freedom, set out in", "master-scientist, sought by the T.I. for years, in vain! Elath Taen,\n outlaw and renegade, whose sole desire was the extermination of all", "the walls of which were lined with vivavox rolls and old-fashioned\n books. As Ranson entered, he swung about, frowning, one hand dropping\n to a pocket that bulged unmistakably.", "The old house was dark, with an air of morbid deadly calm about\n it. Ranson tried the door, found it locked. A quick spurt from his", "Whether it was the deadly melody outside, or the instinct of\n self-preservation, Ranson never knew, but he drove at Haller with grim", "At the end of an alley where the purple shadows lay like stagnant\n pools, Ranson paused. The alley was a cul-de-sac, which meant that", "The end came with startling suddenness. Ranson, twisting his opponent's\n arm back, felt the searing blast of the flame-gun past his hand. Jared", "Ranson tapped the cane carefully upon the ground, avoiding those places\n where he had stood. Few people crossed this overgrown embankment, and", "Ranson stepped back into the room, where the still, terrible form of\n Jared Haller lay. Ranson stared at it, as though seeing it for the", "\"Don't know.\" Ranson felt a queer irritation growing within him. He\n strode stiffly to the window, peered out. In the darkness, the broad", "And then Steve Ranson went into action. In one blinding burst of\n speed, he lunged across the desk, tore Captain Maxwell's pistol from", "\"Since you insist.\" Elath Taen removed his chemist's smock, began, very\n deliberately, to strip off his rubber gloves." ], [ "Across the laboratory Elath Taen had slumped to the floor, a vague\n smile of triumph on his face. Ranson turned to the direction of", "But his words held no force, and Elath Taen was nodding sleepily under\n the influence of the weird dream-music. Ranson knew he should act,", "\"Well done, Mr. Ranson.\" Elath Taen nodded calmly. \"Had the acid struck\n you, it would have rendered you blind.\"", "Ranson gasped. The bizarre figure was that of Dr. Elath Taen,", "\"Exactly, Mr. Ranson.\" Elath Taen smiled thinly. \"Listen!\"", "\"Since you insist.\" Elath Taen removed his chemist's smock, began, very\n deliberately, to strip off his rubber gloves.", "\"Good evening, Mr. Ranson,\" Elath Taen smiled. \"Had I known T.I.\n men were on Mars I should have taken infinitely more precautions.\n However....\"", "Taen, the laboratory, all faded into a kaleidoscopic whirl. Ranson felt\n himself falling down into the gray mists, and consciousness disappeared.", "swiftly, while he could; but the movement of a single muscle seemed\n an intolerable effort. His skin felt as though it were being rubbed\n with velvet, a strange purring sensation filled his brain. He tried to", "master-scientist, sought by the T.I. for years, in vain! Elath Taen,\n outlaw and renegade, whose sole desire was the extermination of all", "\"That's about enough of your tricks!\" Ranson grated. \"Come along, Dr.\n Taen! We're going to headquarters!\"", "A smiling little Martian butler met him in the hall, showed him into\n Haller's study. The head of M.B.C. stood at one end of the big library,", "was lost in the golden world that the elfin melody conjured up. He\n straightened his shoulders, was about to step out.", "Pied Piper of Mars\nBy FREDERIC ARNOLD KUMMER, Jr.\nElath Taen made mad music for the men of Mars.\n\n The red planet lived and would die to the", "terrorized expression on his face I've ever seen. Fear, causing the\n heart attack, his doctor said. You begin to see the set-up? Three men,", "it was a safe bet that no one other than the strange musician had\n been there recently. The scent was a clear one, and the dials on the", "Suddenly the elfin melody changed. Fierce, harsh, it rose, until Ranson\n felt as though a file were rasping his nerves. He knew that he should", "stopped. Ranson shook himself, like a man awakening from a nightmare,\n saw uniformed figures leaping to the bank. From the shadow of the\nfayeh", "Han canal lay placid; the stars caught in its jet meshes gently\n drifted toward the bank, shattered on the white marble. Along the\n embankment were great fragrant clumps of", "the music, tried to raise his gun, but the weapon slipped from his\n fingers, he fell to his knees. Sleep ... that was all that mattered ..." ], [ "And then Steve Ranson went into action. In one blinding burst of\n speed, he lunged across the desk, tore Captain Maxwell's pistol from", "\"You can't get away with this, Ranson!\" Captain Maxwell shook his head.\n \"It'll only make it tougher for you when we nab you again! Be sensible!\n Put down that gun.\"", "\"Sorry.\" Captain Maxwell shook his head. \"You know I'd like to, Ranson.\n But this is murder. To let a confessed murderer, even though he is a", "Free of headquarters, Ranson began to run. Only a few moments, he\n knew, before Maxwell and his men blasted a way to freedom, set out in", "arcs. Captain Maxwell chewed at his gray mustache,\n staring curiously at Ranson.", "locked Maxwell and his men in the room. Then, dropping the gun into\n his pocket, he ran swiftly down the corridor to the main entrance of\n headquarters. In the hall a patrolman glanced at him suspiciously,", "screamed, \"Kill!\" And Jared Haller obeyed. He snatched the flame-gun\n from his pocket, levelled it at Ranson.", "Whether it was the deadly melody outside, or the instinct of\n self-preservation, Ranson never knew, but he drove at Haller with grim", "\"You killed Haller,\" Captain Maxwell said. \"And you blame it on this\n alleged music. I might believe you, Ranson, but how many other people", "The end came with startling suddenness. Ranson, twisting his opponent's\n arm back, felt the searing blast of the flame-gun past his hand. Jared", "Ranson stood motionless for a moment as a canal boat swept by, then\n drew from his pocket a heavy black tube. He tugged, and it extended", "The old house was dark, with an air of morbid deadly calm about\n it. Ranson tried the door, found it locked. A quick spurt from his", "T.I. man, go free, is impossible.\" The captain drew a deep breath,\n motioned to the two gray-uniformed patrolmen. \"Take Mr. Ranson.\"", "Ranson took the key from the massive plastic door as he backed\n through the entrance. Once in the hall, he slammed the door shut,", "\"Don't know.\" Ranson felt a queer irritation growing within him. He\n strode stiffly to the window, peered out. In the darkness, the broad", "\"Well done, Mr. Ranson.\" Elath Taen nodded calmly. \"Had the acid struck\n you, it would have rendered you blind.\"", "\"Yes.\" Ranson nodded sombrely. \"In the struggle. Self-defense. But even\n if it hadn't been self-defense, I probably would have fought with him.", "\"No good. Got to work fast.\" Ranson backed toward the door, gun\n in hand. \"Let this mad music go unchecked and it's death to all", "As he spoke, his hand moved suddenly, as though to hurl the test tube\n at Ranson. Quick as he was, the T.I. man was quicker. A spurt of", "\"Sorry.\" Ranson said tightly. \"But it had to be done. There's hell\n loose on Mars, the devil's melody! And it's got to be stopped before it\n turns this planet upside down!\"" ], [ "open, saw a slim, dark, exotic girl step through into the room. Slung\n about her neck in the manner of an accordian, was a square box, with", "exquisitely beautiful scenes, of women lovely beyond imagination. All\n of man's hopes, man's dreams, were in that music, and it drew Ranson as", "keys studding its top. For a long moment Ranson stared at the dark,\n enigmatic girl, watched her hands dance over the keys to produce the", "Time-bound ritual, mysterious passions and hates, torturous, devious\n logic ... all these, like dark winding underground streams run beneath\n the tall fair city that brings such thrilled superlatives to the lips", "inscrutable air about Mercis which even terrestials of twenty years'\n residence cannot explain. Outwardly a tourists' mecca, with white", "soft lulling music. About her head, he noticed, was a queer copper\n helmet, of a type he had never before seen. And then the girl, Elath", "Look, Mr. Ranson! There's just one clue to these mysterious deaths!\n And that's the music! In each instance the servants told of hearing,", "resembled a livid scar. The room was silent as a tomb; outside, they\n could hear the vague rumbling of the city, with the distant swish of", "Han canal lay placid; the stars caught in its jet meshes gently\n drifted toward the bank, shattered on the white marble. Along the\n embankment were great fragrant clumps of", "swiftly, while he could; but the movement of a single muscle seemed\n an intolerable effort. His skin felt as though it were being rubbed\n with velvet, a strange purring sensation filled his brain. He tried to", "\"Outwardly,\" Haller snapped. \"But what do you or any other earthmen\n know about what goes on in their round red heads? And the proof that", "the call of the Pied Piper, the chant of the houris in paradise. It\n conjured up pictures in Ranson's mind ... pictures of fairyland, of", "it was a safe bet that no one other than the strange musician had\n been there recently. The scent was a clear one, and the dials on the", "first time. Outside, there were pounding feet; the canal-patrolmen\n raced through the house, toward the study. And then, his brain weary as", "\"Don't know.\" Ranson felt a queer irritation growing within him. He\n strode stiffly to the window, peered out. In the darkness, the broad", "At the end of an alley where the purple shadows lay like stagnant\n pools, Ranson paused. The alley was a cul-de-sac, which meant that", "very faintly, a strange melody. Music that did queer things to them,\n even though they could hear it only vaguely. Music like none they'd", "yearning seductive tone. A call, it seemed, irresistible, soft, with\n a thousand promises. This was the song the sirens sang to Ulysses,", "Ranson gasped. The bizarre figure was that of Dr. Elath Taen,", "\"Well done, Mr. Ranson.\" Elath Taen nodded calmly. \"Had the acid struck\n you, it would have rendered you blind.\"" ], [ "Whether it was the deadly melody outside, or the instinct of\n self-preservation, Ranson never knew, but he drove at Haller with grim", "screamed, \"Kill!\" And Jared Haller obeyed. He snatched the flame-gun\n from his pocket, levelled it at Ranson.", "Jared Haller froze, his face gray as lead, his eyes blue horror. Ranson\n was like a man in a trance, bent forward, lips pressed tight until they", "Ranson stepped back into the room, where the still, terrible form of\n Jared Haller lay. Ranson stared at it, as though seeing it for the", "\"You killed Haller,\" Captain Maxwell said. \"And you blame it on this\n alleged music. I might believe you, Ranson, but how many other people", "\"One thing,\" he said slowly. \"The music.\"\n\n\n \"Music?\" Ranson echoed. \"Look here, Mr. Haller, you....\"", "pursuit. Like a lean gray shadow Ranson ran, twisting, dodging, among\n the narrow streets, heading toward Haller's house. Mercis was a dream", "Ranson took the key from the massive plastic door as he backed\n through the entrance. Once in the hall, he slammed the door shut,", "Turning, Ranson found himself face to face with Jared Haller. But the\n tall flinty magnate was now another person. Primitive, atavistic rage", "The end came with startling suddenness. Ranson, twisting his opponent's\n arm back, felt the searing blast of the flame-gun past his hand. Jared", "And then Steve Ranson went into action. In one blinding burst of\n speed, he lunged across the desk, tore Captain Maxwell's pistol from", "the criminals and outlaws of the solar system. But Haller still hadn't\n told what crime had taken place. This time Ranson applied the spur of\n silence. It worked.", "\"Suicide, insanity, heart attack.\" Ranson shrugged. \"All perfectly\n normal. Coincidence that they should happen within three weeks. What\n makes you think there's been foul play?\"", "The old house was dark, with an air of morbid deadly calm about\n it. Ranson tried the door, found it locked. A quick spurt from his", "Free of headquarters, Ranson began to run. Only a few moments, he\n knew, before Maxwell and his men blasted a way to freedom, set out in", "to have an operator sent without explanation as to why he was wanted.\n Ranson put it directly. \"Why did you require the help of T.I., Mr.\n Haller?\" he asked.", "\"Good God!\" Ranson's eyes darted about the laboratory. \"That ... that's\n the same as Haller and I....\"", "\"Then you admit killing Haller?\" he demanded.", "Taen, the laboratory, all faded into a kaleidoscopic whirl. Ranson felt\n himself falling down into the gray mists, and consciousness disappeared.", "\"Mr. Ranson,\" Haller leaned forward, his face a gray grim mask,\n \"someone, something, is working to gain control of the Martian" ], [ "Whether it was the deadly melody outside, or the instinct of\n self-preservation, Ranson never knew, but he drove at Haller with grim", "\"One thing,\" he said slowly. \"The music.\"\n\n\n \"Music?\" Ranson echoed. \"Look here, Mr. Haller, you....\"", "\"You killed Haller,\" Captain Maxwell said. \"And you blame it on this\n alleged music. I might believe you, Ranson, but how many other people", "distorted his features, insane murder lurked in his eyes. The music was\n his master, and it was driving him to frenzy. \"Kill!\" the weird rhythm", "Suddenly the elfin melody changed. Fierce, harsh, it rose, until Ranson\n felt as though a file were rasping his nerves. He knew that he should", "Look, Mr. Ranson! There's just one clue to these mysterious deaths!\n And that's the music! In each instance the servants told of hearing,", "Jared Haller froze, his face gray as lead, his eyes blue horror. Ranson\n was like a man in a trance, bent forward, lips pressed tight until they", "the hypnotism of sound. Louder and clearer the music sounded, in eerie\n overtones, quavering sobbing minors, fierce reverberating bass. Sharp", "\"Quit stalling!\" Ranson snapped. \"Get going! I....\" The words faded on\n the T.I. man's lips. Faintly, in the distance, came the strains of\n soft eerie music!", "wild music. Berserk rage sounded in each shivering note and Ranson felt\n an insane desire to run amok. To inflict pain, to see red blood flow,", "very faintly, a strange melody. Music that did queer things to them,\n even though they could hear it only vaguely. Music like none they'd", "That music was madness, I tell you! Madness! Nobody's responsible when\n under its influence! I....\"", "It was the pipes of Pan, the chant of robots, the crying of souls in\n torment. It was a cloudy purple haze that engulfed the mind, it was a", "them, like an undercurrent of madness, ran the macabre melody.\nThere was, there had never been, Ranson knew, any music like this.", "At that moment the lethal rhythm outside changed abruptly. From the\n fierce maddening beat of a few minutes before, the chords took on a", "sleep. The music was like chloroform, its notes stroked his brain.\n Through half-shut eyes he saw a door at the rear of the laboratory", "terrorized expression on his face I've ever seen. Fear, causing the\n heart attack, his doctor said. You begin to see the set-up? Three men,", "As he approached the window the melody grew louder. The hypnotism of\n sound, he knew, but he didn't care. It was enthralling, irresistible.", "\"Hold me for trial?\" Ranson leaned forward, his gaunt face intent.\n \"While the real killer, the person playing that music, gets away? Look!", "exquisitely beautiful scenes, of women lovely beyond imagination. All\n of man's hopes, man's dreams, were in that music, and it drew Ranson as" ] ]

[ "What seems to be the primary benefit of becoming a changeling?", "What was Asa's true motivation for choosing Jordan's Planet?", "What happens to a changeling after their sentence is served?", "Why would Tom Dorr frame Asa Graybar for stealing the Slider egg?", "Why did Furston instruct Graybar to eat berries?", "Why did Harriet crash the helicopter?", "The changelings on Jordan's Planet most closely resembled what Earth-dwelling creature?", "What unique physical features do Sliders have flanking their bodies?", "Why did Dorr most likely leave Graybar to fend for himself on Jordan's Planet after the Slider attack?" ]

[ [ "Efficient labor and reduced prison sentences.", "Regeneration of bodily organs.", "Extended life expectancy.", "Developing superhuman powers." ], [ "Studying Slider eggs in their natural habitat.", "He wanted to serve a reduced sentence.", "The conversions made mud-dwelling more comfortable.", "The bankroll was far greater than on other planets." ], [ "They continue to hunt Slider eggs for the Hazeltynes.", "They are converted back to their normal body and returned to Earth.", "They maintain their conversion as a permanent reminder of their crimes.", "They can choose to stay on their new planet or return to Earth." ], [ "Graybar's discoveries could ruin the Hazeltyne business.", "He was protecting himself from being a potential suspect in the theft.", "He was protecting Harriet from incrimination.", "He was getting paid a small fortune to do so." ], [ "To help him acclimate to his new changeling diet.", "To demonstrate the impossibility of escaping imprisonment and seeking refuge on Jordan's Planet.", "To help him develop an immunity to toxic plant life.", "So that he would have enough energy to hunt Slider eggs." ], [ "She thought the dead Slider was alive and tried to kill it.", "The gravity on Jordan's Planet was different from that on Earth.", "She was using it as a projectile to kill Graybar.", "She didn't know how to fly one." ], [ "A frog.", "A salamander.", "A worm.", "A gorilla." ], [ "Massive jaws for consuming prey.", "A wormlike torso for smooth navigation.", "Sixteen flippers for gripping mud.", "Greenish black scales for camouflage." ], [ "He wanted to neutralize the threat Graybar posed to his personal ambitions.", "He was jealous of Harriet's affection for Graybar.", "He was afraid of facing additional Slider attacks.", "He knew where the egg was, so it didn't matter if Graybar was alive or not." ] ]

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[ [ "permitting a convicted criminal to earn his freedom by putting in one\n year as a changeling for every five years he would otherwise have had\n to spend in rehabilitation.", "His only problem would be staying alive for a year.\nAn interview with a doctor from the Conversion Corps was required\n for all persons who elected changeling status. The law stated that", "\"Take the five,\" Jumpy advised. \"Learn basket-weaving in a nice\n air-conditioned rehab clinic. A year on a changeling deal will seem a\n lot longer, even if you're lucky enough to live through it.\"", "\"Why such a difference? Everyone knows about muck men living in the\n mud while they hunt Slider eggs. But don't your conversions make the\n changeling comfortable in his new environment?\"", "controls than he could inside a pressure suit. On more bizarre planets\n a few light-years away the advantages of changeling bodies were\n greater.", "Unfortunately for planetary development companies, hardly anyone\n wanted to become a changeling. High pay lured few. So a law was passed", "He felt someone ease him back down onto a wheeled stretcher. Before\n consciousness faded completely he realized that no one got a chance\n to back out of becoming a changeling, that he was on his way to the\n conversion tank right now.", "\"What types of changelings do you have orders for right now, doctor?\"\n Asa asked the man assigned to his case. It would look suspicious if he\n asked for Jordan's Planet without some preliminary questions.", "\"Sure they do,\" said the doctor. \"We can make you think mud feels\n better than chinchilla fur and we can have you jumping like a", "potential changelings must be fully informed of the rights and hazards\n of altered shape before they signed a release. The requirement held\n whether or not the individual, like Asa, was already experienced.", "MUCK MAN\nBY FREMONT DODGE\nThe work wasn't hard, but there were some sacrifices.\n\n You had to give up hope and freedom—and being human!", "\"In case you don't like it here,\" Furston said, \"you can get a week\n knocked off your sentence for every egg you bring in. Now get out there\n and work that muck.\"", "as an ordinary man's legs. The hands had become efficient scoops, with\n broad fingers webbed to the first joint and tipped with spade-like", "Nevertheless his time was not wasted. He had as a companion, or\n cellmate, another convict who had elected conversion to muck man. More\n important, his companion had done time on Jordan's Planet before and\n had wanted to return.", "Asa hopped over to the egg, which was still full of a dancing radiance\n where it rested on the mud. He scooped a hole in the muck and buried\n the egg.", "Everyone had seen pictures of muck men. It was different having one\n stand beside you. Kershaw looked much like an enormous frog except that", "\"We're in luck,\" he said as Asa skidded to a stop at his side. \"An egg\n was laid somewhere here within the last week. These places are hard to\n spot when the new weeds start growing.\"", "\"Nope,\" Asa said softly. \"I'm going into a conversion tank. I'm going\n to be a muck man, Jumpy. I'm going out to Jordan's Planet and hunt\n Slider eggs.\"", "\"A big one,\" Kershaw said. He held it, still smeared with traces of\n mud, lovingly to his cheek, and then lifted it to eye level. \"Just look", "Asa turned without a word and hopped feebly away from Furston. He\n lifted his head to breathe deeply and saw two humans watching him from\n an observation tower on the roof." ], [ "The doctor shrugged, as if naturally no one could be expected to\n choose Jordan's Planet. Asa frowned in apparent consideration of the\n alternatives.\n\n\n \"What's the pay range?\" he asked.", "to Jordan's Planet on a fancy tour. I told him the real reason I was\n here was to check up for my father on the way he was running things and", "\"Nope,\" Asa said softly. \"I'm going into a conversion tank. I'm going\n to be a muck man, Jumpy. I'm going out to Jordan's Planet and hunt\n Slider eggs.\"", "Asa Graybar kept his normal form on Jordan's Planet just long enough to\n learn the discomfort of double gravity. He was told he needed another", "Nevertheless his time was not wasted. He had as a companion, or\n cellmate, another convict who had elected conversion to muck man. More\n important, his companion had done time on Jordan's Planet before and\n had wanted to return.", "\"What types of changelings do you have orders for right now, doctor?\"\n Asa asked the man assigned to his case. It would look suspicious if he\n asked for Jordan's Planet without some preliminary questions.", "your tolerance for carbon monoxide and make you a bigger and better\n gorilla than the natives. Last, of course, there's always a need for\n muck men on Jordan's Planet.\"", "of Jordan's Planet and turned most of its surface into marsh and mud\n flats. A high wall enclosed the far portion of the courtyard. Ranged\n along the wall were thirty stalls for muck men.", "\"Nope. I want to make sure you come back.\" Asa turned his head to\n Harriet. \"You see, Miss Hazeltyne, I don't trust your friend. You might\n ask him to tell you about it.\"", "Jumpy, Asa's cellmate, took one look at his face as he was put back\n behind bars.\n\n\n \"Guilty,\" Jumpy said.\n\n\n Asa glared at him.", "Asa was put through a series of exercises to get him used to his\n distorted body, to teach him how to leap and how to dig. He was shown", "before it was thrown away, to make sure it didn't conceal an egg. As he\n worked, Asa kept thinking what an inefficient system it was. Everything\n about the operation was wrong.", "Asa turned without a word and hopped feebly away from Furston. He\n lifted his head to breathe deeply and saw two humans watching him from\n an observation tower on the roof.", "Planet, with his physiology adapted to the environment of that wretched\n world, he could study the eggs under conditions no laboratory could\n duplicate. He might even be able to cause trouble for Hazeltyne.", "Asa glanced around quickly to make sure no Sliders had already come. He\n eyed the helicopter with distaste at the thought of what a flimsy fort\n it would make.", "\"Ten dollars a day on Caesar's Moon. Fifteen on New Arcady or Von\n Neumann Two. Twenty-five on Jordan's.\"\n\n\n Asa raised his eyebrows.", "Asa pushed himself upright with one arm and tried a small hop. Nerve\n and muscle coordination was perfect. He found himself leaping as high\n as Kershaw's head.", "Asa took four steps to the far wall of the cell, stood there briefly\n with his head bent and turned to face Jumpy.", "Asa didn't hesitate. \"The egg stays with me,\" he said softly.\n\n\n \"You do what I tell you, mucker,\" said Dorr.", "Asa didn't answer. The Hazeltyne company had gone after him because\n he had been working on a method of keeping Slider eggs alive. The" ], [ "permitting a convicted criminal to earn his freedom by putting in one\n year as a changeling for every five years he would otherwise have had\n to spend in rehabilitation.", "\"Take the five,\" Jumpy advised. \"Learn basket-weaving in a nice\n air-conditioned rehab clinic. A year on a changeling deal will seem a\n lot longer, even if you're lucky enough to live through it.\"", "\"In case you don't like it here,\" Furston said, \"you can get a week\n knocked off your sentence for every egg you bring in. Now get out there\n and work that muck.\"", "His only problem would be staying alive for a year.\nAn interview with a doctor from the Conversion Corps was required\n for all persons who elected changeling status. The law stated that", "Unfortunately for planetary development companies, hardly anyone\n wanted to become a changeling. High pay lured few. So a law was passed", "He felt someone ease him back down onto a wheeled stretcher. Before\n consciousness faded completely he realized that no one got a chance\n to back out of becoming a changeling, that he was on his way to the\n conversion tank right now.", "\"Why such a difference? Everyone knows about muck men living in the\n mud while they hunt Slider eggs. But don't your conversions make the\n changeling comfortable in his new environment?\"", "Nevertheless his time was not wasted. He had as a companion, or\n cellmate, another convict who had elected conversion to muck man. More\n important, his companion had done time on Jordan's Planet before and\n had wanted to return.", "\"What types of changelings do you have orders for right now, doctor?\"\n Asa asked the man assigned to his case. It would look suspicious if he\n asked for Jordan's Planet without some preliminary questions.", "potential changelings must be fully informed of the rights and hazards\n of altered shape before they signed a release. The requirement held\n whether or not the individual, like Asa, was already experienced.", "Jumpy, Asa's cellmate, took one look at his face as he was put back\n behind bars.\n\n\n \"Guilty,\" Jumpy said.\n\n\n Asa glared at him.", "controls than he could inside a pressure suit. On more bizarre planets\n a few light-years away the advantages of changeling bodies were\n greater.", "MUCK MAN\nBY FREMONT DODGE\nThe work wasn't hard, but there were some sacrifices.\n\n You had to give up hope and freedom—and being human!", "ideas of hiding out till your term is up, forget 'em. Right here is\n where you eat.\"", "Asa turned without a word and hopped feebly away from Furston. He\n lifted his head to breathe deeply and saw two humans watching him from\n an observation tower on the roof.", "Asa hopped over to the egg, which was still full of a dancing radiance\n where it rested on the mud. He scooped a hole in the muck and buried\n the egg.", "\"I made a fool of myself.\" She made a face back in the direction of\n the settlement. \"Dorr wasn't going to come after you. He said anyone\n who talked back to him should try arguing with the Sliders.\"", "After an hour passed Asa began to worry. He was sure Dorr would return\n for the egg. Finally he realized that Dorr could locate the egg", "\"Do what he says,\" Kershaw whispered to Graybar. \"He's sort of a trusty\n and warden and parole officer rolled into one.\"", "\"That's to remind you you're still a man,\" Furston said, grinning.\n \"Everything that grows on this planet is poison. So if you got any" ], [ "Tom Dorr, Hazeltyne's general manager, was her escort. Asa felt\n certain, without proof, that Dorr was the man who had framed him for", "the charge of grand theft by secreting a fresh Slider egg in his\n laboratory. The older man stared at Asa coldly as he was led out of\n the courtroom and down the corridor back to jail.", "Asa didn't answer. The Hazeltyne company had gone after him because\n he had been working on a method of keeping Slider eggs alive. The", "\"Graybar?\" asked a voice in his earphone. \"What's up?\"\n\n\n \"We've got an egg but a Slider wants it back.\"\n\n\n \"On the way.\"", "After an hour passed Asa began to worry. He was sure Dorr would return\n for the egg. Finally he realized that Dorr could locate the egg", "Asa didn't hesitate. \"The egg stays with me,\" he said softly.\n\n\n \"You do what I tell you, mucker,\" said Dorr.", "The girl with the Slider egg glittering in her hair watched the\n bailiff lead Asa Graybar out of the courtroom. He recognized her as", "approximately by the body of the dead Slider. Dorr could return for the\n egg any time with some other muck man to dig for it.", "\"I see you took care of the Slider,\" he said. \"Hand over the egg.\"", "Asa had held a Slider egg in his hand as he gazed into it. He could\n understand. The shell was clear as crystal, taut but elastic, while", "If he tried to carry the egg back, Asa knew, Sliders would attack him\n all along the way. A man had no chance of getting five miles with an", "before it was thrown away, to make sure it didn't conceal an egg. As he\n worked, Asa kept thinking what an inefficient system it was. Everything\n about the operation was wrong.", "\"Nope,\" Asa said softly. \"I'm going into a conversion tank. I'm going\n to be a muck man, Jumpy. I'm going out to Jordan's Planet and hunt\n Slider eggs.\"", "\"Are you going to have room for me too?\" he asked.\n\n\n \"Not this trip,\" Dorr answered. \"Now give me the egg.\"", "The girl's presence merely puzzled Asa, but Dorr's being here worried\n him. Dorr had tried to get rid of him once and was now in an excellent\n position to make the riddance permanent.", "It took about four years for a Slider egg to die. Beauty, rarity and\n fading value made the eggs a luxury item like nothing the world had", "\"We're in luck,\" he said as Asa skidded to a stop at his side. \"An egg\n was laid somewhere here within the last week. These places are hard to\n spot when the new weeds start growing.\"", "Asa hopped over to the egg, which was still full of a dancing radiance\n where it rested on the mud. He scooped a hole in the muck and buried\n the egg.", "Dorr stared at him with narrowed eyes. Suddenly he smiled in a way that\n worried Asa.", "\"Last time I was here there was about one mucker killed for every six\n eggs brought out. Of course you're not supposed to stand there admiring\n the eggs like I did while a Slider comes up on you.\"" ], [ "Next morning Furston passed out guns, knives, radios, and pouches to\n carry any eggs the muck men found. He gave each man a compass and\n assigned the sectors to be worked during the day. Finally he called\n Graybar aside.", "\"That's to remind you you're still a man,\" Furston said, grinning.\n \"Everything that grows on this planet is poison. So if you got any", "Furston sent Graybar and Kershaw out together so that the veteran could\n show Asa the ropes. Asa had already learned that the wall around the", "\"In case you don't like it here,\" Furston said, \"you can get a week\n knocked off your sentence for every egg you bring in. Now get out there\n and work that muck.\"", "Asa turned without a word and hopped feebly away from Furston. He\n lifted his head to breathe deeply and saw two humans watching him from\n an observation tower on the roof.", "Furston laughed.", "how to operate the radio he would carry and how to fire the pencil-slim\n rockets of this gun. Finally he was told to eat a few berries from a\n native vine. He did so and immediately vomited.", "\"Names?\" he growled. He was a foot taller than Graybar and big\n everywhere in proportion.\n\n\n \"Kershaw. I'm back, Furston.\"", "\"Do what he says,\" Kershaw whispered to Graybar. \"He's sort of a trusty\n and warden and parole officer rolled into one.\"", "Asa Graybar kept his normal form on Jordan's Planet just long enough to\n learn the discomfort of double gravity. He was told he needed another", "\"Come on, Graybar,\" said a deep, booming voice. \"Let's test our wings.\"", "\"I'm Graybar.\"\n\n\n \"Kershaw again? Just start in where you left off, sucker. Come on,\n you.\" He pointed to Asa and leaped to the open portion of the courtyard.", "Asa pulled down the mouthpiece of his radio.\n\n\n \"This is Graybar, calling the helicopter,\" he said. \"When are you\n coming?\"", "\"Whatever you say, Graybar,\" Dorr said. He turned to the controls. In\n another minute the helicopter was in the sky.", "\"Graybar?\" asked a voice in his earphone. \"What's up?\"\n\n\n \"We've got an egg but a Slider wants it back.\"\n\n\n \"On the way.\"", "to die. There's nothing like a fresh one. And I'm not the first to\n go crazy over them. When I was reconverted and got home I had nine", "\"Sure they do,\" said the doctor. \"We can make you think mud feels\n better than chinchilla fur and we can have you jumping like a", "\"We're in luck,\" he said as Asa skidded to a stop at his side. \"An egg\n was laid somewhere here within the last week. These places are hard to\n spot when the new weeds start growing.\"", "She looked up at the machine-gun on the helicopter.\n\n\n \"They feed at night, you know. And they eat their own kind,\" she said.\n \"The Slider you killed would draw them like ants to jam.\"", "chambers. On the space freighter that carried him from Earth Asa\n Graybar was confined to a small cabin that was opened only for a guard\n to bring meals and take out dirty dishes. He was still a prisoner." ], [ "extra burden of taking care of the pilot. When he reached the nose\n of the helicopter he saw that the pilot, untangling herself from the\n controls to get up, was Harriet Hazeltyne.", "She shrugged, as if to indicate that she had made a mess of things.\n\n\n \"And you took the helicopter by yourself,\" Asa said, as if he could\n hardly believe it yet.", "Then he smiled in relief, for it was the helicopter, the blessed\n helicopter, coming in over the swamp. But what if it was Dorr, coming", "She looked up at the machine-gun on the helicopter.\n\n\n \"They feed at night, you know. And they eat their own kind,\" she said.\n \"The Slider you killed would draw them like ants to jam.\"", "\"Anyway,\" Harriet said, \"I told him he couldn't just leave you here\n and we started arguing. I lost my temper. He thought he had brought me", "No machine-gun blast of rockets came from the helicopter. The big\n machine swooped low dizzily, tilted back in an inexpert attempt to", "\"The helicopter ought to be here pretty soon,\" Asa said. He looked over\n at the dead Slider and shook his head. \"Tell me, what are the odds on\n getting killed doing this?\"", "\"Nope. I want to make sure you come back.\" Asa turned his head to\n Harriet. \"You see, Miss Hazeltyne, I don't trust your friend. You might\n ask him to tell you about it.\"", "the mud, but the weight of the helicopter was upon it and the mud held\n it with a suction of its own. After a few minutes he had to give up.", "Asa pulled down the mouthpiece of his radio.\n\n\n \"This is Graybar, calling the helicopter,\" he said. \"When are you\n coming?\"", "hover, thumped down upon the mud and slid forward. As Asa jumped aside,\n the landing skids caught against the Slider's body and the helicopter", "Asa glanced around quickly to make sure no Sliders had already come. He\n eyed the helicopter with distaste at the thought of what a flimsy fort\n it would make.", "\"Whatever you say, Graybar,\" Dorr said. He turned to the controls. In\n another minute the helicopter was in the sky.", "and hang on while it rolls around in the mud. Finally, if the 'copter\n comes—and if they don't shoot off your head by mistake—you live to\n tell the tale.\"\nII", "A round trip for the helicopter should have taken no more than twenty\n minutes, allowing time for Kershaw to be taken out at the settlement.", "Tom Dorr, Hazeltyne's general manager, was her escort. Asa felt\n certain, without proof, that Dorr was the man who had framed him for", "Asa tugged at the body of the Slider until he got it off the skids of\n the plane. He pulled with all his strength at the rotor blade sunk in", "\"Just in case there are any more Sliders around,\" he explained.\n\n\n \"Makes no difference,\" said Kershaw, pointing upward. \"Here comes the\n 'copter, late as usual.\"", "old Hazeltyne's daughter Harriet, no doubt come to see justice done.\n She didn't have the hothouse-flower look Asa would have expected in a", "He leaped twenty feet into the air for a closer look.\n\n\n Gazing at him with repugnance, after witnessing the end of his session\n with Furston, were Harriet Hazeltyne and general manager Tom Dorr." ], [ "\"What types of changelings do you have orders for right now, doctor?\"\n Asa asked the man assigned to his case. It would look suspicious if he\n asked for Jordan's Planet without some preliminary questions.", "controls than he could inside a pressure suit. On more bizarre planets\n a few light-years away the advantages of changeling bodies were\n greater.", "of Jordan's Planet and turned most of its surface into marsh and mud\n flats. A high wall enclosed the far portion of the courtyard. Ranged\n along the wall were thirty stalls for muck men.", "Unfortunately for planetary development companies, hardly anyone\n wanted to become a changeling. High pay lured few. So a law was passed", "your tolerance for carbon monoxide and make you a bigger and better\n gorilla than the natives. Last, of course, there's always a need for\n muck men on Jordan's Planet.\"", "Asa Graybar kept his normal form on Jordan's Planet just long enough to\n learn the discomfort of double gravity. He was told he needed another", "\"Nope,\" Asa said softly. \"I'm going into a conversion tank. I'm going\n to be a muck man, Jumpy. I'm going out to Jordan's Planet and hunt\n Slider eggs.\"", "Nevertheless his time was not wasted. He had as a companion, or\n cellmate, another convict who had elected conversion to muck man. More\n important, his companion had done time on Jordan's Planet before and\n had wanted to return.", "\"Why such a difference? Everyone knows about muck men living in the\n mud while they hunt Slider eggs. But don't your conversions make the\n changeling comfortable in his new environment?\"", "to Jordan's Planet on a fancy tour. I told him the real reason I was\n here was to check up for my father on the way he was running things and", "What was the night like on Jordan's Planet? Maybe Sliders slept at\n night. If he could stay awake, and if he didn't faint from hunger in\n this strange new body, and if the Sliders left him alone....", "like a summer breeze back on Earth. Tiny, slippery creatures skidded\n and splashed out of their way. Finally Kershaw stopped. His experienced", "He felt someone ease him back down onto a wheeled stretcher. Before\n consciousness faded completely he realized that no one got a chance\n to back out of becoming a changeling, that he was on his way to the\n conversion tank right now.", "Planet, with his physiology adapted to the environment of that wretched\n world, he could study the eggs under conditions no laboratory could\n duplicate. He might even be able to cause trouble for Hazeltyne.", "Everyone had seen pictures of muck men. It was different having one\n stand beside you. Kershaw looked much like an enormous frog except that", "The doctor shrugged, as if naturally no one could be expected to\n choose Jordan's Planet. Asa frowned in apparent consideration of the\n alternatives.\n\n\n \"What's the pay range?\" he asked.", "his head was still mostly human. He was sitting on webbed feet, his\n lower legs bent double under huge thighs, and his trunk tilted forward\n so that his arms dangled to the ground. The arms were as thick around", "His only problem would be staying alive for a year.\nAn interview with a doctor from the Conversion Corps was required\n for all persons who elected changeling status. The law stated that", "She looked up at the machine-gun on the helicopter.\n\n\n \"They feed at night, you know. And they eat their own kind,\" she said.\n \"The Slider you killed would draw them like ants to jam.\"", "worlds man had discovered. Even on Mars, the only planet outside Earth\n in the solar system where the human anatomy was remotely suitable, a\n man could work more efficiently with redesigned lungs and temperature" ], [ "weeds. The top segment was almost all mouth, already opened to show row\n upon row of teeth. Before Asa could draw his gun the Slider lowered\n its head to the ground, dug two front flippers into the mud and shot", "flesh. The Slider writhed, coating its wound in mud, and twisted toward\n Asa. He leaped to one side, firing from the air and missing, and saw", "The big machine circled them, hovered to inspect the dead Slider, and\n settled down on broad skids. Through the transparent nose Asa could see", "Slider would be on top of him before he could escape. As he landed he\n thrust his gun forward almost into the mouth of the creature and fired\n again.", "At each leap along the trail they peered quickly around. They saw no\n Sliders, but this meant little, for the beasts lived under the mud as\n much as on top of it.", "the Slider turn toward the patch of weeds where he would land. His legs\n were tensed to leap again the moment he hit the mud, but he saw the", "When the Slider catches you, you leap up while it buries its jaws in\n the mud where you were just standing. You dig your claws in its back", "other had been broken. The egg lay flickering on top of the mud where\n Kershaw had dropped it. The Slider, eight flippers on each side working", "Asa had held a Slider egg in his hand as he gazed into it. He could\n understand. The shell was clear as crystal, taut but elastic, while", "hover, thumped down upon the mud and slid forward. As Asa jumped aside,\n the landing skids caught against the Slider's body and the helicopter", "She looked up at the machine-gun on the helicopter.\n\n\n \"They feed at night, you know. And they eat their own kind,\" she said.\n \"The Slider you killed would draw them like ants to jam.\"", "Asa tugged at the body of the Slider until he got it off the skids of\n the plane. He pulled with all his strength at the rotor blade sunk in", "at it.\"\nA SLIDER EGG\nThe egg was flashing with a mad radiance, like a thousand diamonds", "Hardly anyone faced with the beauty of a Slider's egg bothered to\n question its workings. For a few expectant moments there would be only", "\"Last time I was here there was about one mucker killed for every six\n eggs brought out. Of course you're not supposed to stand there admiring\n the eggs like I did while a Slider comes up on you.\"", "Asa glanced around quickly to make sure no Sliders had already come. He\n eyed the helicopter with distaste at the thought of what a flimsy fort\n it would make.", "\"Keep your eyes open,\" Kershaw said. \"There's a Slider been around here\n lately. If you see something like an express train headed our way,\n start shooting.\"", "Everyone had seen pictures of muck men. It was different having one\n stand beside you. Kershaw looked much like an enormous frog except that", "\"It's the Slider eggs,\" explained Kershaw, the two-time loser. \"The\n ones you see on Earth knock your eyes out, but they've already begun", "At the edge of the clearing a segmented length of greenish black\n scales, some two feet thick and six feet high, had reared up out of the" ], [ "Asa Graybar kept his normal form on Jordan's Planet just long enough to\n learn the discomfort of double gravity. He was told he needed another", "\"Whatever you say, Graybar,\" Dorr said. He turned to the controls. In\n another minute the helicopter was in the sky.", "\"I made a fool of myself.\" She made a face back in the direction of\n the settlement. \"Dorr wasn't going to come after you. He said anyone\n who talked back to him should try arguing with the Sliders.\"", "\"Nope,\" Asa said softly. \"I'm going into a conversion tank. I'm going\n to be a muck man, Jumpy. I'm going out to Jordan's Planet and hunt\n Slider eggs.\"", "\"Graybar?\" asked a voice in his earphone. \"What's up?\"\n\n\n \"We've got an egg but a Slider wants it back.\"\n\n\n \"On the way.\"", "\"Nope. In this drizzle, at night, the Sliders would be on us before\n we could see them. We've got to try to get back.\" He stood in thought", "The doctor shrugged, as if naturally no one could be expected to\n choose Jordan's Planet. Asa frowned in apparent consideration of the\n alternatives.\n\n\n \"What's the pay range?\" he asked.", "to Jordan's Planet on a fancy tour. I told him the real reason I was\n here was to check up for my father on the way he was running things and", "approximately by the body of the dead Slider. Dorr could return for the\n egg any time with some other muck man to dig for it.", "Nevertheless his time was not wasted. He had as a companion, or\n cellmate, another convict who had elected conversion to muck man. More\n important, his companion had done time on Jordan's Planet before and\n had wanted to return.", "What was the night like on Jordan's Planet? Maybe Sliders slept at\n night. If he could stay awake, and if he didn't faint from hunger in\n this strange new body, and if the Sliders left him alone....", "lost their bearings, but Dorr would deny him that help.", "The girl's presence merely puzzled Asa, but Dorr's being here worried\n him. Dorr had tried to get rid of him once and was now in an excellent\n position to make the riddance permanent.", "\"Last time I was here there was about one mucker killed for every six\n eggs brought out. Of course you're not supposed to stand there admiring\n the eggs like I did while a Slider comes up on you.\"", "Asa glanced around quickly to make sure no Sliders had already come. He\n eyed the helicopter with distaste at the thought of what a flimsy fort\n it would make.", "\"Are you going to have room for me too?\" he asked.\n\n\n \"Not this trip,\" Dorr answered. \"Now give me the egg.\"", "Asa didn't answer. The Hazeltyne company had gone after him because\n he had been working on a method of keeping Slider eggs alive. The", "chambers. On the space freighter that carried him from Earth Asa\n Graybar was confined to a small cabin that was opened only for a guard\n to bring meals and take out dirty dishes. He was still a prisoner.", "If he tried to carry the egg back, Asa knew, Sliders would attack him\n all along the way. A man had no chance of getting five miles with an", "your tolerance for carbon monoxide and make you a bigger and better\n gorilla than the natives. Last, of course, there's always a need for\n muck men on Jordan's Planet.\"" ] ]

[ "Where was the city located?", "How much time passed between the discovery of the city and Wass activating the switchboard?", "How did the crew discover the shield?", "Why did Martin smile?", "How many times did Martin open the hatch?", "Why did Martin feel sick when they were able to escape?" ]

[ [ "At the equator", "The location is not disclosed", "At the north pole", "At the south pole" ], [ "13 hours", "10 hours", "12 hours", "11 hours" ], [ "They went to the roof of the tallest building", "Wass tried to cross to retrieve forgotten equipment", "Martin and Rodney tried to move past the city's edge", "They activated it using the switchboard" ], [ "He felt amused picturing the aliens crawling everywhere they went", "He felt silly imagining the aliens were man's ancestors", "He felt happy to be exploring the city", "He felt rueful that he left the camera in the lifeboat" ], [ "1", "0", "2", "3" ], [ "He knew Wass had sacrificed his life", "The black city disturbed him", "He had to crawl for an hour through a pipe", "He saw Rodney was upset" ] ]

[ 4, 4, 2, 2, 3, 1 ]

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

[ [ "occurred, and he and his two companions sat and stared in awed silence\n at the city a quarter-mile away.", "Wass, blond and slight, with enough nose for three or four men,\n unbuckled his safety belt and stood up. \"Shall we, gentlemen?\" and with\n a graceful movement of hand and arm he indicated the waiting city.", "An hour later they surfaced about two hundred yards away from the\n edge of the city. Behind them the black pile rose, the dome of force\n shimmering, almost invisible, about it.", "He straightened his shoulders. The city was alien, of course, and that\n explained most of it ... most of it. But he felt the black city was\n something familiar, yet twisted and distorted.", "But—The only city, so far as anyone knew, on the first planet they'd\n ever explored. And it had to be like this. Nightmares, Wass said, and", "passed doors and arches and windows and separate buildings. They moved\n cautiously across five intersections. And they stood in a square\n surrounded by the tallest buildings in the city.", "They reached the center of the city, ahead of the small, slight Wass,\n and stood watching him labor along the metal toward them.", "of this. Then—\"We'll meet you in the middle of the city, where we\n separated.\"", "He saw the dull, black walls of buildings shouldering grimly into the\n twilight sky, saw the sheared edge where the metal city ended and the", "Three feet from the edge of the city Martin stopped and stubbed at the\n sand with the toe of his boot, clearing earth from part of a shining\n metal band.", "and the previous ten, in the time allowed them for exploration while\n this planet was still close enough to their own to permit a safe return\n in their ships, had not spotted the city. But the eleventh expedition", "that out over the bleak, furrowed slopes where the ship's lifeboat\n lay ... and he thought everything outside the city seemed, somehow,\n from here, a little dim, a little hazy.", "\"Is this it,\" Wass murmured, \"or an auxiliary?\"\n\n\n Martin shrugged. \"The whole city's no more than a machine, apparently.\"", "After a time, Wass said, \"Here, too. How far do you think it goes?\"\n\n\n Martin shrugged. \"Clear around the city? I'd like to know what it\n is—was—for.\"", "had, an hour ago, with just thirteen hours left during which a return\n flight could be safely started. So far as was known, this was the only\n city on the planet—the planet without any life at all, save tiny", "surface level, how the city itself looked when they were landing, and\n then when they were walking toward it. The dream was gone again for\n now. Idealism died in him, again and again, yet it was always reborn.", "Martin thought perhaps the city was built by a race of beings who at\n some point twisted away from their evolutionary spiral, plagued by a\n sort of racial insanity.", "He sighted a path parallel with the avenue above, toward the nearest\n edge of the city. \"I think we'll be all right,\" he called out, \"as long\n as we avoid the drifts.\"", "sky, and harsh and black against it, the convoluted earth. And the\n city. Malignant. He wondered, again, what beings would choose to build\n a city—even a city like this one—in such surroundings.", "Martin looked at the metal street lined with its metal objects and he\n sighed. He remembered how the dark buildings of the city looked at" ], [ "Martin glanced at Wass, then started out of the switchboard room, not\n looking back. \"It got in and out of the city some way. Perhaps we can\n leave the same way.\"\n\n\n Down the ramp again.", "After a time, Wass said, \"Here, too. How far do you think it goes?\"\n\n\n Martin shrugged. \"Clear around the city? I'd like to know what it\n is—was—for.\"", "Eleven levels later Rodney asked, \"How much time have we now?\"\n\n\n \"Seven hours,\" Wass said quietly, \"until take-off.\"", "Wass, blond and slight, with enough nose for three or four men,\n unbuckled his safety belt and stood up. \"Shall we, gentlemen?\" and with\n a graceful movement of hand and arm he indicated the waiting city.", "\"Well, they had hands.\" With his torch Wass indicated a small wheel of\n the same metal as everything else in the city, set beside the disk.", "Their radios recorded Wass' laughter. \"I'm at the switchboard now,\n Martin. I—\"\n\n\n There was a tinkle of breaking glass, breaking faceplate.", "\"Ten hours and forty-five minutes,\" Wass disagreed softly. \"Minus the\n time it takes us to get to the lifeboat, fly to the ship, land, stow", "But—The only city, so far as anyone knew, on the first planet they'd\n ever explored. And it had to be like this. Nightmares, Wass said, and", "had, an hour ago, with just thirteen hours left during which a return\n flight could be safely started. So far as was known, this was the only\n city on the planet—the planet without any life at all, save tiny", "and the previous ten, in the time allowed them for exploration while\n this planet was still close enough to their own to permit a safe return\n in their ships, had not spotted the city. But the eleventh expedition", "\"Is this it,\" Wass murmured, \"or an auxiliary?\"\n\n\n Martin shrugged. \"The whole city's no more than a machine, apparently.\"", "An hour later they surfaced about two hundred yards away from the\n edge of the city. Behind them the black pile rose, the dome of force\n shimmering, almost invisible, about it.", "\"Eleven hours,\" Rodney repeated. \"Eleven hours!\" He reached out for the\n switch again. Martin swore, stepped forward, pulled him back roughly.", "\"Make one move toward that switchboard and I'll stop you where you\n stand!\"\nWass moved silently through the darkness beyond the torches. \"We all\n have guns, Martin.\"", "Their radios recorded Rodney's gasp. Then—\"Martin! Martin! I think\n I've found something!\"\n\n\n Martin began to run. After a moment's hesitation, Wass swung in behind\n him.", "\"No. Wass, how much time have we?\"\n\n\n \"The ship leaves in eleven hours.\"", "Then Wass broke his silence, taunting. \"The ship leaves in two hours,\n Martin. Two hours. Hear me, Rodney?\"", "The grate groaned upward and stopped.\n\n\n Wass babbled incoherently into the radio for a moment, and then he\n began to scream.\n\n\n Martin switched off his radio, sick.", "super-swiftness at the air valves and joints of their suits \"—only the\n little moisture in the atmosphere.\"\nThey stood before the switchboard again. Martin and Wass side by side,", "Rodney's gulp was clearly audible through the radio receivers. \"Here?\"\n\n\n \"No, no,\" Martin answered impatiently, \"not just here. I mean the whole\n city.\"" ], [ "Wass' face, Martin saw, was sober. \"I tried to call the ship. No luck.\"\n\n\n \"The shield?\"\n\n\n Wass nodded. \"What else?\"", "\"Here,\" Rodney said, as they came up to him, out of breath. \"Here. See?\n Right here.\"\n\n\n Three flashlights centered on a dark, metal disk raised a foot or more\n from the floor.", "The men from the ship knew only the surface facts about this waiting\n geometric discovery. Theirs was the eleventh inter-planetary flight,", "The three men, clad in their suits and helmets, grouped around the\n six-foot opening, shining their torches down into the thing that\n drifted and eddied directly beneath them.", "\"I imagine they had illumination of some sort,\" Martin answered, dryly.\n \"If we don't hurry up and get through this place and back to the ship,\n we're very likely to find out.\"", "Martin grinned faintly. Wass, too, had an active imagination. \"Well,\n alien-made, anyhow. Perhaps they had a war.\"\n\n\n Wass' voice sounded startled. \"Anti-radiation screen?\"", "Ahead of them were the other two scoutships from the mother ship.\n Martin called out faintly, pulling Rodney out of the pipe. Crew members\n standing by the scoutships, and at the edge of the city, began to run\n toward them.", "and the previous ten, in the time allowed them for exploration while\n this planet was still close enough to their own to permit a safe return\n in their ships, had not spotted the city. But the eleventh expedition", "Martin shook his head. \"No. To be effective, the shield would have to\n cover the city.\"\n\n\n Wass stared down at the metal street, as if he could look through it.\n \"I wonder where it gets its power?\"", "silently. They moved along the metal, past unfamiliar shapes made more\n so by gloom and moving shadows, past doors dancing grotesquely in the\n three lights, past openings in the occasional high metal partitions,", "Their radios recorded Rodney's gasp. Then—\"Martin! Martin! I think\n I've found something!\"\n\n\n Martin began to run. After a moment's hesitation, Wass swung in behind\n him.", "An hour later they surfaced about two hundred yards away from the\n edge of the city. Behind them the black pile rose, the dome of force\n shimmering, almost invisible, about it.", "plain, and he switched on his flashlight, the other two immediately\n following his example. The walls and the rounded ceiling of the\n corridor were of the same dull metal as the buildings' facades, and", "Martin kneeled, grasped the wheel. It turned easily—almost too\n easily—rotating the disk as it turned.\n\n\n Suddenly, without a sound, the disk rose, like a hatch, on a concealed\n hinge.", "Martin was in the lead. Wass followed him silently. Rodney, tall,\n matchstick thin, even in his cumbersome suit, swayed with jaunty\n triumph in the rear.", "Martin hesitated long enough for a coil to move sinuously up toward the\n opening. Then he spun the wheel and the hatch slammed down.", "It was rather like ... entering a gigantic metal beehive.\n\n\n Martin chose an arch, with beyond it a metal ramp, which tilted\n downward, gleaming in the pale circle of his torch.", "Martin pulled his left foot from the sand and growled deep in his\n throat. Ahead, through the confusing patterns of the sparkling dust,\n his flashlight gleamed against metal. He grabbed Rodney's arm, pointed.", "They moved slowly down the metal avenue, between the twisted shadow\n shapes, looking carefully about them.\n\n\n Rodney paused. \"We might not recognize one.\"", "The three advanced to the end of the central corridor, pausing before a\n great arch, outlined in the too-careful geometrical figures Martin had" ], [ "Wass undertook to explain. Why not, after all? Martin asked himself. It\n was in Wass' own interest. In a moment, all three were standing before", "The slight, blond man stood unmoving. \"I'm with you, Martin, but, as\n a last resort it might be better to be blown sky high than to die\n gradually—\"", "Martin was in the lead. Wass followed him silently. Rodney, tall,\n matchstick thin, even in his cumbersome suit, swayed with jaunty\n triumph in the rear.", "Wass sighed and refused to meet Martin's gaze. Martin looked at him\n disgustedly, and then began to descend the rope, slowly, peering into", "Their radios recorded Rodney's gasp. Then—\"Martin! Martin! I think\n I've found something!\"\n\n\n Martin began to run. After a moment's hesitation, Wass swung in behind\n him.", "A nebulous image, product of childhood's vivid imagination, moved\n slowly across Martin's mind. \"All right!\" he rapped out—and the image\n faded.", "Rodney began the descent. Looking up, Martin saw Wass above Rodney.\n\n\n \"All right, Wass,\" Martin said quietly, as Rodney released the rope and\n sank into the dust.", "Martin hesitated long enough for a coil to move sinuously up toward the\n opening. Then he spun the wheel and the hatch slammed down.", "\"No go,\" Martin said to Wass. He bit at his lower lip. \"I think it must\n be all around us.\" He was silent for a time, exploring the consequences", "Rodney nodded, jerkily. \"He pulled three more switches. I couldn't\n understand it all. But—Martin, dying alone like that in a place like\n this—!\"", "Martin looked at the semi-transparent figures of wind and dust\n cavorting in the distance, moving toward them. He grinned a little,\n adjusting his radio. \"Worried?\"", "\"We couldn't do anything for him.\"\n\n\n Rodney's face was white and drawn. \"But he did this for us.\"\n\n\n \"So he did,\" Martin said, very quietly.", "Martin said, \"They wanted to rebuild. Or maybe this was already built\n before the war as a retreat.\" He turned impatiently. \"How should I\n know?\"", "Martin did not say he thought the other two would have shot him,\n otherwise. He said merely, \"At first I wasn't sure myself.\"", "Again Martin felt a tug of twisted, distorted familiarity. It was\n almost as if ... they were human up to a certain point, the point", "After a long time, Wass sighed. \"Well, skipper...?\"\n\n\n \"We go back, I guess,\" Martin said.", "\"I imagine they had illumination of some sort,\" Martin answered, dryly.\n \"If we don't hurry up and get through this place and back to the ship,\n we're very likely to find out.\"", "Martin was watching Rodney, struggling to get up. \"I agree. As a last\n resort. We still have a little time.\"", "Rodney said nothing.\n\n\n Then Martin said, \"Did you listen until the end?\"", "No, Martin thought, shaking his head. No, that couldn't be.\n Viewpoint ... his viewpoint. It was the haunting sense of familiarity," ], [ "Martin hesitated long enough for a coil to move sinuously up toward the\n opening. Then he spun the wheel and the hatch slammed down.", "The hatch rose again at Martin's direction. He stood beside it,\n outlined in the light of two torches.\n\n\n For a little while he was alone.", "Martin anchored the rope soundly, and paused, half across the lip\n of the hatch to stare coldly at Wass. \"You'd rather monkey with the\n switches and blow yourself to smithereens?\"", "Martin kneeled, grasped the wheel. It turned easily—almost too\n easily—rotating the disk as it turned.\n\n\n Suddenly, without a sound, the disk rose, like a hatch, on a concealed\n hinge.", "Rodney leaned forward and looked over the edge of the hatch. He said\n nothing. He eyed the sparkling particles swirling about Martin, and\n now, himself.\n\n\n \"How deep,\" Wass said, from his safe distance.", "Rodney stood up, backing away from the closed hatch. He held his gun\n loosely, and his hand shook. \"Then prove it. Open it again.\"", "Martin placed one foot on the metal incline. He angled his torch down,\n picking out shadowy, geometrical shapes, duplicates of the ones on the\n present level. \"We'll find out,\" he said, \"how many there are.\"", "The grate groaned upward and stopped.\n\n\n Wass babbled incoherently into the radio for a moment, and then he\n began to scream.\n\n\n Martin switched off his radio, sick.", "Rodney began the descent. Looking up, Martin saw Wass above Rodney.\n\n\n \"All right, Wass,\" Martin said quietly, as Rodney released the rope and\n sank into the dust.", "Rodney nodded, jerkily. \"He pulled three more switches. I couldn't\n understand it all. But—Martin, dying alone like that in a place like\n this—!\"", "\"Eleven hours,\" Rodney repeated. \"Eleven hours!\" He reached out for the\n switch again. Martin swore, stepped forward, pulled him back roughly.", "Rodney sat down on the metal flooring. For a long time he said nothing.\n Then—\"It wasn't.... Why did you close the hatch then?\"", "Their radios recorded Rodney's gasp. Then—\"Martin! Martin! I think\n I've found something!\"\n\n\n Martin began to run. After a moment's hesitation, Wass swung in behind\n him.", "Wass sighed and refused to meet Martin's gaze. Martin looked at him\n disgustedly, and then began to descend the rope, slowly, peering into", "Martin was in the lead. Wass followed him silently. Rodney, tall,\n matchstick thin, even in his cumbersome suit, swayed with jaunty\n triumph in the rear.", "Wass undertook to explain. Why not, after all? Martin asked himself. It\n was in Wass' own interest. In a moment, all three were standing before", "Martin glanced at Wass, then started out of the switchboard room, not\n looking back. \"It got in and out of the city some way. Perhaps we can\n leave the same way.\"\n\n\n Down the ramp again.", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nMartin set the lifeboat down carefully, with all the attention one\n usually exercises in a situation where the totally unexpected has", "Martin crawled into the circular pipe behind the grate. It tilted up\n toward the surface. \"Come on, Rodney. Last lap.\"", "It was rather like ... entering a gigantic metal beehive.\n\n\n Martin chose an arch, with beyond it a metal ramp, which tilted\n downward, gleaming in the pale circle of his torch." ], [ "Wass sighed and refused to meet Martin's gaze. Martin looked at him\n disgustedly, and then began to descend the rope, slowly, peering into", "The grate groaned upward and stopped.\n\n\n Wass babbled incoherently into the radio for a moment, and then he\n began to scream.\n\n\n Martin switched off his radio, sick.", "Their radios recorded Rodney's gasp. Then—\"Martin! Martin! I think\n I've found something!\"\n\n\n Martin began to run. After a moment's hesitation, Wass swung in behind\n him.", "\"No go,\" Martin said to Wass. He bit at his lower lip. \"I think it must\n be all around us.\" He was silent for a time, exploring the consequences", "Wass undertook to explain. Why not, after all? Martin asked himself. It\n was in Wass' own interest. In a moment, all three were standing before", "Again Martin felt a tug of twisted, distorted familiarity. It was\n almost as if ... they were human up to a certain point, the point", "The slight, blond man stood unmoving. \"I'm with you, Martin, but, as\n a last resort it might be better to be blown sky high than to die\n gradually—\"", "Martin hesitated long enough for a coil to move sinuously up toward the\n opening. Then he spun the wheel and the hatch slammed down.", "Rodney nodded, jerkily. \"He pulled three more switches. I couldn't\n understand it all. But—Martin, dying alone like that in a place like\n this—!\"", "Martin was in the lead. Wass followed him silently. Rodney, tall,\n matchstick thin, even in his cumbersome suit, swayed with jaunty\n triumph in the rear.", "\"I imagine they had illumination of some sort,\" Martin answered, dryly.\n \"If we don't hurry up and get through this place and back to the ship,\n we're very likely to find out.\"", "Martin glanced at Wass, then started out of the switchboard room, not\n looking back. \"It got in and out of the city some way. Perhaps we can\n leave the same way.\"\n\n\n Down the ramp again.", "After a long time, Wass sighed. \"Well, skipper...?\"\n\n\n \"We go back, I guess,\" Martin said.", "\"We couldn't do anything for him.\"\n\n\n Rodney's face was white and drawn. \"But he did this for us.\"\n\n\n \"So he did,\" Martin said, very quietly.", "Rodney began the descent. Looking up, Martin saw Wass above Rodney.\n\n\n \"All right, Wass,\" Martin said quietly, as Rodney released the rope and\n sank into the dust.", "Rodney cursed. \"And every second we stand here doing nothing gives us\n that much less time to find a way out. Martin—\"", "Rodney's tall, spare figure looked bowed and tired in the torchlight,\n now that he was up again. \"Martin, I—\"\n\n\n Martin turned his back. \"Skip it, Rodney,\" he said gently.", "Rodney's sudden grip on Martin's wrist nearly shattered the bone.\n \"Martin! It's all alive! It's moving!\"", "Martin was watching Rodney, struggling to get up. \"I agree. As a last\n resort. We still have a little time.\"", "Martin led Wass, and the gangling, scarecrow-like Rodney, through the\n stillness overlaying the barren ground. There was only the twilight" ] ]

[ "How many times did Retief try to tell Potter he was not Lemuel's cousin?", "What misconception did Potter have about the Flap-jacks?", "Why did Retief want to go away alone from the fire?", "What did the flap-jacks think people wanted?", "How did Hoshick feel about war?", "How did Retief beat Hoshick?", "What did Hoshick want?", "How did Retief evade the missile?" ]

[ [ "1", "0", "3", "2" ], [ "He thought they looked like blankets", "He thought they wanted to take over the oases", "He thought they killed some men", "He thought they were friendly" ], [ "He wanted to go home", "He wanted to walk to a tree", "He wanted to get away from the farmers", "He wanted to capture a Flap-jack by surprise" ], [ "Skirmishes", "Peace", "To eliminate weapons", "The oases" ], [ "He saw the humans as vermin", "He saw it as an unfortunate necessity", "He loved going into battle", "He would rather watch than take part" ], [ "He used his power pistol to shoot him", "He fell on top of him and crushed him", "He used what he learned from capturing the flap-jack", "He twisted his tentacles and injured him" ], [ "To take over the oases", "To be a farmer", "To go into battle against the humans", "To have a plebian contest" ], [ "He used emergency retro-drive", "He flew right at it", "He crashed the skiff", "He altered course to the south" ] ]

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[ [ "\"He ain't no cousin of mine,\" Lemuel said slowly. He stepped to Retief.\n\n\n \"Who you spyin' for, stranger?\" he rasped.\nRetief got to his feet. \"I think I should explain—\"", "Retief's left fist shot out, smacked Lemuel's face dead center. He\n stumbled back, blood starting from his nose; the pistol fired into the", "\"Maybe. But I'm talking to suit me. Now, for the last time, put it\n away.\"\n\n\n Lemuel stared at Retief. \"You givin' me orders...?\"", "\"Hey, you must be Lemuel's cousin. Good night! I pretty near made a bad\n mistake. Lemuel's a tough man to explain something to.\"\n\n\n \"I'm—\"", "Potter was on his way, loping off up a gentle slope. Retief pulled off\n the sodden blazer, dropped it over a bush, added his string tie and\n followed Potter.\nII", "\"Just for a change, I'd like to finish a sentence,\" said Retief. \"And I\n suggest you put your courage back in your pocket before it bites you.\"\n\n\n \"You talk too damned fancy to suit me.\"", "\"Wow!\" said Potter. \"The stranger took Lem ... in two punches!\"\n\n\n \"One,\" said Swazey. \"That first one was just a love tap.\"", "hoped....\" He broke off, drew a rasping breath. \"I had hoped, Retief,\"\n he said, speaking sadly now, \"to find a new land here where I might", "\"Shut up, you damn fool!\" a deep voice grated.\n\n\n \"Lemuel!\" Potter said. \"Nobody else could sneak up on us like that.\"", "As he passed, Retief rose, leaped the log and tackled him.\n\n\n They went down together. The stranger gave one short yell, then\n struggled in silence. Retief flipped him onto his back, raised a fist—", "\"No,\" said Retief. \"You wait here. I'm going out alone.\"\n\n\n \"What's the idea...?\"", "\"Apparently, that was an erroneous impression.\" Passwyn fixed Retief\n with a watery eye. \"You'll follow your instructions to the letter. In a", "\"Hey!\" the settler yelled. \"You're as human as I am!\"\n\n\n \"Maybe I'll look better after a shave,\" said Retief. \"What's the idea\n of shooting at me?\"", "\"Who's that?\"\n\n\n \"What do ya mean?\" Potter spoke in the silence. \"He's your cousin....\"", "Retief's air was running out. He heaved up against the smothering\n weight. Nothing budged.\n\n\n It was like burial under a dump-truck-load of concrete.", "\"New?\" cried Hoshick. \"My dear Retief, what a pleasant surprise! I'm\n enthralled with novel modes. One gets so out of touch. Do elaborate.\"", "\"I'm Retief.\" Hoshick waited expectantly, \"... of the Mountain of Red\n Tape,\" Retief added.", "\"Great sport, wasn't it?\" said Retief. \"Now, I know you'll be eager to\n continue. If you'll just wait while I run back and fetch some of our\n gougerforms—\"", "\"If I'd a been a Flap-jack; I'd of et you alive,\" the newcomer said,\n moving into the ring of fire, a tall, broad-faced man in grimy leather.\n He eyed Retief.", "Hoshick rippled his fringes ecstatically. \"Once again you have outdone\n me, Retief,\" he cried. \"This time, in generosity.\"" ], [ "Flap-jacks. He sat down and eased the weight of his captive off his\n back, but kept a firm thumb in place. If his analysis of the situation", "hundred others we haven't touched yet. The Flap-jacks won't get 'em\n while there's a man alive.\"", "bad shape. We ran into the Flap-jacks three months ago and we haven't\n made a smart move since. First, we thought they were a native form we", "There was a sudden rasp, like leather against concrete, and a flurry of\n sand as the Flap-jack charged.", "\"I'm glad you're a poor shot. That missile was too close for comfort.\"\n\n\n \"Missile, eh? Must be Flap-jack artillery. We got nothing like that.\"", "of thorn branches: the Flap-jacks' outer defensive line against Terry\n forays. It would be as good a place as any to wait for the move by the", "Retief rolled aside, then lunged, threw his weight on the flopping\n Flap-jack—a yard square, three inches thick at the center and all", "was correct, a Flap-jack picket should be along before too long....", "followed it with the leather shirt Swazey had lent him. By the faint\n light he could just make out the towering figure of the Flap-jack", "The Flap-jack fell still, only its fringes rippling slowly. Retief\n relaxed the pressure of his thumb; the alien gave a tentative jerk; the\n thumb dug in.\n\n\n The alien went limp again, waiting.", "Retief tightened his grip on the alien. He could see a dark shape now,\n looming up almost to his own six-three. It looked like the Flap-jacks\n came in all sizes.", "Potter was on his way, loping off up a gentle slope. Retief pulled off\n the sodden blazer, dropped it over a bush, added his string tie and\n followed Potter.\nII", "\"Take place, Retief,\" said Hoshick. \"I hope you won't find our rude\n couches uncomfortable.\" Two other large Flap-jacks came into the room,", "A small Flap-jack rippled the chamber bearing on its back a silver tray\n laden with aromatic food. The waiter served the four diners, filled the\n drinking tubes with yellow wine. It smelled good.", "\"Wow!\" said Potter. \"The stranger took Lem ... in two punches!\"\n\n\n \"One,\" said Swazey. \"That first one was just a love tap.\"", "\"Keep your head down. These damn Flap-jacks have got some wicked hand\n weapons. Come on....\" He moved off silently on all fours. Retief", "The stunted trees ended just ahead. Beyond, he could make out the dim\n contour of rolling desert. Flap-jack country. He got to his feet,", "\"If I'd a been a Flap-jack; I'd of et you alive,\" the newcomer said,\n moving into the ring of fire, a tall, broad-faced man in grimy leather.\n He eyed Retief.", "\"Avoid it?\" Retief heard a low humming coming from the speaker in the\n silence. \"Well, let us dine,\" the mighty Flap-jack said at last. \"We", "\"And then a bunch of 'em hit Swazey's farm here,\" Potter said. \"Killed\n two of his cattle, and pulled back.\"" ], [ "\"No,\" said Retief. \"You wait here. I'm going out alone.\"\n\n\n \"What's the idea...?\"", "\"Later. Sit tight and keep your eyes open.\" Retief took a bearing on a\n treetop faintly visible against the sky and started forward.", "Red lights blinked briefly. Retief glimpsed a gap in the thorny\n barrier, stepped through it. He followed dim shapes across warm sand to\n a low cave-like entry, faintly lit with a reddish glow.", "hoped....\" He broke off, drew a rasping breath. \"I had hoped, Retief,\"\n he said, speaking sadly now, \"to find a new land here where I might", "\"Hold on,\" said Retief. \"I've got to get down. They won't shoot at you.\"", "of open ground to another shelter. Retief watched. Minutes passed. The\n shape moved again, slipped into a shadow ten feet distant. Retief felt\n the butt of the power pistol with his elbow. His guess had better be", "\"Great sport, wasn't it?\" said Retief. \"Now, I know you'll be eager to\n continue. If you'll just wait while I run back and fetch some of our\n gougerforms—\"", "Retief's air was running out. He heaved up against the smothering\n weight. Nothing budged.\n\n\n It was like burial under a dump-truck-load of concrete.", "Retief edged back around the trunk, eased down behind a fallen log.\n A stocky man in grimy leather shirt and shorts appeared, moving\n cautiously, a pistol in his hand.", "\"Just for a change, I'd like to finish a sentence,\" said Retief. \"And I\n suggest you put your courage back in your pocket before it bites you.\"\n\n\n \"You talk too damned fancy to suit me.\"", "Coughing, Retief disengaged himself from the shock-webbing. He beat\n out sparks in his lap, groped underfoot for the hatch and wrenched it", "Bert froze. \"Hark, boys,\" he whispered. In the sudden silence a night\n lizard called. Retief strained, heard nothing. He narrowed his eyes,\n peered past the fire—", "\"Now we understand each other,\" said Retief. \"Take me to your leader.\"\nTwenty minutes' walk into the desert brought Retief to a low rampart", "\"He ain't no cousin of mine,\" Lemuel said slowly. He stepped to Retief.\n\n\n \"Who you spyin' for, stranger?\" he rasped.\nRetief got to his feet. \"I think I should explain—\"", "A penetrating beam of red light struck Retief in the face, blinked off.\n He got to his feet. The captive Flap-jack rippled its fringe in an\n agitated way. Retief tensed his thumb in the eye-socket.", "As he passed, Retief rose, leaped the log and tackled him.\n\n\n They went down together. The stranger gave one short yell, then\n struggled in silence. Retief flipped him onto his back, raised a fist—", "Retief relaxed, released his hold and got to his feet, breathing hard.\n Hoshick humped himself over onto his ventral side, lifted and moved", "\"I fear I must lay aside the translator now, Retief,\" said Hoshick.\n He sighed and rippled his fringe tentacles. \"My spawn-fellows will", "\"Sir!\" said Retief sternly. \"You forget yourself. I, Retief of the Red\n Tape Mountain, make an alternate proposal more in keeping with the\n newest sporting principles.\"", "Potter was on his way, loping off up a gentle slope. Retief pulled off\n the sodden blazer, dropped it over a bush, added his string tie and\n followed Potter.\nII" ], [ "hundred others we haven't touched yet. The Flap-jacks won't get 'em\n while there's a man alive.\"", "Flap-jacks. He sat down and eased the weight of his captive off his\n back, but kept a firm thumb in place. If his analysis of the situation", "A small Flap-jack rippled the chamber bearing on its back a silver tray\n laden with aromatic food. The waiter served the four diners, filled the\n drinking tubes with yellow wine. It smelled good.", "bad shape. We ran into the Flap-jacks three months ago and we haven't\n made a smart move since. First, we thought they were a native form we", "\"If I'd a been a Flap-jack; I'd of et you alive,\" the newcomer said,\n moving into the ring of fire, a tall, broad-faced man in grimy leather.\n He eyed Retief.", "The Flap-jack fell still, only its fringes rippling slowly. Retief\n relaxed the pressure of his thumb; the alien gave a tentative jerk; the\n thumb dug in.\n\n\n The alien went limp again, waiting.", "of thorn branches: the Flap-jacks' outer defensive line against Terry\n forays. It would be as good a place as any to wait for the move by the", "\"We heard they were sending some kind of bureaucrat in here to tell\n us to get out and give the oases to the Flap-jacks,\" said Swazey. He\n tightened his mouth. \"We're waitin' for him....\"", "Retief rolled aside, then lunged, threw his weight on the flopping\n Flap-jack—a yard square, three inches thick at the center and all", "was correct, a Flap-jack picket should be along before too long....", "\"Let's get on back to camp. We'll just about make it by sundown.\n And, look. Don't say anything to Lemuel about me thinking you were a\n Flap-jack.\"", "\"Take place, Retief,\" said Hoshick. \"I hope you won't find our rude\n couches uncomfortable.\" Two other large Flap-jacks came into the room,", "here? We're pretty close to the edge of the oases. That's Flap-jack\n country over there.\" He waved a hand toward the north, where the desert\n lay.", "Retief tightened his grip on the alien. He could see a dark shape now,\n looming up almost to his own six-three. It looked like the Flap-jacks\n came in all sizes.", "\"Avoid it?\" Retief heard a low humming coming from the speaker in the\n silence. \"Well, let us dine,\" the mighty Flap-jack said at last. \"We", "There was a sudden rasp, like leather against concrete, and a flurry of\n sand as the Flap-jack charged.", "\"Keep your head down. These damn Flap-jacks have got some wicked hand\n weapons. Come on....\" He moved off silently on all fours. Retief", "The stunted trees ended just ahead. Beyond, he could make out the dim\n contour of rolling desert. Flap-jack country. He got to his feet,", "Retief turned. An immense Flap-jack, hung with crimson trappings,\n rippled at his side. The voice issued from a disk strapped to its back.\n \"You fight well. I think we will find in each other worthy adversaries.\"", "followed it with the leather shirt Swazey had lent him. By the faint\n light he could just make out the towering figure of the Flap-jack" ], [ "\"Dear me! I hadn't realized, of course. Most considerate of you to\n point it out.\" Hoshick clucked in dismay. \"I see that skirmishforms are", "him. He worked an arm free, drumming blows on the leathery back.\n Hoshick nestled closer.", "can resolve these matters later. I am called Hoshick of the Mosaic of\n the Two Dawns.\"", "top of him, still gouging. Hoshick rippled his fringe wildly, flopped\n in terror, then went limp.", "\"Enough!\" Hoshick roared, so loudly that the translator bounced on his\n hide. \"Suddenly I yearn for the crowded yellow sands of Jaq. I had", "Hoshick coughed explosively, sending a spray of wine into the air.\n \"What are you saying?\" he gasped. \"Are you proposing that Hoshick of\n the Mosaic of the Two Dawns abandon honor....?\"", "Hoshick rippled his fringes ecstatically. \"Once again you have outdone\n me, Retief,\" he cried. \"This time, in generosity.\"", "\"New?\" cried Hoshick. \"My dear Retief, what a pleasant surprise! I'm\n enthralled with novel modes. One gets so out of touch. Do elaborate.\"", "\"Delicious,\" said Retief. \"I wonder. Have you considered eliminating\n weapons altogether?\"\nA scratchy sound issued from the disk. \"Pardon my laughter,\" Hoshick\n said, \"but surely you jest?\"", "\"It was an unexpected pleasure to encounter your party here,\"\n said Hoshick. \"I confess at first we took you for an indigenous", "\"Still, now that we have commenced so merrily with weapons....\" Hoshick\n signaled and the servant refilled tubes.", "communed silently with Hoshick. \"Pray forgive our lack of translating\n devices,\" he said to Retief. \"Permit me to introduce my colleagues....\"", "\"I trust you'll find these dishes palatable,\" said Hoshick. \"Our\n metabolisms are much alike, I believe.\" Retief tried the food. It had a", "\"May hide-ticks devour the gougerforms!\" Hoshick bellowed. \"You've\n given me such a sprong-ache as I'll remember each spawning-time for a\n year.\"", "hadn't run into before. Fact is, one of the boys shot one, thinkin' it\n was fair game. I guess that was the start of it.\" He stirred the fire,\n added a stick.", "\"Of course,\" Hoshick continued, \"as soon as we realized that you were\n sportsmen like ourselves, we attempted to make amends by providing a", "With a rush Hoshick threw himself at Retief, who ducked, whirled, and\n leaped on the Flap-jack's back ... and felt himself flipped clear by", "The pilot's head snapped around. \"War?\" he yelped. \"Nobody told me they\n was a war goin' on on 'Dobe. If that's what that is, I'm gettin' out of\n here.\"", "\"I fear I must lay aside the translator now, Retief,\" said Hoshick.\n He sighed and rippled his fringe tentacles. \"My spawn-fellows will", "\"That on which we dined but now,\" said Hoshick, \"and from which the\n wine is made.\"" ], [ "Hoshick rippled his fringes ecstatically. \"Once again you have outdone\n me, Retief,\" he cried. \"This time, in generosity.\"", "With a rush Hoshick threw himself at Retief, who ducked, whirled, and\n leaped on the Flap-jack's back ... and felt himself flipped clear by", "\"I'm Retief.\" Hoshick waited expectantly, \"... of the Mountain of Red\n Tape,\" Retief added.", "\"New?\" cried Hoshick. \"My dear Retief, what a pleasant surprise! I'm\n enthralled with novel modes. One gets so out of touch. Do elaborate.\"", "Retief relaxed, released his hold and got to his feet, breathing hard.\n Hoshick humped himself over onto his ventral side, lifted and moved", "As he passed, Retief rose, leaped the log and tackled him.\n\n\n They went down together. The stranger gave one short yell, then\n struggled in silence. Retief flipped him onto his back, raised a fist—", "onto his back ... and Hoshick's weight struck him.\nRetief twisted, tried to roll. The flat body of the alien blanketed", "hay-maker to Hoshick's mid-section. The alien whipped his left fringe\n around in an arc that connected with Retief's jaw, sent him spinning", "dirt as he dropped it. He caught himself, jumped for Retief ... and met\n a straight right that snapped him onto his back: out cold.", "\"I trust you'll find these dishes palatable,\" said Hoshick. \"Our\n metabolisms are much alike, I believe.\" Retief tried the food. It had a", "a mighty ripple of the alien's slab-like body. Retief rolled aside\n as Hoshick turned on him; he jumped to his feet and threw a right", "\"Sir!\" said Retief sternly. \"You forget yourself. I, Retief of the Red\n Tape Mountain, make an alternate proposal more in keeping with the\n newest sporting principles.\"", "Hoshick curled his back in attention. \"Retief, you're quite serious?\n You would leave all the fair sand hills to us?\"\n\n\n \"The whole works, Hoshick. I'll take the oases.\"", "Retief's left fist shot out, smacked Lemuel's face dead center. He\n stumbled back, blood starting from his nose; the pistol fired into the", "Retief dug in and the Flap-jack writhed, pulled away. Retief held on,\n scrambled to his feet, threw his weight against the alien and fell on", "\"Delicious,\" said Retief. \"I wonder. Have you considered eliminating\n weapons altogether?\"\nA scratchy sound issued from the disk. \"Pardon my laughter,\" Hoshick\n said, \"but surely you jest?\"", "\"Take place, Retief,\" said Hoshick. \"I hope you won't find our rude\n couches uncomfortable.\" Two other large Flap-jacks came into the room,", "top of him, still gouging. Hoshick rippled his fringe wildly, flopped\n in terror, then went limp.", "hoped....\" He broke off, drew a rasping breath. \"I had hoped, Retief,\"\n he said, speaking sadly now, \"to find a new land here where I might", "communed silently with Hoshick. \"Pray forgive our lack of translating\n devices,\" he said to Retief. \"Permit me to introduce my colleagues....\"" ], [ "him. He worked an arm free, drumming blows on the leathery back.\n Hoshick nestled closer.", "can resolve these matters later. I am called Hoshick of the Mosaic of\n the Two Dawns.\"", "top of him, still gouging. Hoshick rippled his fringe wildly, flopped\n in terror, then went limp.", "Hoshick coughed explosively, sending a spray of wine into the air.\n \"What are you saying?\" he gasped. \"Are you proposing that Hoshick of\n the Mosaic of the Two Dawns abandon honor....?\"", "Hoshick rippled his fringes ecstatically. \"Once again you have outdone\n me, Retief,\" he cried. \"This time, in generosity.\"", "\"New?\" cried Hoshick. \"My dear Retief, what a pleasant surprise! I'm\n enthralled with novel modes. One gets so out of touch. Do elaborate.\"", "\"Enough!\" Hoshick roared, so loudly that the translator bounced on his\n hide. \"Suddenly I yearn for the crowded yellow sands of Jaq. I had", "\"Dear me! I hadn't realized, of course. Most considerate of you to\n point it out.\" Hoshick clucked in dismay. \"I see that skirmishforms are", "\"May hide-ticks devour the gougerforms!\" Hoshick bellowed. \"You've\n given me such a sprong-ache as I'll remember each spawning-time for a\n year.\"", "communed silently with Hoshick. \"Pray forgive our lack of translating\n devices,\" he said to Retief. \"Permit me to introduce my colleagues....\"", "\"Of course,\" Hoshick continued, \"as soon as we realized that you were\n sportsmen like ourselves, we attempted to make amends by providing a", "With a rush Hoshick threw himself at Retief, who ducked, whirled, and\n leaped on the Flap-jack's back ... and felt himself flipped clear by", "\"I'm Retief.\" Hoshick waited expectantly, \"... of the Mountain of Red\n Tape,\" Retief added.", "\"It was an unexpected pleasure to encounter your party here,\"\n said Hoshick. \"I confess at first we took you for an indigenous", "Hoshick curled his back in attention. \"Retief, you're quite serious?\n You would leave all the fair sand hills to us?\"\n\n\n \"The whole works, Hoshick. I'll take the oases.\"", "\"Take place, Retief,\" said Hoshick. \"I hope you won't find our rude\n couches uncomfortable.\" Two other large Flap-jacks came into the room,", "\"I trust you'll find these dishes palatable,\" said Hoshick. \"Our\n metabolisms are much alike, I believe.\" Retief tried the food. It had a", "\"That on which we dined but now,\" said Hoshick, \"and from which the\n wine is made.\"", "Retief relaxed, released his hold and got to his feet, breathing hard.\n Hoshick humped himself over onto his ventral side, lifted and moved", "\"Still, now that we have commenced so merrily with weapons....\" Hoshick\n signaled and the servant refilled tubes." ], [ "At a combined speed of two miles per second, the skiff flashed past\n the missile, and Retief was slammed violently against the restraining\n harness in the concussion of the explosion ... a mile astern, and\n harmless.", "He checked instrument readings, gripped the controls, watching. This\n was going to be tricky. The missile bored closer. At five miles Retief", "Then the planetary surface was rushing up with frightening speed.\n Retief shook his head, kicked in the emergency retro-drive. Points", "Retief crawled into the narrow cockpit of the skiff, glanced over the\n controls. The pilot ducked out of sight, came back, handed Retief a", "of open ground to another shelter. Retief watched. Minutes passed. The\n shape moved again, slipped into a shadow ten feet distant. Retief felt\n the butt of the power pistol with his elbow. His guess had better be", "With a rush Hoshick threw himself at Retief, who ducked, whirled, and\n leaped on the Flap-jack's back ... and felt himself flipped clear by", "Retief felt sweat pop out on his forehead. The red blip meant heavy\n radiation from a warhead. Somebody was playing around with an outlawed", "\"Later. Sit tight and keep your eyes open.\" Retief took a bearing on a\n treetop faintly visible against the sky and started forward.", "\"Hold on,\" said Retief. \"I've got to get down. They won't shoot at you.\"", "The pilot plunged against the restraint, swung a punch that Retief\n blocked casually. \"Are you nuts?\" the pilot screeched. \"They's plenty\n shootin' goin' on fer me to see it fifty miles out.\"", "Retief dug in and the Flap-jack writhed, pulled away. Retief held on,\n scrambled to his feet, threw his weight against the alien and fell on", "\"They shore won't, sonny. I ain't givin' 'em the chance.\" He started\n punching keys on the console. Retief reached out, caught his wrist.", "dirt as he dropped it. He caught himself, jumped for Retief ... and met\n a straight right that snapped him onto his back: out cold.", "Retief edged back around the trunk, eased down behind a fallen log.\n A stocky man in grimy leather shirt and shorts appeared, moving\n cautiously, a pistol in his hand.", "As he passed, Retief rose, leaped the log and tackled him.\n\n\n They went down together. The stranger gave one short yell, then\n struggled in silence. Retief flipped him onto his back, raised a fist—", "\"I'm supposed to be preventing the war,\" said Retief. \"It looks like\n I'm a little late.\"", "Coughing, Retief disengaged himself from the shock-webbing. He beat\n out sparks in his lap, groped underfoot for the hatch and wrenched it", "Retief's air was running out. He heaved up against the smothering\n weight. Nothing budged.\n\n\n It was like burial under a dump-truck-load of concrete.", "A penetrating beam of red light struck Retief in the face, blinked off.\n He got to his feet. The captive Flap-jack rippled its fringe in an\n agitated way. Retief tensed his thumb in the eye-socket.", "Red lights blinked briefly. Retief glimpsed a gap in the thorny\n barrier, stepped through it. He followed dim shapes across warm sand to\n a low cave-like entry, faintly lit with a reddish glow." ] ]

[ "The author of this piece seems to feel that blame befalls many people involved in this scandal because", "According to the author, does the public received any blame for these events? Why or why not?", "The information presented shows that the person who was the most innocent involved in this scandal to be", "The public believes the person most responsible for the scandal is ", "Why was Hillary faulted in this scandal?", "Where does the public seem to fault Monica for her part in the scandal?", "What is a big reason that the public seems to despise Linda Tripp?", "What is one of Jessie Jackson's \"minuses\" in relation to this issue?", "What is one of the things that give Mike McCurry a \"plus?\"", "What was George Stephanopoulous's biggest \"minus?'" ]

[ [ "Even though they did not seem to be directly involved or cause problems because they did not quit their jobs on principle, they were at fault.", "They were not loyal to Clinton, and because he was the president, it was everyone's ultimate duty to remain loyal to him.", "They did not alert the media soon enough.", "They all knew what was going on, and they did not tell Hillary." ], [ "No, they had called to have Clinton impeached for his indiscretions, so they did more than they needed in order to show their disapproval for his actions.", "Yes, because they pretend to despise White House scandals such as this, yet, they could not get enough of it.", "No, how can they be held accountable for something that two consenting adults participate in?", "Yes, because they were obsessed with this issue, innocent people were hurt." ], [ "Linda Tripp", "Hillary", "Monica", "Chelsea" ], [ "Clinton", "Hillary", "Monica", "The media" ], [ "She did not do enough to protect her daughter from what happened.", "She spoke out against her husband, and no one should speak out against our President regardless.", "She and Bill have an open relationship, and she is involved with a woman.", "She stood by him even though she knew he was guilty of the affair." ], [ "She got caught.", "She embarrassed the nation.", "She told too many people about her affair.", "She hurt Chelsea." ], [ "She did not care about embarrassing the President.", "She tried to make a book deal and profit off of the situation.", "She betrayed her friend.", "She has a big mouth." ], [ "He did not rebuke Clinton for his actions.", "He used his time as pastoral counsel for Clinton to gain media attention.", "He does not meet with Monica.", "He was not really there for Clinton in his time of spiritual need." ], [ "He completely enjoyed his time in the spotlight in regards to this scandal.", "He did his best to defend Clinton.", "He spoke out against Monica.", "He quit his position." ], [ "He tried to say that he had no idea that Clinton was the type of man who would have an affair even though he had been covering for him for years.", "He begged Clinton to deny everything.", "He stood by Clinton as he always had.", "He did not quit his job." ] ]

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[ [ "The Flytrap Blame Game \n\n One of the few truths universally acknowledged about Flytrap is that presidential secretary Betty Currie deserves our sympathy: an honest, loyal civil servant dragooned into a scandal she had nothing to do with.", "f) Blabbed her \"secret\" affair to lots of people. (So, while she was dragged into the scandal against her will, it was her own loquaciousness that made the dragging possible.) \n\n Pluses:", "a) Seems to have told story honestly and forthrightly. \n\n b) Reluctantly dragged into scandal. \n\n c) Was victimized by Clinton.", "a) Was clearly dismayed by the entire scandal and his role in it. \n\n b) Is quitting the administration (though not, apparently, on principle). \n\n c) Loyal.", "a) Hypocritically claim to despise scandal, follow it breathlessly, then blame the media for obsessing over it. \n\n b) Are secretly fascinated by the sleaziness of it.", "a) Worked hard to break a very important story and investigated the hell out of it. \n\n b) Unfairly savaged by hypocritical American people (see above).", "up. Yet he has never shouldered responsibility for the lies", "Sidney Blumenthal (The public's rating: -3 ) \n\n Minuses:", "a) Has known about Clinton's woman problem since 1992. \n\n b) Happily parroted Clinton's denial despite knowing that Clinton was a deceitful womanizer.", "g) Did not have the grace to apologize to Lewinsky. \n\n h)Tried to shift the blame for his failures onto his accusers. \n\n Pluses:", "d) Dragged into the scandal against her will. \n\n Slate rating: -2 \n\n Mike McCurry (The public's rating: +2 )", "c) On television too much. \n\n Pluses: \n\n a) Urged Clinton early on to come clean.", "has never shouldered blame for those deceptions. (Mickey Kaus first", "a) Had an adulterous affair with a young intern. \n\n b) Lied about it to everyone . \n\n c) Probably perjured himself.", "b) Personally humiliated. \n\n c) May have disgraced her own good name by echoing his denials on the Today show.", "Monica Lewinsky,", "b) Did not take advantage of scandal to burnish his own image. \n\n Slate rating: +2 \n\n Kathleen Willey (The public's rating: 0 )", "a) Whistleblower (see d under Minuses): risked humiliation to expose something she believed was wrong. \n\n b) Smeared mercilessly by Clinton allies, the media.", "a) Had courage to turn on old boss and criticize his moral lapses. \n\n b) Urged Clinton to be fully contrite. \n\n Slate rating: -2", "c) Happily became a tool for Clinton's enemies. \n\n Pluses: \n\n a) Is vindicated because Clinton probably did it." ], [ "f) Blabbed her \"secret\" affair to lots of people. (So, while she was dragged into the scandal against her will, it was her own loquaciousness that made the dragging possible.) \n\n Pluses:", "up. Yet he has never shouldered responsibility for the lies", "The Flytrap Blame Game \n\n One of the few truths universally acknowledged about Flytrap is that presidential secretary Betty Currie deserves our sympathy: an honest, loyal civil servant dragooned into a scandal she had nothing to do with.", "c) Chose aggressive, political strategy over contrition. \n\n Pluses: \n\n a) Lied to, betrayed, and cuckolded by husband.", "Sidney Blumenthal (The public's rating: -3 ) \n\n Minuses:", "a) Worked hard to break a very important story and investigated the hell out of it. \n\n b) Unfairly savaged by hypocritical American people (see above).", "c) Has been endlessly psychologized by the media. \n\n d) Had her summer vacation ruined. \n\n Slate rating: +10", "c) On television too much. \n\n Pluses: \n\n a) Urged Clinton early on to come clean.", "a) Seems to have told story honestly and forthrightly. \n\n b) Reluctantly dragged into scandal. \n\n c) Was victimized by Clinton.", "has never shouldered blame for those deceptions. (Mickey Kaus first", "justice. And did she protest? Not as far as we", "g) Did not have the grace to apologize to Lewinsky. \n\n h)Tried to shift the blame for his failures onto his accusers. \n\n Pluses:", "b) Did not take advantage of scandal to burnish his own image. \n\n Slate rating: +2 \n\n Kathleen Willey (The public's rating: 0 )", "b) Personally humiliated. \n\n c) May have disgraced her own good name by echoing his denials on the Today show.", "Slate rating-- He never asked for our sympathy, and he doesn't deserve it: -9 \n\n Dick Morris (The public's rating: -6 )", "The Media (The public's rating: -8 ) \n\n Minuses:", "a) Spun the president's denial for months without bothering to check if it was true. \n\n b) Pushed for Clinton to be aggressive rather than contrite during his speech.", "a) Had his private life exposed to the world in a way no one's should be. \n\n b) Has been persecuted by enemies who won't be satisfied until he is destroyed.", "c) Tried to score a book deal off sex gossip and other people's distress. \n\n d) Tattletale. \n\n Pluses:", "a) Humiliated and embarrassed by her father's misbehavior. \n\n b) Had family problems paraded before the world in a way they should not be." ], [ "a) Seems to have told story honestly and forthrightly. \n\n b) Reluctantly dragged into scandal. \n\n c) Was victimized by Clinton.", "The Flytrap Blame Game \n\n One of the few truths universally acknowledged about Flytrap is that presidential secretary Betty Currie deserves our sympathy: an honest, loyal civil servant dragooned into a scandal she had nothing to do with.", "f) Blabbed her \"secret\" affair to lots of people. (So, while she was dragged into the scandal against her will, it was her own loquaciousness that made the dragging possible.) \n\n Pluses:", "d) Dragged into the scandal against her will. \n\n Slate rating: -2 \n\n Mike McCurry (The public's rating: +2 )", "a) Was clearly dismayed by the entire scandal and his role in it. \n\n b) Is quitting the administration (though not, apparently, on principle). \n\n c) Loyal.", "a) Sexually exploited by her older boss. \n\n b) Had her reputation smeared by Clintonistas and the media. \n\n c) Betrayed by Linda Tripp.", "a) Hypocritically claim to despise scandal, follow it breathlessly, then blame the media for obsessing over it. \n\n b) Are secretly fascinated by the sleaziness of it.", "b) Did not take advantage of scandal to burnish his own image. \n\n Slate rating: +2 \n\n Kathleen Willey (The public's rating: 0 )", "a) Had an adulterous affair with a young intern. \n\n b) Lied about it to everyone . \n\n c) Probably perjured himself.", "a) May have known and must have suspected that Lewinsky was a mistress (given that he and Clinton are confidants, it's hard to believe that Jordan was totally in the dark about her).", "b) Personally humiliated. \n\n c) May have disgraced her own good name by echoing his denials on the Today show.", "c) Happily became a tool for Clinton's enemies. \n\n Pluses: \n\n a) Is vindicated because Clinton probably did it.", "b) Stood aside while White House was shanghaied by lawyers. \n\n Pluses: \n\n a) Stayed utterly silent about the scandal, clearly disgusted by it all.", "nor is she the saintly innocent that the American public", "d) Perhaps obstructed justice. \n\n e) Entangled allies and aides in his web of deceit. \n\n f) Humiliated his wife and daughter.", "c) Tried to score a book deal off sex gossip and other people's distress. \n\n d) Tattletale. \n\n Pluses:", "b) May have abetted obstruction of justice. \n\n c) Knew what she was getting into when she took the job so can't be excused on grounds of naiveté.", "b) Further sullied the Clintons with a revolting comment suggesting that Clinton cheats because Hillary is a lesbian. \n\n c) Not even loyal enough to keep his mouth shut.", "g) Did not have the grace to apologize to Lewinsky. \n\n h)Tried to shift the blame for his failures onto his accusers. \n\n Pluses:", "a) Unquestionably loyal to his boss. \n\n b) Silent. \n\n Slate rating-- Not enough information to make a clean guess: Approx -5" ], [ "The Flytrap Blame Game \n\n One of the few truths universally acknowledged about Flytrap is that presidential secretary Betty Currie deserves our sympathy: an honest, loyal civil servant dragooned into a scandal she had nothing to do with.", "f) Blabbed her \"secret\" affair to lots of people. (So, while she was dragged into the scandal against her will, it was her own loquaciousness that made the dragging possible.) \n\n Pluses:", "a) Seems to have told story honestly and forthrightly. \n\n b) Reluctantly dragged into scandal. \n\n c) Was victimized by Clinton.", "a) Was clearly dismayed by the entire scandal and his role in it. \n\n b) Is quitting the administration (though not, apparently, on principle). \n\n c) Loyal.", "d) Dragged into the scandal against her will. \n\n Slate rating: -2 \n\n Mike McCurry (The public's rating: +2 )", "a) Hypocritically claim to despise scandal, follow it breathlessly, then blame the media for obsessing over it. \n\n b) Are secretly fascinated by the sleaziness of it.", "up. Yet he has never shouldered responsibility for the lies", "Monica Lewinsky (The public's rating: -9 ) \n\n Minuses: \n\n a) Seduced a married man.", "a lying dog. After all, he knew that Clinton was", "a) Were conscripted unwillingly into scandal defense. (Unlike political aides such as Begala, who are expected to do political dirty work, the Cabinet members are public servants who should be kept away from such sleaze.)", "b) Did not take advantage of scandal to burnish his own image. \n\n Slate rating: +2 \n\n Kathleen Willey (The public's rating: 0 )", "Lanny Davis (The public's rating: -1 ) \n\n Minuses: \n\n a) Spun the president's denial for months without bothering to check if it was true.", "a) Had an adulterous affair with a young intern. \n\n b) Lied about it to everyone . \n\n c) Probably perjured himself.", "a) Has known about Clinton's woman problem since 1992. \n\n b) Happily parroted Clinton's denial despite knowing that Clinton was a deceitful womanizer.", "c) Chose aggressive, political strategy over contrition. \n\n Pluses: \n\n a) Lied to, betrayed, and cuckolded by husband.", "d) Perhaps obstructed justice. \n\n e) Entangled allies and aides in his web of deceit. \n\n f) Humiliated his wife and daughter.", "Betty Currie (The public's rating: +8 ) \n\n Minuses: \n\n a) Abetted adulterous affair.", "b) Personally humiliated. \n\n c) May have disgraced her own good name by echoing his denials on the Today show.", "Minuses: \n\n a) Brought a legally dubious, gold-digging lawsuit. \n\n b) Resisted a settlement that would have saved the nation much embarrassment.", "Slate rating-- He never asked for our sympathy, and he doesn't deserve it: -9 \n\n Dick Morris (The public's rating: -6 )" ], [ "The Flytrap Blame Game \n\n One of the few truths universally acknowledged about Flytrap is that presidential secretary Betty Currie deserves our sympathy: an honest, loyal civil servant dragooned into a scandal she had nothing to do with.", "Minuses: \n\n a) Knew what a lech he was, yet always protected him. \n\n b) May have always known truth about Lewinsky, yet still lied to protect Bill.", "sleaziness anyway. She stood by while Clinton cuckolded his wife", "a) Seems to have told story honestly and forthrightly. \n\n b) Reluctantly dragged into scandal. \n\n c) Was victimized by Clinton.", "c) Happily became a tool for Clinton's enemies. \n\n Pluses: \n\n a) Is vindicated because Clinton probably did it.", "Morris encouraged Clinton to deny the affair.)", "b) Further sullied the Clintons with a revolting comment suggesting that Clinton cheats because Hillary is a lesbian. \n\n c) Not even loyal enough to keep his mouth shut.", "a) Sexually exploited by her older boss. \n\n b) Had her reputation smeared by Clintonistas and the media. \n\n c) Betrayed by Linda Tripp.", "a) Has known about Clinton's woman problem since 1992. \n\n b) Happily parroted Clinton's denial despite knowing that Clinton was a deceitful womanizer.", "d) Dragged into the scandal against her will. \n\n Slate rating: -2 \n\n Mike McCurry (The public's rating: +2 )", "g) Did not have the grace to apologize to Lewinsky. \n\n h)Tried to shift the blame for his failures onto his accusers. \n\n Pluses:", "a) Spun the president's denial for months without bothering to check if it was true. \n\n b) Pushed for Clinton to be aggressive rather than contrite during his speech.", "b) Had good sense to leave the White House before corrupting himself. \n\n Slate rating: +1 \n\n Hillary Clinton (The public's rating: +4 )", "Betty Currie (The public's rating: +8 ) \n\n Minuses: \n\n a) Abetted adulterous affair.", "a lying dog. After all, he knew that Clinton was", "lies Clinton told then.", "c) Chose aggressive, political strategy over contrition. \n\n Pluses: \n\n a) Lied to, betrayed, and cuckolded by husband.", "(When Clinton revealed his adultery to Morris, the political consultant", "f) Blabbed her \"secret\" affair to lots of people. (So, while she was dragged into the scandal against her will, it was her own loquaciousness that made the dragging possible.) \n\n Pluses:", "c) Unforgiving. The media want the scandal to continue, hence won't ever be satisfied that Clinton has suffered enough. \n\n Pluses:" ], [ "The Flytrap Blame Game \n\n One of the few truths universally acknowledged about Flytrap is that presidential secretary Betty Currie deserves our sympathy: an honest, loyal civil servant dragooned into a scandal she had nothing to do with.", "Monica Lewinsky,", "Monica Lewinsky (The public's rating: -9 ) \n\n Minuses: \n\n a) Seduced a married man.", "Lewinsky, for example, has fantastically low approval ratings, much lower", "sleaziness anyway. She stood by while Clinton cuckolded his wife", "a) Sexually exploited by her older boss. \n\n b) Had her reputation smeared by Clintonistas and the media. \n\n c) Betrayed by Linda Tripp.", "a) Seems to have told story honestly and forthrightly. \n\n b) Reluctantly dragged into scandal. \n\n c) Was victimized by Clinton.", "Betty Currie (The public's rating: +8 ) \n\n Minuses: \n\n a) Abetted adulterous affair.", "betrayed by her \"friend\" Linda Tripp. She hardly deserves such", "Minuses: \n\n a) Knew what a lech he was, yet always protected him. \n\n b) May have always known truth about Lewinsky, yet still lied to protect Bill.", "d) Dragged into the scandal against her will. \n\n Slate rating: -2 \n\n Mike McCurry (The public's rating: +2 )", "g) Did not have the grace to apologize to Lewinsky. \n\n h)Tried to shift the blame for his failures onto his accusers. \n\n Pluses:", "a) Spun the president's denial for months without bothering to check if it was true. \n\n b) Pushed for Clinton to be aggressive rather than contrite during his speech.", "f) Blabbed her \"secret\" affair to lots of people. (So, while she was dragged into the scandal against her will, it was her own loquaciousness that made the dragging possible.) \n\n Pluses:", "Lanny Davis (The public's rating: -1 ) \n\n Minuses: \n\n a) Spun the president's denial for months without bothering to check if it was true.", "b) Personally humiliated. \n\n c) May have disgraced her own good name by echoing his denials on the Today show.", "at least 25 percent). Now, Monica certainly isn't the", "a) Has known about Clinton's woman problem since 1992. \n\n b) Happily parroted Clinton's denial despite knowing that Clinton was a deceitful womanizer.", "(When Clinton revealed his adultery to Morris, the political consultant", "a) Had an adulterous affair with a young intern. \n\n b) Lied about it to everyone . \n\n c) Probably perjured himself." ], [ "betrayed by her \"friend\" Linda Tripp. She hardly deserves such", "Pluses: I cannot think of any. \n\n \n\n Slate rating: -7 \n\n Linda Tripp (The public's rating: -7 )", "Linda Tripp's allies--a group that includes her lawyers, Kenneth", "a) Sexually exploited by her older boss. \n\n b) Had her reputation smeared by Clintonistas and the media. \n\n c) Betrayed by Linda Tripp.", "Lewinsky, for example, has fantastically low approval ratings, much lower", "The Flytrap Blame Game \n\n One of the few truths universally acknowledged about Flytrap is that presidential secretary Betty Currie deserves our sympathy: an honest, loyal civil servant dragooned into a scandal she had nothing to do with.", "Monica Lewinsky (The public's rating: -9 ) \n\n Minuses: \n\n a) Seduced a married man.", "of course, the public's rating is dead on target. Linda", "Kenneth Starr (The public's rating: -9 ) \n\n Minuses: \n\n a) Seems merciless toward Clinton.", "Lanny Davis (The public's rating: -1 ) \n\n Minuses: \n\n a) Spun the president's denial for months without bothering to check if it was true.", "a) Has known about Clinton's woman problem since 1992. \n\n b) Happily parroted Clinton's denial despite knowing that Clinton was a deceitful womanizer.", "Minuses: \n\n a) Knew what a lech he was, yet always protected him. \n\n b) May have always known truth about Lewinsky, yet still lied to protect Bill.", "Minuses: \n\n a) Brought a legally dubious, gold-digging lawsuit. \n\n b) Resisted a settlement that would have saved the nation much embarrassment.", "c) Has been patient with the stonewalling, deceiving Clinton. \n\n Slate rating: +1 \n\n Paula Jones (The public's rating: -5 )", "Monica Lewinsky,", "a) May have helped Lewinsky simply because he's bighearted and generous not because she was the president's lover. \n\n \n\n Slate rating: -4", "a) Hypocritically claim to despise scandal, follow it breathlessly, then blame the media for obsessing over it. \n\n b) Are secretly fascinated by the sleaziness of it.", "Paul Begala (The public's rating: 0 ) \n\n Minuses: \n\n a) Spun the president's denial for months without bothering to check if it was true.", "Slate rating-- He never asked for our sympathy, and he doesn't deserve it: -9 \n\n Dick Morris (The public's rating: -6 )", "b) Personally humiliated. \n\n c) May have disgraced her own good name by echoing his denials on the Today show." ], [ "Slate rating: -1 \n\n The Rev. Jesse Jackson (The public's rating: +2 ) \n\n Minuses:", "Vernon Jordan (The public's rating: +3 ) \n\n Minuses:", "Minuses: \n\n a) Brought a legally dubious, gold-digging lawsuit. \n\n b) Resisted a settlement that would have saved the nation much embarrassment.", "Minuses: \n\n a) Knew what a lech he was, yet always protected him. \n\n b) May have always known truth about Lewinsky, yet still lied to protect Bill.", "Minuses and Pluses: \n\n Same as Begala (except Emanuel didn't write the speech). \n\n Slate rating: -2", "Ann Lewis (The public's rating: -1 ) \n\n Minuses and Pluses:", "Slate rating: -7 \n\n James Carville (The public's rating: -1 ) \n\n Minuses:", "Lanny Davis (The public's rating: -1 ) \n\n Minuses: \n\n a) Spun the president's denial for months without bothering to check if it was true.", "Minuses: \n\n a) Did not (apparently) urge the president to come clean with American people. \n\n Pluses: \n\n a) Stayed loyal.", "Rep. Bob Barr, R-Ga. (The public's rating: -5 ) \n\n Minuses:", "Slate rating: +1 \n\n The American People (The public's rating: +7 ) \n\n Minuses:", "Paul Begala (The public's rating: 0 ) \n\n Minuses: \n\n a) Spun the president's denial for months without bothering to check if it was true.", "The Scorecard \n\n Bill Clinton (The public's rating: -6 ) \n\n Minuses: \n\n To recapitulate", "Minuses: \n\n a) Spun and spun and spun the president's denial for months without bothering to check if it was true. \n\n Pluses:", "Sidney Blumenthal (The public's rating: -3 ) \n\n Minuses:", "Slate rating: +4 \n\n Secret Service (The public's rating: +8 ) \n\n Minuses:", "Minuses: \n\n a) Betrayed her \"friend.\" \n\n b) Obsessively nosed into the private lives of others.", "Pluses: I cannot think of any. \n\n \n\n Slate rating: -7 \n\n Linda Tripp (The public's rating: -7 )", "Bruce Lindsey (The public's rating : To be determined ) \n\n Minuses:", "a) Revealed Clinton family troubles immediately after his pastoral visit. \n\n b) Parlayed pastoral visit into a week of self-promotion. \n\n Pluses:" ], [ "Pluses: \n\n a) Magnanimous toward the president. \n\n Slate rating: +1", "Minuses: \n\n a) Spun and spun and spun the president's denial for months without bothering to check if it was true. \n\n Pluses:", "Minuses: \n\n a) Did not (apparently) urge the president to come clean with American people. \n\n Pluses: \n\n a) Stayed loyal.", "b) Said for seven months that we'd have to \"wait and see.\" Then, when Clinton finally admitted his lies, Davis was hardly embarrassed or critical of the president. \n\n Pluses:", "a) Not yet known what he did to protect Clinton from the Lewinsky affair. Early signs suggest he knew a lot and helped clean it up. \n\n Pluses:", "Chelsea Clinton (The public's rating: +10 ) \n\n Minuses: \n\n There are none. \n\n Pluses:", "g) Did not have the grace to apologize to Lewinsky. \n\n h)Tried to shift the blame for his failures onto his accusers. \n\n Pluses:", "a) Spun his denials without digging for the truth. \n\n b) Did not quit on principle. \n\n Pluses:", "c) On television too much. \n\n Pluses: \n\n a) Urged Clinton early on to come clean.", "d) Dragged into the scandal against her will. \n\n Slate rating: -2 \n\n Mike McCurry (The public's rating: +2 )", "Betty Currie (The public's rating: +8 ) \n\n Minuses: \n\n a) Abetted adulterous affair.", "a) Revealed Clinton family troubles immediately after his pastoral visit. \n\n b) Parlayed pastoral visit into a week of self-promotion. \n\n Pluses:", "b) Did not quit on principle after Clinton admitted lies. \n\n Pluses: \n\n a) Urged president to be contrite and wrote excellent, sufficiently apologetic speech.", "Vernon Jordan (The public's rating: +3 ) \n\n Minuses:", "Minuses: \n\n a) Was in it for the money (told her story partly in order to land a book contract). \n\n Pluses:", "Lanny Davis (The public's rating: -1 ) \n\n Minuses: \n\n a) Spun the president's denial for months without bothering to check if it was true.", "Slate rating: +1 \n\n The American People (The public's rating: +7 ) \n\n Minuses:", "b) Stood aside while White House was shanghaied by lawyers. \n\n Pluses: \n\n a) Stayed utterly silent about the scandal, clearly disgusted by it all.", "Pluses: I cannot think of any. \n\n \n\n Slate rating: -7 \n\n Linda Tripp (The public's rating: -7 )", "Slate rating: +1 \n\n Leon Panetta (The public's rating: +1 ) \n\n Minuses:" ], [ "Paul Begala (The public's rating: 0 ) \n\n Minuses: \n\n a) Spun the president's denial for months without bothering to check if it was true.", "a) Loyalty to old boss. \n\n Slate rating: -3 \n\n George Stephanopoulos (The public's rating: +4 )", "Lanny Davis (The public's rating: -1 ) \n\n Minuses: \n\n a) Spun the president's denial for months without bothering to check if it was true.", "The Scorecard \n\n Bill Clinton (The public's rating: -6 ) \n\n Minuses: \n\n To recapitulate", "Slate rating: -7 \n\n James Carville (The public's rating: -1 ) \n\n Minuses:", "Minuses: \n\n a) Brought a legally dubious, gold-digging lawsuit. \n\n b) Resisted a settlement that would have saved the nation much embarrassment.", "Minuses: \n\n a) Knew what a lech he was, yet always protected him. \n\n b) May have always known truth about Lewinsky, yet still lied to protect Bill.", "first noted Stephanopoulos' unbearable sanctimony in this \"Chatterbox\"", "chastising Clinton! But it smacks of hypocrisy for Stephanopoulos", "g) Did not have the grace to apologize to Lewinsky. \n\n h)Tried to shift the blame for his failures onto his accusers. \n\n Pluses:", "Minuses and Pluses: \n\n Same as Begala (except Emanuel didn't write the speech). \n\n Slate rating: -2", "Minuses: \n\n a) Did not (apparently) urge the president to come clean with American people. \n\n Pluses: \n\n a) Stayed loyal.", "Slate rating: -1 \n\n The Rev. Jesse Jackson (The public's rating: +2 ) \n\n Minuses:", "Monica Lewinsky (The public's rating: -9 ) \n\n Minuses: \n\n a) Seduced a married man.", "Minuses: \n\n a) Spun and spun and spun the president's denial for months without bothering to check if it was true. \n\n Pluses:", "Sidney Blumenthal (The public's rating: -3 ) \n\n Minuses:", "Pluses: I cannot think of any. \n\n \n\n Slate rating: -7 \n\n Linda Tripp (The public's rating: -7 )", "Rep. Bob Barr, R-Ga. (The public's rating: -5 ) \n\n Minuses:", "good, it was opportunistic for Stephanopoulos to betray Clinton just", "Ann Lewis (The public's rating: -1 ) \n\n Minuses and Pluses:" ] ]

[ "What likely happened to the squid once the Marco departed?", "What makes the fisherpeople of Arz most like bait?", "How did the city get to be underwater?", "How do the characters know when the winged lizards will appear?", "Who is the oldest character?", "What is the relationship like between the pink anglers and the squid?", "How was Farrell discouraged from interfering with the angers and squid?", "Why did the squid always appear a little bit too late to save the anglers?", "What likely happened to the pink anglers once the Marco departed?" ]

[ [ "There was no change", "One of them was in the hold of the Marco", "They went to war with the pink anglers", "They stopped associating with the pink anglers" ], [ "They are defenseless", "They are the color of beetle bait", "They are used to lure larger prey", "They appear lifeless" ], [ "Humans built it underwater", "The squid built it underwater", "Sea level rose up over it", "It was built on land then sank" ], [ "The winged lizards are unpredictable", "They appear at daybreak every morning", "They make screeching sounds as they fly", "They only appear when the sun is setting" ], [ "Farrell", "Stryker", "Pink anglers", "Gibson" ], [ "The pink anglers revered the squid", "The squid collected pink anglers", "The pink anglers tamed the squid", "The squid farmed pink anglers" ], [ "There were rules that prohibited interfering with their culture", "His fellow crew would leave him if he did", "The squid had nearly eaten him in the past", "The anglers threatened him" ], [ "The anglers were not useful to the squid", "The anglers were being punished\n", "The anglers were not the squid's primary interest", "The squid were a nearly defeated colony that didn’t have enough members to save every angler" ], [ "They went on to challenge the squid", "There was no change", "They developed space travel", "They took over the planet" ] ]

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[ [ "\"The squids,\" Stryker grunted. \"Right on schedule. Two seconds too late,\n as usual, to stop the slaughter.\"", "\"Any sign of the squids yet?\" he asked.", "\"Behold a familiar pattern shaping up,\" Stryker said. He laughed\n suddenly, a great irrepressible bellow of sound. \"Arz is a squid's", "And the Marco's crew had explored Arz exhaustively without finding any\n slightest trace of boats or of boat landings. The train of association\n completed itself with automatic logic, almost rousing Farrell out of his\n doze.", "the squid-people, making a dry-land canvass of his preserve here to pick\n a couple of victims for this morning's show, that carried you off last\n night.\"", "The scouter swerved briefly as Gibson looked back. \"You're all right,\n Arthur. Just hang on tight. I'll explain everything when we get you safe\n in the\nMarco\n.\"", "He broke off, seeing for the first time the octopods that ringed the\n outcrop just under the surface of the water, waiting with barbed", "had any brains. It was under water, of course.\"\nIn the\nMarco Four\n, Gibson routed Stryker out of his cubicle and mixed", "tentacles spread and yellow eyes studying him glassily. He heard the\n unmistakable flapping of wings behind and above him then, and thought\n with shock-born lucidity:", "submerged later by a sinking of land masses that killed off the original\n builders and left Arz nothing but an oversized archipelago. The squids", "behind three of their number who disappeared under the surface like\n harpooned seals. No trace remained of the two Arzian natives.", "He and Stryker were still grinning over it when Gibson, unamused,\n blasted the\nMarco Four\nfree of Arz.", "\"Invasion of a squid world?\" Farrell protested, baffled. \"Why should\n surface colonization conflict with an undersea culture, Gib? Why\n couldn't we share the planet?\"", "last conscious thought was not of his own danger, but of Stryker—asleep\n and unprotected behind the\nMarco's\nopen port....", "He recalled then that on the first day of the\nMarco's\nplanetfall one", "the octopods get curious enough about us to make trouble. Do you feel up\n to the acceleration, Arthur?\"", "A barrage of barbed tentacles lashed out of the foam and drove into the\n melee of winged lizards. The lizards took the air at once, leaving", "He was on the coral outcropping offshore, and except for the involuntary\n muscles of balance and respiration his body was paralyzed.", "was a question as to which was which.\nThe third night of the\nMarco Four's\nlandfall on the moonless Altarian", "For a moment he was totally disoriented; then from the corner of an eye\n he caught the pinkish blur of an Arzian fisher standing beside him, and" ], [ "For a moment he was totally disoriented; then from the corner of an eye\n he caught the pinkish blur of an Arzian fisher standing beside him, and", "islet.\nIn order to make Izaak Walton's sport complete, there must\n be an angler, a fish, and some bait. All three existed on Arz but there", "They stooped like hawks upon the islet offshore, burying the two Arzian\n fishers instantly under their snapping, threshing bodies. Then around", "world, Arthur, don't you see? And like most civilized peoples, they're\n sportsmen. The flying-lizards are the game they hunt, and they raise the\n pink fishers for—\"", "Sunrise brought him alert with a jerk, frowning at sight of two pinkish,\n bipedal Arzian fishermen posted on the tiny coral islet a quarter-mile\n offshore, their blank triangular faces turned stolidly toward the beach.", "\"Behold a familiar pattern shaping up,\" Stryker said. He laughed\n suddenly, a great irrepressible bellow of sound. \"Arz is a squid's", "The Anglers of Arz\nBy Roger Dee\nIllustrated by BOB MARTIN\n[Transcriber Note: This etext was produced from IF Worlds of Science", "Farrell turned an irritable stare on the incurious group of Arzians\n gathering, nets and fishing spears in hand, at the edge of the\n sheltering bramble forest.", "enigmatic relation that linked the Arzian fishers to the dragons and\n squids, and his desire to understand that relation was aggravated by the\n knowledge that Arz could be a perfect world for Terran colonization.", "Farrell swore in astonishment. \"Then those poor devils are put out there\n deliberately, like worms on a hook—angling in reverse! No wonder I\n couldn't spot their motivation!\"", "\"What stumps me is their motivation,\" he said. \"Why do the fools go out\n to that islet every night, when they must know damned well what will\n happen next morning?\"", "spear-shafts. Which meant that the fishers could not swim, else some\n would surely have gone in after him.", "behind three of their number who disappeared under the surface like\n harpooned seals. No trace remained of the two Arzian natives.", "of transportation that placed the Arzians in pairs on the islet, when\n his whole fabric of speculation fell into a tangled snarl of\n inconsistencies. He gave it up finally; how could any Earthman", "\"Because the octopods own the islands too, and keep them policed,\"\n Gibson said patiently. \"They even own the pink fishers. It was one of", "A sharp sting burned his shoulder, wasp-like, and a sudden overwhelming\n lassitude swept him into a darkness deeper than the Arzian night. His", "the squid-people, making a dry-land canvass of his preserve here to pick\n a couple of victims for this morning's show, that carried you off last\n night.\"", "of the pink fishers had fallen from a casting ledge into the water, and\n had all but drowned before his fellows pulled him out with extended", "Chattering pink natives straggled past from the shelter of the thorn\n forest, ignoring the Earthmen, and lined the casting ledges along the\n beach to begin their day's fishing.", "of little islands like this one, all covered with bramble. It wasn't a\n city these pink fishers could have built, either. The architecture was\n beyond them by a million years.\"" ], [ "used high-altitude blimps during the First Wars to spot submarines, and\n when I took the scouter up far enough there it was, at the ocean\n bottom—a city to compare with anything men ever built.\"", "\"None,\" Gibson said. \"I think the city must have been built ages ago—by\n men or by a manlike race, judging from the architecture—and was", "Gibson answered him with an older problem, his square face puzzled. \"For\n that matter, what became of the city I saw when we came in through the", "of little islands like this one, all covered with bramble. It wasn't a\n city these pink fishers could have built, either. The architecture was\n beyond them by a million years.\"", "submerged later by a sinking of land masses that killed off the original\n builders and left Arz nothing but an oversized archipelago. The squids", "Stryker stared. \"A marine city? What use would sea-creatures have for\n buildings?\"", "Farrell forced himself to relax, more relieved than alarmed by the\n painful pricking of returning sensation. \"I might have known it, damn\n you,\" he said. \"You found your lost city, didn't you?\"", "had any brains. It was under water, of course.\"\nIn the\nMarco Four\n, Gibson routed Stryker out of his cubicle and mixed", "\"We never saw the city from the scouter because we didn't go high\n enough,\" Gibson said. \"I realized that finally, remembering how they", "\"Because the octopods own the islands too, and keep them policed,\"\n Gibson said patiently. \"They even own the pink fishers. It was one of", "Stryker and Farrell traded baffled looks. The city had become something\n of a fixation with Gibson, and his dogged insistence—coupled with an", "\"Invasion of a squid world?\" Farrell protested, baffled. \"Why should\n surface colonization conflict with an undersea culture, Gib? Why\n couldn't we share the planet?\"", "\"Nothing we've seen yet could have built that city,\" Gibson said\n stubbornly. \"But it's here somewhere, and I'm going to find it. Will\n either of you be using the scouter today?\"", "\"Gibson found his lost city yet?\" Farrell asked, and grinned when\n Stryker snorted.", "behind three of their number who disappeared under the surface like\n harpooned seals. No trace remained of the two Arzian natives.", "\"There never was a city here, Gib,\" Stryker said. \"You dozed off while\n we were making planetfall, that's all.\"", "They stooped like hawks upon the islet offshore, burying the two Arzian\n fishers instantly under their snapping, threshing bodies. Then around", "tentacles spread and yellow eyes studying him glassily. He heard the\n unmistakable flapping of wings behind and above him then, and thought\n with shock-born lucidity:", "of transportation that placed the Arzians in pairs on the islet, when\n his whole fabric of speculation fell into a tangled snarl of\n inconsistencies. He gave it up finally; how could any Earthman", "\"Behold a familiar pattern shaping up,\" Stryker said. He laughed\n suddenly, a great irrepressible bellow of sound. \"Arz is a squid's" ], [ "Out of the morning rainbow dropped a swarm of winged lizards, twenty\n feet in length and a glistening chlorophyll green in the early light.", "A barrage of barbed tentacles lashed out of the foam and drove into the\n melee of winged lizards. The lizards took the air at once, leaving", "Panic seized him again when he remembered the green flying-lizards; more\n seconds passed before he gained control of himself, sweating with the", "Farrell fought down an insane desire to laugh. \"Never mind that—get\n here fast, Gib! The flying-lizards—\"", "world, Arthur, don't you see? And like most civilized peoples, they're\n sportsmen. The flying-lizards are the game they hunt, and they raise the\n pink fishers for—\"", "\"They won't show up until the dragons come,\" Farrell said. He adjusted\n the light filter of the magnoscanner and scowled at Stryker. \"Lee, I", "The scouter roared in from the west across the thorn forest, flashing so\n close above his head that he felt the wind of its passage. Almost", "tentacles spread and yellow eyes studying him glassily. He heard the\n unmistakable flapping of wings behind and above him then, and thought\n with shock-born lucidity:", "They stooped like hawks upon the islet offshore, burying the two Arzian\n fishers instantly under their snapping, threshing bodies. Then around", "\"What stumps me is their motivation,\" he said. \"Why do the fools go out\n to that islet every night, when they must know damned well what will\n happen next morning?\"", "\"Behold a familiar pattern shaping up,\" Stryker said. He laughed\n suddenly, a great irrepressible bellow of sound. \"Arz is a squid's", "instantly he heard the shrilling blast of its emergency bow jets as\n Gibson met the lizard swarm head on.", "\"The squids,\" Stryker grunted. \"Right on schedule. Two seconds too late,\n as usual, to stop the slaughter.\"", "Sunrise brought him alert with a jerk, frowning at sight of two pinkish,\n bipedal Arzian fishermen posted on the tiny coral islet a quarter-mile\n offshore, their blank triangular faces turned stolidly toward the beach.", "Chattering pink natives straggled past from the shelter of the thorn\n forest, ignoring the Earthmen, and lined the casting ledges along the\n beach to begin their day's fishing.", "night-birds or scurrying rodents. He had worked his way close to the\n center of the island without further discovery and was on the point of\n turning back, disgusted, when something bulky and powerful seized him", "\"They're at it again,\" Farrell called, and dropped to the mossy turf\n outside. \"Roll out on the double! I'm going to magnofilm this!\"", "The flattened sun-disk on the water brightened and grew rounder. Above\n its reflected glare he caught a flicker of movement, a restless", "the squid-people, making a dry-land canvass of his preserve here to pick\n a couple of victims for this morning's show, that carried you off last\n night.\"", "Farrell swore in astonishment. \"Then those poor devils are put out there\n deliberately, like worms on a hook—angling in reverse! No wonder I\n couldn't spot their motivation!\"" ], [ "\"None,\" Gibson said. \"I think the city must have been built ages ago—by\n men or by a manlike race, judging from the architecture—and was", "\"Behold a familiar pattern shaping up,\" Stryker said. He laughed\n suddenly, a great irrepressible bellow of sound. \"Arz is a squid's", "The scouter roared in from the west across the thorn forest, flashing so\n close above his head that he felt the wind of its passage. Almost", "\"They're at it again,\" Farrell called, and dropped to the mossy turf\n outside. \"Roll out on the double! I'm going to magnofilm this!\"", "Farrell swore in astonishment. \"Then those poor devils are put out there\n deliberately, like worms on a hook—angling in reverse! No wonder I\n couldn't spot their motivation!\"", "He stepped out through the open lock and paced restlessly up and down on\n the springy turf, feeling the ocean breeze soft on his face. Three days", "Gibson answered him with an older problem, his square face puzzled. \"For\n that matter, what became of the city I saw when we came in through the", "Stryker and Gibson came out of their sleeping cubicles reluctantly,\n belting on the loose shorts which all three wore in the balmy Arzian", "\"Gib,\" Farrell croaked. \"Gib, can you risk a look back? I think I've\n gone mad.\"", "Later he remembered that Stryker dissolved a tablet in his glass, but at\n the moment it meant nothing. In a matter of minutes the older man's", "his litter of notes. Sleep did not come to him at once; a vague sense of\n something overlooked prodded irritatingly at the back of his\n consciousness, but it was not until drowsiness had finally overtaken him", "Gibson stiffened resentfully, but Farrell's voice cut his protest short.\n \"Get set! Here they come!\"", "planet was a repetition of the two before it, a nine-hour intermission\n of drowsy, pastoral peace. Navigator Arthur Farrell—it was his turn to", "\"The squids,\" Stryker grunted. \"Right on schedule. Two seconds too late,\n as usual, to stop the slaughter.\"", "\"What stumps me is their motivation,\" he said. \"Why do the fools go out\n to that islet every night, when they must know damned well what will\n happen next morning?\"", "climate. Stryker blinked and yawned as he let himself through the port,\n his fringe of white hair tousled and his naked paunch sweating. He", "looked, Farrell thought for the thousandth time, more like a retired\n cook than like the veteran commander of a Terran Colonies expedition.", "tentacles spread and yellow eyes studying him glassily. He heard the\n unmistakable flapping of wings behind and above him then, and thought\n with shock-born lucidity:", "Stryker threw up his hands. \"I've a mountain of data to collate, and\n Arthur is off duty after standing watch last night. Help yourself, but", "For a moment he was totally disoriented; then from the corner of an eye\n he caught the pinkish blur of an Arzian fisher standing beside him, and" ], [ "\"Behold a familiar pattern shaping up,\" Stryker said. He laughed\n suddenly, a great irrepressible bellow of sound. \"Arz is a squid's", "For a moment he was totally disoriented; then from the corner of an eye\n he caught the pinkish blur of an Arzian fisher standing beside him, and", "the squid-people, making a dry-land canvass of his preserve here to pick\n a couple of victims for this morning's show, that carried you off last\n night.\"", "\"Because the octopods own the islands too, and keep them policed,\"\n Gibson said patiently. \"They even own the pink fishers. It was one of", "of the pink fishers had fallen from a casting ledge into the water, and\n had all but drowned before his fellows pulled him out with extended", "\"Any sign of the squids yet?\" he asked.", "tentacles spread and yellow eyes studying him glassily. He heard the\n unmistakable flapping of wings behind and above him then, and thought\n with shock-born lucidity:", "\"The squids,\" Stryker grunted. \"Right on schedule. Two seconds too late,\n as usual, to stop the slaughter.\"", "Chattering pink natives straggled past from the shelter of the thorn\n forest, ignoring the Earthmen, and lined the casting ledges along the\n beach to begin their day's fishing.", "Sunrise brought him alert with a jerk, frowning at sight of two pinkish,\n bipedal Arzian fishermen posted on the tiny coral islet a quarter-mile\n offshore, their blank triangular faces turned stolidly toward the beach.", "world, Arthur, don't you see? And like most civilized peoples, they're\n sportsmen. The flying-lizards are the game they hunt, and they raise the\n pink fishers for—\"", "Fiction January 1953. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence\n that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nThere were two pinkish, bipedal fishermen on the tiny", "of little islands like this one, all covered with bramble. It wasn't a\n city these pink fishers could have built, either. The architecture was\n beyond them by a million years.\"", "enigmatic relation that linked the Arzian fishers to the dragons and\n squids, and his desire to understand that relation was aggravated by the\n knowledge that Arz could be a perfect world for Terran colonization.", "\"Invasion of a squid world?\" Farrell protested, baffled. \"Why should\n surface colonization conflict with an undersea culture, Gib? Why\n couldn't we share the planet?\"", "He broke off, seeing for the first time the octopods that ringed the\n outcrop just under the surface of the water, waiting with barbed", "Farrell swore in astonishment. \"Then those poor devils are put out there\n deliberately, like worms on a hook—angling in reverse! No wonder I\n couldn't spot their motivation!\"", "The Anglers of Arz\nBy Roger Dee\nIllustrated by BOB MARTIN\n[Transcriber Note: This etext was produced from IF Worlds of Science", "It occurred to him then that there had been two of the pink fishers on\n the islet each morning, and the coincidence made him sit up suddenly,\n startled. Why two? Why not three or four, or only one?", "\"I don't see it,\" Stryker complained, shaking his head. \"The pink\n fishers—\"" ], [ "Farrell swore in astonishment. \"Then those poor devils are put out there\n deliberately, like worms on a hook—angling in reverse! No wonder I\n couldn't spot their motivation!\"", "Farrell and Stryker looked at each other, grinning. Farrell said: \"You\n don't think I want to stick here and be used for bait again, do you?\"", "Farrell turned an irritable stare on the incurious group of Arzians\n gathering, nets and fishing spears in hand, at the edge of the\n sheltering bramble forest.", "Gibson stiffened resentfully, but Farrell's voice cut his protest short.\n \"Get set! Here they come!\"", "\"Invasion of a squid world?\" Farrell protested, baffled. \"Why should\n surface colonization conflict with an undersea culture, Gib? Why\n couldn't we share the planet?\"", "\"The squids,\" Stryker grunted. \"Right on schedule. Two seconds too late,\n as usual, to stop the slaughter.\"", "\"Behold a familiar pattern shaping up,\" Stryker said. He laughed\n suddenly, a great irrepressible bellow of sound. \"Arz is a squid's", "the squid-people, making a dry-land canvass of his preserve here to pick\n a couple of victims for this morning's show, that carried you off last\n night.\"", "\"They're at it again,\" Farrell called, and dropped to the mossy turf\n outside. \"Roll out on the double! I'm going to magnofilm this!\"", "Farrell had a last dizzy glimpse of the islet against the rush of green\n water below, and felt his shaky laugh of relief stick in his throat. Two", "Farrell forced himself to relax, more relieved than alarmed by the\n painful pricking of returning sensation. \"I might have known it, damn\n you,\" he said. \"You found your lost city, didn't you?\"", "Farrell fought down an insane desire to laugh. \"Never mind that—get\n here fast, Gib! The flying-lizards—\"", "He broke off, seeing for the first time the octopods that ringed the\n outcrop just under the surface of the water, waiting with barbed", "brown arms and hauled him inside like a straw man, ignoring the native.\n The scouter darted for shore with Farrell lying across Gibson's knees in\n the cockpit, his head hanging half overside.", "you won't find anything.\"\nThe scouter was a speeding dot on the horizon when Farrell crawled into\n his sleeping cubicle a short time later, leaving Stryker to mutter over", "\"Gib,\" Farrell croaked. \"Gib, can you risk a look back? I think I've\n gone mad.\"", "drinks around, leaving Farrell comfortably relaxed in the padded control\n chair. The paralysis was still wearing off slowly, easing Farrell's fear\n of being permanently disabled.", "Stryker and Farrell traded baffled looks. The city had become something\n of a fixation with Gibson, and his dogged insistence—coupled with an", "The scouter settled on the outcrop beside Farrell, so close that the hot\n wash of its exhaust gases scorched his bare legs. Gibson put out thick", "\"They won't show up until the dragons come,\" Farrell said. He adjusted\n the light filter of the magnoscanner and scowled at Stryker. \"Lee, I" ], [ "\"The squids,\" Stryker grunted. \"Right on schedule. Two seconds too late,\n as usual, to stop the slaughter.\"", "\"Behold a familiar pattern shaping up,\" Stryker said. He laughed\n suddenly, a great irrepressible bellow of sound. \"Arz is a squid's", "the squid-people, making a dry-land canvass of his preserve here to pick\n a couple of victims for this morning's show, that carried you off last\n night.\"", "\"Any sign of the squids yet?\" he asked.", "tentacles spread and yellow eyes studying him glassily. He heard the\n unmistakable flapping of wings behind and above him then, and thought\n with shock-born lucidity:", "He broke off, seeing for the first time the octopods that ringed the\n outcrop just under the surface of the water, waiting with barbed", "of the pink fishers had fallen from a casting ledge into the water, and\n had all but drowned before his fellows pulled him out with extended", "Farrell swore in astonishment. \"Then those poor devils are put out there\n deliberately, like worms on a hook—angling in reverse! No wonder I\n couldn't spot their motivation!\"", "\"What stumps me is their motivation,\" he said. \"Why do the fools go out\n to that islet every night, when they must know damned well what will\n happen next morning?\"", "For a moment he was totally disoriented; then from the corner of an eye\n he caught the pinkish blur of an Arzian fisher standing beside him, and", "\"Because the octopods own the islands too, and keep them policed,\"\n Gibson said patiently. \"They even own the pink fishers. It was one of", "Sunrise brought him alert with a jerk, frowning at sight of two pinkish,\n bipedal Arzian fishermen posted on the tiny coral islet a quarter-mile\n offshore, their blank triangular faces turned stolidly toward the beach.", "spear-shafts. Which meant that the fishers could not swim, else some\n would surely have gone in after him.", "It occurred to him then that there had been two of the pink fishers on\n the islet each morning, and the coincidence made him sit up suddenly,\n startled. Why two? Why not three or four, or only one?", "\"They won't show up until the dragons come,\" Farrell said. He adjusted\n the light filter of the magnoscanner and scowled at Stryker. \"Lee, I", "Farrell and Stryker looked at each other, grinning. Farrell said: \"You\n don't think I want to stick here and be used for bait again, do you?\"", "\"Invasion of a squid world?\" Farrell protested, baffled. \"Why should\n surface colonization conflict with an undersea culture, Gib? Why\n couldn't we share the planet?\"", "his litter of notes. Sleep did not come to him at once; a vague sense of\n something overlooked prodded irritatingly at the back of his\n consciousness, but it was not until drowsiness had finally overtaken him", "enigmatic relation that linked the Arzian fishers to the dragons and\n squids, and his desire to understand that relation was aggravated by the\n knowledge that Arz could be a perfect world for Terran colonization.", "They stooped like hawks upon the islet offshore, burying the two Arzian\n fishers instantly under their snapping, threshing bodies. Then around" ], [ "And the Marco's crew had explored Arz exhaustively without finding any\n slightest trace of boats or of boat landings. The train of association\n completed itself with automatic logic, almost rousing Farrell out of his\n doze.", "of the pink fishers had fallen from a casting ledge into the water, and\n had all but drowned before his fellows pulled him out with extended", "Chattering pink natives straggled past from the shelter of the thorn\n forest, ignoring the Earthmen, and lined the casting ledges along the\n beach to begin their day's fishing.", "For a moment he was totally disoriented; then from the corner of an eye\n he caught the pinkish blur of an Arzian fisher standing beside him, and", "Sunrise brought him alert with a jerk, frowning at sight of two pinkish,\n bipedal Arzian fishermen posted on the tiny coral islet a quarter-mile\n offshore, their blank triangular faces turned stolidly toward the beach.", "The scouter swerved briefly as Gibson looked back. \"You're all right,\n Arthur. Just hang on tight. I'll explain everything when we get you safe\n in the\nMarco\n.\"", "Fiction January 1953. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence\n that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nThere were two pinkish, bipedal fishermen on the tiny", "It occurred to him then that there had been two of the pink fishers on\n the islet each morning, and the coincidence made him sit up suddenly,\n startled. Why two? Why not three or four, or only one?", "of little islands like this one, all covered with bramble. It wasn't a\n city these pink fishers could have built, either. The architecture was\n beyond them by a million years.\"", "behind three of their number who disappeared under the surface like\n harpooned seals. No trace remained of the two Arzian natives.", "\"I don't see it,\" Stryker complained, shaking his head. \"The pink\n fishers—\"", "spear-shafts. Which meant that the fishers could not swim, else some\n would surely have gone in after him.", "Farrell swore in astonishment. \"Then those poor devils are put out there\n deliberately, like worms on a hook—angling in reverse! No wonder I\n couldn't spot their motivation!\"", "He and Stryker were still grinning over it when Gibson, unamused,\n blasted the\nMarco Four\nfree of Arz.", "\"What stumps me is their motivation,\" he said. \"Why do the fools go out\n to that islet every night, when they must know damned well what will\n happen next morning?\"", "had any brains. It was under water, of course.\"\nIn the\nMarco Four\n, Gibson routed Stryker out of his cubicle and mixed", "of transportation that placed the Arzians in pairs on the islet, when\n his whole fabric of speculation fell into a tangled snarl of\n inconsistencies. He gave it up finally; how could any Earthman", "\"Because the octopods own the islands too, and keep them policed,\"\n Gibson said patiently. \"They even own the pink fishers. It was one of", "last conscious thought was not of his own danger, but of Stryker—asleep\n and unprotected behind the\nMarco's\nopen port....", "They stooped like hawks upon the islet offshore, burying the two Arzian\n fishers instantly under their snapping, threshing bodies. Then around" ] ]

[ "What is the language spoken on Saturn?", "Why did people endure living on the rocks orbiting Saturn?", "Why is Gus engaged in space fighting?", "What is the relationship like between Gus and Meek?", "What was Meek’s original intention in taking to space flight?", "What is the relative size of the space bugs?", "What is the likely outcome of the polo game?", "What did Miss Perkins do to organize the polo game?", "How might the space bugs interfere with the polo game?", "Is it likely that mechanics on Saturn have much work?" ]

[ [ "Martian", "English", "Binary", "Saturnese" ], [ "To mine precious metals", "To cultivate medicinally important plants", "To try to understand the game of the bugs", "To avoid detection by law enforcement" ], [ "To conquer other rocks", "Largely to ward off boredom", "Avenging his father’s feud", "To maintain his ownership of the space bugs" ], [ "Suspicious but tolerant", "Congenial", "Adversarial", "Romantic" ], [ "Intellectual study of life on Saturn", "Escape", "Curiosity", "Revenge" ], [ "Just too big to fit into the palm of a hand", "Larger than a loaf of bread", "The size of a horse", "About the size of a small beetle" ], [ "Don’t know enough about their abilities to say", "Sector twenty-three wins", "Sector thirty-seven wins", "They will likely call a truce" ], [ "Explained the glory of sport to Gus as a way to claim victories", "Had a mediation session with Bud Cranery and Gus", "Posted signs around the mechanic stops on Saturn", "Her methods were unclear" ], [ "They may latch on and burrow holes in space ships as they fly past", "They may use their quorum sensing to rig the game to favor sector twenty-three", "They are unlikely to interfere since they don’t appear to fly through space", "They may swarm and cause navigation problems to the competitors" ], [ "People generally rely on fixing their own spaceships instead of going to mechanics", "Not likely since nobody lives there and there are few visitors", "Yes, there are many navigational hazards when landing on the planet", "No, there aren’t many reasons for people to need mechanics on Saturn" ] ]

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[ [ "Behind him Saturn filled a tenth of the sky, a yellow, lemon-tinged\n ball, streaked here and there with faint crimson lines and blotched\n with angry, bright green patches.", "\"It happens to the best of them,\" the mechanic consoled. \"Saturn sweeps\n in clouds of the stuff. Thicker than hell when you reach the Rings.", "The whole thing was squirrely. But, Meek told himself, it fitted in.\n The whole Saturnian system was wacky. The rings, for example. Debris of", "Saturn itself, for that matter. A planet that kept Man at bay with\n deadly radiations. But radiations that, while they kept Man at a", "in our own Saturnian system. A space polo game. To be played by two\n unknown, pick-up, amateur teams down in the Inner Ring. Most of the", "indicated by a fairly sizeable dot, but that was merely a matter of\n comparison. Out Saturn-way even the tiniest outpost assumes importance\n far beyond its size.", "The radio on the mantel blared a warning signal, automatically tuning\n in on one of the regular newscasts from Titan City out on Saturn's\n biggest moon.", "it crossed space somehow and was captured by Saturn, sucked into the\n Ring. That would explain why it's the only one that has the bugs. They\n come along with it, see.\"", "\"Sure, from a book. I saved my money and I studied. I always wanted to\n see the Solar System and here I am.\"", "Ring go out into space to play that most dangerous of all sports, space\n polo. For the outcome of that game will decide, forever, the supremacy\n of one of the two sectors.\"", "\"There's something in what she says,\" defended Moe. \"You ring-rats been\n ripping up space for a long time now. Time you growed up and settled", "One of the buildings was the repair shop which the sign advertised.\n The other, according to the crudely painted legend smeared above its\n entrance lock, was the\nSaturn Inn\n.", "Moe, bartender at Saturn Inn, leaned his elbow on the bar and braced\n his chin in an outspread palm. His face wore a melancholy, hang-dog", "To right and left glinted the whirling, twisting, tumbling rocks that\n made up the Inner Ring, while arcing above the horizon opposed to\n Saturn were the spangled glistening rainbows of the other rings.", "to death heading for a spaceship. Got so I had to move over to another\n rock to live. Tried to fight it out with them, but they whipped me pure", "\"The sporting event, ladies and gentlemen, that is being talked up and\n down the streets of Earth tonight, is one that will be played here", "\"Well, a spacesuit's metal and....\"\n\n\n \"Got that all fixed up,\" said Gus. \"You come back with me and I'll let\n you have a pair of stilts.\"", "\"But they're going to play it. The men who ride those bucking rocks\n that make up the Inner Ring will go out into space in their rickety", "\"Next week,\" he said, \"the annual Martian-Earth football game will be\n played at Greater New York on Earth. But in the Earth's newspapers\n tonight another story has pushed even that famous classic of the\n sporting world down into secondary place.\"", "\"Like dewdrops in the black of space,\" Meek mumbled to himself. But he\n immediately felt ashamed of himself for growing poetic. This sector of" ], [ "on the crazy swirl of spacial boulders that made up the ring. Men\n like Hamilton, living on rocks that bucked and heaved along their", "The whole thing was squirrely. But, Meek told himself, it fitted in.\n The whole Saturnian system was wacky. The rings, for example. Debris of", "\"But they're going to play it. The men who ride those bucking rocks\n that make up the Inner Ring will go out into space in their rickety", "to death heading for a spaceship. Got so I had to move over to another\n rock to live. Tried to fight it out with them, but they whipped me pure", "The slab of rock was no more than five miles across, perhaps even\n less. Here in its approximate center, were two buildings, both of", "\"It happens to the best of them,\" the mechanic consoled. \"Saturn sweeps\n in clouds of the stuff. Thicker than hell when you reach the Rings.", "Saturn itself, for that matter. A planet that kept Man at bay with\n deadly radiations. But radiations that, while they kept Man at a", "it crossed space somehow and was captured by Saturn, sucked into the\n Ring. That would explain why it's the only one that has the bugs. They\n come along with it, see.\"", "indicated by a fairly sizeable dot, but that was merely a matter of\n comparison. Out Saturn-way even the tiniest outpost assumes importance\n far beyond its size.", "To right and left glinted the whirling, twisting, tumbling rocks that\n made up the Inner Ring, while arcing above the horizon opposed to\n Saturn were the spangled glistening rainbows of the other rings.", "Ring go out into space to play that most dangerous of all sports, space\n polo. For the outcome of that game will decide, forever, the supremacy\n of one of the two sectors.\"", "\"There's something in what she says,\" defended Moe. \"You ring-rats been\n ripping up space for a long time now. Time you growed up and settled", "orbits like chips riding the crest of a raging flood. Men who endured\n loneliness, dared death when crunching orbits intersected or, when", "distance, at the same time served Man. For here, on the Inner Ring,\n where they had become so diluted that ordinary space armor filtered\n them out, they made possible the medical magic of the famous radiation", "Behind him Saturn filled a tenth of the sky, a yellow, lemon-tinged\n ball, streaked here and there with faint crimson lines and blotched\n with angry, bright green patches.", "And because Earth needed the moss to cure a dozen maladies and because\n it would grow nowhere else but here on the Inner Ring, men squatted", "\"Sure, from a book. I saved my money and I studied. I always wanted to\n see the Solar System and here I am.\"", "On the fourth bounce he managed to hook his fingers around a tiny\n projection of the surface. Fighting desperately, he regained his feet.", "\"But those terrible feuds,\" she protested. \"Fighting just because they\n live in different parts of the Ring. It's natural they might feel some\n rivalry, but all this killing! Surely they don't enjoy getting killed.\"", "The rest of the rock was landing field, pure and simple. Blasters had\n leveled off the humps and irregularities so spaceships could sit down." ], [ "Ring go out into space to play that most dangerous of all sports, space\n polo. For the outcome of that game will decide, forever, the supremacy\n of one of the two sectors.\"", "\"All we want to know,\" Gus told him, \"is what you think of space polo.\"", "\"Space polo,\" declared Meek, \"is a noble game. It requires expert\n piloting, a fine sense of timing and....\"\n\n\n \"There, you see!\" whooped Gus, triumphantly.", "\"I'll get a heap of satisfaction out of it,\" insisted Gus. \"And,\n besides, I'll get my injector back. Might even take a few things off\n Bud's ship. Some of the parts on mine are wearing kind of thin.\"", "Miss Perkins beamed. \"What game is it, Mr. Hamilton?\"\n\n\n \"Space polo,\" said Gus.", "The inner door of the entrance lock grated open and a spacesuited\n figure limped into the room. The spacesuit visor snapped up and a brush\n of grey whiskers spouted into view.\n\n\n It was Gus Hamilton.", "by enlisting his aid. And now, he was a drafted\n\n space-polo player—a fortune bet on his ability\n\n at a game he had never played in his cloistered life.", "ships and fight it out. And ladies and gentlemen, when I say fight it\n out, I really mean fight it out. For the game, it seems, will be a sort", "to death heading for a spaceship. Got so I had to move over to another\n rock to live. Tried to fight it out with them, but they whipped me pure", "\"There's something in what she says,\" defended Moe. \"You ring-rats been\n ripping up space for a long time now. Time you growed up and settled", "\"But they're going to play it. The men who ride those bucking rocks\n that make up the Inner Ring will go out into space in their rickety", "\"You're prejudiced,\" Gus told Moe. \"You just don't like space polo,", "\"Stranger,\" declared the mechanic, solemnly, \"there ain't nothing\n about them bugs that make sense. Gus' rock is the only one they're on.", "\"Well, a spacesuit's metal and....\"\n\n\n \"Got that all fixed up,\" said Gus. \"You come back with me and I'll let\n you have a pair of stilts.\"", "space, he knew, was not in the least poetic. It was hard and savage and\n as he thought about that, he hitched up his gun belt and struck out", "Fumbling desperately, he snapped on the rocket motor of his suit, shot\n out into space, heading for the rock where the lights from the ports of\n Hamilton's shack blinked with the weaving of the rock.", "The mechanic glowed with sudden admiration. \"I don't know who you are,\n mister,\" he declared, \"but whoever you are, you're the best damn pilot\n that ever took to space.\"", "Department, the other to the Galactic Pharmaceutical Corporation.\n The Galactic ship was a freighter, ponderous and slow. It was here,", "\"Really I'm not,\" said Meek. \"I haven't done much piloting, you see. Up\n until just a while ago, I never had left Earth. Bookkeeper for Lunar\n Exports.\"", "Gus thinks maybe the rock don't even belong to the Solar system. Thinks\n maybe it's a hunk of stone from some other solar system. Figures maybe" ], [ "Meek looked crestfallen.\n\n\n \"Can't get near them, then,\" he said.\n\n\n \"Sure you can,\" said Gus. \"Why not?\"", "\"That would be awful,\" agreed Meek.\n\n\n \"Wouldn't it, though,\" declared Gus.", "\"Then you're the gentleman who has bugs,\" said Meek.\n\n\n \"Now, look here,\" warned Gus, \"you watch what you say or I'll hang one\n on you.\"", "\"I saw a game once,\" Meek volunteered.\n\n\n \"Swell,\" bellowed Gus. \"We'll have you coach our team.\"", "\"Hamilton!\" squeaked Meek.\n\n\n \"Sure,\" said Gus. \"Old Gus Hamilton. Grow the finest dog-gone radiation\n moss you ever clapped your eyes on.\"", "\"This Gus Hamilton,\" said Meek. \"I'd like to see him. Where could I\n find him?\"", "\"Got him,\" yelped Meek, scooping the shining mote up in his hand.\n\n\n Gus inched the lid of the wooden box open. Meek rose and popped the bug\n inside.", "\"Chiggers,\" Meek told him, \"burrow into a person to lay eggs.\"\n\n\n \"Maybe these things do, too,\" Gus contended.", "\"He means your rock bugs,\" Moe explained, hastily.\n\n\n \"Oh, them,\" said Gus.", "sides and play for hours. About the time Gus would think he had it\n figured out, they'd change the rules and throw him off again.\"", "Oliver Meek shut his eyes and groaned.\n\n\n \"Gus will give me hell for this,\" he told himself.\nGus shook the small wooden box thoughtfully, listening to the frantic\n scurrying within it.", "Slowly and carefully, Meek clumped toward the squat repair shop. Once\n or twice he stumbled, hoping fervently he wouldn't get the feet of his", "\"Bookkeeper!\" yelped the mechanic. \"How come a bookkeeper can handle a\n ship like that?\"\n\n\n \"I learned it,\" said Meek.\n\n\n \"You learned it?\"", "took over. Anyhow, Gus is mighty proud of them, although at times they\n sure run him ragged. First year they almost drove him loopy trying to\n figure out what kind of game they were playing.\"", "Meek gulped and nodded. \"Dead reckoning,\" he said.", "\"That's right,\" said Gus, \"and I'm fixing to go over into Thirty-seven\n and yank Bud up by the roots.\"", "\"Oh, them,\" said the mechanic. \"They belong to Gus Hamilton. Maybe\n belong ain't the right word because they were on the rock before Gus", "Miss Perkins gasped. \"Why, I'm sure they wouldn't!\"\n\n\n \"Of course we wouldn't,\" declared Gus, solemn as an owl.", "\"Space polo,\" declared Meek, \"is a noble game. It requires expert\n piloting, a fine sense of timing and....\"\n\n\n \"There, you see!\" whooped Gus, triumphantly.", "\"Stranger,\" declared the mechanic, solemnly, \"there ain't nothing\n about them bugs that make sense. Gus' rock is the only one they're on." ], [ "\"Really I'm not,\" said Meek. \"I haven't done much piloting, you see. Up\n until just a while ago, I never had left Earth. Bookkeeper for Lunar\n Exports.\"", "Meek stamped his feet gratefully, pleased at feeling Earth gravity\n under him again. He lifted the hinged helmet of his suit back on his\n shoulders.", "practically no gravity, a man had to be an expert to handle them. Meek\n knew now he was no expert. A half-dozen dents in his space armor was\n ample proof of that.", "\"Like dewdrops in the black of space,\" Meek mumbled to himself. But he\n immediately felt ashamed of himself for growing poetic. This sector of", "\"Space polo,\" declared Meek, \"is a noble game. It requires expert\n piloting, a fine sense of timing and....\"\n\n\n \"There, you see!\" whooped Gus, triumphantly.", "Ring go out into space to play that most dangerous of all sports, space\n polo. For the outcome of that game will decide, forever, the supremacy\n of one of the two sectors.\"", "Meek gulped. He could imagine what stilt walking would be like in a\n place where gravity was no more than the faintest whisper.\nIII", "The mechanic glowed with sudden admiration. \"I don't know who you are,\n mister,\" he declared, \"but whoever you are, you're the best damn pilot\n that ever took to space.\"", "The other stilt went, then, and Meek found himself floating slowly\n downward, gravity weak but inexorable. His struggle to retain his", "\"But they're going to play it. The men who ride those bucking rocks\n that make up the Inner Ring will go out into space in their rickety", "Comfortably braced against the upjutting of stone, Meek dug into the\n pouch of his space gear, brought out a notebook and stylus. Flipping\n the pages, he stared, frowning, at the diagrams that covered them.", "The whole thing was squirrely. But, Meek told himself, it fitted in.\n The whole Saturnian system was wacky. The rings, for example. Debris of", "to death heading for a spaceship. Got so I had to move over to another\n rock to live. Tried to fight it out with them, but they whipped me pure", "Meek cleared his throat uneasily. \"I'm afraid it's more than a\n puncture. A pebble got into the instruments. Washed out some of them.\"", "space, he knew, was not in the least poetic. It was hard and savage and\n as he thought about that, he hitched up his gun belt and struck out", "Dazedly, the mechanic took off his greasy cap, laid it carefully on the\n desk, reached out for a spacesuit that hung from a wall hook.", "Meek stiffened and the stylus floated out of his hand, settled softly\n on the rock below.\n\n\n A mathematical problem!\n\n\n His breath gurgled in his throat.", "Fumbling desperately, he snapped on the rocket motor of his suit, shot\n out into space, heading for the rock where the lights from the ports of\n Hamilton's shack blinked with the weaving of the rock.", "be-whiskered roamer of the outer orbits. Meek's hair was white and\n stuck out in uncombed tufts in a dozen directions. His skin was pale.", "His blue eyes looked watery behind the thick lenses that rode his nose.\n Even the bulky spacesuit failed to hide his stooped shoulders and\n slight frame." ], [ "The slab of rock was no more than five miles across, perhaps even\n less. Here in its approximate center, were two buildings, both of", "\"Stranger,\" declared the mechanic, solemnly, \"there ain't nothing\n about them bugs that make sense. Gus' rock is the only one they're on.", "\"Yeah. Wooden stilts. Them danged fool bugs don't know what wood is.\n Seem to be scared of it, sort of. You can walk right among them if you", "Something scurried across the face of his helmet and he lifted his hand\n before him. It was covered with the bugs.", "\"Well, a spacesuit's metal and....\"\n\n\n \"Got that all fixed up,\" said Gus. \"You come back with me and I'll let\n you have a pair of stilts.\"", "The bugs had dug a new set of holes, much after the manner of a Chinese\n checker board, and now were settling down into their respective places\n preparatory to the start of another game.", "\"There's something in what she says,\" defended Moe. \"You ring-rats been\n ripping up space for a long time now. Time you growed up and settled", "\"He means your rock bugs,\" Moe explained, hastily.\n\n\n \"Oh, them,\" said Gus.", "indicated by a fairly sizeable dot, but that was merely a matter of\n comparison. Out Saturn-way even the tiniest outpost assumes importance\n far beyond its size.", "\"Got him,\" yelped Meek, scooping the shining mote up in his hand.\n\n\n Gus inched the lid of the wooden box open. Meek rose and popped the bug\n inside.", "Crawling clumsily, the tiny insect-like creatures moved about, solemnly\n popping in and out of holes.", "\"But they're going to play it. The men who ride those bucking rocks\n that make up the Inner Ring will go out into space in their rickety", "distance, at the same time served Man. For here, on the Inner Ring,\n where they had become so diluted that ordinary space armor filtered\n them out, they made possible the medical magic of the famous radiation", "to death heading for a spaceship. Got so I had to move over to another\n rock to live. Tried to fight it out with them, but they whipped me pure", "The inner door of the entrance lock grated open and a spacesuited\n figure limped into the room. The spacesuit visor snapped up and a brush\n of grey whiskers spouted into view.\n\n\n It was Gus Hamilton.", "it crossed space somehow and was captured by Saturn, sucked into the\n Ring. That would explain why it's the only one that has the bugs. They\n come along with it, see.\"", "into solid metal and pull the hole in after them, seems like. Sneakiest\n cusses in the whole dang system. Just like chiggers back on Earth.\"", "Ring go out into space to play that most dangerous of all sports, space\n polo. For the outcome of that game will decide, forever, the supremacy\n of one of the two sectors.\"", "practically no gravity, a man had to be an expert to handle them. Meek\n knew now he was no expert. A half-dozen dents in his space armor was\n ample proof of that.", "His blue eyes looked watery behind the thick lenses that rode his nose.\n Even the bulky spacesuit failed to hide his stooped shoulders and\n slight frame." ], [ "\"You shut your trap,\" snapped Gus. \"She wants us to play games, don't\n she. Well, polo is a game. A nice, respectable game. Played in the best\n society.\"", "Ring go out into space to play that most dangerous of all sports, space\n polo. For the outcome of that game will decide, forever, the supremacy\n of one of the two sectors.\"", "\"Space polo,\" declared Meek, \"is a noble game. It requires expert\n piloting, a fine sense of timing and....\"\n\n\n \"There, you see!\" whooped Gus, triumphantly.", "men have never played polo before. Few if any of them have even seen a\n game. There may have been some of them who didn't, at first, know what\n it was.", "\"And that ain't all,\" said Moe, warming to the subject. \"Those crates\n you guys got wouldn't last out the first chukker. Most of them would", "Miss Perkins beamed. \"What game is it, Mr. Hamilton?\"\n\n\n \"Space polo,\" said Gus.", "\"All we want to know,\" Gus told him, \"is what you think of space polo.\"", "by enlisting his aid. And now, he was a drafted\n\n space-polo player—a fortune bet on his ability\n\n at a game he had never played in his cloistered life.", "ships and fight it out. And ladies and gentlemen, when I say fight it\n out, I really mean fight it out. For the game, it seems, will be a sort", "out the game. Apparently, in each case, the game had been finished.\n Which, Meek knew, should have meant that some solution had been\n reached, some point won, some advantage gained.", "\"The sporting event, ladies and gentlemen, that is being talked up and\n down the streets of Earth tonight, is one that will be played here", "in our own Saturnian system. A space polo game. To be played by two\n unknown, pick-up, amateur teams down in the Inner Ring. Most of the", "\"Games, eh?\" said Gus. \"Maybe you got something, after all. Maybe we\n could fix up some kind of game....\"", "\"It wouldn't be no nice, respectable game the way you fellows would\n play it,\" predicted Moe. \"It would turn into mass murder. Wouldn't be", "took over. Anyhow, Gus is mighty proud of them, although at times they\n sure run him ragged. First year they almost drove him loopy trying to\n figure out what kind of game they were playing.\"", "Mr. Meek Plays Polo\nBy CLIFFORD D. SIMAK\nMr. Meek was having his troubles. First, the\neducated\nbugs worried him; then the\n\n welfare worker tried to stop the Ring Rats' feud", "sides and play for hours. About the time Gus would think he had it\n figured out, they'd change the rules and throw him off again.\"", "He shook his head dolefully. \"This here Ring ain't ever going to be\n the same again. If we don't watch out, we'll find ourselves being\n polite to one another.\"", "denied. \"Dang it, you must think I ain't got no sportsmanship at all. I\n was thinking of a real sport. A game they play back on Earth and Mars.", "\"But they're going to play it. The men who ride those bucking rocks\n that make up the Inner Ring will go out into space in their rickety" ], [ "Miss Perkins beamed. \"What game is it, Mr. Hamilton?\"\n\n\n \"Space polo,\" said Gus.", "\"You shut your trap,\" snapped Gus. \"She wants us to play games, don't\n she. Well, polo is a game. A nice, respectable game. Played in the best\n society.\"", "\"Like what?\" asked Moe, fearing the worst.\n\n\n \"Athletic events,\" said Miss Perkins.", "\"Why, how wonderful,\" simpered Miss Perkins. \"And you boys have the\n spaceships to play it with.\"", "\"But,\" protested Meek, \"but ... but.\"\n\n\n \"Oh, Mr. Hamilton,\" exulted Miss Perkins, \"you are so wonderful. You\n think of everything.\"", "fifty paces, it's out. Miss Perkins won't stand for anything like that.\"\nGus wiped his whiskers and looked hurt. \"Nothing of the sort,\" he", "Gus took another drink, glowering at Miss Perkins.\n\n\n \"So the government sent you out to make us respectable,\" he said.", "men have never played polo before. Few if any of them have even seen a\n game. There may have been some of them who didn't, at first, know what\n it was.", "\"Space polo,\" declared Meek, \"is a noble game. It requires expert\n piloting, a fine sense of timing and....\"\n\n\n \"There, you see!\" whooped Gus, triumphantly.", "Miss Perkins gasped. \"Why, I'm sure they wouldn't!\"\n\n\n \"Of course we wouldn't,\" declared Gus, solemn as an owl.", "Ring go out into space to play that most dangerous of all sports, space\n polo. For the outcome of that game will decide, forever, the supremacy\n of one of the two sectors.\"", "He took a jolt of liquor. \"Yes, sir, I sure aim to crucify him.\"\n\n\n His eyes lighted on Miss Henrietta Perkins.\n\n\n \"Visitor?\" he asked.", "Moe looked alarmed. \"Miss Perkins,\" he warned, \"don't let him talk you\n into it.\"", "by enlisting his aid. And now, he was a drafted\n\n space-polo player—a fortune bet on his ability\n\n at a game he had never played in his cloistered life.", "Mr. Meek Plays Polo\nBy CLIFFORD D. SIMAK\nMr. Meek was having his troubles. First, the\neducated\nbugs worried him; then the\n\n welfare worker tried to stop the Ring Rats' feud", "took over. Anyhow, Gus is mighty proud of them, although at times they\n sure run him ragged. First year they almost drove him loopy trying to\n figure out what kind of game they were playing.\"", "\"And that ain't all,\" said Moe, warming to the subject. \"Those crates\n you guys got wouldn't last out the first chukker. Most of them would", "\"Games, eh?\" said Gus. \"Maybe you got something, after all. Maybe we\n could fix up some kind of game....\"", "\"Tin shinny, maybe,\" suggested Moe, trying to be sarcastic.\n\n\n She missed the sarcasm. \"Or spelling contests,\" she said.", "\"Merely to help you, Mr. Hamilton,\" she declared. \"To turn your hatreds\n into healthy competition.\"" ], [ "Ring go out into space to play that most dangerous of all sports, space\n polo. For the outcome of that game will decide, forever, the supremacy\n of one of the two sectors.\"", "\"Space polo,\" declared Meek, \"is a noble game. It requires expert\n piloting, a fine sense of timing and....\"\n\n\n \"There, you see!\" whooped Gus, triumphantly.", "Miss Perkins beamed. \"What game is it, Mr. Hamilton?\"\n\n\n \"Space polo,\" said Gus.", "\"All we want to know,\" Gus told him, \"is what you think of space polo.\"", "in our own Saturnian system. A space polo game. To be played by two\n unknown, pick-up, amateur teams down in the Inner Ring. Most of the", "\"But they're going to play it. The men who ride those bucking rocks\n that make up the Inner Ring will go out into space in their rickety", "by enlisting his aid. And now, he was a drafted\n\n space-polo player—a fortune bet on his ability\n\n at a game he had never played in his cloistered life.", "Mr. Meek Plays Polo\nBy CLIFFORD D. SIMAK\nMr. Meek was having his troubles. First, the\neducated\nbugs worried him; then the\n\n welfare worker tried to stop the Ring Rats' feud", "The bugs had dug a new set of holes, much after the manner of a Chinese\n checker board, and now were settling down into their respective places\n preparatory to the start of another game.", "\"You shut your trap,\" snapped Gus. \"She wants us to play games, don't\n she. Well, polo is a game. A nice, respectable game. Played in the best\n society.\"", "\"The sporting event, ladies and gentlemen, that is being talked up and\n down the streets of Earth tonight, is one that will be played here", "\"You're prejudiced,\" Gus told Moe. \"You just don't like space polo,", "Meek shrugged his shoulders, almost upsetting himself.\nThe bugs had started the game and Meek craned forward cautiously,\n watching eagerly, stylus poised above the notebook.", "just naturally fall apart the first sharp turn they made. You can't\n play polo in ships tied up with haywire. Those broomsticks you", "men have never played polo before. Few if any of them have even seen a\n game. There may have been some of them who didn't, at first, know what\n it was.", "ships and fight it out. And ladies and gentlemen, when I say fight it\n out, I really mean fight it out. For the game, it seems, will be a sort", "\"Why, how wonderful,\" simpered Miss Perkins. \"And you boys have the\n spaceships to play it with.\"", "\"And that ain't all,\" said Moe, warming to the subject. \"Those crates\n you guys got wouldn't last out the first chukker. Most of them would", "it crossed space somehow and was captured by Saturn, sucked into the\n Ring. That would explain why it's the only one that has the bugs. They\n come along with it, see.\"", "\"Sure, game. Like checkers. Only it ain't. Not chess, neither. Even\n worse than that. Bugs dig themselves a batch of holes, then choose up" ], [ "\"It happens to the best of them,\" the mechanic consoled. \"Saturn sweeps\n in clouds of the stuff. Thicker than hell when you reach the Rings.", "The whole thing was squirrely. But, Meek told himself, it fitted in.\n The whole Saturnian system was wacky. The rings, for example. Debris of", "indicated by a fairly sizeable dot, but that was merely a matter of\n comparison. Out Saturn-way even the tiniest outpost assumes importance\n far beyond its size.", "Behind him Saturn filled a tenth of the sky, a yellow, lemon-tinged\n ball, streaked here and there with faint crimson lines and blotched\n with angry, bright green patches.", "Saturn itself, for that matter. A planet that kept Man at bay with\n deadly radiations. But radiations that, while they kept Man at a", "in our own Saturnian system. A space polo game. To be played by two\n unknown, pick-up, amateur teams down in the Inner Ring. Most of the", "One of the buildings was the repair shop which the sign advertised.\n The other, according to the crudely painted legend smeared above its\n entrance lock, was the\nSaturn Inn\n.", "it crossed space somehow and was captured by Saturn, sucked into the\n Ring. That would explain why it's the only one that has the bugs. They\n come along with it, see.\"", "\"There's something in what she says,\" defended Moe. \"You ring-rats been\n ripping up space for a long time now. Time you growed up and settled", "\"But they're going to play it. The men who ride those bucking rocks\n that make up the Inner Ring will go out into space in their rickety", "\"Really I'm not,\" said Meek. \"I haven't done much piloting, you see. Up\n until just a while ago, I never had left Earth. Bookkeeper for Lunar\n Exports.\"", "Moe, bartender at Saturn Inn, leaned his elbow on the bar and braced\n his chin in an outspread palm. His face wore a melancholy, hang-dog", "Meek gulped. He could imagine what stilt walking would be like in a\n place where gravity was no more than the faintest whisper.\nIII", "\"Sure, from a book. I saved my money and I studied. I always wanted to\n see the Solar System and here I am.\"", "The slab of rock was no more than five miles across, perhaps even\n less. Here in its approximate center, were two buildings, both of", "The radio on the mantel blared a warning signal, automatically tuning\n in on one of the regular newscasts from Titan City out on Saturn's\n biggest moon.", "Ring go out into space to play that most dangerous of all sports, space\n polo. For the outcome of that game will decide, forever, the supremacy\n of one of the two sectors.\"", "To right and left glinted the whirling, twisting, tumbling rocks that\n made up the Inner Ring, while arcing above the horizon opposed to\n Saturn were the spangled glistening rainbows of the other rings.", "\"Afraid this job might take a while,\" he said. \"Especially if we have\n to wait for parts. Have to get them in from Titan City. Why don't you", "\"Well, a spacesuit's metal and....\"\n\n\n \"Got that all fixed up,\" said Gus. \"You come back with me and I'll let\n you have a pair of stilts.\"" ] ]

[ "What was the highest priority of the Doctors while treating His Eminence?", "What were the specialties of the Red and Green Doctors, respectively?", "Which planets do the physicians visit during the events of the story?", "Why is it risky for a planet to receive services when they are not under contract with Hospital Earth?", "How many people die during the events of the story?", "How many planets have medical service contracts with Earth?", "What were some of the treatments the Doctors tried on His Eminence?", "How did Earth come to be the hospital planet?", "What did the class of planet Morua II matter to the story line?" ]

[ [ "Learning about his ailment so they could cure it elsewhere in the galaxy", "Sparing their own lives", "Fulfilling their hippocratic oath to do no harm to His Eminence", "Convincing His Eminence to sign a contract with Hospital Earth" ], [ "Blood, Brain", "Unknown", "Heart, Digestive", "Blood, Respiratory" ], [ "Morua II", "Deneb III", "Lancet", "Morua II and Deneb III" ], [ "Hospital Earth may come to collect collateral for their services, which has been known to start war", "The physicians are known to be brutal and sometimes kill patients from planets that aren’t under contract", "The cost may be extremely expensive for emergency services outside of the contract, taking centuries to repay", "Their biology is not understood well, and mistakes can be made" ], [ "Two", "One", "Three", "Zero" ], [ "Over one hundred", "About fifty", "One", "Unknown" ], [ "Oral medicine, cold bath", "Intravenous fluids, oral medicine", "Intravenous fluids, stomach pump", "Lighting colorful torches, pounding mortar and pestle" ], [ "Earth had the most liquid water to be incorporated into medical treatments", "Earth was the site of a previous wartime hospital, and due to that experience they became known as the hospital planet", "As interplanetary transit developed, planets specialized", "Earth’s atmosphere has a unique ability to soothe many types of illnesses when patients from other planets are brought to Earth Hospital" ], [ "They were not under contract with Earth, but could be persuaded", "It meant the Doctors knew it was a place they should not treat any patients due to their lack of knowledge with their kind", "It meant the Doctors had the option to refuse their call for hospital services", "They got a priority position in the emergency queue due to their planet’s class" ] ]

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[ [ "high. \"You've done well!\" he cried to the bewildered physician. \"It's\n over now—the Spirit has departed. His Eminence will recover.\"", "In the sickroom His Eminence was drenched with sweat, his face\n glistening in the light of the bunsen burners. He rolled from side to", "\"So am I,\" said the Green Doctor suspiciously.\n\n\n \"It was simple. We cured His Eminence of the Pox.\"\n\n\n \"With what? Incantations?\"", "the patient's mouth. His Eminence rose up with a gasp, choking and\n fighting, but the tube went down. The Red Doctor ground three white", "involves fever, starvation and dehydration. I knew that His Eminence\n could assimilate carbohydrates, and I took a long gamble that an", "headache. And tell those people outside to stop the racket. How can\n they expect the Spirit of the Pox to come out of His Eminence when\n they're raising a din like that?\"", "Aguar halted them at the door-way. \"His Eminence will see you,\" he\n growled.\n\n\n \"Who is His Eminence?\" Jenkins asked.", "at the foot of the bed and beat His Eminence steadily for one hour out\n of four, with new rawhide. When His Eminence protested this, we were", "His Eminence looked up at them from bloodshot eyes and greeted them\n with a groan of anguish that seemed to roll up from the soles of his", "The room was deathly still except for a heavy snuffling sound from His\n Eminence and the plink-plink of the pestle on the mortar. The flask of", "cure the Boss here.\" Solemnly he slipped off his scarlet tunic and cap\n and laid them on a bench, then set his black bag carefully on the floor", "\"Not quite,\" said the Red Doctor. \"You're forgetting that I had\n one other prescription to use—the oldest, most trustworthy", "ills, arranging for proper disposition of whatever medical problems\n they came across. Serious problems were shuttled back to Hospital Earth\n without delay; more frequently the GPP crews—doctors of the Red and", "\"He is afflicted with a Pox, as any fool can see. All others it\n kills—but His Eminence is the Tenth Son of a Tenth Son, and it is\n written—\"", "Aguar's paw came down with a clatter on the hilt of his sword. \"\nHe\n does not die.\nWe have you here now. You are doctors, you say. Cure\n him.\"", "three other Moruan physicians with their retinues of apprentices. Sam\n Jenkins held up his hand for silence. He allowed the first intravenous\n flask to pour in rapidly; the second he adjusted to a steady", "in bewilderment. \"You're going to kill him,\" he moaned. \"Prayers,\n promises, pills and post-mortems. That's the Medical service for you.\"", "suddenly His Eminence opened bleary eyes, stared about him, let out a\n monumental groan and buried his head in the blankets. In two minutes", "\"Bother the Contract,\" the Moruan snarled. \"You're supposed to be\n physicians, eh?\" He eyed them up and down as though he disapproved of\n everything that he saw. \"You make sick people well?\"", "Jenkins winced as the accounting of cabalistic clap-trap continued. His\n Eminence, he reflected, must have had the constitution of an ox. He" ], [ "\"Not quite,\" said the Red Doctor. \"You're forgetting that I had\n one other prescription to use—the oldest, most trustworthy", "\"So am I,\" said the Green Doctor suspiciously.\n\n\n \"It was simple. We cured His Eminence of the Pox.\"\n\n\n \"With what? Incantations?\"", "ills, arranging for proper disposition of whatever medical problems\n they came across. Serious problems were shuttled back to Hospital Earth\n without delay; more frequently the GPP crews—doctors of the Red and", "Kiz began sputtering indignantly; the Red Doctor cut him off. \"It\n adds up,\" he said heatedly. \"You've got the power, you've got your", "The Red Doctor blinked at his companion, then turned to Aguar. \"What\n illness is this?\" he whispered.", "Green services, representing the ancient Earthly arts of medicine and\n surgery—were able to handle the problems on the spot and by themselves.", "The whispers stopped and Kiz nodded to the Red Doctor. \"All right, we\n bargain,\" he said. \"\nAfter\nyou show us.\"", "each other like long-lost brothers at a sad farewell. \"I finally got\n through to somebody at HQ,\" he said as the Red Doctor climbed aboard.", "\"Oh, the incantations were for the\ndoctors\n,\" said Jenkins. \"They", "of parchment, stricken through with the colors of the seven Medical\n Services of Hospital Earth. \"Take a look, my boy—the juiciest Medical\n Services Contract that's been written in three centuries—\" He tossed", "the patient's mouth. His Eminence rose up with a gasp, choking and\n fighting, but the tube went down. The Red Doctor ground three white", "\"Might not be such a bad idea for Morua,\" the Red Doctor muttered\n grimly. \"Well, what did you expect me to do—politely refuse? And", "cure the Boss here.\" Solemnly he slipped off his scarlet tunic and cap\n and laid them on a bench, then set his black bag carefully on the floor", "\"Bother the Contract,\" the Moruan snarled. \"You're supposed to be\n physicians, eh?\" He eyed them up and down as though he disapproved of\n everything that he saw. \"You make sick people well?\"", "had been thrown. As a couple of cowering guards crept in to remove the\n braziers, Red Doctor Jenkins drew the wizard aside.", "meant Top Grade Planetary Emergency, and don't argue about it, fellows,\n just get there, fast. Red Doctor Sam Jenkins took one look at the", "The surgeon in the green undershorts chewed his lip. \"Looks like\n somebody in that last crew spilled the beans before they shot him.\"\n\n\n \"Obviously.\"", "up her little black bag and go home.\" He smiled into the mirror as he\n adjusted the scarlet band of the Red Service across his shoulders. \"We\n call it Tincture of Time,\" he said.", "cure all, the stories say. You are very wise, they say. You balance\n the humors and drive forth the spirits of the Pox like devils.\" He", "Ten minutes later the Red Doctor reached for the results of the Initial\n Information Survey on Morua II, and let out a howl of alarm. A single\n card sat in the slot with a wide black stripe across it." ], [ "ills, arranging for proper disposition of whatever medical problems\n they came across. Serious problems were shuttled back to Hospital Earth\n without delay; more frequently the GPP crews—doctors of the Red and", "another, whether they had planned it that way or not. On Deneb III\n the Medical Service Contract was formalized, and Hospital Earth came\n into being. Into all known corners of the galaxy ships of the General", "meant Top Grade Planetary Emergency, and don't argue about it, fellows,\n just get there, fast. Red Doctor Sam Jenkins took one look at the", "In the early days of galactic exploration, of course, Medical Services\n was only a minor factor in an expanding commercial network that drew", "transport, and in production techniques—but Earth stood unrivaled in\n its development of the biological sciences. Wherever an Earth ship\n landed, the crew was soon rendering Medical Services of one sort or", "multitudes of planets into social and economic interdependence; but\n in any growing civilization division of labor inevitably occurs.\n Other planets outstripped Earth in technology, in communications, in", "The\nLancet\nhomed on the dismal grey planet with an escort of eight", "Contract had been signed with Deneb III centuries before, Hospital\n Earth had laboriously built its reputation on that single foundation\n stone: immediate medical assistance, without question or hesitation,", "Practice Patrol were dispatched—\"Galactic Pill Peddlers\" forging a\n chain of Contracts from Aldebaran to Zarn, accepting calls, diagnosing", "bodily. The last time an Earth ship landed there half the crew was\n summarily shot and the others came home with their ears cut off. Seems\n the folks on Morua II didn't want a Contract with Hospital Earth. And", "whenever and wherever it was required, on any planet bound by Contract.\n That was the law, for Hospital Earth could not afford to jeopardize a\n Contract.", "\"Bother the Contract,\" the Moruan snarled. \"You're supposed to be\n physicians, eh?\" He eyed them up and down as though he disapproved of\n everything that he saw. \"You make sick people well?\"", "It was a rugged service for a single planet to provide, and it was\n costly. Many planets studied the terms of Contract and declined,", "doctor from Sol III. Anatomy was a broad determinant: a jelly-blob from\n Deneb I with its fine skein of pulsating nerve fibrils was still just", "of parchment, stricken through with the colors of the seven Medical\n Services of Hospital Earth. \"Take a look, my boy—the juiciest Medical\n Services Contract that's been written in three centuries—\" He tossed", "Ten minutes later the Red Doctor reached for the results of the Initial\n Information Survey on Morua II, and let out a howl of alarm. A single\n card sat in the slot with a wide black stripe across it.", "A moment later a tall sleepy man in green undershorts appeared at\n the control room, rubbing his eyes. \"What happened?\" he said. \"We've\n changed course.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah. Ever hear of Morua II?\"", "\"What kind of freedom?\"\n\n\n \"We'll need supplies and information from our ship. We'll have to\n consult your physicians. We'll need healthy Moruans to examine—\"", "three other Moruan physicians with their retinues of apprentices. Sam\n Jenkins held up his hand for silence. He allowed the first intravenous\n flask to pour in rapidly; the second he adjusted to a steady", "\"Now or never.\" Jenkins threw open the door and nodded to the guards.\n \"I'll be in the sickroom in a very short while. If you're with me, I'll" ], [ "whenever and wherever it was required, on any planet bound by Contract.\n That was the law, for Hospital Earth could not afford to jeopardize a\n Contract.", "It was a rugged service for a single planet to provide, and it was\n costly. Many planets studied the terms of Contract and declined,", "another, whether they had planned it that way or not. On Deneb III\n the Medical Service Contract was formalized, and Hospital Earth came\n into being. Into all known corners of the galaxy ships of the General", "Contract had been signed with Deneb III centuries before, Hospital\n Earth had laboriously built its reputation on that single foundation\n stone: immediate medical assistance, without question or hesitation,", "bodily. The last time an Earth ship landed there half the crew was\n summarily shot and the others came home with their ears cut off. Seems\n the folks on Morua II didn't want a Contract with Hospital Earth. And", "In the early days of galactic exploration, of course, Medical Services\n was only a minor factor in an expanding commercial network that drew", "ills, arranging for proper disposition of whatever medical problems\n they came across. Serious problems were shuttled back to Hospital Earth\n without delay; more frequently the GPP crews—doctors of the Red and", "of parchment, stricken through with the colors of the seven Medical\n Services of Hospital Earth. \"Take a look, my boy—the juiciest Medical\n Services Contract that's been written in three centuries—\" He tossed", "magic and all. Maybe you were the boys that turned thumbs down so\n violently on the idea of a Hospital Earth Contract, eh? Couldn't risk\n having outsiders cutting in on your trade.\" Jenkins rubbed his chin", "transport, and in production techniques—but Earth stood unrivaled in\n its development of the biological sciences. Wherever an Earth ship\n landed, the crew was soon rendering Medical Services of one sort or", "They dug in frantically. Under normal conditions a GPP ship would\n send in a full crew of technicians to a newly-Contracted planet to", "\"It'll take them twenty days at least, to get help, considering that\n Morua is not a Contract planet and we're not supposed to be here in the", "Jenkins twisted down the volume on his Translator with a grimace.\n \"You're lucky we came at all,\" he said peevishly. \"Where's your\n Contract? Where did you get the Code?\"", "Practice Patrol were dispatched—\"Galactic Pill Peddlers\" forging a\n chain of Contracts from Aldebaran to Zarn, accepting calls, diagnosing", "meant Top Grade Planetary Emergency, and don't argue about it, fellows,\n just get there, fast. Red Doctor Sam Jenkins took one look at the", "touch\nhim. If\n he didn't die naturally we'd kill him for sure! We can't go near him\n without a Bio-survey—look what happened on Baron when they tried it!", "\"Bother the Contract,\" the Moruan snarled. \"You're supposed to be\n physicians, eh?\" He eyed them up and down as though he disapproved of\n everything that he saw. \"You make sick people well?\"", "multitudes of planets into social and economic interdependence; but\n in any growing civilization division of labor inevitably occurs.\n Other planets outstripped Earth in technology, in communications, in", "Ten minutes later the Red Doctor reached for the results of the Initial\n Information Survey on Morua II, and let out a howl of alarm. A single\n card sat in the slot with a wide black stripe across it.", "expected them, obviously, since that was the only level of medicine\n they could understand. And incidentally, the only level that could\n possibly get us a Contract. Anyway, I couldn't do very much else, under" ], [ "They were herded into the car with three guards in front and three\n behind. A tunnel gulped them into darkness as the car careened madly", "\"Yes, yes, I know. He can never die.\" Sam gave Wally a sour look. \"What\n happens, though, if he just up and does?\"", "\"He is afflicted with a Pox, as any fool can see. All others it\n kills—but His Eminence is the Tenth Son of a Tenth Son, and it is\n written—\"", "More whispers. Wally Stone tugged at Sam's sleeve. \"What do you think\n you're doing?\" he choked. \"These boys will cut your throat quicker than\n Aguar will—\"", "Aguar met him at the door. \"He's dying,\" he roared angrily. \"Why don't", "They walked to the bedside and lifted back the covers. Jenkins took a\n limp paw in his hand. He finally found a palpable pulse just below the", "have our throats slit right on the spot?\" He grabbed a pad and began\n scribbling. \"We've got to do\nsomething\njust to keep alive for a", "\"First we brewed witches' root for seven hours and poured it over his\n belly. When the Pox appeared in spite of this we lit three red candles", "\"Now or never.\" Jenkins threw open the door and nodded to the guards.\n \"I'll be in the sickroom in a very short while. If you're with me, I'll", "rumbled. \"He is the Tenth Son of a Tenth Son, and it is written that he\n can never die. When you enter, bow,\" he added.", "involves fever, starvation and dehydration. I knew that His Eminence\n could assimilate carbohydrates, and I took a long gamble that an", "With that he tiptoed from the room. Four murderous-looking guards\n caught Aguar's eye and followed him out, swords bared. Jenkins sank", "Kiz began sputtering indignantly; the Red Doctor cut him off. \"It\n adds up,\" he said heatedly. \"You've got the power, you've got your", "in bewilderment. \"You're going to kill him,\" he moaned. \"Prayers,\n promises, pills and post-mortems. That's the Medical service for you.\"", "touch\nhim. If\n he didn't die naturally we'd kill him for sure! We can't go near him\n without a Bio-survey—look what happened on Baron when they tried it!", "The surgeon in the green undershorts chewed his lip. \"Looks like\n somebody in that last crew spilled the beans before they shot him.\"\n\n\n \"Obviously.\"", "Aguar's eyes widened for a moment as he hesitated; then he threw open\n the door and screamed a command. The wailing stopped as though a switch", "purple stuff gurgled quietly. An hour passed, and another. Suddenly\n Jenkins motioned to Kiz. \"His pulse—quickly!\"", "\"Oh, yes—if the Spirit that afflicts them is very small. Those are\n the fortunate ones. They grow hot and sick, but they still can eat", "Aguar let out a horrified scream and raced from the room; in a moment\n he was back with a detachment of guards, all armed to the teeth, and" ], [ "another, whether they had planned it that way or not. On Deneb III\n the Medical Service Contract was formalized, and Hospital Earth came\n into being. Into all known corners of the galaxy ships of the General", "In the early days of galactic exploration, of course, Medical Services\n was only a minor factor in an expanding commercial network that drew", "Contract had been signed with Deneb III centuries before, Hospital\n Earth had laboriously built its reputation on that single foundation\n stone: immediate medical assistance, without question or hesitation,", "It was a rugged service for a single planet to provide, and it was\n costly. Many planets studied the terms of Contract and declined,", "whenever and wherever it was required, on any planet bound by Contract.\n That was the law, for Hospital Earth could not afford to jeopardize a\n Contract.", "transport, and in production techniques—but Earth stood unrivaled in\n its development of the biological sciences. Wherever an Earth ship\n landed, the crew was soon rendering Medical Services of one sort or", "ills, arranging for proper disposition of whatever medical problems\n they came across. Serious problems were shuttled back to Hospital Earth\n without delay; more frequently the GPP crews—doctors of the Red and", "of parchment, stricken through with the colors of the seven Medical\n Services of Hospital Earth. \"Take a look, my boy—the juiciest Medical\n Services Contract that's been written in three centuries—\" He tossed", "bodily. The last time an Earth ship landed there half the crew was\n summarily shot and the others came home with their ears cut off. Seems\n the folks on Morua II didn't want a Contract with Hospital Earth. And", "Practice Patrol were dispatched—\"Galactic Pill Peddlers\" forging a\n chain of Contracts from Aldebaran to Zarn, accepting calls, diagnosing", "multitudes of planets into social and economic interdependence; but\n in any growing civilization division of labor inevitably occurs.\n Other planets outstripped Earth in technology, in communications, in", "They dug in frantically. Under normal conditions a GPP ship would\n send in a full crew of technicians to a newly-Contracted planet to", "The\nLancet\nhomed on the dismal grey planet with an escort of eight", "magic and all. Maybe you were the boys that turned thumbs down so\n violently on the idea of a Hospital Earth Contract, eh? Couldn't risk\n having outsiders cutting in on your trade.\" Jenkins rubbed his chin", "meant Top Grade Planetary Emergency, and don't argue about it, fellows,\n just get there, fast. Red Doctor Sam Jenkins took one look at the", "\"It'll take them twenty days at least, to get help, considering that\n Morua is not a Contract planet and we're not supposed to be here in the", "Ten minutes later the Red Doctor reached for the results of the Initial\n Information Survey on Morua II, and let out a howl of alarm. A single\n card sat in the slot with a wide black stripe across it.", "\"Bother the Contract,\" the Moruan snarled. \"You're supposed to be\n physicians, eh?\" He eyed them up and down as though he disapproved of\n everything that he saw. \"You make sick people well?\"", "doctor from Sol III. Anatomy was a broad determinant: a jelly-blob from\n Deneb I with its fine skein of pulsating nerve fibrils was still just", "expected them, obviously, since that was the only level of medicine\n they could understand. And incidentally, the only level that could\n possibly get us a Contract. Anyway, I couldn't do very much else, under" ], [ "In the sickroom His Eminence was drenched with sweat, his face\n glistening in the light of the bunsen burners. He rolled from side to", "\"So am I,\" said the Green Doctor suspiciously.\n\n\n \"It was simple. We cured His Eminence of the Pox.\"\n\n\n \"With what? Incantations?\"", "the patient's mouth. His Eminence rose up with a gasp, choking and\n fighting, but the tube went down. The Red Doctor ground three white", "involves fever, starvation and dehydration. I knew that His Eminence\n could assimilate carbohydrates, and I took a long gamble that an", "at the foot of the bed and beat His Eminence steadily for one hour out\n of four, with new rawhide. When His Eminence protested this, we were", "high. \"You've done well!\" he cried to the bewildered physician. \"It's\n over now—the Spirit has departed. His Eminence will recover.\"", "Jenkins winced as the accounting of cabalistic clap-trap continued. His\n Eminence, he reflected, must have had the constitution of an ox. He", "His Eminence looked up at them from bloodshot eyes and greeted them\n with a groan of anguish that seemed to roll up from the soles of his", "The room was deathly still except for a heavy snuffling sound from His\n Eminence and the plink-plink of the pestle on the mortar. The flask of", "headache. And tell those people outside to stop the racket. How can\n they expect the Spirit of the Pox to come out of His Eminence when\n they're raising a din like that?\"", "Aguar halted them at the door-way. \"His Eminence will see you,\" he\n growled.\n\n\n \"Who is His Eminence?\" Jenkins asked.", "suddenly His Eminence opened bleary eyes, stared about him, let out a\n monumental groan and buried his head in the blankets. In two minutes", "\"Not quite,\" said the Red Doctor. \"You're forgetting that I had\n one other prescription to use—the oldest, most trustworthy", "\"He is afflicted with a Pox, as any fool can see. All others it\n kills—but His Eminence is the Tenth Son of a Tenth Son, and it is\n written—\"", "\"Looks like His Eminence can't read,\" Wally muttered. \"He's going fast,\n Doc.\"", "cure the Boss here.\" Solemnly he slipped off his scarlet tunic and cap\n and laid them on a bench, then set his black bag carefully on the floor", "\"Won't it, now! Well, we have iron\nneedles\nand potions that eat the\n bottoms out of their jars. Suppose\nthey\ndrive him out?\"", "in bewilderment. \"You're going to kill him,\" he moaned. \"Prayers,\n promises, pills and post-mortems. That's the Medical service for you.\"", "Jenkins turned to Aguar. \"How long has this gone on?\"\n\n\n \"For days,\" the Moruan growled. \"He can't speak. He grows hot and\n cannot eat. He moans until the Palace trembles.\"", "The Red Doctor blinked at his companion, then turned to Aguar. \"What\n illness is this?\" he whispered." ], [ "another, whether they had planned it that way or not. On Deneb III\n the Medical Service Contract was formalized, and Hospital Earth came\n into being. Into all known corners of the galaxy ships of the General", "whenever and wherever it was required, on any planet bound by Contract.\n That was the law, for Hospital Earth could not afford to jeopardize a\n Contract.", "Contract had been signed with Deneb III centuries before, Hospital\n Earth had laboriously built its reputation on that single foundation\n stone: immediate medical assistance, without question or hesitation,", "ills, arranging for proper disposition of whatever medical problems\n they came across. Serious problems were shuttled back to Hospital Earth\n without delay; more frequently the GPP crews—doctors of the Red and", "bodily. The last time an Earth ship landed there half the crew was\n summarily shot and the others came home with their ears cut off. Seems\n the folks on Morua II didn't want a Contract with Hospital Earth. And", "transport, and in production techniques—but Earth stood unrivaled in\n its development of the biological sciences. Wherever an Earth ship\n landed, the crew was soon rendering Medical Services of one sort or", "magic and all. Maybe you were the boys that turned thumbs down so\n violently on the idea of a Hospital Earth Contract, eh? Couldn't risk\n having outsiders cutting in on your trade.\" Jenkins rubbed his chin", "It was a rugged service for a single planet to provide, and it was\n costly. Many planets studied the terms of Contract and declined,", "In the early days of galactic exploration, of course, Medical Services\n was only a minor factor in an expanding commercial network that drew", "healer-of-all-ills known to medicine, just as potent now as it was a\n thousand years ago. Without it, Hospital Earth might just as well pack", "of parchment, stricken through with the colors of the seven Medical\n Services of Hospital Earth. \"Take a look, my boy—the juiciest Medical\n Services Contract that's been written in three centuries—\" He tossed", "meant Top Grade Planetary Emergency, and don't argue about it, fellows,\n just get there, fast. Red Doctor Sam Jenkins took one look at the", "multitudes of planets into social and economic interdependence; but\n in any growing civilization division of labor inevitably occurs.\n Other planets outstripped Earth in technology, in communications, in", "never die. Of course, it was up to the\n \nEarth doctor to see that he didn't!", "They dug in frantically. Under normal conditions a GPP ship would\n send in a full crew of technicians to a newly-Contracted planet to", "doctor from Sol III. Anatomy was a broad determinant: a jelly-blob from\n Deneb I with its fine skein of pulsating nerve fibrils was still just", "Ten minutes later the Red Doctor reached for the results of the Initial\n Information Survey on Morua II, and let out a howl of alarm. A single\n card sat in the slot with a wide black stripe across it.", "we're supposed to think. We answer the call, and beef about it later.\n If we still happen to be around later, that is.\"\nIt had always been that way. Since the first formal Medical Service", "A moment later a tall sleepy man in green undershorts appeared at\n the control room, rubbing his eyes. \"What happened?\" he said. \"We've\n changed course.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah. Ever hear of Morua II?\"", "The\nLancet\nhomed on the dismal grey planet with an escort of eight" ], [ "A moment later a tall sleepy man in green undershorts appeared at\n the control room, rubbing his eyes. \"What happened?\" he said. \"We've\n changed course.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah. Ever hear of Morua II?\"", "bodily. The last time an Earth ship landed there half the crew was\n summarily shot and the others came home with their ears cut off. Seems\n the folks on Morua II didn't want a Contract with Hospital Earth. And", "\"It'll take them twenty days at least, to get help, considering that\n Morua is not a Contract planet and we're not supposed to be here in the", "spun in its tracks, so to speak, and began homing on the\n call-source like a hound on a fox. The fact that Morua II was a Class", "other planets—places such as Morua II....", "It was a rugged service for a single planet to provide, and it was\n costly. Many planets studied the terms of Contract and declined,", "multitudes of planets into social and economic interdependence; but\n in any growing civilization division of labor inevitably occurs.\n Other planets outstripped Earth in technology, in communications, in", "Ten minutes later the Red Doctor reached for the results of the Initial\n Information Survey on Morua II, and let out a howl of alarm. A single\n card sat in the slot with a wide black stripe across it.", "\"Might not be such a bad idea for Morua,\" the Red Doctor muttered\n grimly. \"Well, what did you expect me to do—politely refuse? And", "The Moruan was visibly shaken. He held a whispered conference with his\n henchmen. \"You'll\nshow\nus these things?\" he asked suspiciously.", "\"The Lord High Emperor of All Morua and Creator of the Galaxies,\" Aguar", "entrance lock burst open with a squeal of tortured metal. At least a\n dozen Moruans poured into the control room—huge bearlike creatures\n with heavy grey fur ruffing out around their faces like thick hairy", "it. The call from Morua II came in quite innocently, relayed to the\n ship from HQ in Standard GPP Contract code for crash priority, which", "\"What kind of freedom?\"\n\n\n \"We'll need supplies and information from our ship. We'll have to\n consult your physicians. We'll need healthy Moruans to examine—\"", "doctor from Sol III. Anatomy was a broad determinant: a jelly-blob from\n Deneb I with its fine skein of pulsating nerve fibrils was still just", "another, whether they had planned it that way or not. On Deneb III\n the Medical Service Contract was formalized, and Hospital Earth came\n into being. Into all known corners of the galaxy ships of the General", "whenever and wherever it was required, on any planet bound by Contract.\n That was the law, for Hospital Earth could not afford to jeopardize a\n Contract.", "Jenkins nodded grimly. \"What does it look like to you?\"\n\n\n \"How should I know? I've never seen a healthy Moruan before, to say\n nothing of a sick one. It looks like a pox all right.\"", "qualities in common. Biochemical reactions were biochemical reactions,\n whether they happened to occur in a wing-creature of Wolf IV or a", "transport, and in production techniques—but Earth stood unrivaled in\n its development of the biological sciences. Wherever an Earth ship\n landed, the crew was soon rendering Medical Services of one sort or" ] ]

[ "Of the following options, which three traits best describe Ninon?", "What best describes the relationship between Ninon and Robert?", "Is there a romantic connection between Ninon and Robert?", "Of the following options, what best summarizes this story?", "Of the following options, which is not a technology used in this story?", "If Ninon hadn't had as many procedures, what would've happened?", "If Robert had refused to take Ninon with him, what would've most likely happened?", "What was the narrative purpose of the video that Ninon shows Robert?" ]

[ [ "focused, smart, and forgiving", "charismatic, beautiful, and kind", "desperate, omniscient, prepared", "eager, cunning, and desperate" ], [ "Neither character knows about or cares for the other too much.", "They're friends with benefits but each wants a more committed relationship with the other person.", "They're lifelong friends who care for each other.", "They become rivals who'll stop at nothing to ensure the other fails to accomplish their goal." ], [ "Yes. He cares dearly for her and spends his last night with her and she wants him because of the resources and access he can provide for her.", "Not really. Ninon sees him as a pawn to hijack the flight, and if Robert truly loved Ninon he probably wouldn't end up participating in the space travel.", "Somewhat. They both care for each other but in different ways, it's unclear if they would survive a long-term relationship given Robert's space travel.", "No. Robert only went to Ninon for sex before his takeoff, he wouldn't actually leave if he cared about Ninon's wellbeing." ], [ "A woman attempts to hijack the flight of an astronaut she's in love with so they can both stay young and beautiful together forever.", "A vain woman has a tough time accepting the natural aging process but eventually succeeds.", "A woman has a plan to reverse her aging process and the reader sees her follow through with it.", "A woman tries to benevolently prove that people can become younger through space travel." ], [ "Guns that cause people to disintegrate rapidly", "Guns that freeze people in time to prevent them from aging", "Cosmetic procedures to enhance youthfulness", "Long-distance space travel" ], [ "She would've dated somebody her age rather than Robert and would be happy anyway.", "She wouldn't have been able to hijack the flight because Robert wouldn't want to date someone as old as her.", "She would've looked older and probably would've felt more fulfilled.", "She wouldn't have been able to hijack the flight because her body would've been too old to take on the damage that space travel causes." ], [ "Robert would've sneakily gone by himself to the takeoff and ditched Ninon.", "Ninon would've shot and killed him because he'd become useless in her endeavors.", "Ninon would've held him at gunpoint or drugged him until they had successfully completed takeoff.", "Ninon would've talked him into it anyway because he's so dearly in love with her." ], [ "It was to show Ninon's love and dedication to Robert as a potential lifelong partner.", "It was to prove that Ninon thinks little of Robert because he's can easily be replaced as a romantic partner.", "It was to show how much thought Ninon has put into making her plan and how determined she is to see it succeed.", "It was to prove that everyone makes mistakes, and that Ninon is comfortable admitting that she's not perfect." ] ]

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[ [ "Ninon stretched. And purred, almost. There was something lazily catlike\n in her flexing; languid, yet ferally alert. The silken softness of her", "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.", "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.", "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,\" 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!", "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 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", "\"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", "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 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!\"", "the cloth of years that would engarment her eternal youth. Ninon knew\n how.", "\"Ninon, my darling,\" he whispered huskily.", "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", "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 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.", "No one else could see it—yet. But Ninon could!", "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" ], [ "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?\"", "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.", "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....\"", "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", "\"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?\"", "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.", "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.", "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 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!\"", "\"Yes, Ninon.... Oh, yes.\"\n\n\n \"Not yet, darling.\" Again her hands were between them. \"First, tell me\n about the flight tomorrow.\"", "\"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.\"", "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!", "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", "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.", "Again his arms went around her and he leaned closer.\n\n\n \"Wait!\" Ninon said, pushing him back.", "\"Ninon, my darling,\" he whispered huskily.", "Ninon stretched. And purred, almost. There was something lazily catlike\n in her flexing; languid, yet ferally alert. The silken softness of her", "\"Not yet, Robert,\" she whispered. She let him feel the slight but firm\n resistance so nicely calculated to breach his own; watched the deepening\n flush of his cheeks with the clinical sureness that a thousand such\n experiences with men had given her.", "\"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" ], [ "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?\"", "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....\"", "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.", "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", "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.", "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?\"", "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", "\"Yes, Ninon.... Oh, yes.\"\n\n\n \"Not yet, darling.\" Again her hands were between them. \"First, tell me\n about the flight tomorrow.\"", "\"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.\"", "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!", "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", "\"Ninon, my darling,\" he whispered huskily.", "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,\" 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 arms stole around his neck. \"The lights,\" she whispered, \"and a\n little automatic warning to tell you when it's time to go....\"", "Again his arms went around her and he leaned closer.\n\n\n \"Wait!\" Ninon said, pushing him back.", "Ninon stretched. And purred, almost. There was something lazily catlike\n in her flexing; languid, yet ferally alert. The silken softness of her", "Ninon said, \"Tell me, Robert, isn't it true that if a clock recedes from\n Earth at the speed of light, and if we could watch it as it did so, it\n would still be running but it would never show later time?\"" ], [ "indeed. It made her very happy, very, very happy—for there is a smile\n on her face.\"", "This time she could see that he believed it. The horror he felt was easy\n to read on his face while he struggled to speak. \"Then ... God help", "Then she heard it. A low moan, starting from below the limit of\n audibility, then climbing, up and up and up and up, until it was a", "He nodded slightly. \"You may be right,\" he said.\n\n\n \"I must have a mirror,\" she cried. \"I must see for myself how much\n younger I have become. I'll hardly recognize myself....\"", "\"There is no mirror,\" he told her.\n\n\n \"No mirror? But how can I see....\"", "There, on the floor beside her, was the answer she had sought so long. A\n book. \"Time in Relation to Time.\" The name of the author, his academic", "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!", "\"Faster!\" she cried. \"We must go much faster! I must be young again.\n Youthful, and gay, and alive and happy.... Tell me, Robert, do you feel\n younger yet?\"", "The mocking gravity in his voice infuriated her. \"Then you shall be my\n mirror,\" she said. \"Tell me, Robert, am I not now much younger? Am I not", ", she\n told herself. After all, no other woman, ever, had gone back through the\n years to be young again....\nLong hours she rested in the sling, gaining more strength for the day", "They were puffing from the rush of their excitement. \"There is no one\n alive on the ship,\" they cried. \"Only an old, withered, white-haired", "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", "An old man cried: \"It is a demon ship. It has come to destroy us all.\"\nA murmur went through the crowd, and some moved farther back for\n safety, watching with alert curiosity.", "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", "\"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.\"", "Yes, unquestionably she was younger, more beautiful. Unquestionably Time\n was being kind to her, giving her back her youth. She was not sorry that", "\"Then make it go faster!\" she screamed. \"And faster and faster—hurry!\n What are we waiting for?\"", "\"It must be hours ... days ... weeks. I should be hungry. Yes, I think I\n am hungry. I'll need food, lots of food. Young people have good\n appetites, don't they, Robert?\"", "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.", "frown—could start a wrinkle! And nothing was as stubborn as a wrinkle.\n One soft, round, white, long-nailed finger touched here, and here, and" ], [ "Swiftly she pushed buttons again. The room darkened, as before. Curtains\n at one end divided and rustled back, and a glowing screen sprang to life", "\"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.\"", "lotions; the unguents; the diets; the radioactive drugs; the records of\n endocrine transplantations, of blood transfusions. She dismissed them", "She reached behind her, over the end of the couch, and pushed three\n buttons. The light, already soft, dimmed slowly to the faintest of", "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", "\"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.\"", "\"... 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", "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.\"", "her muscles and joints again. No more diets. No more transfusions. No\n more transplantations. No more the bio-knife. She could smile again, or", "around her, and his face was buried in her hair. She let the recording\n run for a moment, then shut it off and turned up the lights.", "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", "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!", "Two hours later a golden-voiced bell chimed, softly, musically. The\n lights slowly brightened to no more than the lambent glow which was all", "of space. She shuddered, and knew without asking that these were stars\n dropping behind at a rate greater than light speed.", "The spaceman's voice was doubly bitter in the darkened room. \"So that's\n it,\" he said. \"A recording! Another one for your collection, I suppose.", "\"Is that as fast as the speed of light?\"\n\n\n \"Hardly, Madame,\" he said, with a condescending chuckle.", "Her shining, gray-green eyes strayed to the one door in her apartment\n through which no man had ever gone. There the exercising machines; the", "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.", "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.", "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.\"" ], [ "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", "\"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.\"", "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.", "\"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 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", "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 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?\"", "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 laughed mirthlessly, and pressed buttons again. The screen\n changed, went blank for a moment, then figures appeared again. On the", "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!\"", "Again his arms went around her and he leaned closer.\n\n\n \"Wait!\" Ninon said, pushing him back.", "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", "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", "Ninon stretched. And purred, almost. There was something lazily catlike\n in her flexing; languid, yet ferally alert. The silken softness of her", "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?\"", "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.", "\"Time! Wait! That's all I hear!\" Ninon shrieked. \"Do something!\"", "Ninon's arms stole around his neck. \"The lights,\" she whispered, \"and a\n little automatic warning to tell you when it's time to go....\"", "\"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?\"" ], [ "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....\"", "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.", "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?\"", "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.", "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", "\"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.\"", "\"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?\"", "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!", "Again his arms went around her and he leaned closer.\n\n\n \"Wait!\" Ninon said, pushing him back.", "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!\"", "\"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 said, \"Tell me, Robert, isn't it true that if a clock recedes from\n Earth at the speed of light, and if we could watch it as it did so, it\n would still be running but it would never show later time?\"", "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 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 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.", "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", "\"Not yet, Robert,\" she whispered. She let him feel the slight but firm\n resistance so nicely calculated to breach his own; watched the deepening\n flush of his cheeks with the clinical sureness that a thousand such\n experiences with men had given her.", "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 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 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" ], [ "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 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?\"", "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....\"", "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.", "\"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.\"", "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", "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.", "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!\"", "\"Yes, Ninon.... Oh, yes.\"\n\n\n \"Not yet, darling.\" Again her hands were between them. \"First, tell me\n about the flight tomorrow.\"", "\"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?\"", "\"Not yet, Robert,\" she whispered. She let him feel the slight but firm\n resistance so nicely calculated to breach his own; watched the deepening\n flush of his cheeks with the clinical sureness that a thousand such\n experiences with men had given her.", "Ninon said, \"Tell me, Robert, isn't it true that if a clock recedes from\n Earth at the speed of light, and if we could watch it as it did so, it\n would still be running but it would never show later time?\"", "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 laughed mirthlessly, and pressed buttons again. The screen\n changed, went blank for a moment, then figures appeared again. On the", "Ninon's arms stole around his neck. \"The lights,\" she whispered, \"and a\n little automatic warning to tell you when it's time to go....\"", "Ninon stretched. And purred, almost. There was something lazily catlike\n in her flexing; languid, yet ferally alert. The silken softness of her", "\"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.\"", "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", "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 snatched out the little beta-gun, then, leveled it and fired. And\n watched without remorse as the hungry electrons streamed forth to strike" ] ]

[ "Of the following options, which best describe Syme Rector?", "Of the following options, which best describe Harold Tate?", "How would you describe Syme's and Harold's relationship?", "What is the description of the physical traits of the Martians like in the story?", "What happened when the Martians initially split into two populations?", "If Syme weren't initially helped by Harold, what would've probably happened to him?", "Between Martians and Humans, who seems to have a more advanced civilization?", "Of the following options, what best summarizes this story?" ]

[ [ "Strong and nice", "Bold and calculated", "Bold and kind", "Impressive and lucky" ], [ "brave and calculated", "kind and generous", "curious and timid", "greedy and brave" ], [ "It's a genuinely friendly relationship", "It's a beautiful relationship", "It's a relationship of necessity", "They quickly become enemies" ], [ "Detailed, because they were a non-human like creature with very different physical traits", "Brief, because what mattered more about the Martians was what they were doing rather than what they looked like", "Broad, because the appearances of the Martians varied from individual to individual", "Vague, because Syme and Harold barely got a good look at the Martians before they were ambushed" ], [ "One population thrived and the other died out", "Both populations suffered as a result of the split", "Both populations eventually combined once more", "Both populations succeeded and thrived, but in very different ways" ], [ "Syme would've been protected by the building's safety net.", "Syme would've gotten help from someone else.", "Syme would've fallen to his death.", "Syme would've caught himself with his two backup harpoons." ], [ "Neither are very advanced", "The Humans", "The Martians", "Both are fairly advanced but the Humans are more civilized than the Martians" ], [ "A criminal tricks a scientist into giving him resources and aid on a beautiful adventure.", "A criminal forces a scientist to go on an adventure.", "A criminal teams up with a scientist to explore a dangerous area.", "A criminal and a scientist wind up on a fun adventure together." ] ]

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[ [ "didn't know that he was Syme Rector, the most-wanted and most-feared\n raider in the System. In that was his only advantage.", "\"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 snapped to attention, every nerve tingling. An indefinable sense,\n a hunch that had served him well before, told him that something big", "was coming—something that promised adventure and loot for Syme Rector.\n \"Why?\" he asked softly. \"Why to Kal-Jmar?\"", "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 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", "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.", "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", "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", "\"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.", "\"Are you all right?\"\nSyme looked at the man, nursing the tortured muscles of his arms. His", "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", "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", "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.", "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", "\"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.\"", "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,", "Rector, the scourge of the spaceways, the man with a thousand credits\n on his sleek, tigerish head.", "\"Never mind,\" said Syme, taking his arm. \"The shock must have busted it\n wide open. My laundry is probably all over Lillis by now.\"", "\"All right,\" the boy said quietly. \"What is it?\"\n\n\n \"I don't understand,\" Syme said." ], [ "\"Lissen,\" said Harold Tate. He leaned forward on one elbow, slipped,\n caught himself, and looked at the elbow reproachfully. \"Lissen,\" he", "Thus matter had stood for over a hundred years, until Harold Tate.\n Tate, a physicist, had stumbled on a field that seemed to be identical", "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", "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", "Tate stood up, his face very white. \"Tell me one thing,\" he begged.\n \"Will our two races ever live together in amity?\"", "the gully was as deep as ever, when Tate, looking up, saw a deeper\n blackness blot out part of the black sky directly overhead. He shouted,\n \"Look out!\" and grabbed for the nearest steering lever.", "suitcase and handed one of the tanks to Tate. Then he stumped around\n to the back of the car and inspected the damage. The cable reel, which", "\"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.\"", "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—\"", "\"I think I see,\" Tate said thoughtfully. \"That's been the ultimate aim\n all along, but so far the problem has us licked. If we solved it, then", "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", "He led the way, wordlessly, back to the wrecked sand car. Tate followed\n him with a hangdog, beaten air, as though he had just found something", "\"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.\"", "\"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 had been watching with interest. \"Very ingenious,\" he said. \"But\n how do we get up again?\"", "Syme stopped cursing and watched tensely. Tate said nothing, but he\n swallowed audibly.", "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.", "\"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", "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.\"", "Still silently, Syme refilled his oxygen tank, watched Tate do the\n same, and then picked up two spare tanks and the precious black" ], [ "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", "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", "\"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.", "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", "\"Never mind that,\" Syme broke in impatiently. \"What do you want with\n us?\"", "\"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 snapped to attention, every nerve tingling. An indefinable sense,\n a hunch that had served him well before, told him that something big", "\"Are you all right?\"\nSyme looked at the man, nursing the tortured muscles of his arms. His", "\"Never mind,\" said Syme, taking his arm. \"The shock must have busted it\n wide open. My laundry is probably all over Lillis by now.\"", "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 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,", "\"Yeah,\" said Syme, and opened the door. The air in the car\nwhooshed\ninto the near-vacuum outside, and he and Tate stepped out.", "\"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.\"", "\"All right,\" the boy said quietly. \"What is it?\"\n\n\n \"I don't understand,\" Syme said.", "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", "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.", "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", "\"My God!\" he said. \"What are those?\"\n\n\n Syme looked. \"Those,\" he said bitterly, \"are Martians.\"" ], [ "\"My God!\" he said. \"What are those?\"\n\n\n Syme looked. \"Those,\" he said bitterly, \"are Martians.\"", "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", "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.", "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", "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", "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.", "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", "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", "The hills were much closer than they had seemed, because of Mars'\n deceptively low horizon. In half an hour they were in the midst of a", "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!", "Tate looked interested. \"But why this—this gigantic masquerade?\"\n\n\n \"You had nothing to give us,\" the Martian said simply.", "Later, however, when every unsuccessful attempt had precipitated a\n bloody uprising of the present-day Martians—resulting in a rapid", "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", "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 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.", "Kal-Jmar Martians, I mean? I'd dearly love to know the answer to that\n one.\"", "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.", "Their faces were vaguely canine, but the foreheads were high, and the\n lips were not split. They did resemble dogs, in that their thick black", "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." ], [ "Later, however, when every unsuccessful attempt had precipitated a\n bloody uprising of the present-day Martians—resulting in a rapid", "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.", "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", "\"My God!\" he said. \"What are those?\"\n\n\n Syme looked. \"Those,\" he said bitterly, \"are Martians.\"", "\"Several thousand years ago Mars' loss of atmosphere began to make\n itself felt. There were two ways out. Some chose to seal themselves", "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.", "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 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", "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", "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", "\"No,\" the Martian interrupted him, \"revealing the extent of our\n civilization would have spared us nothing at your people's hands. Yours", "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.", "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 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.", "\"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.", "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 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.", "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", "\"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.", "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.\"" ], [ "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.", "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", "\"I'm not hurt,\" Syme said. He grinned, his white teeth flashing in his\n dark, lean face. \"Thanks for giving me a hand.\"", "\"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.", "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", "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,", "\"Are you all right?\"\nSyme looked at the man, nursing the tortured muscles of his arms. His", "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", "\"Never mind,\" said Syme, taking his arm. \"The shock must have busted it\n wide open. My laundry is probably all over Lillis by now.\"", "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", "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 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.", "\"All right,\" the boy said quietly. \"What is it?\"\n\n\n \"I don't understand,\" Syme said.", "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", "\"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.\"", "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 turned the little sand car up a gentle rise towards the tortuous\n hill country in the distance. \"Not only that,\" he continued. \"They", "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" ], [ "\"No,\" the Martian interrupted him, \"revealing the extent of our\n civilization would have spared us nothing at your people's hands. Yours", "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.", "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", "\"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", "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", "\"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", "\"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.\"", "Kal-Jmar Martians, I mean? I'd dearly love to know the answer to that\n one.\"", "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.", "Tate looked interested. \"But why this—this gigantic masquerade?\"\n\n\n \"You had nothing to give us,\" the Martian said simply.", "Later, however, when every unsuccessful attempt had precipitated a\n bloody uprising of the present-day Martians—resulting in a rapid", "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", "\"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", "The hills were much closer than they had seemed, because of Mars'\n deceptively low horizon. In half an hour they were in the midst of a", "\"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.", "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", "the present decadent Martian race, or a different species. No one knew\n anything about them or about Kal-Jmar.", "\"Several thousand years ago Mars' loss of atmosphere began to make\n itself felt. There were two ways out. Some chose to seal themselves" ], [ "He heard running footsteps, and then a pale face peered over the ledge\n at him. He realized suddenly that the whole incident could have taken\n only a few seconds. He croaked, \"Get me up.\"", "The boy knuckled his chin reflectively. \"You could be lying,\" he said\n finally. \"But maybe I've made a mistake.\" Then—\"Okay, citizen, you can\n clear—but don't let me catch you on my tail again.\"", "friendly toward the slender, mouse-like man across the table. It was\n the\nculcha\n, of course. He knew it, and didn't care. In the morning", ", he\n took it out and stole a glance at the identification card inside. There\n it was—his ticket to freedom. He began feeling expansive, and even", "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.", "\"Lissen,\" said Harold Tate. He leaned forward on one elbow, slipped,\n caught himself, and looked at the elbow reproachfully. \"Lissen,\" he", "killed. He had heard no second thud, so the body must have stayed on\n the first outcropping of the tower it struck. It probably wouldn't be\n found until morning.", "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", "but I hic!—pardon—seem to recall it as an honest face. I'm going to\n tell you something, because I need your help!—help.\" He paused. \"I", "\"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—\"", "\"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.\"", "Tate peered through the steelite nose of the car. \"Follow, I guess,\"\n he offered. \"It seems to go more or less where we're going, and if we\n cross it we'll only come to a couple dozen more.\"", "\"My God!\" he said. \"What are those?\"\n\n\n Syme looked. \"Those,\" he said bitterly, \"are Martians.\"", "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", "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 smooth surface again. He relaxed, thinking furiously. He could hold\n on for another minute at most; then it was the final blast-off.", "\"Several thousand years ago Mars' loss of atmosphere began to make\n itself felt. There were two ways out. Some chose to seal themselves", "\"You see,\" he finished gently, \"our deception has caused a natural\n confusion in your minds. They were the degenerates, not we.\"", "As the little car nosed down into the gully, the metal arm left behind\n revealed itself to be attached to a length of thick, very strong wire", "\"Good. I shouldn't like to stay down here for the rest of my\n natural life. Depressing view.\" He looked up at the narrow strip of\n almost-black sky visible from the floor of the gully, and shook his\n head." ] ]

[ "Why does the author think it'll be tougher to connect with a daughter that you start raising when she's five years old?", "What is a conclusion the author would want you to draw from the article?", "According to the article, why might it be a good idea scientifically to spend money and resources on homeless individuals rather than on gifts for your children?", "What is the overall tone of this article? Are there any changes in tone over the course of the article?", "What is NOT a scientific concept that is directly addressed in the article?", "Why is it that loving family members like siblings can lead to individual biological success?", "Of the following options, who might enjoy reading this the most?", "Of the following places, where would you most likely find a similar article to be available?" ]

[ [ "The daughter didn't spend time with you (nor did you with her) when she was little, so lots of bonding time was lost.", "The daughter might be apprehensive about spending extended time with an unknown adult.", "The daughter will be confused as to why you began parenting at that point rather than earlier.", "The daughter might not consider you a proper biological match for a parent." ], [ "If you're a mother who just adopted a child you'll naturally produce excess amounts of oxytocin.", "Oxytocin and Pitocin are functionally similar but, but one of the two would naturally be produced by a biological mother.", "If you're a biological parent you should supplement your naturally produced oxytocin with Pitocin.", "If you adopted a child it would be bad for you to take Pitocin in their developmental stages." ], [ "You will undergo a mood boost from helping homeless individuals that is greater than the mood boost you'd experience from giving gifts to your children.", "You're closely enough related to other non-familial humans that shared genes should not be the reasoning to give gifts to your kids over helping the homeless.", "Your children will undergo a mood boost if they're old enough to understand the value of distributing resources to those who need it.", "Your children will unconditionally love you regardless of what stimulation/gifts you provide, so those resources could be easily reallocated." ], [ "The overall tone is conversational, with the occasional funny moment or comedic example.", "The overall tone is academic, with very few tonal changes (if any).", "The overall tone is academic, with a few emotional sections to evoke pathos.", "The overall tone is calm, with only a few tonal changes when the author tries to drive home a point." ], [ "The extent to which DNA is shared between family members and non-family members.", "The scientific differences between bonding with a biological or an adopted child.", "How geographic and cultural differences impact family-raising strategies and bonding styles.", "The cultural and scientific debate around raising a parent raising an adopted child with a different race/ethnicity from their own." ], [ "We want to see them succeed, so we experience chemical shifts when we see that they're happy.", "If we help them survive tough experiences, we'll learn to not make those mistakes (increasing our biological odds of procreating and being evolutionarily successful).", "If we help them succeed biologically, when they have kids they pass on DNA that matches some of our own.", "Biologically speaking, we share in the successes the exact same way that our siblings do because of genetic similarity." ], [ "A creationist who wants to prove that evolution isn't real through the ways in which adopted and biological children are treated differently.", "A potential parent deciding between adopting a child and having a biological child.", "A preteen who's adopted and wants to learn more about the differences between parenting of adopted and biological children. ", "A high schooler interested in learning more about family dynamics and the chemical/evolutionary processes with regard to parenting." ], [ "The start of a high school paper about evolution and parenting", "A pamphlet in a family therapist's office", "A science textbook for eighth graders", "An article in a popular newspaper's science section" ] ]

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So", "of cross-ethnic adoption argue--as in a New York Times" ] ]

[ "Where did Marla end up?", "Other than the expense, what had been the downside for Dennis of spending a night in the Jovian Chamber?", "What phrase mostly closely captures why the Martian who attacks Dennis seems to hate him so much?", "Why did the bar brawl end up being a net positive event for Dennis?", "How did the dancer respond to Dennis' victory over the Martian?", "Who told Dennis what happened to Marla's space ship?", "What did the commander think about the danger level of the mission he gave to Dennis?", "What was the most noteworthy feature of the spaceship provided for Dennis and his crew to chase down Koerber?", "What did Dennis' crew do with their spare time while they were trying to find the pirate ship?", "Why did George Randall's failure to follow orders result in Dennis' ship being pulled down to the planetoid?" ]

[ [ "Drifting in space, possibly in very small pieces.", "She went to work as a dancer in the Jovian Chamber.", "She left Dennis and went to Earth for a new job.", "She broke up with Dennis and married someone else on Venus." ], [ "The price was a rip-off because there were no private rooms left and they wouldn't give him a refund.", "He missed a call-out to help capture a space pirate, plus a Martian mugged him and took all his money.", "He missed a call-out to help capture a space pirate and was disciplined by his employer, plus he lost his girlfriend.", "The hypnotics used to induce pleasure are very addictive, and he had to go into rehab." ], [ "Martians, as a race, hate Terrans - all Terrans - because they view them as colonial oppressors preventing their freedom.", "On Mars, hazel eyes such as Dennis' are considered a socio-economic indicator of a class Martians view as having caused all their problems.", "The Martian is jealous of Dennis because of the Mercurean dancer at the bar who is coming on to him.", "Dennis and the Martian have had previous run-ins over women and the Martian thinks Dennis owes him money from a billiards game." ], [ "Because the Martian was a space pirate, and the police were pleased at being able to grab him, and gave Dennis the credit.", "Because on Venus, a criminal's personal effects are given to the crime victim, so Dennis acquired an expensive tunic trimmed in ocelandian fur, and a costly acerine ring.", "Because a huge money roll fell out of the Martian's pocket during the fight, and afterward, Dennis noticed it and pocketed it.", "The bartender paid his tab out of gratitude for ridding them of the troublemaking Martian." ], [ "She gave him a poisonous look.", "She offered Dennis free services for a week.", "She gave him a come-hither look and they had a great time.", "She gave him a quick salute, blew him a kiss and returned to dancing, as she needed to keep her job." ], [ "Randall", "Bertram", "Starland", "Brooks" ], [ "He thought of the mission as part of Dennis' punishment for not being ready to nab Koerber earlier.", "He thought it would be an easy out and back, since Koerber was low on supplies.", "He considered it just another day in the life of an I.S.P. officer.", "He thought there was a pretty good chance Dennis would die during the mission." ], [ "It's just about the fastest ship out in space, a huge advantage.", "It's the first I.S.P. ship with artificial gravity.", "The beryloid double-hull design.", "The most important part of any ship is always the same:the crew." ], [ "The new ship was also the first with ship-to-shore internet, so they could watch videos in their spare time.", "They didn't have any spare time. They ran training exercises on procedures and weapons over and over to be ready.", "All the hands spent their spare time doing exercises to keep their muscles strong in space.", "The crew was kept busy in their spare time fixing all the systems that didn't really work right on this brand new ship." ], [ "The jets needed to be turned on and off at specific times to use the planetoid as a slingshot to catch Koerber. Since they got power at the wrong time, they were propelled to the planetoid's surface.", "Since George Randall didn't follow the order to cut jets, that meant another crewman had to do it, which meant that crewman couldn't do his own job of positioning the magnetic repulsion plates.", "With the jets still on, the magnetic repulsion plates could not be activated, resulting in them being tractored in by Koerber's ship.", "With the jets still on, their ship could not \"run silent\" and avoid detection by Koerber's ship." ] ]

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[ [ "Dennis tried not to think of Marla, too great an ache was involved in\n thinking of her and all he had lost. When he finally spoke, his voice\n was harsh, laconic:\n\n\n \"Prepare to return!\"", "\"Marla!\" He breathed at last. The thought of Marla in the power\n of Koerber sent a wave of anguish that seared through him like an\n atom-blast.", "Marla left an aching void that all the women of five planets could not\n fill, the loss of Space, was quite as deadly. For he had been grounded.", "\"Marla Starland, your fiancee, accepted an assignment we offered her—a\n delicate piece of work here on Terra that only a very beautiful, and", "Dennis Brooke had lost count of the times he'd read Marla's last\n letter, but every time he came to these final, poignant lines, they", "began to leave no doubt as to her intentions. The girl was beautiful,\n in a sultry, almost incandescent sort of way, but her open promise left\n him cold. He wanted solitude, somewhere to coordinate his thoughts", "George Randall breathed a sigh of relief. He watched them bridge the\n space to the drifting wreck, then saw them enter what had once been a", "A figure appeared in the slanting doorway of the ship in time to hear\n the last words. It was George Randall, adjusting a bandaged forehead\n bumped during the crash landing.", "Dallas nodded and lowered his eyes. Scotty shifted his cud and spat\n a thin stream of juice over the iridescent ground. One by one they\n re-entered the cruiser.", "where life might have endured, but now, all hope was gone. Only a great\n resolve to deal with Koerber once and for all remained to him.", "you'll understand the futility of trying to convince me again. Anyway,\n there will be no temptation, for I'm sailing on a new assignment I've\n accepted. I did love you.... Good-by.", "\"And that's the sixth one in a month. Sometimes the survivors reach\n Terra in emergency spacers, or are picked up in space by other\n transports ... and sometimes son ... well, as you know, sometimes\n they're never seen again.\"", "by Scotty, and finally Captain Brooke himself. All left in silence, as\n if the tragedy that had occurred aboard the wrecked liner, had touched\n them intimately.", "\"But, you may as well know it,\" Scotty replied quietly. \"That parting\n shot of Koerber's severed our main rocket feed. I had to use the\n emergency tank to make it down here!\"", "\"I think we got Koerber, though,\" he said at last. \"While Tom was doing\n a job of navigation, I had one last glimpse of him coming down fast\n and out of control somewhere behind those crags over there!\"", "sheaf of credits—it had cost him the severe rebuff of the I.S.P., and\n most of his heart in Marla.", "Their nerves were ragged. Days and days of fruitless search for a\n phantom ship that seemed to have vanished from space, and an equally\n elusive pirate whose whereabouts were hidden in the depths of\n fathomless space.", "\"But for him we wouldn't be here!\" Dallas exclaimed. \"Aagh!\" He shook\n his head in disgust until the several folds of flesh under his chin\n shook like gelatin. \"Cowards are hell!\" He spat.", "men than he had cracked in those vast reaches of space. But there had\n been an instant when he'd found Randall cowering in the rocket-room, in", "\"Probably hiding his head under a bunk!\" Dallas laughed with scorn. His\n contemptuous remark voiced the feelings of the entire crew. A man who" ], [ "A night in the Jovian Chamber, was to be emperor for one night. Every\n dream of a man's desire was marvelously induced through the skilful use", "It cost a young fortune. But to pleasure mad, boom-ridden Venus, a\n fortune was a bagatelle. Only it had cost Dennis Brooke far more than a", "in Dennis' mind; he frowned slightly as the maneuvers of the Mercurian\n dancer, who writhed among the guests of the notorious pleasure palace,", "Dennis Brooke's space-tanned features had gone pale. His large hazel\n eyes, fringed with auburn lashes, too long for a man, were bright slits", "True, Koerber's escape from the I.S.P. net had not quite been his\n fault; but had he not been enjoying the joys of a voluptuous Jovian", "\"Sit down, Dennis. I've sent for you, despite your grounding, for\n two reasons. The first one you already know—your capture of one of", "Chamber, in Venus' fabulous Inter-planetary Palace, he would have been\n ready for duty to complete the last link in the net of I.S.P. cruisers\n that almost surrounded the space pirate.", "versions, and with special additions. But they were spacemen, implicit\n in their loyalty, and with Dennis Brooke they could and did feel safe.", "\"Commander,\" Dennis said, and his rich baritone voice had depths of\n emotion so great that they startled Commander Bertram himself—and", "a visual record of all we know about the passenger spacer that left\n Venus with passengers and cargo, as far as we could contact the vessel\n in space. This, Dennis,\" the Commander emphasized his words, \"is your", "Dennis tried not to think of Marla, too great an ache was involved in\n thinking of her and all he had lost. When he finally spoke, his voice\n was harsh, laconic:\n\n\n \"Prepare to return!\"", "\"Considering the gravity of this planetoid,\" Dennis Brooke said\n thoughtfully, \"it's going to take some blast to get us off!\"", "the anger in Brooke's heart. Thinking it over calmly, Dennis realized\n this was the youngster's first trip into the outer orbits, and better", "desk, frowned slightly as Dennis Brooke entered. He eyed the six foot\n four frame of the Captain before him with a mixture of feelings, as\n if uncertain how to begin. Finally, he sighed as if, having come to a", "feet with the speed of an Hellacorium, the table went crashing to one\n side as he leaped with deadly intent on the sprawled figure of Dennis", "men than he had cracked in those vast reaches of space. But there had\n been an instant when he'd found Randall cowering in the rocket-room, in", "maneuvered to avoid the beam. Again Koerber's beam lashed out, as he\n sank lower into the looming mass, and again Dennis anticipating the\n maneuver avoided it.", "Dennis Brooke smiled. His own heart was hammering, and inwardly he\n prayed that it were Koerber. It had to be! No interplanetary passenger", "Dennis, Tom Jeffery and Scotty Byrnes raced to the control room,\n followed by the ponderous Dallas to whom hurry in any form was", "those eyes, and something else ... envy, perhaps, or was it jealousy?\n Dennis couldn't tell. But his senses became instantly alert. Danger\n brought a faint vibration which his superbly trained faculties could" ], [ "The Martian's violet eyes were black with fury now. He staggered back\n and sucked in air, his face contorted with excruciating pain. But he", "eyes found themselves gazing into the unwinking, violet stare of a\n young Martian at the next table. There was a smouldering hatred in", "tinkling sound of a fragile glass being crushed in a powerful hand,\n and a muffled Martian curse. Without warning, the Martian was on his", "those eyes, and something else ... envy, perhaps, or was it jealousy?\n Dennis couldn't tell. But his senses became instantly alert. Danger\n brought a faint vibration which his superbly trained faculties could", "with all the force at his command. It caught the Martian on the jaw and\n spun him like a top, the pale, imperious face went crimson as he slowly", "Brooke. A high-pitched scream brought instant silence as a Terran girl\n cried out. Then the Martian's hand reached out hungrily. But Dennis was\n not there.", "Dennis tried not to think of Marla, too great an ache was involved in\n thinking of her and all he had lost. When he finally spoke, his voice\n was harsh, laconic:\n\n\n \"Prepare to return!\"", "planted a sledge-hammer blow in that most vulnerable spot of all\n Martians, the spot just below their narrow, wasp-like waist, and as the", "\"Sit down, Dennis. I've sent for you, despite your grounding, for\n two reasons. The first one you already know—your capture of one of", "have details on this dandy!\" He eyed admiringly the priceless Martian\n embroideries on the unconscious Martian's tunic, the costly border of", "\"Commander,\" Dennis said, and his rich baritone voice had depths of\n emotion so great that they startled Commander Bertram himself—and", "Dennis Brooke's space-tanned features had gone pale. His large hazel\n eyes, fringed with auburn lashes, too long for a man, were bright slits", "feet with the speed of an Hellacorium, the table went crashing to one\n side as he leaped with deadly intent on the sprawled figure of Dennis", "a visual record of all we know about the passenger spacer that left\n Venus with passengers and cargo, as far as we could contact the vessel\n in space. This, Dennis,\" the Commander emphasized his words, \"is your", "in Dennis' mind; he frowned slightly as the maneuvers of the Mercurian\n dancer, who writhed among the guests of the notorious pleasure palace,", "the anger in Brooke's heart. Thinking it over calmly, Dennis realized\n this was the youngster's first trip into the outer orbits, and better", "Dennis Brooke smiled. His own heart was hammering, and inwardly he\n prayed that it were Koerber. It had to be! No interplanetary passenger", "\"Probably hiding his head under a bunk!\" Dallas laughed with scorn. His\n contemptuous remark voiced the feelings of the entire crew. A man who", "venomous stare of the Mercurian Dancer, of the excited voices of the\n guests and the emphatic disapproval of the Venusian proprietor who", "\"But for him we wouldn't be here!\" Dallas exclaimed. \"Aagh!\" He shook\n his head in disgust until the several folds of flesh under his chin\n shook like gelatin. \"Cowards are hell!\" He spat." ], [ "\"Looks like your brawl has turned out to be a piece of fool's luck,\n Brooke!\" The Police Lieutenant favored Dennis with a wry smile. \"If", "was not through. His powerful right shot like a blast straight for\n Dennis' chest, striking like a piston just below the heart. Dennis took\n it, flat-footed, without flinching; then he let his right ride over", "\"Sit down, Dennis. I've sent for you, despite your grounding, for\n two reasons. The first one you already know—your capture of one of", "Dennis, breathing heavily, stood over him until the international\n police arrived, and then he had the surprise of his life. Upon search,", "Weaving through the deadly belt for several hours, Dennis saw his\n quarry slow down. Instantly he seized the chance and ordered a salvo", "\"Commander,\" Dennis said, and his rich baritone voice had depths of\n emotion so great that they startled Commander Bertram himself—and", "feet with the speed of an Hellacorium, the table went crashing to one\n side as he leaped with deadly intent on the sprawled figure of Dennis", "\"Yep,\" Dennis nodded. \"But I'm still keeping my senses clear. No feuds\n on my ship. Get it!\" The last two words cut like a scimitar.", "Dennis sighed, he tilted his red, curly head and drank deeply of the\n insidious\nVerbena", "desk, frowned slightly as Dennis Brooke entered. He eyed the six foot\n four frame of the Captain before him with a mixture of feelings, as\n if uncertain how to begin. Finally, he sighed as if, having come to a", "those eyes, and something else ... envy, perhaps, or was it jealousy?\n Dennis couldn't tell. But his senses became instantly alert. Danger\n brought a faint vibration which his superbly trained faculties could", "\"Better come to Headquarters with me, Dennis,\" the lieutenant said\n gently. \"We'll say you captured him, and if he's Koerber's, the", "Dennis Brooke was thirty, the time when youth no longer seems unending.\n When the minor adventures of the heart begin to pall. If the loss of", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\n\"\nAnd so, my dear\n,\" Dennis detected a faint irony in the phrase, \"", "Dennis Brooke shrugged his shoulders, shoulders that would have put to\n shame the Athenian statues of another age. A faint, bitter smile curved", "For a long moment the four men looked at each other in silence. Dennis\n Brooke's face was still impassive but for the flaming hazel eyes. Tom", "maneuvered to avoid the beam. Again Koerber's beam lashed out, as he\n sank lower into the looming mass, and again Dennis anticipating the\n maneuver avoided it.", "\"But for him we wouldn't be here!\" Dallas exclaimed. \"Aagh!\" He shook\n his head in disgust until the several folds of flesh under his chin\n shook like gelatin. \"Cowards are hell!\" He spat.", "Dennis Brooke's space-tanned features had gone pale. His large hazel\n eyes, fringed with auburn lashes, too long for a man, were bright slits", "in Dennis' mind; he frowned slightly as the maneuvers of the Mercurian\n dancer, who writhed among the guests of the notorious pleasure palace," ], [ "Leaping to one side, impervious to the fall of the dancer, he avoided\n the murderous rush of the Martian youth, then he wheeled swiftly and", "in Dennis' mind; he frowned slightly as the maneuvers of the Mercurian\n dancer, who writhed among the guests of the notorious pleasure palace,", "with all the force at his command. It caught the Martian on the jaw and\n spun him like a top, the pale, imperious face went crimson as he slowly", "maneuvered to avoid the beam. Again Koerber's beam lashed out, as he\n sank lower into the looming mass, and again Dennis anticipating the\n maneuver avoided it.", "feet with the speed of an Hellacorium, the table went crashing to one\n side as he leaped with deadly intent on the sprawled figure of Dennis", "Martian stranger, he was unaware of the Mercurian Dancer. The latter\n had edged closer, whirling in prismatic flashes from the myriad", "Brooke. A high-pitched scream brought instant silence as a Terran girl\n cried out. Then the Martian's hand reached out hungrily. But Dennis was\n not there.", "have details on this dandy!\" He eyed admiringly the priceless Martian\n embroideries on the unconscious Martian's tunic, the costly border of", "Dennis Brooke smiled. His own heart was hammering, and inwardly he\n prayed that it were Koerber. It had to be! No interplanetary passenger", "was not through. His powerful right shot like a blast straight for\n Dennis' chest, striking like a piston just below the heart. Dennis took\n it, flat-footed, without flinching; then he let his right ride over", "\"Commander,\" Dennis said, and his rich baritone voice had depths of\n emotion so great that they startled Commander Bertram himself—and", "Weaving through the deadly belt for several hours, Dennis saw his\n quarry slow down. Instantly he seized the chance and ordered a salvo", "tinkling sound of a fragile glass being crushed in a powerful hand,\n and a muffled Martian curse. Without warning, the Martian was on his", "Dennis, breathing heavily, stood over him until the international\n police arrived, and then he had the surprise of his life. Upon search,", "fairly dancing in his excitement, as if the marvelous work of the\n new invention that detected the disturbance of atomic jets at great\n distance were his own achievement.", "Dennis tried not to think of Marla, too great an ache was involved in\n thinking of her and all he had lost. When he finally spoke, his voice\n was harsh, laconic:\n\n\n \"Prepare to return!\"", "those eyes, and something else ... envy, perhaps, or was it jealousy?\n Dennis couldn't tell. But his senses became instantly alert. Danger\n brought a faint vibration which his superbly trained faculties could", "Martian half-doubled over, he lefted him with a short jab to the chin\n that staggered and all but dropped him.", "Dennis Brooke's space-tanned features had gone pale. His large hazel\n eyes, fringed with auburn lashes, too long for a man, were bright slits", "a visual record of all we know about the passenger spacer that left\n Venus with passengers and cargo, as far as we could contact the vessel\n in space. This, Dennis,\" the Commander emphasized his words, \"is your" ], [ "Dennis tried not to think of Marla, too great an ache was involved in\n thinking of her and all he had lost. When he finally spoke, his voice\n was harsh, laconic:\n\n\n \"Prepare to return!\"", "a visual record of all we know about the passenger spacer that left\n Venus with passengers and cargo, as far as we could contact the vessel\n in space. This, Dennis,\" the Commander emphasized his words, \"is your", "Dennis Brooke's space-tanned features had gone pale. His large hazel\n eyes, fringed with auburn lashes, too long for a man, were bright slits", "\"Commander,\" Dennis said, and his rich baritone voice had depths of\n emotion so great that they startled Commander Bertram himself—and", "Marla left an aching void that all the women of five planets could not\n fill, the loss of Space, was quite as deadly. For he had been grounded.", "Brooke. A high-pitched scream brought instant silence as a Terran girl\n cried out. Then the Martian's hand reached out hungrily. But Dennis was\n not there.", "\"Sit down, Dennis. I've sent for you, despite your grounding, for\n two reasons. The first one you already know—your capture of one of", "A figure appeared in the slanting doorway of the ship in time to hear\n the last words. It was George Randall, adjusting a bandaged forehead\n bumped during the crash landing.", "Aboard the I.S.P. Cruiser, a surprise awaited them. It was young George\n Randall, whose excited face met them as soon as they had entered the\n airlocks and removed the space suits.", "George Randall breathed a sigh of relief. He watched them bridge the\n space to the drifting wreck, then saw them enter what had once been a", "versions, and with special additions. But they were spacemen, implicit\n in their loyalty, and with Dennis Brooke they could and did feel safe.", "\"Pretty much of a mess!\" Dennis Brooke's face was impassive as he\n turned to Scotty Byrnes. \"What's your opinion? Think we can patch her\n up, or are we stuck here indefinitely?\"", "Dennis Brooke had lost count of the times he'd read Marla's last\n letter, but every time he came to these final, poignant lines, they", "It was then that Dennis Brooke saw the immense dark shadow looming\n immediately behind Koerber's ship. He saw the pirate cruiser zoom", "\"Marla Starland, your fiancee, accepted an assignment we offered her—a\n delicate piece of work here on Terra that only a very beautiful, and", "Dennis Brooke smiled. His own heart was hammering, and inwardly he\n prayed that it were Koerber. It had to be! No interplanetary passenger", "midship showed on Koerber's Cruiser which trembled as if it had been\n mortally wounded. Then Dennis maneuvered his cruiser into a power", "\"Yep,\" Dennis nodded. \"But I'm still keeping my senses clear. No feuds\n on my ship. Get it!\" The last two words cut like a scimitar.", "\"But, you may as well know it,\" Scotty replied quietly. \"That parting\n shot of Koerber's severed our main rocket feed. I had to use the\n emergency tank to make it down here!\"", "Finally, we couldn't contact the ship any more. It is three days\n overdue. All passengers, a cargo of radium from Venus worth untold\n millions, the spacer itself—seem to have vanished.\"" ], [ "\"Commander,\" Dennis said, and his rich baritone voice had depths of\n emotion so great that they startled Commander Bertram himself—and", "\"When do I leave, Commander!\" Dennis Brooke's voice was like a javelin\n of ice.", "Weaving through the deadly belt for several hours, Dennis saw his\n quarry slow down. Instantly he seized the chance and ordered a salvo", "Commander Bertram nodded his head. \"I brought you here for that\n purpose, son. We have reached a point in our war with Koerber, where\n the last stakes must be played ... and the last stake is death!\"", "desk, frowned slightly as Dennis Brooke entered. He eyed the six foot\n four frame of the Captain before him with a mixture of feelings, as\n if uncertain how to begin. Finally, he sighed as if, having come to a", "\"Yep,\" Dennis nodded. \"But I'm still keeping my senses clear. No feuds\n on my ship. Get it!\" The last two words cut like a scimitar.", "a visual record of all we know about the passenger spacer that left\n Venus with passengers and cargo, as far as we could contact the vessel\n in space. This, Dennis,\" the Commander emphasized his words, \"is your", "Dennis tried not to think of Marla, too great an ache was involved in\n thinking of her and all he had lost. When he finally spoke, his voice\n was harsh, laconic:\n\n\n \"Prepare to return!\"", "a trap without specific orders. But to Dennis Brooke, directing the\n chase from the control room, even certain death was welcome, if only he\n could take Koerber with him.", "maneuvered to avoid the beam. Again Koerber's beam lashed out, as he\n sank lower into the looming mass, and again Dennis anticipating the\n maneuver avoided it.", "\"Better come to Headquarters with me, Dennis,\" the lieutenant said\n gently. \"We'll say you captured him, and if he's Koerber's, the", "those eyes, and something else ... envy, perhaps, or was it jealousy?\n Dennis couldn't tell. But his senses became instantly alert. Danger\n brought a faint vibration which his superbly trained faculties could", "\"Sit down, Dennis. I've sent for you, despite your grounding, for\n two reasons. The first one you already know—your capture of one of", "was not through. His powerful right shot like a blast straight for\n Dennis' chest, striking like a piston just below the heart. Dennis took\n it, flat-footed, without flinching; then he let his right ride over", "Dennis, breathing heavily, stood over him until the international\n police arrived, and then he had the surprise of his life. Upon search,", "Commander Bertram turned slowly to face the young I.S.P. captain, whose\n features were a mask devoid of all expression now, save for the pallor\n and the burning fire in his eyes.", "feet with the speed of an Hellacorium, the table went crashing to one\n side as he leaped with deadly intent on the sprawled figure of Dennis", "For a long moment the four men looked at each other in silence. Dennis\n Brooke's face was still impassive but for the flaming hazel eyes. Tom", "Dennis Brooke's space-tanned features had gone pale. His large hazel\n eyes, fringed with auburn lashes, too long for a man, were bright slits", "versions, and with special additions. But they were spacemen, implicit\n in their loyalty, and with Dennis Brooke they could and did feel safe." ], [ "It was then that Dennis Brooke saw the immense dark shadow looming\n immediately behind Koerber's ship. He saw the pirate cruiser zoom", "midship showed on Koerber's Cruiser which trembled as if it had been\n mortally wounded. Then Dennis maneuvered his cruiser into a power", "maneuvered to avoid the beam. Again Koerber's beam lashed out, as he\n sank lower into the looming mass, and again Dennis anticipating the\n maneuver avoided it.", "a visual record of all we know about the passenger spacer that left\n Venus with passengers and cargo, as far as we could contact the vessel\n in space. This, Dennis,\" the Commander emphasized his words, \"is your", "a crash. Far in the distance they could see Koerber's ship preceding\n them in a free fall, then the Planetoid was rushing up to engulf them.\nIII", "versions, and with special additions. But they were spacemen, implicit\n in their loyalty, and with Dennis Brooke they could and did feel safe.", "Dennis Brooke smiled. His own heart was hammering, and inwardly he\n prayed that it were Koerber. It had to be! No interplanetary passenger", "Koerber's lashing magnetic beam touched and the I.S.P. ship was caught,\n forced to follow the pirate ship's plunge like the weight at the end of", "reached the center of the viso-screen and remained there. It grew by\n leaps and bounds as the terrific speed of the cruiser minimized the\n distance long before the quarry was aware of pursuit.", "\"But, you may as well know it,\" Scotty replied quietly. \"That parting\n shot of Koerber's severed our main rocket feed. I had to use the\n emergency tank to make it down here!\"", "The atmosphere was somewhat tenuous, but it was breathable, provided\n a man didn't exert himself. To the silent crew of the I.S.P. Cruiser,", "from starboard. Koerber's powerful spacer reeled, dived and came up\n spewing Genton-shells. The battle was on at last.", "Dennis Brooke's space-tanned features had gone pale. His large hazel\n eyes, fringed with auburn lashes, too long for a man, were bright slits", "magnetic beam lashed out to spear the I.S.P. Cruiser.\nWith a wrenching turn that almost threw them out of control, Dennis", "spacers. It placed a maximum on speed, and all available space was\n hoarded for fuel. The lightning fast tiger of the space-lanes, was a", "George Randall breathed a sigh of relief. He watched them bridge the\n space to the drifting wreck, then saw them enter what had once been a", "Aboard the I.S.P. Cruiser, a surprise awaited them. It was young George\n Randall, whose excited face met them as soon as they had entered the\n airlocks and removed the space suits.", "a trap without specific orders. But to Dennis Brooke, directing the\n chase from the control room, even certain death was welcome, if only he\n could take Koerber with him.", "the space leagues, until the spacer became a flashing streak. On the\n viso-screen, the speck grew larger, took on contours, growing and\n becoming slowly the drifting shell of what had been a transport.", "maneuver that it had detected the I.S.P. cruiser. For it had described\n a parabola in space and headed for the dangerous asteroid belt. As if" ], [ "Their nerves were ragged. Days and days of fruitless search for a\n phantom ship that seemed to have vanished from space, and an equally\n elusive pirate whose whereabouts were hidden in the depths of\n fathomless space.", "It was then that Dennis Brooke saw the immense dark shadow looming\n immediately behind Koerber's ship. He saw the pirate cruiser zoom", "Weaving through the deadly belt for several hours, Dennis saw his\n quarry slow down. Instantly he seized the chance and ordered a salvo", "\"Yep,\" Dennis nodded. \"But I'm still keeping my senses clear. No feuds\n on my ship. Get it!\" The last two words cut like a scimitar.", "Every member of the crew wanted to be among the boarding party, for\n all but George Randall, the junior member of the crew had served his", "maneuvered to avoid the beam. Again Koerber's beam lashed out, as he\n sank lower into the looming mass, and again Dennis anticipating the\n maneuver avoided it.", "\"Probably hiding his head under a bunk!\" Dallas laughed with scorn. His\n contemptuous remark voiced the feelings of the entire crew. A man who", "Dennis, Tom Jeffery and Scotty Byrnes raced to the control room,\n followed by the ponderous Dallas to whom hurry in any form was", "midship showed on Koerber's Cruiser which trembled as if it had been\n mortally wounded. Then Dennis maneuvered his cruiser into a power", "\"Sit down, Dennis. I've sent for you, despite your grounding, for\n two reasons. The first one you already know—your capture of one of", "George Randall breathed a sigh of relief. He watched them bridge the\n space to the drifting wreck, then saw them enter what had once been a", "Day after day they went through their drills, donning space suits,\n manning battle stations; aiming deadly atom-cannon at empty space, and\n eternally scanning the vast empty reaches by means of the telecast.", "versions, and with special additions. But they were spacemen, implicit\n in their loyalty, and with Dennis Brooke they could and did feel safe.", "But at last, when the enemy cruiser showed on the viso-screen,\n unmistakably for what it was—a pirate craft, it showed by its sudden", "feet with the speed of an Hellacorium, the table went crashing to one\n side as he leaped with deadly intent on the sprawled figure of Dennis", "member of the crew raced to his assigned task without delay. Action\n impended, and after days and nights of inertia, it was a blessed", "To all but Captain Brooke, this was a new adventure, their first\n assignment to duty in a search that went beyond the realm of the", "\"Commander,\" Dennis said, and his rich baritone voice had depths of\n emotion so great that they startled Commander Bertram himself—and", "a visual record of all we know about the passenger spacer that left\n Venus with passengers and cargo, as far as we could contact the vessel\n in space. This, Dennis,\" the Commander emphasized his words, \"is your", "desk, frowned slightly as Dennis Brooke entered. He eyed the six foot\n four frame of the Captain before him with a mixture of feelings, as\n if uncertain how to begin. Finally, he sighed as if, having come to a" ], [ "\"George Randall!\" He shouted desperately into the speaker. \"Cut all\n jets in the rocket room! Hurry, man!\" He banked again and then zoomed\n out of the increasing gravity trap.", "A figure appeared in the slanting doorway of the ship in time to hear\n the last words. It was George Randall, adjusting a bandaged forehead\n bumped during the crash landing.", "George Randall breathed a sigh of relief. He watched them bridge the\n space to the drifting wreck, then saw them enter what had once been a", "Aboard the I.S.P. Cruiser, a surprise awaited them. It was young George\n Randall, whose excited face met them as soon as they had entered the\n airlocks and removed the space suits.", "\"Considering the gravity of this planetoid,\" Dennis Brooke said\n thoughtfully, \"it's going to take some blast to get us off!\"", "All but George Randall. Now that action was imminent. Something gripped\n his throat until he could hardly stand the tight collar of his I.S.P.", "\"Randall! I've got to use the magnetic repulsion plates.... Cut all the\n jets!\" But there was no response. Randall's screen remained blank. Then", "a crash. Far in the distance they could see Koerber's ship preceding\n them in a free fall, then the Planetoid was rushing up to engulf them.\nIII", "\"But, you may as well know it,\" Scotty replied quietly. \"That parting\n shot of Koerber's severed our main rocket feed. I had to use the\n emergency tank to make it down here!\"", "Dennis tried not to think of Marla, too great an ache was involved in\n thinking of her and all he had lost. When he finally spoke, his voice\n was harsh, laconic:\n\n\n \"Prepare to return!\"", "men than he had cracked in those vast reaches of space. But there had\n been an instant when he'd found Randall cowering in the rocket-room, in", "Every member of the crew wanted to be among the boarding party, for\n all but George Randall, the junior member of the crew had served his", "\"Commander,\" Dennis said, and his rich baritone voice had depths of\n emotion so great that they startled Commander Bertram himself—and", "a visual record of all we know about the passenger spacer that left\n Venus with passengers and cargo, as far as we could contact the vessel\n in space. This, Dennis,\" the Commander emphasized his words, \"is your", "\"Sit down, Dennis. I've sent for you, despite your grounding, for\n two reasons. The first one you already know—your capture of one of", "And then began another type of battle. Hearing the Captain's orders to\n Randall, and noting that no result had been obtained, Scotty Byrnes", "Their nerves were ragged. Days and days of fruitless search for a\n phantom ship that seemed to have vanished from space, and an equally\n elusive pirate whose whereabouts were hidden in the depths of\n fathomless space.", "maneuvered to avoid the beam. Again Koerber's beam lashed out, as he\n sank lower into the looming mass, and again Dennis anticipating the\n maneuver avoided it.", "a trap without specific orders. But to Dennis Brooke, directing the\n chase from the control room, even certain death was welcome, if only he\n could take Koerber with him.", "space. His young, beardless face, with the candid blue eyes went pale\n when the order was given. But presently, Captain Brooke named those who\n were to go beside himself:" ] ]

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[ [ "They lost an hour when crossing into a different time zone.", "Time on this planet does not occur the same way they are used to. ", "They have to take into account getting back to their mother ship and getting it out of the atmosphere during that 13-hour window, as well.", "The planet makes them forget time." ], [ "11", "10", "0", "7" ], [ "They decide to leave the city even though the defense mechanism has not worked for millions of years. Had they gone on, they would have been rich beyond their wildest dreams.", "They do not believe that the defense mechanism will be engaged, so they venture on.", "They feel that even though the city could be defended, they do not feel that it will match the defenses they bring with them, thus proceeding.", "They become afraid that they will be attacked even though this planet has been abandoned for millions of years." ], [ "He cannot be trusted, and the others make him leave.", "He must make contact with the mother ship because one of the others was injured.", "He forgot the camera and has to go back to get it.", "His attitude is bringing the rest of them down, so they make him leave." ], [ "completely dead and worthless for any sort of exploration.", "a machine of some sort.", "full of magical wonders and they must return to the mother ship to let the others know.", "just a typical city." ], [ "Their heart.", "The map.", "Their instincts.", "The passage where water enters and exits the city." ], [ "a book from their home planet.", "The switchboard.", "instructions from those before them.", "seedpods." ], [ "Their souls were set free when they all died on the planet.", "Eating the seedpods transported them back to their ship.", "Wass sacrificed himself by using the switchboard, which released the others.", "Following the route of the water." ] ]

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[ [ "\"Ten hours and forty-five minutes,\" Wass disagreed softly. \"Minus the\n time it takes us to get to the lifeboat, fly to the ship, land, stow", "had, an hour ago, with just thirteen hours left during which a return\n flight could be safely started. So far as was known, this was the only\n city on the planet—the planet without any life at all, save tiny", "\"Going at it blindly, we'd probably execute ourselves.\"\n\n\n \"We've got to—\"\n\n\n \"No!\" Then, more quietly—\"We still have eleven hours to find a way\n out.\"", "\"No. Wass, how much time have we?\"\n\n\n \"The ship leaves in eleven hours.\"", "The men from the ship knew only the surface facts about this waiting\n geometric discovery. Theirs was the eleventh inter-planetary flight,", "and the previous ten, in the time allowed them for exploration while\n this planet was still close enough to their own to permit a safe return\n in their ships, had not spotted the city. But the eleventh expedition", "Eleven levels later Rodney asked, \"How much time have we now?\"\n\n\n \"Seven hours,\" Wass said quietly, \"until take-off.\"", "\"I imagine they had illumination of some sort,\" Martin answered, dryly.\n \"If we don't hurry up and get through this place and back to the ship,\n we're very likely to find out.\"", "Martin made a final effort. \"Rodney, it's still almost nine hours to\n take off. Let's search awhile first. Let this be a last resort.\"", "The three men, clad in their suits and helmets, grouped around the\n six-foot opening, shining their torches down into the thing that\n drifted and eddied directly beneath them.", "\"Eleven hours,\" Rodney repeated. \"Eleven hours!\" He reached out for the\n switch again. Martin swore, stepped forward, pulled him back roughly.", "Martin was in the lead. Wass followed him silently. Rodney, tall,\n matchstick thin, even in his cumbersome suit, swayed with jaunty\n triumph in the rear.", "\"You mean\ndig\nout?\" Martin asked.\n\n\n \"Sure. Why not?\"\n\n\n \"We're wearing heavy suits and bulky breathing units. We have no\n equipment.\"", "\"Pictures,\" Martin decided. \"We have twelve hours. We'll start here.\n What's the matter, Wass?\"", "Then Wass broke his silence, taunting. \"The ship leaves in two hours,\n Martin. Two hours. Hear me, Rodney?\"", "it, get ourselves aboard, and get the big ship away from the planet.\n And Captain Morgan can't wait for us, Martin.\"", "Ahead of them were the other two scoutships from the mother ship.\n Martin called out faintly, pulling Rodney out of the pipe. Crew members\n standing by the scoutships, and at the edge of the city, began to run\n toward them.", "\"In a minute,\" Martin said, too irritably, \"we'll have a sentient\n planet.\" From the corner of his eye he saw Rodney start at that. \"Knock", "\"Seeds!\" Wass exclaimed, his faceplate pressed against the glass.\n\n\n Martin blinked. He thought how little time they had. He wet his lips.", "The going was hard. The dust clung like honey to their feet, and eddied\n and swirled about them until the purifying systems in their suits were\n hard-pressed to remove the fine stuff working in at joints and valves." ], [ "and the previous ten, in the time allowed them for exploration while\n this planet was still close enough to their own to permit a safe return\n in their ships, had not spotted the city. But the eleventh expedition", "had, an hour ago, with just thirteen hours left during which a return\n flight could be safely started. So far as was known, this was the only\n city on the planet—the planet without any life at all, save tiny", "But—The only city, so far as anyone knew, on the first planet they'd\n ever explored. And it had to be like this. Nightmares, Wass said, and", "The men from the ship knew only the surface facts about this waiting\n geometric discovery. Theirs was the eleventh inter-planetary flight,", "Ahead of them were the other two scoutships from the mother ship.\n Martin called out faintly, pulling Rodney out of the pipe. Crew members\n standing by the scoutships, and at the edge of the city, began to run\n toward them.", "Rodney said, \"To search every building next to the dome clean around\n the city would take years.\"\n\n\n Martin nodded. \"But there must be central roads beneath this main level\n leading to them. Up here there are too many roads.\"", "passed doors and arches and windows and separate buildings. They moved\n cautiously across five intersections. And they stood in a square\n surrounded by the tallest buildings in the city.", "Wass ignored that, as Martin hoped he would. He said slowly, \"That\n leads to another idea. If the band around the city is responsible for\n the dome, does it project down into the ground as well?\"", "occurred, and he and his two companions sat and stared in awed silence\n at the city a quarter-mile away.", "\"I imagine they had illumination of some sort,\" Martin answered, dryly.\n \"If we don't hurry up and get through this place and back to the ship,\n we're very likely to find out.\"", "\"Well, they had hands.\" With his torch Wass indicated a small wheel of\n the same metal as everything else in the city, set beside the disk.", "DUST UNTO DUST\nBy LYMAN D. HINCKLEY\nIt was alien but was it dead, this towering, sinister\n\n city of metal that glittered malignantly before the", "An hour later they surfaced about two hundred yards away from the\n edge of the city. Behind them the black pile rose, the dome of force\n shimmering, almost invisible, about it.", "At length the incline melted smoothly into the next level of the city.\n\n\n Martin shined his light upward, and the others followed his example.\n Metal as smooth and featureless as that on which they stood shone down\n on them.", "Martin placed one foot on the metal incline. He angled his torch down,\n picking out shadowy, geometrical shapes, duplicates of the ones on the\n present level. \"We'll find out,\" he said, \"how many there are.\"", "They walked down the ramp and stood together, silent in a dim pool of\n artificial light on the bottom level of the alien city.", "sky, and harsh and black against it, the convoluted earth. And the\n city. Malignant. He wondered, again, what beings would choose to build\n a city—even a city like this one—in such surroundings.", "After a time, Wass said, \"Here, too. How far do you think it goes?\"\n\n\n Martin shrugged. \"Clear around the city? I'd like to know what it\n is—was—for.\"", "Martin ignored the remark. \"Go get it. Rodney and I will be somewhere\n along this street.\"\n\n\n Wass turned away. Martin and Rodney started slowly down the wide metal\n street, at right angles to their path of entrance.", "They moved slowly down the metal avenue, between the twisted shadow\n shapes, looking carefully about them.\n\n\n Rodney paused. \"We might not recognize one.\"" ], [ "Wass ignored that, as Martin hoped he would. He said slowly, \"That\n leads to another idea. If the band around the city is responsible for\n the dome, does it project down into the ground as well?\"", "The three crossed the metal band and walked abreast down a street,\n their broad soft soled boots making no sound on the dull metal. They", "Three feet from the edge of the city Martin stopped and stubbed at the\n sand with the toe of his boot, clearing earth from part of a shining\n metal band.", "Wass said, more quietly, \"Remember that metal band? It's all clear now,\n and glittering, as far as I can see. I can't get across it; it's like a\n glass wall.\"", "The metal street ended eventually in a blank metal wall.\n\n\n The edge of the city—the city which was a dome of force above and a\n bowl of metal below.", "silently. They moved along the metal, past unfamiliar shapes made more\n so by gloom and moving shadows, past doors dancing grotesquely in the\n three lights, past openings in the occasional high metal partitions,", "and the previous ten, in the time allowed them for exploration while\n this planet was still close enough to their own to permit a safe return\n in their ships, had not spotted the city. But the eleventh expedition", "\"Well, they had hands.\" With his torch Wass indicated a small wheel of\n the same metal as everything else in the city, set beside the disk.", "They reached the center of the city, ahead of the small, slight Wass,\n and stood watching him labor along the metal toward them.", "At length the incline melted smoothly into the next level of the city.\n\n\n Martin shined his light upward, and the others followed his example.\n Metal as smooth and featureless as that on which they stood shone down\n on them.", "It was rather like ... entering a gigantic metal beehive.\n\n\n Martin chose an arch, with beyond it a metal ramp, which tilted\n downward, gleaming in the pale circle of his torch.", "plain, and he switched on his flashlight, the other two immediately\n following his example. The walls and the rounded ceiling of the\n corridor were of the same dull metal as the buildings' facades, and", "Martin ignored the remark. \"Go get it. Rodney and I will be somewhere\n along this street.\"\n\n\n Wass turned away. Martin and Rodney started slowly down the wide metal\n street, at right angles to their path of entrance.", "Martin placed one foot on the metal incline. He angled his torch down,\n picking out shadowy, geometrical shapes, duplicates of the ones on the\n present level. \"We'll find out,\" he said, \"how many there are.\"", "But—The only city, so far as anyone knew, on the first planet they'd\n ever explored. And it had to be like this. Nightmares, Wass said, and", "Martin urged him on. \"You know what a man-hole cover looks like.\" He\n added dryly, \"Use your imagination.\"\n\n\n They reached the metal wall at the end of the avenue and paused again,\n uncertain.", "\"I imagine they had illumination of some sort,\" Martin answered, dryly.\n \"If we don't hurry up and get through this place and back to the ship,\n we're very likely to find out.\"", "Martin shook his head. \"No. To be effective, the shield would have to\n cover the city.\"\n\n\n Wass stared down at the metal street, as if he could look through it.\n \"I wonder where it gets its power?\"", "After a time, Wass said, \"Here, too. How far do you think it goes?\"\n\n\n Martin shrugged. \"Clear around the city? I'd like to know what it\n is—was—for.\"", "They moved slowly down the metal avenue, between the twisted shadow\n shapes, looking carefully about them.\n\n\n Rodney paused. \"We might not recognize one.\"" ], [ "After a long time, Wass sighed. \"Well, skipper...?\"\n\n\n \"We go back, I guess,\" Martin said.", "Wass sighed and refused to meet Martin's gaze. Martin looked at him\n disgustedly, and then began to descend the rope, slowly, peering into", "Wass undertook to explain. Why not, after all? Martin asked himself. It\n was in Wass' own interest. In a moment, all three were standing before", "\"Ten hours and forty-five minutes,\" Wass disagreed softly. \"Minus the\n time it takes us to get to the lifeboat, fly to the ship, land, stow", "Rodney began the descent. Looking up, Martin saw Wass above Rodney.\n\n\n \"All right, Wass,\" Martin said quietly, as Rodney released the rope and\n sank into the dust.", "The blond man grinned ruefully. \"I left the camera in the lifeboat.\"\n There was a pause. Then Wass, defensively—\"It's almost as if the city\n didn't want to be photographed.\"", "Martin anchored the rope soundly, and paused, half across the lip\n of the hatch to stare coldly at Wass. \"You'd rather monkey with the\n switches and blow yourself to smithereens?\"", "\"Skipper,\" Wass said carefully, \"if we don't get out of this place by\n the deadline we may be eating these.\"", "The grate groaned upward and stopped.\n\n\n Wass babbled incoherently into the radio for a moment, and then he\n began to scream.\n\n\n Martin switched off his radio, sick.", "Martin was in the lead. Wass followed him silently. Rodney, tall,\n matchstick thin, even in his cumbersome suit, swayed with jaunty\n triumph in the rear.", "Their radios recorded Rodney's gasp. Then—\"Martin! Martin! I think\n I've found something!\"\n\n\n Martin began to run. After a moment's hesitation, Wass swung in behind\n him.", "Wass looked at him shrewdly. \"Neither were the—well, shall we call\n them, people? Have you noticed how low everything is?\"", "Then Wass broke his silence, taunting. \"The ship leaves in two hours,\n Martin. Two hours. Hear me, Rodney?\"", "Wass, blond and slight, with enough nose for three or four men,\n unbuckled his safety belt and stood up. \"Shall we, gentlemen?\" and with\n a graceful movement of hand and arm he indicated the waiting city.", "\"No go,\" Martin said to Wass. He bit at his lower lip. \"I think it must\n be all around us.\" He was silent for a time, exploring the consequences", "Wass' face, Martin saw, was sober. \"I tried to call the ship. No luck.\"\n\n\n \"The shield?\"\n\n\n Wass nodded. \"What else?\"", "\"Martin!\" Wass' voice came through the receivers in both their radios.\n \"Martin, I can't get out!\"\nRodney mumbled something, and Martin told him to shut up.", "Wass said, more quietly, \"Remember that metal band? It's all clear now,\n and glittering, as far as I can see. I can't get across it; it's like a\n glass wall.\"", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nMartin set the lifeboat down carefully, with all the attention one\n usually exercises in a situation where the totally unexpected has", "Rodney leaned forward and looked over the edge of the hatch. He said\n nothing. He eyed the sparkling particles swirling about Martin, and\n now, himself.\n\n\n \"How deep,\" Wass said, from his safe distance." ], [ "But—The only city, so far as anyone knew, on the first planet they'd\n ever explored. And it had to be like this. Nightmares, Wass said, and", "and the previous ten, in the time allowed them for exploration while\n this planet was still close enough to their own to permit a safe return\n in their ships, had not spotted the city. But the eleventh expedition", "Ahead of them were the other two scoutships from the mother ship.\n Martin called out faintly, pulling Rodney out of the pipe. Crew members\n standing by the scoutships, and at the edge of the city, began to run\n toward them.", "Rodney's gulp was clearly audible through the radio receivers. \"Here?\"\n\n\n \"No, no,\" Martin answered impatiently, \"not just here. I mean the whole\n city.\"", "had, an hour ago, with just thirteen hours left during which a return\n flight could be safely started. So far as was known, this was the only\n city on the planet—the planet without any life at all, save tiny", "Wass, blond and slight, with enough nose for three or four men,\n unbuckled his safety belt and stood up. \"Shall we, gentlemen?\" and with\n a graceful movement of hand and arm he indicated the waiting city.", "The blond man grinned ruefully. \"I left the camera in the lifeboat.\"\n There was a pause. Then Wass, defensively—\"It's almost as if the city\n didn't want to be photographed.\"", "occurred, and he and his two companions sat and stared in awed silence\n at the city a quarter-mile away.", "\"I imagine they had illumination of some sort,\" Martin answered, dryly.\n \"If we don't hurry up and get through this place and back to the ship,\n we're very likely to find out.\"", "He straightened his shoulders. The city was alien, of course, and that\n explained most of it ... most of it. But he felt the black city was\n something familiar, yet twisted and distorted.", "The three men, clad in their suits and helmets, grouped around the\n six-foot opening, shining their torches down into the thing that\n drifted and eddied directly beneath them.", "of this. Then—\"We'll meet you in the middle of the city, where we\n separated.\"", "An hour later they surfaced about two hundred yards away from the\n edge of the city. Behind them the black pile rose, the dome of force\n shimmering, almost invisible, about it.", "come to associate with the city builders. The three torches, shining\n through the arch, picked out a bank of buttons, handles ... and a thick\n rope of cables which ran upward to vanish unexpectedly in the metal", "silently. They moved along the metal, past unfamiliar shapes made more\n so by gloom and moving shadows, past doors dancing grotesquely in the\n three lights, past openings in the occasional high metal partitions,", "Martin was in the lead. Wass followed him silently. Rodney, tall,\n matchstick thin, even in his cumbersome suit, swayed with jaunty\n triumph in the rear.", "sky, and harsh and black against it, the convoluted earth. And the\n city. Malignant. He wondered, again, what beings would choose to build\n a city—even a city like this one—in such surroundings.", "\"Is this it,\" Wass murmured, \"or an auxiliary?\"\n\n\n Martin shrugged. \"The whole city's no more than a machine, apparently.\"", "passed doors and arches and windows and separate buildings. They moved\n cautiously across five intersections. And they stood in a square\n surrounded by the tallest buildings in the city.", "surface level, how the city itself looked when they were landing, and\n then when they were walking toward it. The dream was gone again for\n now. Idealism died in him, again and again, yet it was always reborn." ], [ "After a long time, Wass sighed. \"Well, skipper...?\"\n\n\n \"We go back, I guess,\" Martin said.", "\"Going at it blindly, we'd probably execute ourselves.\"\n\n\n \"We've got to—\"\n\n\n \"No!\" Then, more quietly—\"We still have eleven hours to find a way\n out.\"", "Their radios recorded Rodney's gasp. Then—\"Martin! Martin! I think\n I've found something!\"\n\n\n Martin began to run. After a moment's hesitation, Wass swung in behind\n him.", "Ahead of them were the other two scoutships from the mother ship.\n Martin called out faintly, pulling Rodney out of the pipe. Crew members\n standing by the scoutships, and at the edge of the city, began to run\n toward them.", "Martin was in the lead. Wass followed him silently. Rodney, tall,\n matchstick thin, even in his cumbersome suit, swayed with jaunty\n triumph in the rear.", "\"I imagine they had illumination of some sort,\" Martin answered, dryly.\n \"If we don't hurry up and get through this place and back to the ship,\n we're very likely to find out.\"", "\"Skipper,\" Wass said carefully, \"if we don't get out of this place by\n the deadline we may be eating these.\"", "silently. They moved along the metal, past unfamiliar shapes made more\n so by gloom and moving shadows, past doors dancing grotesquely in the\n three lights, past openings in the occasional high metal partitions,", "Rodney jerked his head negatively. \"No. Now, I know you, Martin.\n Postpone and postpone until it's too late, and the ship leaves without", "\"No. Wass, how much time have we?\"\n\n\n \"The ship leaves in eleven hours.\"", "plain, and he switched on his flashlight, the other two immediately\n following his example. The walls and the rounded ceiling of the\n corridor were of the same dull metal as the buildings' facades, and", "\"Down below, probably. If there is a down below.\" Martin hesitated. \"We\n may have to....\"\n\n\n \"What?\" Rodney prompted.\n\n\n Martin shrugged. \"Let's look.\"", "\"Ten hours and forty-five minutes,\" Wass disagreed softly. \"Minus the\n time it takes us to get to the lifeboat, fly to the ship, land, stow", "Martin stood up. \"Let's try farther on. Rodney, radio the ship, tell\n them we're going in.\"\n\n\n Rodney nodded.", "it, get ourselves aboard, and get the big ship away from the planet.\n And Captain Morgan can't wait for us, Martin.\"", "\"We'll have to lower a flashlight,\" Martin answered.\n\n\n Rodney, all eagerness to be of assistance now, lowered a rope with a\n torch swinging wildly on the end of it.", "\"Defense,\" Rodney, several yards behind, suggested.\n\n\n \"Could be,\" Martin said. \"Let's go in.\"", "\"No go,\" Martin said to Wass. He bit at his lower lip. \"I think it must\n be all around us.\" He was silent for a time, exploring the consequences", "He directed his flashlight at Rodney's thin, pale face. \"What do you\n think you're doing?\"\n\n\n \"We have to find out what all this stuff's for!\"", "Rodney stood up, backing away from the closed hatch. He held his gun\n loosely, and his hand shook. \"Then prove it. Open it again.\"" ], [ "\"Going at it blindly, we'd probably execute ourselves.\"\n\n\n \"We've got to—\"\n\n\n \"No!\" Then, more quietly—\"We still have eleven hours to find a way\n out.\"", "A grate.\n\n\n Rodney stared. \"Wass!\" he shouted. \"We've found a way out!\"", "\"I imagine they had illumination of some sort,\" Martin answered, dryly.\n \"If we don't hurry up and get through this place and back to the ship,\n we're very likely to find out.\"", "\"Skipper,\" Wass said carefully, \"if we don't get out of this place by\n the deadline we may be eating these.\"", "Their radios recorded Rodney's gasp. Then—\"Martin! Martin! I think\n I've found something!\"\n\n\n Martin began to run. After a moment's hesitation, Wass swung in behind\n him.", "After a long time, Wass sighed. \"Well, skipper...?\"\n\n\n \"We go back, I guess,\" Martin said.", "The three men, clad in their suits and helmets, grouped around the\n six-foot opening, shining their torches down into the thing that\n drifted and eddied directly beneath them.", "The men from the ship knew only the surface facts about this waiting\n geometric discovery. Theirs was the eleventh inter-planetary flight,", "us and we're stranded here to eat seeds and gradually dehydrate\n ourselves and God only knows what else and—\"", "silently. They moved along the metal, past unfamiliar shapes made more\n so by gloom and moving shadows, past doors dancing grotesquely in the\n three lights, past openings in the occasional high metal partitions,", "He directed his flashlight at Rodney's thin, pale face. \"What do you\n think you're doing?\"\n\n\n \"We have to find out what all this stuff's for!\"", "it, get ourselves aboard, and get the big ship away from the planet.\n And Captain Morgan can't wait for us, Martin.\"", "\"We'll have to lower a flashlight,\" Martin answered.\n\n\n Rodney, all eagerness to be of assistance now, lowered a rope with a\n torch swinging wildly on the end of it.", "Martin raised his arm tensely. \"Opening a seed bank doesn't help us\n find a way out of here.\" He started up the ramp. \"Besides, we've no\n water.\"", "\"... The reservoirs, Wass. The pattern will still be here for later\n expeditions to study. So will we if we don't find a way to get out.\"", "plain, and he switched on his flashlight, the other two immediately\n following his example. The walls and the rounded ceiling of the\n corridor were of the same dull metal as the buildings' facades, and", "Martin was in the lead. Wass followed him silently. Rodney, tall,\n matchstick thin, even in his cumbersome suit, swayed with jaunty\n triumph in the rear.", "Ahead of them were the other two scoutships from the mother ship.\n Martin called out faintly, pulling Rodney out of the pipe. Crew members\n standing by the scoutships, and at the edge of the city, began to run\n toward them.", "Rodney stood up, backing away from the closed hatch. He held his gun\n loosely, and his hand shook. \"Then prove it. Open it again.\"", "Martin anchored the rope soundly, and paused, half across the lip\n of the hatch to stare coldly at Wass. \"You'd rather monkey with the\n switches and blow yourself to smithereens?\"" ], [ "There was silence again, the silence of almost-exhausted determination.\n The two men lifted their feet out of the dust, and then laboriously\n plunged forward, to sink again to the knees, repeated the act, times\n without number.", "\"Going at it blindly, we'd probably execute ourselves.\"\n\n\n \"We've got to—\"\n\n\n \"No!\" Then, more quietly—\"We still have eleven hours to find a way\n out.\"", "A grate.\n\n\n Rodney stared. \"Wass!\" he shouted. \"We've found a way out!\"", "Wass undertook to explain. Why not, after all? Martin asked himself. It\n was in Wass' own interest. In a moment, all three were standing before", "The three advanced to the end of the central corridor, pausing before a\n great arch, outlined in the too-careful geometrical figures Martin had", "The slight, blond man stood unmoving. \"I'm with you, Martin, but, as\n a last resort it might be better to be blown sky high than to die\n gradually—\"", "After a long time, Wass sighed. \"Well, skipper...?\"\n\n\n \"We go back, I guess,\" Martin said.", "Martin said, \"Not necessarily. You go the way the wind does, always\n thinking of your own tender hide, of course.\"", "\"Not me,\" the answer came back quickly. \"You two fools go your way,\n I'll go mine.\"\n\n\n \"Wass!\"", "silently. They moved along the metal, past unfamiliar shapes made more\n so by gloom and moving shadows, past doors dancing grotesquely in the\n three lights, past openings in the occasional high metal partitions,", "An hour later they surfaced about two hundred yards away from the\n edge of the city. Behind them the black pile rose, the dome of force\n shimmering, almost invisible, about it.", "\"We couldn't do anything for him.\"\n\n\n Rodney's face was white and drawn. \"But he did this for us.\"\n\n\n \"So he did,\" Martin said, very quietly.", "Martin was in the lead. Wass followed him silently. Rodney, tall,\n matchstick thin, even in his cumbersome suit, swayed with jaunty\n triumph in the rear.", "Wass sighed and refused to meet Martin's gaze. Martin looked at him\n disgustedly, and then began to descend the rope, slowly, peering into", "passed doors and arches and windows and separate buildings. They moved\n cautiously across five intersections. And they stood in a square\n surrounded by the tallest buildings in the city.", "Wass, blond and slight, with enough nose for three or four men,\n unbuckled his safety belt and stood up. \"Shall we, gentlemen?\" and with\n a graceful movement of hand and arm he indicated the waiting city.", "\"Well....\" Rodney turned quickly toward the black arch. \"Let's get out\n of here, then!\"", "The three crossed the metal band and walked abreast down a street,\n their broad soft soled boots making no sound on the dull metal. They", "Rodney began the descent. Looking up, Martin saw Wass above Rodney.\n\n\n \"All right, Wass,\" Martin said quietly, as Rodney released the rope and\n sank into the dust.", "Their radios recorded Rodney's gasp. Then—\"Martin! Martin! I think\n I've found something!\"\n\n\n Martin began to run. After a moment's hesitation, Wass swung in behind\n him." ] ]

[ "How many people were living on the moon before the relief ship arrived?", "How did Chapman feel about the moon?", "Why was Dixon staying longer on the moon?", "How long had Dahl been on the moon?", "Who does Chapman want to visit when he returns to Earth?", "How did Klein feel about leaving his wife to go to the moon?", "Why does Chapman always inspect the men's equipment before they go outside?", "Why did Chapman feel embarrassed?", "How many different people tried to talk Chapman into staying on the moon?", "How much longer did they want Chapman to stay on the moon?" ]

[ [ "5", "4", "6", "7" ], [ "He liked it there", "He was glad to have the opportunity to stay longer", "He couldn't wait to leave", "He would stay longer for more money" ], [ "He was dead", "He would stay longer for double his salary", "He would stay in Chapman's place", "He wanted to stay forever" ], [ "1 year", "6 months", "1 year, 6 months", "3 years" ], [ "no one - he wants to sit alone in a room over Times Square", "his wife", "Ginny", "his mother" ], [ "He felt bad she threw a fit about it", "He spent a lot of time sitting and thinking about her", "He didn't want to leave but was motivated by the pay", "He knew she was happy to see him go" ], [ "He doesn't want them to join Dixon", "He's gone a little crazy from being on the moon too long", "It's his assigned duty", "He doesn't think they can look after themselves" ], [ "He shared that he wanted to go to a burlesque house", "He shared how much he missed people", "He shared that he wanted to be naked outdoors", "He told his coworker about his girlfriend" ], [ "5", "2", "3", "4" ], [ "3 years", "1.5 years", "forever", "6 years" ] ]

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[ [ "The others started lacing up their bunks, getting ready for their last\n day of work on the Moon. In a few hours they'd be relieved by members\n of the Third research group and they'd be on their way back to Earth.", "\"I talked to them on the last call,\" Chapman said. \"The relief ship\n left there twelve hours ago. They should get here\"—he looked at his\n watch—\"in about six and a half hours.\"", "be too late after the relief ship leaves. It'll be easier to give the\n captain your report than try to radio it back to Earth from here.\"", "\"They wanted me to stay until the next relief ship lands,\" Chapman\n whispered back.\n\n\n \"What did you say?\"\n\n\n He shrugged. \"No.\"", "\"Well, don't let it throw you. They've never been here on the Moon.\n They don't know what it's like. All they're trying to do is get a good\n man to stay on the job a while longer.\"", "One of the men separated from the group and came over to Chapman. He\n held out his hand and said, \"My name's Eberlein. Captain of the relief\n ship. I understand you're in charge here?\"", "He moistened his lips slightly. \"Do—do you think they'll ever have\n relief ships up here more often than every eighteen months, Chap? I\n mean, considering the advance of—\"", "Three years on the Moon and they thought he'd be glad to stay for more.\n Just raise his salary or give him a bonus, the every-man-has-his-price\n idea. They probably thought he liked it there.", "\"He died,\" Chapman said. \"He was a good kid, all wrapped up in science.\n Being on the Moon was the opportunity of a lifetime. He thought so much", "He walked silently to the one small, quartz window in the room. It was\n morning—the Moon's \"morning\"—and he shivered slightly. The rays of", "\"You know, Chap,\" Donley said, \"it won't seem like the same old Moon\n without you on it. Why, we'll look at it when we're out spooning or\n something and it just won't have the same old appeal.\"", "ropes, you have to watch them to see that they stay alive in spite of\n themselves. The Moon's a new environment and you have to learn how to", "That's what happened to guys like Dixon, Chapman thought. On the Moon,\n one mistake could use up your whole quota of chances.", "it was better they should take their samples and data back to Earth\n when the first relief ship came.\"", "But he checked his suit for leaks and tested the valve of his tank\n before he left.\nOnly Klein and Chapman were left in the bunker. Klein was at the work\n table, carefully labeling some lichen specimens.", "\"No, you should know that. I came as the pilot of the first ship. We\n made the bunker out of parts of the ship so there wasn't anything to", "he saw the ship first. \"Well, whaddya know!\" he shouted. \"We got\n company!\" He dashed for his suit. Dowden and Bening piled after him and\n all three started for the lock.", "He had just locked the bag when he heard the rumble of the airlock and\n the soft hiss of air. Somebody had come back earlier than expected. He", "port of the rocket had opened and tiny figures were climbing down the\n ladder. The small figures from the bunker reached them and did a short\n jig of welcome. Then the figures linked arms and started back. Chapman", "only half a mile to the relief rocket, so somebody would probably have\n got to him in time, but.... He bit his lips and got a full tank." ], [ "\"You know, Chap,\" Donley said, \"it won't seem like the same old Moon\n without you on it. Why, we'll look at it when we're out spooning or\n something and it just won't have the same old appeal.\"", "\"He died,\" Chapman said. \"He was a good kid, all wrapped up in science.\n Being on the Moon was the opportunity of a lifetime. He thought so much", "Chapman sympathized. If he had had any sense, he'd have tried to\n smuggle something like that up to the Moon instead of his phonograph.", "Chapman thought a minute. \"I think I miss the sky,\" he said quietly.\n \"The blue sky and the green grass and trees with leaves on them that", "He walked silently to the one small, quartz window in the room. It was\n morning—the Moon's \"morning\"—and he shivered slightly. The rays of", "And that includes me, Chapman thought. I'm going home. I'm finally\n going home.", "That's what happened to guys like Dixon, Chapman thought. On the Moon,\n one mistake could use up your whole quota of chances.", "Chapman felt tired. The good feeling he had about going home was slowly\n evaporating.", "Chapman was at the port again, staring out at the bleak landscape. \"We\n hope to.\"\n\n\n \"Settle down in a small cottage and raise lots of little Chapmans, eh?\"", "\"They wanted me to stay until the next relief ship lands,\" Chapman\n whispered back.\n\n\n \"What did you say?\"\n\n\n He shrugged. \"No.\"", "He was fumbling it badly, Chapman thought.\n\n\n \"You wanted to trade places with me, didn't you, Bob? You thought I\n might stay for stopover again, in your place?\"", "Chapman was standing in front of it. \"Check your suits,\" he said\n softly. \"Just be sure to check.\"", "The others chimed in and Chapman grinned. Yesterday or a week ago they\n couldn't have done it. He had been there too long and he had hated it\n too much.", "Klein had gone out in a last search for rock lichens and Chapman\n enjoyed one of his relatively few moments of privacy. He wandered over", "\"Well, yes, more or less. Oh, God, Chap, I know you want to go home!\n But I couldn't ask any of the others; you were the only one who could,", "And the time went faster when you kept busy.\nChapman stopped them at the lock. \"Remember to check your suits for\n leaks,\" he warned. \"And check the valves of your oxygen tanks.\"", "It still didn't add, not quite. \"You know I don't like it here any more\n than you do,\" Chapman said slowly. \"I may have commitments at home,\n too. What made you think I would change my mind?\"", "\"I don't know,\" Chapman said slowly. \"I guess I was trying not to think\n of that. I suppose none of us have. We've been like little kids who", "ropes, you have to watch them to see that they stay alive in spite of\n themselves. The Moon's a new environment and you have to learn how to", "Way Back Home by Al Lewis.\nThey ran through it twice. They were beginning to feel it now, Chapman\n thought. They were going to go home in a little while and the idea was\n just starting to sink in." ], [ "Three years on the Moon and they thought he'd be glad to stay for more.\n Just raise his salary or give him a bonus, the every-man-has-his-price\n idea. They probably thought he liked it there.", "\"Well, don't let it throw you. They've never been here on the Moon.\n They don't know what it's like. All they're trying to do is get a good\n man to stay on the job a while longer.\"", "That's what happened to guys like Dixon, Chapman thought. On the Moon,\n one mistake could use up your whole quota of chances.", "He frowned when he thought of Dixon and slid back the catch on the top\n of the bag and locked it. They should never have sent a kid like Dixon\n to the Moon.", "\"He died,\" Chapman said. \"He was a good kid, all wrapped up in science.\n Being on the Moon was the opportunity of a lifetime. He thought so much", "No, Chapman thought, some of us aren't going back. You aren't. And\n Dixon's staying, too. Only Dixon isn't ever going back.", "Three years on the Moon and they didn't want him to come back.", "\"You know, Chap,\" Donley said, \"it won't seem like the same old Moon\n without you on it. Why, we'll look at it when we're out spooning or\n something and it just won't have the same old appeal.\"", "The others started lacing up their bunks, getting ready for their last\n day of work on the Moon. In a few hours they'd be relieved by members\n of the Third research group and they'd be on their way back to Earth.", "\"They wanted me to stay until the next relief ship lands,\" Chapman\n whispered back.\n\n\n \"What did you say?\"\n\n\n He shrugged. \"No.\"", "ropes, you have to watch them to see that they stay alive in spite of\n themselves. The Moon's a new environment and you have to learn how to", "be too late after the relief ship leaves. It'll be easier to give the\n captain your report than try to radio it back to Earth from here.\"", "fixed. We would make it worth your while, Chap.\" He was feverish. \"It\n would mean eighteen more months, Chap, but they'd be well-paid months!\"", "He walked silently to the one small, quartz window in the room. It was\n morning—the Moon's \"morning\"—and he shivered slightly. The rays of", "\"Why the hell don't you guys shut up until morning?\" Dahl was awake,\n looking bitter. \"Some of us still have to stay here, you know. Some of\n us aren't going back today.\"", "Dahl. He had gone out to help Dowden on the Schmidt telescope. Maybe\n Dowden hadn't needed any help, with Bening along. Or more likely,\n considering the circumstances, Dahl wasn't much good at helping anybody\n today.", "\"Chap, you know, I've been thinking,\" Donley said quietly. \"You've\n been here just twice as long as the rest of us. What's the first thing\n you're going to do once you get back?\"", "\"Bob Dahl is staying for stopover. If there's something important about\n the project or impending changes, perhaps you'd better tell him before\n you go.\"\n\n\n He walked away.", "double your salary—maybe even a bonus in addition—and let you have\n full charge. You'd be Director of the Luna Laboratories.\"", "go back on. I'm a good mechanic and I made myself useful with the\n machinery. When it occurred to us that somebody was going to have to\n stay over, I volunteered. I thought the others were so important that" ], [ "The others started lacing up their bunks, getting ready for their last\n day of work on the Moon. In a few hours they'd be relieved by members\n of the Third research group and they'd be on their way back to Earth.", "Dahl. He had gone out to help Dowden on the Schmidt telescope. Maybe\n Dowden hadn't needed any help, with Bening along. Or more likely,\n considering the circumstances, Dahl wasn't much good at helping anybody\n today.", "\"Well, don't let it throw you. They've never been here on the Moon.\n They don't know what it's like. All they're trying to do is get a good\n man to stay on the job a while longer.\"", "\"He died,\" Chapman said. \"He was a good kid, all wrapped up in science.\n Being on the Moon was the opportunity of a lifetime. He thought so much", "That's what happened to guys like Dixon, Chapman thought. On the Moon,\n one mistake could use up your whole quota of chances.", "\"You know, Chap,\" Donley said, \"it won't seem like the same old Moon\n without you on it. Why, we'll look at it when we're out spooning or\n something and it just won't have the same old appeal.\"", "Three years on the Moon and they thought he'd be glad to stay for more.\n Just raise his salary or give him a bonus, the every-man-has-his-price\n idea. They probably thought he liked it there.", "He walked silently to the one small, quartz window in the room. It was\n morning—the Moon's \"morning\"—and he shivered slightly. The rays of", "He frowned when he thought of Dixon and slid back the catch on the top\n of the bag and locked it. They should never have sent a kid like Dixon\n to the Moon.", "Three years on the Moon and they didn't want him to come back.", "Dahl took the plunge. \"Well, you see,\" he started eagerly, too far gone\n to remember such a thing as pride, \"you know my father's pretty well", "ropes, you have to watch them to see that they stay alive in spite of\n themselves. The Moon's a new environment and you have to learn how to", "\"Why the hell don't you guys shut up until morning?\" Dahl was awake,\n looking bitter. \"Some of us still have to stay here, you know. Some of\n us aren't going back today.\"", "Dahl stripped off his suit. His face was covered with light beads of\n sweat and his eyes were frightened.", "Klein jerked his thumb toward Dahl's bunk, held a finger to his lips,\n and walked noiselessly over to the small electric stove. It was his day\n for breakfast duty.", "He hadn't actually needed to pack, of course. In less than twenty-four\n hours he'd be back on Earth where he could drown himself in toothpaste", "were still hanging on the bulkhead. Klein lowered his coffee cup and\n looked grave. Even Dahl glanced up expectantly.", "He felt sorrier for Dahl than he could ever remember having felt for\n anybody. Long after going home, Dahl would remember this.\n\n\n It would eat at him like a cancer.", "\"I talked to them on the last call,\" Chapman said. \"The relief ship\n left there twelve hours ago. They should get here\"—he looked at his\n watch—\"in about six and a half hours.\"", "the only one who was qualified!\"\nDahl looked as though he was going to be sick. Chapman tried to recall\n all he knew about him. Dahl, Robert. Good mathematician. Graduate from" ], [ "And that includes me, Chapman thought. I'm going home. I'm finally\n going home.", "Chapman thought a minute. \"I think I miss the sky,\" he said quietly.\n \"The blue sky and the green grass and trees with leaves on them that", "\"They wanted me to stay until the next relief ship lands,\" Chapman\n whispered back.\n\n\n \"What did you say?\"\n\n\n He shrugged. \"No.\"", "\"You know, Chap,\" Donley said, \"it won't seem like the same old Moon\n without you on it. Why, we'll look at it when we're out spooning or\n something and it just won't have the same old appeal.\"", "\"Well, yes, more or less. Oh, God, Chap, I know you want to go home!\n But I couldn't ask any of the others; you were the only one who could,", "Chapman was at the port again, staring out at the bleak landscape. \"We\n hope to.\"\n\n\n \"Settle down in a small cottage and raise lots of little Chapmans, eh?\"", "\"He died,\" Chapman said. \"He was a good kid, all wrapped up in science.\n Being on the Moon was the opportunity of a lifetime. He thought so much", "\"Chap, you know, I've been thinking,\" Donley said quietly. \"You've\n been here just twice as long as the rest of us. What's the first thing\n you're going to do once you get back?\"", "He was fumbling it badly, Chapman thought.\n\n\n \"You wanted to trade places with me, didn't you, Bob? You thought I\n might stay for stopover again, in your place?\"", "Way Back Home by Al Lewis.\nThey ran through it twice. They were beginning to feel it now, Chapman\n thought. They were going to go home in a little while and the idea was\n just starting to sink in.", "\"\nAll\nthey're trying to do,\" Chapman said sarcastically. \"They've got\n a fat chance.\"\n\n\n \"They think you've found a home here,\" Donley said.", "It still didn't add, not quite. \"You know I don't like it here any more\n than you do,\" Chapman said slowly. \"I may have commitments at home,\n too. What made you think I would change my mind?\"", "Chapman felt tired. The good feeling he had about going home was slowly\n evaporating.", "\"I talked to them on the last call,\" Chapman said. \"The relief ship\n left there twelve hours ago. They should get here\"—he looked at his\n watch—\"in about six and a half hours.\"", "Chapman sympathized. If he had had any sense, he'd have tried to\n smuggle something like that up to the Moon instead of his phonograph.", "\"You might say I'm in charge here,\" Chapman said.\n\n\n \"Well, look, Mr. Chapman, is there any place where we can talk together\n privately?\"", "No, Chapman thought, some of us aren't going back. You aren't. And\n Dixon's staying, too. Only Dixon isn't ever going back.", "engaged back home. Really nice girl, Chap, you'd like her if you knew\n her.\" He fumbled in his pocket and found a photograph and put it on", "Lord, Chapman thought, I'll be happy when I can see some other faces.\n\n\n \"What'd they want?\" Klein had one eyelid open and a questioning look on\n his face.", "\"Nothing very spectacular,\" Chapman said, smiling. \"I'm going to rent\n a room over Times Square, get a recording of a rikky-tik piano, and" ], [ "Klein looked solemn. \"Like Dick, I'll first get rid of my obligations\n to the expedition. Then I think I'll go home and see my wife.\"", "Klein held up his hands. \"Look, Chap, I didn't mean you should stay. I\n know how much you hate it and the time you put in up here. It's just—\"", "\"You know, Chap,\" Donley said, \"it won't seem like the same old Moon\n without you on it. Why, we'll look at it when we're out spooning or\n something and it just won't have the same old appeal.\"", "\"He died,\" Chapman said. \"He was a good kid, all wrapped up in science.\n Being on the Moon was the opportunity of a lifetime. He thought so much", "\"Think we ought to radio the space station and see if they've left\n there yet?\" Klein asked.", "But he checked his suit for leaks and tested the valve of his tank\n before he left.\nOnly Klein and Chapman were left in the bunker. Klein was at the work\n table, carefully labeling some lichen specimens.", "He frowned when he thought of Dixon and slid back the catch on the top\n of the bag and locked it. They should never have sent a kid like Dixon\n to the Moon.", "Klein didn't look up. \"There wasn't much sense in talking about it. You\n just get to thinking and wanting—and there's nothing you can do about\n it. You talk about it and it just makes it worse.\"", "Klein nodded in agreement. \"I haven't been here three years like you\n have, but I think I know what you mean.\" He warmed up to it as the idea\n sank in. \"Just what the hell\nare\nyou going to do?\"", "The others started lacing up their bunks, getting ready for their last\n day of work on the Moon. In a few hours they'd be relieved by members\n of the Third research group and they'd be on their way back to Earth.", "Three years on the Moon and they thought he'd be glad to stay for more.\n Just raise his salary or give him a bonus, the every-man-has-his-price\n idea. They probably thought he liked it there.", "to himself. Julius Klein, with that look of ineffable happiness on his\n face, looked as if he had just squirmed under the tent to his personal\n idea of heaven. Donley and Bening were lying perfectly still, their", "\"Well, don't let it throw you. They've never been here on the Moon.\n They don't know what it's like. All they're trying to do is get a good\n man to stay on the job a while longer.\"", "\"Same reason you didn't mention your wife. You get to thinking about\n it.\"\n\n\n Klein flipped the lid on the specimen box. \"Going to get married when\n you get back?\"", "He walked silently to the one small, quartz window in the room. It was\n morning—the Moon's \"morning\"—and he shivered slightly. The rays of", "Chapman nodded.\n\n\n \"That's the only future,\" Klein said.\n\n\n He put away the box and came over to the port. Chapman moved over so\n they both could look out.", "Chapman sympathized. If he had had any sense, he'd have tried to\n smuggle something like that up to the Moon instead of his phonograph.", "\"No, she didn't make any fuss. But I don't think she liked to see me\n go, either.\" He laughed a little. \"At least I hope she didn't.\"", "\"Got a girl back home?\" Klein asked almost casually.\n\n\n \"Yes.\"\n\n\n \"You're not like Dahl. You've never mentioned it.\"", "Klein had gone out in a last search for rock lichens and Chapman\n enjoyed one of his relatively few moments of privacy. He wandered over" ], [ "Chapman was standing in front of it. \"Check your suits,\" he said\n softly. \"Just be sure to check.\"", "\"And I'd check you five hundred more,\" Chapman said. \"It takes only\n one mistake. And watch out for blisters under the pumice crust. You go\n through one of those and that's it, brother.\"", "And the time went faster when you kept busy.\nChapman stopped them at the lock. \"Remember to check your suits for\n leaks,\" he warned. \"And check the valves of your oxygen tanks.\"", "Some of the men in the Third had their luggage with them. One of\n them—a husky, red-faced kid named Williams—was opening a box about a\n foot square and six inches deep. Chapman watched him curiously.", "But he checked his suit for leaks and tested the valve of his tank\n before he left.\nOnly Klein and Chapman were left in the bunker. Klein was at the work\n table, carefully labeling some lichen specimens.", "\"You might say I'm in charge here,\" Chapman said.\n\n\n \"Well, look, Mr. Chapman, is there any place where we can talk together\n privately?\"", "They walked over to one corner of the bunker. \"This is about as private\n as we can get, captain,\" Chapman said. \"What's on your mind?\"", "Donley sighed. \"Chap, you watch us like an old mother hen. You see we\n check our suits, you settle our arguments, you see that we're not bored", "Chapman and the others crowded around and suddenly Donley leaned over\n and took a deep breath. In the box, covering a thick layer of ordinary", "\"Oh, what the hell, Chap!\" Donley started angrily. Then he shut up and\n went over his suit. He got to his tank and turned white. Empty. It was", "One of the men separated from the group and came over to Chapman. He\n held out his hand and said, \"My name's Eberlein. Captain of the relief\n ship. I understand you're in charge here?\"", "to his bunk and opened his barracks bag. He checked the underwear and\n his toothbrush and shaving kit for maybe the hundredth time and pushed\n the clothing down farther in the canvas. It was foolish because the", "Chapman cut off a single blade with his fingernail and put it between\n his lips. It had been years since he had seen grass and had the luxury", "Chapman thought a minute. \"I think I miss the sky,\" he said quietly.\n \"The blue sky and the green grass and trees with leaves on them that", "And that includes me, Chapman thought. I'm going home. I'm finally\n going home.", "Chapman was at the port again, staring out at the bleak landscape. \"We\n hope to.\"\n\n\n \"Settle down in a small cottage and raise lots of little Chapmans, eh?\"", "\"Well, yes, more or less. Oh, God, Chap, I know you want to go home!\n But I couldn't ask any of the others; you were the only one who could,", "\"\nAll\nthey're trying to do,\" Chapman said sarcastically. \"They've got\n a fat chance.\"\n\n\n \"They think you've found a home here,\" Donley said.", "The older man smiled. \"Still the reluctant heroes,\" he said, somewhat\n to himself.\nChapman stared at the radio key.", "\"I talked to them on the last call,\" Chapman said. \"The relief ship\n left there twelve hours ago. They should get here\"—he looked at his\n watch—\"in about six and a half hours.\"" ], [ "He was fumbling it badly, Chapman thought.\n\n\n \"You wanted to trade places with me, didn't you, Bob? You thought I\n might stay for stopover again, in your place?\"", "Chapman felt tired. The good feeling he had about going home was slowly\n evaporating.", "The others chimed in and Chapman grinned. Yesterday or a week ago they\n couldn't have done it. He had been there too long and he had hated it\n too much.", "It still didn't add, not quite. \"You know I don't like it here any more\n than you do,\" Chapman said slowly. \"I may have commitments at home,\n too. What made you think I would change my mind?\"", "\"I don't know,\" Chapman said slowly. \"I guess I was trying not to think\n of that. I suppose none of us have. We've been like little kids who", "And that includes me, Chapman thought. I'm going home. I'm finally\n going home.", "\"Well, yes, more or less. Oh, God, Chap, I know you want to go home!\n But I couldn't ask any of the others; you were the only one who could,", "\"I never knew you were married,\" Chapman said.", "There was a silence and then the key stammered once more in a sudden\n fit of bureaucratic rage. Chapman stuffed a rag under it and ignored", "\"They wanted me to stay until the next relief ship lands,\" Chapman\n whispered back.\n\n\n \"What did you say?\"\n\n\n He shrugged. \"No.\"", "The captain noticed the pronoun. \"Well, that's one of the reasons why\n I wanted to talk to you, Chapman. The Commission talked it over and", "They walked over to one corner of the bunker. \"This is about as private\n as we can get, captain,\" Chapman said. \"What's on your mind?\"", "\"You might say I'm in charge here,\" Chapman said.\n\n\n \"Well, look, Mr. Chapman, is there any place where we can talk together\n privately?\"", "The older man smiled. \"Still the reluctant heroes,\" he said, somewhat\n to himself.\nChapman stared at the radio key.", "Chapman was at the port again, staring out at the bleak landscape. \"We\n hope to.\"\n\n\n \"Settle down in a small cottage and raise lots of little Chapmans, eh?\"", "Chapman frowned. \"Frankly, I hadn't thought of that. I don't believe", "All this and a title too, Chapman thought.\n\n\n \"That's it?\" Chapman asked.", "\"\nAll\nthey're trying to do,\" Chapman said sarcastically. \"They've got\n a fat chance.\"\n\n\n \"They think you've found a home here,\" Donley said.", "Everybody laughed and Chapman turned to Klein.\n\n\n \"How about you, Julius?\"", "Eberlein found a packing crate and made himself comfortable. He looked\n at Chapman." ], [ "\"He died,\" Chapman said. \"He was a good kid, all wrapped up in science.\n Being on the Moon was the opportunity of a lifetime. He thought so much", "\"Well, don't let it throw you. They've never been here on the Moon.\n They don't know what it's like. All they're trying to do is get a good\n man to stay on the job a while longer.\"", "\"You know, Chap,\" Donley said, \"it won't seem like the same old Moon\n without you on it. Why, we'll look at it when we're out spooning or\n something and it just won't have the same old appeal.\"", "That's what happened to guys like Dixon, Chapman thought. On the Moon,\n one mistake could use up your whole quota of chances.", "\"They wanted me to stay until the next relief ship lands,\" Chapman\n whispered back.\n\n\n \"What did you say?\"\n\n\n He shrugged. \"No.\"", "Three years on the Moon and they thought he'd be glad to stay for more.\n Just raise his salary or give him a bonus, the every-man-has-his-price\n idea. They probably thought he liked it there.", "Chapman sympathized. If he had had any sense, he'd have tried to\n smuggle something like that up to the Moon instead of his phonograph.", "\"I talked to them on the last call,\" Chapman said. \"The relief ship\n left there twelve hours ago. They should get here\"—he looked at his\n watch—\"in about six and a half hours.\"", "Chapman was standing in front of it. \"Check your suits,\" he said\n softly. \"Just be sure to check.\"", "And the time went faster when you kept busy.\nChapman stopped them at the lock. \"Remember to check your suits for\n leaks,\" he warned. \"And check the valves of your oxygen tanks.\"", "The others started lacing up their bunks, getting ready for their last\n day of work on the Moon. In a few hours they'd be relieved by members\n of the Third research group and they'd be on their way back to Earth.", "And that includes me, Chapman thought. I'm going home. I'm finally\n going home.", "It still didn't add, not quite. \"You know I don't like it here any more\n than you do,\" Chapman said slowly. \"I may have commitments at home,\n too. What made you think I would change my mind?\"", "\"You might say I'm in charge here,\" Chapman said.\n\n\n \"Well, look, Mr. Chapman, is there any place where we can talk together\n privately?\"", "\"Well, yes, more or less. Oh, God, Chap, I know you want to go home!\n But I couldn't ask any of the others; you were the only one who could,", "Klein held up his hands. \"Look, Chap, I didn't mean you should stay. I\n know how much you hate it and the time you put in up here. It's just—\"", "\"Chap, you know, I've been thinking,\" Donley said quietly. \"You've\n been here just twice as long as the rest of us. What's the first thing\n you're going to do once you get back?\"", "\"\nAll\nthey're trying to do,\" Chapman said sarcastically. \"They've got\n a fat chance.\"\n\n\n \"They think you've found a home here,\" Donley said.", "One of the men separated from the group and came over to Chapman. He\n held out his hand and said, \"My name's Eberlein. Captain of the relief\n ship. I understand you're in charge here?\"", "\"And I'd check you five hundred more,\" Chapman said. \"It takes only\n one mistake. And watch out for blisters under the pumice crust. You go\n through one of those and that's it, brother.\"" ], [ "\"They wanted me to stay until the next relief ship lands,\" Chapman\n whispered back.\n\n\n \"What did you say?\"\n\n\n He shrugged. \"No.\"", "\"He died,\" Chapman said. \"He was a good kid, all wrapped up in science.\n Being on the Moon was the opportunity of a lifetime. He thought so much", "Three years on the Moon and they thought he'd be glad to stay for more.\n Just raise his salary or give him a bonus, the every-man-has-his-price\n idea. They probably thought he liked it there.", "\"Well, don't let it throw you. They've never been here on the Moon.\n They don't know what it's like. All they're trying to do is get a good\n man to stay on the job a while longer.\"", "\"You know, Chap,\" Donley said, \"it won't seem like the same old Moon\n without you on it. Why, we'll look at it when we're out spooning or\n something and it just won't have the same old appeal.\"", "That's what happened to guys like Dixon, Chapman thought. On the Moon,\n one mistake could use up your whole quota of chances.", "fixed. We would make it worth your while, Chap.\" He was feverish. \"It\n would mean eighteen more months, Chap, but they'd be well-paid months!\"", "\"I talked to them on the last call,\" Chapman said. \"The relief ship\n left there twelve hours ago. They should get here\"—he looked at his\n watch—\"in about six and a half hours.\"", "Chapman sympathized. If he had had any sense, he'd have tried to\n smuggle something like that up to the Moon instead of his phonograph.", "It still didn't add, not quite. \"You know I don't like it here any more\n than you do,\" Chapman said slowly. \"I may have commitments at home,\n too. What made you think I would change my mind?\"", "\"Chap, you know, I've been thinking,\" Donley said quietly. \"You've\n been here just twice as long as the rest of us. What's the first thing\n you're going to do once you get back?\"", "And the time went faster when you kept busy.\nChapman stopped them at the lock. \"Remember to check your suits for\n leaks,\" he warned. \"And check the valves of your oxygen tanks.\"", "Three years on the Moon and they didn't want him to come back.", "He was fumbling it badly, Chapman thought.\n\n\n \"You wanted to trade places with me, didn't you, Bob? You thought I\n might stay for stopover again, in your place?\"", "The others started lacing up their bunks, getting ready for their last\n day of work on the Moon. In a few hours they'd be relieved by members\n of the Third research group and they'd be on their way back to Earth.", "Klein held up his hands. \"Look, Chap, I didn't mean you should stay. I\n know how much you hate it and the time you put in up here. It's just—\"", "He moistened his lips slightly. \"Do—do you think they'll ever have\n relief ships up here more often than every eighteen months, Chap? I\n mean, considering the advance of—\"", "Chapman was standing in front of it. \"Check your suits,\" he said\n softly. \"Just be sure to check.\"", "\"No,\" Chapman interrupted bluntly. \"I don't. Not at least for ten\n years. The fuel's too expensive and the trip's too hazardous. On", "Klein's face was blank. \"What's your real job here, Chap? Why does\n somebody have to stay for stopover?\"" ] ]

[ "What does \"jaywalker\" refer to in this story?", "Why did the woman have Nellie take a physical in her place?", "What was the woman's plan in going into space?", "Why was the woman afraid to get on the spaceship and take off?", "Why did the woman not like the flight attendant?", "What made the woman want to fight with her husband?", "For humans, what is the most dangerous part of the trip to the moon?", "Why does Jack say his wife watches him all the time when he is in space?", "Why did the woman wish she had listened more carefully to her husband talking about his job?", "Why was the woman afraid to be pregnant?" ]

[ [ "A person who does an illegal spacewalk", "A person who illegally gains passage into space", "A person who crosses the street illegally", "A person who illegally lives on the moon" ], [ "She was expecting a baby", "She was a scheming woman", "She was brave and adventurous", "She was wanting to surprise her husband" ], [ "To have her baby on the moon", "To spy on her husband without him knowing", "To kill herself", "For her husband to fall back in love with her" ], [ "She was feeling sick", "She didn't know anyone who had been to space", "She thought her husband would be mad", "Her dad had died in a rocket launch" ], [ "The attendant was emotionless", "She thought her husband loved the attendant", "The attendant found out her true identity", "The attendant forced her to take a medical exam" ], [ "She resented that he wanted to leave her and go to space", "She thought he was having an affair with a flight attendant", "She thought he didn't care about their baby", "She thought he was not very skilled at his work" ], [ "Freefall", "Take off", "Landing", "Orbit" ], [ "She is suspicious of his relationship with the flight attendant", "She questions his skills, decisions, and abilities", "She nags him not to leave and to return quickly", "The Earth in the sky is the same color as her eyes" ], [ "So he would not be attracted to the flight attendant", "So he wouldn't fight with her", "So she would know exactly when to enact her plan", "So he would feel like he was important to her" ], [ "Her husband had left her", "Pregnant women always die during the trip to the moon", "She didn't want to be a mother", "Pregnant women sometimes die during the trip to the moon" ] ]

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[ [ "JAYWALKER\nBY ROSS ROCKLYNNE\n\n\n Illustrated by DON DIBLEY\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "margin for error as they do crossing against a traffic light on Earth.\"\n She looked Marcia straight in the eye. \"What makes a jaywalker isn't", "said, \"I suppose there always will be people who don't pay attention\n to the rules. Jaywalkers. But out here jaywalkers don't have as much", "Marcia bounced resentfully off the cot and stood aside. Petrucelli\n looked at her, cocked an eyebrow, looked at Miss Eagen, and asked,\n \"Jaywalker?\"", "ignorance. It's a combination of stupidity and stubbornness. The\n jaywalker does\nknow\nbetter. In your case....\"", "on somebody else's\n validation—which meant that nobody knew he was taking endocrine\n treatments to put hair on his brainless head and restore his—Oh, the\nJaywalker", "Marcia said, painfully, \"He's like the Captain of the\nElsinore\n. He's\n risking his life for a—a stranger. A jaywalker. Not for me. Not even\n for his baby.\"", "side of the space-field barriers. Even that possibility was denied her\n when two gently insistent middle-aged ladies indicated she was blocking\n the way....", "He snapped his fingers. He looked like a high-school kid. \"Nothin' to\n it.\" She could see he was very proud. Very tired, too. He reached out\n to touch her.", "her gaze came to the tall sign over the entrance, she hurried it past;\n it was too late to think about that now, the square, shouting type that\n read:\nCAUTION", "!\" Jack spat in disgust. \"Anyway, he was the kind of idiot\n who never realizes that certain glandular conditions are fatal in free\n fall.\"", "the field, to the laboring beetle of a red tractor bearing the gangway\n on its busy back, to the low, blast-proof administration building. When", "Nearer to her was Jack, hunched over the keyboard of a complex, compact\n machine, like a harried bookkeeper on the last day of the month.", "Miss Eagen (which, her neat lapel button attested, was her name) made\n a penciled frown as lovely as her machined smile. \"Some day,\" she told", "it.\"\nMiss Eagen's breath hissed in. Her eyes grew bright and she shook her\n head slightly. Then she turned on her heel and went to the intercom.", "she was falling, falling, and her lungs wanted to split, explode,\n disintegrate, and someone kept saying, \"Hold tight, Marcia; hold tight", "her eyes, her ears against it, but her mind wouldn't respond. She\n squirmed in her chair and found herself staring down at the field.", "alive!\"\nAnd then he'd been sorry he'd shouted, and he sat by her, taking her\n chin in his hand. \"Marcia, Marcia,\" he'd said gently, \"you're so", "Her lips formed his name, but she was silent. She watched him, his\n square, competent hands, his detached and distant face. Through the", "that way I found out that when you walked up that gangway, you did the\n bravest thing I've ever known anyone to do. And you did it for me. It" ], [ "register for the trip and take the physical for her. She'd had to lie\n to Nellie, to make Nellie think she was brave and adventurous, and that\n she was just doing it to surprise Jack.", "difficult it had been for her to think up the whole plan, to find\n Nellie Foster (someone Jack had never met) and to persuade Nellie to", "anyway. But her stiff fingers were already holding out the pink card\n with Nellie Foster's name on it.", "There was such a long pause that Marcia opened her eyes. Miss Eagen was\n looking at her levelly. She said, \"I'll have to examine you.\"\n\n\n \"I know. Go ahead.\"", "\"Now, now,\" said Miss Eagen briskly, \"just you lie down there, Mrs.\n Foster. Does it hurt any special place?\"", "\"You're feeling well, Mrs. Foster?\"\nFeeling well? Yes, of course. Except for the—usual sickness. But\n that's so very normal\n.... Her numb lips moved. \"I'm fine,\" she said.", "Miss Eagen was standing by the hospital door, watching her. When Marcia\n turned away without speaking to Jack, Miss Eagen smiled and held out\n her hand.", "it.\"\nMiss Eagen's breath hissed in. Her eyes grew bright and she shook her\n head slightly. Then she turned on her heel and went to the intercom.", "\"You're not—\" Miss Eagen apparently decided to take one thing at a\n time. \"How do you feel?\"\n\n\n \"Scared,\" said Marcia.", "Marcia went to her and took the hand. They went into the hospital. Miss\n Eagen didn't speak; she seemed to be waiting.\n\n\n \"Yes, I know who Jack's spinning the ship for,\" said Marcia.", "Miss Eagen did, swiftly and thoroughly. \"You're so right,\" she\n breathed. She went to the small sink, stripping off her rubber gloves.", "Marcia lay down gratefully. She closed her eyes tightly and said, \"I'm\n not Mrs. Foster. It doesn't hurt.\"", "\"You\nare\n? You—we—\" He turned to Miss Eagen, who nodded once, her\n face wooden. \"Just find it out?\"", "\"Because,\" said Miss Eagen, and in that moment she looked almost as\n drawn as Jack had, \"I'm supposed to be of service to the passengers at", "Miss Eagen (which, her neat lapel button attested, was her name) made\n a penciled frown as lovely as her machined smile. \"Some day,\" she told", "After this—if this didn't work—there just would be nothing else she\n could do. She wasn't a scheming woman. No one would ever know how", "The stewardess looked at her, her face registering a strange mixture of\n detachment and wonder. \"You really believe that, don't you?\"", "Marcia wet her lips. \"I asked you a question before,\" she said evenly.\n \"About you and the captain.\"\n\n\n \"You did,\" said Sue Eagen. \"Please don't.\"", "Seeing the startled expression on the stewardess' face, Marcia realized\n she must be looking like a ghost. She put a hand to her cheek and found\n it clammy.", "Marcia McHenry stiffened. Had she read the sign aloud? She turned\n startled eyes up to the smiling stewardess, who was holding out a" ], [ "Even now she distinctly recalled the beginnings of the interplanetary\n cold that always seeped into the warm house when he talked about space,\n when he was about to leave her for it. And this time it was worse than\n ever before.", "\"Those of you who haven't been in a rocket before won't find it much\n different from being in an airplane. At the same time—\" She paused,", "interplanetary space, grew hot. She closed them, and for a moment\n gave herself up to an almost physical yearning for the Toluca Lake\n house—the comfort, the safety, the—the", "He looked at her and away, quickly. \"Because, lady, when we start to\n spin, that outside bulkhead is going to be\ndown", "spaceship—and nothing could ever stop her now. Not unless she broke\n down completely in front of all these hurrying, Moon-bound passengers,\n in plain sight of the scattered crowd which clustered on the other", "beyond. Marcia realized with crushing suddenness that the ship was\n about to blast off in seconds. She half-rose, then sank back, biting", "if she could push it out, push herself out, go back, back to Earth\n and solidity. Clouds shot by like bullets, fell away until they were", "\"Come along,\" said Miss Eagen cheerfully. She put a firm arm around\n Marcia's shoulder. \"Just a touch of space-sickness. This way.", "sleeplike ascent into space. Marcia very nearly forgot to breathe. She\n had been prepared for almost anything except this quality of peace and\n awe.", "trajectory, and had to warp her in as best he could, without passing\n the Moon or crashing into it. And of course you're not listening.\"", "Marcia forced herself away from the bulkhead with a small whimper of\n hurt and hatred—hatred of the stars, of this knowledgeable, inspired\n girl, and—even more so—of herself. She darted toward the door.", "She sighed. \"It's well known—even by you—that the free-fall condition\n has a weird effect on certain people. The human body is in an", "\"It's all so dull!\" she had flared, and then, \"How can I be interested\n in what some blundering space-jockey did?\"", "\"He can do anything any space skipper has ever done, and more,\"\n said Sue Eagen, and her face glowed. \"But it isn't easy. Right this", "\"\nShe'll\nbe born on the Moon,\" corrected Marcia, \"and her name will be\n Sue, and ... and she'll be almost as good as her father.\"", "She raised herself on her elbow and looked out through the unglazed\n window at the ordered streets of the great Luna Dome. \"The Moon....\n Jack, you did it!\"", "\"Please hurry, Pet.\" She turned to Marcia. \"I've got to explain to the\n passengers that there won't be any free fall. Most of them are looking\n forward to it.\" She went out.", "want to risk not being able to go there in a hurry. So they haven't\n passed legislation to keep physically unfit people off spaceships.\n One of the passengers got aboard the\nElsinore", "She turned her face away from the aisle, covered her cheek with her\n hand to hide it. Her gaze went out through the ray-proof glass port to", "out!\nShe looked at the trim girl with hating eyes. The intercom said,\n \"You know I've got course-correction computations from here to yonder." ], [ "Even now she distinctly recalled the beginnings of the interplanetary\n cold that always seeped into the warm house when he talked about space,\n when he was about to leave her for it. And this time it was worse than\n ever before.", "beyond. Marcia realized with crushing suddenness that the ship was\n about to blast off in seconds. She half-rose, then sank back, biting", "He looked at her and away, quickly. \"Because, lady, when we start to\n spin, that outside bulkhead is going to be\ndown", "spaceship—and nothing could ever stop her now. Not unless she broke\n down completely in front of all these hurrying, Moon-bound passengers,\n in plain sight of the scattered crowd which clustered on the other", "\"Those of you who haven't been in a rocket before won't find it much\n different from being in an airplane. At the same time—\" She paused,", "Marcia forced herself away from the bulkhead with a small whimper of\n hurt and hatred—hatred of the stars, of this knowledgeable, inspired\n girl, and—even more so—of herself. She darted toward the door.", "her lip. Silly ... Jack had said that—her fear of space was silly.\n He'd said it during the quarrel, and he'd roared at her, \"And that's", "\"Please hurry, Pet.\" She turned to Marcia. \"I've got to explain to the\n passengers that there won't be any free fall. Most of them are looking\n forward to it.\" She went out.", "want to risk not being able to go there in a hurry. So they haven't\n passed legislation to keep physically unfit people off spaceships.\n One of the passengers got aboard the\nElsinore", "the one-and-a-half gravities the ship was holding—and plodded heavily\n up the aisle. Miss Eagen was just rising from the chair in which she\n sat for the take-off.", "interplanetary space, grew hot. She closed them, and for a moment\n gave herself up to an almost physical yearning for the Toluca Lake\n house—the comfort, the safety, the—the", "\"It's all so dull!\" she had flared, and then, \"How can I be interested\n in what some blundering space-jockey did?\"", "\"It isn't s-space sickness,\" said Marcia in a very small and very\n positive voice. She let herself be led forward, through the door and to\n the left, where there was a small and compact ship's hospital.", "if she could push it out, push herself out, go back, back to Earth\n and solidity. Clouds shot by like bullets, fell away until they were", "She turned her face away from the aisle, covered her cheek with her\n hand to hide it. Her gaze went out through the ray-proof glass port to", "\"Come along,\" said Miss Eagen cheerfully. She put a firm arm around\n Marcia's shoulder. \"Just a touch of space-sickness. This way.", "That\nagain! thought Marcia furiously; and then all emotion left her\n but cold, ravening fear as the rumble heightened. She tried to close", "\"Spin ship,\" she replied immediately, and looked up at him pertly, like\n a kindergarten child who knows she has the right answer.\n\n\n He groaned.", "She sighed. \"It's well known—even by you—that the free-fall condition\n has a weird effect on certain people. The human body is in an", "There was a sudden thunder. Over Miss Eagen's shoulder, through the\n port, Marcia saw the stars begin to move. Miss Eagen followed her gaze." ], [ "The stewardess looked at her, her face registering a strange mixture of\n detachment and wonder. \"You really believe that, don't you?\"", "Marcia McHenry stiffened. Had she read the sign aloud? She turned\n startled eyes up to the smiling stewardess, who was holding out a", "Somehow, dizzily, she was at her seat, led there by a smiling,\n brown-clad stewardess; and her azure-tipped fingers were clutching at", "Seeing the startled expression on the stewardess' face, Marcia realized\n she must be looking like a ghost. She put a hand to her cheek and found\n it clammy.", "\"Because,\" said Miss Eagen, and in that moment she looked almost as\n drawn as Jack had, \"I'm supposed to be of service to the passengers at", "\"Please hurry, Pet.\" She turned to Marcia. \"I've got to explain to the\n passengers that there won't be any free fall. Most of them are looking\n forward to it.\" She went out.", "\"It's all so dull!\" she had flared, and then, \"How can I be interested\n in what some blundering space-jockey did?\"", "Miss Eagen returned.\n\n\n \"That man was very rude,\" said Marcia.\n\n\n Miss Eagen looked at her coolly. \"I'm sorry,\" she said, obviously not\n meaning sorry at all.", "\"Those of you who haven't been in a rocket before won't find it much\n different from being in an airplane. At the same time—\" She paused,", "out!\nShe looked at the trim girl with hating eyes. The intercom said,\n \"You know I've got course-correction computations from here to yonder.", "In answer Marcia leaned back against the bulkhead and folded her arms.\n Miss Eagen gazed at her for a moment, nodded as if to herself, and", "it.\"\nMiss Eagen's breath hissed in. Her eyes grew bright and she shook her\n head slightly. Then she turned on her heel and went to the intercom.", "Marcia forced herself away from the bulkhead with a small whimper of\n hurt and hatred—hatred of the stars, of this knowledgeable, inspired\n girl, and—even more so—of herself. She darted toward the door.", "Marcia bounced resentfully off the cot and stood aside. Petrucelli\n looked at her, cocked an eyebrow, looked at Miss Eagen, and asked,\n \"Jaywalker?\"", "Feeling very much put-upon, Marcia waited silently until he was\n finished, and the bed hung ludicrously to the wall like a walking fly.\n She thanked him timidly, and he ignored it and went out.", "He looked at her and away, quickly. \"Because, lady, when we start to\n spin, that outside bulkhead is going to be\ndown", "That\nagain! thought Marcia furiously; and then all emotion left her\n but cold, ravening fear as the rumble heightened. She tried to close", "She hadn't meant to be so cruel. Or so stupid. But when they were\n quarreling, or when he talked that repugnant, dedicated, other-world", "She found herself at the entrance to the pilot room. In one sweeping\n glance she saw a curved, silver board. Before it a man sat tranquilly.", "Marcia wet her lips. \"I asked you a question before,\" she said evenly.\n \"About you and the captain.\"\n\n\n \"You did,\" said Sue Eagen. \"Please don't.\"" ], [ "\"Because,\" she said bleakly, \"I learned long ago that a man grows to\n love what he has to fight for.\"", "She hadn't meant to be so cruel. Or so stupid. But when they were\n quarreling, or when he talked that repugnant, dedicated, other-world", "That\nagain! thought Marcia furiously; and then all emotion left her\n but cold, ravening fear as the rumble heightened. She tried to close", "Feeling very much put-upon, Marcia waited silently until he was\n finished, and the bed hung ludicrously to the wall like a walking fly.\n She thanked him timidly, and he ignored it and went out.", "garble, something always went cold and furious and—lonely inside her,\n and made her fight back unfairly.", "After he'd gone—for good, he said—her anger had sustained her for a\n few weeks. Then, bleakly, she knew she'd go to the ends of Earth for", "\"And you were going to make me fight for you and the child—even if the\n lives of a hundred and seventy people were involved?\"\n\n\n \"You said you could handle it. I thought you could.\"", "Even now she distinctly recalled the beginnings of the interplanetary\n cold that always seeped into the warm house when he talked about space,\n when he was about to leave her for it. And this time it was worse than\n ever before.", "There was a stiff silence. Marcia looked up at Miss Eagen. \"It's true,\n you know,\" she said. \"A man grows to love the things he has to defend,\n no matter how he felt about them before.\"", "Her lips formed his name, but she was silent. She watched him, his\n square, competent hands, his detached and distant face. Through the", "\"I'll try,\" he said wearily. \"Oh, I'll try.\" He went out, dragging his\n feet, his shoulders down, without looking at her.", "you\n. Well, he's\nmy\nhusband, and don't you forget\n it.\"", "it.\"\nMiss Eagen's breath hissed in. Her eyes grew bright and she shook her\n head slightly. Then she turned on her heel and went to the intercom.", "her lip. Silly ... Jack had said that—her fear of space was silly.\n He'd said it during the quarrel, and he'd roared at her, \"And that's", "\"But what?\" Miss Eagen's composure seemed to have been blasted to\n shreds by the powerful currents of her indignation. Her eyes flashed.", "\"You're feeling well, Mrs. Foster?\"\nFeeling well? Yes, of course. Except for the—usual sickness. But\n that's so very normal\n.... Her numb lips moved. \"I'm fine,\" she said.", "seemed to be more prominent, and he looked older, and very tired.\n Softly and slowly he asked, \"What in God's name made you get on the\n ship?\"", "\"It's all so dull!\" she had flared, and then, \"How can I be interested\n in what some blundering space-jockey did?\"", "she was falling, falling, and her lungs wanted to split, explode,\n disintegrate, and someone kept saying, \"Hold tight, Marcia; hold tight", "Marcia forced herself away from the bulkhead with a small whimper of\n hurt and hatred—hatred of the stars, of this knowledgeable, inspired\n girl, and—even more so—of herself. She darted toward the door." ], [ "down when the Moon's gravity begins to draw us in. There'll be two\n short periods of free-fall there, but they won't be long enough to", "\"Those of you who haven't been in a rocket before won't find it much\n different from being in an airplane. At the same time—\" She paused,", "He'll come up on the Moon obliquely, pass it, stop the spin, turn over\n once to check the speed of the ship, and once again to put the tail", "of letting the ship fall to the Moon, turning over and approaching\n tail-first with the main jets as brakes, Captain McHenry is going to\n have to start the spin first and go almost the whole way nose-first.", "want to risk not being able to go there in a hurry. So they haven't\n passed legislation to keep physically unfit people off spaceships.\n One of the passengers got aboard the\nElsinore", "\"That,\" he said bitterly, \"was human damnfoolishness botching up the\n equations. Too many lobbyists have holdings on the Moon and don't", "Jack. Or even to the Moon....\nSitting rigid in the tense stillness of a rocket ship that was about\n to leap from Earth, Marcia started as an officer ducked his head into", "beyond. Marcia realized with crushing suddenness that the ship was\n about to blast off in seconds. She half-rose, then sank back, biting", "Captain McHenry won't be able to maneuver to a landing on the Moon.\n He'll do it exactly right the first time, or not at all.\"", "\"But I haven't told you the toughest part of it yet,\" Miss Eagen went\n on inexorably. \"A ship as massive as this, spinning on its long axis,", "spaceship—and nothing could ever stop her now. Not unless she broke\n down completely in front of all these hurrying, Moon-bound passengers,\n in plain sight of the scattered crowd which clustered on the other", "She sighed. \"It's well known—even by you—that the free-fall condition\n has a weird effect on certain people. The human body is in an", "trajectory, and had to warp her in as best he could, without passing\n the Moon or crashing into it. And of course you're not listening.\"", "her lip. Silly ... Jack had said that—her fear of space was silly.\n He'd said it during the quarrel, and he'd roared at her, \"And that's", "\"So now Jack will spin the ship until I'm pressed against the walls\n with the same force as gravity, and then everything will be all right.\"\n\n\n \"You make it sound so simple.\"", "He hugged her. After a time he reached down and touched her swelling\n waist. It was like a benediction. \"He'll be born on the Moon,\" he", "Even now she distinctly recalled the beginnings of the interplanetary\n cold that always seeped into the warm house when he talked about space,\n when he was about to leave her for it. And this time it was worse than\n ever before.", "sleeplike ascent into space. Marcia very nearly forgot to breathe. She\n had been prepared for almost anything except this quality of peace and\n awe.", "flight, where power could be shut off, the skipper had to put the\n ferry into an axial spin under power, creating artificial gravity\n to save the worthless life of that fool. So of course he lost his", "!\" Jack spat in disgust. \"Anyway, he was the kind of idiot\n who never realizes that certain glandular conditions are fatal in free\n fall.\"" ], [ "\"\nAll Earth watches me when I work, but with your eyes.\n\"\n\n\n Jack had said that to her once, long ago, when he still loved her.", "her lip. Silly ... Jack had said that—her fear of space was silly.\n He'd said it during the quarrel, and he'd roared at her, \"And that's", "Even now she distinctly recalled the beginnings of the interplanetary\n cold that always seeped into the warm house when he talked about space,\n when he was about to leave her for it. And this time it was worse than\n ever before.", "\"So now Jack will spin the ship until I'm pressed against the walls\n with the same force as gravity, and then everything will be all right.\"\n\n\n \"You make it sound so simple.\"", "She raised herself on her elbow and looked out through the unglazed\n window at the ordered streets of the great Luna Dome. \"The Moon....\n Jack, you did it!\"", "\"A man comes to love the things he has to fight for.\" And Jack\n fighting—for his ship, for the Moon, for the new-building traditions\n of the great ones who would carry humanity out to the stars.", "\"He can do anything any space skipper has ever done, and more,\"\n said Sue Eagen, and her face glowed. \"But it isn't easy. Right this", "Jack. Or even to the Moon....\nSitting rigid in the tense stillness of a rocket ship that was about\n to leap from Earth, Marcia started as an officer ducked his head into", "paid more attention to Jack's ramblings about orbits and turn-over\n points and correction blasts, and all that gobbledegook. She glanced", "He looked at her and away, quickly. \"Because, lady, when we start to\n spin, that outside bulkhead is going to be\ndown", "But through and through that drugged, relaxed period, Jack and the\n stars, the Moon and Sue Eagen danced and wove. Words slipped in and out\n of it like shreds of melody:", "!\" Jack spat in disgust. \"Anyway, he was the kind of idiot\n who never realizes that certain glandular conditions are fatal in free\n fall.\"", "Marcia went to her and took the hand. They went into the hospital. Miss\n Eagen didn't speak; she seemed to be waiting.\n\n\n \"Yes, I know who Jack's spinning the ship for,\" said Marcia.", "interplanetary space, grew hot. She closed them, and for a moment\n gave herself up to an almost physical yearning for the Toluca Lake\n house—the comfort, the safety, the—the", "She sighed. \"It's well known—even by you—that the free-fall condition\n has a weird effect on certain people. The human body is in an", "\"Because,\" said Miss Eagen, and in that moment she looked almost as\n drawn as Jack had, \"I'm supposed to be of service to the passengers at", "\"Jack!\"\n\n\n \"You're all right, honey.\"", "He hugged her. After a time he reached down and touched her swelling\n waist. It was like a benediction. \"He'll be born on the Moon,\" he", "\"It's all so dull!\" she had flared, and then, \"How can I be interested\n in what some blundering space-jockey did?\"", "Her lips formed his name, but she was silent. She watched him, his\n square, competent hands, his detached and distant face. Through the" ], [ "She hadn't meant to be so cruel. Or so stupid. But when they were\n quarreling, or when he talked that repugnant, dedicated, other-world", "Even now she distinctly recalled the beginnings of the interplanetary\n cold that always seeped into the warm house when he talked about space,\n when he was about to leave her for it. And this time it was worse than\n ever before.", "Her lips formed his name, but she was silent. She watched him, his\n square, competent hands, his detached and distant face. Through the", "started, and do it right now, this minute. It might already be too\n late ... she wished, suddenly, and for the very first time, that she'd", "Feeling very much put-upon, Marcia waited silently until he was\n finished, and the bed hung ludicrously to the wall like a walking fly.\n She thanked him timidly, and he ignored it and went out.", "\"Was it?\" she'd yawned. \"Could you do it?\"\n\n\n \"I—like to think I could,\" he said. \"I'd hate to have to try.\"", "She didn't know how long she had been sitting there, awestruck,\n spellbound, when she realized that she had to finish the job she'd", "paid more attention to Jack's ramblings about orbits and turn-over\n points and correction blasts, and all that gobbledegook. She glanced", "That\nagain! thought Marcia furiously; and then all emotion left her\n but cold, ravening fear as the rumble heightened. She tried to close", "\"\nAll Earth watches me when I work, but with your eyes.\n\"\n\n\n Jack had said that to her once, long ago, when he still loved her.", "whispered. \"And while you're doing it—think about whom he's spinning\n ship for.\" She took her hand from Marcia's arm.", "\"Because,\" she said bleakly, \"I learned long ago that a man grows to\n love what he has to fight for.\"", "seemed to be more prominent, and he looked older, and very tired.\n Softly and slowly he asked, \"What in God's name made you get on the\n ship?\"", "There was a stiff silence. Marcia looked up at Miss Eagen. \"It's true,\n you know,\" she said. \"A man grows to love the things he has to defend,\n no matter how he felt about them before.\"", "it.\"\nMiss Eagen's breath hissed in. Her eyes grew bright and she shook her\n head slightly. Then she turned on her heel and went to the intercom.", "alive!\"\nAnd then he'd been sorry he'd shouted, and he sat by her, taking her\n chin in his hand. \"Marcia, Marcia,\" he'd said gently, \"you're so", "you\n. Well, he's\nmy\nhusband, and don't you forget\n it.\"", "After this—if this didn't work—there just would be nothing else she\n could do. She wasn't a scheming woman. No one would ever know how", "\"I'll try,\" he said wearily. \"Oh, I'll try.\" He went out, dragging his\n feet, his shoulders down, without looking at her.", "\"He's started the spin. You'll be all right now.\"\nMarcia could never recall the rest of the details of the trip. There\n was the outboard bulkhead that drew her like a magnet, increasingly," ], [ "\"Why, what—is there to be scared of?\"\n\n\n \"I'm pregnant.\"\n\n\n \"Well, that's no—You're\nwhat\n?\"", "\"I'm pregnant, Jack,\" she said. She put out a hand to ward him off. She\n couldn't bear the thought of his realizing what she had done while he\n had his arms around her.", "\"You're not—\" Miss Eagen apparently decided to take one thing at a\n time. \"How do you feel?\"\n\n\n \"Scared,\" said Marcia.", "That\nagain! thought Marcia furiously; and then all emotion left her\n but cold, ravening fear as the rumble heightened. She tried to close", "It looked the way she felt—flat and pale and devoid of life, with a\n monstrous structure of terror squatting in it. The scene was abruptly", "\"Because,\" she said bleakly, \"I learned long ago that a man grows to\n love what he has to fight for.\"", "She hadn't meant to be so cruel. Or so stupid. But when they were\n quarreling, or when he talked that repugnant, dedicated, other-world", "\"You're feeling well, Mrs. Foster?\"\nFeeling well? Yes, of course. Except for the—usual sickness. But\n that's so very normal\n.... Her numb lips moved. \"I'm fine,\" she said.", "Through a growing fear, Marcia nodded mutely.", "After that, there was scarcely room for thought—even for fear, though\n it lurked nearby, ready to leap. There was the ascent, the quiet,", "Seeing the startled expression on the stewardess' face, Marcia realized\n she must be looking like a ghost. She put a hand to her cheek and found\n it clammy.", "Jack and Sue Eagen had always had it, and always would have; and now\n Marcia had it too. And with understanding replacing fear, Marcia was", "Marcia McHenry stiffened. Had she read the sign aloud? She turned\n startled eyes up to the smiling stewardess, who was holding out a", "He hugged her. After a time he reached down and touched her swelling\n waist. It was like a benediction. \"He'll be born on the Moon,\" he", "There was such a long pause that Marcia opened her eyes. Miss Eagen was\n looking at her levelly. She said, \"I'll have to examine you.\"\n\n\n \"I know. Go ahead.\"", "Sue Eagen was there, too, and the thing she shared with Jack. Of course\n there was something between them—so big a thing that there was\n nothing for her to fear in it.", "\"And you were going to make me fight for you and the child—even if the\n lives of a hundred and seventy people were involved?\"\n\n\n \"You said you could handle it. I thought you could.\"", "After this—if this didn't work—there just would be nothing else she\n could do. She wasn't a scheming woman. No one would ever know how", "She didn't know how long she had been sitting there, awestruck,\n spellbound, when she realized that she had to finish the job she'd", "started, and do it right now, this minute. It might already be too\n late ... she wished, suddenly, and for the very first time, that she'd" ] ]

[ "Why did Junior land the ship so roughly?", "To whom was Grammy married?", "How many people were aboard the ship?", "Why was Grampa happy with Reba?", "How many rotations does the small planet make in 2 Earth days?", "How did Grampa get rich?", "Who is most intelligent?", "Who was most in favor of staying on the planet?", "Why did Joyce try to poison Fweep?", "Why did Grampa suggest leaving Four behind on the planet" ]

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[ [ "begun to gray at the temples. \"That landing was pretty rough, Junior.\"\nJunior was Fred's only son. Because he was thirty-five and capable\n of exercising adult judgment and because he had the youngest adult", "\"Junior!\" said Joyce, shocked.\n\n\n Junior swung around impatiently. \"Sorry, Mother, but this damned thing\n won't work.\"", "\"A good thing, too,\" Junior said glumly, \"because this looks like the\n end of our search. Short of a miracle, we'll spend the rest of our\n lives right here—involuntary colonists.\"", "Junior, that's why we picked this planet. We fed all the orbital data\n into Abacus, and Abacus said that orbital perturbations indicated that", "\"What I can't understand,\" Junior said thoughtfully, \"is why the\n polarizer worked for a little while when we landed—long enough to keep\n us from being squashed—and then quit.\"", "A moment later, it thumped a last few inches into the ankle-deep grass\n and knee-high white flowers of the meadow. It was a shock of a jar that", "\"Fwiend,\" said Fweep gently.\nThe land of the Fweep turned like a fat old man toasting himself in\n front of an open fire, and Junior sat at the computer's keyboard\n swearing in a steady monotone.", "The airlock door swung inward. Through the oval doorway walked Fred,\n followed closely by Junior. They were sweat-stained and weary,\n scintillation counters dangling heavily from their belts.", "\"Stop picking on Junior,\" Joyce said sharply. She was Junior's mother\n and Fred's wife, still slim and handsome as she approached sixty, but", "\"No use bothering the others yet,\" Junior said, his face puzzled. \"You\n see, I didn't let the flivver drop those last few inches. The polarizer\n quit.\"\n\n\n \"Quit!\"", "But Junior nodded meaningfully at Fred and disappeared into the chart\n room. Fred followed casually. Then, as the door slid shut behind him,\n he asked impatiently. \"Well, what's all the mystery?\"", "Junior frowned at his wife. \"I believe you're actually glad it\n happened.\"\n\n\n \"I could think of worse things,\" Reba said.", "\"I thank him for nothing,\" Joyce snapped. \"He lured us down here by\n making us think the planet had heavy metals and I want him to let us go\nimmediately\n!\"", "Within it was the green horizon, curving noticeably. Four angled the\n picture in toward the ship, sweeping through green, peaceful woodland\n and plain and blue lake until he stared down into the meadow at the", "\"I don't care why that thing does it,\" Joyce said icily. \"I want it\n stopped, and the sooner the better. If it won't turn the gravity off,\n we'll just have to do away with it.\"", "Inside the big, central cabin, Grampa waved his pircuit irately in the\n air. \"Now look what you made me do! Just when I had the blamed thing", "\"I wish I were,\" Junior said. \"But the polarizer won't work. Either\n it's broken or there's something about the gravity around here that\n just won't polarize.\"", "\"It shifted,\" Four explained patiently, \"because Fweep kept following\n me.\"\n\n\n \"Fweep?\" Junior repeated stupidly.\n\n\n \"Fweep?\" Fweep said eagerly.", "It was a spaceship, but not the kind men had once dreamed about. The\n flivver was shaped like a crude bullet, blunt at one end of a fat", "As it hurtled down, its speed increased with dramatic swiftness. Then,\n at the last instant before impact, it stopped. Just like that." ], [ "\"You bet he would!\" Grampa leaned back and cackled. Then he leaned\n over confidentially toward Reba and whispered, \"Beats me why you ever\n married a jerk like Junior, anyhow.\"", "\"Now, Grampa,\" Fred soothed, but his face was concerned. Fred, once\n called Young Fred, was Grampa's only son. He was sixty and his hair had", "\"Don't call me 'Grammy!' Well, what are we going to do, just sit around\n and wait for that thing to die?\"", "\"Why, thanks, Grampa,\" Reba said, surprised.\n\n\n \"I like you, gal. Never forget it.\"", "\"You, Grampa,\" Fred said.\n\n\n \"You bet! And who made one hundred million dollars out of it that the\n rest of you vultures are just hanging around to gobble up when I die?\"", "Grampa gave him a sarcastic grin. \"Now you're curious, eh? Couldn't\n be bothered with Grampa's invention before. Oh, no! Too busy. Accept\n without question the blessings that the Good Lord provideth—\"", "Joyce stood up indignantly. \"Well! And don't call me 'Grammy!' It makes\n me sound as old as that old goat over there!\" She glared malignantly", "Grampa looked at the four faces staring at him hopefully and the\n jeering grin turned to a smile. \"Well,\" he said, \"at last. You know", "Grampa lowered his bottle and smacked his lips. \"Well, boy,\" he said to\n Fred, \"I thought you'd never do that. Didn't think you had it in you.\"", "Fred stood up apologetically. \"I'd better go calm her down,\" he\n muttered, and walked quickly after Joyce.\n\n\n \"Give her one for me!\" Grampa called.", "Those were the Peppergrass men, four generations of them, looking\n remarkably alike, although some vital element seemed to have dwindled\n until Four looked pale and thin-faced and wizened.", "\"Well, now,\" said Grampa, blinking, \"how'd you find out about that?\n Well, now!\" In confusion, he turned back to the pircuit and jabbed a", "\"Well, now,\" Grampa protested, \"I got a little put away yet. You'll be\n sorry when I'm dead and gone.\"", "at Grampa. \"If you'd rather have that blob than me—well!\" She swept\n grandly out of the central cabin and into one of the private rooms that\n opened out from it.", "\"Stop picking on Junior,\" Joyce said sharply. She was Junior's mother\n and Fred's wife, still slim and handsome as she approached sixty, but", "\"It belongs to all of us,\" Four said shrilly. \"You gave us all a sixth\n share.\"\n\n\n \"That's right, Four,\" Grampa muttered, \"so I did. But whose money\n bought it?\"", "Grampa glanced warily at Joyce's door to make sure it was completely\n closed and then cocked a white eyebrow at Reba. \"Good for you, Reba!\"", "Junior had won her was, to Grampa, the most hopeful thing he had ever\n noticed about the boy.", "Grampa lowered the nippled bottle from his lips and chortled. \"Junior,\n I apologize for all the mean things I ever said about you. Maybe you\n got the makings of a Peppergrass yet.\"", "practically whipped, too!\"\nGrampa was a white-haired 90-year-old who could still go a fast round\n or two with a man (or woman) half his age, but he had a habit of" ], [ "\"Look!\" he said suddenly. \"This planet not only has flora—it has\n fauna.\" He rushed to the air lock.\n\n\n \"Four!\" Reba called out warningly.", "Within it was the green horizon, curving noticeably. Four angled the\n picture in toward the ship, sweeping through green, peaceful woodland\n and plain and blue lake until he stared down into the meadow at the", "\"We're stuck,\" Reba said softly. \"We might as well admit it. All we can\n do is set the transmitter to send out an automatic distress call—\"", "The airlock door swung inward. Through the oval doorway walked Fred,\n followed closely by Junior. They were sweat-stained and weary,\n scintillation counters dangling heavily from their belts.", "spaceship rested on its improbable stern. The sixteen Earth hours that\n the rotation had taken had changed nothing inside the ship, either.", "Four thought a moment. \"There's a modern variation with three\n missionaries and three cannibals. Same river, same rowboat and only one\n of the cannibals can row. If the cannibals outnumber the missionaries—\"", "might be a trifle more than disastrous for us.\" Four giggled at the\n thought.\nJoyce glared at him furiously. \"Four! Act your age! We've got to do", "\"Here.\" Four came through the airlock and trudged across the room,\n carrying a curious contraption made of tripod legs supporting a", "at Grampa. \"If you'd rather have that blob than me—well!\" She swept\n grandly out of the central cabin and into one of the private rooms that\n opened out from it.", "Those were the Peppergrass men, four generations of them, looking\n remarkably alike, although some vital element seemed to have dwindled\n until Four looked pale and thin-faced and wizened.", "Inside the big, central cabin, Grampa waved his pircuit irately in the\n air. \"Now look what you made me do! Just when I had the blamed thing", "\"It belongs to all of us,\" Four said shrilly. \"You gave us all a sixth\n share.\"\n\n\n \"That's right, Four,\" Grampa muttered, \"so I did. But whose money\n bought it?\"", "\"A good thing, too,\" Junior said glumly, \"because this looks like the\n end of our search. Short of a miracle, we'll spend the rest of our\n lives right here—involuntary colonists.\"", "Joyce drew her chair farther back toward the wall, revulsion on her\n face. \"Four! Get that nasty thing out of here!\"\n\"You mean Fweep?\" Four asked in astonishment.", "Grampa looked at the four faces staring at him hopefully and the\n jeering grin turned to a smile. \"Well,\" he said, \"at last. You know", "begun to gray at the temples. \"That landing was pretty rough, Junior.\"\nJunior was Fred's only son. Because he was thirty-five and capable\n of exercising adult judgment and because he had the youngest adult", "\"Where's Joyce?\" asked Fred. \"Might as well get everybody in on this at\n once. Joyce!\"", "The land of the Fweep turned slowly on its axis. The orange sun set and\n rose again and stared down once more at the meadow where the improbable", "Fred's shoulders twitched as the door closed behind him. From the room\n came the filtered sound of high-pitched voices rising and falling like\n some reedy folk music.", "\"It shifted,\" Four explained patiently, \"because Fweep kept following\n me.\"\n\n\n \"Fweep?\" Junior repeated stupidly.\n\n\n \"Fweep?\" Fweep said eagerly." ], [ "\"Why, thanks, Grampa,\" Reba said, surprised.\n\n\n \"I like you, gal. Never forget it.\"", "Grampa glanced warily at Joyce's door to make sure it was completely\n closed and then cocked a white eyebrow at Reba. \"Good for you, Reba!\"", "\"You bet he would!\" Grampa leaned back and cackled. Then he leaned\n over confidentially toward Reba and whispered, \"Beats me why you ever\n married a jerk like Junior, anyhow.\"", "submerged in this family too long; he's still a child to all of you\n and to himself, too.\" Reba smiled at Grampa brilliantly. \"And maybe I", "\"Joyce!\" Reba cried, horrified. \"Grampa was joking, but you actually\n mean it. Four is only a baby and yet you'd let him—\"", "\"He's outside, playing in the meadow with Fweep,\" Reba said, her voice\n soft. \"No, here they come now.\"", "Junior frowned at his wife. \"I believe you're actually glad it\n happened.\"\n\n\n \"I could think of worse things,\" Reba said.", "Grampa looked at the four faces staring at him hopefully and the\n jeering grin turned to a smile. \"Well,\" he said, \"at last. You know", "\"If it's Four's friend,\" Reba said firmly, \"it can stay. If you don't\n like to be around it, Grammy, you can always go to your own room.\"", "Junior had won her was, to Grampa, the most hopeful thing he had ever\n noticed about the boy.", "Reba looked at Fweep kindly. \"We can thank the little fellow for that,\n anyway.\"", "\"I like you, too, Grampa. If you'd been a few years younger, Junior\n would have had competition!\"", "Fred stood up apologetically. \"I'd better go calm her down,\" he\n muttered, and walked quickly after Joyce.\n\n\n \"Give her one for me!\" Grampa called.", "Grampa gave him a sarcastic grin. \"Now you're curious, eh? Couldn't\n be bothered with Grampa's invention before. Oh, no! Too busy. Accept\n without question the blessings that the Good Lord provideth—\"", "Reba was Four's mother and Junior's wife. On her own, she was a\n red-haired beauty with the loveliest figure this side of Antares. That", "\"You, Grampa,\" Fred said.\n\n\n \"You bet! And who made one hundred million dollars out of it that the\n rest of you vultures are just hanging around to gobble up when I die?\"", "\"Well, now,\" said Grampa, blinking, \"how'd you find out about that?\n Well, now!\" In confusion, he turned back to the pircuit and jabbed a", "\"Now, Grampa,\" Fred soothed, but his face was concerned. Fred, once\n called Young Fred, was Grampa's only son. He was sixty and his hair had", "Grampa lowered his bottle and smacked his lips. \"Well, boy,\" he said to\n Fred, \"I thought you'd never do that. Didn't think you had it in you.\"", "\"Any luck?\" Reba asked brightly.\n\n\n \"Do we look it?\" Junior grumbled." ], [ "\"This planet. It's not big, but it's fertile and it's harmless. As\n real estate, it's worth almost as much as if it were solid uranium.\"", "The land of the Fweep turned slowly on its axis. The orange sun set and\n rose again and stared down once more at the meadow where the improbable", "Junior, that's why we picked this planet. We fed all the orbital data\n into Abacus, and Abacus said that orbital perturbations indicated that", "so heavy. He's why we can't leave.\"\nThe land of the Fweep rotated once on its axis, and Grampa lowered", "look at it the right way, it's quite a lot. A beautiful, fertile world.\n Earth gravity. The flivver—even if the polarizer won't work, there's", "Fred,\" he said, frowning. \"This world fooled me. It has a diameter\n less than that of Mercury and yet a gravitational pull as great as\n Earth.\"", "\"Look!\" he said suddenly. \"This planet not only has flora—it has\n fauna.\" He rushed to the air lock.\n\n\n \"Four!\" Reba called out warningly.", "Fweep for every planet and sun, big and little, polarizing the gravity\n in circles, and the matter business is not a cause but a result.\"", "spaceship rested on its improbable stern. The sixteen Earth hours that\n the rotation had taken had changed nothing inside the ship, either.", "Within it was the green horizon, curving noticeably. Four angled the\n picture in toward the ship, sweeping through green, peaceful woodland\n and plain and blue lake until he stared down into the meadow at the", "The flivver descended vertically toward the green planet circling the\n old, orange sun.", "Fred said. \"Fweepland, as Four calls it, kept its atmosphere and its\n water, which a planet this size ordinarily would have lost by now.\"", "\"Here.\" Four came through the airlock and trudged across the room,\n carrying a curious contraption made of tripod legs supporting a", "The thing was a featureless blob, a two-foot sphere of raspberry\n gelatin, but it was alive. It rocked back and forth in front of Four.", "\"No,\" Fred said slowly, \"and no other heavy metals, either. There's a\n few low-grade iron deposits and that's it.\"\n\n\n \"Then what makes this planet so heavy?\" Reba asked.", "\"I've been all over Fweepland,\" Four said wearily, \"trying to locate\n its center of gravity.\"\n\n\n \"Well?\" Fred prompted.\n\n\n \"It shifts.\"", "\"I don't figure it's a whim,\" Grampa said. \"Circular gravity is what\n he's got to have for one reason or another, so he just naturally bends", "around itself. That's how we've always known it until the invention of\n spaceships and later the polarizer. The polarizer polarizes gravity\n into a straight line. That makes the ship take off and continue", "Right now, Fweep is friendly, but suppose he got mad! He could lower\n his radioactive shield or he might increase the gravity by a few times.\n Either way, you'd feel rather uncomfortable, Grammy.\"", "The airlock door swung inward. Through the oval doorway walked Fred,\n followed closely by Junior. They were sweat-stained and weary,\n scintillation counters dangling heavily from their belts." ], [ "\"You, Grampa,\" Fred said.\n\n\n \"You bet! And who made one hundred million dollars out of it that the\n rest of you vultures are just hanging around to gobble up when I die?\"", "Grampa gave him a sarcastic grin. \"Now you're curious, eh? Couldn't\n be bothered with Grampa's invention before. Oh, no! Too busy. Accept\n without question the blessings that the Good Lord provideth—\"", "\"Well, now,\" said Grampa, blinking, \"how'd you find out about that?\n Well, now!\" In confusion, he turned back to the pircuit and jabbed a", "\"It belongs to all of us,\" Four said shrilly. \"You gave us all a sixth\n share.\"\n\n\n \"That's right, Four,\" Grampa muttered, \"so I did. But whose money\n bought it?\"", "\"You bet he would!\" Grampa leaned back and cackled. Then he leaned\n over confidentially toward Reba and whispered, \"Beats me why you ever\n married a jerk like Junior, anyhow.\"", "\"Well, now,\" Grampa protested, \"I got a little put away yet. You'll be\n sorry when I'm dead and gone.\"", "\"Now, Grampa,\" Fred soothed, but his face was concerned. Fred, once\n called Young Fred, was Grampa's only son. He was sixty and his hair had", "\"Now wait a minute!\" Grampa protested. \"That's not fair. Maybe\n I didn't figure out the theory myself, but I read everything the", "Grampa looked at the four faces staring at him hopefully and the\n jeering grin turned to a smile. \"Well,\" he said, \"at last. You know", "\"You bought it, Grampa,\" Fred said.\n\n\n \"That's right! And who invented the gravity polarizer and the space\n flivver? Eh? Who made possible this gallivanting all over space?\"", "\"Why, thanks, Grampa,\" Reba said, surprised.\n\n\n \"I like you, gal. Never forget it.\"", "\"Yep,\" Grampa said. \"Too easy.\"", "practically whipped, too!\"\nGrampa was a white-haired 90-year-old who could still go a fast round\n or two with a man (or woman) half his age, but he had a habit of", "\"You're never going to die, Grampa,\" Joyce said harshly. \"Just\n before we left, you bought a hundred-year contract with that\n Life-Begins-At-Ninety longevity company.\"", "\"Well, no,\" Grampa admitted. \"Actually I was just fiddling around with\n some coils when one of them took off. Went right through the ceiling,", "Grampa lowered his bottle and smacked his lips. \"Well, boy,\" he said to\n Fred, \"I thought you'd never do that. Didn't think you had it in you.\"", "Fred stood up apologetically. \"I'd better go calm her down,\" he\n muttered, and walked quickly after Joyce.\n\n\n \"Give her one for me!\" Grampa called.", "\"What is that stuff you drink, Grampa?\" Four asked.\n\n\n \"Tonic, boy. Keeps me young and frisky. Now about that pircuit—\"", "thought he might grow into a man like his grandfather.\"\nGrampa turned red and looked quickly toward Four. The boy was staring\n intently at Fweep. \"What you doing, Four?\"", "\"I like you, too, Grampa. If you'd been a few years younger, Junior\n would have had competition!\"" ], [ "\"Now Fweep ain't the brightest creature in the Universe, so he can't", "The faces looked at him silently. Finally Joyce could endure it no\n longer. \"That's just nonsense! You all know it. Grampa's no genius.", "\"Stop picking on Junior,\" Joyce said sharply. She was Junior's mother\n and Fred's wife, still slim and handsome as she approached sixty, but", "\"How do you know all these things?\" Joyce asked from her doorway,\n excitement in her voice. \"Can you talk to it?\"\n\n\n Behind her, Fred said, \"Now, Joyce, you promised—\"", "\"He wants to be helpful,\" Four replied without hesitation, \"and he's\n lonely. After all,\" he added wistfully, \"he's never had any friends.\"", "might be a trifle more than disastrous for us.\" Four giggled at the\n thought.\nJoyce glared at him furiously. \"Four! Act your age! We've got to do", "\"It shifted,\" Four explained patiently, \"because Fweep kept following\n me.\"\n\n\n \"Fweep?\" Junior repeated stupidly.\n\n\n \"Fweep?\" Fweep said eagerly.", "\"He's no more improbable than people,\" said Four.\n\n\n \"Less than some I've known,\" Grampa conceded.", "\"You, Grampa,\" Fred said.\n\n\n \"You bet! And who made one hundred million dollars out of it that the\n rest of you vultures are just hanging around to gobble up when I die?\"", "\"That's simple,\" Four said without hesitation. \"The winning strategy is\n to—\"", "Grampa gave him a sarcastic grin. \"Now you're curious, eh? Couldn't\n be bothered with Grampa's invention before. Oh, no! Too busy. Accept\n without question the blessings that the Good Lord provideth—\"", "Those were the Peppergrass men, four generations of them, looking\n remarkably alike, although some vital element seemed to have dwindled\n until Four looked pale and thin-faced and wizened.", "At the word, Fweep rolled swiftly across the floor and bounced into\n Four's lap. It nestled against him lovingly and opened raspberry lips.\n \"Fwiend,\" it said.", "Grampa looked at the four faces staring at him hopefully and the\n jeering grin turned to a smile. \"Well,\" he said, \"at last. You know", "\"That's impossible,\" said Junior.\n\n\n \"Not for Fweep,\" Four replied.\n\n\n \"What do you mean by that?\" Joyce suspiciously asked.", "\"What level does he use?\" Junior wanted to know.\n\n\n \"Point the scintillation counter at him.\"", "\"Now wait a minute!\" Grampa protested. \"That's not fair. Maybe\n I didn't figure out the theory myself, but I read everything the", "Junior dug one of the counters out of the supply cabinet and aimed the\n pickup at Fweep. The counter began to hum. As Fweep approached, the hum\n rose in pitch. As it passed, the hum dropped.", "\"There's no use trying to poison Fweep,\" Four said calmly. \"He's got no", "\"It was easy,\" Grampa said breezily, \"once you understood the\n principle. The player who moved second could always win if he used the\n right strategy. Dividing the thirteen lights into three sections of\n four each—\"" ], [ "It's out of the question. If that's the only way we can leave this\n planet, we'll stay here until Four has a beard as white as Grampa's!\"", "\"Look!\" he said suddenly. \"This planet not only has flora—it has\n fauna.\" He rushed to the air lock.\n\n\n \"Four!\" Reba called out warningly.", "\"This planet. It's not big, but it's fertile and it's harmless. As\n real estate, it's worth almost as much as if it were solid uranium.\"", "\"A good thing, too,\" Junior said glumly, \"because this looks like the\n end of our search. Short of a miracle, we'll spend the rest of our\n lives right here—involuntary colonists.\"", "\"I thank him for nothing,\" Joyce snapped. \"He lured us down here by\n making us think the planet had heavy metals and I want him to let us go\nimmediately\n!\"", "\"We're stuck,\" Reba said softly. \"We might as well admit it. All we can\n do is set the transmitter to send out an automatic distress call—\"", "Junior, that's why we picked this planet. We fed all the orbital data\n into Abacus, and Abacus said that orbital perturbations indicated that", "understand why we're so gosh-fired eager to leave. And as long as he's\n got Four, he's happy. Why should he make himself unhappy? As a favor", "\"Here.\" Four came through the airlock and trudged across the room,\n carrying a curious contraption made of tripod legs supporting a", "The airlock door swung inward. Through the oval doorway walked Fred,\n followed closely by Junior. They were sweat-stained and weary,\n scintillation counters dangling heavily from their belts.", "\"Maybe he developed,\" Four offered. \"It seems to me that he's bigger\n than when we first landed.\" \"He must have been here a long, long time,\"", "\"But this is important,\" Joyce cut him off eagerly. \"Can you? Talk to\n it, I mean?\"\n\n\n \"Some,\" Four admitted.\n\n\n \"Have you asked it to let us go?\"", "Right now, Fweep is friendly, but suppose he got mad! He could lower\n his radioactive shield or he might increase the gravity by a few times.\n Either way, you'd feel rather uncomfortable, Grammy.\"", "Within it was the green horizon, curving noticeably. Four angled the\n picture in toward the ship, sweeping through green, peaceful woodland\n and plain and blue lake until he stared down into the meadow at the", "Fred said. \"Fweepland, as Four calls it, kept its atmosphere and its\n water, which a planet this size ordinarily would have lost by now.\"", "look at it the right way, it's quite a lot. A beautiful, fertile world.\n Earth gravity. The flivver—even if the polarizer won't work, there's", "\"It's all right, Reba,\" Four assured her. \"The air is within one per\n cent of Earth-normal and the bio-analyzer can find no micro-organisms\n viable within the Terran spectrum.\"", "rich. We were going to find radioactives and retire to Earth like\n billionaires. And all we've done is spent a year of our lives in this", "\"Then we've wasted another week on a worthless rock,\" Joyce complained.\n She turned savagely on Fred. \"This was going to make us all filthy", "so heavy. He's why we can't leave.\"\nThe land of the Fweep rotated once on its axis, and Grampa lowered" ], [ "\"There's no use trying to poison Fweep,\" Four said calmly. \"He's got no", "Joyce drew her chair farther back toward the wall, revulsion on her\n face. \"Four! Get that nasty thing out of here!\"\n\"You mean Fweep?\" Four asked in astonishment.", "\"I mean that thing, whatever you call it.\" Joyce fluttered her hand\n impatiently. \"Get it out!\"\n\n\n Four's eyes widened farther. \"But Fweep's my friend.\"", "The raspberry sphere swept over a scattering of crumbs, engulfed them,\n absorbed them. Four looked at Joyce. Joyce was watching Fweep, too.\n\n\n \"Rat poison?\" Four asked.", "\"Well, now,\" Grampa said maliciously, his eye on Joyce, \"that's no\n problem. We can just leave Four here with Fweep.\"", "At the word, Fweep rolled swiftly across the floor and bounced into\n Four's lap. It nestled against him lovingly and opened raspberry lips.\n \"Fwiend,\" it said.", "\"That's impossible,\" said Junior.\n\n\n \"Not for Fweep,\" Four replied.\n\n\n \"What do you mean by that?\" Joyce suspiciously asked.", "\"It shifted,\" Four explained patiently, \"because Fweep kept following\n me.\"\n\n\n \"Fweep?\" Junior repeated stupidly.\n\n\n \"Fweep?\" Fweep said eagerly.", "\"Fwiend,\" said Fweep gently.\nThe land of the Fweep turned like a fat old man toasting himself in\n front of an open fire, and Junior sat at the computer's keyboard\n swearing in a steady monotone.", "\"Fweep?\" asked the blob.\n\n\n \"Sure,\" Four said. \"Go ahead, fweep—I mean sweep.\"", "Grampa reached down to pat it. For an instant, his hand disappeared\n into Fweep, and then the alien creature rolled away. This time its path\n seemed crooked.", "It opened a raspberry-color pseudo-mouth and said plaintively, \"Fweep?\n Fweep?\"", "thought he might grow into a man like his grandfather.\"\nGrampa turned red and looked quickly toward Four. The boy was staring\n intently at Fweep. \"What you doing, Four?\"", "\"How?\" asked Four. \"Fweep's skin is pretty close to impervious and\n you can't shoot him, stab him or poison him. He doesn't breathe, so", "\"And who spent it all trying to invent perpetual motion machines and\n longevity pills,\" Joyce said bitterly, \"and fixed it so we'd have to", "Right now, Fweep is friendly, but suppose he got mad! He could lower\n his radioactive shield or he might increase the gravity by a few times.\n Either way, you'd feel rather uncomfortable, Grammy.\"", "Reba looked at Fweep kindly. \"We can thank the little fellow for that,\n anyway.\"", "\"Now Fweep ain't the brightest creature in the Universe, so he can't", "The land of the Fweep turned slowly on its axis. The orange sun set and\n rose again and stared down once more at the meadow where the improbable", "\"Sounds good, boy,\" Grampa said eagerly. \"Whip it up for me.\"\n\n\n \"Okay, Grampa.\" Four looked at Fweep again. The translucent sphere had\n paused at Grampa's feet." ], [ "\"Well, now,\" Grampa said maliciously, his eye on Joyce, \"that's no\n problem. We can just leave Four here with Fweep.\"", "It's out of the question. If that's the only way we can leave this\n planet, we'll stay here until Four has a beard as white as Grampa's!\"", "for it. No dad-blamed machine is gonna outthink Grampa!\" He snorted\n indignantly.\nFour shrugged his narrow shoulders and wandered to the view screen.", "so heavy. He's why we can't leave.\"\nThe land of the Fweep rotated once on its axis, and Grampa lowered", "\"He's no more improbable than people,\" said Four.\n\n\n \"Less than some I've known,\" Grampa conceded.", "to Four, he'd let us leave—if we'd leave Four here with him, which we\n ain't gonna do.", "\"Look!\" he said suddenly. \"This planet not only has flora—it has\n fauna.\" He rushed to the air lock.\n\n\n \"Four!\" Reba called out warningly.", "understand why we're so gosh-fired eager to leave. And as long as he's\n got Four, he's happy. Why should he make himself unhappy? As a favor", "thought he might grow into a man like his grandfather.\"\nGrampa turned red and looked quickly toward Four. The boy was staring\n intently at Fweep. \"What you doing, Four?\"", "\"Sounds good, boy,\" Grampa said eagerly. \"Whip it up for me.\"\n\n\n \"Okay, Grampa.\" Four looked at Fweep again. The translucent sphere had\n paused at Grampa's feet.", "\"He wants to be helpful,\" Four replied without hesitation, \"and he's\n lonely. After all,\" he added wistfully, \"he's never had any friends.\"", "\"Maybe he developed,\" Four offered. \"It seems to me that he's bigger\n than when we first landed.\" \"He must have been here a long, long time,\"", "\"Never mind, Reba,\" Four said evenly. \"It was just what I was going to\n suggest myself. It's the one really logical solution.\"", "\"It belongs to all of us,\" Four said shrilly. \"You gave us all a sixth\n share.\"\n\n\n \"That's right, Four,\" Grampa muttered, \"so I did. But whose money\n bought it?\"", "\"Here.\" Four came through the airlock and trudged across the room,\n carrying a curious contraption made of tripod legs supporting a", "Right now, Fweep is friendly, but suppose he got mad! He could lower\n his radioactive shield or he might increase the gravity by a few times.\n Either way, you'd feel rather uncomfortable, Grammy.\"", "\"I like your spunk, Reb,\" Grampa muttered.\n\n\n \"Speaking of children,\" Junior said, \"where's Four?\"", "\"Not now, Grampa,\" Four said inattentively as he watched Fweep making\n the grand tour of the cabin.", "If\nwe get back to Earth,\" he amended. \"You can't be Four's father.\n All over the Universe, gravity is the same, and if it's gravity, the", "\"If it's Four's friend,\" Reba said firmly, \"it can stay. If you don't\n like to be around it, Grammy, you can always go to your own room.\"" ] ]

[ "What was the accident prone's job on this mission?", "What does the captain think causes people like Baxter to exist?", "How did all the efforts to protect Baxter make him feel?", "Who had the nicest place to sleep?", "Why couldn't Baxter use his own bathroom?", "Why did Charlie tell the natives he was their brother?", "Why did the captain stop the guard from defending the accident-prone?", "How did the captain stop the alien attack?", "Why did the captain lie to Baxter about how the fight ended?" ]

[ [ "To learn if anything had changed on the planet", "To be the first person to die on the planet", "To conduct the first-ever visit to the planet", "To try to not have any accidents on the planet" ], [ "Extra-sensory perception", "An inability to worry", "high intelligence and low self-confidence", "A desire to commit fraud" ], [ "Concerned", "Safer", "Ambivalent", "Indestructible" ], [ "The accident-prone", "The spacemen", "The captain", "The guard" ], [ "It wasn't nice enough", "It was out of order", "He thought it was too nice for him", "He was trying to sneak off the ship" ], [ "He was using a translator collar", "He was trying to act based on history", "He didn't want to point out their strange appearance", "He had no information about how to speak with them" ], [ "He didn't want to save his life", "He thought the fight must be allowed to continue", "He didn't think the guard could beat the aliens", "He was upset the guard had shoved him down" ], [ "With an attack from the guards", "With a child's game", "With a gunshot", "With a nuclear weapon" ], [ "He didn't want him to know he was so tough", "He didn't want him to know the danger in which he had been", "He had lost some body parts and was in shock", "He didn't want him to be depressed and give up" ] ]

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[ [ "Because if you're not our Accident Prone, you're just another crew\n member, you know.\"", "I snorted. \"It takes skill and training, Baxter. Your papers entitle\n you to one position and one only anywhere—Accident Prone of a", "having a rookie Accident Prone, half-starved from the unemployment\n lines, aboard my spaceship. They are always so anxious to please. They\n remember what it is like to live in a rathole behind an apartment", "No one knows what causes an accident prone. The big insurance\n companies on Earth discovered them when they found out in the last part", "This just proves that Accident Prones haven't secured the franchise on\n mistakes. The difference is that I would have gone about it a lot more\n cautiously.", "\"But there I would have some chance of\nadvancement\n. I don't want to\n be stuck in the rank of Accident Prone for life.\"", "Accident Prone First Aid Kit with spare parts for him, blood, eyes,\n bone, nerves, arms, legs, and so forth, only emphasized to him the\n danger, not the rigidly secured safety.", "were more likely\n to be out of order than the plumbing in the Accident Prone's suite. No\n effort was spared to insure comfort for the key man in the whole crew.", "His clumsiness back on Earth had cost him every decent job he ever had.\n He had come all the way down the line until he was rated eligible only", "He was right. We had started the rumors. We wanted the Prones alert,\n active and scheming to stay alive. More beneficial accidents that way.", "I believe accident prones have a better system of calculation than a\n cybernetic machine. They can take\neverything\ninto consideration—the", "practically never lost a Prone—they were too valuable and rare to\n lose—but we did not want him to stop worrying. The precautions we\n took to safeguard him, the armed men who went with him everywhere, the", "Baxter looked back at me steadily. \"There are a lot of rumors about the\n high mortality rate among Accident Prones in space, too.\"", "Drivers. Most of our medical supplies are in the Accident Prone First\n Aid Kit, for the exclusive use of the Prone. Have you ever taken a good\n look at that?\"", "Now maybe Bronoski and I could get him out ourselves by a direct\n approach, but Charlie would probably lose all self-confidence and sink\n down into accepting himself as an Accident Prone, a purely passive\n state.", "While he roused Sidney and Elliot from their punch-drunk state, I\n examined Charlie. He had a nasty burn on his leg and two toes were\n gone. If there was an explosion anywhere around, he was bound to be in\n front of it.", "I began to shake and at the same time to assure myself that I didn't\n have anything to worry about, that the precious Accident Prone would", "had blasted down in the black of night and were waiting for daylight to\n begin our re-survey of the planet. It was Charlie's first assignment,", "I suppose everything from psychology to extra-sensory perception has\n been used to explain or explain away prones. I have my own ideas. I\n think an accident prone is simply a super-genius with a super-doubt of\n himself.", "Accident Prones have to stay worried and thinking, trying to break\n out of the jinx that traps them. Usually they come to discover this" ], [ "I felt a little sorry for Charlie Baxter, but I was Captain of the\nHilliard\nand my job was to keep him worried and trying. The worst", "Baxter looked back at me steadily. \"There are a lot of rumors about the\n high mortality rate among Accident Prones in space, too.\"", "this, much less Baxter's bed in the next cabin. But then I am only a\n captain.", "\"Yes,\" I said uneasily. \"You have been thinking about this quite a lot\n while you lay there, haven't you, Baxter?\"", "I knew the reason Baxter had slipped out at night to be the first to\n greet the aliens. He was determined to be useful and necessary without", "\"I have some facts of life to give you, Baxter,\" I told him. \"It\n is your duty to\nactively", "Charlie Baxter had got pretty thin on his starvation diet back on\n Earth. He had grown a slight pot belly on the good food he drew down as", "Baxter was a novice and very much of an amateur at the game. He didn't\n like the scoring system, but he was attached to the equipment and\n didn't want to lose it.", "Baxter swallowed and started forward to meet the alien halfway. His\n boot slipped on the wet scrub grass and I saw him do the desperate\n little dance to regain his balance that I had seen him make so many\n times; he could never stay on his feet.", "Baxter's guard was doubled as soon as we set down, of course, and\n that made him fidgety. He had heard all the stories about how high", "Baxter's jaw thrust forward. \"It must be pretty bad—but it isn't as\n violent as being eaten by floating fungi or being swallowed in an\n earthquake on some airless satellite.\"", "\"Look here, Baxter, do you like your quarters on this ship?\" I demanded.", "fouling things up. I suppose Charlie had never felt valuable to anyone\n before in his life, but at the same time it hurt him to think that he\n was valuable only because he was a misfit.", "I snorted. \"It takes skill and training, Baxter. Your papers entitle\n you to one position and one only anywhere—Accident Prone of a", "That one hurt him, but I saw I had put it to him as a challenge and\n he must have had some guilt feelings about accepting all that luxury\n for being nothing more than he was. \"I could fulfill the duties of an\n ordinary spaceman, sir.\"", "Charlie Baxter had less. Lots of things can change on a planet in fifty\n years, including its inhabitants.\nBronoski picked up Baxter's tracks and those of the two guards, Elliot", "defended. He started toward Charlie Baxter and was immediately pulled\n down by a spare dozen of the mob.", "The medic left with a bow and a surly expression. I turned to Baxter,\n rather wishing Selby could have stayed. It was a labor dispute and I", "\"I had something more modest in mind, sir. Like being a captain.\"", "stars often visit you in the hospital.\nCharlie Baxter was like all of the other Prones, only worse. Moran III\n was sort of an unofficial test for him and he wanted to make good. We" ], [ "Baxter's guard was doubled as soon as we set down, of course, and\n that made him fidgety. He had heard all the stories about how high", "defended. He started toward Charlie Baxter and was immediately pulled\n down by a spare dozen of the mob.", "\"Yes,\" I said uneasily. \"You have been thinking about this quite a lot\n while you lay there, haven't you, Baxter?\"", "I felt a little sorry for Charlie Baxter, but I was Captain of the\nHilliard\nand my job was to keep him worried and trying. The worst", "Baxter swallowed and started forward to meet the alien halfway. His\n boot slipped on the wet scrub grass and I saw him do the desperate\n little dance to regain his balance that I had seen him make so many\n times; he could never stay on his feet.", "Baxter was a novice and very much of an amateur at the game. He didn't\n like the scoring system, but he was attached to the equipment and\n didn't want to lose it.", "Baxter looked back at me steadily. \"There are a lot of rumors about the\n high mortality rate among Accident Prones in space, too.\"", "Charlie Baxter had got pretty thin on his starvation diet back on\n Earth. He had grown a slight pot belly on the good food he drew down as", "I knew the reason Baxter had slipped out at night to be the first to\n greet the aliens. He was determined to be useful and necessary without", "practically never lost a Prone—they were too valuable and rare to\n lose—but we did not want him to stop worrying. The precautions we\n took to safeguard him, the armed men who went with him everywhere, the", "\"I have some facts of life to give you, Baxter,\" I told him. \"It\n is your duty to\nactively", "stars often visit you in the hospital.\nCharlie Baxter was like all of the other Prones, only worse. Moran III\n was sort of an unofficial test for him and he wanted to make good. We", "The thick brown envelope I had left on my desk was gone. I had shown\n it to Baxter and informed him that he should study it when he felt so", "fouling things up. I suppose Charlie had never felt valuable to anyone\n before in his life, but at the same time it hurt him to think that he\n was valuable only because he was a misfit.", "One glance inside the compartment at the end of the corridor satisfied\n me. There wasn't a thing wrong with the plumbing, so Baxter must have\n had something in mind.", "\"Where is Baxter?\" I asked the hulking guard. My eyes were on the sofa.\n My own bed pulled out of the wall and was considerably inferior to", "Baxter's jaw thrust forward. \"It must be pretty bad—but it isn't as\n violent as being eaten by floating fungi or being swallowed in an\n earthquake on some airless satellite.\"", "The other aliens didn't try to get to Baxter, but when they saw Elliot\n start to interfere with the two writhing opponents, they clawed him", "Baxter shivered. \"Yes, I've seen it. Several drums of blood, Type AB,", "That one hurt him, but I saw I had put it to him as a challenge and\n he must have had some guilt feelings about accepting all that luxury\n for being nothing more than he was. \"I could fulfill the duties of an\n ordinary spaceman, sir.\"" ], [ "were more likely\n to be out of order than the plumbing in the Accident Prone's suite. No\n effort was spared to insure comfort for the key man in the whole crew.", "Prone, but he was a fairly nice-looking young fellow. He looked even\n better in the pale moonlight, mixed amber and chartreuse from the twin\n satellites, and in contrast to the rest of the group.", "Then the inevitable happened. He snagged the edge of one of the Persian\n carpets on the bedroom floor with his big toe and started to fall.", "\"You mean this master bedroom, the private heated swimming pool, the\n tennis court, bowling alley and all? Yes, sir, I like it.\"\n\n\n \"The Assistant Pile Driver has a cot near the fuel tanks.\"", "The native slumped a little more than the others, as if he were more\n relaxed, and his eyes didn't goggle so much. He said, \"We do not\n understand,\" and the translation came through fine.", "He sat down on the edge of the bed and examined the pattern in the\n carpet. \"Not exactly, sir. But I get tired of people waiting for me to", "\"Where is Baxter?\" I asked the hulking guard. My eyes were on the sofa.\n My own bed pulled out of the wall and was considerably inferior to", "While he roused Sidney and Elliot from their punch-drunk state, I\n examined Charlie. He had a nasty burn on his leg and two toes were\n gone. If there was an explosion anywhere around, he was bound to be in\n front of it.", "As I lay on my belly thinking, Charlie was putting up a pretty good\n fight with the stringy native. He got in a few good punches, which", "One glance inside the compartment at the end of the corridor satisfied\n me. There wasn't a thing wrong with the plumbing, so Baxter must have\n had something in mind.", "Baxter's guard was doubled as soon as we set down, of course, and\n that made him fidgety. He had heard all the stories about how high", "He gazed off over my left shoulder. \"I had a bed behind the furnace\n back on Earth before the building I was working in burned down.\"\n\n\n \"You wouldn't like this one any better than the one before.\"", "I paused and came up with my best argument. \"How would you like to\n live like an ordinary spaceman, without rare steaks and clean sheets?", "practically never lost a Prone—they were too valuable and rare to\n lose—but we did not want him to stop worrying. The precautions we\n took to safeguard him, the armed men who went with him everywhere, the", "this, much less Baxter's bed in the next cabin. But then I am only a\n captain.", "The natives were less formidable. They made the slight lump of fat\n Charlie had at his waist look positively indecent.", "I knocked politely on his hatch and straightened my tunic. I have\n always admired the men who can look starched in a uniform. Mine always", "Charlie and the native were both technically unconscious, but they each\n had a stranglehold on each other, with Charlie getting the worst of it.\n\n\n Bronoski pried the two of them apart.", "\"You did it, Charlie,\" I lied. \"You beat him fair and square.\"\nCharlie was in bed for the next few days while his grafted toes grew\n on, but he didn't seem to mind.", "Bronoski swung his feet off the couch and stood more or less in what I\n might have taken for attention if I hadn't known him better. \"Sidney\n and Elliot escorted him down to the men's room, Captain Jackson.\"" ], [ "\"You mean,\" I said very quietly, \"that he isn't in his own bath?\"\n\n\n \"No sir,\" Bronoski said wearily. \"He told us it was out of order.\"", "One glance inside the compartment at the end of the corridor satisfied\n me. There wasn't a thing wrong with the plumbing, so Baxter must have\n had something in mind.", "Baxter's guard was doubled as soon as we set down, of course, and\n that made him fidgety. He had heard all the stories about how high", "Charlie Baxter had got pretty thin on his starvation diet back on\n Earth. He had grown a slight pot belly on the good food he drew down as", "Baxter swallowed and started forward to meet the alien halfway. His\n boot slipped on the wet scrub grass and I saw him do the desperate\n little dance to regain his balance that I had seen him make so many\n times; he could never stay on his feet.", "\"Where is Baxter?\" I asked the hulking guard. My eyes were on the sofa.\n My own bed pulled out of the wall and was considerably inferior to", "\"Yes,\" I said uneasily. \"You have been thinking about this quite a lot\n while you lay there, haven't you, Baxter?\"", "Baxter was a novice and very much of an amateur at the game. He didn't\n like the scoring system, but he was attached to the equipment and\n didn't want to lose it.", "The thick brown envelope I had left on my desk was gone. I had shown\n it to Baxter and informed him that he should study it when he felt so", "defended. He started toward Charlie Baxter and was immediately pulled\n down by a spare dozen of the mob.", "I felt a little sorry for Charlie Baxter, but I was Captain of the\nHilliard\nand my job was to keep him worried and trying. The worst", "were more likely\n to be out of order than the plumbing in the Accident Prone's suite. No\n effort was spared to insure comfort for the key man in the whole crew.", "I knew the reason Baxter had slipped out at night to be the first to\n greet the aliens. He was determined to be useful and necessary without", "this, much less Baxter's bed in the next cabin. But then I am only a\n captain.", "\"I have some facts of life to give you, Baxter,\" I told him. \"It\n is your duty to\nactively", "Baxter looked back at me steadily. \"There are a lot of rumors about the\n high mortality rate among Accident Prones in space, too.\"", "Bronoski swung his feet off the couch and stood more or less in what I\n might have taken for attention if I hadn't known him better. \"Sidney\n and Elliot escorted him down to the men's room, Captain Jackson.\"", "Charlie Baxter's original mistake had supplied us with the Rosetta\n Stone we needed.\n\n\n Doctor Selby told me Charlie could get up finally, so I went to his\n suite and shook hands with him as he still lay in bed.", "Then the inevitable happened. He snagged the edge of one of the Persian\n carpets on the bedroom floor with his big toe and started to fall.", "He sat down on the edge of the bed and examined the pattern in the\n carpet. \"Not exactly, sir. But I get tired of people waiting for me to" ], [ "\"Enough of this,\" the native said sharply. \"Do you claim to be\nmy\nbrother?\"\n\n\n \"Sure,\" Charlie said.", "\"All beings are brothers,\" Charlie said. \"We were made blood brothers\n by your people and my people several hundred of your years ago.\"", "Obviously, to claim to be a native's brother was to challenge him to a\n test of survival.", "\"We do not understand,\" the native repeated. \"Do you hold us in so much\n contempt as to claim\nall\nof us as your brothers?\"", "Charlie and the native were both technically unconscious, but they each\n had a stranglehold on each other, with Charlie getting the worst of it.\n\n\n Bronoski pried the two of them apart.", "The natives were less formidable. They made the slight lump of fat\n Charlie had at his waist look positively indecent.", "As I lay on my belly thinking, Charlie was putting up a pretty good\n fight with the stringy native. He got in a few good punches, which", "Maybe it was the way the natives were slowly but deliberately forming a\n circle about Charlie and his bodyguards.", "seemed to mystify the native, who apparently knew nothing of boxing.\n Naturally Charlie then began wrestling a trained and deadly wrestler\n instead of continuing to box him.", "\"Now!\" I told Bronoski.\n\n\n He ran into the clearing and found four bodies sprawled out: Charlie\n Baxter, his two guards and the native spokesman.", "It all meant one thing to me. The reaction of the crowd had been\n spontaneous, not planned. That meant that the struggle between Charlie", "An isolated culture like that couldn't change many of its customs.\n Then Charlie shouldn't have any trouble if he stuck to the findings on\n behavior in the report. Naturally, that meant by now he had discovered\n the fatal error.", "Charlie's words were being translated into the native language, of\n course, but Bronoski's collars and mine switched them back into", "\"You did it, Charlie,\" I lied. \"You beat him fair and square.\"\nCharlie was in bed for the next few days while his grafted toes grew\n on, but he didn't seem to mind.", "The native slumped a little more than the others, as if he were more\n relaxed, and his eyes didn't goggle so much. He said, \"We do not\n understand,\" and the translation came through fine.", "out altogether. I started to rip my collar off when the natives stopped\n screeching and a spokesman stepped forward.", "We couldn't have that. We had to have Charlie acting and thinking and\n therefore making mistakes whose bad examples we could profit by.", "The three men were just standing still, waiting for the aliens to make\n the first move. The natives looked just as worried as Charlie and his\n guards, but then that might have been their natural expression.", "perfectly shielded. I read that before the last exploration party had\n left, they had made the Moranite natives blood brothers. Then Bronoski\n knocked me down.", "fouling things up. I suppose Charlie had never felt valuable to anyone\n before in his life, but at the same time it hurt him to think that he\n was valuable only because he was a misfit." ], [ "Because if you're not our Accident Prone, you're just another crew\n member, you know.\"", "practically never lost a Prone—they were too valuable and rare to\n lose—but we did not want him to stop worrying. The precautions we\n took to safeguard him, the armed men who went with him everywhere, the", "Now maybe Bronoski and I could get him out ourselves by a direct\n approach, but Charlie would probably lose all self-confidence and sink\n down into accepting himself as an Accident Prone, a purely passive\n state.", "off Elliot and let him get to work, except his training told him that\n the life of a guard did not matter a twit, but that a Prone must be", "No one knows what causes an accident prone. The big insurance\n companies on Earth discovered them when they found out in the last part", "Elliot and Sidney, the guards, were absolutely prohibited from\n interfering in any way with a Prone's decisions. They merely had to\n follow him and give their lives to save his, if necessary.", "Accident Prones have to stay worried and thinking, trying to break\n out of the jinx that traps them. Usually they come to discover this", "Accident Prone First Aid Kit with spare parts for him, blood, eyes,\n bone, nerves, arms, legs, and so forth, only emphasized to him the\n danger, not the rigidly secured safety.", "\"Yes, sir. I see I've been fighting this thing too hard. I am an\n Accident Prone and I might as well accept it. Why not? I seem to always", "I began to shake and at the same time to assure myself that I didn't\n have anything to worry about, that the precious Accident Prone would", "\"But there I would have some chance of\nadvancement\n. I don't want to\n be stuck in the rank of Accident Prone for life.\"", "were more likely\n to be out of order than the plumbing in the Accident Prone's suite. No\n effort was spared to insure comfort for the key man in the whole crew.", "I snorted. \"It takes skill and training, Baxter. Your papers entitle\n you to one position and one only anywhere—Accident Prone of a", "I believe accident prones have a better system of calculation than a\n cybernetic machine. They can take\neverything\ninto consideration—the", "Selby and I both dived forward to catch him, but instead of doing the\n arm-waving dance for balance that we were both used to, he seemed to go\n limp and he plopped on the floor like a wet fish.", "I suppose everything from psychology to extra-sensory perception has\n been used to explain or explain away prones. I have my own ideas. I\n think an accident prone is simply a super-genius with a super-doubt of\n himself.", "having a rookie Accident Prone, half-starved from the unemployment\n lines, aboard my spaceship. They are always so anxious to please. They\n remember what it is like to live in a rathole behind an apartment", "defended. He started toward Charlie Baxter and was immediately pulled\n down by a spare dozen of the mob.", "Before he could perform his usual pratfall, Sidney and Elliot were\n at his sides, supporting him by his thin biceps. He glared at them", "Immediately he jumped to his feet, grinning. \"I finally learned to go\n limp when I take a fall, sir. It took a lot of practice. I imagine I'll\n save some broken bones that way.\"" ], [ "Dispassionately but automatically, the alien launched himself at the\n Prone's throat.\nCharterson and Von Elderman instantly went into action. Elliot", "The other aliens didn't try to get to Baxter, but when they saw Elliot\n start to interfere with the two writhing opponents, they clawed him", "I heard something that resembled a death rattle come from Charlie's\n throat as the fingers of the alien closed down on it and my hand\n twitched. A blooming light stabbed at my eyes and I flicked the lighter\n away from me.", "The Admiralty, however, is a very thorough group of men. Before they\n open a planet to colonization or even fraternization, they insist on\n knowing just what they are up against.", "Baxter swallowed and started forward to meet the alien halfway. His\n boot slipped on the wet scrub grass and I saw him do the desperate\n little dance to regain his balance that I had seen him make so many\n times; he could never stay on his feet.", "On a hunch of my own, I checked the supply lockers next to the airlock\n while Bronoski fired questions at my back. Three translator collars\n were missing. Baxter had left the spaceship and gone off into an alien\n night.", "come out of it alive. After all, Elliot and Sidney were there to\n protect him. They had machine guns, flame-throwers, atomic grenades,\n and some really potent weapons. They could handle the situation. I", "The three men were just standing still, waiting for the aliens to make\n the first move. The natives looked just as worried as Charlie and his\n guards, but then that might have been their natural expression.", "I grabbed up a translator collar and tossed one to Bronoski. Then, just\n as we were getting into the airlock, I remembered something and ran\n back to the bridge.", "perfectly shielded. I read that before the last exploration party had\n left, they had made the Moranite natives blood brothers. Then Bronoski\n knocked me down.", "out altogether. I started to rip my collar off when the natives stopped\n screeching and a spokesman stepped forward.", "cybernetic unit back on board the spaceship tried decoding the words.\n It was too much of an overload and, infuriatingly, the sound was cut", "Charlie and the native were both technically unconscious, but they each\n had a stranglehold on each other, with Charlie getting the worst of it.\n\n\n Bronoski pried the two of them apart.", "I knew the reason Baxter had slipped out at night to be the first to\n greet the aliens. He was determined to be useful and necessary without", "I stifled the gurgle of rage that came into my throat and motioned\n Bronoski to follow me. The engines on the\nHilliard", "The Moranites figured we would kill each other off all except maybe\n one, whom they could handle themselves. They still had folk legends\n about the previous visit of Earthmen and they didn't trust us.", "That one hurt him, but I saw I had put it to him as a challenge and\n he must have had some guilt feelings about accepting all that luxury\n for being nothing more than he was. \"I could fulfill the duties of an\n ordinary spaceman, sir.\"", "defended. He started toward Charlie Baxter and was immediately pulled\n down by a spare dozen of the mob.", "I could see through the stringy, alcoholic grass fairly well and there\n were Baxter, Elliot and Sidney in the middle of a curious mob of aliens.", "Baxter's jaw thrust forward. \"It must be pretty bad—but it isn't as\n violent as being eaten by floating fungi or being swallowed in an\n earthquake on some airless satellite.\"" ], [ "I felt a little sorry for Charlie Baxter, but I was Captain of the\nHilliard\nand my job was to keep him worried and trying. The worst", "\"Yes,\" I said uneasily. \"You have been thinking about this quite a lot\n while you lay there, haven't you, Baxter?\"", "defended. He started toward Charlie Baxter and was immediately pulled\n down by a spare dozen of the mob.", "Baxter's guard was doubled as soon as we set down, of course, and\n that made him fidgety. He had heard all the stories about how high", "Baxter was a novice and very much of an amateur at the game. He didn't\n like the scoring system, but he was attached to the equipment and\n didn't want to lose it.", "\"You did it, Charlie,\" I lied. \"You beat him fair and square.\"\nCharlie was in bed for the next few days while his grafted toes grew\n on, but he didn't seem to mind.", "Baxter swallowed and started forward to meet the alien halfway. His\n boot slipped on the wet scrub grass and I saw him do the desperate\n little dance to regain his balance that I had seen him make so many\n times; he could never stay on his feet.", "seemed to mystify the native, who apparently knew nothing of boxing.\n Naturally Charlie then began wrestling a trained and deadly wrestler\n instead of continuing to box him.", "I knew the reason Baxter had slipped out at night to be the first to\n greet the aliens. He was determined to be useful and necessary without", "Baxter looked back at me steadily. \"There are a lot of rumors about the\n high mortality rate among Accident Prones in space, too.\"", "\"I have some facts of life to give you, Baxter,\" I told him. \"It\n is your duty to\nactively", "That one hurt him, but I saw I had put it to him as a challenge and\n he must have had some guilt feelings about accepting all that luxury\n for being nothing more than he was. \"I could fulfill the duties of an\n ordinary spaceman, sir.\"", "One glance inside the compartment at the end of the corridor satisfied\n me. There wasn't a thing wrong with the plumbing, so Baxter must have\n had something in mind.", "this, much less Baxter's bed in the next cabin. But then I am only a\n captain.", "\"Now!\" I told Bronoski.\n\n\n He ran into the clearing and found four bodies sprawled out: Charlie\n Baxter, his two guards and the native spokesman.", "Immediately he jumped to his feet, grinning. \"I finally learned to go\n limp when I take a fall, sir. It took a lot of practice. I imagine I'll\n save some broken bones that way.\"", "The other aliens didn't try to get to Baxter, but when they saw Elliot\n start to interfere with the two writhing opponents, they clawed him", "Charlie and the native were both technically unconscious, but they each\n had a stranglehold on each other, with Charlie getting the worst of it.\n\n\n Bronoski pried the two of them apart.", "\"I had something more modest in mind, sir. Like being a captain.\"", "As I lay on my belly thinking, Charlie was putting up a pretty good\n fight with the stringy native. He got in a few good punches, which" ] ]

[ "Why did Ferdinand think the sign did not apply to him?", "Why did the boy hope there would be a problem with the ship?", "Why were men stripped of the right to vote?", "Why did the boy want to get in a lifeboat?", "Where was the man in the lifeboat born?", "Why did people live under the water?", "What was the result of Brown listening to the boy's story?", "How many sisters did Brown have?", "What happened as a result of going to the geography lecture?", "How did Brown react to Evelyn?" ]

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[ [ "But I thought of what Sis would say and I turned around obediently.\n Then I saw the big red sign again. \"Passengers not permitted—\"", "\"Nobody!\nNobody!\n\"\n\n\n \"Ferdinand, there's no point in lying! I demand—\"", "government and don't have the vaguest idea how to. Except, of course,\n in their ancient, bloody ways. Ferdinand, who has been perverting that\n sunny and carefree soul of yours?\"", "Still, if I wasn't a passenger, the sign didn't have anything to do\n with me. I knew what Sis could say to\nthat", "\"I told you, Sis. I told you! And don't call me Ferdinand. Call me\n Ford.\"\n\n\n \"Ford?\nFord?\nNow, you listen to me, Ferdinand....\"", "Another one of those signs.\nI crept up to the porthole nearest it and could just barely make out", "\"The passengers on this ship are all female. I can't imagine any of\n them that curious about my appearance. Ferdinand, it's a man who has", "\"You're going to\ntell\n, Ferdinand, what evil, criminal male is\n speaking through your mouth!\"\n\n\n \"Nobody!\" I insisted. \"They're my own ideas!\"", "\"Now you be careful, Ferdinand,\" Sis called after me as she opened a\n book called\nFamily Problems of the Frontier Woman\n. \"Remember you're\n a nice boy. Don't make me ashamed of you.\"", "\"What is this picture of me doing in your pocket, Ferdinand?\"\n\n\n A trap seemed to be hinging noisily into place. \"One of the passengers\n wanted to see how you looked in a bathing suit.\"", "\"Ferdinand your label? That's not right for a sprouting tadpole. I'll\n call you Ford. My name's Butt. Butt Lee Brown.\"", "rest because I was a foreigner and uneducated.\" His eyes grew dark for\n a moment. He chuckled again. \"But I wasn't going to serve all those", "\"Technically, Ferdinand, I'm the only passenger in our family. You\n can't be one, because, not being a citizen, you can't acquire an Earth", "And all the time I was alone. That was the best part.\nThen I passed Deck Twelve and there was a big sign. \"Notice! Passengers\n not permitted past this point!\" A big sign in red.", "I held out my hand the way Sis had taught me. \"My name is Ferdinand\n Sparling. I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr.—Mr.—\"", "\"Ferdinand,\" Sis said, \"let's go back to our cabin.\"", "breed of green shata.\nBossy, opinionated.\nBy the way, Fordie,\" he\n said, rising and stretching so the fish-leather bounced and rippled off", "He waved his hands at her impatiently. \"I'm not talking law, female;\n I'm talking sense. Listen! I'm in trouble because I went to Earth to", "the stern jets where it was plastered against the hull. Then I walked\n under the sign and tried to figure the way you were supposed to get", "\"Sorry, Ford, old tad,\" he would drawl, spinning around and around in\n the control swivel-chair at the nose of the lifeboat. \"But way I look" ], [ "The purser nodded slowly. \"I forgot,\" he admitted. \"Sorry, ladies, but\n the boy's right. Please make the correction in your notes.\"", "\"The passengers on this ship are all female. I can't imagine any of\n them that curious about my appearance. Ferdinand, it's a man who has", "for me so close I didn't dare radio for more munit. So I stowed away.\"\nFor a moment, I didn't understand him. When I did, I was almost ill.", "As I trotted along the crossway, I sort of wished that Sis hadn't\n decided to go after a husband on a luxury liner. On a cargo ship, now,", "And all the time I was alone. That was the best part.\nThen I passed Deck Twelve and there was a big sign. \"Notice! Passengers\n not permitted past this point!\" A big sign in red.", "her. Sis said with a certain amount of hurry and change of tone, \"What\ndo\nyou have to say about stowing away and using up lifeboat stores?\"", "must be on the other side of the ship or behind us. I pressed my nose\n against the port and saw the tiny flicker of a spaceliner taking off,\n Marsbound. I wished I was on that one!", "He chuckled and swung me up into one of the bunks that lined the\n lifeboat. \"Questions you ask,\" he said in his soft voice. \"Venus is a", "I bounced once on the hard lifeboat floor. Before I got my breath and\n sat up, the door had been shut again. When the light came on, I found", "There wasn't anyone on the deck, as far as I could see. And this\n distance from the grav helix, the ship seemed mighty quiet and lonely.\n If I just took one quick look....", "I'd studied all that out in our cabin, long before we'd lifted, on\n the transparent model of the ship hanging like a big cigar from the", "\"In the event of disaster affecting the oxygen content of\n companionway,\" they had the words etched into the glass, \"break glass\n with hammer upon wall, remove spacesuit and proceed to don it in the\n following fashion.\"", "Roosevelt\nbecause a couple of the boys in the crew are friends of mine\n and they were willing to help. But this lifeboat—don't you know that", "\"Sure I knew. Also know that if I'm picked up as a stowaway, I'll be\n sent back to Earth to serve out those fancy little sentences.\"", "I peeked around the corner. I knew it—the next deck was the hull. I\n could see the portholes. Every twelve feet, they were, filled with the", "He cocked his head and considered a moment. \"Look,\" he said finally,\n \"I have more than enough munit to pay for round trip tickets, but I", "He waved his hands at her impatiently. \"I'm not talking law, female;\n I'm talking sense. Listen! I'm in trouble because I went to Earth to", "\"Yes,\" she said bitterly. \"You had this boy steal fresh fruit for you.\n I suppose you didn't know that under space regulations that makes him\n equally guilty?\"", "to run ships. I felt free all over—and happy. Now was my chance to\n really see the\nEleanor Roosevelt\n!", "I hope we have that kind of disaster. I'd sure like to get\n into one of those! Bet it would be more fun than those diving suits\n back in Undersea!" ], [ "Council, had been one of the framers of the Male Desuffrage Act after\n the Third Atomic War had resulted in the Maternal Revolution.\nHe almost squeezed my arm when I got to the time Mom and Pop were blown", "Well! Didn't I know from my civics class that only women could be Earth\n Citizens these days? Sure, ever since the Male Desuffrage Act. And", "\"You can't have meek, law-abiding, women-ruled men when you start\n civilization on a new planet. You've got to have men who aren't afraid", "\"Told me a man wasn't supposed to say anything except through female\n attorneys. Told\nher\nthat where\nI\ncame from, a man spoke his piece\n when he'd a mind to, and his woman walked by his side.\"", "or get no good from the radioactivity. Then the best men went to the\n planets, Sis says, until by now even if a woman can scrounge a personal\n husband, he's not much to boast about.\"", "of Mexico. But women always know what's right, and a boy can only make\n faces and do what they say, same as the men have to do.", "After a moment of sober reflection, I nodded. \"You're right. I've also\n become a male outside the law. We're in this together.\"", "\"The three-out-of-four. No more than three women out of every four on\n Earth can expect to find husbands. Not enough men to go around. Way", "The purser nodded slowly. \"I forgot,\" he admitted. \"Sorry, ladies, but\n the boy's right. Please make the correction in your notes.\"", "hammocks. That meant only the ship's crew was up and about. Ship's\n crews are men; women are too busy with important things like government", "\"I don't have a father to give me one when I come of age. I don't even\n have an older brother as head of my family like your brother Labrador.\n All I have is Sis. And\nshe\n—\"", "\"We haven't done so badly on Earth, after the mess you men made of\n politics. It needed a revolution of the mothers before—\"\n\n\n \"Needed nothing. Everyone wanted peace. Earth is a weary old world.\"", "rest because I was a foreigner and uneducated.\" His eyes grew dark for\n a moment. He chuckled again. \"But I wasn't going to serve all those", "The moment he landed on Earth he was in trouble. He didn't know he had\n to register at a government-operated hotel for transient males; he", "\"The passengers on this ship are all female. I can't imagine any of\n them that curious about my appearance. Ferdinand, it's a man who has", "entirely masculine boredom with political philosophy. I plan to have a\n government career on that new planet you talk about, Ferdinand—after\n I have found a good, steady husband, of course—and I don't look", "back in the Twentieth Century, it began to be felt, Sis says, what with\n the wars and all. Then the wars went on and a lot more men began to die", "\"They're trappers and farmers, pioneers and explorers, who're building\n Venus. And it takes a real man to build on a hot, hungry hell like\n Venus.\"", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nActually, there wouldn't be too much difference if women took", "over the Earth altogether. But not for some men and most boys!\nI've always said that even if Sis is seven years older than me—and a" ], [ "Roosevelt\nbecause a couple of the boys in the crew are friends of mine\n and they were willing to help. But this lifeboat—don't you know that", "her. Sis said with a certain amount of hurry and change of tone, \"What\ndo\nyou have to say about stowing away and using up lifeboat stores?\"", "I bounced once on the hard lifeboat floor. Before I got my breath and\n sat up, the door had been shut again. When the light came on, I found", "\"Sorry, Ford, old tad,\" he would drawl, spinning around and around in\n the control swivel-chair at the nose of the lifeboat. \"But way I look", "ceiling. Sis had studied it too, but she was looking for places like\n the dining salon and the library and Lifeboat 68 where we should go in\n case of emergency. I looked for the", "He chuckled and swung me up into one of the bunks that lined the\n lifeboat. \"Questions you ask,\" he said in his soft voice. \"Venus is a", "wall in glowing red letters were the words, \"Lifeboat 47. Passengers:\n Thirty-two. Crew: Eleven. Unauthorized personnel keep away!\"", "for me so close I didn't dare radio for more munit. So I stowed away.\"\nFor a moment, I didn't understand him. When I did, I was almost ill.", "fruit. It seemed there was nothing but processed foods in the lifeboat\n and Butt was used to a farmer's diet.", "every passenger ship carries four times as many lifeboats as it needs?\n Not to mention the food I didn't eat because it stuck in my throat?\"", "And all the time I was alone. That was the best part.\nThen I passed Deck Twelve and there was a big sign. \"Notice! Passengers\n not permitted past this point!\" A big sign in red.", "There wasn't anyone on the deck, as far as I could see. And this\n distance from the grav helix, the ship seemed mighty quiet and lonely.\n If I just took one quick look....", "I peeked around the corner. I knew it—the next deck was the hull. I\n could see the portholes. Every twelve feet, they were, filled with the", "to run ships. I felt free all over—and happy. Now was my chance to\n really see the\nEleanor Roosevelt\n!", "told him how Sis and I had been born there and spent half our childhood\n listening to the pressure pumps. He raised his eyebrows and looked\n disgusted when I told how Mom, as Undersea representative on the World", "He leaned over the edge of the bunk and stared at me very seriously.\n \"What breed of tadpole are they turning out these days? Besides, what\n business do\nyou\nhave this close to the hull?\"", "rest because I was a foreigner and uneducated.\" His eyes grew dark for\n a moment. He chuckled again. \"But I wasn't going to serve all those", "Another one of those signs.\nI crept up to the porthole nearest it and could just barely make out", "up in a surfacing boat.", "The purser nodded slowly. \"I forgot,\" he admitted. \"Sorry, ladies, but\n the boy's right. Please make the correction in your notes.\"" ], [ "\"Sorry, Ford, old tad,\" he would drawl, spinning around and around in\n the control swivel-chair at the nose of the lifeboat. \"But way I look", "told him how Sis and I had been born there and spent half our childhood\n listening to the pressure pumps. He raised his eyebrows and looked\n disgusted when I told how Mom, as Undersea representative on the World", "Roosevelt\nbecause a couple of the boys in the crew are friends of mine\n and they were willing to help. But this lifeboat—don't you know that", "He chuckled and swung me up into one of the bunks that lined the\n lifeboat. \"Questions you ask,\" he said in his soft voice. \"Venus is a", "I bounced once on the hard lifeboat floor. Before I got my breath and\n sat up, the door had been shut again. When the light came on, I found", "fruit. It seemed there was nothing but processed foods in the lifeboat\n and Butt was used to a farmer's diet.", "her. Sis said with a certain amount of hurry and change of tone, \"What\ndo\nyou have to say about stowing away and using up lifeboat stores?\"", "And his face was brown. Not just ordinary tan, you understand, but the\n deep, dark, burned-all-the-way-in brown I'd seen on the lifeguards", "wall in glowing red letters were the words, \"Lifeboat 47. Passengers:\n Thirty-two. Crew: Eleven. Unauthorized personnel keep away!\"", "rest because I was a foreigner and uneducated.\" His eyes grew dark for\n a moment. He chuckled again. \"But I wasn't going to serve all those", "ceiling. Sis had studied it too, but she was looking for places like\n the dining salon and the library and Lifeboat 68 where we should go in\n case of emergency. I looked for the", "The stranger nodded violently. \"Not on Earth, he isn't. Those busybody\n anura make sure of that. What a place! Suffering gridniks, I had a\n bellyful!\"", "\"The passengers on this ship are all female. I can't imagine any of\n them that curious about my appearance. Ferdinand, it's a man who has", "islands; he had decided to go to Earth where there was supposed to be a\n surplus. Naturally, having been born and brought up on a very primitive", "\"It's a world of strong moral fiber compared to yours, Mr. Alberta Lee\n Brown.\" Hearing his rightful name made him move suddenly and tower over", "in New Orleans whenever we took a surface vacation—the kind of tan\n that comes from day after broiling day under a really hot Sun. His\n hair looked as if it had once been blond, but now there were just long", "for me so close I didn't dare radio for more munit. So I stowed away.\"\nFor a moment, I didn't understand him. When I did, I was almost ill.", "up in a surfacing boat.", "The purser nodded slowly. \"I forgot,\" he admitted. \"Sorry, ladies, but\n the boy's right. Please make the correction in your notes.\"", "He leaned over the edge of the bunk and stared at me very seriously.\n \"What breed of tadpole are they turning out these days? Besides, what\n business do\nyou\nhave this close to the hull?\"" ], [ "\"I'm not a dryleg,\" I told him proudly. \"\nWe're\nfrom Undersea.\"\n\n\n \"\nDryhorn\n, I said, not dryleg. And what's Undersea?\"", "told him how Sis and I had been born there and spent half our childhood\n listening to the pressure pumps. He raised his eyebrows and looked\n disgusted when I told how Mom, as Undersea representative on the World", "\"Well, in Undersea we called foreigners and newcomers drylegs. Just\n like on Venus, I guess, you call them dryhorns.\" And then I told him", "on you for a wife. You're healthy and strong, got good heredity, you\n know how to operate sub-surface machinery, you've lived underwater, and", "He looked impressed when I told him about Mom and Pop being one of the\n first couples to get married in Undersea. He looked thoughtful when I", "He nodded. He'd heard about the sea-bottom mining cities that were\n bubbling under protective domes in every one of the Earth's oceans just\n about the same time settlements were springing up on the planets.", "how Undersea had been built on the bottom of the Gulf of Mexico, when\n the mineral resources of the land began to give out and engineers\n figured that a lot could still be reached from the sea bottoms.", "The stranger nodded violently. \"Not on Earth, he isn't. Those busybody\n anura make sure of that. What a place! Suffering gridniks, I had a\n bellyful!\"", "\"They're trappers and farmers, pioneers and explorers, who're building\n Venus. And it takes a real man to build on a hot, hungry hell like\n Venus.\"", "when it's happy and oiled. But to the left, the crossway led all the\n way to the outside level which ran just under the hull. There were\n portholes on the hull.", "I bounced once on the hard lifeboat floor. Before I got my breath and\n sat up, the door had been shut again. When the light came on, I found", "Continent. Since the human population is well below one per thousand\n square miles, it can readily be understood that the quantity of\n tilled soil, land or sub-surface, is so small that—Wait, I remember", "rest because I was a foreigner and uneducated.\" His eyes grew dark for\n a moment. He chuckled again. \"But I wasn't going to serve all those", "\"The passengers on this ship are all female. I can't imagine any of\n them that curious about my appearance. Ferdinand, it's a man who has", "He leaned over the edge of the bunk and stared at me very seriously.\n \"What breed of tadpole are they turning out these days? Besides, what\n business do\nyou\nhave this close to the hull?\"", "\"In the event of disaster affecting the oxygen content of\n companionway,\" they had the words etched into the glass, \"break glass\n with hammer upon wall, remove spacesuit and proceed to don it in the\n following fashion.\"", "\"Well, after the funeral, there was a little money, so Sis decided we\n might as well use it to migrate. There was no future for her on Earth,\n she figured. You know, the three-out-of-four.\"", "speak of, back in Undersea, but—yes, I'd guess Evelyn knew about as\n much as any girl there when it came to diving equipment and pressure\n pump regulation.", "I peeked around the corner. I knew it—the next deck was the hull. I\n could see the portholes. Every twelve feet, they were, filled with the", "islands; he had decided to go to Earth where there was supposed to be a\n surplus. Naturally, having been born and brought up on a very primitive" ], [ "\"Does it, now?\" she said, looking at me as if I were beginning to grow\n a second pair of ears. \"Tell me more.\"", "So Sis went in and I followed right after her. Mr. Brown closed the\n door. I tried to catch his eye so I could give him some kind of hint or", "And his face was brown. Not just ordinary tan, you understand, but the\n deep, dark, burned-all-the-way-in brown I'd seen on the lifeguards", "now—\"\nHe had just begun to work into a wonderful anecdote about his brother\n when the dinner gong rang. Butt told me to scat. He said I was a", "told him how Sis and I had been born there and spent half our childhood\n listening to the pressure pumps. He raised his eyebrows and looked\n disgusted when I told how Mom, as Undersea representative on the World", "Butt Lee Brown explained the workings of his blaster, explained it\n so carefully that I could name every part and tell what it did from\n the tiny round electrodes to the long spirals of transformer. But no", "rest because I was a foreigner and uneducated.\" His eyes grew dark for\n a moment. He chuckled again. \"But I wasn't going to serve all those", "for me so close I didn't dare radio for more munit. So I stowed away.\"\nFor a moment, I didn't understand him. When I did, I was almost ill.", "\"First, Mr. Brown,\" she began, like talking to a cluck of a kid in\n class, \"you realize that you are not only committing the political", "\"It's a world of strong moral fiber compared to yours, Mr. Alberta Lee\n Brown.\" Hearing his rightful name made him move suddenly and tower over", "The purser nodded slowly. \"I forgot,\" he admitted. \"Sorry, ladies, but\n the boy's right. Please make the correction in your notes.\"", "him. And the quick, nodding way she said she would made me feel just a\n little better.", "\"Riffraff,\" I had to answer, knowing I was getting in deeper all the\n time and not being able to help it. I mustn't give Mr. Brown away!", "All the same, I wouldn't get Mr. Butt Lee Brown into trouble if I could\n help it. I made Sis promise she wouldn't turn him in if I took her to", "After that it was all over but the confession. That came in a few\n moments. I couldn't fool Sis. She just knew me too well, I decided\n miserably. Besides, she was a girl.", "He grinned with a mighty set of teeth. \"Oh, a nestful. Of course, they\n were all killed in the Blue Chicago Rising by the MacGregor boys—all", "And he'd be off again, cross-examining me about Evelyn. I sat in the\n swivel chair he'd vacated and tried to answer his questions. But there", "He guffawed. Then he sat up and began cleaning his blaster. I found\n myself drawn to the bright killer-tube with exactly the fascination Sis\n insists such things have always had for men.", "\"Green shatas!\" he said suddenly. \"Only a tadpole. I must be getting\n jumpy enough to splash.\"", "\"They are remarkably well-organized for a young boy's ideas. A boy\n who, I might add, has previously shown a ridiculous but nonetheless" ], [ "So Sis went in and I followed right after her. Mr. Brown closed the\n door. I tried to catch his eye so I could give him some kind of hint or", "All the same, I wouldn't get Mr. Butt Lee Brown into trouble if I could\n help it. I made Sis promise she wouldn't turn him in if I took her to", "\"Well, after the funeral, there was a little money, so Sis decided we\n might as well use it to migrate. There was no future for her on Earth,\n she figured. You know, the three-out-of-four.\"", "And his face was brown. Not just ordinary tan, you understand, but the\n deep, dark, burned-all-the-way-in brown I'd seen on the lifeguards", "told him how Sis and I had been born there and spent half our childhood\n listening to the pressure pumps. He raised his eyebrows and looked\n disgusted when I told how Mom, as Undersea representative on the World", "\"First, Mr. Brown,\" she began, like talking to a cluck of a kid in\n class, \"you realize that you are not only committing the political", "After that it was all over but the confession. That came in a few\n moments. I couldn't fool Sis. She just knew me too well, I decided\n miserably. Besides, she was a girl.", "over the Earth altogether. But not for some men and most boys!\nI've always said that even if Sis is seven years older than me—and a", "other girls who were going to Venus for husbands talked to each other\n during the lecture, but not\nmy\nsister! She hung on every word, took", "Women\nlike and appreciate that counts when it comes to people getting\n married. If it were, Sis and three hundred other pretty girls like her", "\"Now you be careful, Ferdinand,\" Sis called after me as she opened a\n book called\nFamily Problems of the Frontier Woman\n. \"Remember you're\n a nice boy. Don't make me ashamed of you.\"", "explanation, but he had taken a couple of his big strides and was in\n the control section with Sis. She didn't give ground, though; I'll say", "\"I told you, Sis. I told you! And don't call me Ferdinand. Call me\n Ford.\"\n\n\n \"Ford?\nFord?\nNow, you listen to me, Ferdinand....\"", "But Sis was the only one who took notes, and she didn't take that one.\n She stared at me for a moment, biting her lower lip thoughtfully, while", "He grinned with a mighty set of teeth. \"Oh, a nestful. Of course, they\n were all killed in the Blue Chicago Rising by the MacGregor boys—all", "\"I don't have a father to give me one when I come of age. I don't even\n have an older brother as head of my family like your brother Labrador.\n All I have is Sis. And\nshe\n—\"", "\"It's a world of strong moral fiber compared to yours, Mr. Alberta Lee\n Brown.\" Hearing his rightful name made him move suddenly and tower over", "\"No, Sis, he didn't,\" I was beginning to argue. \"All he wanted—\"", "his biceps, \"that sister. She ever....\"", "\"Does it, now?\" she said, looking at me as if I were beginning to grow\n a second pair of ears. \"Tell me more.\"" ], [ "How would I know that stuff would lead to trouble for me?\nSis had insisted I come along to the geography lecture. Most of the", "The moment she sat me down and walked slowly around me, I knew I was\n in for it. \"I've been reading up on Venusian geography in the ship's\n library,\" I told her in a hurry.", "other girls who were going to Venus for husbands talked to each other\n during the lecture, but not\nmy\nsister! She hung on every word, took", "\"Does it, now?\" she said, looking at me as if I were beginning to grow\n a second pair of ears. \"Tell me more.\"", "rest because I was a foreigner and uneducated.\" His eyes grew dark for\n a moment. He chuckled again. \"But I wasn't going to serve all those", "of sight, there was nothing but smooth black wall and smooth white\n doors—on and on and on.\nGee\n, I thought excitedly, this is\none big", "He waved his hands at her impatiently. \"I'm not talking law, female;\n I'm talking sense. Listen! I'm in trouble because I went to Earth to", "told him how Sis and I had been born there and spent half our childhood\n listening to the pressure pumps. He raised his eyebrows and looked\n disgusted when I told how Mom, as Undersea representative on the World", "explanation, but he had taken a couple of his big strides and was in\n the control section with Sis. She didn't give ground, though; I'll say", "So Sis went in and I followed right after her. Mr. Brown closed the\n door. I tried to catch his eye so I could give him some kind of hint or", "now—\"\nHe had just begun to work into a wonderful anecdote about his brother\n when the dinner gong rang. Butt told me to scat. He said I was a", "And he'd be off again, cross-examining me about Evelyn. I sat in the\n swivel chair he'd vacated and tried to answer his questions. But there", "He chuckled and swung me up into one of the bunks that lined the\n lifeboat. \"Questions you ask,\" he said in his soft voice. \"Venus is a", "\"An honor, Miss Sparling,\" he said in that rumbly voice. \"Please come\n right in. There's a hurry-up draft.\"", "I'd studied all that out in our cabin, long before we'd lifted, on\n the transparent model of the ship hanging like a big cigar from the", "\"Well, after the funeral, there was a little money, so Sis decided we\n might as well use it to migrate. There was no future for her on Earth,\n she figured. You know, the three-out-of-four.\"", "The purser nodded slowly. \"I forgot,\" he admitted. \"Sorry, ladies, but\n the boy's right. Please make the correction in your notes.\"", "\"No doubt,\" she said drily. She shook her night-black hair out. \"But\n you aren't going to tell me that you read about\ndunging", "But I thought of what Sis would say and I turned around obediently.\n Then I saw the big red sign again. \"Passengers not permitted—\"", "He guffawed. Then he sat up and began cleaning his blaster. I found\n myself drawn to the bright killer-tube with exactly the fascination Sis\n insists such things have always had for men." ], [ "And he'd be off again, cross-examining me about Evelyn. I sat in the\n swivel chair he'd vacated and tried to answer his questions. But there", "was a lot of stuff I didn't know. Evelyn was a healthy girl, for\n instance; how healthy, exactly, I had no way of finding out. Yes, I'd", "\"First, Mr. Brown,\" she began, like talking to a cluck of a kid in\n class, \"you realize that you are not only committing the political", "And his face was brown. Not just ordinary tan, you understand, but the\n deep, dark, burned-all-the-way-in brown I'd seen on the lifeguards", "\"Does it, now?\" she said, looking at me as if I were beginning to grow\n a second pair of ears. \"Tell me more.\"", "So Sis went in and I followed right after her. Mr. Brown closed the\n door. I tried to catch his eye so I could give him some kind of hint or", "\"It's a world of strong moral fiber compared to yours, Mr. Alberta Lee\n Brown.\" Hearing his rightful name made him move suddenly and tower over", "\"No doubt,\" she said drily. She shook her night-black hair out. \"But\n you aren't going to tell me that you read about\ndunging", "him. And the quick, nodding way she said she would made me feel just a\n little better.", "All the same, I wouldn't get Mr. Butt Lee Brown into trouble if I could\n help it. I made Sis promise she wouldn't turn him in if I took her to", "Butt Lee Brown explained the workings of his blaster, explained it\n so carefully that I could name every part and tell what it did from\n the tiny round electrodes to the long spirals of transformer. But no", "\"Riffraff,\" I had to answer, knowing I was getting in deeper all the\n time and not being able to help it. I mustn't give Mr. Brown away!", "speak of, back in Undersea, but—yes, I'd guess Evelyn knew about as\n much as any girl there when it came to diving equipment and pressure\n pump regulation.", "told him how Sis and I had been born there and spent half our childhood\n listening to the pressure pumps. He raised his eyebrows and looked\n disgusted when I told how Mom, as Undersea representative on the World", "\"You're going to\ntell\n, Ferdinand, what evil, criminal male is\n speaking through your mouth!\"\n\n\n \"Nobody!\" I insisted. \"They're my own ideas!\"", "\"Now, Miss Sparling, no hoopla. I'm saying let's get married, and you\n know it. You figured out from what the boy told you that I was chewing", "He stepped to one side and, with the same sweeping gesture, holstered\n his blaster and pushed his green hood off. It was Sis's turn to jump\n when she saw the wild mass of hair rolling down his back.", "\"An honor, Miss Sparling,\" he said in that rumbly voice. \"Please come\n right in. There's a hurry-up draft.\"", "other girls who were going to Venus for husbands talked to each other\n during the lecture, but not\nmy\nsister! She hung on every word, took", "The door opened on the signal, \"Sesame.\" When Butt saw somebody was\n with me, he jumped and the ten-inch blaster barrel grew out of his\n fingers. Then he recognized Sis from the pictures." ] ]

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In conversations, Eurocrats are frank about", "Union's Eurocrats have worthy ideas, such as persuading the", "The Eurocrats were", "Europe (as, of course, it is in the United States)", "union and its executive arm, the European Commission (there's also", "what has happened at Berlaymont. And if the European Union", "vest it in Brussels is the open objective.", "European Union headquarters, even midlevel Eurocrats have large, plush", "a sense, all European governments are angling to shift the", "This is the future of European government? Just how competent", "to establish itself as a sort of metagovernment for European" ], [ "to earlier generations of writers. Think I'll answer now.", "In a", "about their maneuvering for more money and empire: to wrest", "its goal is to expand. And what better place to", "lids. Anyone who wants coffee must sit languidly in a", "What are the", "But will the", "worth of damage, then demanding more money from the very", "benefits, and while commerce and money are gods, neither is", "United Kingdom, none of the nuance-loving literary polemics of", "in Brussels, and the neon bakery sign I can see", "wants the heat for cutting featherbedding or generous social-payment systems.", "32 hours of work, six weeks' paid vacation, and essentially", "the walls. Ranks of big black-glass BMWs and Mercedes", "Yet, sympathy is", "to demanding more benefits. Their economic power on the rise,", "see from my office window often calls out to me the", "and spend it generously on cars and dining, but what", "These rapacious European", "in politics. The result is an uneasy compromise giving Flanders" ], [ "The European Union's", "European states. Entertainingly, the European Union is perhaps the sole", "of Europe,\" headquarters of the emerging European Union. 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But bilingualism doesn't seem to do much", "sectors, while the Walloons have stagnated, devoting their energies to", "much to bring people together. In the Flemish parts of", "workers, and others have closed off large sections of Brussels", "Belgium's exports, vs. 68 percent for Flanders. The Flemish", "the protesters striking about? Typical working conditions in Belgium include", "A dirty little secret of Western Europe is that it has" ], [ "I Have Seen the Future of Europe", "this Europe's future?", "Europe.", "of Europe,\" headquarters of the emerging European Union. Though practically", "The European", "Europe (as, of course, it is in the United States)", "be a living preview of the Europe to come: swathed", "This is the future of European government? Just how competent", "The European Union's", "European states. 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[ "How many of the golden era ballparks had already been torn down?", "How did the golden age parks compare to the older parks?", "What makes the new ballparks intimate?", "Which is true?", "Choose the one best statement.", "Which is not true?", "What is something new parks have that old parks did not?", "Why do owners want to build large ballparks?", "What is the relationship between team and fan desires?" ]

[ [ "13", "3", "1", "10" ], [ "The older ones were larger", "The newer ones were less hazardous", "The older ones were more intimate", "The newer ones had more character" ], [ "The size of the land on which they are built", "Wood construction", "Architectural design", "Better amenities" ], [ "All newer ballparks have top-level seating closer to the field than ever", "Newer ballparks do not have upper deck seating", "All newer ballparks have top-level seating further away from the field than ever", "Some newer ballparks have top-level seating further away from the field than ever" ], [ "A majority of teams either built new ballparks in the last decade or plan to build soon", "Almost no teams either built new ballparks in the last decade or plan to build soon", "All teams either built new ballparks in the last decade or plan to build soon", "Some teams either built new ballparks in the last decade or plan to build soon" ], [ "Some ballparks are subsidized by taxpayers", "People get more affordable tickets because the ballpark is subsidized", "Some ballparks are built in urban locations", "Some team owners pay to build their own ballparks" ], [ "food for purchase", "luxurious accommodations", "better location", "inexpensive seats" ], [ "they want to increase the total number of seats", "they can afford it and don't need to budget", "they want to sell more expensive tickets to the rich", "they want to help bring an economic boom to the area" ], [ "Teams and fans both prefer urban ballpark locations", "Teams prefer urban ballpark locations while fans prefer more remote locations", "Teams and fans both prefer more remote ballpark locations", "Fans prefer urban ballpark locations while teams prefer more remote locations" ] ]

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[ [ "regarded as the golden age of ballpark architecture. All but", "but three (Wrigley Field, Fenway Park, and Tiger Stadium)", "to golden-age ballparks are only one parallel between that period", "13 urban ballparks built in the seven-year period now regarded", "Fenway Park, and the new ones in Toronto, Baltimore, Cleveland,", "Stadium) have since been razed.", "later, a new--yet more genuinely old--ballpark arrived to dispel", "the golden-era park it replaced. New Comiskey was marketed as", "seven years ago, the first steel and concrete baseball palace", "to watch ballgames, they were vastly superior to the post-World", "the Brooklyn Dodgers, occupied a mere 5.7 acres and seated", "Phoenix's BankOne Ballpark, and those proposed for Seattle and", "palace opened for business. Philadelphia's Shibe Park, home to the", "and covers 9.3 acres. (Ebbets Field, home to the", "The gilding doesn't end there: New parks also include members-only stadium clubs and on-premises bars and restaurants.", "New Comiskey Park, which opened in 1991, attempted to", "While Camden Yards", "relatively intimate, steel-structured, city-friendly ballpark. \"Once this opens,\" predicted", "case with older parks such as Wrigley Field and Fenway", "the Athletics and later the Phillies, was one of 13" ], [ "regarded as the golden age of ballpark architecture. All but", "to golden-age ballparks are only one parallel between that period", "elsewhere, lack the character of the classic parks.", "them far larger than the parks they claim to emulate.", "as an old-fashioned park with all the modern conveniences. But", "The gilding doesn't end there: New parks also include members-only stadium clubs and on-premises bars and restaurants.", "the golden-era park it replaced. New Comiskey was marketed as", "the classic parks' merits was that they were unsubsidized. Team", "should be noted that the new parks' claim that they", "openings of the new parks beat the cold and sterile", "new parks' charms, we should be thankful. But in actual", "later, a new--yet more genuinely old--ballpark arrived to dispel", "emulate. These parks are larger than even the multipurpose hulks", "and community concerns, we may yet see parks that better", "hype is that all the new parks are intimate, and", "case with older parks such as Wrigley Field and Fenway", "Replacing parks", "owners don't advertise their new parks as a means of", "parks built of wood, these ballyards set new standards for", "In the old" ], [ "relatively intimate, steel-structured, city-friendly ballpark. \"Once this opens,\" predicted", "Fenway Park, and the new ones in Toronto, Baltimore, Cleveland,", "Why are upper-deck seats in the new parks so far from the game? Two reasons: column placement and luxury seating.", "The gilding doesn't end there: New parks also include members-only stadium clubs and on-premises bars and restaurants.", "actual size, the new ballyards are not intimate. All their", "hype is that all the new parks are intimate, and", "New Comiskey Park, which opened in 1991, attempted to", "areas, placing the upper-deck seats closer to the game. The", "13 urban ballparks built in the seven-year period now regarded", "regarded as the golden age of ballpark architecture. All but", "later, a new--yet more genuinely old--ballpark arrived to dispel", "the spanking new Ballpark at Arlington (49,100 seats), which", "aside, the new baseball shrines are a mixed bag. Most", "While Camden Yards", "Phoenix's BankOne Ballpark, and those proposed for Seattle and", "in the new parks are scarcer. The Seattle Mariners' proposed", "Most are visually impressive, boast interestingly shaped playing fields, and", "old-time baseball flavor in greater comfort and convenience. Local taxpayers", "but three (Wrigley Field, Fenway Park, and Tiger Stadium)", "be: Camden Yards' successors in Cleveland, Arlington (Texas), and" ], [ "want one like it.\" And so it came to be:", "One of the", "But one compelling", "than the old. Intimacy has two aspects--actual size and the", "So too is", "Fourscore and seven", "The good news", "But inside, it was still a symmetrical concrete monster, and", "feet high. This is not ballpark trivia, but an indicator", "Or compare heights:", "grass and no roof, bells, or whistles.\" Though his attitude", "In the old", "A year later,", "Why should the", "a disembodied voice intoned, \"If you build it, they", "And independent economists (i.e., those not hired by stadium", "Larger and more", "period and ours. We are also matching that era's frenzied", "outside California. The real problem with the Seattle climate is", "Diamonds in the Rough" ], [ "One of the", "want one like it.\" And so it came to be:", "But one compelling", "Fourscore and seven", "than the old. Intimacy has two aspects--actual size and the", "Why should the", "The good news", "Or compare heights:", "In the old", "A year later,", "Larger and more", "grass and no roof, bells, or whistles.\" Though his attitude", "For the new", "\"If you put them in the wrong place, it's a colossal waste of money,\" says the planning director of the city of Cleveland. \"But if you put them in the right place, the benefits are phenomenal,\"", "Yards and its offspring are almost universally praised, some of", "novelty wears off. But some teams deliberately seek isolated locations,", "Diamonds in the Rough", "But inside, it was still a symmetrical concrete monster, and", "The San Francisco", "outside California. The real problem with the Seattle climate is" ], [ "One of the", "want one like it.\" And so it came to be:", "Fourscore and seven", "But one compelling", "And independent economists (i.e., those not hired by stadium", "grass and no roof, bells, or whistles.\" Though his attitude", "than the old. Intimacy has two aspects--actual size and the", "So too is", "But inside, it was still a symmetrical concrete monster, and", "feet high. This is not ballpark trivia, but an indicator", "outside California. The real problem with the Seattle climate is", "In the old", "The good news", "should be noted that the new parks' claim that they", "to $845 million, and that's not counting the value of", "A year later,", "Or compare heights:", "Modern conveniences aside,", "Why should the", "news is that not every owner is demanding a castle for" ], [ "should be noted that the new parks' claim that they", "as an old-fashioned park with all the modern conveniences. But", "new parks' charms, we should be thankful. But in actual", "openings of the new parks beat the cold and sterile", "The gilding doesn't end there: New parks also include members-only stadium clubs and on-premises bars and restaurants.", "elsewhere, lack the character of the classic parks.", "owners don't advertise their new parks as a means of", "are also strong indicators that suggest new urban parks have", "Replacing parks", "them far larger than the parks they claim to emulate.", "and community concerns, we may yet see parks that better", "hype is that all the new parks are intimate, and", "parks built of wood, these ballyards set new standards for", "emulate. These parks are larger than even the multipurpose hulks", "Fenway Park, and the new ones in Toronto, Baltimore, Cleveland,", "breakthrough. Even totally nontraditional parks, like those in Phoenix,", "later, a new--yet more genuinely old--ballpark arrived to dispel", "case with older parks such as Wrigley Field and Fenway", "32 franchises occupy a park that is less than 10", "proposed park, for instance, will contain about one-fourth as many" ], [ "The gilding doesn't end there: New parks also include members-only stadium clubs and on-premises bars and restaurants.", "the primary real reason for the ballpark-building boom. The real", "Team owners bought land and paid for stadium construction--some even", "Why are upper-deck seats in the new parks so far from the game? Two reasons: column placement and luxury seating.", "actual size, the new ballyards are not intimate. All their", "wants is a \"35,000-to-37,000-seat park with natural grass", "Fenway Park, and the new ones in Toronto, Baltimore, Cleveland,", "more lavish stadiums translate into greater land and construction costs.", "of the infrastructure. The Giants say that other team owners", "New Comiskey Park, which opened in 1991, attempted to", "13 urban ballparks built in the seven-year period now regarded", "them far larger than the parks they claim to emulate.", "and Milwaukee, are budget-busters. Since most teams put up", "of making life better for elite ticketholders. They say that", "regarded as the golden age of ballpark architecture. All but", "relatively intimate, steel-structured, city-friendly ballpark. \"Once this opens,\" predicted", "old-time baseball flavor in greater comfort and convenience. Local taxpayers", "Phoenix's BankOne Ballpark, and those proposed for Seattle and", "And independent economists (i.e., those not hired by stadium", "owners don't advertise their new parks as a means of" ], [ "competitive team and to allow fans to savor that old-time", "This requires a downtown or neighborhood location where lots of fans", "for his team. All Pittsburgh Pirates owner Kevin McClatchy wants", "that create a caste system among fans. At their best,", "to the game is a communal event that is part", "Team owners bought land and paid for stadium construction--some even", "even built trolley lines to transport fans to the games.", "novelty wears off. But some teams deliberately seek isolated locations,", "of making life better for elite ticketholders. They say that", "fans can take the bus or the train to the", "35 percent when a team moves into new digs. And", "the game; where they can walk to the stadium from", "Arlington, the fan sitting in the middle-row, upper-deck seat", "want one like it.\" And so it came to be:", "of the infrastructure. The Giants say that other team owners", "areas, placing the upper-deck seats closer to the game. The", "wants is a \"35,000-to-37,000-seat park with natural grass", "Most are visually impressive, boast interestingly shaped playing fields, and", "predicted Commissioner of Baseball Bart Giamatti, \"everyone will want", "And independent economists (i.e., those not hired by stadium" ] ]

[ "Why does Tannen say her book is not about civility?", "What two fields does the author say Tannen mixes together?", "What does the author feel is contradictory about Tannen's work?", "How did the author feel about Tannen's book?", "What is not a lesson the author gleaned from the book?", "Why does the author think Tannen is wrong?", "What does the author think investigative journalism accomplishes?", "What mistake does Tannen make when discussing the military?", "Which statement resonates most with Tannen's viewpoint?", "How does Tannen feel about the Bill of Rights?" ]

[ [ "She doesn't think books about civility are worth reading", "She doesn't believe people are capable of civil discourse", "She thinks civility is too superficial of a solution", "She doesn't believe civil discourse is effective" ], [ "linguistics and politics", "men and women", "personal communication and public communication", "speaking and writing" ], [ "Supporting Bill Clinton ", "Thinking she can apply linguistics to intergender communication", "Being against email and mass communication while using it herself", "Saying not to criticize others while criticizing people herself" ], [ "They found nothing worthwhile in it", "They found the whole thing very worthwhile", "They found a small list of things that were worthwhile in it", "They found it to be the best of all of her books" ], [ "Look on all sides of a discussion", "Extremists are usually the most courageous people", "Innovating is better than criticizing", "Don't misrepresent things or people will stop listening to you" ], [ "She believes people should be critical of everything they disagree with, no matter how small", "She exercises her right to free speech", "She expects men and women to communicate well", "She advocates treating a terrorist the same way you treat your best friend" ], [ "Driving people to suicide", "Nothing", "Stopping people from abusing their power", "Tearing down people who are just trying to do good" ], [ "seeing the world as too dangerous", "oversimplification", "equating police and military", "denying the holocaust" ], [ "Hear no evil", "See no evil", "Speak no evil", "Do no evil" ], [ "She supports it fully", "She thinks the rights are used responsibly by the majority of people", "She expresses a preference for dictatorship", "She thinks only those who agree with her should have rights" ] ]

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[ "What was Manet’s relationship like with Ronald and Veronica?", "How long has Manet been at his post on Mars?", "What is the relationship like between Trader Tom and Manet?", "What does Trader Tom’s spaceship interior most resemble?", "How many companions did Manet make with the kit?", "What is the reason that Manet stays on Mars?", "What is Manet’s training background?", "How often does Manet communicate with Earth?", "Which humans does Manet converse with in the story?", "What are Manet’s duties at his station?" ]

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[ [ "\"You,\" Manet said to Veronica with a shove in the small of the back,\n \"inside, inside.\"\n\n\n Ronald sidestepped the lurching girl.", "Ronald was maddeningly co-operative and peaceful. He would even get in\n a fist fight to avoid trouble between them. He would do anything Manet\n wanted him to do. He was so utterly damned stupid.", "\"Ronald,\" Manet said, \"you are a terrific jerk.\"\n\n\n Ronald leaped up immediately and led with his right.\n\n\n Manet blocked it deftly and threw a right cross.", "Veronica sprang forward and led with a right.\nRonald's cries grew louder as Manet marched Veronica through the\n corridor.", "Ronald looked just the same as had when Manet had seen him last. His\n hands didn't seem to have been worn away in the least. Ronald's lips", "Manet elbowed Veronica away in a gentlemanly fashion.\n\n\n She made her return.\n\n\n \"Not now,\" he instructed her.", ".\nVeronica crept up behind Manet and slithered her hands up his back and\n over his shoulders. She leaned forward and breathed a moist warmth into", "She would, except that somehow she had turned out even less bright,\n less equipped with Manet's own store of information, than Ronald.", "\"Tie game,\" Manet said.\n\n\n \"Let's talk,\" Ronald said cheerfully. He was always cheerful.", "Cheerfulness was a personality trait Manet had thumbed out for him.\n Cheerful. Submissive. Co-operative. Manet had selected these factors in\n order to make Ronald as different a person from himself as possible.", "any more than Manet, but he could (and did) know less. He had seen to\n that when his own encephalograph matrix had programmed Ronald's feeder.", "Manet's only consolidation was that Ronald's tastes were lower than his\n own. He patriotically insisted that the American Sabre Jet was superior", "\"If you think it's the\nright\nthing, dear,\" Veronica said hesitantly.\n\n\n \"You know best, Willy,\" Ronald said uncertainly.", "Manet padded on down the hall. He had, he recalled, shoved Ronald\n in there on Lincoln's Birthday, a minor ironic twist he appreciated\n quietly. He had been waiting in vain for Ronald to run down ever since.", "\"Come on, Bill, open up the hatch for old Ronald,\" the voice carried\n through sepulchrally.\n\n\n \"Shut up!\" Manet yelled.", "Ronald didn't say anything to Manet.\n\n\n But he looked offended.", "\"The Korean-American War was the greatest of all wars,\" Ronald said\n pontifically.\n\n\n \"Only in the air,\" Manet corrected him.", "Ronald leaped forward and led with his right.\n\n\n Manet stepped inside the swing and lifted an uppercut to the ledge of\n Ronald's jaw.\n\n\n Ronald pinwheeled to the floor.", "Manet suspected hallucination, but in an existence with all the pallid\n dispassion of a requited love he was happy to welcome dementia.\n Sometimes he even manufactured it. Sometimes he would run through the", "\"You'll have Veronica and Ronald and me forever now. We'll never\n change. You'll get older, and we'll never change. You'll lose your" ], [ "Finally, Manet woke up one morning. He lay in the sheets of his bunk,\n suppressing the urge to go wash his hands, and came at last to the\n conclusion that, after all the delay, he was mad.", "So Manet put on the pressure suit he had been given because he would\n never need it, and marched out to meet the visiting spaceship.", "No one on Earth was as lonely as William Manet, and even William Manet\n could only be this lonely on Mars.\n\n\n Manet was Atmosphere Seeder Station 131-47's own human.", "\"I'm not a jet pilot,\" Manet said. \"There are no jet pilots. There\n haven't been any for generations.\"", "But if he were so much more stupid than he, Manet, why was it that\n their checker games always ended in a tie?\nThe calendar said it was Spring on Earth when the radio was activated\n for a high-speed information and entertainment transmission.", "All Manet had to do was sit in the beating aluminum heart in the middle\n of the chalk desert and stare out, chin cupped in hands, at the flat,", "Manet puttered around the spawning monster, trying to brush the copper\n taste of the station out of his mouth in the mornings, talking to\n himself, winking at Annie Oakley, and waiting to go mad.", "He lifted his bruised head from the deck and worked his reddened mouth.\n \"Had enough?\" he asked Manet.\n\n\n Manet dropped his fists to his sides and turned away. \"Yes.\"", "It gave William Manet an opportunity to think he saw a spaceship making\n a tailfirst landing on the table of the desert, its tail burning as\n bright as envy.", "\"Do you know what I'm going to do with you?\" Manet demanded. \"I'm going\n to lock you up in here, and leave you for a day, a month, a year,\n forever! Now what do you think about that?\"", "Manet suspected hallucination, but in an existence with all the pallid\n dispassion of a requited love he was happy to welcome dementia.\n Sometimes he even manufactured it. Sometimes he would run through the", "Manet opened the book to the chapter headed:\nThe Making of a Girl\n.", "Manet took the tumbler in both hands and drank. It was good whiskey,\n immensely powerful. \"The government wouldn't pay for somebody serving\n the wants of spacemen,\" he exploded.", "The buzzer-flasher activated in the solarium at the same time.\n\n\n Manet lay stretched out on his back, naked, in front of the transparent\n wall.", "Manet opened the book and, turning one blank page, found the title\n in larger print and slightly amplified:\nThe Making of Friends and\n Others", "Manet stared at the tiny wreck. \"To say the least.\"\n\n\n Victor stepped out of the oblong box. \"There is something you should\n understand. I am different from the others.\"", "Manet walked carefully down the corridor, watching streamers of\n his reflection corkscrewing into the curved walls. He had to walk\n carefully, else the artery would roll up tight and squash him. But he\n walked too carefully for this to happen.", "Why hadn't he thought of that before? Maybe because he secretly took\n comfort in the sound of an almost human voice echoing through the\n station.\n\n\n Manet threw back the bolt and wheeled back the hatch.", "\"I know.\"\nManet knew it all. He had heard it all before.", "Ronald was maddeningly co-operative and peaceful. He would even get in\n a fist fight to avoid trouble between them. He would do anything Manet\n wanted him to do. He was so utterly damned stupid." ], [ "Manet handed back the pen and stared at the laminated card in his hand.\nWhen he looked up from the card, Manet saw the box. Trader Tom was\n pushing it across the floor towards him.", "But Trader Tom would not be back. He came this way only once.\n\n\n Manet thumbed through the manual in mechanical frustration. As he did\n so, the solid piece of the last section parted sheet by sheet.", "\"You won't be,\" Trader Tom said. \"I won't pass this way again.\"\nManet didn't open the box. He let it fade quietly in the filtered but\n still brilliant sunlight near a transparent wall.", "\"What's the cost?\" Manet asked. \"Before I accept it, I have to know the\n charges.\"\n\n\n \"You never know the cost. Only your executor knows that. It's the\n Trader Tom plan.\"", "\"Ah,\" Trader Tom said, cautionary. He moved nearer the fire and warmed\n his hands and buttocks. \"Ah, but I am not a\ngovernment", "\"Of course,\" Trader Tom replied, \"I suspected. It is not so unusual,\n you know. Sign here. And here. Two copies. This is yours. Thank you so\n much.\"", "The host shrugged. It was the only word for it. \"Whatever place you\n choose it to be, so long as you're with Trader Tom. 'Service,' that's\n my motto. It is a way of life with me.\"", "Ronald was maddeningly co-operative and peaceful. He would even get in\n a fist fight to avoid trouble between them. He would do anything Manet\n wanted him to do. He was so utterly damned stupid.", "\"Old chap, understand if you please that I do not only\nsell\n. I\n am a trader—Trader Tom. I trade with many parties. There are, for\n example ... extraterrestrials.\"", "Manet opened the book and, turning one blank page, found the title\n in larger print and slightly amplified:\nThe Making of Friends and\n Others", "\"I don't believe you,\" Manet stated flatly. His conversation had grown\n blunt with disuse. \"What possible profit could your principals turn", "Finally, Manet woke up one morning. He lay in the sheets of his bunk,\n suppressing the urge to go wash his hands, and came at last to the\n conclusion that, after all the delay, he was mad.", "Manet finished the mellow whiskey and looked into the glass. It seemed\n to have been polished clean. \"What do you have to offer?\"", "He lifted his bruised head from the deck and worked his reddened mouth.\n \"Had enough?\" he asked Manet.\n\n\n Manet dropped his fists to his sides and turned away. \"Yes.\"", "\"Ronald,\" Manet said, \"you are a terrific jerk.\"\n\n\n Ronald leaped up immediately and led with his right.\n\n\n Manet blocked it deftly and threw a right cross.", "\"Yes! That's it exactly. It's\nme\nexactly. Trader Tom Service—Serving", "Manet took the tumbler in both hands and drank. It was good whiskey,\n immensely powerful. \"The government wouldn't pay for somebody serving\n the wants of spacemen,\" he exploded.", "Manet stared at the tiny wreck. \"To say the least.\"\n\n\n Victor stepped out of the oblong box. \"There is something you should\n understand. I am different from the others.\"", "\"Tie game,\" Manet said.\n\n\n \"Let's talk,\" Ronald said cheerfully. He was always cheerful.", "Trader Tom demonstrated his peculiar shrug. \"All businesses operate on\n a certain margin of risk. That is our worry.\"" ], [ "The host shrugged. It was the only word for it. \"Whatever place you\n choose it to be, so long as you're with Trader Tom. 'Service,' that's\n my motto. It is a way of life with me.\"", "\"Old chap, understand if you please that I do not only\nsell\n. I\n am a trader—Trader Tom. I trade with many parties. There are, for\n example ... extraterrestrials.\"", "\"It is commercialized,\" Trader Tom admitted with no little chagrin.\n \"It is presented to appeal to a twelve-year-old child, an erotic,", "But Trader Tom would not be back. He came this way only once.\n\n\n Manet thumbed through the manual in mechanical frustration. As he did\n so, the solid piece of the last section parted sheet by sheet.", "\"Ah,\" Trader Tom said, cautionary. He moved nearer the fire and warmed\n his hands and buttocks. \"Ah, but I am not a\ngovernment", "\"I only meant—but never mind. We give you what you want. As for\n paying for it—why, forget about the payment. You may apply for a\n Trader Tom Credit Card.\"", "Manet handed back the pen and stared at the laminated card in his hand.\nWhen he looked up from the card, Manet saw the box. Trader Tom was\n pushing it across the floor towards him.", "It gave William Manet an opportunity to think he saw a spaceship making\n a tailfirst landing on the table of the desert, its tail burning as\n bright as envy.", "\"You won't be,\" Trader Tom said. \"I won't pass this way again.\"\nManet didn't open the box. He let it fade quietly in the filtered but\n still brilliant sunlight near a transparent wall.", "\"Of course,\" Trader Tom replied, \"I suspected. It is not so unusual,\n you know. Sign here. And here. Two copies. This is yours. Thank you so\n much.\"", "\"Yes! That's it exactly. It's\nme\nexactly. Trader Tom Service—Serving", "So Manet put on the pressure suit he had been given because he would\n never need it, and marched out to meet the visiting spaceship.", "and one of which was Earth. He had to do nothing else. The whole\n gimcrack was cybernetically controlled, entirely automatic. No one was\n needed here—no human being, at least.", "He wished Trader Tom would return and extract some higher price from\n him for the Modifier, which was clearly missing from the kit.\n\n\n Or to get even more for simply repossessing the kit.", "mon ami\n? My businessmen\n have gone back to the barter system. Between them, they have the raw\n materials, the trained men, the man-hours to make a spaceship. So they", "Trader Tom demonstrated his peculiar shrug. \"All businesses operate on\n a certain margin of risk. That is our worry.\"", "the Wants of the Spaceman Between the Stars. Of course, 'stars' is\n poetic. Any point of light in the sky in a star. We service the\n planets.\"", "a kid's crank movie machine to the comfortable interior of a strange\n cabin. Not a ship's cabin but a Northwoods cabin.", "He padded down the rib-ridged matted corridor, taking his usual small\n pleasure in the kaleidoscopic effect of the spiraling reflections on\n the walls of the tubeway.", "Manet took the tumbler in both hands and drank. It was good whiskey,\n immensely powerful. \"The government wouldn't pay for somebody serving\n the wants of spacemen,\" he exploded." ], [ "Manet opened the book and, turning one blank page, found the title\n in larger print and slightly amplified:\nThe Making of Friends and\n Others", "Manet opened the book to the chapter headed:\nThe Making of a Girl\n.", "So Manet put on the pressure suit he had been given because he would\n never need it, and marched out to meet the visiting spaceship.", "\"Tie game,\" Manet said.\n\n\n \"Let's talk,\" Ronald said cheerfully. He was always cheerful.", "Manet gave in to it. \"I want to be not alone,\" he said.", "Finally, Manet woke up one morning. He lay in the sheets of his bunk,\n suppressing the urge to go wash his hands, and came at last to the\n conclusion that, after all the delay, he was mad.", "Manet giggled. \"What? What was that? Do you suggest that I take you\n back after you've been behind a locked door with my best friend?\"\n\n\n He went down the corridor, giggling.", "He giggled and thought: This will never do.\nPouring and tumbling through the Lifo kit, consulting the manual\n diligently, Manet concluded that there weren't enough parts left in the\n box to go around.", "Manet puttered around the spawning monster, trying to brush the copper\n taste of the station out of his mouth in the mornings, talking to\n himself, winking at Annie Oakley, and waiting to go mad.", "Manet suspected hallucination, but in an existence with all the pallid\n dispassion of a requited love he was happy to welcome dementia.\n Sometimes he even manufactured it. Sometimes he would run through the", "He lifted his bruised head from the deck and worked his reddened mouth.\n \"Had enough?\" he asked Manet.\n\n\n Manet dropped his fists to his sides and turned away. \"Yes.\"", "Manet handed back the pen and stared at the laminated card in his hand.\nWhen he looked up from the card, Manet saw the box. Trader Tom was\n pushing it across the floor towards him.", "All Manet had to do was sit in the beating aluminum heart in the middle\n of the chalk desert and stare out, chin cupped in hands, at the flat,", "Manet gave one final spurt from the flesh-sprayer and stood back.\n\n\n Victor was finished. Perfect.", "Ronald was maddeningly co-operative and peaceful. He would even get in\n a fist fight to avoid trouble between them. He would do anything Manet\n wanted him to do. He was so utterly damned stupid.", "Manet walked carefully down the corridor, watching streamers of\n his reflection corkscrewing into the curved walls. He had to walk\n carefully, else the artery would roll up tight and squash him. But he\n walked too carefully for this to happen.", "\"Do you know what I'm going to do with you?\" Manet demanded. \"I'm going\n to lock you up in here, and leave you for a day, a month, a year,\n forever! Now what do you think about that?\"", "Manet selected the ripple-finished gray-covered manual from the\n hodgepodge, and thought: eighteen years.", "The cardboard lid seemed to have become both brittle and rotten. It\n crumbled as easily as ideals. But Manet was old enough to remember the\n boxes Japanese toys came in when he was a boy, and was not alarmed.", "Manet elbowed Veronica away in a gentlemanly fashion.\n\n\n She made her return.\n\n\n \"Not now,\" he instructed her." ], [ "So Manet put on the pressure suit he had been given because he would\n never need it, and marched out to meet the visiting spaceship.", "No one on Earth was as lonely as William Manet, and even William Manet\n could only be this lonely on Mars.\n\n\n Manet was Atmosphere Seeder Station 131-47's own human.", "Finally, Manet woke up one morning. He lay in the sheets of his bunk,\n suppressing the urge to go wash his hands, and came at last to the\n conclusion that, after all the delay, he was mad.", "Manet took the tumbler in both hands and drank. It was good whiskey,\n immensely powerful. \"The government wouldn't pay for somebody serving\n the wants of spacemen,\" he exploded.", "But if he were so much more stupid than he, Manet, why was it that\n their checker games always ended in a tie?\nThe calendar said it was Spring on Earth when the radio was activated\n for a high-speed information and entertainment transmission.", "\"I'm not a jet pilot,\" Manet said. \"There are no jet pilots. There\n haven't been any for generations.\"", "The Overseers were to stay as long as the job required. Passenger fare\n to Mars was about one billion dollars. They weren't providing commuter", "It gave William Manet an opportunity to think he saw a spaceship making\n a tailfirst landing on the table of the desert, its tail burning as\n bright as envy.", "Ronald was maddeningly co-operative and peaceful. He would even get in\n a fist fight to avoid trouble between them. He would do anything Manet\n wanted him to do. He was so utterly damned stupid.", "estimate. The news for you is good, if you are becoming nostalgic for\n home, or not particularly bad if you are counting on drawing your\n handsome salary for the time spent on Mars. We have every reason to", "He wasn't quite clear how he came from walking effortlessly across\n the Martian plain that had all the distance-perpetuating qualities of", "Why hadn't he thought of that before? Maybe because he secretly took\n comfort in the sound of an almost human voice echoing through the\n station.\n\n\n Manet threw back the bolt and wheeled back the hatch.", "Manet suspected hallucination, but in an existence with all the pallid\n dispassion of a requited love he was happy to welcome dementia.\n Sometimes he even manufactured it. Sometimes he would run through the", "All Manet had to do was sit in the beating aluminum heart in the middle\n of the chalk desert and stare out, chin cupped in hands, at the flat,", "Manet stared at the tiny wreck. \"To say the least.\"\n\n\n Victor stepped out of the oblong box. \"There is something you should\n understand. I am different from the others.\"", "He lifted his bruised head from the deck and worked his reddened mouth.\n \"Had enough?\" he asked Manet.\n\n\n Manet dropped his fists to his sides and turned away. \"Yes.\"", "\"Tie game,\" Manet said.\n\n\n \"Let's talk,\" Ronald said cheerfully. He was always cheerful.", "\"Do you know what I'm going to do with you?\" Manet demanded. \"I'm going\n to lock you up in here, and leave you for a day, a month, a year,\n forever! Now what do you think about that?\"", "properly to remake the air of Mars is a problem comparable to finding\n the age of the Earth. Estimates change as new factors are learned. You\n may recall that three years ago the official estimate was changed to", "Manet puttered around the spawning monster, trying to brush the copper\n taste of the station out of his mouth in the mornings, talking to\n himself, winking at Annie Oakley, and waiting to go mad." ], [ "Manet opened the book to the chapter headed:\nThe Making of a Girl\n.", "Manet suspected hallucination, but in an existence with all the pallid\n dispassion of a requited love he was happy to welcome dementia.\n Sometimes he even manufactured it. Sometimes he would run through the", "Manet opened the book and, turning one blank page, found the title\n in larger print and slightly amplified:\nThe Making of Friends and\n Others", "\"That's what I'm trying to tell you,\" Manet said irritably, his social", "\"I know.\"\nManet knew it all. He had heard it all before.", "\"Ronald,\" Manet said, \"you are a terrific jerk.\"\n\n\n Ronald leaped up immediately and led with his right.\n\n\n Manet blocked it deftly and threw a right cross.", "Manet gave one final spurt from the flesh-sprayer and stood back.\n\n\n Victor was finished. Perfect.", ". Manet tried to flip past this\n section, but the pages after the sheet labeled\nThe Final Model\nwere", "All Manet had to do was sit in the beating aluminum heart in the middle\n of the chalk desert and stare out, chin cupped in hands, at the flat,", "Finally, Manet woke up one morning. He lay in the sheets of his bunk,\n suppressing the urge to go wash his hands, and came at last to the\n conclusion that, after all the delay, he was mad.", "Manet walked carefully down the corridor, watching streamers of\n his reflection corkscrewing into the curved walls. He had to walk\n carefully, else the artery would roll up tight and squash him. But he\n walked too carefully for this to happen.", "\"I don't believe you,\" Manet stated flatly. His conversation had grown\n blunt with disuse. \"What possible profit could your principals turn", ".\nVeronica crept up behind Manet and slithered her hands up his back and\n over his shoulders. She leaned forward and breathed a moist warmth into", "Manet stepped forward, lifted the model's left eyelid, tweaked his nose.\n\n\n \"Move!\"", "Manet gave in to it. \"I want to be not alone,\" he said.", "By rolling his eyes back in his head, Manet could see over a hedge of\n eyebrows for several hundred flat miles of white sand.\n\n\n And several hundred miles of desert could see him.", "Manet folded his arms stoically and added: \"Please don't talk.\"\n\n\n She sighed her instant agreement and moved her expressive hands over\n his chest and up to the hollows of his throat.", "He lifted his bruised head from the deck and worked his reddened mouth.\n \"Had enough?\" he asked Manet.\n\n\n Manet dropped his fists to his sides and turned away. \"Yes.\"", "Manet puttered around the spawning monster, trying to brush the copper\n taste of the station out of his mouth in the mornings, talking to\n himself, winking at Annie Oakley, and waiting to go mad.", "Manet finished the mellow whiskey and looked into the glass. It seemed\n to have been polished clean. \"What do you have to offer?\"" ], [ "So Manet put on the pressure suit he had been given because he would\n never need it, and marched out to meet the visiting spaceship.", "No one on Earth was as lonely as William Manet, and even William Manet\n could only be this lonely on Mars.\n\n\n Manet was Atmosphere Seeder Station 131-47's own human.", "But if he were so much more stupid than he, Manet, why was it that\n their checker games always ended in a tie?\nThe calendar said it was Spring on Earth when the radio was activated\n for a high-speed information and entertainment transmission.", "Why hadn't he thought of that before? Maybe because he secretly took\n comfort in the sound of an almost human voice echoing through the\n station.\n\n\n Manet threw back the bolt and wheeled back the hatch.", "Manet took the tumbler in both hands and drank. It was good whiskey,\n immensely powerful. \"The government wouldn't pay for somebody serving\n the wants of spacemen,\" he exploded.", "and one of which was Earth. He had to do nothing else. The whole\n gimcrack was cybernetically controlled, entirely automatic. No one was\n needed here—no human being, at least.", "Finally, Manet woke up one morning. He lay in the sheets of his bunk,\n suppressing the urge to go wash his hands, and came at last to the\n conclusion that, after all the delay, he was mad.", "\"I'm not a jet pilot,\" Manet said. \"There are no jet pilots. There\n haven't been any for generations.\"", "Manet stared at the tiny wreck. \"To say the least.\"\n\n\n Victor stepped out of the oblong box. \"There is something you should\n understand. I am different from the others.\"", "\"I suppose,\" he said heavily, \"that you would like me to take you back\n to Earth and introduce you to Daniel Boone?\"\n\n\n \"Oh, yes.\"", "Manet puttered around the spawning monster, trying to brush the copper\n taste of the station out of his mouth in the mornings, talking to\n himself, winking at Annie Oakley, and waiting to go mad.", "\"I don't believe you,\" Manet stated flatly. His conversation had grown\n blunt with disuse. \"What possible profit could your principals turn", "Manet folded his arms stoically and added: \"Please don't talk.\"\n\n\n She sighed her instant agreement and moved her expressive hands over\n his chest and up to the hollows of his throat.", "\"Do you know what I'm going to do with you?\" Manet demanded. \"I'm going\n to lock you up in here, and leave you for a day, a month, a year,\n forever! Now what do you think about that?\"", "the Wants of the Spaceman Between the Stars. Of course, 'stars' is\n poetic. Any point of light in the sky in a star. We service the\n planets.\"", "But Trader Tom would not be back. He came this way only once.\n\n\n Manet thumbed through the manual in mechanical frustration. As he did\n so, the solid piece of the last section parted sheet by sheet.", "estimate. The news for you is good, if you are becoming nostalgic for\n home, or not particularly bad if you are counting on drawing your\n handsome salary for the time spent on Mars. We have every reason to", "Manet suspected hallucination, but in an existence with all the pallid\n dispassion of a requited love he was happy to welcome dementia.\n Sometimes he even manufactured it. Sometimes he would run through the", "All Manet had to do was sit in the beating aluminum heart in the middle\n of the chalk desert and stare out, chin cupped in hands, at the flat,", "It gave William Manet an opportunity to think he saw a spaceship making\n a tailfirst landing on the table of the desert, its tail burning as\n bright as envy." ], [ "\"Tie game,\" Manet said.\n\n\n \"Let's talk,\" Ronald said cheerfully. He was always cheerful.", "Finally, Manet woke up one morning. He lay in the sheets of his bunk,\n suppressing the urge to go wash his hands, and came at last to the\n conclusion that, after all the delay, he was mad.", "Manet stared at the tiny wreck. \"To say the least.\"\n\n\n Victor stepped out of the oblong box. \"There is something you should\n understand. I am different from the others.\"", "Manet puttered around the spawning monster, trying to brush the copper\n taste of the station out of his mouth in the mornings, talking to\n himself, winking at Annie Oakley, and waiting to go mad.", "Manet folded his arms stoically and added: \"Please don't talk.\"\n\n\n She sighed her instant agreement and moved her expressive hands over\n his chest and up to the hollows of his throat.", "So Manet put on the pressure suit he had been given because he would\n never need it, and marched out to meet the visiting spaceship.", "Manet opened the book and, turning one blank page, found the title\n in larger print and slightly amplified:\nThe Making of Friends and\n Others", "Manet gave in to it. \"I want to be not alone,\" he said.", "Manet suspected hallucination, but in an existence with all the pallid\n dispassion of a requited love he was happy to welcome dementia.\n Sometimes he even manufactured it. Sometimes he would run through the", "\"That's what I'm trying to tell you,\" Manet said irritably, his social", "\"I know.\"\nManet knew it all. He had heard it all before.", "Manet finished the mellow whiskey and looked into the glass. It seemed\n to have been polished clean. \"What do you have to offer?\"", "He lifted his bruised head from the deck and worked his reddened mouth.\n \"Had enough?\" he asked Manet.\n\n\n Manet dropped his fists to his sides and turned away. \"Yes.\"", "Manet opened the book to the chapter headed:\nThe Making of a Girl\n.", "\"I don't believe you,\" Manet stated flatly. His conversation had grown\n blunt with disuse. \"What possible profit could your principals turn", "\"Do you know what I'm going to do with you?\" Manet demanded. \"I'm going\n to lock you up in here, and leave you for a day, a month, a year,\n forever! Now what do you think about that?\"", "All Manet had to do was sit in the beating aluminum heart in the middle\n of the chalk desert and stare out, chin cupped in hands, at the flat,", "Ronald was maddeningly co-operative and peaceful. He would even get in\n a fist fight to avoid trouble between them. He would do anything Manet\n wanted him to do. He was so utterly damned stupid.", "Manet giggled. \"What? What was that? Do you suggest that I take you\n back after you've been behind a locked door with my best friend?\"\n\n\n He went down the corridor, giggling.", "\"I'm not a jet pilot,\" Manet said. \"There are no jet pilots. There\n haven't been any for generations.\"" ], [ "Manet puttered around the spawning monster, trying to brush the copper\n taste of the station out of his mouth in the mornings, talking to\n himself, winking at Annie Oakley, and waiting to go mad.", "Finally, Manet woke up one morning. He lay in the sheets of his bunk,\n suppressing the urge to go wash his hands, and came at last to the\n conclusion that, after all the delay, he was mad.", "All Manet had to do was sit in the beating aluminum heart in the middle\n of the chalk desert and stare out, chin cupped in hands, at the flat,", "Manet opened the book to the chapter headed:\nThe Making of a Girl\n.", "So Manet put on the pressure suit he had been given because he would\n never need it, and marched out to meet the visiting spaceship.", "Ronald was maddeningly co-operative and peaceful. He would even get in\n a fist fight to avoid trouble between them. He would do anything Manet\n wanted him to do. He was so utterly damned stupid.", "Manet suspected hallucination, but in an existence with all the pallid\n dispassion of a requited love he was happy to welcome dementia.\n Sometimes he even manufactured it. Sometimes he would run through the", "Why hadn't he thought of that before? Maybe because he secretly took\n comfort in the sound of an almost human voice echoing through the\n station.\n\n\n Manet threw back the bolt and wheeled back the hatch.", "Manet folded his arms stoically and added: \"Please don't talk.\"\n\n\n She sighed her instant agreement and moved her expressive hands over\n his chest and up to the hollows of his throat.", "He lifted his bruised head from the deck and worked his reddened mouth.\n \"Had enough?\" he asked Manet.\n\n\n Manet dropped his fists to his sides and turned away. \"Yes.\"", "\"I know.\"\nManet knew it all. He had heard it all before.", "\"That's what I'm trying to tell you,\" Manet said irritably, his social", "Manet walked carefully down the corridor, watching streamers of\n his reflection corkscrewing into the curved walls. He had to walk\n carefully, else the artery would roll up tight and squash him. But he\n walked too carefully for this to happen.", "Manet opened the book and, turning one blank page, found the title\n in larger print and slightly amplified:\nThe Making of Friends and\n Others", "Manet gave one final spurt from the flesh-sprayer and stood back.\n\n\n Victor was finished. Perfect.", "\"I don't believe you,\" Manet stated flatly. His conversation had grown\n blunt with disuse. \"What possible profit could your principals turn", "Manet stared at the tiny wreck. \"To say the least.\"\n\n\n Victor stepped out of the oblong box. \"There is something you should\n understand. I am different from the others.\"", "\"Do you know what I'm going to do with you?\" Manet demanded. \"I'm going\n to lock you up in here, and leave you for a day, a month, a year,\n forever! Now what do you think about that?\"", "Manet gave in to it. \"I want to be not alone,\" he said.", "\"I'm not a jet pilot,\" Manet said. \"There are no jet pilots. There\n haven't been any for generations.\"" ] ]

[ "How does Gavin feel about his status with the crew?", "How does transphasia impact Gavin and Quade?", "What is the relationship between Gavin and the First Officer like?", "What is the lesson of the story?", "What kind of mission does the crew appear to be sent on?", "What were the impacts of Gavin’s interventions on the crew’s space suits?", "What are the intentions of the creatures on the planet towards explorers?", "How does Quade change through the story?" ]

[ [ "He believes there is a special bond between service people", "He believes he has their trust and attention", "He doesn’t care if they respect him or not", "When he was promoted above his comrades, they began to resent him" ], [ "Both experience modified sensory experiences", "Quade is heavily impacted, and Gavin thinks he is faking it", "Gavin is heavily impacted, while Quade seems to have become tolerant to it through many exposures", "Both experience their bodies changing phases of liquid to solid" ], [ "Gavin thinks the First Officer wants to take his job", "The First Officer only interacts with Gavin using Quade as an intermediary", "Gavin trusts him so much as to go together on space expeditions, but not further", "Gavin learns important lessons in leadership from him" ], [ "Perception is all relative", "Sometimes inexperience can produce innovation", "A learner’s mind is very dangerous in space, best to have experienced people in charge", "Save yourself before helping others is the lesson they live by" ], [ "Mapping planets, collecting precious stones", "Searching for water", "Testing colonization of distant planets by cannibalizing parts from spaceships", "Capturing aliens" ], [ "They added more oxygen for longer range", "They made them impermeable to radiation", "They improved the sensory experience for the crew", "They made them stronger to withstand the bouncing of the creatures" ], [ "Helpful", "Hostile", "Afraid", "Predatory" ], [ "His confidence grows as Captain", "His confidence is replaced by healthy skepticism", "He becomes pessimistic", "He becomes optimistic" ] ]

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[ [ "\"Captain Gavin,\" Quade said patiently, \"you must realize that an\n outsider like you, among a crew of skilled spacemen, can never be more\n than a figurehead.\"", "\"Did your crew voluntarily elect you as their leader?\"\n\n\n \"Of course they did, Gav. I'm an old hand at controlling crews.\"", "I was going after him, that was certain. Not only for humane\n reasons—he was the most important member of the crew. With him around,", "us\n, the officers, as their leaders. As far as the\n crew is concerned, Ordinary Spaceman Quade is the best man on this\n ship.\"", "\"Cool off, Gav,\" Nagurski advised me. \"It's been done before. Anybody\n else would have been a fool to go out alone, but Quade is the most\n experienced man we have. He knows transphasia. Trust him.\"", "The men followed the First Officer's example, and the rope tying them\n to him. I went along cheerfully myself, until an enormous rump struck", "He was pained. \"If you don't trust the men, they won't trust you, Gav.\"", "He said nothing on the route back to the spacer.\n\"I know all about this sort of thing, Gav,\" First Officer Nagurski said", "\"I'm not sure I can,\" he answered reluctantly. \"My hazard pay doesn't\n cover exploring with rookies. With all due respect, Captain.\"", "\"Can't,\" I told him. \"I can't trust your opinion. I can't trust\nanything\n. That's why I'm Captain.\"\n\n\n \"You'll get over feeling like that.\"", "less than the crew—all their lives hung upon it!\nThere was nothing showing on the video screen. That was why we were\n looking at it so analytically.", "reins on the men. Just offer them your advice, your guidance. They\n will soon see why the service selected you as captain; they will pick\n you themselves.\"", "\"I'm not sure I do want to find out what that was just now. I didn't\n like the feel of it. But the important thing is for us not to get any\n further from the ship.\"", "\"There's only one idea for that,\" said Quade, ducking his long head\n and stepping through the connecting hatch. \"With the Captain's\n permission....\"", "\"It's my way. You heard what Quade said. You know it yourself. The men\n have to have something tangible to hang onto out there. One slender", "Was this the way I was to be treated? Why, this man had deliberately\n insulted me, his captain. I controlled myself, remembering the", "yourself, Quade. You've been busted to Ordinary Spaceman for just that\n kind of thinking, for relying on tradition, on things that have worked", "\"He\nis\na good man,\" Nagurski said. \"You mustn't be jealous of his\n status.\"\n\n\n The dog growled. He must have sensed what I almost did to Nagurski.", "\"Transphasia, that's what it is,\" Ordinary Spaceman Quade stated with\n a definite thrust of his angular jaw in my direction. \"You can take my\n word on that, Captain Gavin.\"", "\"Maybe it's worth it,\" Quade said heavily. \"Now maybe I've learned how\n to stay alive out here. I just hope I don't forget.\"" ], [ "\"Transphasia, that's what it is,\" Ordinary Spaceman Quade stated with\n a definite thrust of his angular jaw in my direction. \"You can take my\n word on that, Captain Gavin.\"", "\"Cool off, Gav,\" Nagurski advised me. \"It's been done before. Anybody\n else would have been a fool to go out alone, but Quade is the most\n experienced man we have. He knows transphasia. Trust him.\"", "\"Is this transphasia?\" I asked in awe.\n\n\n \"It always has been before,\" Quade remarked. \"Ready to swallow your\n words about this being something an old hand wouldn't recognize,\n Captain?\"", "\"I know what transphasia is,\" I said moderately. \"It means an\n electrogravitational disturbance of incoming sense data, rechanneling", "\"There's only one way to wade through transphasia with any\n reliability,\" Quade told me. \"You keep some kind of physical contact", "Quade was as conversational as ever, though. \"I can't see\n irregularities occurring in a gravitational field. We must have\n compensated for the transphasia while we still had a point of", "\"I doubt that that is necessary, sir,\" Quade said. \"Experienced\n spacemen are experienced with transphasia. You don't have to worry. In", "\"I don't understand it,\" Quade admitted. \"Transphasia hits you a foul\n as soon as you let it into the airlock.\"", "transphasia gets you seeing limburger, turn on the radar and you're\n air-conditioned as an igloo. Nothing short of a cosmic blast can dent\n that hide. You got it made.\"", "haven't—it's your first trip. This always means transphasia—cortex\n dissolution, motor area feedback, the Aitchell Effect—call it anything\n you like, it's still transphasia.\"", "\"Captain Gavin,\" Quade said patiently, \"you must realize that an\n outsider like you, among a crew of skilled spacemen, can never be more\n than a figurehead.\"", "\"You are right,\" I said, \"only transphasia comes right through these\n air-fast joints.\"", "before with transphasia. His body cooled down because of the screaming\n wind—psychosomatic reaction—and his heating circuits compensated for", "\"I don't like this,\" I admitted. \"It's not at all what I expected from\n what you said about transphasia. It must be something else.\"", "But what else can you do with a wail but\nhear\nit?\n\n\n Quade nodded. \"I've felt this before. It usually hits sooner. Let's\n trace it.\"", "\"Never mind that for now,\" I said wearily. \"What was your idea for\n getting our exploration parties through this transphasia?\"", "\"Maybe it's worth it,\" Quade said heavily. \"Now maybe I've learned how\n to stay alive out here. I just hope I don't forget.\"", "\"But look at that screen, sir,\" Quade said with an emphatic swing of\n his scarred arm. \"I've seen blank scanning like that before and you", "\"Well, I've learned one thing from all of this,\" Quade said. \"I've been\n a blind, arrogant, cocksure fool, following courses that were good on", "Farley lugged Quade over on his back and read his gauges." ], [ "He said nothing on the route back to the spacer.\n\"I know all about this sort of thing, Gav,\" First Officer Nagurski said", "\"Captain Gavin,\" Quade said patiently, \"you must realize that an\n outsider like you, among a crew of skilled spacemen, can never be more\n than a figurehead.\"", "\"Then why are you First Officer under me now?\"", "The men followed the First Officer's example, and the rope tying them\n to him. I went along cheerfully myself, until an enormous rump struck", "\"I know. Then I'll become First Officer.\"", "\"That's it exactly, First Officer Nagurski,\" I said sociably. \"If you\n lazy, lax, complacent slobs want to do something in a particular way, I\n know it\nhas\nto be wrong.\"", "\"Did your crew voluntarily elect you as their leader?\"\n\n\n \"Of course they did, Gav. I'm an old hand at controlling crews.\"", "us\n, the officers, as their leaders. As far as the\n crew is concerned, Ordinary Spaceman Quade is the best man on this\n ship.\"", "His expression was tart and greasy despite all his light talk, and\n I knew mine was the same. I tested the security rope between our\n pressure suits. It was a taut and virile bass.", "\"Cool off, Gav,\" Nagurski advised me. \"It's been done before. Anybody\n else would have been a fool to go out alone, but Quade is the most\n experienced man we have. He knows transphasia. Trust him.\"", "\"The hell it is,\" Quade said grimly. \"It's his deadliest liability.\"\n\n\n \"In that case, I must inform you that I am demoting you to Acting\n Executive Officer.\"", "\"There's only one idea for that,\" said Quade, ducking his long head\n and stepping through the connecting hatch. \"With the Captain's\n permission....\"", "Was this the way I was to be treated? Why, this man had deliberately\n insulted me, his captain. I controlled myself, remembering the", "Farley paled. \"Captain, are you implying that\nI\nshould be running\n short on alcohol? Where do you get off suggesting a thing like that?\"", "He was pained. \"If you don't trust the men, they won't trust you, Gav.\"", "I was going after him, that was certain. Not only for humane\n reasons—he was the most important member of the crew. With him around,", "\"Can't,\" I told him. \"I can't trust your opinion. I can't trust\nanything\n. That's why I'm Captain.\"\n\n\n \"You'll get over feeling like that.\"", "let Quade escape to almost certain death? Wasn't it because I wanted\n him dead, because I resented the crew's resentment of my authority, and\n recognized in him the leader and symbol of this resentment?", "reins on the men. Just offer them your advice, your guidance. They\n will soon see why the service selected you as captain; they will pick\n you themselves.\"", "I thought about that. I was nearly through with my first mission and\n I could speak with experience, even if it was the least amount of\n experience aboard." ], [ "\"Maybe it's worth it,\" Quade said heavily. \"Now maybe I've learned how\n to stay alive out here. I just hope I don't forget.\"", "\"But they did! First, that call of theirs—it wasn't to lead us into\n danger, but to warn us of the cliff, the freezing wind. They saw we", "\"Well, I've learned one thing from all of this,\" Quade said. \"I've been\n a blind, arrogant, cocksure fool, following courses that were good on", "before. Not only your thinking is slipshod, you've grown careless about\n everything else, even your own life.\"", "\"Complacency! I've seen ten thousand wonders in twenty years of space,\n with a million variations. But the patterns repeat themselves. We learn", "\"Take a good look around, boys,\" I said. \"What do you see?\"\n\n\n \"Quail,\" Nagurski replied. \"That's what I see.\"", "\"It's my way. You heard what Quade said. You know it yourself. The men\n have to have something tangible to hang onto out there. One slender", "\"Then you can have it. I'm going to try keeping my eyes open and\n staying alive.\"\n\n\n There was no reply.", "\"We have three miles of cable. As long as you can feel, taste, see,\n smell or hear that rope anchoring you to home, you aren't lost.\"", "to do. But I learned that they are pretty smart boys; they know what\n they are doing. You can rely on them absolutely.\"", "\"He\nis\na good man,\" Nagurski said. \"You mustn't be jealous of his\n status.\"\n\n\n The dog growled. He must have sensed what I almost did to Nagurski.", "The men followed the First Officer's example, and the rope tying them\n to him. I went along cheerfully myself, until an enormous rump struck", "me. My worst fear had been that someday I would overlook one tiny flaw\n and ruin a gem. Now I might have ruined an exploration and destroyed a\n man, not a stone, because I had missed the flaw.", "He punched up his pillow and settled back. \"I guess so. But when I\n think of all the ways I nearly got myself killed out there.... How far\n have you got in the tractors?\"", "\"No, not always. I was like you at first. Fresh from the cosmic energy\n test lab, suspicious of everything, trying to tell the old hands what", "\"I believe you,\" I said quickly. \"Let's leave it at that. I don't know\n what he will hear; what's worrying me is\nhow", "Quade was delirious and we were drunk. He got away from us and jogged\n toward the herd.\n\n\n \"Let's give him a hand!\" Farley shouted. \"We'll take us a specimen!\"", "\"I never said I wouldn't take chances. But I'm not going to take\nstupid\nchances. I\nmight\nbe doing the wrong thing, but I can see you\nwould\nbe doing it wrong.\"", "\"The idiot!\" I yelped. \"Everyone needs a partner out there. Send out a\n team to follow his cable and drag him in here by it.\"", "I examined his bandisprayed hide. \"I think my way of gaining experience\n is less painful and more efficient.\"" ], [ "\"You can't get a complete picture, but you can get a good idea of\n what it looks like. We can take off in a reasonable facsimile of a\n spaceship.\"", "No one but a reckless fool would have gone out alone on a strange\n planet with a terrifying phenomenon, but I'd had enough evidence to see\n that space exploration", "less than the crew—all their lives hung upon it!\nThere was nothing showing on the video screen. That was why we were\n looking at it so analytically.", "\"In departing from standard procedure that we have learned to trust,\n you are risking more than a few men—you risk the whole mission in\n gambling so much of the ship. A captain doesn't take chances like that!\"", "us\n, the officers, as their leaders. As far as the\n crew is concerned, Ordinary Spaceman Quade is the best man on this\n ship.\"", "He stopped. \"Don't you want to find out what that was? This\nis\nan\n exploration party, you know, sir.\"", "with the spaceship. Parties are strung out on guide line, like we were,\n but the cable has to be run back and made fast to the hull.\"", "reach him alive, and we certainly couldn't reach him five or ten\n miles out with our three miles of safety line. We would have to go in\n spacesuits.", "I thought about that. I was nearly through with my first mission and\n I could speak with experience, even if it was the least amount of\n experience aboard.", "\"You,\" I said carefully, \"have been in space a\nlong\ntime. Look again.\"\n\n\n \"I see our old buddy, Quail.\"", "\"What do you think he's going to hear out there, Captain? We'd like to\n find one of those beautiful sirens on some planet, believe me, but—\"", "\"You know nothing about space, Captain! You have to trust\nus\n.\"", "want\nEarthmen to colonize the planet. We came here, you see, same as the dog\n came to Nagurski.\"", "The Quartermaster rose with grim deliberation, and hiccuped. \"Better\n get him back to the spaceship fast. I've seen this kind of thing", "\"Spaceships have parts as interchangeable as Erector sets. We can\n take apart the tractors and put our ship back together again after we\n complete the survey.\"", "\"Then you'll be interested to hear that Spaceman Quade took a suit and\n a cartographer unit. He's out there somewhere, alone.\"", "\"Yes, sir,\" Farley said obediently. \"I'll give spacemen a few quarts of\n wine, telling them to use it carefully for scientific purposes only,", "\"But, sir,\" Farley protested, \"you don't give alcohol to the crew in\n the middle of a mission. It's not done. What reason can you have?\"", "yourself, Quade. You've been busted to Ordinary Spaceman for just that\n kind of thinking, for relying on tradition, on things that have worked", "He blinked, then decided to laugh. \"I've been in space a good many\n years. I really wanted to relax a little bit more. Besides, the" ], [ "reach him alive, and we certainly couldn't reach him five or ten\n miles out with our three miles of safety line. We would have to go in\n spacesuits.", "in our suits. Hoffman suggested that he had once seen an injured\n man walked back inside his suit like a robot, but it was a delicate\n adjustment, controlling power circuits from outside a suit. It was too", "\"Captain, take my word for it,\" argued Farley. \"Constant sonic\n feedback inside a spacesuit will set you rocking against the grain.\"\n\n\n \"Devise some regular system of interruptions,\" I suggested.", "But how would that leave us any better off than Quade?\n\n\n Why was Quade vulnerable in his spacesuit, as I knew from experience he\n would be?", "\"Captain Gavin,\" Quade said patiently, \"you must realize that an\n outsider like you, among a crew of skilled spacemen, can never be more\n than a figurehead.\"", "The Quartermaster rose with grim deliberation, and hiccuped. \"Better\n get him back to the spaceship fast. I've seen this kind of thing", "His expression was tart and greasy despite all his light talk, and\n I knew mine was the same. I tested the security rope between our\n pressure suits. It was a taut and virile bass.", "\"Yes, sir,\" Farley said obediently. \"I'll give spacemen a few quarts of\n wine, telling them to use it carefully for scientific purposes only,", "He patted a space helmet paternally. \"You got yourself a self-contained\n environment. The suit's eye looks into yours at the arteries in the", "with the spaceship. Parties are strung out on guide line, like we were,\n but the cable has to be run back and made fast to the hull.\"", "He blinked, then decided to laugh. \"I've been in space a good many\n years. I really wanted to relax a little bit more. Besides, the", "\"Then you'll be interested to hear that Spaceman Quade took a suit and\n a cartographer unit. He's out there somewhere, alone.\"", "\"Spaceships have parts as interchangeable as Erector sets. We can\n take apart the tractors and put our ship back together again after we\n complete the survey.\"", "\"You can't get a complete picture, but you can get a good idea of\n what it looks like. We can take off in a reasonable facsimile of a\n spaceship.\"", "yourself, Quade. You've been busted to Ordinary Spaceman for just that\n kind of thinking, for relying on tradition, on things that have worked", "\"Transphasia, that's what it is,\" Ordinary Spaceman Quade stated with\n a definite thrust of his angular jaw in my direction. \"You can take my\n word on that, Captain Gavin.\"", "\"Quade,\" I said, \"space isn't as dangerous as all that.\" I clapped him\n on the shoulder fraternally. \"You worry too much!\"", "\"Well, you can pick up sound by conduction. Like putting two helmets\n together and talking without using radio. You can't insulate enough to\n block out all sound and still have a man-shaped suit. You have—\"", "\"You,\" I said carefully, \"have been in space a\nlong\ntime. Look again.\"\n\n\n \"I see our old buddy, Quail.\"", "He said nothing on the route back to the spacer.\n\"I know all about this sort of thing, Gav,\" First Officer Nagurski said" ], [ "The alien stood between us and the ship. It was a great pot-bellied\n lizard as tall as a man. Its sound came from a flat, vibrating beaver\n tail. Others of its kind were coming into view behind it.", "want\nEarthmen to colonize the planet. We came here, you see, same as the dog\n came to Nagurski.\"", "\"You are plain wrong, Captain. Traditionally, alien races never\n interfere with our explorations. Generally, they are so alien to us", "\"No. I think I had the right idea on your rescue party. You have to\n meet and fight a planet on its own terms. Fighting confused sounds and", "were trying to find out things about their world, so they even offered\n us one of their own kind to study. Unfortunately, he was too much for\n us. They didn't give us their top man, of course, only the village", "No one but a reckless fool would have gone out alone on a strange\n planet with a terrifying phenomenon, but I'd had enough evidence to see\n that space exploration", "As we lumbered toward them, the aliens fell back in a solid line except\n for the first curious-looking one. Quade got there ahead of us and made", "\"I think it's like Nagurski's dog. The dog came to him when it wanted\n somebody to own it, protect it, feed it, love it. These aliens", "\"The aliens were trying to help. They knew something was wrong and they\n were prodding and probing. When the first tractor pulled up and the men\n got out, they seemed to realize our own people could help us easier\n than they could.\"", "\"Too obvious. This time it might not be a familiar condition of many\n planetary gravitational fields. On this planet, that blank kinescope\n may mean our Big Brother kites were knocked down by hostile natives.\"", "Quade sat up on our crisscross litter of arms. \"Aliens can't be\n hostile. Ethnic impossibility. I'll show you.\"", "\"What do you think he's going to hear out there, Captain? We'd like to\n find one of those beautiful sirens on some planet, believe me, but—\"", "Nagurski flushed. \"Look here, Captain, you are being too damned\n cautious. There is a way one handles the survey of a planet like this,\n and this isn't the way.\"", "\"Complacency! I've seen ten thousand wonders in twenty years of space,\n with a million variations. But the patterns repeat themselves. We learn", "\"Spaceships have parts as interchangeable as Erector sets. We can\n take apart the tractors and put our ship back together again after we\n complete the survey.\"", "He stopped. \"Don't you want to find out what that was? This\nis\nan\n exploration party, you know, sir.\"", "\"I'm having the tractors torn down and the parts put back into the\n spaceship where they belong. We\nshouldn't\nrisk losing them and\n getting stuck here.\"", "\"You,\" I said carefully, \"have been in space a\nlong\ntime. Look again.\"\n\n\n \"I see our old buddy, Quail.\"", "\"Apparently, Quade,\nthis\nthing is going to creep up on us.\"\n\n\n \"Don't sound smug, Captain. It's pitty-pattying behind you too.\"", "\"Yes, sir,\" Farley said obediently. \"I'll give spacemen a few quarts of\n wine, telling them to use it carefully for scientific purposes only," ], [ "\"Maybe it's worth it,\" Quade said heavily. \"Now maybe I've learned how\n to stay alive out here. I just hope I don't forget.\"", "\"Well, I've learned one thing from all of this,\" Quade said. \"I've been\n a blind, arrogant, cocksure fool, following courses that were good on", "\"It's my way. You heard what Quade said. You know it yourself. The men\n have to have something tangible to hang onto out there. One slender", "us\n, the officers, as their leaders. As far as the\n crew is concerned, Ordinary Spaceman Quade is the best man on this\n ship.\"", "\"Yes, sir, I suppose I could,\" Quade said, bitterly aware he had lost\n out somewhere and hoping that it wasn't the start of a trend.", "let Quade escape to almost certain death? Wasn't it because I wanted\n him dead, because I resented the crew's resentment of my authority, and\n recognized in him the leader and symbol of this resentment?", "\"But look at that screen, sir,\" Quade said with an emphatic swing of\n his scarred arm. \"I've seen blank scanning like that before and you", "yourself, Quade. You've been busted to Ordinary Spaceman for just that\n kind of thinking, for relying on tradition, on things that have worked", "\"Cool off, Gav,\" Nagurski advised me. \"It's been done before. Anybody\n else would have been a fool to go out alone, but Quade is the most\n experienced man we have. He knows transphasia. Trust him.\"", "Quade was delirious and we were drunk. He got away from us and jogged\n toward the herd.\n\n\n \"Let's give him a hand!\" Farley shouted. \"We'll take us a specimen!\"", "But what else can you do with a wail but\nhear\nit?\n\n\n Quade nodded. \"I've felt this before. It usually hits sooner. Let's\n trace it.\"", "\"You,\" I said carefully, \"have been in space a\nlong\ntime. Look again.\"\n\n\n \"I see our old buddy, Quail.\"", "\"There's only one way to wade through transphasia with any\n reliability,\" Quade told me. \"You keep some kind of physical contact", "Farley lugged Quade over on his back and read his gauges.", "Quade was as conversational as ever, though. \"I can't see\n irregularities occurring in a gravitational field. We must have\n compensated for the transphasia while we still had a point of", "A hysterically screaming wind rocked me on my toes. We pushed\n on sluggishly to Quade's side, moving to the tempo of\nPomp and\n Circumstance", "\"Go ahead, Quade, tell him,\" Nagurski invited.", "\"There's only one idea for that,\" said Quade, ducking his long head\n and stepping through the connecting hatch. \"With the Captain's\n permission....\"", "\"How far can we run it back?\"\n\n\n Quade shrugged. \"Miles.\"\n\n\n \"How many?\"", "\"Quade,\" I said, \"space isn't as dangerous as all that.\" I clapped him\n on the shoulder fraternally. \"You worry too much!\"" ] ]

[ "What happened to the warden in the end?", "What does the warden think about the people he puts to sleep?", "What were Coleman’s motivations in visiting the warden?", "How did the warden go about solving his conundrum?", "What is the relationship like between Coleman and the warden?", "What does the food the warden eats indicate about his situation?", "What did Horbit beg the narrator for?", "Why does the narrator put people to sleep?", "How did the narrator get into his profession?" ]

[ [ "He was elected to the Council", "He was woken up from his dream", "He went on with his duties", "He died" ], [ "He wishes deeply to go to sleep himself to know what it’s like", "He thinks their sleep removes them from all knowing or pain of the real world", "He feels badly about it, but does not see what else could possibly be done", "He takes pride in feeling that he is serving his community" ], [ "Providing the warden with his annual raise announcement", "Persuading the warden to step down from his position", "Gathering information to bring down the warden’s compound", "Scaring him into believing his life was a dream" ], [ "He scoured the databases to see if there were any records related to him in Dreamland", "He went about his duties waiting to one day find out the truth", "He developed a moral scenario where it was revealed to him he was in the real world", "He tasked Keller with finding out the Coleman’s background" ], [ "They generally enjoy their time together serving the public", "Coleman is playing tricks on the warden and it upsets him", "They have a general understanding of each other as service members", "The warden is unsuspecting of Coleman’s true intentions" ], [ "He is likely receiving rations", "He orders food from restaurants outside the prison", "He has luxury food ingredients that a prisoner would not have", "He is dreaming" ], [ "To quit his job", "To sign a statement certifying he was in a dream", "To put him to death", "To put him to sleep" ], [ "The society has decided that incarcerated people will serve their sentence in a dream", "Prisoners on trial confess their actions while they are asleep", "The society has determined that all prisoners will be put to death by lethal injection", "He has hypnotic abilities to put his subjects into long trances" ], [ "He took up the job for the pay", "He was elected a Council member by the public", "He is experiencing a Dream that he holds the profession, but we don’t know what his real profession was", "It’s never completely explained how he got into it" ] ]

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[ [ "\"Warden,\" Paulson said, \"I've decided to give myself up. I murdered a\n blind beggar the other night.\"\n\n\n \"For his pencils?\" I asked.", "on you to make you, and\nthat\nmakes him eligible. He couldn't lose,\n Warden. No, sir, he had it made.\"", "\"Warden Walker,\" Coleman intoned in his magnificent voice, \"I'm\n shocked.\nI", "Nothing like this had ever happened in my years as warden.\nSuddenly, Coleman's words hit me in the back of the neck.\nIf I got\n through the next twenty-four hours.\nThis had to be some kind of test.", "\"But you have to! If you don't, I'll have to go out and establish my\n guilt with another crime. Do you want a crime on your hands, Warden?\"", "\"Coleman,\" I said, \"you can get out of here. As warden, I'm granting\n you a five-year probation.\"", "\"Hey, Warden,\" Captain Keller bellowed as I approached my office\n door, \"when are you going to let me throw that stiff Coleman into the", "\"I couldn't have done it, Warden,\" Horbit mumbled drowsily. \"I couldn't\n kill anybody. Unless it was like that other time.\"\n\n\n \"Of course, Eddie,\" I said.", "Coleman smiled benignly. \"Certainly, Warden.\"", "The councilman stood up swiftly, his eyes catching little sparks\n of yellow light. \"I don't approve of your decision, Warden. Not at", "I tried to coerce you with a gun. That's a crime, Warden—you\nknow\nthat's a crime! I have to be put to sleep!\"", "His eyes narrowed, both of them, on the next twitch. \"Warden, I can\n always go out and commit another anti-social act.\"", "\"I should think so,\" Coleman said emphatically. \"Warden, don't you\n sometimes feel the old system where the prisoners had the diversions", "reality. Come on now, Warden, you don't want a guy who can't cope with\n reality running around loose.\" He paused, puzzled. \"Hell, I don't", "Keller winked knowingly and sauntered out of the office, his left hand\n swinging the blackjack the Committee had taken away from him a decade\n before.", "\"Warden Walker, I've been following your career with considerable\n interest,\" Coleman said.", "Paulson tried his insufficient best to smile evilly. \"It wasn't\n conscience, Warden. I never lie awake a minute whenever I kill", "\"You show symptoms of being a habitual criminal, Coleman. I think you\n deserve\nlife\n.\"\n\n\n Coleman cocked his head thoughtfully, concerned. \"That seems rather\n extreme, Warden.\"", "A tear of frustration spilled out of his left eye with the next twitch.\n \"But Warden, sir, my psychiatrist said that I was unable to cope with", "Preston had been my predecessor. He had lost his hold on reality like\n all the others before him who had served long as warden of Dreamland." ], [ "\"Naw, he ain't violent, Warden. He just thinks he's somebody important.\"\n\n\n \"Sounds like a case for therapy, not Dreamland. Who does he think he\n is?\"", "Paulson tried his insufficient best to smile evilly. \"It wasn't\n conscience, Warden. I never lie awake a minute whenever I kill", "I tried to coerce you with a gun. That's a crime, Warden—you\nknow\nthat's a crime! I have to be put to sleep!\"", "A few had quit while they were still ahead and spent the rest of their\n lives recuperating. Our society didn't produce individuals tough enough\n to stand the strain of putting their fellow human beings to sleep for", "\"I couldn't have done it, Warden,\" Horbit mumbled drowsily. \"I couldn't\n kill anybody. Unless it was like that other time.\"\n\n\n \"Of course, Eddie,\" I said.", "sentences to be fixed by the warden. My predecessors had given him\n first a few weeks, then a few months of sleep in Dreamland.", "\"Warden,\" Paulson said, \"I've decided to give myself up. I murdered a\n blind beggar the other night.\"\n\n\n \"For his pencils?\" I asked.", "\"I've always thought,\" I said, \"that it would be a good idea to show\n a prisoner what the modern penal system was all about by giving him a\n Dream in which he dreamed about Dreamland itself.\"", "take that ... but what if he was happening to it?\nPutting people painlessly to sleep is really a depressing job. It\n keeps me awake at night thinking of all those bodies I have sent to", "\"I'm going to make you go down to the vaults and put me back to sleep,\n Warden.\"", "\"I should think so,\" Coleman said emphatically. \"Warden, don't you\n sometimes feel the old system where the prisoners had the diversions", "I cleared my throat. \"Unless they go mad and really believe the dream\n they are living. But as you know, sir, the rate of madness among\n Dreamland inmates is only slightly above the norm for the population as\n a whole.\"", "on you to make you, and\nthat\nmakes him eligible. He couldn't lose,\n Warden. No, sir, he had it made.\"", "mustache. He probably scared most people, but not me. Authority doesn't\n frighten me any more. I've put to sleep too many megalomaniacs,\n dictators, and civil servants.", "\"Why, it's the logical step forward in penal servitude. Man has been\n heading toward this since he first started civilizing himself. After\n all, some criminals", "reality. Come on now, Warden, you don't want a guy who can't cope with\n reality running around loose.\" He paused, puzzled. \"Hell, I don't", "The councilman edged forward an inch. \"And you really think Dreamland\n is the most humane confinement possible?\"", "\"Paulson, you know I could have you watched night and day if I thought\n you really were a murderer. But I can't send you back to the sleep\n vaults without proof and conviction for a crime.\"", "\"Paulson,\" I said gently, \"I want to speak with you.\"\n\n\n He bolted upright in his chair. \"You're going to put me back to sleep.\"", "\"Hey, Warden,\" Captain Keller bellowed as I approached my office\n door, \"when are you going to let me throw that stiff Coleman into the" ], [ "\"I should think so,\" Coleman said emphatically. \"Warden, don't you\n sometimes feel the old system where the prisoners had the diversions", "\"Warden Walker, I've been following your career with considerable\n interest,\" Coleman said.", "\"Warden Walker,\" Coleman intoned in his magnificent voice, \"I'm\n shocked.\nI", "Coleman smiled benignly. \"Certainly, Warden.\"", "Nothing like this had ever happened in my years as warden.\nSuddenly, Coleman's words hit me in the back of the neck.\nIf I got\n through the next twenty-four hours.\nThis had to be some kind of test.", "\"Coleman,\" I said, \"you can get out of here. As warden, I'm granting\n you a five-year probation.\"", "\"Hey, Warden,\" Captain Keller bellowed as I approached my office\n door, \"when are you going to let me throw that stiff Coleman into the", "\"You show symptoms of being a habitual criminal, Coleman. I think you\n deserve\nlife\n.\"\n\n\n Coleman cocked his head thoughtfully, concerned. \"That seems rather\n extreme, Warden.\"", "Coleman's eyes didn't frighten me; I focused right on the pupils. \"That\n was a pretty foul trick, Councilman. Did you hope to somehow frighten", "\"I should say so,\" Coleman remarked, and got up.\n\n\n I\nhad\nto get more out of him, some proof, some clue beyond the\n preposterous announcement he had made.", "\"Not at all,\" Councilman Coleman asserted. \"According to the facts as\n you know them, I am 'guilty' and must be confined.\"", "because of your high position, but at the same time you didn't want too\n long a sentence. But I'm doing you no favors. You get no time from me,\n Coleman.\"", "Councilman Coleman didn't look as if he had moved since I had left him.\n He was unwrinkled, unperspiring, his eyes and mustache crisp as ever.\n He smiled at me briefly in supreme confidence.", "\"Warden,\" Paulson said, \"I've decided to give myself up. I murdered a\n blind beggar the other night.\"\n\n\n \"For his pencils?\" I asked.", "Coleman entered wearing the same black tunic, the same superior\n attitude. His black eyes fastened on me.\n\n\n \"Sit down, Councilman,\" I directed.\n\n\n He deigned to comply.", "on you to make you, and\nthat\nmakes him eligible. He couldn't lose,\n Warden. No, sir, he had it made.\"", "I studied the files flashed before me. Several times before, Coleman\n had been guilty of slight misuses of his authority: helping his", "than a day. Even with the best intentions, mistakes can be taken for\n deliberate errors. Not to mention the converse. For his earlier errors,\n Coleman had first received a suspended sentence, then two terminal", "\"But you have to! If you don't, I'll have to go out and establish my\n guilt with another crime. Do you want a crime on your hands, Warden?\"", "The councilman stood up swiftly, his eyes catching little sparks\n of yellow light. \"I don't approve of your decision, Warden. Not at" ], [ "on you to make you, and\nthat\nmakes him eligible. He couldn't lose,\n Warden. No, sir, he had it made.\"", "\"Warden,\" Paulson said, \"I've decided to give myself up. I murdered a\n blind beggar the other night.\"\n\n\n \"For his pencils?\" I asked.", "\"But you have to! If you don't, I'll have to go out and establish my\n guilt with another crime. Do you want a crime on your hands, Warden?\"", "Nothing like this had ever happened in my years as warden.\nSuddenly, Coleman's words hit me in the back of the neck.\nIf I got\n through the next twenty-four hours.\nThis had to be some kind of test.", "His eyes narrowed, both of them, on the next twitch. \"Warden, I can\n always go out and commit another anti-social act.\"", "\"I should think so,\" Coleman said emphatically. \"Warden, don't you\n sometimes feel the old system where the prisoners had the diversions", "\"Yes, sir,\" I replied. \"By letting the prisoner project his own\n imagination onto the sense tapes and giving him a limited amount of\n alternatives to a situation, we can observe whether he is conforming to\n society to a larger extent.\"", "\"Warden Walker,\" Coleman intoned in his magnificent voice, \"I'm\n shocked.\nI", "\"Hey, Warden,\" Captain Keller bellowed as I approached my office\n door, \"when are you going to let me throw that stiff Coleman into the", "sentences to be fixed by the warden. My predecessors had given him\n first a few weeks, then a few months of sleep in Dreamland.", "Paulson tried his insufficient best to smile evilly. \"It wasn't\n conscience, Warden. I never lie awake a minute whenever I kill", "The councilman stood up swiftly, his eyes catching little sparks\n of yellow light. \"I don't approve of your decision, Warden. Not at", "\"I couldn't have done it, Warden,\" Horbit mumbled drowsily. \"I couldn't\n kill anybody. Unless it was like that other time.\"\n\n\n \"Of course, Eddie,\" I said.", "Coleman smiled benignly. \"Certainly, Warden.\"", "reality. Come on now, Warden, you don't want a guy who can't cope with\n reality running around loose.\" He paused, puzzled. \"Hell, I don't", "I studied his record. There was a chance, just a chance....\n\n\n \"Do you want to wait voluntarily in the detention quarters?\" I asked\n him.\n\n\n He agreed readily enough.", "A tear of frustration spilled out of his left eye with the next twitch.\n \"But Warden, sir, my psychiatrist said that I was unable to cope with", "The problem of what to do with Keller wasn't particularly atypical of\n the ones I had to solve daily and I wasn't going to let that worry me.\n Much.", "I tried to coerce you with a gun. That's a crime, Warden—you\nknow\nthat's a crime! I have to be put to sleep!\"", "\"Look, Paulson,\" I said, a trifle testily, \"if you have so little\n conscience as to kill a blind old man for a few dollars, where do you\n suddenly get enough guilt feelings to cause you to give yourself up?\"" ], [ "Coleman smiled benignly. \"Certainly, Warden.\"", "\"Warden Walker, I've been following your career with considerable\n interest,\" Coleman said.", "\"I should think so,\" Coleman said emphatically. \"Warden, don't you\n sometimes feel the old system where the prisoners had the diversions", "\"Warden Walker,\" Coleman intoned in his magnificent voice, \"I'm\n shocked.\nI", "\"Coleman,\" I said, \"you can get out of here. As warden, I'm granting\n you a five-year probation.\"", "Nothing like this had ever happened in my years as warden.\nSuddenly, Coleman's words hit me in the back of the neck.\nIf I got\n through the next twenty-four hours.\nThis had to be some kind of test.", "\"Hey, Warden,\" Captain Keller bellowed as I approached my office\n door, \"when are you going to let me throw that stiff Coleman into the", "\"You show symptoms of being a habitual criminal, Coleman. I think you\n deserve\nlife\n.\"\n\n\n Coleman cocked his head thoughtfully, concerned. \"That seems rather\n extreme, Warden.\"", "Councilman Coleman didn't look as if he had moved since I had left him.\n He was unwrinkled, unperspiring, his eyes and mustache crisp as ever.\n He smiled at me briefly in supreme confidence.", "Coleman entered wearing the same black tunic, the same superior\n attitude. His black eyes fastened on me.\n\n\n \"Sit down, Councilman,\" I directed.\n\n\n He deigned to comply.", "\"I'm glad you said that, Walker,\" Councilman Coleman told me warmly.\n \"As I said, I've been following your career closely, and if you", "because of your high position, but at the same time you didn't want too\n long a sentence. But I'm doing you no favors. You get no time from me,\n Coleman.\"", "on you to make you, and\nthat\nmakes him eligible. He couldn't lose,\n Warden. No, sir, he had it made.\"", "Coleman's eyes didn't frighten me; I focused right on the pupils. \"That\n was a pretty foul trick, Councilman. Did you hope to somehow frighten", "\"One of the Committee—Councilman Coleman.\"\n\n\n \"Mm-hmm. And who is he really, Captain?\"\n\n\n \"Councilman Coleman.\"", "I studied the files flashed before me. Several times before, Coleman\n had been guilty of slight misuses of his authority: helping his", "\"Not at all,\" Councilman Coleman asserted. \"According to the facts as\n you know them, I am 'guilty' and must be confined.\"", "Councilman Coleman was an impressive figure in a tailored black tunic.\n His olive features were set off by bristling black eyes and a mobile", "\"Yes, indeed,\" Coleman concurred. Just that and no more.", "I waited for Coleman's reaction. He merely nodded." ], [ "\"Warden,\" Paulson said, \"I've decided to give myself up. I murdered a\n blind beggar the other night.\"\n\n\n \"For his pencils?\" I asked.", "on you to make you, and\nthat\nmakes him eligible. He couldn't lose,\n Warden. No, sir, he had it made.\"", "\"Warden Walker,\" Coleman intoned in his magnificent voice, \"I'm\n shocked.\nI", "\"I should think so,\" Coleman said emphatically. \"Warden, don't you\n sometimes feel the old system where the prisoners had the diversions", "I walked out of my office, slowly and carefully.\nHorbit was sitting in his detention quarters idly flicking through\n a book tape on the Civil War when I found him. The tic in his cheek\n marked time with every new page.", "Nothing like this had ever happened in my years as warden.\nSuddenly, Coleman's words hit me in the back of the neck.\nIf I got\n through the next twenty-four hours.\nThis had to be some kind of test.", "The councilman stood up swiftly, his eyes catching little sparks\n of yellow light. \"I don't approve of your decision, Warden. Not at", "\"I couldn't have done it, Warden,\" Horbit mumbled drowsily. \"I couldn't\n kill anybody. Unless it was like that other time.\"\n\n\n \"Of course, Eddie,\" I said.", "His eyes narrowed, both of them, on the next twitch. \"Warden, I can\n always go out and commit another anti-social act.\"", "\"But you have to! If you don't, I'll have to go out and establish my\n guilt with another crime. Do you want a crime on your hands, Warden?\"", "Paulson tried his insufficient best to smile evilly. \"It wasn't\n conscience, Warden. I never lie awake a minute whenever I kill", "reality. Come on now, Warden, you don't want a guy who can't cope with\n reality running around loose.\" He paused, puzzled. \"Hell, I don't", "A tear of frustration spilled out of his left eye with the next twitch.\n \"But Warden, sir, my psychiatrist said that I was unable to cope with", "\"Hey, Warden,\" Captain Keller bellowed as I approached my office\n door, \"when are you going to let me throw that stiff Coleman into the", "the vaults, and it interferes to a marked extent with my digestion. I\n thought before Councilman Coleman came to see me that there wasn't much\n that could bother me worse.", "life here was only a Dream such as I fed to my own prisoners. It was\n unbelievably absurd, a queasy little joke of some kind. But I didn't\n deny it.\nIf it", "\"Yes, sir,\" I replied. \"By letting the prisoner project his own\n imagination onto the sense tapes and giving him a limited amount of\n alternatives to a situation, we can observe whether he is conforming to\n society to a larger extent.\"", "\"You show symptoms of being a habitual criminal, Coleman. I think you\n deserve\nlife\n.\"\n\n\n Coleman cocked his head thoughtfully, concerned. \"That seems rather\n extreme, Warden.\"", "\"Naw, he ain't violent, Warden. He just thinks he's somebody important.\"\n\n\n \"Sounds like a case for therapy, not Dreamland. Who does he think he\n is?\"", "I studied his record. There was a chance, just a chance....\n\n\n \"Do you want to wait voluntarily in the detention quarters?\" I asked\n him.\n\n\n He agreed readily enough." ], [ "I hardly heard Horbit when he half-shouted at me as my men led him from\n the room. Glancing up sharply, I saw him straining purposefully against", "\"A confession that you accepted a bribe to put me back to sleep,\"\n Horbit said, his tic beating out a feverish tempo. \"As soon as you've", "Horbit looked up, his eyes set in a clever new way. \"\nYou\ncall me\n that. Does it mean I am recovering? You don't mean now that I'm getting\n back my right senses?\"", "\"How am I going to accomplish that?\" Horbit asked worriedly.", "I had to admire the thought behind the idea. Horbit was convinced that\n I was only a figment of his unfocused imagination, but he was playing", "\"I couldn't have done it, Warden,\" Horbit mumbled drowsily. \"I couldn't\n kill anybody. Unless it was like that other time.\"\n\n\n \"Of course, Eddie,\" I said.", "Paulson was only a few doors away from Horbit. I found him with his\n long, thin legs stretched out in front of him, staring dismally into\n the gloom of the room. No wonder he found reality so boring and", "Horbit motioned the gun to my desk set. \"Sign that paper.\"\n\n\n I reached out and took hold of his wrist. I squeezed.\n\n\n Horbit's screams brought in the guards.", "I walked out of my office, slowly and carefully.\nHorbit was sitting in his detention quarters idly flicking through\n a book tape on the Civil War when I found him. The tic in his cheek\n marked time with every new page.", "I saw Horbit and Paulson happily off in each other's company. Paulson\n was no longer bored by a reality in which he was matching wits with", "\"Yes,\" Horbit said thoughtfully, \"yes. I must try to curb my tendency\n for telling off-color jokes. My wife is always nagging me about that.\"", "night when he was taking in\nAn American Cousin\nat the Ford Theater.\n Horbit couldn't accept history that he had no more life to live. He", "But it was my luck to get another the same day,\nthe\nday for me, as\n Horbit.", "One of Keller's men had stabbed Horbit's arm with a hypospray to\n blanket the pain from his broken wrist, and the man was quieter.", "But if this was a dream, did I want probation to reality?\nHorbit was a twitchy little man whose business tunic was the same", "the first master criminal of the paratime universe, and Horbit was no\n longer hopeless in his quest to gain another reality because he knew\n he was not merely insane now.", "\"Look, Paulson,\" I said, a trifle testily, \"if you have so little\n conscience as to kill a blind old man for a few dollars, where do you\n suddenly get enough guilt feelings to cause you to give yourself up?\"", "in the real world, but I had thought somehow he wanted to escape to a\n Dream world. Yet he didn't want to be in for life, the way Paulson and\n Horbit did.", "\"Yes, sir.\" I sat down beside him and looked earnestly into his\n twitching face. \"But I know you have always believed in the occult.\"", "\"Warden,\" Paulson said, \"I've decided to give myself up. I murdered a\n blind beggar the other night.\"\n\n\n \"For his pencils?\" I asked." ], [ "take that ... but what if he was happening to it?\nPutting people painlessly to sleep is really a depressing job. It\n keeps me awake at night thinking of all those bodies I have sent to", "mustache. He probably scared most people, but not me. Authority doesn't\n frighten me any more. I've put to sleep too many megalomaniacs,\n dictators, and civil servants.", "A few had quit while they were still ahead and spent the rest of their\n lives recuperating. Our society didn't produce individuals tough enough\n to stand the strain of putting their fellow human beings to sleep for", "\"Paulson,\" I said gently, \"I want to speak with you.\"\n\n\n He bolted upright in his chair. \"You're going to put me back to sleep.\"", "They\nwanted\nto believe them. The stories gave them what they were\n after—without me having to break the law and put them to sleep for\n crimes they hadn't committed.", "\"A confession that you accepted a bribe to put me back to sleep,\"\n Horbit said, his tic beating out a feverish tempo. \"As soon as you've", "sentences to be fixed by the warden. My predecessors had given him\n first a few weeks, then a few months of sleep in Dreamland.", "\"I'm going to make you go down to the vaults and put me back to sleep,\n Warden.\"", "I tried to coerce you with a gun. That's a crime, Warden—you\nknow\nthat's a crime! I have to be put to sleep!\"", "\"I've always thought,\" I said, \"that it would be a good idea to show\n a prisoner what the modern penal system was all about by giving him a\n Dream in which he dreamed about Dreamland itself.\"", "I cleared my throat. \"Unless they go mad and really believe the dream\n they are living. But as you know, sir, the rate of madness among\n Dreamland inmates is only slightly above the norm for the population as\n a whole.\"", "\"Trying to force his way back to the sleep tanks,\" I told Keller.\n\n\n He nodded. \"Happened before. Back when old man Preston lost his grip.\"", "\"Naw, he ain't violent, Warden. He just thinks he's somebody important.\"\n\n\n \"Sounds like a case for therapy, not Dreamland. Who does he think he\n is?\"", "life here was only a Dream such as I fed to my own prisoners. It was\n unbelievably absurd, a queasy little joke of some kind. But I didn't\n deny it.\nIf it", "sleepy-bye vaults? He's still sitting in there on your furniture as\n smug as you please.\"", "It was a pair of fantastic stories that no man in his right mind would\n believe—but that didn't make them invalid to a brace of ex-Sleepers.\n They", "anybody. It's just—well, Dreaming isn't so bad. Last time I was Allen\n Pinkerton, the detective. It was exciting. A lot more exciting than the\n kind of life I lead.\"", "\"Paulson, you know I could have you watched night and day if I thought\n you really were a murderer. But I can't send you back to the sleep\n vaults without proof and conviction for a crime.\"", "Keller flicked his mustache with a thick thumbnail. \"How about that?\n You won't let a guy back into the sleepy-bye pads, so he pulls a gun", "superintendent of Dreamland. I chewed up my pill to calm me down,\n the one to pep me up, the capsule to strengthen my qualities as a" ], [ "\"My career hasn't been very long, sir,\" I said modestly. I didn't\n mention that\nnobody\ncould last that long in my job. At least, none\n had yet.", "I walked out of my office, slowly and carefully.\nHorbit was sitting in his detention quarters idly flicking through\n a book tape on the Civil War when I found him. The tic in his cheek\n marked time with every new page.", "\"Look, Paulson,\" I said, a trifle testily, \"if you have so little\n conscience as to kill a blind old man for a few dollars, where do you\n suddenly get enough guilt feelings to cause you to give yourself up?\"", "\"Yes, sir.\" I sat down beside him and looked earnestly into his\n twitching face. \"But I know you have always believed in the occult.\"", "Paulson was a tall, lean man with sad eyes. The clock above his sharp\n shoulder bone said five till noon. I didn't expect him to take much out\n of my lunch hour.", "He was telling\nme\n, the superintendent of Dreamland, that my own", "There seemed to be no point or profit in what he had told me that\n morning, nothing in it for him.\n\n\n Unless—\n\n\n Unless what he said was literally true.", "rodent color as his hair. He had a pronounced tic in his left cheek. \"I\n have to get back,\" he told me with compelling earnestness.", "Paulson was only a few doors away from Horbit. I found him with his\n long, thin legs stretched out in front of him, staring dismally into\n the gloom of the room. No wonder he found reality so boring and", "My pattern of living—call it my office routine—had been\n re-established through the day. I hadn't had a chance to brood much\n over the bombshell Coleman had tossed in my lap in the morning, but now\n I could think.", "I hardly heard Horbit when he half-shouted at me as my men led him from\n the room. Glancing up sharply, I saw him straining purposefully against", "\"Yes, sir,\" I replied. \"By letting the prisoner project his own\n imagination onto the sense tapes and giving him a limited amount of\n alternatives to a situation, we can observe whether he is conforming to\n society to a larger extent.\"", "Coleman came in the morning before I was really ready to face the\n day. My nerves were fairly well shot from the kind of work I did as", "\"How did you decide to do this?\" he asked. \"Don't tell me you never\n doubted. We've all doubted since we found out about the machines: which\n was real and which was the Dream? How did you decide to risk this?\"", "Once he fed that document to the archives, I would be obligated to help\n him even without the gun. My word would probably be taken that I had", "life here was only a Dream such as I fed to my own prisoners. It was\n unbelievably absurd, a queasy little joke of some kind. But I didn't\n deny it.\nIf it", "\"I came to talk to you about that,\" I admitted.\n\n\n I pulled up a seat and adjusted the lighting so only his face and mine\n seemed to float bodiless in a sea of night, two moons of flesh.", "I studied his record. There was a chance, just a chance....\n\n\n \"Do you want to wait voluntarily in the detention quarters?\" I asked\n him.\n\n\n He agreed readily enough.", "I picked up the gun from where he had dropped it and handed it to\n Captain Keller, my head guard, a tough old bird who wore his uniform\n like armor.", "My muscles relaxed in a spasm and it took the fresh flow of adrenalin\n to get me to the chair behind my desk. I took a pill. I took two pills." ] ]

[ "Where do the presents appear to go when Meeker is finished with them?", "How does Meeker receive presents in the story?", "What is the purpose of bestowing gifts on Earth?", "What is Meeker’s outlook on life through the story?", "What is the relationship like between Ernie and his family?", "Who on Earth was given the presents?", "What did Meeker think of the presents he was receiving?", "What were the presents Meeker received from largest to smallest?", "What is Ernie’s living situation?", "What did Meeker do with his first present?" ]

[ [ "They disappear into a green flame", "He places them into the trash", "They are things that never run out", "They dissolve into thin air" ], [ "They come addressed to him on the curb which he has to hide from his neighbors", "They all seem to appear like regular everyday objects or experiences at first", "They are tucked into his pockets", "They materialize in a green flame that only he can see" ], [ "To bring joy and hope in the universe", "It is not explained thoroughly enough to say", "To accelerate technological progress on the planet", "To reaffirm Earth’s beliefs in a benevolent being" ], [ "He feels cursed and afraid", "He thinks things are starting to look up for him overall", "He doesn’t think he has the kind of life worth living", "He finds joy in the simple things and is confident in himself" ], [ "His sister and uncle are close with him, and they all spend time together on the holidays", "They seem to tolerate each other well enough, though there is perhaps some suspicion", "Ernie feels like an outcast in his family and seeks familial-like bonds elsewhere", "His mother is fully supportive of all his wishes, though his Uncle is very suspicious of him" ], [ "One person from each country, though the presents were not the same", "One person from each family in Chicago", "At least two people that were then deemed to be crazy by the rest of the public", "Only Ernie Meeker" ], [ "He was beginning to question his sanity", "He was afraid and rejected all of the presents", "He felt he had a secret admirer", "He felt it was an opportunity to become rich" ], [ "Sparkling eyes, speed reading, fuel powder, razor blade", "Powdered fuel, speed reading, sparkling eyes, everlasting toiletries", "Companionship, fuel powder, everlasting razor", "Everlasting razor, powdered fuel, speed reading, sparkling eyes" ], [ "He lives alone with family close by", "He has a wife and kids", "He lives with some family", "He is estranged from his real family" ], [ "Gave it away to his uncle", "Threw it away", "Let his coworkers borrow it to see if it was only him that noticed it’s specialties", "Studied it carefully and hatched plans to replicate it" ] ]

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[ [ "So Ernie Meeker pushed through the little slot beside the mirror and\n heard tinkle faintly down and away the first of the Little Gifts, the", "closed it with a clap and looked at the wall with frightened eyes.\n Ernie Meeker had discovered, inside the birthday box that was himself,\n the first of the Big Gifts.", "Ernie Meeker went home and shaved. Five days—and shaves—later, he\n pushed the first blade, uncomfortably dull now, through the tiny slot\n beside the bathroom mirror. He unwrapped the second blade from the\n packet.", "Ernie Meeker was not a drinking man, then. A pint had stood a week on\n his closet shelf and only been diminished three shots. But now he did a\n good job on the sturdy remainder.", "Ernie blinked. After a moment, he pointed toward the center of the\n counter.\n\n\n \"There they are,\" he said, dropping a coin beside them.", "Ernie Meeker—of Chicago, Illinois, U.S. of A., Occident, Terra, Sol,\n Starswarm 37, Rim Sector, Milky Way Galaxy—rubbed his chin and slanted", "At one point during the transaction, the clerk lost sight of the tiny\n packet he'd placed on the coin-whitened glass between them. He gave a\n suspicious look, as if the customer had palmed them.", "He had not rejected the Big Gift of Page-at-a-Glance Reading. Not\n quite. But he had dislocated for tonight at least the imposed nervous", "\"You're through,\" he said to it silently. \"I've had the experience\n before of getting bum shaves by trying to save a penny by pretending to", "Ernie sat down suddenly on the toilet seat. The spoon rattled against\n the porcelain finish of the washbowl as he laid it down. He held the\n box firmly in both hands and studied it.", "He turned off the light again. The flame was a little shorter now and\n it shrank as he watched, about a quarter inch a second. As soon as it\n died, he switched on the light. The drop was gone.", "The clerk's face didn't get any less suspicious. Customer who could\n sneak something without your seeing could sneak it back the same way.\n He rang up the sale and closed the register fast.", "Nothing happened. After a moment, he slowly withdrew the match,\n shaking it out, and looked. There was nothing to see. He reached out to\n touch the stupid squashed ovoid of water.", "When he checked the blue box that night, the original sodium\n bicarbonate lettering had returned with all its humdrum paragraphs. Not\n one word about exhaust velocities.", "\"No—at least I question the last. After all, the Great Gifts aren't as\n important, really, as the Big Gifts. Besides....\"", "He couldn't decide on a safe place to keep the box and took to carrying\n it around with him day and night. Bill spotted it once down at the", "just long enough. He looked uneasily up and down the dawning street\n and was relieved to find it still empty. He wished fervently, not for\n the first time this Saturday morning, that he had a garage. Then he", "vanishing letters ... \"torque-twisters, translators\" ... a box that\n talked....\nAt that point, simple faith came to Ernie's rescue: in the same\n bathroom, he", "But just having the stuff drop into his hands from the sky, so to\n speak, as if in a crazy dream, and for that same reason not feeling", "The trouble was that in that wee-hour, lonely bedroom, it didn't\n seem like a gift at all. How would he ever keep himself in books, he" ], [ "So Ernie Meeker pushed through the little slot beside the mirror and\n heard tinkle faintly down and away the first of the Little Gifts, the", "closed it with a clap and looked at the wall with frightened eyes.\n Ernie Meeker had discovered, inside the birthday box that was himself,\n the first of the Big Gifts.", "Ernie Meeker was not a drinking man, then. A pint had stood a week on\n his closet shelf and only been diminished three shots. But now he did a\n good job on the sturdy remainder.", "Ernie Meeker went home and shaved. Five days—and shaves—later, he\n pushed the first blade, uncomfortably dull now, through the tiny slot\n beside the bathroom mirror. He unwrapped the second blade from the\n packet.", "Ernie Meeker—of Chicago, Illinois, U.S. of A., Occident, Terra, Sol,\n Starswarm 37, Rim Sector, Milky Way Galaxy—rubbed his chin and slanted", "He had not rejected the Big Gift of Page-at-a-Glance Reading. Not\n quite. But he had dislocated for tonight at least the imposed nervous", "But just having the stuff drop into his hands from the sky, so to\n speak, as if in a crazy dream, and for that same reason not feeling", "The trouble was that in that wee-hour, lonely bedroom, it didn't\n seem like a gift at all. How would he ever keep himself in books, he", "\"No—at least I question the last. After all, the Great Gifts aren't as\n important, really, as the Big Gifts. Besides....\"", "\"Well,\" said his less hearty but unswervingly honest companion, \"I'm\n always afraid that you'll use the granting of a Great Gift as an excuse", "requirements. I'd say he's a suitable recipient for the Gifts.\"", "Ernie blinked. After a moment, he pointed toward the center of the\n counter.\n\n\n \"There they are,\" he said, dropping a coin beside them.", "electric train to carry him five times a week to the heart of the city.\n During those brief, swift, crowded trips Ernie, generally looking\n steadily out the window at the brown buildings and black stanchions", "\"Exactly!\" The Being and his Coadjutor understood each other very well\n and were the best of friends. \"Well, how many Gifts would you suggest\n for the test?\"", "whipping past, enjoyed a kind of anonymity and privacy more refreshing\n to his spirit than he realized. But now all that had been suddenly\n changed. People had started to talk to him; total strangers struck up", "\"Which as you very well know scores them nothing one way or the other\n on a Galaxy Center test. We're agreed on the nature and the number of\n our Gifts—three Little, two Big, and one Great?\"", "\"You're through,\" he said to it silently. \"I've had the experience\n before of getting bum shaves by trying to save a penny by pretending to", "Mr. Jones voiced no complaint. He backed off several steps, stared\n intently at Ernie, rather palely, it seemed to the latter. Then he", "Ernie sat down suddenly on the toilet seat. The spoon rattled against\n the porcelain finish of the washbowl as he laid it down. He held the\n box firmly in both hands and studied it.", "eager to knock holes in the inward armor of provincial entities? It's\n in the nature of our job. But we can argue about that in due course.\n What Little Gifts would you suggest?\"" ], [ "\"No—at least I question the last. After all, the Great Gifts aren't as\n important, really, as the Big Gifts. Besides....\"", "\"Exactly!\" The Being and his Coadjutor understood each other very well\n and were the best of friends. \"Well, how many Gifts would you suggest\n for the test?\"", "requirements. I'd say he's a suitable recipient for the Gifts.\"", "\"Which as you very well know scores them nothing one way or the other\n on a Galaxy Center test. We're agreed on the nature and the number of\n our Gifts—three Little, two Big, and one Great?\"", "\"Well,\" said his less hearty but unswervingly honest companion, \"I'm\n always afraid that you'll use the granting of a Great Gift as an excuse", "So Ernie Meeker pushed through the little slot beside the mirror and\n heard tinkle faintly down and away the first of the Little Gifts, the", "But just having the stuff drop into his hands from the sky, so to\n speak, as if in a crazy dream, and for that same reason not feeling", "eager to knock holes in the inward armor of provincial entities? It's\n in the nature of our job. But we can argue about that in due course.\n What Little Gifts would you suggest?\"", "\"That's something I want to talk about. Many of the Little Gifts are\n already well within his race's reach, if not his. After all, they've\n already got atomic power.\"", "(or do they on this planet?) and I'm a sort of snake. If he fails the\n test, he fails. And aren't both of us malicious, plaguing spirits,", "know that) from the other Gifts—and not just the Big Gift of\n Page-at-a-Glance Reading, though that still returned from time to time", "He had not rejected the Big Gift of Page-at-a-Glance Reading. Not\n quite. But he had dislocated for tonight at least the imposed nervous", "them to, in accordance with their flimsy souls, he told himself at the\n barely conscious level. Men should die, hearts should break, girls\n should tell, nations perish, curtains get dirty, milk sour ... and", "ration of air. Or like the feeling a psychotic must have that he's\n on the verge of visualizing the whole universe, having its ultimate\n secrets patter down into the palm of his outstretched hand—just before", "humanity any better than Ernie Meeker did?\nThe Invisible Being shifted his anchorage a bit in Earth's", "\"Besides what? Come on, spit it out!\" The Invisible Being was the\n bluff, blunt type.", "The trouble was that in that wee-hour, lonely bedroom, it didn't\n seem like a gift at all. How would he ever keep himself in books, he", "\"All right, then, let's get started. This isn't the only solar system\n we have to visit on this circuit.\"", "\"Well, maybe I am and maybe I'm not,\" she said. \"In any case, don't get\n conceited about your Flashing Eyes, because I'm sure you'll never know\n how to take advantage of them.\"", "\"Umm ... statistically adequate but spiritually unsatisfying. Remember,\n the fate of his race hangs on his reactions to them. I'd be inclined to\n increase your suggestion by one each and add a Great.\"" ], [ "Ernie Meeker was not a drinking man, then. A pint had stood a week on\n his closet shelf and only been diminished three shots. But now he did a\n good job on the sturdy remainder.", "So Ernie Meeker pushed through the little slot beside the mirror and\n heard tinkle faintly down and away the first of the Little Gifts, the", "Ernie Meeker went home and shaved. Five days—and shaves—later, he\n pushed the first blade, uncomfortably dull now, through the tiny slot\n beside the bathroom mirror. He unwrapped the second blade from the\n packet.", "Ernie Meeker—of Chicago, Illinois, U.S. of A., Occident, Terra, Sol,\n Starswarm 37, Rim Sector, Milky Way Galaxy—rubbed his chin and slanted", "closed it with a clap and looked at the wall with frightened eyes.\n Ernie Meeker had discovered, inside the birthday box that was himself,\n the first of the Big Gifts.", "them to, in accordance with their flimsy souls, he told himself at the\n barely conscious level. Men should die, hearts should break, girls\n should tell, nations perish, curtains get dirty, milk sour ... and", "electric train to carry him five times a week to the heart of the city.\n During those brief, swift, crowded trips Ernie, generally looking\n steadily out the window at the brown buildings and black stanchions", "\"You're through,\" he said to it silently. \"I've had the experience\n before of getting bum shaves by trying to save a penny by pretending to", "He had not rejected the Big Gift of Page-at-a-Glance Reading. Not\n quite. But he had dislocated for tonight at least the imposed nervous", "\"Well,\" said his less hearty but unswervingly honest companion, \"I'm\n always afraid that you'll use the granting of a Great Gift as an excuse", "tank. It had hit him, in a way for the first time, just how\ncrazy\nthis all was, how jarringly implausible even on such hypotheses as", "conversation, warm and agreeable, like most bathroom and kitchen topics.\nBut next morning in the bathroom, looking at the reflection of his\n unremarkable face, there was something chilly in his feelings that he", "After reading that several times, with suitable mind-checking and\n eye-testing in between, Ernie took up a little of the white powder on\n the end of a nailfile. He had thought of tasting it, but had instantly", "He hesitated. At his feet, the garden hose gurgled noisily over the\n curb into the gutter; it had vindicated his midnight estimate, proving", "He jumped out of bed. My God, he thought, at that rate he'd finish the\n book under three minutes and here it wasn't even two o'clock yet!", "always has, something that sounds like poetic over-enthusiasm if you\n stop to analyze it, a physical impossibility, but that I have to admit\n you, Ernie, actually have. Flashing eyes.\"", "ration of air. Or like the feeling a psychotic must have that he's\n on the verge of visualizing the whole universe, having its ultimate\n secrets patter down into the palm of his outstretched hand—just before", "whipping past, enjoyed a kind of anonymity and privacy more refreshing\n to his spirit than he realized. But now all that had been suddenly\n changed. People had started to talk to him; total strangers struck up", "just long enough. He looked uneasily up and down the dawning street\n and was relieved to find it still empty. He wished fervently, not for\n the first time this Saturday morning, that he had a garage. Then he", "To tell the truth, Ernie wasn't feeling as elated about today's\n fifty-mile drive as he'd imagined he would. Now he thought he could put" ], [ "Mr. Jones voiced no complaint. He backed off several steps, stared\n intently at Ernie, rather palely, it seemed to the latter. Then he", "It was the day for their monthly drive out to Wheaton to visit Uncle\n Fabius. On the whole, Ernie was glad his sister was in the car when he", "She nodded absently.\nSleep refused even to flirt with Ernie, his mind was full of so many\n things, especially calculations involving the distance between his", "Ernie Meeker was not a drinking man, then. A pint had stood a week on\n his closet shelf and only been diminished three shots. But now he did a\n good job on the sturdy remainder.", "electric train to carry him five times a week to the heart of the city.\n During those brief, swift, crowded trips Ernie, generally looking\n steadily out the window at the brown buildings and black stanchions", "Meanwhile, besides the problem of the white powder, Ernie was having\n other unsettling experiences, stemming (though of course he didn't", "Ernie couldn't figure out the reason and wasn't at all sure he liked\n it—except for Vivian.", "\"No, Ernie, though you're doing it now,\" she told him, shaking her\n head. \"No, Ernie, your eyes just give a tiny flash of their own about", "\"Who's been getting at you?\" Uncle Fabius demanded sharply, to Ernie's\n surprise and embarrassment. \"That's one of the oldest swindles.", "always has, something that sounds like poetic over-enthusiasm if you\n stop to analyze it, a physical impossibility, but that I have to admit\n you, Ernie, actually have. Flashing eyes.\"", "From that moment, the fuel-powder became a trial to Ernie rather than a\n secret glory. He'd wake in the middle of the night doubting that he had", "\"That's true, all right,\" Ernie agreed, trying to remember how well he\n had been soaking his beard lately. Shaving was a good topic for light", "Ernie felt light-headed. He decided there was enough water in the gas\n tank, capped it, and momentarily continued to water the lawn.\n\n\n \"Ernie! Come on in and have breakfast!\"", "Ernie sat down suddenly on the toilet seat. The spoon rattled against\n the porcelain finish of the washbowl as he laid it down. He held the\n box firmly in both hands and studied it.", "Ernie swung the hose around, flipping his thumb over the end to make\n a spray, and nonchalantly began to water the little rectangle of lawn\n between sidewalk and curb.", "to shock his consciousness and send him hurrying for a few quick shots.\nLike many another car-owning commuter, Ernie found the traffic and\n parking problems a bit too much for comfort and so used the fast", "Ernie Meeker went home and shaved. Five days—and shaves—later, he\n pushed the first blade, uncomfortably dull now, through the tiny slot\n beside the bathroom mirror. He unwrapped the second blade from the\n packet.", "After reading that several times, with suitable mind-checking and\n eye-testing in between, Ernie took up a little of the white powder on\n the end of a nailfile. He had thought of tasting it, but had instantly", "Ernie chose a moment when his sister was out of the room to ask if\n he'd ever heard of a white powder that would turn water into gasoline\n or some usable fuel.", "She was the sort of girl Ernie dreamed about, improperly. Tall, blonde\n and knowing, excitedly curved but armored in a black suit, friendly and" ], [ "\"Exactly!\" The Being and his Coadjutor understood each other very well\n and were the best of friends. \"Well, how many Gifts would you suggest\n for the test?\"", "requirements. I'd say he's a suitable recipient for the Gifts.\"", "\"No—at least I question the last. After all, the Great Gifts aren't as\n important, really, as the Big Gifts. Besides....\"", "\"Which as you very well know scores them nothing one way or the other\n on a Galaxy Center test. We're agreed on the nature and the number of\n our Gifts—three Little, two Big, and one Great?\"", "So Ernie Meeker pushed through the little slot beside the mirror and\n heard tinkle faintly down and away the first of the Little Gifts, the", "\"Well,\" said his less hearty but unswervingly honest companion, \"I'm\n always afraid that you'll use the granting of a Great Gift as an excuse", "closed it with a clap and looked at the wall with frightened eyes.\n Ernie Meeker had discovered, inside the birthday box that was himself,\n the first of the Big Gifts.", "He had not rejected the Big Gift of Page-at-a-Glance Reading. Not\n quite. But he had dislocated for tonight at least the imposed nervous", "Ernie blinked. After a moment, he pointed toward the center of the\n counter.\n\n\n \"There they are,\" he said, dropping a coin beside them.", "But just having the stuff drop into his hands from the sky, so to\n speak, as if in a crazy dream, and for that same reason not feeling", "know that) from the other Gifts—and not just the Big Gift of\n Page-at-a-Glance Reading, though that still returned from time to time", "eager to knock holes in the inward armor of provincial entities? It's\n in the nature of our job. But we can argue about that in due course.\n What Little Gifts would you suggest?\"", "\"Besides what? Come on, spit it out!\" The Invisible Being was the\n bluff, blunt type.", "\"No, Ernie, though you're doing it now,\" she told him, shaking her\n head. \"No, Ernie, your eyes just give a tiny flash of their own about", "decided anyway who that would be). It would be just too silly to\n approach anyone he knew with a more-than-wild story and featureless\n blue box.", "His heart was pounding and his breath was coming fast. That had taken\n real effort. So he was slow in hearing the footsteps behind him.", "When he checked the blue box that night, the original sodium\n bicarbonate lettering had returned with all its humdrum paragraphs. Not\n one word about exhaust velocities.", "\"Well, maybe I am and maybe I'm not,\" she said. \"In any case, don't get\n conceited about your Flashing Eyes, because I'm sure you'll never know\n how to take advantage of them.\"", "\"Yes,\" his Coadjutor responded resignedly.\n\n\n \"And we're agreed on our subject?\"\n\n\n \"Yes to that too.\"", "It was the day for their monthly drive out to Wheaton to visit Uncle\n Fabius. On the whole, Ernie was glad his sister was in the car when he" ], [ "So Ernie Meeker pushed through the little slot beside the mirror and\n heard tinkle faintly down and away the first of the Little Gifts, the", "closed it with a clap and looked at the wall with frightened eyes.\n Ernie Meeker had discovered, inside the birthday box that was himself,\n the first of the Big Gifts.", "Ernie Meeker was not a drinking man, then. A pint had stood a week on\n his closet shelf and only been diminished three shots. But now he did a\n good job on the sturdy remainder.", "He had not rejected the Big Gift of Page-at-a-Glance Reading. Not\n quite. But he had dislocated for tonight at least the imposed nervous", "Ernie Meeker went home and shaved. Five days—and shaves—later, he\n pushed the first blade, uncomfortably dull now, through the tiny slot\n beside the bathroom mirror. He unwrapped the second blade from the\n packet.", "Ernie Meeker—of Chicago, Illinois, U.S. of A., Occident, Terra, Sol,\n Starswarm 37, Rim Sector, Milky Way Galaxy—rubbed his chin and slanted", "The trouble was that in that wee-hour, lonely bedroom, it didn't\n seem like a gift at all. How would he ever keep himself in books, he", "But just having the stuff drop into his hands from the sky, so to\n speak, as if in a crazy dream, and for that same reason not feeling", "\"Exactly!\" The Being and his Coadjutor understood each other very well\n and were the best of friends. \"Well, how many Gifts would you suggest\n for the test?\"", "\"No—at least I question the last. After all, the Great Gifts aren't as\n important, really, as the Big Gifts. Besides....\"", "wondered, if he read them so fast? And think how full to bursting his\n mind would get—right now, the seven pages of fine-print history were", "\"Well,\" said his less hearty but unswervingly honest companion, \"I'm\n always afraid that you'll use the granting of a Great Gift as an excuse", "Mr. Jones voiced no complaint. He backed off several steps, stared\n intently at Ernie, rather palely, it seemed to the latter. Then he", "requirements. I'd say he's a suitable recipient for the Gifts.\"", "\"You're through,\" he said to it silently. \"I've had the experience\n before of getting bum shaves by trying to save a penny by pretending to", "Ernie blinked. After a moment, he pointed toward the center of the\n counter.\n\n\n \"There they are,\" he said, dropping a coin beside them.", "whipping past, enjoyed a kind of anonymity and privacy more refreshing\n to his spirit than he realized. But now all that had been suddenly\n changed. People had started to talk to him; total strangers struck up", "sighed, squared his shoulders a little, and lifted the box out of his\n pocket.", "The clerk's face didn't get any less suspicious. Customer who could\n sneak something without your seeing could sneak it back the same way.\n He rang up the sale and closed the register fast.", "Meanwhile, besides the problem of the white powder, Ernie was having\n other unsettling experiences, stemming (though of course he didn't" ], [ "So Ernie Meeker pushed through the little slot beside the mirror and\n heard tinkle faintly down and away the first of the Little Gifts, the", "closed it with a clap and looked at the wall with frightened eyes.\n Ernie Meeker had discovered, inside the birthday box that was himself,\n the first of the Big Gifts.", "Ernie Meeker was not a drinking man, then. A pint had stood a week on\n his closet shelf and only been diminished three shots. But now he did a\n good job on the sturdy remainder.", "Ernie Meeker went home and shaved. Five days—and shaves—later, he\n pushed the first blade, uncomfortably dull now, through the tiny slot\n beside the bathroom mirror. He unwrapped the second blade from the\n packet.", "\"No—at least I question the last. After all, the Great Gifts aren't as\n important, really, as the Big Gifts. Besides....\"", "Ernie Meeker—of Chicago, Illinois, U.S. of A., Occident, Terra, Sol,\n Starswarm 37, Rim Sector, Milky Way Galaxy—rubbed his chin and slanted", "\"Exactly!\" The Being and his Coadjutor understood each other very well\n and were the best of friends. \"Well, how many Gifts would you suggest\n for the test?\"", "He had not rejected the Big Gift of Page-at-a-Glance Reading. Not\n quite. But he had dislocated for tonight at least the imposed nervous", "Ernie blinked. After a moment, he pointed toward the center of the\n counter.\n\n\n \"There they are,\" he said, dropping a coin beside them.", "\"Which as you very well know scores them nothing one way or the other\n on a Galaxy Center test. We're agreed on the nature and the number of\n our Gifts—three Little, two Big, and one Great?\"", "After reducing the quantity several times, he gingerly dumped at most\n four or five grains on the flat edge of the washbowl and then used the", "eager to knock holes in the inward armor of provincial entities? It's\n in the nature of our job. But we can argue about that in due course.\n What Little Gifts would you suggest?\"", "impassioned ninety-minute defense of big business, small business,\n prosperity, America, money, know-how, and a number of other\n institutions that defended pretty easily, so that the situation was", "He selected the thickest book on the shelf, an overpoweringly dull\n historical treatise in small print. He turned two pages, three, then", "At one point during the transaction, the clerk lost sight of the tiny\n packet he'd placed on the coin-whitened glass between them. He gave a\n suspicious look, as if the customer had palmed them.", "\"Well,\" said his less hearty but unswervingly honest companion, \"I'm\n always afraid that you'll use the granting of a Great Gift as an excuse", "requirements. I'd say he's a suitable recipient for the Gifts.\"", "wondered, if he read them so fast? And think how full to bursting his\n mind would get—right now, the seven pages of fine-print history were", "know that) from the other Gifts—and not just the Big Gift of\n Page-at-a-Glance Reading, though that still returned from time to time", "sighed, squared his shoulders a little, and lifted the box out of his\n pocket." ], [ "Mr. Jones voiced no complaint. He backed off several steps, stared\n intently at Ernie, rather palely, it seemed to the latter. Then he", "electric train to carry him five times a week to the heart of the city.\n During those brief, swift, crowded trips Ernie, generally looking\n steadily out the window at the brown buildings and black stanchions", "Meanwhile, besides the problem of the white powder, Ernie was having\n other unsettling experiences, stemming (though of course he didn't", "She nodded absently.\nSleep refused even to flirt with Ernie, his mind was full of so many\n things, especially calculations involving the distance between his", "Ernie swung the hose around, flipping his thumb over the end to make\n a spray, and nonchalantly began to water the little rectangle of lawn\n between sidewalk and curb.", "Ernie Meeker was not a drinking man, then. A pint had stood a week on\n his closet shelf and only been diminished three shots. But now he did a\n good job on the sturdy remainder.", "Ernie sat down suddenly on the toilet seat. The spoon rattled against\n the porcelain finish of the washbowl as he laid it down. He held the\n box firmly in both hands and studied it.", "Ernie blinked. After a moment, he pointed toward the center of the\n counter.\n\n\n \"There they are,\" he said, dropping a coin beside them.", "\"No, Ernie, though you're doing it now,\" she told him, shaking her\n head. \"No, Ernie, your eyes just give a tiny flash of their own about", "to shock his consciousness and send him hurrying for a few quick shots.\nLike many another car-owning commuter, Ernie found the traffic and\n parking problems a bit too much for comfort and so used the fast", "Ernie couldn't figure out the reason and wasn't at all sure he liked\n it—except for Vivian.", "After reading that several times, with suitable mind-checking and\n eye-testing in between, Ernie took up a little of the white powder on\n the end of a nailfile. He had thought of tasting it, but had instantly", "Ernie Meeker—of Chicago, Illinois, U.S. of A., Occident, Terra, Sol,\n Starswarm 37, Rim Sector, Milky Way Galaxy—rubbed his chin and slanted", "She worked in an office too, a fancier one than Ernie's, as he found\n out from their morning conversations. He hadn't got to the point of\n asking her to lunch, but he was prodding himself.", "field on which it depended.\nFor want of a better place, Ernie dropped the rubber tube from the\n bathtub spray into the scrub bucket half full of odorous pink fluid and", "It was the day for their monthly drive out to Wheaton to visit Uncle\n Fabius. On the whole, Ernie was glad his sister was in the car when he", "always has, something that sounds like poetic over-enthusiasm if you\n stop to analyze it, a physical impossibility, but that I have to admit\n you, Ernie, actually have. Flashing eyes.\"", "She was the sort of girl Ernie dreamed about, improperly. Tall, blonde\n and knowing, excitedly curved but armored in a black suit, friendly and", "Ernie Meeker went home and shaved. Five days—and shaves—later, he\n pushed the first blade, uncomfortably dull now, through the tiny slot\n beside the bathroom mirror. He unwrapped the second blade from the\n packet.", "He switched on the light. The drop was more than half gone now; the\n part that was left was all seething. And the bathroom was markedly\n warmer.\n\n\n \"Ernie! Are you going to be much longer?\"" ], [ "So Ernie Meeker pushed through the little slot beside the mirror and\n heard tinkle faintly down and away the first of the Little Gifts, the", "closed it with a clap and looked at the wall with frightened eyes.\n Ernie Meeker had discovered, inside the birthday box that was himself,\n the first of the Big Gifts.", "Ernie Meeker was not a drinking man, then. A pint had stood a week on\n his closet shelf and only been diminished three shots. But now he did a\n good job on the sturdy remainder.", "Ernie Meeker went home and shaved. Five days—and shaves—later, he\n pushed the first blade, uncomfortably dull now, through the tiny slot\n beside the bathroom mirror. He unwrapped the second blade from the\n packet.", "He had not rejected the Big Gift of Page-at-a-Glance Reading. Not\n quite. But he had dislocated for tonight at least the imposed nervous", "Ernie Meeker—of Chicago, Illinois, U.S. of A., Occident, Terra, Sol,\n Starswarm 37, Rim Sector, Milky Way Galaxy—rubbed his chin and slanted", "Ernie sat down suddenly on the toilet seat. The spoon rattled against\n the porcelain finish of the washbowl as he laid it down. He held the\n box firmly in both hands and studied it.", "sighed, squared his shoulders a little, and lifted the box out of his\n pocket.", "The trouble was that in that wee-hour, lonely bedroom, it didn't\n seem like a gift at all. How would he ever keep himself in books, he", "Ernie blinked. After a moment, he pointed toward the center of the\n counter.\n\n\n \"There they are,\" he said, dropping a coin beside them.", "\"Oh, I've already done that,\" he assured her. \"Made a special trip so I\n wouldn't forget. It was while you were out of the room. Didn't you hear\n me?\"", "wondered, if he read them so fast? And think how full to bursting his\n mind would get—right now, the seven pages of fine-print history were", "After reading that several times, with suitable mind-checking and\n eye-testing in between, Ernie took up a little of the white powder on\n the end of a nailfile. He had thought of tasting it, but had instantly", "Ouch! He withdrew his fingers much faster than the match, shook them\n more sharply. Something was there, all right. Heat. Heat enough to hurt.", "He hesitated. At his feet, the garden hose gurgled noisily over the\n curb into the gutter; it had vindicated his midnight estimate, proving", "\"Exactly!\" The Being and his Coadjutor understood each other very well\n and were the best of friends. \"Well, how many Gifts would you suggest\n for the test?\"", "Mr. Jones voiced no complaint. He backed off several steps, stared\n intently at Ernie, rather palely, it seemed to the latter. Then he", "\"You're through,\" he said to it silently. \"I've had the experience\n before of getting bum shaves by trying to save a penny by pretending to", "Nothing happened. After a moment, he slowly withdrew the match,\n shaking it out, and looked. There was nothing to see. He reached out to\n touch the stupid squashed ovoid of water.", "decided anyway who that would be). It would be just too silly to\n approach anyone he knew with a more-than-wild story and featureless\n blue box." ] ]

[ "What measures did the Snaddra creatures take for the arrival of the Earth visitors?", "What did Skkiru come to think about his beggar role?", "Why are the people of Earth interested in visiting Snaddra?", "How did Skkiru treat the role of beggar in the presence of the Terran visitors?", "What is the relationship like between Skkiru and Larhgan?", "How is Earth entangled with Skkiru’s planet?", "How are the governing decisions made on the planet?", "What is Larhgan’s relationship like with Skkiru and Bbulas?", "What was the relationship like between Bbulas and Skkiru?" ]

[ [ "Creating great rain on the surface to appear as a primitive mud-based architectural beings, dressing in jeweled robes to show their opulence", "Destroying their underground cities, returning to the existing surface huts, acting from Earth’s culture so as to be accepted by them", "Hiding their spaceships, speaking in Earth’s language, constructing primitive accommodations", "Pretending to live on the surface, constructing primitive accommodations, acting as though they had no influences from Earth’s culture" ], [ "He would be able to collect riches like chocolate as a beggar and that it might not actually be as horrible as he originally thought", "It was orchestrated by Larhgan to break off their engagement", "It was a highly valued role since he could act as a spy", "It was a unsustainable fallacy since no one on the planet would actually support him, though he may be able to achieve his goals in the end" ], [ "Understanding how to live in so much rain", "Social studies of the creatures", "Their architectural advances", "Missionary deployments" ], [ "He thought he was above the role, acting as a high priest instead", "He was unsure of how to act as a beggar and refrained from engaging with the Terrans", "He played it convincingly and truthfully", "He undermined the role and gave away the plan" ], [ "They were once married, but it did not work out between them. Skkiru would do anything to regain Larhgan’s love", "Larhgan betrayed Skkiru’s love and she cannot forgive herself for that. She decides to refrain from every marrying again as a punishment for her mistakes", "They were engaged to be married, but circumstances dictated otherwise. They remain in love and think there will never be another for them", "Skkiru created an elaborate scheme for them to marry as high priest and priestess, and Larhgan is unaware of his scheming" ], [ "His planet has been developing in the ways of Earth, but is now trying to appear primitive", "Earth evaluates planets across the galaxy for their resources, and his planet is of particular interest", "Earth appears to be informing a cultural shift as their technologies reach his planet", "Earth provided technologies to his planet early on and is checking back in on the status of their progress" ], [ "There is a branch of Earth’s government that oversees all decisions", "There is a planetary disagreement about decision-making", "They appear to be made by the will of someone greater than the characters in the story", "The decisions are made by high officials, in this case the control was given to Bbulas" ], [ "Skkiru and Bbulas are both trying to gain access to her fortune, but Skkiru is the only one with her true love", "She resents them both for entangling her in this plan", "She was previously involved with Skkiru, but the new way of their world required her to now be with Bbulas", "She would like to be married to Bbulas, but does not know how to communicate this to Skkiru" ], [ "Bbulas and Skkiru went to other planets for their education together and know each other well, but they had a falling out", "They compete for the love of Larhgan, and both have an equal chance at achieving it", "Bbulas recently came upon a position of power and Skkiru resented him for it", "Skkiru thinks that Bbulas will be a fitting ruler for the planet and reluctantly accepts his new role" ] ]

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[ [ "\"... and so you are most welcome to Snaddra, men of Earth,\" she was\n saying in her melodious voice. \"Our resources may be small but our", "The newcomers were indeed humanoid, he saw. Only the peculiarly\n pasty color of their skins and their embarrassing lack of antennae\n distinguished them visibly from the Snaddrath. They were dressed much", "adopting. A necessary way of life, if we of Snaddra are to keep on\n living at all.\"", "after considerable soul-searching, called upon Bbulas to plan a method\n of saving Snaddra—and Bbulas, happy to be in the limelight at last,\n had come up with this program.", "The outside was no place for a civilized human being, particularly\n in the wet season or—more properly speaking on Snaddra—the wetter", "Only the Earthmen, for the Snaddrath, no matter how much they threw\n themselves into the spirit of their roles, could not be so carried\n away that they would give handouts to a young man whom they had been", "\"For Snaddra,\" Larhgan said, placing her hand over her anterior heart\n in a gesture which, though devout on Earth—or so the fictapes seemed", "metal-working was the chief industry of Snaddra, this had provided the\n planet automatically with a large lowest caste. Bbulas had taken the\n easy way out.", "of birth control on so vulgarly fecund a planet. Snaddra, alas, needed\n no such measures, for its population—like its natural resources—was", "rice—the only vegetable that would grow on Snaddra, and originally a\n Terran import at that. So food and fiber had to be brought from the", "taking off and landing. The Snaddrath had no means of land transport,\n having previously found it unnecessary—but now both air-cars and\n self-levitation were on the prohibited list as being insufficiently", "President, had decided, when he and the Parliament had awakened to the\n fact that Snaddra was falling into ruin, was an emergency. So he had,", "\"Look, Raoul,\" the older of the two Earthmen said in Terran—which\n the Snaddrath were not, according to the master plan, supposed to", "inspiring, words than the originals had been fitted by Bbulas, just\n in case, by some extremely remote chance, the Terrans had acquired a\n smattering of Snadd somewhere. Since neither party was accustomed to", "planet, it was not politic for the Earthmen to discover how heavily the\n Snaddrath depended upon imports.", "other planets, at fabulous expense, for Snaddra was not on any of\n the direct trade routes and was too unattractive to lure the tourist\n business.", "were honored by your gracious invitation to visit this fair planet, and\n we are honored now by the cordial reception you have given to us.\"", "In the time he'd had in which to plan and carry out a scheme for\n the improvement of Snaddra, surely he could have done better than", "transport? And even though it took time to get the things, they worked\n so well that, in spite of the procession's head start, he was at the\n Earth ship long before the official greeters had reached it.", "\"Alms, for the love of Ipsnadd,\" Skkiru chanted, as the two Terrans\n descended from the ship and plowed their way through the mud to meet a" ], [ "Nonetheless, Skkiru could not reconcile himself to his beggarhood, no\n matter how much he tried to comfort himself by thinking at least he", "What kind of life was that for an active, ambitious young man, standing\n around begging? And, moreover, from whom was Skkiru going to beg?", "to descend to a subterfuge like this for nothing more than survival.\nBeing a beggar, Skkiru discovered, did give him certain small,\n momentary advantages over those who had been alloted higher ranks.", "as a patriotic citizen, Skkiru would abide by it. He would accept the\n status of beggar; it was his duty to do so. Moreover, as in the case of\n the planet, there was no choice.", "The difference between her magnificent garments and his own miserable\n rags had their full impact upon Skkiru at this moment. He saw the gulf", "\"Alms, for the love of Ipsnadd,\" chanted Skkiru the beggar.\n His teeth chattered as he spoke, for the rags he wore had been", "life? There was no reason why, within the framework of the primitive\n society Bbulas had created to allure Terran anthropologists, Skkiru\n should not make something of himself and show that a beggar was worthy", "gilded and jeweled, at once seemed to become a part of it. He looked\n pretty damn silly, Skkiru thought, at the same time conscious of his\n own appearance—which was, although picturesque enough to delight", "It was not one Skkiru himself would have chosen. It was not one, he\n felt, that any reasonable person would have chosen. Nevertheless, the", "Bbulas gave a sickly smile. Skkiru could almost find it in his hearts\n to feel sorry for the man.", "thought, that was, but well in keeping with his beggarhood. Beggars\n were often poets, he believed, and poets almost always beggars. Since", "Skkiru swallowed the last of the chocolate and regarded the \"high\n priest\" with a simple-minded mendicant's grin. However, there were", "\"Now, Skkiru,\" Bbulas said wearily, for they had been through all this\n before, \"you know that all the ranks and positions were distributed", "\"I am sorry, Skkiru,\" Bbulas intoned. \"I had fancied you understood.\n This is not a game we are playing, but a new way of life we are", "All the same, Skkiru reflected as he watched the visitors being led off\n to the native hut prepared for them, how ignominious it would be for", "Skkiru had seen her in her priestly apparel before, it had not made\n the emotional impression upon him then that it did now, when, standing", "\"We may never meet on equal terms again, Skkiru,\" she told him, with a\n long, soulful glance that made his hearts sink down to his quivering", "Money\n, Skkiru said to himself, but he didn't dare contribute this\n piece of information, helpful though it would be.", "Bbulas groaned, but Skkiru didn't care about that. The sad, sweet way\n Larhgan shook her beautiful head disturbed him much more, and when", "\"For my part, I wish we'd never started,\" Skkiru grumbled. \"What was\n wrong with our old culture, anyway?\"" ], [ "\"... and so you are most welcome to Snaddra, men of Earth,\" she was\n saying in her melodious voice. \"Our resources may be small but our", "other planets, at fabulous expense, for Snaddra was not on any of\n the direct trade routes and was too unattractive to lure the tourist\n business.", "The newcomers were indeed humanoid, he saw. Only the peculiarly\n pasty color of their skins and their embarrassing lack of antennae\n distinguished them visibly from the Snaddrath. They were dressed much", "adopting. A necessary way of life, if we of Snaddra are to keep on\n living at all.\"", "rice—the only vegetable that would grow on Snaddra, and originally a\n Terran import at that. So food and fiber had to be brought from the", "individual on Snaddra could afford such schooling, no matter how\n great his personal fortune, because the transportation costs were so\n immense that only a government could afford them. That was the reason", "Only the Earthmen, for the Snaddrath, no matter how much they threw\n themselves into the spirit of their roles, could not be so carried\n away that they would give handouts to a young man whom they had been", "of birth control on so vulgarly fecund a planet. Snaddra, alas, needed\n no such measures, for its population—like its natural resources—was", "\"Look, Raoul,\" the older of the two Earthmen said in Terran—which\n the Snaddrath were not, according to the master plan, supposed to", "planet, it was not politic for the Earthmen to discover how heavily the\n Snaddrath depended upon imports.", "\"For Snaddra,\" Larhgan said, placing her hand over her anterior heart\n in a gesture which, though devout on Earth—or so the fictapes seemed", "The outside was no place for a civilized human being, particularly\n in the wet season or—more properly speaking on Snaddra—the wetter", "were honored by your gracious invitation to visit this fair planet, and\n we are honored now by the cordial reception you have given to us.\"", "after considerable soul-searching, called upon Bbulas to plan a method\n of saving Snaddra—and Bbulas, happy to be in the limelight at last,\n had come up with this program.", "President, had decided, when he and the Parliament had awakened to the\n fact that Snaddra was falling into ruin, was an emergency. So he had,", "inspiring, words than the originals had been fitted by Bbulas, just\n in case, by some extremely remote chance, the Terrans had acquired a\n smattering of Snadd somewhere. Since neither party was accustomed to", "metal-working was the chief industry of Snaddra, this had provided the\n planet automatically with a large lowest caste. Bbulas had taken the\n easy way out.", "weariness. \"After all, most civilized societies are basically similar;\n it is only primitive societies that differ sharply, one from the\n other—and we have to be different to attract Earthmen. They're pretty", "\"Earth ship in view!\" a squeaky voice called through the intercom.\n \"Everybody topside and don't forget your shoes.\"", "Bbulas breathed on the spectacles he was wearing, as contact lenses\n were not considered backward enough for the kind of planet Snaddra" ], [ "as a patriotic citizen, Skkiru would abide by it. He would accept the\n status of beggar; it was his duty to do so. Moreover, as in the case of\n the planet, there was no choice.", "Nonetheless, Skkiru could not reconcile himself to his beggarhood, no\n matter how much he tried to comfort himself by thinking at least he", "to descend to a subterfuge like this for nothing more than survival.\nBeing a beggar, Skkiru discovered, did give him certain small,\n momentary advantages over those who had been alloted higher ranks.", "life? There was no reason why, within the framework of the primitive\n society Bbulas had created to allure Terran anthropologists, Skkiru\n should not make something of himself and show that a beggar was worthy", "\"Alms, for the love of Ipsnadd,\" Skkiru chanted, as the two Terrans\n descended from the ship and plowed their way through the mud to meet a", "\"Skkiru!\" Bbulas was screaming, as he spun, now that the Terrans were\n out of ear- and eye-shot \"Skkiru, you idiot, listen to me! What are\n those ridiculous things you are wearing on your silly feet?\"", "All the same, Skkiru reflected as he watched the visitors being led off\n to the native hut prepared for them, how ignominious it would be for", "What kind of life was that for an active, ambitious young man, standing\n around begging? And, moreover, from whom was Skkiru going to beg?", "Either he was stupid, Skkiru thought, or he was lying, in spite of\n Bbulas' asseverations that untruth was unknown to Terrestrials—which", "In fact, the Terrestrials were quite decent-looking life-forms,\n entirely different from the foppish monsters Skkiru had somehow", "The difference between her magnificent garments and his own miserable\n rags had their full impact upon Skkiru at this moment. He saw the gulf", "\"Alms, for the love of Ipsnadd,\" chanted Skkiru the beggar.\n His teeth chattered as he spoke, for the rags he wore had been", "\"We may never meet on equal terms again, Skkiru,\" she told him, with a\n long, soulful glance that made his hearts sink down to his quivering", "the chief outward signs of Terran-type training was self-control and\n Bbulas had been thoroughly terranized.\nI hate Terrestrials\n, Skkiru said to himself.", "\"Now, Skkiru,\" Bbulas said wearily, for they had been through all this\n before, \"you know that all the ranks and positions were distributed", "analysis of your culture as painless as possible. We wish only to study\n your society, not to tamper with it in any way.\"\nHa, ha\n, Skkiru said to himself.", "\"I am sorry, Skkiru,\" Bbulas intoned. \"I had fancied you understood.\n This is not a game we are playing, but a new way of life we are", "Skkiru swallowed the last of the chocolate and regarded the \"high\n priest\" with a simple-minded mendicant's grin. However, there were", "It was only at that moment that Skkiru realized just how outrageous the\n whole thing really was. There must be another solution to the planet's", "It was not one Skkiru himself would have chosen. It was not one, he\n felt, that any reasonable person would have chosen. Nevertheless, the" ], [ "All three of Larhgan's eyes fuzzed with emotion. \"I'm proud of you,\n Skkiru,\" she said brokenly.", "\"It's not that I don't love you, Skkiru,\" Larhgan put in gently, \"but\n the welfare of our planet comes first.\"", "Bbulas groaned, but Skkiru didn't care about that. The sad, sweet way\n Larhgan shook her beautiful head disturbed him much more, and when", "\"Speaking of pariahs, that reminds me, Skkiru, before I forget, I'd\n better give you back your grimpatch—\" Larhgan handed the glittering", "pretend theirs was an aboveboard society!\n\"Go Away from me, Skkiru,\" Larhgan said, pushing his hand off her arm.", "The difference between her magnificent garments and his own miserable\n rags had their full impact upon Skkiru at this moment. He saw the gulf", "\"We may never meet on equal terms again, Skkiru,\" she told him, with a\n long, soulful glance that made his hearts sink down to his quivering", "the game. Besides, in such a case, he wouldn't be able to see Larhgan.", "Larhgan's dainty earflaps closed. \"Skkiru! Such language!\"", "\"Now, Skkiru,\" Bbulas said wearily, for they had been through all this\n before, \"you know that all the ranks and positions were distributed", "\"I am sorry, Skkiru,\" Bbulas intoned. \"I had fancied you understood.\n This is not a game we are playing, but a new way of life we are", "\"And I have already explained to you, Skkiru,\" Bbulas said, with a\n patience much more infuriating than the girl's anger, \"that I had no", "\"It is necessary,\" Bbulas replied without turning.\n\n\n \"Pooh,\" Skkiru said. \"Pooh,\npooh\n, POOH!\"", "Bbulas gave a sickly smile. Skkiru could almost find it in his hearts\n to feel sorry for the man.", "He was pretty quick on the uptake, Skkiru had to concede. However,\n that was not enough. The man had no genuine organizational ability.", "\"Hurry up, Skkiru.\"\nBbulas slid the ornate headdress over his antennae, which, already", "\"Skkiru!\" the girl exclaimed, rotating gently, for she, like her\n fiance—her erstwhile fiance, that was, for the new regime had caused", "As the Earthmen reached the temple, Larhgan now appeared to join Bbulas\n at the head of the long flight of stairs that led to it. Although", "\"For my part, I wish we'd never started,\" Skkiru grumbled. \"What was\n wrong with our old culture, anyway?\"", "Nonetheless, Skkiru could not reconcile himself to his beggarhood, no\n matter how much he tried to comfort himself by thinking at least he" ], [ "\"It's not that I don't love you, Skkiru,\" Larhgan put in gently, \"but\n the welfare of our planet comes first.\"", "the wind and the rain were joyously making their way through the\n demolished wires. Never before had Skkiru been on the surface of the\n planet, except to pass over, and he had actually touched it only when", "It was only at that moment that Skkiru realized just how outrageous the\n whole thing really was. There must be another solution to the planet's", "\"Skkiru!\" Bbulas was screaming, as he spun, now that the Terrans were\n out of ear- and eye-shot \"Skkiru, you idiot, listen to me! What are\n those ridiculous things you are wearing on your silly feet?\"", "as a patriotic citizen, Skkiru would abide by it. He would accept the\n status of beggar; it was his duty to do so. Moreover, as in the case of\n the planet, there was no choice.", "\"Just because you went to school in another solar system,\" Skkiru said,\n whirling with anger, \"you think you're so smart!\"", "In fact, the Terrestrials were quite decent-looking life-forms,\n entirely different from the foppish monsters Skkiru had somehow", "\"We may never meet on equal terms again, Skkiru,\" she told him, with a\n long, soulful glance that made his hearts sink down to his quivering", "\"I am sorry, Skkiru,\" Bbulas intoned. \"I had fancied you understood.\n This is not a game we are playing, but a new way of life we are", "She had been seeing too many of the Terrestrial fictapes from the\n library, Skkiru thought resentfully. There was too damn much Terran\n influence on this planet. And this new project was the last straw.", "\"Alms, for the love of Ipsnadd,\" Skkiru chanted, as the two Terrans\n descended from the ship and plowed their way through the mud to meet a", "life? There was no reason why, within the framework of the primitive\n society Bbulas had created to allure Terran anthropologists, Skkiru\n should not make something of himself and show that a beggar was worthy", "analysis of your culture as painless as possible. We wish only to study\n your society, not to tamper with it in any way.\"\nHa, ha\n, Skkiru said to himself.", "Bbulas twirled madly in the air. \"You are not supposed to think. Leave\n all the thinking to me!\"\n\n\n \"Yes, Bbulas,\" Skkiru said meekly.", "\"As you said,\" Bbulas murmured, contemptuously coiling one antenna at\n Skkiru, \"the lots chose well and if you touch me, Skkiru, we shall have", "Bbulas couldn't really object, Skkiru stilled the nagging quiver in\n his toe, because what could be more primitive than any form of land", "\"It is necessary,\" Bbulas replied without turning.\n\n\n \"Pooh,\" Skkiru said. \"Pooh,\npooh\n, POOH!\"", "Either he was stupid, Skkiru thought, or he was lying, in spite of\n Bbulas' asseverations that untruth was unknown to Terrestrials—which", "\"Now, Skkiru,\" Bbulas said wearily, for they had been through all this\n before, \"you know that all the ranks and positions were distributed", "gilded and jeweled, at once seemed to become a part of it. He looked\n pretty damn silly, Skkiru thought, at the same time conscious of his\n own appearance—which was, although picturesque enough to delight" ], [ "The traditional office of Planetary Dilettante was a civil-service\n job, awarded by competitive examination whenever it fell vacant to\n the person who scored highest in intelligence, character and general", "The winner was sent to Gambrell, the nearest planet with a Terran\n League University, to be given a thorough Terran-type education. No", "Something definitely had to be done, if it were not to decay\n altogether. And that was where the Planetary Dilettante came in.", "\"It's not that I don't love you, Skkiru,\" Larhgan put in gently, \"but\n the welfare of our planet comes first.\"", "expected to represent the cultural ruling race. Of course, he had\n frequently seen pictures of them, but everyone knew how easily those\n could be retouched. Why, it was the Terrestrials themselves, he had", "as a patriotic citizen, Skkiru would abide by it. He would accept the\n status of beggar; it was his duty to do so. Moreover, as in the case of\n the planet, there was no choice.", "The Dilettante's official function had always been, in theory, to serve\n the planet when an emergency came—and this, old Luccar, the former", "suit. Meanwhile, a careful system of tabus had been designed to keep\n the Earthmen from discovering the existence of those other cities.", "On Earth, he had heard, where people lived exposed to weather, they\n often sickened of it and passed on—which helped to solve the problem", "Bbulas Plan had been adopted by a majority vote of the Snaddrath,\n largely because no one had come up with a feasible alternative and,", "It was only at that moment that Skkiru realized just how outrageous the\n whole thing really was. There must be another solution to the planet's", "this planet. However, even under the old system, I was always glad to\n utilize my superior attainments as Official Dilettante for the good of\n all and now—\"", "\"... and that you will carry our affection back to all the peoples of\n the Galaxy.\"\nShe had finished. And now Cyril cleared his throat. \"Dear friends, we", "idea of who was to become my high priestess. The lots chose Larhgan. It\n is, as the Earthmen say, kismet.\"\nHe adjusted the fall of his glittering robe before the great polished", "understand, but which most of them did, for it was the fashionable\n third language on most of the outer planets. \"A beggar. Haven't seen", "What resources it once possessed had been depleted and—aside from\n minerals—they had never been very extensive to begin with. All\n life-forms on the planet were on the point of extinction, save fish and", "patriotism to extend to abnormal limits. A man might be willing to die\n for his planet in many ways—but wantonly starving to death as the\n result of a primitive affectation was hardly one of them.", "of birth control on so vulgarly fecund a planet. Snaddra, alas, needed\n no such measures, for its population—like its natural resources—was", "but the planet seems to be a veritable sea of mud. Not, of course,\" he\n added hurriedly as Cyril's reproachful eye caught his, \"that it is not", "She had been seeing too many of the Terrestrial fictapes from the\n library, Skkiru thought resentfully. There was too damn much Terran\n influence on this planet. And this new project was the last straw." ], [ "Bbulas groaned, but Skkiru didn't care about that. The sad, sweet way\n Larhgan shook her beautiful head disturbed him much more, and when", "All three of Larhgan's eyes fuzzed with emotion. \"I'm proud of you,\n Skkiru,\" she said brokenly.", "\"It is necessary,\" Bbulas replied without turning.\n\n\n \"Pooh,\" Skkiru said. \"Pooh,\npooh\n, POOH!\"", "Bbulas twirled madly in the air. \"You are not supposed to think. Leave\n all the thinking to me!\"\n\n\n \"Yes, Bbulas,\" Skkiru said meekly.", "\"Now, Skkiru,\" Bbulas said wearily, for they had been through all this\n before, \"you know that all the ranks and positions were distributed", "Bbulas gave a sickly smile. Skkiru could almost find it in his hearts\n to feel sorry for the man.", "\"And I have already explained to you, Skkiru,\" Bbulas said, with a\n patience much more infuriating than the girl's anger, \"that I had no", "\"I am sorry, Skkiru,\" Bbulas intoned. \"I had fancied you understood.\n This is not a game we are playing, but a new way of life we are", "\"It's not that I don't love you, Skkiru,\" Larhgan put in gently, \"but\n the welfare of our planet comes first.\"", "Skkiru turned to the third person present in the council chamber.\n \"Bbulas, this is your fault! It was all your idea!\"", "\"Speaking of pariahs, that reminds me, Skkiru, before I forget, I'd\n better give you back your grimpatch—\" Larhgan handed the glittering", "\"Skkiru!\" Bbulas was screaming, as he spun, now that the Terrans were\n out of ear- and eye-shot \"Skkiru, you idiot, listen to me! What are\n those ridiculous things you are wearing on your silly feet?\"", "As the Earthmen reached the temple, Larhgan now appeared to join Bbulas\n at the head of the long flight of stairs that led to it. Although", "Bbulas couldn't really object, Skkiru stilled the nagging quiver in\n his toe, because what could be more primitive than any form of land", "\"Hurry up, Skkiru.\"\nBbulas slid the ornate headdress over his antennae, which, already", "\"As you said,\" Bbulas murmured, contemptuously coiling one antenna at\n Skkiru, \"the lots chose well and if you touch me, Skkiru, we shall have", "Skkiru coiled his antennae at Bbulas, hoping the insult would provoke\n him into an unbecoming whirl, but the Dilettante remained calm. One of", "\"Hurry up, Skkiru,\" Bbulas said. \"They mustn't suspect the existence of\n the city underground or we're finished before we've started.\"", "life? There was no reason why, within the framework of the primitive\n society Bbulas had created to allure Terran anthropologists, Skkiru\n should not make something of himself and show that a beggar was worthy", "overshooting the strangers. And though Bbulas might frown menacingly at\n him—and not only for his forwardness—that was in character on both\n sides, too." ], [ "Bbulas gave a sickly smile. Skkiru could almost find it in his hearts\n to feel sorry for the man.", "Bbulas twirled madly in the air. \"You are not supposed to think. Leave\n all the thinking to me!\"\n\n\n \"Yes, Bbulas,\" Skkiru said meekly.", "\"It is necessary,\" Bbulas replied without turning.\n\n\n \"Pooh,\" Skkiru said. \"Pooh,\npooh\n, POOH!\"", "Bbulas groaned, but Skkiru didn't care about that. The sad, sweet way\n Larhgan shook her beautiful head disturbed him much more, and when", "\"I am sorry, Skkiru,\" Bbulas intoned. \"I had fancied you understood.\n This is not a game we are playing, but a new way of life we are", "\"Now, Skkiru,\" Bbulas said wearily, for they had been through all this\n before, \"you know that all the ranks and positions were distributed", "\"And I have already explained to you, Skkiru,\" Bbulas said, with a\n patience much more infuriating than the girl's anger, \"that I had no", "Bbulas couldn't really object, Skkiru stilled the nagging quiver in\n his toe, because what could be more primitive than any form of land", "Skkiru turned to the third person present in the council chamber.\n \"Bbulas, this is your fault! It was all your idea!\"", "\"Skkiru!\" Bbulas was screaming, as he spun, now that the Terrans were\n out of ear- and eye-shot \"Skkiru, you idiot, listen to me! What are\n those ridiculous things you are wearing on your silly feet?\"", "Skkiru coiled his antennae at Bbulas, hoping the insult would provoke\n him into an unbecoming whirl, but the Dilettante remained calm. One of", "\"Hurry up, Skkiru.\"\nBbulas slid the ornate headdress over his antennae, which, already", "life? There was no reason why, within the framework of the primitive\n society Bbulas had created to allure Terran anthropologists, Skkiru\n should not make something of himself and show that a beggar was worthy", "\"As you said,\" Bbulas murmured, contemptuously coiling one antenna at\n Skkiru, \"the lots chose well and if you touch me, Skkiru, we shall have", "overshooting the strangers. And though Bbulas might frown menacingly at\n him—and not only for his forwardness—that was in character on both\n sides, too.", "\"Hurry up, Skkiru,\" Bbulas said. \"They mustn't suspect the existence of\n the city underground or we're finished before we've started.\"", "although, at the same time, he realized that Bbulas would probably have\n to arrange some sort of pension for him; he could not expect Skkiru's", "Either he was stupid, Skkiru thought, or he was lying, in spite of\n Bbulas' asseverations that untruth was unknown to Terrestrials—which", "the chief outward signs of Terran-type training was self-control and\n Bbulas had been thoroughly terranized.\nI hate Terrestrials\n, Skkiru said to himself.", "The difference between her magnificent garments and his own miserable\n rags had their full impact upon Skkiru at this moment. He saw the gulf" ] ]

[ "Where was the turning point for inaugural speeches no longer revealing humility in the author’s view?", "What stages does the author describe the inaugural addresses going through over time?", "Which is a true thesis that the author presents in their piece?", "How is the topic of slavery treated in inaugural speeches?", "What is the author’s overall thesis about inaugural speeches?", "What is the most spoken about topic in inaugural speeches that were analyzed?", "How do the most recent speeches that were analyzed compare to the earlier speeches?", "What are the elements that the author seems most perplexed by in the inaugural speeches?", "What does the author think about inaugural speech writers compared with the delivering presidents?" ]

[ [ "After Wilson", "After Lincoln", "After Roosevelt", "After Washington" ], [ "Modesty, inspirational, executive portrayal", "Flaunting of executive power, modesty, inspiration", "Modesty, inspiration", "Modesty, executive portrayal, inspirational" ], [ "Presidents recycle sentiments from past speeches without crediting the original speaker", "Presidents do not treat the inaugural speech with enough sincerity", "Presidents rely on focus groups to direct the content of the speech", "Presidents have almost never written their own speeches" ], [ "It is not treated with proper gravity, and referred to only in terms of progress", "Is was mentioned 17 times in the Roosevelt address", "It is often referenced in inaugural speeches from the 1850s through the 1960s", "Its reference depends on the political party in power" ], [ "They are largely useless", "They present a snapshot of the views and beliefs of their time", "They are a cryptic way to interpret history", "They are the standard to hold the president accountable to" ], [ "Foreign wars", "Slavery", "Women's rights", "Taxes" ], [ "They are getting longer overall, but with less substance", "They contain less jargon than prior years", "They contain shorter sentences and try to unite people", "They are generally becoming more humble as time goes on" ], [ "The lack of coverage of taxes as a public issue", "The consistent use of one phrase through all of the inaugural speeches", "The increasing amount of words per sentence over time", "The lack of discussion of hot topics by presidents inaugurated during those eras" ], [ "The writers are considered to be just as important as the delivering president", "The writers are highly applauded", "The writers are cast aside as unimportant in the process", "The subject is not covered" ] ]

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[ "What does the author suggest are some traits Said possesses?", "What is Said’s most famous contribution in literature?", "What does the author explain is Said’s main occupation?", "What was Said’s relationship with Western media?", "How did Said deliver his most important works?", "Which of the following was NOT related to Said’s life as told in the article?", "What reasons does the author give that Said’s actions might be controversial?", "What is the relationship like between Said and Weiner?", "What is the outcome of the criticism that Said embellished his upbringing?" ]

[ [ "Boldness, confidence", "Vanity, disorganization", "Inventiveness, shyness", "Charisma, people-pleasing" ], [ "Criticism of the biased representation of Arab and Muslim culture through a Western lens", "The first to explain reasoning for Israel’s right to exist in writing", "Economic theories", "Re-writing Arab and Muslim history books for post-colonial education" ], [ "Critiquing literature", "Politician", "International affairs", "News anchor" ], [ "He never tried to engage with Western media due to his reputation", "He remained aware of its importance, but chose not to use it as a venue", "He was shunned by Western media and they would not pick up his work", "He published in several Western magazines" ], [ "Cinema", "Speeches", "Books", "Visual arts" ], [ "Elected into the American political system", "Critiques of Western literature, culture, art", "Israel’s right to exist", "Professorial roles" ], [ "Political commentary", "Independent publishing", "University lectures", "Fashion" ], [ "Sporting", "Collaborative", "Adversarial", "Indifferent" ], [ "It boosts his level of fame", "It causes controversy, but is overcome", "It was never fully explained as the story went on to other subjects", "It ruins his career" ] ]

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[ "What is the main reason that the author thinks that some people will like the Phantom Menace?", "Why does the author think that the actors in the Phantom Menace do not give a good performance?", "What does the author think of the editing in the film?", "How does the author feel about the Phantom Menace's implications on the timeline of Star Wars as a whole?", "What issue does the Author have with Natalie Portman's character?", "What issue does the Author have with Liam Neeson's character?", "How does the author think that George Lucas could have made the movie better?", "Why does the author dislike the character Darth Maul", "What issue does the author take with Yoda's judgement of Anakin?", "Why does the person responding to the author feel that the Phantom Menace will do well regardless of critics." ]

[ [ "The exceptional cast", "The special effects and CGI", "Emotional attachment and nostalgia", "The good writing" ], [ "The use of green screen prevents getting into character", "They were cast in the wrong roles", "The writing for their characters is bad", "They were rushed during filming" ], [ "It is choppy and does not flow during action scenes", "All three other choices are correct", "There are cuts made at inopportune moments", "The special effects are spectacular" ], [ "He is upset by the time wasted divulging useless backstory and information", "He feels that it will be an important entry in the lore", "He feels that it lacks effort for under explaining certain aspects", "He likes that the original details of the trilogy has been preserved " ], [ "Her inability to deal with Darth Sidious' threats", "She is too aggressive as a leader", "Her monotone and emotionless tone", "Her costume design is distracting " ], [ "His slow movements during fight scenes", "His over-delivery of lines", "His apathy in all situations", "His lack of chemistry with his co-stars" ], [ "Relying more heavily on CGI", "Casting better actors for the rolls", "Delaying the release and taking more time", "Listening to his large group of employed screenwriters" ], [ "He felt the character's costume was distracting", "He felt that the character was too obvious of a villain", "He didn't feel that the character was intimidating enough", "The character didn't have enough lines" ], [ "He does not like the CGI used during the scenes with Yoda", "He feels that the judgement is passed too quickly", "Yoda is being closed-minded about the boy's origins", "It implies that Yoda has knowledge of the events of the future." ], [ "The overblown advertisement for the movie", "People buying multiple tickets to see the movie", "The next movie in the series has already announced ", "The franchise being a \"cult classic\"" ] ]

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[ "Why does the author believe he might be the Antichrist?", "What surprised the author about his conversation with Rev. Falwell", "What is the author referencing when they say Christian imperialism?", "What effect does the author believe the Antichrist myth has on Judaism as a whole?", "What is the most problematic aspect about LaHaye's antisemitism?", "Why doesn't Falwell believe that the author could be the Antichrist?", "Why do some evangelical authors believe that the Antichrist will not be Jewish?", "Why does LaHaye believe that Jewish suffering is deserved?", "What is implied at the end of the passage by the author about Barry Diller?" ]

[ [ "He has a strangely shaped mole on his body", "He was told so by a famous evangelical preacher", "It is a satirical response to the evangelical myth", "Each of his names has six letters" ], [ "Falwell was excited to talk about the Antichrist", "Falwell refused to talk the to author", "Falwell only wanted to talk about the future of Jerusalem", "Falwell showed remorse for some of his beliefs" ], [ "The attempt to change Judaism to include Jesus as messiah", "The attempt to include Muhammad", "The New World being colonized by Christians", "The crusades and other violent acts of Christians" ], [ "It is fuel for antisemitism", "It is unimportant ", "It sheds a good light on modern day Jews", "It brings attention to the plight of the Jewish people" ], [ "It is blatant and outspoken", "He draws on historical literature from Judaism", "He is one of the best-selling Christian authors", "It is thinly veiled in confusing language" ], [ "The author is not evil", "The Antichrist would not have any doubts", "The author is not a world leader", "The author is not Jewish" ], [ "They believe that the Antichrist is Henry Kissinger", "It is thought that the Antichrist will make an agreement with Israel, which would be more likely by a gentile", "They think that the Antichrist will be a United States President", "It is believed that the Antichrist will not come until after the upcoming turn of the century" ], [ "He believes that Antichrist will almost certainly be Jewish", "The actions of certain atheist Jews historically", "It was prophesied in the Bible ", "They are counterfeit of the true Christ" ], [ "That he is Jewish, gay, and famous", "That he believes that Antichrist has come", "That he will be a world leader some day", "That he is an anti-semite" ] ]

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[ [ "So there's a chance, then, that I'm the Antichrist?", "the Antichrist. And, as it also turned out, he", "That Antichrist.", "\"In my opinion,\" he told me, \"the Antichrist will be a counterfeit of the true Christ, which means that he will be male and Jewish, since Jesus was male and Jewish.\"", "whether or not I am the Antichrist. You know: the", "Let me pause for a moment to give three concise reasons why I'm so curious about the identity of the Antichrist:", "I, Antichrist?", "\"The Antichrist will be a world leader, he'll have supernatural powers,\" he said. \n\n He got me there--I have no supernatural powers. I can't even drive a stick shift.", "Ed Hindson, the author of Is the Antichrist Alive and", "This idea--the Antichrist as gay--strikes a chord with many evangelicals, just as the idea that the Antichrist is Jewish strikes a chord.", "is the Antichrist.", "I gradually came to see how far-fetched it was to think that I might be the Antichrist. I'm not gay, I'm not famous, I wouldn't know a euro if I found one in my wallet.", "that the Antichrist is a Jew who walks among us.", "and his is looking kinda imminent. The Antichrist, in this", "believe, like LaHaye, that the Antichrist will be a", "I pressed him further on the identity of the Antichrist, but Falwell wouldn't play. \"We'll know the Antichrist when he arrives,\" he said.", "I asked Falwell if he knew the actual identity of the Antichrist. No, he said. \"People might say, it's a certain person, it's Henry Kissinger, like that, but the Lord does not let us know that.\"", "\"It says in the Bible that the Antichrist will have 'no regard for women,' and so many evangelicals interpret that to mean that he will be a homosexual,\" Hindson said, though he added that he's not entirely convinced.", "credit, though, LaHaye doesn't believe that the Antichrist will", "believe the Antichrist will be Jewish. For most of their" ], [ "before my visit with the Rev. Falwell, I had just", "interview. Falwell, I guessed, wouldn't be happy to discuss his", "The Rev. Falwell", "turned out, though, Falwell was eager to talk about the", "actually going to see the Rev. Falwell on a different", "Falwell chuckled a condescending chuckle. \"It's almost amusing, that question. Of course not. I know that you're not.\" \n\n Why?", "but there was no comment about that,\" Falwell said. \"But", "of the president.\" Falwell, you'll recall, is no fan of", "Falwell is smoother than LaHaye. He acknowledges \"where the", "famous preacher, Jerry Falwell, in a speech he made earlier", "I pressed him further on the identity of the Antichrist, but Falwell wouldn't play. \"We'll know the Antichrist when he arrives,\" he said.", "Of all the evangelical leaders I have interviewed, LaHaye is capable of some of the most anti-Semitic utterances, which is troublesome, because he is also the most popular author in the evangelical world.", "I asked LaHaye to tell me more about the Jewish mind.", "I asked Falwell if he knew the actual identity of the Antichrist. No, he said. \"People might say, it's a certain person, it's Henry Kissinger, like that, but the Lord does not let us know that.\"", "Falwell is right: Evangelical preachers are constantly accusing the Jews of harboring the Antichrist.", "said. In fact, he was more convinced than ever that", "plenty of evangelical thinkers who differ with Falwell, who believe,", "But evangelical leaders, who are, in my experience, uniformly kind and generous in their personal relations, can also be terribly obnoxious in their relations with Jews.", "mind,\" LaHaye told me, for reasons that aren't entirely", "road runs through Jesus, LaHaye told me. To his credit," ], [ "Jews (and again, I feel comfortable speaking for all of us here) find this sort of Christian imperialism just a wee bit offensive. Just imagine if Jews began an official campaign calling Muhammad irrelevant to Islam--can you imagine the fatwas that would produce?", "teaches Christian history at the University of Alberta, told me.", "their history, Christian leaders had been content to ascribe the", "characters are Christian. LaHaye and Jenkins are both active participants", "Of all the evangelical leaders I have interviewed, LaHaye is capable of some of the most anti-Semitic utterances, which is troublesome, because he is also the most popular author in the evangelical world.", "This idea--the Antichrist as gay--strikes a chord with many evangelicals, just as the idea that the Antichrist is Jewish strikes a chord.", "millions of Christians are, journalistically speaking, worthy of note.", "me. In the minds of early Christian leaders, the church", "\"It says in the Bible that the Antichrist will have 'no regard for women,' and so many evangelicals interpret that to mean that he will be a homosexual,\" Hindson said, though he added that he's not entirely convinced.", "CE, the very beginning of the Antichrist legend, Christians have", "and his is looking kinda imminent. The Antichrist, in this", "That Antichrist.", "much of the evangelical Christian world is in the grip", "account of Christian behavior over the past 2,000 years, by", "LaHaye explained. \"Some of the greatest evil in the history", "we get a little antsy when Christians start looking at", "signifies. \"Sigmund Freud, Marx, these were Jewish minds that were", "the Antichrist. And, as it also turned out, he", "though, is divinely ordained. Even though the Antichrist will not", "\"In my opinion,\" he told me, \"the Antichrist will be a counterfeit of the true Christ, which means that he will be male and Jewish, since Jesus was male and Jewish.\"" ], [ "\"In my opinion,\" he told me, \"the Antichrist will be a counterfeit of the true Christ, which means that he will be male and Jewish, since Jesus was male and Jewish.\"", "that the Antichrist is a Jew who walks among us.", "believe the Antichrist will be Jewish. 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Just imagine if Jews began an official campaign calling Muhammad irrelevant to Islam--can you imagine the fatwas that would produce?", "\"The Antichrist will be a world leader, he'll have supernatural powers,\" he said. \n\n He got me there--I have no supernatural powers. I can't even drive a stick shift.", "Let me pause for a moment to give three concise reasons why I'm so curious about the identity of the Antichrist:", "is the Antichrist.", "Ed Hindson, the author of Is the Antichrist Alive and", "whether or not I am the Antichrist. 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He didn't give them great size or physical power--you don't see too many Jews in the NFL--but he gave them great minds.\"", "This idea--the Antichrist as gay--strikes a chord with many evangelicals, just as the idea that the Antichrist is Jewish strikes a chord.", "believe, like LaHaye, that the Antichrist will be a", "road runs through Jesus, LaHaye told me. To his credit,", "by Tim LaHaye, the prominent right-wing screwball and husband of", "that the Antichrist is a Jew who walks among us.", "before they kill them. He responded, \"All the Jewish people", "\"In my opinion,\" he told me, \"the Antichrist will be a counterfeit of the true Christ, which means that he will be male and Jewish, since Jesus was male and Jewish.\"", "who will kill lots of Jews. \"The Jews will be", "Jews (and again, I feel comfortable speaking for all of us here) find this sort of Christian imperialism just a wee bit offensive. Just imagine if Jews began an official campaign calling Muhammad irrelevant to Islam--can you imagine the fatwas that would produce?", "Falwell is smoother than LaHaye. He acknowledges \"where the" ], [ "Then it struck me: Barry Diller is the Antichrist.", "There's no way to know for sure. But if you wake up one morning to read that Barry Diller is the head of the European Union (and that David Geffen is his deputy), well, remember where you read it first.", "In his book, Hindson runs through a list of potential candidates. Bill Clinton is there, of course, as well as Saddam Hussein and Ronald Wilson Reagan (six letters in each of his three names. Get it?).", "screwball, and Jerry B. Jenkins, who, his biography states,", "Of all the evangelical leaders I have interviewed, LaHaye is capable of some of the most anti-Semitic utterances, which is troublesome, because he is also the most popular author in the evangelical world.", "happily ever after. These beliefs, held by tens of millions", "signifies. \"Sigmund Freud, Marx, these were Jewish minds that were", "I pressed him further on the identity of the Antichrist, but Falwell wouldn't play. \"We'll know the Antichrist when he arrives,\" he said.", "Falwell chuckled a condescending chuckle. \"It's almost amusing, that question. Of course not. I know that you're not.\" \n\n Why?", "by Tim LaHaye, the prominent right-wing screwball and husband of", "\"Billy Graham made", "of the president.\" Falwell, you'll recall, is no fan of", "and his is looking kinda imminent. The Antichrist, in this", "Jews (and again, I feel comfortable speaking for all of us here) find this sort of Christian imperialism just a wee bit offensive. Just imagine if Jews began an official campaign calling Muhammad irrelevant to Islam--can you imagine the fatwas that would produce?", "\"The Jewish brain also has the capacity for great good,\" he explained. \"God gave the Jews great intelligence. He didn't give them great size or physical power--you don't see too many Jews in the NFL--but he gave them great minds.\"", "said. In fact, he was more convinced than ever that", "The Rev. Falwell", "of Clinton's; he has even peddled a video accusing the", "I asked Falwell if he knew the actual identity of the Antichrist. No, he said. \"People might say, it's a certain person, it's Henry Kissinger, like that, but the Lord does not let us know that.\"", "famous preacher, Jerry Falwell, in a speech he made earlier" ] ]

[ "What is Mr. Turner addicted to?", "Why is Mr. Turner so observant of cars?", "What does Mr. Turner do for a job?", "Why does Mr. Turner decide he needs a psychiatrist? ", "Why does Turner become afraid of the psychiatrist?", "When does the story take place?", "Why does Mr. Turner like to read air-war stories?", "What word best describes Mr. Turner?", "Why does Mr. Turner get into the police car?" ]

[ [ "pornography ", "old magazines", "drugs", "cigarettes " ], [ "He is a car mechanic. ", "He was a car thief in a past life. ", "He loves cars.", "The car models tell him what era he is in at the moment. " ], [ "He directs war films.", "He is a mechanic. ", "He writes comics.", "He works in advertising. " ], [ "He wants to stop smoking, but can’t.", "He has post traumatic stress disorder from the war. ", "He is addicted to pornography.", "He does not know what is real because he has false memories." ], [ "He realizes he is actually the police officer who beat him up. ", "He pulls a gun on him. ", "He knows things about his childhood that he never told anyone. ", "He kidnapped the Dr. Rickenbacker. " ], [ "1950s", "1930s", "1940s", "1960s" ], [ "He aspires to be a war hero. ", "The stories feel real to him because he can relate to the characters. ", "He likes to escape his real life. ", "He likes to look at the girls in the comics. " ], [ "Practical", "Trusting", "Paranoid", "Wealthy" ], [ "The police arrest him. ", "He turns himself in for stealing magazines. ", "He thinks it is a taxi. ", "He wants to ask the police for help. " ] ]

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[ [ "\"But you did, Mr. Turner. You told me all about thinking you could go\n into the past by visiting a book store where they sold old magazines.\n You told me how the intrusion of the past got worse with every visit.\"", "\"\nPlease\n, Mr. Turner! violence will—\"", "Sarge stepped in front of me, his face in deadly earnest. \"How about\n it, Turner? You a narcotics user?\"", "\"You should\nread\nthem instead of live them. Catharsis. Sublimate, Mr.\n Turner. For instance, to a certain type of person, I often recommend\n the mysteries of Mickey Spillane.\"", "The car was turning, turning into shadows, stopping. We were in an\n alley. Soggy newspapers, dead fish, prowling cats, a broken die, half\n a dice, looking big in the frame of my thick, probably bullet-proof\n window.", "My fingers clawed at the backs of his hands and my nails dragged off\n ugly strips of some theatrical stuff—collodion, I think—that had", "\"Please try to keep from getting violent, Mr. Turner. People like you\n actually have more control over themselves than you realize. If you\nwill\nyourself to be calm....\"", "\"I see. Have you read much science fiction, Mr. Turner?\"", "\"Mr. Turner, I can't seem to find any record of an appointment for you\n in Dr. Rickenbacker's files,\" the man said.\n\n\n I got to my feet. \"Then I'll come back.\"", "\"Hilliard Turner. There—\"\n\n\n \"We don't want you going back there again, Turner, causing trouble.\n Understand?\"", "Sarge took up the\nSky Fighters\nwith the girl in the elastic flying\n suit. \"Filth,\" he said.\n\n\n \"You know about the laws governing pornography, Turner.\"", "He was coming toward me, I could tell. I wheeled and faced him. He had\n a hypodermic needle. It was the smallest one I had ever seen and it had", "\"Don't tell me reading isn't a craving with some of you fellows. I've\n seen guys come in here, hardly two threads stuck together on them, and", "\"This one, this one,\" he said. \"This must be a good one. I bet she\n gets shoved right into that propeller there. I bet she gets chopped to\n pieces. Pieces.\"", "I seemed to be losing control of the conversation. \"But this time\n travel....\"\n\n\n \"Mr. Turner, do you really believe in 'time travel'?\"\n\n\n \"No.\"", "\"That's not what I want to see. I want—\"\n\n\n The old man snickered. \"I know what you want. Indeed I do. This way.\"", "I turned the corner.\n\n\n The breaks were against me from the start. It didn't come as any\n surprise. I could never get away with it. I knew that all along.", "\"I know what a craving can be. I shouldn't smoke, but I do. I've tried\n to stop but I lie there thinking about cigarettes half the night. Long", "at school. I never did get enough to trade in for a bond, but Mama had\n taken my book and traded parts of it in for coffee. She could never get\n enough coffee....", "turns the blade back on him. It goes through his neck, all the way\n through." ], [ "The car was turning, turning into shadows, stopping. We were in an\n alley. Soggy newspapers, dead fish, prowling cats, a broken die, half\n a dice, looking big in the frame of my thick, probably bullet-proof\n window.", "had been\n replaced by\nGone With the Wind\n.\nThe street was full of wooden-paneled station wagons, blunt little", "\"But you did, Mr. Turner. You told me all about thinking you could go\n into the past by visiting a book store where they sold old magazines.\n You told me how the intrusion of the past got worse with every visit.\"", "Carl shrugged. \"What will we do with him?\"\n\n\n I was beginning to attach myself to my surroundings. The street was\n full of traffic. My kind of traffic. Cars that were too big or too\n small.", "A little car spurted on past me. One of those foreign jobs, I decided.\n Only it wasn't. I fixed the silhouette in my mind's eye and identified\n it. A Henry J.", "roadsters with canvas tops, swept-back, tailless sedans. Only one dark,\n tailed, over-thyroided car moved through the traffic. It had a light on\n the roof.", "\"I see. Have you read much science fiction, Mr. Turner?\"", "There was a little car at the curb. This time I recognized that it\n wasn't an import, just a Crosley.", "\"\nPlease\n, Mr. Turner! violence will—\"", "The old man was watching me. He skittered back across the floor and\n snatched up a magazine. It was a copy of\nSky Fighters\nwith a girl in\n a painted-on flying suit hanging from the struts of a Tiger Moth.", "\"Mr. Turner, I can't seem to find any record of an appointment for you\n in Dr. Rickenbacker's files,\" the man said.\n\n\n I got to my feet. \"Then I'll come back.\"", "\"This one, this one,\" he said. \"This must be a good one. I bet she\n gets shoved right into that propeller there. I bet she gets chopped to\n pieces. Pieces.\"", "I dodged in front of a horse-drawn garbage wagon and behind an electric\n postal truck and ran for that light, leaving a trail of gaudy air\n battles checkering the street behind me.", "the blank-faced Motorola in the corner, the new Edsels on the street.\n Memories of air combat in Spads and Nieuports stirred in me by old", "I seemed to be losing control of the conversation. \"But this time\n travel....\"\n\n\n \"Mr. Turner, do you really believe in 'time travel'?\"\n\n\n \"No.\"", "\"Hilliard Turner. There—\"\n\n\n \"We don't want you going back there again, Turner, causing trouble.\n Understand?\"", "The men opened their doors and then mine.\n\n\n \"Out.\"\nI climbed out and stood by the car, blinking.", "A man brushed past me, wearing an Ivy League suit and snap-brim hat,\n carrying a briefcase. And, reassuringly, he was in a hurry.", "Here he comes, the Spandaus firing right through the screw in perfect\n synchronization. Look at that chivalrous wave. You can almost see the", "\"Nobody would look at my magazines,\" the old man chuckled, \"if I put it\n out front. My boy got me that. He runs a radio and Victrola store. A\n good boy. His name's in the fishbowl.\"" ], [ "\"\nPlease\n, Mr. Turner! violence will—\"", "\"Hilliard Turner. There—\"\n\n\n \"We don't want you going back there again, Turner, causing trouble.\n Understand?\"", "\"But you did, Mr. Turner. You told me all about thinking you could go\n into the past by visiting a book store where they sold old magazines.\n You told me how the intrusion of the past got worse with every visit.\"", "\"I see. Have you read much science fiction, Mr. Turner?\"", "\"Mr. Turner, I can't seem to find any record of an appointment for you\n in Dr. Rickenbacker's files,\" the man said.\n\n\n I got to my feet. \"Then I'll come back.\"", "The car was turning, turning into shadows, stopping. We were in an\n alley. Soggy newspapers, dead fish, prowling cats, a broken die, half\n a dice, looking big in the frame of my thick, probably bullet-proof\n window.", "\"Please try to keep from getting violent, Mr. Turner. People like you\n actually have more control over themselves than you realize. If you\nwill\nyourself to be calm....\"", "I seemed to be losing control of the conversation. \"But this time\n travel....\"\n\n\n \"Mr. Turner, do you really believe in 'time travel'?\"\n\n\n \"No.\"", "Sarge stepped in front of me, his face in deadly earnest. \"How about\n it, Turner? You a narcotics user?\"", "Sarge took up the\nSky Fighters\nwith the girl in the elastic flying\n suit. \"Filth,\" he said.\n\n\n \"You know about the laws governing pornography, Turner.\"", "\"Nobody would look at my magazines,\" the old man chuckled, \"if I put it\n out front. My boy got me that. He runs a radio and Victrola store. A\n good boy. His name's in the fishbowl.\"", "\"You should\nread\nthem instead of live them. Catharsis. Sublimate, Mr.\n Turner. For instance, to a certain type of person, I often recommend\n the mysteries of Mickey Spillane.\"", "turns the blade back on him. It goes through his neck, all the way\n through.", "\"This one, this one,\" he said. \"This must be a good one. I bet she\n gets shoved right into that propeller there. I bet she gets chopped to\n pieces. Pieces.\"", "ex-Army, Lions Club member, beefy, respectable, well-intentioned, not\n a complete fool. The guy on the corner reading a newspaper by the bus\n stop.", "You aren't going to be able to Immelmann out of this dive, Turner.\n Good-by, Turner.\n\n\n Death.", "The old man was watching me. He skittered back across the floor and\n snatched up a magazine. It was a copy of\nSky Fighters\nwith a girl in\n a painted-on flying suit hanging from the struts of a Tiger Moth.", "If there was one thing that working for an advertising agency had\n taught me, it was social responsibility.\n\n\n I took up the phone book and located several psychiatrists. I selected\n one at random, for no particular reason.", "A man brushed past me, wearing an Ivy League suit and snap-brim hat,\n carrying a briefcase. And, reassuringly, he was in a hurry.", "Carl shrugged. \"What will we do with him?\"\n\n\n I was beginning to attach myself to my surroundings. The street was\n full of traffic. My kind of traffic. Cars that were too big or too\n small." ], [ "\"But you did, Mr. Turner. You told me all about thinking you could go\n into the past by visiting a book store where they sold old magazines.\n You told me how the intrusion of the past got worse with every visit.\"", "If there was one thing that working for an advertising agency had\n taught me, it was social responsibility.\n\n\n I took up the phone book and located several psychiatrists. I selected\n one at random, for no particular reason.", "\"Mr. Turner, I can't seem to find any record of an appointment for you\n in Dr. Rickenbacker's files,\" the man said.\n\n\n I got to my feet. \"Then I'll come back.\"", "\"Now,\" he said, \"would you like to lie down on the couch and tell\n me about it? Some people have preconceived ideas that I don't want", "psychiatrist, a doctor, not just a psychoanalyst.\"", "\"Please try to keep from getting violent, Mr. Turner. People like you\n actually have more control over themselves than you realize. If you\nwill\nyourself to be calm....\"", "I seemed to be losing control of the conversation. \"But this time\n travel....\"\n\n\n \"Mr. Turner, do you really believe in 'time travel'?\"\n\n\n \"No.\"", "\"You should\nread\nthem instead of live them. Catharsis. Sublimate, Mr.\n Turner. For instance, to a certain type of person, I often recommend\n the mysteries of Mickey Spillane.\"", "\"Hilliard Turner. There—\"\n\n\n \"We don't want you going back there again, Turner, causing trouble.\n Understand?\"", "\"\nPlease\n, Mr. Turner! violence will—\"", "He was coming toward me, I could tell. I wheeled and faced him. He had\n a hypodermic needle. It was the smallest one I had ever seen and it had", "Dr. Ernest G. Rickenbacker.\n\n\n I memorized the address and heaved myself to my feet.\nThe doctor's office was as green as the inside of a mentholated\n cigarette commercial.", "\"I'm Dr. Sergeant,\" he said. \"I'm taking care of Dr. Rickenbacker's\n practice for him while he is on vacation.\"", "Sarge stepped in front of me, his face in deadly earnest. \"How about\n it, Turner? You a narcotics user?\"", "The car was turning, turning into shadows, stopping. We were in an\n alley. Soggy newspapers, dead fish, prowling cats, a broken die, half\n a dice, looking big in the frame of my thick, probably bullet-proof\n window.", "I nodded. What I was thinking could only be another symptom of my\n illness.\n\n\n He led me inside and closed the door.", "\"I see. Have you read much science fiction, Mr. Turner?\"", "\"Listen to me! These people, they're conspiring against me, trying to\n drive me insane! Two men, a girl—\"", "\"This one, this one,\" he said. \"This must be a good one. I bet she\n gets shoved right into that propeller there. I bet she gets chopped to\n pieces. Pieces.\"", "\"I\nknow\nI didn't tell you a thing about the Back Number Store. I'm\n starting to think I'm not crazy at all. You—you're trying to do\n something to me. You're all in it together.\"" ], [ "\"But you did, Mr. Turner. You told me all about thinking you could go\n into the past by visiting a book store where they sold old magazines.\n You told me how the intrusion of the past got worse with every visit.\"", "\"Hilliard Turner. There—\"\n\n\n \"We don't want you going back there again, Turner, causing trouble.\n Understand?\"", "\"Mr. Turner, I can't seem to find any record of an appointment for you\n in Dr. Rickenbacker's files,\" the man said.\n\n\n I got to my feet. \"Then I'll come back.\"", "If there was one thing that working for an advertising agency had\n taught me, it was social responsibility.\n\n\n I took up the phone book and located several psychiatrists. I selected\n one at random, for no particular reason.", "\"Please try to keep from getting violent, Mr. Turner. People like you\n actually have more control over themselves than you realize. If you\nwill\nyourself to be calm....\"", "\"Now,\" he said, \"would you like to lie down on the couch and tell\n me about it? Some people have preconceived ideas that I don't want", "He was coming toward me, I could tell. I wheeled and faced him. He had\n a hypodermic needle. It was the smallest one I had ever seen and it had", "Sarge stepped in front of me, his face in deadly earnest. \"How about\n it, Turner? You a narcotics user?\"", "psychiatrist, a doctor, not just a psychoanalyst.\"", "The car was turning, turning into shadows, stopping. We were in an\n alley. Soggy newspapers, dead fish, prowling cats, a broken die, half\n a dice, looking big in the frame of my thick, probably bullet-proof\n window.", "I seemed to be losing control of the conversation. \"But this time\n travel....\"\n\n\n \"Mr. Turner, do you really believe in 'time travel'?\"\n\n\n \"No.\"", "\"\nPlease\n, Mr. Turner! violence will—\"", "Dr. Ernest G. Rickenbacker.\n\n\n I memorized the address and heaved myself to my feet.\nThe doctor's office was as green as the inside of a mentholated\n cigarette commercial.", "\"Listen to me! These people, they're conspiring against me, trying to\n drive me insane! Two men, a girl—\"", "That was the worst part of it. False memories, feelings of persecution,\n that was one thing. Believing that you are actively caught up in a", "\"I'm Dr. Sergeant,\" he said. \"I'm taking care of Dr. Rickenbacker's\n practice for him while he is on vacation.\"", "There was something about them that wasn't so. They might have been the\n hands of a corpse, or a doll....\n\n\n I lurched across the desk and grabbed his wrist.", "The old man was watching me. He skittered back across the floor and\n snatched up a magazine. It was a copy of\nSky Fighters\nwith a girl in\n a painted-on flying suit hanging from the struts of a Tiger Moth.", "\"Then how can there be any such thing? It can't be real.\"\n\n\n \"I know that! I want to be cured of imagining it.\"", "\"I\nknow\nI didn't tell you a thing about the Back Number Store. I'm\n starting to think I'm not crazy at all. You—you're trying to do\n something to me. You're all in it together.\"" ], [ "The car was turning, turning into shadows, stopping. We were in an\n alley. Soggy newspapers, dead fish, prowling cats, a broken die, half\n a dice, looking big in the frame of my thick, probably bullet-proof\n window.", "War One. I was in my mid-twenties; anybody could tell that by looking\n at me. The time was the late 'Fifties; anybody could tell that from", "The old man was watching me. He skittered back across the floor and\n snatched up a magazine. It was a copy of\nSky Fighters\nwith a girl in\n a painted-on flying suit hanging from the struts of a Tiger Moth.", "I was kneeling on a hard surface no more than six feet from the window\n from which I had fallen. It was still fourteen flights up, more or\n less, but\nDown\nwas broken and splattered over me.", "\"This one, this one,\" he said. \"This must be a good one. I bet she\n gets shoved right into that propeller there. I bet she gets chopped to\n pieces. Pieces.\"", "\"But you did, Mr. Turner. You told me all about thinking you could go\n into the past by visiting a book store where they sold old magazines.\n You told me how the intrusion of the past got worse with every visit.\"", "had been\n replaced by\nGone With the Wind\n.\nThe street was full of wooden-paneled station wagons, blunt little", "I never heard the squad car drive away.\nHome. I lighted the living room from the door, looked around for\n intruders for the first time I could remember, and went inside.", "Carl shrugged. \"What will we do with him?\"\n\n\n I was beginning to attach myself to my surroundings. The street was\n full of traffic. My kind of traffic. Cars that were too big or too\n small.", "The little store was right where I left it, rotting quietly to itself.\n The Back Number Store, the faded circus poster proclaimed in red and", "If there was one thing that working for an advertising agency had\n taught me, it was social responsibility.\n\n\n I took up the phone book and located several psychiatrists. I selected\n one at random, for no particular reason.", "at school. I never did get enough to trade in for a bond, but Mama had\n taken my book and traded parts of it in for coffee. She could never get\n enough coffee....", "\"Right into our laps.\"\n\n\n The second officer leaned forward and clicked something. \"I'll get the\n City boys.\"\n\n\n \"No, kill it, Carl. Think of all that damned paper work.\"", "The next window was about twenty feet away. I had covered half that\n distance, moving my feet with a sideways crab motion, when Carl,", "He was coming toward me, I could tell. I wheeled and faced him. He had\n a hypodermic needle. It was the smallest one I had ever seen and it had", "I gave him a kick at the base of his spine. He grunted and lay still.\n\n\n There was a rapping on the door. \"Doctor? Doctor?\"", "hardly human, scowling anthropoids in walrus-skin coats. It was my own\n time. Anybody could see I was safe, and I could risk doing what I ached\n to do.", "The men opened their doors and then mine.\n\n\n \"Out.\"\nI climbed out and stood by the car, blinking.", "set was enjoying a quiz by itself and creased in my pocket was the\n newspaper account of the failure of a monumental human adventure in the\n blooming extinction of a huge rocket. The boys on the corner seemed", "\"What were you running from?\" the driver asked.\n\n\n How could I tell him that?\n\n\n Before I even got a chance to try, he said: \"What did you do?\"" ], [ "I followed his spidering hand and sure enough, there they were. Stacks\n upon stacks of air-war pulp magazines.", "\"But you did, Mr. Turner. You told me all about thinking you could go\n into the past by visiting a book store where they sold old magazines.\n You told me how the intrusion of the past got worse with every visit.\"", "\"I see. Have you read much science fiction, Mr. Turner?\"", "\"You should\nread\nthem instead of live them. Catharsis. Sublimate, Mr.\n Turner. For instance, to a certain type of person, I often recommend\n the mysteries of Mickey Spillane.\"", "You identify with the hero of any story if it's well enough written.\n But the identification I felt with the pilots in air-war stories was\n plainly ridiculous.", "The old man was watching me. He skittered back across the floor and\n snatched up a magazine. It was a copy of\nSky Fighters\nwith a girl in\n a painted-on flying suit hanging from the struts of a Tiger Moth.", "Sarge took up the\nSky Fighters\nwith the girl in the elastic flying\n suit. \"Filth,\" he said.\n\n\n \"You know about the laws governing pornography, Turner.\"", "I'd been daydreaming again. I shouldn't forget things were getting\n different lately. It was becoming dangerous.\n\n\n I gathered up an armload of air-war magazines at random.", "I looked up a little bit and saw an ugly, battered hand thumbing across\n a stack of half a dozen magazines like a giant deck of cards.\n\n\n \"Why don't you take up detective stories?\" he asked me.", "grab up them horror magazines and read and read, until sweat starts\n rolling off the end of their nose. I've hardly got the heart to throw\n 'em out.\"", "The music I listened to was Gershwin and Arlen and Chicago jazz.\n\n\n And my reading was the pulp literature harking back to the First World\n War. This was the biggest part of it all, I think.", "\"\nPlease\n, Mr. Turner! violence will—\"", "\"Don't tell me reading isn't a craving with some of you fellows. I've\n seen guys come in here, hardly two threads stuck together on them, and", "magazines, Quentin Reynolds, and re-runs of\nDawn Patrol\non television\n were mere hallucinations.", "That damned castor oil in the carburetor. I'll be in the W. C. until\n oh-six-hundred....\nNo, the air wasn't one of castor oil but the pleasant smell of aged\n paper and printer's ink.", "\"This one, this one,\" he said. \"This must be a good one. I bet she\n gets shoved right into that propeller there. I bet she gets chopped to\n pieces. Pieces.\"", "\"Please try to keep from getting violent, Mr. Turner. People like you\n actually have more control over themselves than you realize. If you\nwill\nyourself to be calm....\"", "\"Some. I read a lot. All kinds of books. Tolstoi, Twain, Hemingway,\n Luke Short, John D. MacDonald, Huxley.\"", "\"Nobody would look at my magazines,\" the old man chuckled, \"if I put it\n out front. My boy got me that. He runs a radio and Victrola store. A\n good boy. His name's in the fishbowl.\"", "THE AIR OF CASTOR OIL\nBY JIM HARMON\n\n\n Illustrated by WALKER\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from" ], [ "\"\nPlease\n, Mr. Turner! violence will—\"", "\"Hilliard Turner. There—\"\n\n\n \"We don't want you going back there again, Turner, causing trouble.\n Understand?\"", "\"Please try to keep from getting violent, Mr. Turner. People like you\n actually have more control over themselves than you realize. If you\nwill\nyourself to be calm....\"", "\"But you did, Mr. Turner. You told me all about thinking you could go\n into the past by visiting a book store where they sold old magazines.\n You told me how the intrusion of the past got worse with every visit.\"", "The car was turning, turning into shadows, stopping. We were in an\n alley. Soggy newspapers, dead fish, prowling cats, a broken die, half\n a dice, looking big in the frame of my thick, probably bullet-proof\n window.", "\"I see. Have you read much science fiction, Mr. Turner?\"", "\"Mr. Turner, I can't seem to find any record of an appointment for you\n in Dr. Rickenbacker's files,\" the man said.\n\n\n I got to my feet. \"Then I'll come back.\"", "I seemed to be losing control of the conversation. \"But this time\n travel....\"\n\n\n \"Mr. Turner, do you really believe in 'time travel'?\"\n\n\n \"No.\"", "\"This one, this one,\" he said. \"This must be a good one. I bet she\n gets shoved right into that propeller there. I bet she gets chopped to\n pieces. Pieces.\"", "Sarge took up the\nSky Fighters\nwith the girl in the elastic flying\n suit. \"Filth,\" he said.\n\n\n \"You know about the laws governing pornography, Turner.\"", "Sarge stepped in front of me, his face in deadly earnest. \"How about\n it, Turner? You a narcotics user?\"", "You aren't going to be able to Immelmann out of this dive, Turner.\n Good-by, Turner.\n\n\n Death.", "\"You should\nread\nthem instead of live them. Catharsis. Sublimate, Mr.\n Turner. For instance, to a certain type of person, I often recommend\n the mysteries of Mickey Spillane.\"", "\"That's not what I want to see. I want—\"\n\n\n The old man snickered. \"I know what you want. Indeed I do. This way.\"", "turns the blade back on him. It goes through his neck, all the way\n through.", "ex-Army, Lions Club member, beefy, respectable, well-intentioned, not\n a complete fool. The guy on the corner reading a newspaper by the bus\n stop.", "He's pulling her up. No tail and he's pulling her up. He's a good man.\n Come on. A little more. A little more and you can deadstick her. Come", "The old man was watching me. He skittered back across the floor and\n snatched up a magazine. It was a copy of\nSky Fighters\nwith a girl in\n a painted-on flying suit hanging from the struts of a Tiger Moth.", "He was coming toward me, I could tell. I wheeled and faced him. He had\n a hypodermic needle. It was the smallest one I had ever seen and it had", "\"Nobody would look at my magazines,\" the old man chuckled, \"if I put it\n out front. My boy got me that. He runs a radio and Victrola store. A\n good boy. His name's in the fishbowl.\"" ], [ "The car was turning, turning into shadows, stopping. We were in an\n alley. Soggy newspapers, dead fish, prowling cats, a broken die, half\n a dice, looking big in the frame of my thick, probably bullet-proof\n window.", "\"\nPlease\n, Mr. Turner! violence will—\"", "\"Hilliard Turner. There—\"\n\n\n \"We don't want you going back there again, Turner, causing trouble.\n Understand?\"", "\"But you did, Mr. Turner. You told me all about thinking you could go\n into the past by visiting a book store where they sold old magazines.\n You told me how the intrusion of the past got worse with every visit.\"", "\"You were causing some kind of trouble in that neighborhood back\n there,\" the driver announced.\n\n\n \"Really, officers—\"\n\n\n \"What's your name?\"", "\"Look, officers, I'm not drunk or disorderly. I thought this was a cab.\n I just wanted to get away from back then—I mean back\nthere\n.\"\n\n\n The two policemen exchanged glances.", "indisputably the second policeman, put his head out of the window\n where I was heading and pointed a .38 revolver at me, saying in a", "\"Right into our laps.\"\n\n\n The second officer leaned forward and clicked something. \"I'll get the\n City boys.\"\n\n\n \"No, kill it, Carl. Think of all that damned paper work.\"", "\"Please try to keep from getting violent, Mr. Turner. People like you\n actually have more control over themselves than you realize. If you\nwill\nyourself to be calm....\"", "Sarge stepped in front of me, his face in deadly earnest. \"How about\n it, Turner? You a narcotics user?\"", "I never heard the squad car drive away.\nHome. I lighted the living room from the door, looked around for\n intruders for the first time I could remember, and went inside.", "Something was wrong. Two men were in the front seat. The driver showed\n me his hard, expressionless face. \"What do you think you are doing?\"\n\n\n \"This isn't a taxicab?\" I asked blankly.", "\"This one, this one,\" he said. \"This must be a good one. I bet she\n gets shoved right into that propeller there. I bet she gets chopped to\n pieces. Pieces.\"", "\"Park Police.\"\n\n\n I sat there while we drove on for a few minutes.\n\n\n \"D. & D.,\" the second man said to the driver.", "Chaney stops his clock for him. Now William Farnum is riding up with\n the posse. Tom makes a try with the knife, the girl screams, and Chaney", "turns the blade back on him. It goes through his neck, all the way\n through.", "I seemed to be losing control of the conversation. \"But this time\n travel....\"\n\n\n \"Mr. Turner, do you really believe in 'time travel'?\"\n\n\n \"No.\"", "\"Mr. Turner, I can't seem to find any record of an appointment for you\n in Dr. Rickenbacker's files,\" the man said.\n\n\n I got to my feet. \"Then I'll come back.\"", "I grabbed the handle on the door, opened it and threw myself into the\n back seat.\n\n\n \"Madison Avenue,\" I said from my diaphragm, without any breath behind\n it.", "Carl shrugged. \"What will we do with him?\"\n\n\n I was beginning to attach myself to my surroundings. The street was\n full of traffic. My kind of traffic. Cars that were too big or too\n small." ] ]

[ "Does the author want his audience to dislike The Phantom Menace?", "What does the critic likely view as the best part of the movie?", "How did the critic likely feel about the email from his wife's relative?", "What problem does The Phantom Menace create for Darth Vader's character?", "Which of the following was a problem with the movie identified by the critic?", "Who does the critic blame for the quality of this movie?", "If the critic had to use one word to describe the movie, which of the following would he likely choose?", "Why does the critic believe that some people will like The Phantom Menace?", "What change does the critic think would have the biggest impact on the quality of the film?", "What missing component of the movie does the critic reference throughout the entire review?" ]

[ [ "Yes, he is building an argument for why people should not like the movie", "Yes, George Lucas does not deserve for people to like the movie", "No, he is only stating why he thinks movie is bad", "No, he does not want to ruin the excitement of movie-goers" ], [ "Pod racing", "Darth Maul", "Special effects", "R2-D2" ], [ "Angry", "Pity", "Frustration", "Happy" ], [ "\"Metachorians\" change his backstory", "Young Anakin building C-3PO", "Young Anakin pod races", "Young Anakin has fear" ], [ "The acting", "The actors", "The effects", "The setting" ], [ "The actors", "The audience", "The director", "The plot" ], [ "Inaccurate", "Boring", "Irrelevant", "Long" ], [ "He does not believe anyone will like it", "Pod racing", "The effects", "Delusion" ], [ "Change the setting", "More writers should have worked on the script", "The acting should be better", "Change the primary villain" ], [ "Emotion", "Action", "Plot", "The Force" ] ]

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[ [ "Still, it's worth reprinting a blistering e-mail sent to my wife by a relative, after she'd let him know that I hated The Phantom Menace :", "do. It's as if he conceived The Phantom Menace", "wanted to love The Phantom Menace , too. I was", "Phantom Menace so much--because they have so much emotional", "curious to know whether he sees The Phantom Menace a", "1: The Phantom Menace --rises out of the screen and", "Phantom Menace , however, the Jedi already exist and the", "Williams fanfare erupts and the title-- Star Wars Episode 1:", "The Phantom Menace didn't need to be barren of", "for the Trade Federation.\") Lucas considers himself an \"independent\" filmmaker", "all prizes, The Phantom Menace is a box of Cracker", "Guy.\" Like all revisionist historians, Lucas cheats like mad. If", "Surprise, Surprise. Star Wars was never reviewed well by", "your mind.\" In other words, the Force. So, it's not", "the verge of actually thrilling you. The chief villain, bombastically", "Menace falls into the second camp: It really does", "to plumb the origins of Lucas' universe. In The Phantom", "Episodes 4 through 6. Anakin, he says smugly, has", "thing that will strike you is that George Lucas, who", "into Lucas' cartoonish fantasies. Having lived with the saga" ], [ "by critics. Sometimes a basic story that rests on great", "activity that he demonstrates in one of the movie's most", "called a cult movie, and no critic can have an", "effects are first-rate, occasionally breathtaking. But the floating platforms in", "to certain basic critic criteria. I say bpthhhh (sticking", "parts. Potentially thrilling stuff, but Neeson and McGregor remain", "anything dissing my movie:):):)", "\"To hell with the critics, we know it will be", "again for a couple of hours. But the movie has", "most impressive but irrelevant special effects set pieces, a whiplash", "great special effects and stupid dialogue can be very entertaining--it's", "Still, it's worth reprinting a blistering e-mail sent to my wife by a relative, after she'd let him know that I hated The Phantom Menace :", "one--but I still liked it and saw it a dozen", "Surprise, Surprise. Star Wars was never reviewed well by", "not terrible actors, they've just been given scenes that no", "who wrote and directed the movie, has forgotten how to", "imagination. And I'm sure it's not as bad as Return", "and make the movie halfway human. A buddy specialist would", "the verge of actually thrilling you. The chief villain, bombastically", "enjoy it. Why? Because it plays on my childhood imagination." ], [ "Still, it's worth reprinting a blistering e-mail sent to my wife by a relative, after she'd let him know that I hated The Phantom Menace :", "later by computers. \"I don't sense anything,\" he tells his", "his brow. \"There's something ... elusive,\" he says, working", "...\" Yaaahhhhhhh!!! Then, their hearts pounding, they'll settle back", "... us ... to ... war,\" she drones. Meanwhile, the", "his lack of urgency. There's Zen detachment and there's", "How long will they go with it? At what point will they realize that what they've heard is, alas, true, that the picture really is a stiff? Maybe they never will. Maybe they'll want to love The", "of feeling, but it took a real writer, Lawrence Kasdan", "(sticking my tongue out to review)--don't be sending me anything", "the verge of actually thrilling you. The chief villain, bombastically", "might have looked like this, although Wood's dialogue would surely", "\"To hell with the critics, we know it will be", "have already got the grim message. For one thing, communications", "I thought: At last, a character with the potential for", "middle of the damn story. The only dramatic interest comes", "man, how come he never paid much attention to him", "the future.\" Neeson thinks a bit. \"I do sense an", "was an adolescent boy and would enjoy being one again", "himself puts it, in another context, \"See through you we", "one--but I still liked it and saw it a dozen" ], [ "do. It's as if he conceived The Phantom Menace", "Phantom Menace so much--because they have so much emotional", "Phantom Menace , however, the Jedi already exist and the", "1: The Phantom Menace --rises out of the screen and", "side of the Force and become Darth Vader. But that", "The Phantom Menace didn't need to be barren of", "Still, it's worth reprinting a blistering e-mail sent to my wife by a relative, after she'd let him know that I hated The Phantom Menace :", "wanted to love The Phantom Menace , too. I was", "Episodes 4 through 6. Anakin, he says smugly, has", "curious to know whether he sees The Phantom Menace a", "If Darth Vader had built C-3PO as a young man,", "of Darth Sidious, Dark Lord of the \"Sith,\" commands the", "to plumb the origins of Lucas' universe. In The Phantom", "Skywalker (Jake Lloyd), whom we know will grow up to", "your mind.\" In other words, the Force. So, it's not", "bombastically named Darth Maul, is a horned, red, Kabuki-style", "the film, when Anakin goes before something called the Jedi", "all prizes, The Phantom Menace is a box of Cracker", "Guy.\" Like all revisionist historians, Lucas cheats like mad. 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The chief villain, bombastically", "his brow. \"There's something ... elusive,\" he says, working", "anything dissing my movie:):):)", "only one thing,\" says someone. \"Invasion.\"", "by critics. Sometimes a basic story that rests on great", "movie and say: \"No, you didn't get it, Mr.", "who wrote and directed the movie, has forgotten how to", "might have looked like this, although Wood's dialogue would surely", "\"To hell with the critics, we know it will be", "one--but I still liked it and saw it a dozen", "filmmaker and an artist of integrity. Had he not been", "again for a couple of hours. But the movie has", "great special effects and stupid dialogue can be very entertaining--it's", "Still, it's worth reprinting a blistering e-mail sent to my wife by a relative, after she'd let him know that I hated The Phantom Menace :", "most impressive but irrelevant special effects set pieces, a whiplash", "effects are first-rate, occasionally breathtaking. 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Because it plays on my childhood imagination.", "The Phantom Menace didn't need to be barren of", "for the Trade Federation.\") Lucas considers himself an \"independent\" filmmaker", "Surprise, Surprise. Star Wars was never reviewed well by", "by critics. Sometimes a basic story that rests on great", "into Lucas' cartoonish fantasies. Having lived with the saga", "to plumb the origins of Lucas' universe. In The Phantom", "great special effects and stupid dialogue can be very entertaining--it's", "your mind.\" In other words, the Force. So, it's not" ], [ "to certain basic critic criteria. I say bpthhhh (sticking", "and make the movie halfway human. A buddy specialist would", "screenwriters would doubtless have been engaged to rewrite him and", "filmmaker and an artist of integrity. Had he not been", "by critics. Sometimes a basic story that rests on great", "who wrote and directed the movie, has forgotten how to", "called a cult movie, and no critic can have an", "imagination. And I'm sure it's not as bad as Return", "\"To hell with the critics, we know it will be", "might have looked like this, although Wood's dialogue would surely", "not terrible actors, they've just been given scenes that no", "anything dissing my movie:):):)", "activity that he demonstrates in one of the movie's most", "again for a couple of hours. But the movie has", "million to remake Plan Nine From Outer Space it might", "to write and direct a movie. Having spent the two", "the verge of actually thrilling you. The chief villain, bombastically", "Kenobi badinage, and a black dialogue specialist would have given", "do. It's as if he conceived The Phantom Menace", "Still, it's worth reprinting a blistering e-mail sent to my wife by a relative, after she'd let him know that I hated The Phantom Menace :" ], [ "movie and say: \"No, you didn't get it, Mr.", "who wrote and directed the movie, has forgotten how to", "activity that he demonstrates in one of the movie's most", "middle of the damn story. The only dramatic interest comes", "called a cult movie, and no critic can have an", "his brow. \"There's something ... elusive,\" he says, working", "anything dissing my movie:):):)", "to certain basic critic criteria. I say bpthhhh (sticking", "by critics. Sometimes a basic story that rests on great", "parts. Potentially thrilling stuff, but Neeson and McGregor remain", "again for a couple of hours. But the movie has", "the verge of actually thrilling you. The chief villain, bombastically", "Clack, clack, clack. Lucas can't edit fight scenes so", "later by computers. \"I don't sense anything,\" he tells his", "Surprise, Surprise. Star Wars was never reviewed well by", "Still, it's worth reprinting a blistering e-mail sent to my wife by a relative, after she'd let him know that I hated The Phantom Menace :", "Phantom Menace so much--because they have so much emotional", "most impressive but irrelevant special effects set pieces, a whiplash", "enjoy it. Why? Because it plays on my childhood imagination.", "of feeling, but it took a real writer, Lawrence Kasdan" ] ]

[ "Does the author think that Topsy-Turvy is a good movie?", "Does the author think that Mr. Death: The Rise and Fall of Fred D. Leuchter, Jr. is a good documentary?", "According to the author, what is Topsy-Turvy about?", "Does Morris dislike Leuchter?", "Why does they author write about these two different movies within the same article?", "Which of the following is shared between Topsy-Turvy and Mr. Death?", "Which of the following did Topsy-Turvy do better than Mr. Death?", "How does Leigh likely feel about Gilbert and Sullivan?", "Why is Leuchter a hero to neo-Nazis?" ]

[ [ "Yes, the end redeems the rest of the movie", "Yes, the entire movie is excellent", "No, the beginning is a mess", "No, there are too many loose ends" ], [ "No, the emotional tone of the movie is too removed", "No, the entire movie is insensitive", "Yes, the beginning sets the stage to study an excellent specimen in Leuchter", "Yes, it correctly paints Leuchter in a negative light" ], [ "It is about the relationship between Gilbert and Sullivan", "It is about the lives of artists", "It is about English actors playing Japanese characters", "It is about the details of the creation of The Mikado" ], [ "No, Leuchter is innocent", "No, Leuchter is just a subject to study", "Yes, Leuchter defiled Auschwitz", "Yes, Leuchter is an anti-Semite" ], [ "The movies have a similar theme", "The directors have a similar process", "The directors worked together", "The movies have similar criticisms" ], [ "Plot structure", "Character behavior", "Cultural insensitivity", "Primary theme" ], [ "Exposition", "Narrative tension", "Accuracy of subject matter", "Emotional release" ], [ "Resentment", "Disdain", "Neutral", "Great respect" ], [ "He chiseled the walls of Auschwitz", "He tried to disprove the genocide of the Holocaust", "He advocates for better capital punishment practices", "He doesn't like Jewish people" ] ]

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The film suggests the latter. It certainly", "You see it in Sullivan's banter with the working-class musicians", "to his brokenhearted wife (Lesley Manville), and Sullivan has", "(Jim Broadbent) and the owner of the Savoy, Richard", "times. Against all this, Morris shows footage of Leuchter chiseling", "has a brainstorm. We hear the horns of The Mikado", "Be patient. Leigh's movies, born of actors' improvisations and", "Mikado overture, then Leigh cuts to the fully realized opening" ], [ "Mr. Death : The Rise and Fall of Fred D. Leuchter, Jr. , kicks up all sorts of messy emotions that his coolly ironic technique can't begin to handle.", "times. Against all this, Morris shows footage of Leuchter chiseling", "He calls Leuchter \"a fffool \" who didn't have", "Is Leuchter a", "here isn't so much for Leuchter or even the Holocaust", "of his way. Leuchter, who looks a little like the", "M r. Death", "the Holocaust never happened. Zundel hired Leuchter to go", "chemical analysis revealed no cyanide gas. Furthermore, Leuchter can't", "place. The subsequent \"Leuchter Report\" became the backbone of", "made a mistake?\"--sufficiently broad that Leuchter can casually affirm", "The problem is that when a documentary filmmaker seems too", "play Mike Wallace and demolish Leuchter on camera. You could", "Like Mike Leigh, Errol Morris rarely begins a project with a clear idea of what he wants it to be. Sometimes he doesn't end a project with a clear idea of what he wants it to be, either. His newest documentary,", "the meat coming off a cooked chicken.\" Leuchter set about", "was close enough to Leuchter to have gotten something more,", "if Leuchter became a hero to neo-Nazis, he also", "about making capital punishment more \"humane.\" He moves on to", "every seat. That's every seat. You can almost hear Leigh", "'s \",\" Leigh's" ], [ "Topsy-Turvy", "lives of artists ever made. Topsy-Turvy leaves you upside", "minutes, Topsy-Turvy has evolved into something extraordinary: a monument", "different about this collaboration? No answer. Topsy-Turvy turns into", "English bureaucrats; the joke of Topsy-Turvy is that the", "lunatic would call Topsy-Turvy , with its lame first", "that calls him the monarch of \"topsy-turvydom\"--of formulaic", "bourgeois slaves to narrative.\" Inevitably, something does happen: Princess", "grin. And Leigh's technique of leaping back and forth between", "It would be charitable to attribute the shapelessness of the early scenes to the characters' own lack of focus, but it would also be inane. As Elvis Mitchell pointed out in", "all ablaze …\" As Leigh's camera pulls back over the", "upside down and breathless.", "horror at appearing on stage without corsets. Behind the satire,", "the creation of Gilbert and Sullivan's comic opera The Mikado", "themselves, and for a while that works stunningly. But at", "Like Mike Leigh, Errol Morris rarely begins a project with a clear idea of what he wants it to be. Sometimes he doesn't end a project with a clear idea of what he wants it to be, either. His newest documentary,", "The order of scenes feels arbitrary, and characters pop up", "their rhythm--and, frequently, their point. This one finds everything. By", "of Nature--a Nature that will, of course, destroy her. The", "Caleb Sampson provides macabre funhouse music and wistful calliope" ], [ "times. Against all this, Morris shows footage of Leuchter chiseling", "of his way. Leuchter, who looks a little like the", "calliope waltzes. Morris' distance from his subject implies condescension--Leuchter", "for Leigh himself--a haughty, ill-humored man with an obsession", "He calls Leuchter \"a fffool \" who didn't have", "Is Leuchter a", "rage at Leuchter had subsided, I began to get angry", "angry at Morris for aestheticizing that violation--turning it into an", "Morris can be heard asking one question only: \"Have you", "Mr. Death : The Rise and Fall of Fred D. Leuchter, Jr. , kicks up all sorts of messy emotions that his coolly ironic technique can't begin to handle.", "was close enough to Leuchter to have gotten something more,", "pariah even in the execution business. When Morris hooks up", "monstrous insensitivity and hubris, though. Morris uses the Dutch", "here isn't so much for Leuchter or even the Holocaust", "made a mistake?\"--sufficiently broad that Leuchter can casually affirm", "the Holocaust never happened. Zundel hired Leuchter to go", "chemical analysis revealed no cyanide gas. Furthermore, Leuchter can't", "comic \"soufflés.\" Leigh evidently loves the bloodless formality of", "grin. And Leigh's technique of leaping back and forth between", "small matter when the subject is Holocaust denial. Morris was" ], [ "It would be charitable to attribute the shapelessness of the early scenes to the characters' own lack of focus, but it would also be inane. As Elvis Mitchell pointed out in", "bit of celebrity? The film suggests the latter. It certainly", "By the end of its two hours and 40 minutes,", "the orchestra and the audience, this movie feels like one", "work. He must also love that those scenes are narrative", "Be patient. Leigh's movies, born of actors' improvisations and", "bourgeois slaves to narrative.\" Inevitably, something does happen: Princess", "then straw, then gold. And you see the connection.", "grin. And Leigh's technique of leaping back and forth between", "themselves, and for a while that works stunningly. But at", "The order of scenes feels arbitrary, and characters pop up", "times. Against all this, Morris shows footage of Leuchter chiseling", "Like Mike Leigh, Errol Morris rarely begins a project with a clear idea of what he wants it to be. Sometimes he doesn't end a project with a clear idea of what he wants it to be, either. His newest documentary,", "Mr. Death : The Rise and Fall of Fred D. Leuchter, Jr. , kicks up all sorts of messy emotions that his coolly ironic technique can't begin to handle.", "The problem is that when a documentary filmmaker seems too", "an ironic art object. The director's beautiful detachment suggests a", "You see it in Sullivan's banter with the working-class musicians", "their rhythm--and, frequently, their point. This one finds everything. By", "lives of artists ever made. Topsy-Turvy leaves you upside", "call comes an hour into the movie. Gilbert attends a" ], [ "M r. Death", "Topsy-Turvy", "lives of artists ever made. 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Leuchter, who looks a little like the", "standing back--maintaining a fixed distance--while his subjects hang themselves,", "bourgeois slaves to narrative.\" Inevitably, something does happen: Princess", "comic \"soufflés.\" Leigh evidently loves the bloodless formality of", "then straw, then gold. And you see the connection.", "times. Against all this, Morris shows footage of Leuchter chiseling", "of Nature--a Nature that will, of course, destroy her. The" ], [ "M r. Death", "lives of artists ever made. Topsy-Turvy leaves you upside", "minutes, Topsy-Turvy has evolved into something extraordinary: a monument", "lunatic would call Topsy-Turvy , with its lame first", "different about this collaboration? No answer. Topsy-Turvy turns into", "Mr. Death : The Rise and Fall of Fred D. Leuchter, Jr. , kicks up all sorts of messy emotions that his coolly ironic technique can't begin to handle.", "Topsy-Turvy", "English bureaucrats; the joke of Topsy-Turvy is that the", "that calls him the monarch of \"topsy-turvydom\"--of formulaic", "Death gets into deeper waters when it recounts the trial", "have helped very much.\" The most devastating rebuttal is from", "times. Against all this, Morris shows footage of Leuchter chiseling", "themselves, and for a while that works stunningly. But at", "gas chambers, and even a gallows, while underneath, Caleb", "standing back--maintaining a fixed distance--while his subjects hang themselves,", "of his way. Leuchter, who looks a little like the", "Caleb Sampson provides macabre funhouse music and wistful calliope", "grin. 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And Leigh's technique of leaping back and forth between", "You see it in Sullivan's banter with the working-class musicians", "'s \",\" Leigh's", "The final image is of Art: Leonora on stage singing", "first hour, in which Arthur Sullivan (Allan Corduner) attempts", "the creation of Gilbert and Sullivan's comic opera The Mikado", "into Mike Leigh characters? Gilbert could be a stand-in for", "of his way. Leuchter, who looks a little like the", "has its premiere, and Gilbert fumes over a review that", "high-camp accretions. I saw a D'Oyly Carte production of", "all ablaze …\" As Leigh's camera pulls back over the", "Mikado overture, then Leigh cuts to the fully realized opening" ], [ "if Leuchter became a hero to neo-Nazis, he also", "Is Leuchter a", "of his way. Leuchter, who looks a little like the", "place. The subsequent \"Leuchter Report\" became the backbone of", "the Holocaust never happened. 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And Leigh's technique of leaping back and forth between" ] ]

[ "Why were the Tepoktan's barred from going into space?", "What is it implied when it is said that the survivor is \"not what he was hoping for?\"", "Why is the injured man surprised to see George? ", "Why was George suspicious of Al Birken?", "Why didn't the Tepoktans seize Al Birken after he stole the vehicle?", "Why was Birken limping during his approach to the space ship?", "Why were George's escorts suddenly startled at the ship?", "Why did George remain on Tepokt instead of returning home?", "Why was George upset with Klaft after killing Al Birken?", "Why was George regretful for killing Al Birken?" ]

[ [ "Their religion prohibits it", "They lack the drive for interstellar exploration", "The Terrans have colonized all of the rest of near space", "There is a field of debris blocking their orbit" ], [ "George would have preferred the survivor to have been of a stronger build", "George would have preferred the survivor to be uninjured", "George would have preferred for the survivor to have been a woman", "George would have wanted the survivor to not have been from Terra" ], [ "George is the only human on an alien planet", "He is surprised to be alive and able to see", "He knows George from a previous encounter", "He was on a rescue mission for George" ], [ "George thinks that Al may be a prisoner on the run ", "George thinks Al may be a scout for land-grabbers", "George is worried Al is there to steal Tepoktan knowledge", "George is worried Al will try to conquer the Tepoktans" ], [ "The Tepoktans were afraid Al Birken would kill more people", "The Tepoktans wanted Al Birken to leave", "Al Birken continually overpowered the Tepoktans", "The Tepotkans were leaving it up to George's discretion" ], [ "His leg was hurt in a crash duringthe chase with the authorities", "The Tepoktans had shot his leg while he was running towards the ship", "The Tepoktans had operated on his leg to study his physiology", "His leg was broken in his initial crash on the planet" ], [ "George was not going to let Al Birken board the ship", "Al Birken had tackled George", "Al Birken had thrown a spear at George", "George decided to leave Tepokt" ], [ "He like the way he was treated with respect on Tepokt", "He was a wanted criminal on his home planet", "He wanted to help the Tepoktans achieve interstellar travel", "He was afraid of crashing in the meteorite field while leaving" ], [ "Klaft didn't help him during the fight", "Klaft was asking if the Dr. could study Al Birken's body", "Klaft was chastising George for killing Al", "Klaft was telling George that he should leave on the space ship" ], [ "George had damaged the ship that the Tepoktans built", "George wanted another human to live on Tepokt with", "George wanted to give Al Birken a fair trial", "George thought Al Birkin was innocent" ] ]

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[ [ "belt and down to the surface of\n Tepokt, leaving him the only survivor.\n Barred off as they were\n from venturing into space, the", "unable to offer the Tepoktans any\n new ideas. In one or two ways,\n he believed, no Terran could\n teach their experts anything.", "\"I regret I shall have to conclude\n this discussion,\" he announced.\n \"I am informed that\n another ship from space has\n reached the surface of Tepokt.\n My presence is requested in case\n the crew are of my own planet.\"", "The Dome of Eyes made it almost impossible for\n Terrans to reach the world of Tepokt. For those\n who did land there, there was no returning—only\n the bitterness of respect—and justice!", "\"It is not impossible,\" admitted\n Kinton unhappily. \"He will\n tell me little about himself. It\n may be that he was caught in\n Tepokt's gravity while fleeing\n from justice.\"", "highly civilized Tepoktans constantly\n displayed the curiosity of\n dreamers in matters related to\n the universe. Because of the veil\n of meteorites and satellite fragments", "Kinton turned away from the\n window as he caught the glint\n of Tepokt's sun upon the hull of", "Why was it one like him who\n got through? he asked himself\n in silent anguish. After ten\n years. The Tepoktans had been\n thinking well of Terrans, but\n now—", "\"We do not know if they have\n always been meteorites,\" the\n Tepoktans had told Kinton, \"or", "For ten years, Kinton had\n failed to work up any strong desire\n to try it. The Tepoktans", "Kinton observed, however,\n that his aide also stared upward\n for a long moment. The Tepoktans\n loved speculating about the", "In some ways, compared to\n [105]\n those of Terra, the industries of\n Tepokt were underdeveloped. In", "\"Yeah. Jet-hoppers spreadin'\n all over the other five. None of\n the land-hungry poops figured a\n way to set down here, though, or\n they'd be creepin' around this\n planet too.\"", "Only upon turning around did\n he realize that two armed Tepoktans\n had materialized in time to\n follow Klaft inside.", "Kinton settled back in the seat\n especially padded to fit the contours\n of his Terran body, and\n [111]\n stared silently at the partition\n behind the pilot.", "break out into interplanetary\n space. Kinton had been inexplicably\n lucky to have reached the\n surface even in a battered hulk.", "\"Glory glitters till it is known\n for a curse,\" he remarked, quoting\n a Tepoktan proverb often applied\n [106]\n by the disgruntled scientists\n to the Dome of Eyes.", "elongated snouts and pointed,\n sharp-toothed jaws. The average\n Tepoktan was slightly under\n Kinton's height of five-feet-ten,", "He glanced back at the Tepoktans\n beside the helicopter, Klaft,\n the pilot, the officer, the constable\n with the rocket weapon.\n\n\n They stood quietly, looking\n back at him.", "He turned and raised it to his\n chest. Because of the shortness\n of Tepoktan arms, the launcher\n was constructed so that the butt" ], [ "A man! he thought, then\n curled a lip wrily at the sudden,\n unexpected pang of disappointment.\n Well, he hadn't realized", "wondering at the fact that they\n were not shaking. He felt dejected,\n empty, not like a man who\n had just been at a high pitch of\n excitement.", "\"You're all right now,\" he said\n soothingly. \"It's all over and\n you're in good hands. I gather\n there were no other survivors of\n the crash?\"", "had thought of the hospital in\n this city which was known to\n have a doctor rating as an expert\n in human physiology. The survivor—only\n one occupant of the", "\"It is not impossible,\" admitted\n Kinton unhappily. \"He will\n tell me little about himself. It\n may be that he was caught in\n Tepokt's gravity while fleeing\n from justice.\"", "To himself, he wished he had\n not told Birken about the spaceship.\n He didn't think the man\n exactly believed his explanation", "\"Ya might say I was explorin',\"\n Birken replied at last.\n \"That's why I come alone.\n Didn't want nobody else hurt if\n I didn't make it. Say, how bad\n am I banged up?\"", "kind. Maybe they really didn't\n want to risk hurting his feelings,\n but that was only part of it.\n They were leaving it up to him\n to handle what they considered", "\"He did not say,\" answered\n Klaft expressionlessly. \"Taking\n them by surprise, he killed two\n of the constables and injured\n the third before fleeing with one\n of their spears.\"", "\"Not\ntheir\nparty,\" he muttered.\n He turned again to Birken,\n who still retreated toward the", "until then what he was really\n hoping for!\nThe spaceman had been\n cleaned up and bandaged by the\n native medicos. Kinton saw that", "He wondered what to do. He\n had no actual faith in the idea\n that Birken was delirious, or acting\n under any influence but that\n of a criminally self-centered nature.", "seizing the weapon had him panting.\n Or was it the fright at having\n a spear thrown at him? He\n decided that Birken had not come", "some he thought he had forgotten.\n Still ... he sensed the disappointment\n at his announcement.", "of why there was no use taking\n off in it.\nYet he continued to spend as\n much time as he could visiting\n the other man. Then, as his helicopter", "rather be buried, even if that\n left them with only what he\n could tell them about the human\n body.\nTo help himself forget the", "\"It's just that now I'm lonely\n ... again,\" he said.\nTranscriber's Note:", "\"But George! It was enough\n that they were present when you\n received the news. They can talk\n about that the rest of their lives!\n You must not waste your\n strength on these people who\n come out of curiosity.\"", "He shook his head dazedly,\n tried to sit up, and subsided with\n a groan.\nWhy, he looked scared when\n he saw me\n, thought Kinton.", "messenger, noticing for the first\n time that the latter was an under-officer\n of police. He shook his\n head distractedly. It appeared\n that his suspicions concerning" ], [ "He shook his head dazedly,\n tried to sit up, and subsided with\n a groan.\nWhy, he looked scared when\n he saw me\n, thought Kinton.", "A man! he thought, then\n curled a lip wrily at the sudden,\n unexpected pang of disappointment.\n Well, he hadn't realized", "\"But George! It was enough\n that they were present when you\n received the news. They can talk\n about that the rest of their lives!\n You must not waste your\n strength on these people who\n come out of curiosity.\"", "\"I understand, George, the\n logic of it,\" said Klaft. \"I meant\n ... it is not my place to say this\n ... but you seem unhappy.\"\n\n\n \"Possibly,\" grunted Kinton\n wrily.", "\"Yes, George,\" said Klaft.\n \"George...?\"\n\n\n \"Well?\"", "plain on Kinton's face. \"In other\n words, criminals. You suspect\n this Albirken is such a one,\n George?\"", "He whirled to run toward the\n helicopter. Hardly had he taken\n two steps, however, when he saw\n startled changes in the carefully", "\"Perhaps they thought you\n might be offended, George,\" he\n answered at last.", "\"Thrown across the controls\n after his belt broke loose?\" Kinton\n guessed.\n\n\n \"I bow to your wisdom,\n George,\" said the plump Tepoktan\n doctor who appeared to be\n in charge.", "his left thigh was probably\n broken. Other dressings suggested\n cracked ribs and lacerations\n on the head and shoulders. The\n man was dark-haired but pale of", "The man stared curiously. Kinton\n realized that his own language\n sputtered clumsily from\n his lips after ten years. He tried\n again.", "As they passed the man below,\n Birken looked up. He continued\n to limp along at a brisk\n pace with the aid of what looked\n like a short spear.\n\n\n \"Go down!\" Kinton ordered.", "messenger, noticing for the first\n time that the latter was an under-officer\n of police. He shook his\n head distractedly. It appeared\n that his suspicions concerning", "The other eyed him for a few\n seconds before dropping his\n gaze. Kinton was struck with\n sudden doubt. The outposts of", "\"He did not say,\" answered\n Klaft expressionlessly. \"Taking\n them by surprise, he killed two\n of the constables and injured\n the third before fleeing with one\n of their spears.\"", "wondering at the fact that they\n were not shaking. He felt dejected,\n empty, not like a man who\n had just been at a high pitch of\n excitement.", "\"My name is George Kinton.\n I don't blame you if I'm hard to\n understand. You see, I've been\n here ten years without ever having\n another Terran to speak to.\"", "He climbed into the helicopter\n and slumped into his seat. Presently,\n he was aware of Klaft edging\n into the seat across the aisle.\n He looked up.", "of why there was no use taking\n off in it.\nYet he continued to spend as\n much time as he could visiting\n the other man. Then, as his helicopter", "to see and talk with one of his\n own kind drew him like a magnet\n to the hospital." ], [ "plain on Kinton's face. \"In other\n words, criminals. You suspect\n this Albirken is such a one,\n George?\"", "He wondered what to do. He\n had no actual faith in the idea\n that Birken was delirious, or acting\n under any influence but that\n of a criminally self-centered nature.", "\"Albirken,\" he said, \"was soon\n followed by three police constables\n in another vehicle. They\n found him heading in the direction\n of our town.\"", "\"Not\ntheir\nparty,\" he muttered.\n He turned again to Birken,\n who still retreated toward the", "To himself, he wished he had\n not told Birken about the spaceship.\n He didn't think the man\n exactly believed his explanation", "as he realized that keeping Birken\n here would also expose a\n highly cultured people to an unscrupulous\n criminal who had already\n committed murder the very", "\"A little over,\" confirmed Kinton.\n \"It's extremely unusual that\n anything gets through to the\n surface, let alone a spaceship.\n What happened to you?\"\nBirken's stare was suspicious.", "\"Birken!\" he shouted. \"For\n the last time! Do you want me\n to send them to drag you back\n here?\"", "In other words, he thought, he\n was responsible for Birken, who\n was a Terran, one of his own", "Across the hundred-yard space\n streaked four flaring little projectiles.\n Kinton, without exactly\n seeing each, was aware of the\n general lines of flight diverging\n gradually to bracket the figure\n of Birken.", "Then, abruptly, his lips tightened\n to a thin line. The sights\n steadied on Birken as the latter\n approached the foot of the ladder\n leading to the entrance port\n of the spaceship.", "[113]\n He felt his face flushing with\n sudden anger. Birken was running\n as best he could toward the\n spaceship, and had covered nearly\n half the distance.", "Birken had been only too accurate.", "\"I understand, George, the\n logic of it,\" said Klaft. \"I meant\n ... it is not my place to say this\n ... but you seem unhappy.\"\n\n\n \"Possibly,\" grunted Kinton\n wrily.", "\"Wait! Don't you think they\n tried sending unmanned rockets\n up? Every one was struck and\n exploded.\"\n\n\n Birken showed no more change\n of expression than if the other\n had commented on the weather.", "\"Yes, George,\" said Klaft.\n \"George...?\"\n\n\n \"Well?\"", "Birken stopped at that. He regarded\n the motionless Tepoktans\n with a derisive sneer.\n\n\n \"They don't look too eager to\n me,\" he taunted.", "To protect him, he wondered.\n Or to get Birken?", "seizing the weapon had him panting.\n Or was it the fright at having\n a spear thrown at him? He\n decided that Birken had not come", "Would Birken listen if he tried\n reasoning, he asked himself.\n Maybe if he showed the man how\n they had proved the unpredictability\n of openings through the\n shifting Dome of Eyes—" ], [ "Birken stopped at that. He regarded\n the motionless Tepoktans\n with a derisive sneer.\n\n\n \"They don't look too eager to\n me,\" he taunted.", "\"Albirken,\" he said, \"was soon\n followed by three police constables\n in another vehicle. They\n found him heading in the direction\n of our town.\"", "Kinton ran at the Tepoktans,\n brushing aside the concerned\n Klaft. He snatched the heavy\n weapon from the surprised constable.", "\"In the night, then, Albirken\n left the chamber in which he lay.\n He can walk some now, you\n know, because of Dr. Chuxolkhee's\n metal pin. He—he stole a\n ground car and is gone.\"", "Seeing that no one ran after\n him, Birken slowed his pace, but\n kept walking toward the ship.\n [112]\n He watched them over his shoulder.", "To himself, he wished he had\n not told Birken about the spaceship.\n He didn't think the man\n exactly believed his explanation", "He glanced back at the Tepoktans\n beside the helicopter, Klaft,\n the pilot, the officer, the constable\n with the rocket weapon.\n\n\n They stood quietly, looking\n back at him.", "Only upon turning around did\n he realize that two armed Tepoktans\n had materialized in time to\n follow Klaft inside.", "as he realized that keeping Birken\n here would also expose a\n highly cultured people to an unscrupulous\n criminal who had already\n committed murder the very", "\"Not\ntheir\nparty,\" he muttered.\n He turned again to Birken,\n who still retreated toward the", "\"It is not impossible,\" admitted\n Kinton unhappily. \"He will\n tell me little about himself. It\n may be that he was caught in\n Tepokt's gravity while fleeing\n from justice.\"", "In other words, he thought, he\n was responsible for Birken, who\n was a Terran, one of his own", "\"Birken!\" he shouted. \"For\n the last time! Do you want me\n to send them to drag you back\n here?\"", "\"Wait! Don't you think they\n tried sending unmanned rockets\n up? Every one was struck and\n exploded.\"\n\n\n Birken showed no more change\n of expression than if the other\n had commented on the weather.", "The pilot landed about a hundred\n yards from the spaceship.\n By the time his passengers had\n alighted, however, Birken had\n drawn level with them, about\n fifty feet away.", "\"He did?\" Kinton had an\n empty feeling in the pit of his\n stomach. \"Is it known where he\n went? I mean ... he has been\n curious to see some of Tepokt.\n Perhaps—\"", "\"A little over,\" confirmed Kinton.\n \"It's extremely unusual that\n anything gets through to the\n surface, let alone a spaceship.\n What happened to you?\"\nBirken's stare was suspicious.", "Then, abruptly, his lips tightened\n to a thin line. The sights\n steadied on Birken as the latter\n approached the foot of the ladder\n leading to the entrance port\n of the spaceship.", "seizing the weapon had him panting.\n Or was it the fright at having\n a spear thrown at him? He\n decided that Birken had not come", "For ten years, Kinton had\n failed to work up any strong desire\n to try it. The Tepoktans" ], [ "Then, abruptly, his lips tightened\n to a thin line. The sights\n steadied on Birken as the latter\n approached the foot of the ladder\n leading to the entrance port\n of the spaceship.", "As they passed the man below,\n Birken looked up. He continued\n to limp along at a brisk\n pace with the aid of what looked\n like a short spear.\n\n\n \"Go down!\" Kinton ordered.", "[113]\n He felt his face flushing with\n sudden anger. Birken was running\n as best he could toward the\n spaceship, and had covered nearly\n half the distance.", "The pilot landed about a hundred\n yards from the spaceship.\n By the time his passengers had\n alighted, however, Birken had\n drawn level with them, about\n fifty feet away.", "Birken's head.\nThe spaceman was blown back\n from the ladder. He balanced on\n his heels for a moment with outstretched\n fingers reaching toward", "Seeing that no one ran after\n him, Birken slowed his pace, but\n kept walking toward the ship.\n [112]\n He watched them over his shoulder.", "To himself, he wished he had\n not told Birken about the spaceship.\n He didn't think the man\n exactly believed his explanation", "\"A little over,\" confirmed Kinton.\n \"It's extremely unusual that\n anything gets through to the\n surface, let alone a spaceship.\n What happened to you?\"\nBirken's stare was suspicious.", "In other words, he thought, he\n was responsible for Birken, who\n was a Terran, one of his own", "He questioned the doctor briefly\n and relayed the information\n that Birken's leg was broken but\n that the other injuries were not\n serious.", "Across the hundred-yard space\n streaked four flaring little projectiles.\n Kinton, without exactly\n seeing each, was aware of the\n general lines of flight diverging\n gradually to bracket the figure\n of Birken.", "Kinton had stepped forward\n six or eight paces, irritated despite\n his anxiety at the way Birken\n persisted in drifting before\n him.", "\"Ya might say I was explorin',\"\n Birken replied at last.\n \"That's why I come alone.\n Didn't want nobody else hurt if\n I didn't make it. Say, how bad\n am I banged up?\"", "The spaceman considered that\n for a few breaths, then seemed\n to relax.\n\n\n \"Al Birken,\" he introduced\n himself laconically. \"Ten years?\"", "\"Wait! Don't you think they\n tried sending unmanned rockets\n up? Every one was struck and\n exploded.\"\n\n\n Birken showed no more change\n of expression than if the other\n had commented on the weather.", "tan by a short, grass-like growth,\n a lone figure plodded toward the\n upthrust bulk of the spaceship\n that had never flown.", "\"Not\ntheir\nparty,\" he muttered.\n He turned again to Birken,\n who still retreated toward the", "\"Birken!\" he shouted. \"For\n the last time! Do you want me\n to send them to drag you back\n here?\"", "after the bone had healed. Meanwhile,\n Birken seemed eager to\n learn all Kinton could tell him\n about the planet, Tepokt.", "\"In the night, then, Albirken\n left the chamber in which he lay.\n He can walk some now, you\n know, because of Dr. Chuxolkhee's\n metal pin. He—he stole a\n ground car and is gone.\"" ], [ "He whirled to run toward the\n helicopter. Hardly had he taken\n two steps, however, when he saw\n startled changes in the carefully", "blank looks of his escort. The\n constable half raised his heavy\n weapon, and Klaft sprang forward\n with a hissing cry.", "Seeing that no one ran after\n him, Birken slowed his pace, but\n kept walking toward the ship.\n [112]\n He watched them over his shoulder.", "\"But George! It was enough\n that they were present when you\n received the news. They can talk\n about that the rest of their lives!\n You must not waste your\n strength on these people who\n come out of curiosity.\"", "Then, abruptly, his lips tightened\n to a thin line. The sights\n steadied on Birken as the latter\n approached the foot of the ladder\n leading to the entrance port\n of the spaceship.", "He shook his head dazedly,\n tried to sit up, and subsided with\n a groan.\nWhy, he looked scared when\n he saw me\n, thought Kinton.", "of the ship before exploding.\n Two others burst against the\n hull, scattering metal fragments,\n and another puffed on the upright\n of the ladder just above", "The pilot landed about a hundred\n yards from the spaceship.\n By the time his passengers had\n alighted, however, Birken had\n drawn level with them, about\n fifty feet away.", "\"Never mind landing at the\n town!\" snapped Kinton. \"Go directly\n out to the ship!\"", "\"No predictable path,\" Klaft\n corrected. \"But what then? We\n would have built you another\n ship, George, for it was you who\n showed us how.\"\n\n\n Kinton flexed his fingers\n slowly.", "\"Why did you not let him go,\n George?\"\n\n\n \"What? Why ... why ... he\n would have destroyed the ship\n you worked so hard to build.\n There is no safe path through\n the Dome of Eyes.\"", "They climbed back into the\n cabin and Klaft gave brisk orders\n to the lean young pilot. A\n moment later, Kinton saw the\n ground outside drop away.", "\"Perhaps they thought you\n might be offended, George,\" he\n answered at last.", "Half a dozen officials hastened\n up to escort the party to the\n vehicle awaiting Kinton. Klaft\n succeeded in quieting the lesser", "\"Thrown across the controls\n after his belt broke loose?\" Kinton\n guessed.\n\n\n \"I bow to your wisdom,\n George,\" said the plump Tepoktan\n doctor who appeared to be\n in charge.", "The other eyed him for a few\n seconds before dropping his\n gaze. Kinton was struck with\n sudden doubt. The outposts of", "\"He has been seen on the road\n passing the dam,\" Klaft reported\n soberly after having been called\n to the pilot's compartment. \"He\n stopped to demand fuel from\n some maintenance workers, but\n they had been warned and fled.\"", "them jokingly that he felt no\n urge to risk a physical encounter\n with his own personal Eye.\nThe helicopter started to descend,\n and Kinton remembered", "One struck the ground beside\n the man just as he set one foot\n on the bottom rung of the ladder,\n and skittered away past one fin", "[113]\n He felt his face flushing with\n sudden anger. Birken was running\n as best he could toward the\n spaceship, and had covered nearly\n half the distance." ], [ "\"He did?\" Kinton had an\n empty feeling in the pit of his\n stomach. \"Is it known where he\n went? I mean ... he has been\n curious to see some of Tepokt.\n Perhaps—\"", "\"It is not impossible,\" admitted\n Kinton unhappily. \"He will\n tell me little about himself. It\n may be that he was caught in\n Tepokt's gravity while fleeing\n from justice.\"", "For ten years, Kinton had\n failed to work up any strong desire\n to try it. The Tepoktans", "\"But George! It was enough\n that they were present when you\n received the news. They can talk\n about that the rest of their lives!\n You must not waste your\n strength on these people who\n come out of curiosity.\"", "\"Why did you not let him go,\n George?\"\n\n\n \"What? Why ... why ... he\n would have destroyed the ship\n you worked so hard to build.\n There is no safe path through\n the Dome of Eyes.\"", "that the city named in his message\n was only about twenty miles\n from his home. The brief twilight\n of Tepokt was passing by", "belt and down to the surface of\n Tepokt, leaving him the only survivor.\n Barred off as they were\n from venturing into space, the", "the few meetings which were the\n only way he could repay the Tepoktans\n for all they did for him.\n On the other hand, the chance", "The Tepoktan student, whose\n blue robe in George Kinton's\n opinion clashed with the dull", "of Tepokt. The time\n would come when he would age\n and die. Whose wishes would\n then prevail?", "\"I regret I shall have to conclude\n this discussion,\" he announced.\n \"I am informed that\n another ship from space has\n reached the surface of Tepokt.\n My presence is requested in case\n the crew are of my own planet.\"", "Birken stopped at that. He regarded\n the motionless Tepoktans\n with a derisive sneer.\n\n\n \"They don't look too eager to\n me,\" he taunted.", "\"I understand, George, the\n logic of it,\" said Klaft. \"I meant\n ... it is not my place to say this\n ... but you seem unhappy.\"\n\n\n \"Possibly,\" grunted Kinton\n wrily.", "He glanced back at the Tepoktans\n beside the helicopter, Klaft,\n the pilot, the officer, the constable\n with the rocket weapon.\n\n\n They stood quietly, looking\n back at him.", "\"Perhaps they thought you\n might be offended, George,\" he\n answered at last.", "For the next three weeks, Kinton\n flew back and forth from his\n own town nearly every day. He\n felt that he should not neglect", "Kinton observed, however,\n that his aide also stared upward\n for a long moment. The Tepoktans\n loved speculating about the", "Kinton turned away from the\n window as he caught the glint\n of Tepokt's sun upon the hull of", "after the bone had healed. Meanwhile,\n Birken seemed eager to\n learn all Kinton could tell him\n about the planet, Tepokt.", "Only upon turning around did\n he realize that two armed Tepoktans\n had materialized in time to\n follow Klaft inside." ], [ "\"I understand, George, the\n logic of it,\" said Klaft. \"I meant\n ... it is not my place to say this\n ... but you seem unhappy.\"\n\n\n \"Possibly,\" grunted Kinton\n wrily.", "plain on Kinton's face. \"In other\n words, criminals. You suspect\n this Albirken is such a one,\n George?\"", "\"Yes, George,\" said Klaft.\n \"George...?\"\n\n\n \"Well?\"", "\"He is dead,\" said Klaft when\n the constable straightened up\n with a curt wave.\n\n\n \"Will ... will you have someone\n see to him, please?\" Kinton\n requested, turning toward the\n helicopter.", "\"No predictable path,\" Klaft\n corrected. \"But what then? We\n would have built you another\n ship, George, for it was you who\n showed us how.\"\n\n\n Kinton flexed his fingers\n slowly.", "They climbed back into the\n cabin and Klaft gave brisk orders\n to the lean young pilot. A\n moment later, Kinton saw the\n ground outside drop away.", "\"He did not say,\" answered\n Klaft expressionlessly. \"Taking\n them by surprise, he killed two\n of the constables and injured\n the third before fleeing with one\n of their spears.\"", "Klaft, who had descended first,\n leaving the pilot to bring up the\n rear, noticed Kinton's pause.", "blank looks of his escort. The\n constable half raised his heavy\n weapon, and Klaft sprang forward\n with a hissing cry.", "\"Not\ntheir\nparty,\" he muttered.\n He turned again to Birken,\n who still retreated toward the", "\"But George! It was enough\n that they were present when you\n received the news. They can talk\n about that the rest of their lives!\n You must not waste your\n strength on these people who\n come out of curiosity.\"", "He climbed into the helicopter\n and slumped into his seat. Presently,\n he was aware of Klaft edging\n into the seat across the aisle.\n He looked up.", "as he realized that keeping Birken\n here would also expose a\n highly cultured people to an unscrupulous\n criminal who had already\n committed murder the very", "Klaft looked uneasy, embarrassed.\n Kinton repeated his question,\n wondering about the group\n of armed police on hand.", "Even if they had been aroused\n to a rage by the killing, Kinton\n told himself, he would not have\n been concerned about himself. He", "Across the hundred-yard space\n streaked four flaring little projectiles.\n Kinton, without exactly\n seeing each, was aware of the\n general lines of flight diverging\n gradually to bracket the figure\n of Birken.", "\"In the night,\" Klaft hissed\n and clucked, \"when none would\n think to watch him, they tell me\n ... and quite rightly, I think—\"", "Kinton had stepped forward\n six or eight paces, irritated despite\n his anxiety at the way Birken\n persisted in drifting before\n him.", "\"Albirken,\" he said, \"was soon\n followed by three police constables\n in another vehicle. They\n found him heading in the direction\n of our town.\"", "He caught himself and looked\n around to see if he had been overheard.\n Klaft and the police officers\n peered from their respective" ], [ "plain on Kinton's face. \"In other\n words, criminals. You suspect\n this Albirken is such a one,\n George?\"", "as he realized that keeping Birken\n here would also expose a\n highly cultured people to an unscrupulous\n criminal who had already\n committed murder the very", "\"Not\ntheir\nparty,\" he muttered.\n He turned again to Birken,\n who still retreated toward the", "\"I understand, George, the\n logic of it,\" said Klaft. \"I meant\n ... it is not my place to say this\n ... but you seem unhappy.\"\n\n\n \"Possibly,\" grunted Kinton\n wrily.", "In other words, he thought, he\n was responsible for Birken, who\n was a Terran, one of his own", "He wondered what to do. He\n had no actual faith in the idea\n that Birken was delirious, or acting\n under any influence but that\n of a criminally self-centered nature.", "To himself, he wished he had\n not told Birken about the spaceship.\n He didn't think the man\n exactly believed his explanation", "\"Birken!\" he shouted. \"For\n the last time! Do you want me\n to send them to drag you back\n here?\"", "\"But George! It was enough\n that they were present when you\n received the news. They can talk\n about that the rest of their lives!\n You must not waste your\n strength on these people who\n come out of curiosity.\"", "Even if they had been aroused\n to a rage by the killing, Kinton\n told himself, he would not have\n been concerned about himself. He", "\"Albirken,\" he said, \"was soon\n followed by three police constables\n in another vehicle. They\n found him heading in the direction\n of our town.\"", "\"Ya might say I was explorin',\"\n Birken replied at last.\n \"That's why I come alone.\n Didn't want nobody else hurt if\n I didn't make it. Say, how bad\n am I banged up?\"", "[113]\n He felt his face flushing with\n sudden anger. Birken was running\n as best he could toward the\n spaceship, and had covered nearly\n half the distance.", "Then, abruptly, his lips tightened\n to a thin line. The sights\n steadied on Birken as the latter\n approached the foot of the ladder\n leading to the entrance port\n of the spaceship.", "Across the hundred-yard space\n streaked four flaring little projectiles.\n Kinton, without exactly\n seeing each, was aware of the\n general lines of flight diverging\n gradually to bracket the figure\n of Birken.", "\"Perhaps they thought you\n might be offended, George,\" he\n answered at last.", "\"Why did you not let him go,\n George?\"\n\n\n \"What? Why ... why ... he\n would have destroyed the ship\n you worked so hard to build.\n There is no safe path through\n the Dome of Eyes.\"", "\"Wait! Don't you think they\n tried sending unmanned rockets\n up? Every one was struck and\n exploded.\"\n\n\n Birken showed no more change\n of expression than if the other\n had commented on the weather.", "\"We, too, have criminals,\" said\n the aide, as gently as was possible\n in his clicking language.\n \"We do not think it necessary\n to grieve for the pain they bring\n upon themselves.\"", "\"He was just no good. You\n know the murder he did here;\n we can only guess what he did\n among my own ... among Terrans.\n Should he have a chance to\n go back and commit more\n crimes?\"" ] ]

[ "Why was Jan in the groundcar diving across Den Hoorn?", "Why was Jan unable to return to Oosport in the same way that he left?", "What about the settlers at Rathole was off-putting to Jan?", "What was Jan referring to when he thanked Sanchez for the good luck wishes?", "Why did the colony of Rathole not have any fuel?", "Why could the helicopters from the main settlement pick up Jan and Diego?", "What was Jan's reason for wanting to return to Rathole after the rescue mission?", "Why did the fuel from the groundcar not work in the flying platform?", "What did Jan end up using to power the flying platform?" ]

[ [ "To retrieve a medical patient", "To flee the storm that was hitting the main station", "To refill his fuel", "To bring supplies to the settlement of Rathole" ], [ "The storms became too intense", "He forgot the route that he took", "His ground car ran out of fuel", "An earthquake altered the terrain" ], [ "They used windmills for power", "They were of Spanish-speaking descent", "They were sick with the Venus Shadow", "They lived underground" ], [ "Dealing with the symptoms of Venus Shadow", "Helping the sick child", "The difficulty of the first crossing", "Returning to Earth" ], [ "It had been stolen by the Russian settlers", "It had frozen solid", "They relied on wind and manual power", "They had run out very recently" ], [ "They were out of fuel", "The wind was too severe", "They had been moved north with the naval base", "The distance was too far" ], [ "To rescue more sick settlers", "To visit Mrs. Murillo", "To bring fuel and supplies", "To return the platform" ], [ "The fuel was too cold to be combusted", "The fuel was old and no longer good", "It was the wrong type of fuel", "The engines in the flying platform had gone bad" ], [ "A sail", "A broom", "A windmill", "Fuel from the ground car" ] ]

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[ [ "The ground of Den Hoorn was\n still shivering. Jan did not realize\n this until he had to brake the", "Jan made use of this calm to\n step down on the accelerator and\n send the groundcar speeding\n forward. The terrain was easier", "\"Jan, you're the best driver in\n Oostpoort,\" said Dekker. \"You\n will have to take a groundcar to", "Jan needed all his Dutch stubbornness,\n and a good deal of pure\n physical strength besides, to maneuver\n the roach-flat groundcar", "Heemskerk could only draw the\n conclusion that the aircraft had\n been wrecked somewhere in Den\n Hoorn. As a matter of fact, he\n knew that preparations were being\n made now to send a couple of\n groundcars out to search for it.", "across the tumbled terrain of\n Den Hoorn into the teeth of the\n howling gale that swept from the\n west. The huge wheels twisted", "The three earthshocks that had\n shaken Den Hoorn since he had\n been driving made his task no\n easier, but he was obviously", "The quake lasted for several\n minutes, during which Jan was\n able to make no progress at all\n and struggled only to keep the\n groundcar upright. Then, in unison,\n both earthquake and wind\n died to absolute quiescence.", "But even the 2½-meter wheels of\n the groundcar had trouble amid\n the tumbled rocks of Den Hoorn.\n The wind hit the car in full", "\"He says that your groundcar\n must have a diesel engine,\" Sanchez\n interpreted to Jan. \"Is that\n correct?\"\n\n\n \"Why, yes, that's true.\"", "Jan mentioned this to the\n groundcar radio.\n\n\n \"That's the third time in half\n an hour,\" he commented. \"The\n place tosses like the IJsselmeer\n on a rough day.\"", "Wild schemes ran through his\n head. If they were on water, instead\n of land, he could rig up a\n sail. He could still rig up a sail,\n for a groundcar, except for the\n chasm out on Den Hoorn.", "\"What is to be done, then?\"\n asked Sanchez.\n\n\n \"There's nothing that can be\n done,\" answered Jan. \"They may\n as well put the fuel back in my\n groundcar.\"", "\"Jan!\" boomed Heemskerk,\n forcing his voice through the helmet\n diaphragm and rushing over\n to his friend. \"I was afraid you\n were lost!\"", "through, and waved farewell as\n Jan swung the groundcar around\n and headed back eastward.", "Jan, his head just above\n ground level, surveyed the terrain.\n There was flat ground to\n the east, clear in a fairly broad\n alley for at least half a kilometer\n before any of the domes protruded\n up into it.", "After a moment's hesitation,\n he swung the groundcar northward\n and raced along the edge of\n the chasm as fast as the car", "Rathole and bring the fellow\n back.\"\nSo now Jan gripped his clay\n pipe between his teeth and piloted\n the groundcar into the teeth", "here, nearing the western edge\n of Den Hoorn, and he covered\n several kilometers before the\n wind struck again, cutting his\n speed down considerably. He", "\"If some effort had been made\n to take the boy to Oostpoort from\n here, instead of calling on us to\n send a car, Den Hoorn could have\n been crossed before the crack\n opened,\" he pointed out." ], [ "couldn't wait for them. It was\n nearly eight hours since he had\n left Oostpoort, and the afternoon\n was getting noticeably\n darker.", "\"If some effort had been made\n to take the boy to Oostpoort from\n here, instead of calling on us to\n send a car, Den Hoorn could have\n been crossed before the crack\n opened,\" he pointed out.", "would negotiate the terrain. He\n looked anxiously at his watch.\n Nearly three hours had passed\n since he left Oostpoort. He had", "\"What is to be done, then?\"\n asked Sanchez.\n\n\n \"There's nothing that can be\n done,\" answered Jan. \"They may\n as well put the fuel back in my\n groundcar.\"", "in Diego, the wind was coming\n up, and we had no way to get\n him to Oostpoort.\"", "He gestured for Jan to follow\n him and started off, pulling his\n way against the wind along the\n chain. Jan followed, and the", "Jan sighed. It was an unhappy\n situation. As far as he could determine,\n without making tests,\n the engines were in perfect condition.\n Two perfectly good engines,\n and no fuel for them.", "\"The copters at Oostpoort can't\n buck this wind,\" he said thoughtfully,\n \"or I'd have come in one of", "Jan had just figured out a combination\n by which he hoped to\n cheat Heemskerk out of one of\n his knights, when Dekker, the\nburgemeester\nof Oostpoort, entered\n the spaceport ready room.", "Diego must know of his ailment,\n and why he had to go to\n Oostpoort. If Jan was any judge", "The ground of Den Hoorn was\n still shivering. Jan did not realize\n this until he had to brake the", "He turned and spoke to someone\n in the dome. One of the men\n of Rathole came to Jan's side and\n tried the engines. They refused\n to catch. The man made carburetor\n adjustments and tried\n again. No success.", "\"Jan, you're the best driver in\n Oostpoort,\" said Dekker. \"You\n will have to take a groundcar to", "\"Jan!\" boomed Heemskerk,\n forcing his voice through the helmet\n diaphragm and rushing over\n to his friend. \"I was afraid you\n were lost!\"", "Jan disengaged himself gently,\n embarrassed. But it occurred to\n him, looking down on the bowed\n head of the beautiful young", "The quake lasted for several\n minutes, during which Jan was\n able to make no progress at all\n and struggled only to keep the\n groundcar upright. Then, in unison,\n both earthquake and wind\n died to absolute quiescence.", "Jan made use of this calm to\n step down on the accelerator and\n send the groundcar speeding\n forward. The terrain was easier", "Jan reached the edge of a\n crack that made further progress\n seem impossible. A hundred\n meters wide, of unknown depth,", "There was no point in going\n back southward. It might be a\n hundred kilometers long or a\n thousand, but he never could", "\"There's nothing that can be\n done,\" he repeated. \"We can't\n make the trip overland because\n of the chasm out there in Den\n Hoorn, and we can't fly the platform\n because we have no power\n for it.\"" ], [ "Sanchez called orders to the\n men at the platform. While they\n worked, Jan stared out at the\n furiously spinning windmills that\n dotted Rathole.", "Rathole and bring the fellow\n back.\"\nSo now Jan gripped his clay\n pipe between his teeth and piloted\n the groundcar into the teeth", "long day when temperatures of\n the surface rocks changed. On\n the other side of it lay Rathole, a\n little settlement that eked a precarious", "He turned and spoke to someone\n in the dome. One of the men\n of Rathole came to Jan's side and\n tried the engines. They refused\n to catch. The man made carburetor\n adjustments and tried\n again. No success.", "There was no one moving\n abroad, but just inside the community\n Jan found half a dozen\n men in a group, clinging to one", "There was power, the power\n that lighted and air-conditioned\n Rathole, power in the air all", "Jan disengaged himself gently,\n embarrassed. But it occurred to\n him, looking down on the bowed\n head of the beautiful young", "seven hours to go and he was\n still at least 16 kilometers from\n Rathole. His pipe was out, but\n he could not take his hands", "\"Mmm,\" grunted Jan. He\n shifted uncomfortably and looked\n at the pair in the corner. The\n blonde head was bent over the\n boy protectingly, and over his\n mother's shoulder Diego's black\n eyes returned Jan's glance.", "There was nothing to do but\n turn back to Rathole and see if\n some other way could not be\n found.", "was in Rathole were able to build\n these semi-underground domes to\n resist the earth shocks that came\n from Den Hoorn. But this one", "The quake lasted for several\n minutes, during which Jan was\n able to make no progress at all\n and struggled only to keep the\n groundcar upright. Then, in unison,\n both earthquake and wind\n died to absolute quiescence.", "Jan, his head just above\n ground level, surveyed the terrain.\n There was flat ground to\n the east, clear in a fairly broad\n alley for at least half a kilometer\n before any of the domes protruded\n up into it.", "\"Rathole?\" repeated Heemskerk.\n \"What's that? I didn't\n know there was another colony\n within two thousand kilometers.\"", "judged he must be nearing Rathole.", "Sanchez smiled ruefully, as he\n had once before, at Jan's appellation\n for the community. The inhabitants'", "A thought occurred to him.\n From what he had seen and\n heard, the entire economy of Rathole\n could not support the tremendous\n expense of sending the\n boy across the millions of miles\n to Earth by spaceship.", "was aptly named. It was a ratty\n community. The boy was a dark-skinned\n little Spaniard—of Mexican\n origin, perhaps. But he was", "\"Well, as much as I'd like to\n stop for a pipe, we'd better start\n at once,\" said Jan. \"It's a hard\n drive back, and blastoff can't be\n delayed.\"", "He gestured for Jan to follow\n him and started off, pulling his\n way against the wind along the\n chain. Jan followed, and the" ], [ "\"Good luck,\namigo\n,\" said Sanchez,\n shaking Jan's hand again.", "\"I thought for a while I\n wouldn't make it,\" said Jan ruefully,\n removing his venushelmet.\n\n\n \"This is Mrs. Murillo,\" said\n Sanchez.", "\"He was Ramón Murillo, a very\n good mechanic,\" answered Sanchez,\n with a sliding sidelong\n glance at Jan's face. \"He has\n been dead for three years.\"\n\n\n Jan grunted.", "Sanchez smiled ruefully, as he\n had once before, at Jan's appellation\n for the community. The inhabitants'", "Sanchez asked.\n\n\n \"Yes,\" he said. \"Many spare\n parts, but no fuel.\"\n\n\n Jan smiled a tight smile.", "Sanchez looked into his face,\n smiling faintly and a little sadly.\n\n\n \"I was sure you would be willing,\"\n he said. He turned and\n spoke in Spanish to Mrs. Murillo.", "\"Thanks,\" replied Jan. He donned\n his own helmet. \"I'll need it,\n if the trip over was any indication.\"", "\"What is to be done, then?\"\n asked Sanchez.\n\n\n \"There's nothing that can be\n done,\" answered Jan. \"They may\n as well put the fuel back in my\n groundcar.\"", "Sanchez called orders to the\n men at the platform. While they\n worked, Jan stared out at the\n furiously spinning windmills that\n dotted Rathole.", "\"He says that your groundcar\n must have a diesel engine,\" Sanchez\n interpreted to Jan. \"Is that\n correct?\"\n\n\n \"Why, yes, that's true.\"", "\"You must be the man from\n Oostpoort,\" said the bearded\n man, holding out his hand. \"I\n am Doctor Sanchez. We are very\n grateful you have come.\"", "\"Jan!\" boomed Heemskerk,\n forcing his voice through the helmet\n diaphragm and rushing over\n to his friend. \"I was afraid you\n were lost!\"", "\"None,\nseñor\n,\" he said, turning\n back to Jan. \"The Americans, of", "\"\nSeñor\n, I have asked you to do\n nothing.\"\n\n\n \"No, you haven't,\" muttered\n Jan. \"But you know I'll do it.\"", "The machine was dusty and\n spotted with rust, Jan, surrounded\n by Sanchez, Diego and a dozen\n men, inspected it thoughtfully.", "\"\nBienvenido, señor\n,\" said the\n man.\n\n\n Jan recoiled and dropped the\n man's hand. All the Orangeman\n blood he claimed protested in\n outrage.", "\"Your\nSeñor\nDekker said that\n would be taken care of,\" replied\n Sanchez.", "\"\nEncantada de conocerlo,\n señor\n,\" she greeted him.\n\n\n \"Is this the patient, Doctor?\"\n asked Jan, astonished. She looked\n in the best of health.", "\"Mmm,\" grunted Jan. He\n shifted uncomfortably and looked\n at the pair in the corner. The\n blonde head was bent over the\n boy protectingly, and over his\n mother's shoulder Diego's black\n eyes returned Jan's glance.", "Jan made use of this calm to\n step down on the accelerator and\n send the groundcar speeding\n forward. The terrain was easier" ], [ "engines here? There is no\n fuel for the flying platform.\"\nThe platform was in a warehouse\n which, like the rest of the\n structures in Rathole, was a", "He turned and spoke to someone\n in the dome. One of the men\n of Rathole came to Jan's side and\n tried the engines. They refused\n to catch. The man made carburetor\n adjustments and tried\n again. No success.", "There was power, the power\n that lighted and air-conditioned\n Rathole, power in the air all", "long day when temperatures of\n the surface rocks changed. On\n the other side of it lay Rathole, a\n little settlement that eked a precarious", "\"You're sure there's no gasoline,\n anywhere in Rathole?\" he\n asked Sanchez.", "seven hours to go and he was\n still at least 16 kilometers from\n Rathole. His pipe was out, but\n he could not take his hands", "\"Had no fuel,\" replied Jan\n briefly. \"My engines were all\n right, but I had no power to run\n them. So I had to pull the engines\n and rig up a power source.\"", "Jan sighed. It was an unhappy\n situation. As far as he could determine,\n without making tests,\n the engines were in perfect condition.\n Two perfectly good engines,\n and no fuel for them.", "There was nothing to do but\n turn back to Rathole and see if\n some other way could not be\n found.", "\"Rathole?\" repeated Heemskerk.\n \"What's that? I didn't\n know there was another colony\n within two thousand kilometers.\"", "Rathole and bring the fellow\n back.\"\nSo now Jan gripped his clay\n pipe between his teeth and piloted\n the groundcar into the teeth", "A thought occurred to him.\n From what he had seen and\n heard, the entire economy of Rathole\n could not support the tremendous\n expense of sending the\n boy across the millions of miles\n to Earth by spaceship.", "\"An effort was made,\" replied\n Sanchez quietly. \"Perhaps you do\n not fully realize our position\n here. We have no engines except", "\"I can find one. And we'll have\n to hurry for blastoff. But, first,\n what happened? Even that\n damned thing ought to get here\n from Rathole faster than that.\"", "\"There's been an emergency\n radio message,\" said Dekker.\n \"They've got a passenger for the\n Earthship over at Rathole.\"", "Sanchez called orders to the\n men at the platform. While they\n worked, Jan stared out at the\n furiously spinning windmills that\n dotted Rathole.", "was in Rathole were able to build\n these semi-underground domes to\n resist the earth shocks that came\n from Den Hoorn. But this one", "bunch of laborers left behind\n when the colony folded several\n years ago. It's about eighty kilometers\n away, right across the", "\"Doctor!\" he explained. \"Send\n a couple of men to drain the rest\n of the fuel from my groundcar.\n And let's get this platform above\n ground and tie it down until we\n can get it started.\"", "\"Too bad. There's nothing we\n can do, then. The nearest settlement\n west of here is more than\n a thousand kilometers away, and" ], [ "Jan and Diego made their way\n back down the chain to the\n groundcar. There was a score of\n men there now, and a few\n women. They let the pair go", "The quake lasted for several\n minutes, during which Jan was\n able to make no progress at all\n and struggled only to keep the\n groundcar upright. Then, in unison,\n both earthquake and wind\n died to absolute quiescence.", "Jan sighed. It was an unhappy\n situation. As far as he could determine,\n without making tests,\n the engines were in perfect condition.\n Two perfectly good engines,\n and no fuel for them.", "\"He says that your groundcar\n must have a diesel engine,\" Sanchez\n interpreted to Jan. \"Is that\n correct?\"\n\n\n \"Why, yes, that's true.\"", "\"What is to be done, then?\"\n asked Sanchez.\n\n\n \"There's nothing that can be\n done,\" answered Jan. \"They may\n as well put the fuel back in my\n groundcar.\"", "\"Had no fuel,\" replied Jan\n briefly. \"My engines were all\n right, but I had no power to run\n them. So I had to pull the engines\n and rig up a power source.\"", "Sanchez asked.\n\n\n \"Yes,\" he said. \"Many spare\n parts, but no fuel.\"\n\n\n Jan smiled a tight smile.", "\"Mmm,\" grunted Jan. He\n shifted uncomfortably and looked\n at the pair in the corner. The\n blonde head was bent over the\n boy protectingly, and over his\n mother's shoulder Diego's black\n eyes returned Jan's glance.", "\"Jan!\" boomed Heemskerk,\n forcing his voice through the helmet\n diaphragm and rushing over\n to his friend. \"I was afraid you\n were lost!\"", "Sanchez called orders to the\n men at the platform. While they\n worked, Jan stared out at the\n furiously spinning windmills that\n dotted Rathole.", "Jan made use of this calm to\n step down on the accelerator and\n send the groundcar speeding\n forward. The terrain was easier", "Jan, his head just above\n ground level, surveyed the terrain.\n There was flat ground to\n the east, clear in a fairly broad\n alley for at least half a kilometer\n before any of the domes protruded\n up into it.", "The woman seemed to sense\n his meaning. She turned and\n called: \"\nDiego!\n\"", "The machine was dusty and\n spotted with rust, Jan, surrounded\n by Sanchez, Diego and a dozen\n men, inspected it thoughtfully.", "\"Thanks,\" replied Jan. He donned\n his own helmet. \"I'll need it,\n if the trip over was any indication.\"", "machine they used for short-range\n work, and one was left behind—probably\n with a little help\n from the people of the settlement.\n But....\"", "He looked around for Diego.\n The boy was not in the dome. He\n was outside, crouched in the lee\n of the dome, playing with some\n sticks.", "Diego, beside him, had sat\n quietly so far, peering eagerly\n through the windshield, not saying\n a word. Now suddenly he\n cried in a high thin tenor:", "Shortly the two men returned\n with the fuel from the groundcar,\n struggling along the chain.\n Jan got above ground in a", "Jan peered over the edge of the\n platform at the twin-ducted fans\n in their plastic shrouds. They\n appeared in good shape. Each\n was powered by one of the engines,\n transmitted to it by heavy\n rubber belts." ], [ "Rathole and bring the fellow\n back.\"\nSo now Jan gripped his clay\n pipe between his teeth and piloted\n the groundcar into the teeth", "He turned and spoke to someone\n in the dome. One of the men\n of Rathole came to Jan's side and\n tried the engines. They refused\n to catch. The man made carburetor\n adjustments and tried\n again. No success.", "\"Thanks,\" replied Jan. He donned\n his own helmet. \"I'll need it,\n if the trip over was any indication.\"", "Sanchez called orders to the\n men at the platform. While they\n worked, Jan stared out at the\n furiously spinning windmills that\n dotted Rathole.", "\"What is to be done, then?\"\n asked Sanchez.\n\n\n \"There's nothing that can be\n done,\" answered Jan. \"They may\n as well put the fuel back in my\n groundcar.\"", "There was nothing to do but\n turn back to Rathole and see if\n some other way could not be\n found.", "Jan made use of this calm to\n step down on the accelerator and\n send the groundcar speeding\n forward. The terrain was easier", "\"Jan!\" boomed Heemskerk,\n forcing his voice through the helmet\n diaphragm and rushing over\n to his friend. \"I was afraid you\n were lost!\"", "Jan threw up his hands and\n went back into the dome.\n\n\n \"I should have known that,\" he\n said unhappily. \"I would have\n known if I had thought of it.\"", "He gestured for Jan to follow\n him and started off, pulling his\n way against the wind along the\n chain. Jan followed, and the", "\"Well, as much as I'd like to\n stop for a pipe, we'd better start\n at once,\" said Jan. \"It's a hard\n drive back, and blastoff can't be\n delayed.\"", "\"There's been an emergency\n radio message,\" said Dekker.\n \"They've got a passenger for the\n Earthship over at Rathole.\"", "life is to be saved. He must get\n to Earth at once.\"\nJan puffed at the Heerenbaai-Tabak\n and cogitated. The place", "Jan sighed. It was an unhappy\n situation. As far as he could determine,\n without making tests,\n the engines were in perfect condition.\n Two perfectly good engines,\n and no fuel for them.", "The quake lasted for several\n minutes, during which Jan was\n able to make no progress at all\n and struggled only to keep the\n groundcar upright. Then, in unison,\n both earthquake and wind\n died to absolute quiescence.", "\"Had no fuel,\" replied Jan\n briefly. \"My engines were all\n right, but I had no power to run\n them. So I had to pull the engines\n and rig up a power source.\"", "A thought occurred to him.\n From what he had seen and\n heard, the entire economy of Rathole\n could not support the tremendous\n expense of sending the\n boy across the millions of miles\n to Earth by spaceship.", "seven hours to go and he was\n still at least 16 kilometers from\n Rathole. His pipe was out, but\n he could not take his hands", "\"I can find one. And we'll have\n to hurry for blastoff. But, first,\n what happened? Even that\n damned thing ought to get here\n from Rathole faster than that.\"", "Jan disengaged himself gently,\n embarrassed. But it occurred to\n him, looking down on the bowed\n head of the beautiful young" ], [ "\"Doctor!\" he explained. \"Send\n a couple of men to drain the rest\n of the fuel from my groundcar.\n And let's get this platform above\n ground and tie it down until we\n can get it started.\"", "engines here? There is no\n fuel for the flying platform.\"\nThe platform was in a warehouse\n which, like the rest of the\n structures in Rathole, was a", "\"No, it wouldn't work,\" he\n said. \"We could rig batteries on\n the platform and electric motors", "\"There's nothing that can be\n done,\" he repeated. \"We can't\n make the trip overland because\n of the chasm out there in Den\n Hoorn, and we can't fly the platform\n because we have no power\n for it.\"", "around them. If he could only use\n it! But to turn the platform on\n its side and let the wind spin the\n propellers was pointless.", "Three others picked up the\n platform and carried it up a ramp\n and outside. As soon as they\n reached ground level, the wind", "\"Had no fuel,\" replied Jan\n briefly. \"My engines were all\n right, but I had no power to run\n them. So I had to pull the engines\n and rig up a power source.\"", "\"What is to be done, then?\"\n asked Sanchez.\n\n\n \"There's nothing that can be\n done,\" answered Jan. \"They may\n as well put the fuel back in my\n groundcar.\"", "Jan sighed. It was an unhappy\n situation. As far as he could determine,\n without making tests,\n the engines were in perfect condition.\n Two perfectly good engines,\n and no fuel for them.", "No. The platform hovered and\n began to settle nearby, and there\n was Van Artevelde leaning over", "\"He says the fuel will not work\n then,\nseñor\n. He says it is low-grade\n fuel and the platform must\n have high octane gasoline.\"", "the groundcar with ominous\n force. The car staggered forward\n on its giant wheels like a\n drunken man. The quake was so\n violent that at one time the vehicle", "Shortly the two men returned\n with the fuel from the groundcar,\n struggling along the chain.\n Jan got above ground in a", "strength here and, though the\n body of the groundcar was suspended\n from the axles, there was\n constant danger of its being flipped\n over by a gust if not handled", "He turned and spoke to someone\n in the dome. One of the men\n of Rathole came to Jan's side and\n tried the engines. They refused\n to catch. The man made carburetor\n adjustments and tried\n again. No success.", "\"He says that your groundcar\n must have a diesel engine,\" Sanchez\n interpreted to Jan. \"Is that\n correct?\"\n\n\n \"Why, yes, that's true.\"", "Nothing happened.\nHe turned the engines over\n again. One of them coughed, and\n a cloud of blue smoke burst from\n its exhaust, but they did not\n catch.", "by a whirring blade. A boy stood\n at his shoulder and tried to help\n him. As the platform descended\n to a few meters above ground,", "Jan made use of this calm to\n step down on the accelerator and\n send the groundcar speeding\n forward. The terrain was easier", "The quake lasted for several\n minutes, during which Jan was\n able to make no progress at all\n and struggled only to keep the\n groundcar upright. Then, in unison,\n both earthquake and wind\n died to absolute quiescence." ], [ "\"Had no fuel,\" replied Jan\n briefly. \"My engines were all\n right, but I had no power to run\n them. So I had to pull the engines\n and rig up a power source.\"", "Jan peered over the edge of the\n platform at the twin-ducted fans\n in their plastic shrouds. They\n appeared in good shape. Each\n was powered by one of the engines,\n transmitted to it by heavy\n rubber belts.", "Jan made use of this calm to\n step down on the accelerator and\n send the groundcar speeding\n forward. The terrain was easier", "\"Certainly,\" replied Jan with\n dignity. \"The power source any\n good Dutchman turns to in an\n emergency: a windmill!\"", "engines here? There is no\n fuel for the flying platform.\"\nThe platform was in a warehouse\n which, like the rest of the\n structures in Rathole, was a", "Jan sighed. It was an unhappy\n situation. As far as he could determine,\n without making tests,\n the engines were in perfect condition.\n Two perfectly good engines,\n and no fuel for them.", "Sanchez called orders to the\n men at the platform. While they\n worked, Jan stared out at the\n furiously spinning windmills that\n dotted Rathole.", "\"No, it wouldn't work,\" he\n said. \"We could rig batteries on\n the platform and electric motors", "Three others picked up the\n platform and carried it up a ramp\n and outside. As soon as they\n reached ground level, the wind", "around them. If he could only use\n it! But to turn the platform on\n its side and let the wind spin the\n propellers was pointless.", "\"Doctor!\" he explained. \"Send\n a couple of men to drain the rest\n of the fuel from my groundcar.\n And let's get this platform above\n ground and tie it down until we\n can get it started.\"", "The quake lasted for several\n minutes, during which Jan was\n able to make no progress at all\n and struggled only to keep the\n groundcar upright. Then, in unison,\n both earthquake and wind\n died to absolute quiescence.", "No. The platform hovered and\n began to settle nearby, and there\n was Van Artevelde leaning over", "Sanchez asked.\n\n\n \"Yes,\" he said. \"Many spare\n parts, but no fuel.\"\n\n\n Jan smiled a tight smile.", "Shortly the two men returned\n with the fuel from the groundcar,\n struggling along the chain.\n Jan got above ground in a", "the Dutchman slashed at the contraption,\n the cut ends of belts\n whipped out wildly and the platform\n slid to the ground with a", "He turned and spoke to someone\n in the dome. One of the men\n of Rathole came to Jan's side and\n tried the engines. They refused\n to catch. The man made carburetor\n adjustments and tried\n again. No success.", "\"What is to be done, then?\"\n asked Sanchez.\n\n\n \"There's nothing that can be\n done,\" answered Jan. \"They may\n as well put the fuel back in my\n groundcar.\"", "Jan needed all his Dutch stubbornness,\n and a good deal of pure\n physical strength besides, to maneuver\n the roach-flat groundcar", "by a whirring blade. A boy stood\n at his shoulder and tried to help\n him. As the platform descended\n to a few meters above ground," ] ]

[ "What is Ludmilla?", "Where are they?", "What does it mean for the Ludmilla to lay an egg?", "Why did Dr. Harris call Braun?", "What do Dr. Harris and Dr. Hadamard know that the others don’t know?", "Why does Braun sigh a relief in the end?", "Braun sweats with anxiety. What makes this gamble different from other gambles?", "How does Dr. Harris know Braun?", "Why is the CIA interested in following Braun's career?", "What is Mr. Harris trying to do?" ]

[ [ "A chicken", "A city", "An American submarine ", "A Polish ship" ], [ "New York", "California", "Poland", "Michigan" ], [ "The egg refers to illegal drugs being transported on the ship. ", "Stolen goods were smuggled onto the ship. ", "An oil spill polluted the ocean. ", "An object, likely a bomb, was dropped from the ship into the ocean. " ], [ "He is a diver.", "He has a criminal past. ", "He knows how to defuse bombs. ", "He has good intuition. " ], [ "Braun is being framed. ", "The bomb has already been defused. ", "There is no bomb. ", "The CIA planted the bomb. " ], [ "He remembers that his wife and children are in a different city. ", "He gave Mr. Harris the wrong answer, but it didn't matter. ", "He realizes he is not in trouble. ", "Working with the CIA makes him feel that he is doing something respectable. " ], [ "He is too old and lost his hunches. ", "The stakes are too high because his family is at risk. ", "He doesn't have enough information. ", "He doesn't like to gamble in a time crunch. " ], [ "Dr. Harris arrested Braun for fraud. ", "They went to undergraduate college together. ", "Braun used to work for the CIA. ", "Dr. Harris wrote a term paper about Braun and his business. " ], [ "He wants to run for political office. ", "He donates lots of money to charities. ", "He makes deals with the Polish. ", "He is a professional gambler who teeters on the line between legal and illegal work. " ], [ "Find the object that was dropped from the ship. ", "Save the city from the ticking bomb. ", "Facilitate a drill to see if the team would be able to stop a real bomb-threat. ", "Evacuate the city before the Polish attack. " ] ]

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[ [ "if I'd let it.\nAll of which had nothing to do\n with why I was prowling around the\nLudmilla\n—or did it? I kept remembering", "\"I see.\" I thought about it a moment.\n \"In other words, you don't\n know whether the\nLudmilla\nreally\n laid an egg or not.\"", "our man in Gdynia that they were\n going to do it, and that the bomb\n would be on board the\nLudmilla\n. As", "least they didn't do a thorough job.\n The\nLudmilla\nbegan to list and the\n captain yelled for help. When the", "bad week end for the CIA to mix\n into his affairs, but nobody had explained\n that to the master of the\nLudmilla\n.", "count, and I got out the door, fast.\nA reasonable man would have said\n that I found nothing useful on the\nLudmilla\n, except negative information.", "\"The automatic compartment bulkheads\n on the\nLudmilla\nwere defective,\"\n he said. \"It seems that this\n egg was buried among a lot of other\n crates in the dump-cell of the\n hold—\"", "On the day that the Polish freighter\nLudmilla\nlaid an egg in New\n York harbor, Abner Longmans", "\"It's just a lump of something,\n Dr. Hadamard. Can't even tell its\n shape—it's buried too deeply in the\n mud.\"\nCloonk\n...\nOing\n,\noing\n...", "I was stunned, and so, I could see,\n were Joan and Cheyney. I suppose I\n should have guessed it, but it had\n never occurred to me.\n\n\n \"Ten minutes,\" Cheyney said.", "She nodded and spoke into the\n mike. \"Monig, unscrew the cap.\"\n\n\n \"Unscrew the cap?\" the audio\n squawked. \"But Dr. Hadamard, if\n that sets it off—\"", "I pointed silently to Joan, who had\n gone back to work the moment the\n introductions were over. She was still\n on the mike to the divers. She was\n saying: \"What does it look like?\"", "He stared at me for a moment, his\n lips thinned. Then he picked up the\n phone again to order Joan's blood", "When he did speak at last, what\n he said must have seemed insanely\n irrelevant to Anderton, and maybe\n to Cheyney too. And perhaps it\n meant nothing more to Joan than\n the final clinical note in a case history.", "\"In other words, it's a dud,\" Joan\n said.\n\n\n \"That's right, a dud.\"", "decision—except that, since his eyes\n were open, I could see that it was\n directed at me. \"If this was the old\n days,\" he said in an ice-cold voice,", "\"All that's possible,\" I admitted.\n \"But I want to see it, anyhow.\"\n\n\n \"Have you taken blood tests?\"\n Joan asked Anderton.\n\n\n \"Yes.\"", "Then his eyes seemed to come back\n to the present. \"All right,\" he said.\n \"I told you the truth, Andy. Remember", "salving it. It's the same way with the\n young actresses. He's not sexually\n interested in them—his type never is,\n because living a rigidly orthodox", "type study in the evolution of what\n she called \"the extra-legal ego.\"\n \"With personalities like that, respectability\n is a disease,\" she told me." ], [ "I was stunned, and so, I could see,\n were Joan and Cheyney. I suppose I\n should have guessed it, but it had\n never occurred to me.\n\n\n \"Ten minutes,\" Cheyney said.", "\"Not a thing, Dr. Harris,\" Monig\n said. \"You can't see three inches in\n front of your face down here—it's", "\"My kids,\" he whispered. I don't\n think he knew that he was speaking\n aloud. I waited.", "The atmosphere had changed. Anderton\n was sitting by the big desk,\n clenching his fists and sweating; his", "I pointed silently to Joan, who had\n gone back to work the moment the\n introductions were over. She was still\n on the mike to the divers. She was\n saying: \"What does it look like?\"", "Then his eyes seemed to come back\n to the present. \"All right,\" he said.\n \"I told you the truth, Andy. Remember", "whole area is littered with crates.\n Harris, you've got to let me get that\n alert out!\"", "Droplets of sweat began to form\n along Braun's forehead and his upper\n lip. The handkerchief remained\n crushed in his hand.\n\n\n Anderton said, \"Of all the fool—\"", "\"Hush!\" Joan said quietly.\nSlowly, Braun opened his eyes.\n \"All right,\" he said. \"You guys", "bearing burst. Words poured out of\n it. \"Now you guys do something, do\n your job like I did mine—get my\n wife and kids out of there—empty", "least they didn't do a thorough job.\n The\nLudmilla\nbegan to list and the\n captain yelled for help. When the", "When he did speak at last, what\n he said must have seemed insanely\n irrelevant to Anderton, and maybe\n to Cheyney too. And perhaps it\n meant nothing more to Joan than\n the final clinical note in a case history.", "of him fifteen years ago. He came\n forward and held out his hand, while\n the others looked him over frankly.", "\"Clark, how's the time going?\"\n\n\n Cheyney consulted the stopwatch.\n \"Deadline in twenty-nine minutes,\"\n he said.", "I looked up at Braun. He was\n frightened, and again I was surprised\n without having any right to\n be. I tried to keep at least my voice\n calm.", "I looked toward the television\n screen, which now showed an\n amorphous black mass, jutting up\n from a foundation of even deeper\n black. \"Is that operation getting you\n anywhere?\"", "decision—except that, since his eyes\n were open, I could see that it was\n directed at me. \"If this was the old\n days,\" he said in an ice-cold voice,", "always\ndo. They have to; he's sinking\n money in them to appease his conscience,\n and if they were to succeed it\n would double his guilt instead of", "\"But they do,\" I said. \"I'm sorry\n we put you through the wringer—and\n you too, colonel—but we couldn't", "But the fact is that anything I\n found would have been a surprise to\n me; I went down looking for surprises.\n I found nothing but a faint" ], [ "\"I see.\" I thought about it a moment.\n \"In other words, you don't\n know whether the\nLudmilla\nreally\n laid an egg or not.\"", "\"The automatic compartment bulkheads\n on the\nLudmilla\nwere defective,\"\n he said. \"It seems that this\n egg was buried among a lot of other\n crates in the dump-cell of the\n hold—\"", "On the day that the Polish freighter\nLudmilla\nlaid an egg in New\n York harbor, Abner Longmans", "if I'd let it.\nAll of which had nothing to do\n with why I was prowling around the\nLudmilla\n—or did it? I kept remembering", "least they didn't do a thorough job.\n The\nLudmilla\nbegan to list and the\n captain yelled for help. When the", "our man in Gdynia that they were\n going to do it, and that the bomb\n would be on board the\nLudmilla\n. As", "\"Nothing's gotten us anywhere,\"\n Anderton interjected harshly. \"We\n don't even know if that's the egg—the", "Or maybe there isn't any egg.\"", "\"Well, there was a timer on the\n dump-cell floor, set to drop the egg\n when the ship came up the river.", "How did you find out about this egg\n in the first place?\"", "whole posture telegraphed his controlled\n helplessness. Cheyney was\n bent over a seismograph, echo-sounding\n for the egg through the river", "\"In other words, it's a dud,\" Joan\n said.\n\n\n \"That's right, a dud.\"", "\"It's just a lump of something,\n Dr. Hadamard. Can't even tell its\n shape—it's buried too deeply in the\n mud.\"\nCloonk\n...\nOing\n,\noing\n...", "bad week end for the CIA to mix\n into his affairs, but nobody had explained\n that to the master of the\nLudmilla\n.", "count, and I got out the door, fast.\nA reasonable man would have said\n that I found nothing useful on the\nLudmilla\n, except negative information.", "not\nbeing an egg!\"", "through their tubes would have\n blanked out any possible echo-pip\n from the egg.", "She nodded and spoke into the\n mike. \"Monig, unscrew the cap.\"\n\n\n \"Unscrew the cap?\" the audio\n squawked. \"But Dr. Hadamard, if\n that sets it off—\"", "the Harbor Defense chief, called us\n at 0830 Friday to take on the job of\n identifying the egg; this was when\n our records show us officially entering", "too silty. We've bumped into a couple\n of crates, but so far, no egg.\"" ], [ "\"And if there ever was such a\n man, Braun is it. That's why I asked\n him to come down here. I want him\n to look at that lump on the screen\n and—play a hunch.\"", "\"Hush!\" Joan said quietly.\nSlowly, Braun opened his eyes.\n \"All right,\" he said. \"You guys", "Anderton was already grabbing\n for the phone. \"You're right, Mr.\n Braun. If it isn't already too late—\"", "There was quite a long silence. All\n of us, Anderton included, watched\n Braun intently, but his impassive\n face failed to show any trace of how\n his thoughts were running.", "I looked up at Braun. He was\n frightened, and again I was surprised\n without having any right to\n be. I tried to keep at least my voice\n calm.", "There was a lag and I turned back\n to Braun. \"As you can see, we're\n stymied. This is a long shot, Mr.", "Certainly nobody at CIA so much\n as thought of Braun when the news\n first came through. Harry Anderton,", "Now, at last, Braun wiped his face,\n which was quite gray. \"I told you\n the truth,\" he said grimly. \"My\n hunches don't work on stuff like\n this.\"", "\"That's what I keep trying to explain\n to you, Dr. Harris. We don't\n know what she dropped and we", "He stared at me for a moment, his\n lips thinned. Then he picked up the\n phone again to order Joan's blood", "\"Mr. Braun, this is Joan Hadamard,\n Clark Cheyney, Colonel Anderton.\n I'll be quick because we need", "Braun wiped his face. \"No. You\n don't get it. I wish you'd listen to\n me. Look, my wife and my kids are", "Hence I was surprised to hear\n somebody on the docks remark that\n Braun was in the city over the week\n end. It would never have occurred", "\"And that means that you were\n the only person who did come\n through, Mr. Braun. If a real bomb-drop", "I nodded. He closed his eyes. An\n unexpected stab of pure fright went\n down my back. Without the eyes,\n Braun's face was a death mask.", "the affair, but, of course, Anderton\n had been keeping the wires to\n Washington steaming for an hour before\n that, getting authorization to", "Droplets of sweat began to form\n along Braun's forehead and his upper\n lip. The handkerchief remained\n crushed in his hand.\n\n\n Anderton said, \"Of all the fool—\"", "\"Not a thing, Dr. Harris,\" Monig\n said. \"You can't see three inches in\n front of your face down here—it's", "Braun chuckled. \"I still know a\n thing or two,\" he said. \"What's the\n angle?\"", "(\"One-Shot\") Braun was in the city\n going about his normal business,\n which was making another million\n dollars. As we found out later, almost" ], [ "\"That's what I keep trying to explain\n to you, Dr. Harris. We don't\n know what she dropped and we", "\"Nothing, Dr. Hadamard. Could\n be it's shielded.\"", "Hadamard, it's a bomb, all right.\n But it hasn't got a fuse. Now how\n could they have made a fool mistake\n like that?\"", "She nodded and spoke into the\n mike. \"Monig, unscrew the cap.\"\n\n\n \"Unscrew the cap?\" the audio\n squawked. \"But Dr. Hadamard, if\n that sets it off—\"", "\"Mr. Braun, this is Joan Hadamard,\n Clark Cheyney, Colonel Anderton.\n I'll be quick because we need", "\"Not a thing, Dr. Harris,\" Monig\n said. \"You can't see three inches in\n front of your face down here—it's", "\"It's just a lump of something,\n Dr. Hadamard. Can't even tell its\n shape—it's buried too deeply in the\n mud.\"\nCloonk\n...\nOing\n,\noing\n...", "\"All that's possible,\" I admitted.\n \"But I want to see it, anyhow.\"\n\n\n \"Have you taken blood tests?\"\n Joan asked Anderton.\n\n\n \"Yes.\"", "I had better add here that we\n knew nothing about this until afterward;\n from the point of view of the\n storyteller, an organization like Civilian", "Dr. Harris, we've got to evacuate the\n city first of all! No matter whether\n it's a real egg or not—we can't take\n the chance on it's", "\"The cap's off,\" Monig reported.\n \"We're getting plenty of radiation\n now. Just a minute— Yeah. Dr.", "I was stunned, and so, I could see,\n were Joan and Cheyney. I suppose I\n should have guessed it, but it had\n never occurred to me.\n\n\n \"Ten minutes,\" Cheyney said.", "that none of them know anything;\n the whole procedure was designed to\n be automatic.\"", "There was quite a long silence. All\n of us, Anderton included, watched\n Braun intently, but his impassive\n face failed to show any trace of how\n his thoughts were running.", "When he did speak at last, what\n he said must have seemed insanely\n irrelevant to Anderton, and maybe\n to Cheyney too. And perhaps it\n meant nothing more to Joan than\n the final clinical note in a case history.", "\"And if there ever was such a\n man, Braun is it. That's why I asked\n him to come down here. I want him\n to look at that lump on the screen\n and—play a hunch.\"", "\"Hush!\" Joan said quietly.\nSlowly, Braun opened his eyes.\n \"All right,\" he said. \"You guys", "whole area is littered with crates.\n Harris, you've got to let me get that\n alert out!\"", "\"But they do,\" I said. \"I'm sorry\n we put you through the wringer—and\n you too, colonel—but we couldn't", "\"Actually, you see, your hunch was\n right on the button as far as it went.\n We didn't ask you whether or not" ], [ "Now, at last, Braun wiped his face,\n which was quite gray. \"I told you\n the truth,\" he said grimly. \"My\n hunches don't work on stuff like\n this.\"", "It was, I believe, the sigh of a man\n at peace with himself.\nTranscriber's Note:\nThis etext was produced from", "I looked up at Braun. He was\n frightened, and again I was surprised\n without having any right to\n be. I tried to keep at least my voice\n calm.", "The expression on Braun's face\n was exactly like the one he had worn\n while he had been searching for his", "I nodded. He closed his eyes. An\n unexpected stab of pure fright went\n down my back. Without the eyes,\n Braun's face was a death mask.", "\"Hush!\" Joan said quietly.\nSlowly, Braun opened his eyes.\n \"All right,\" he said. \"You guys", "There was quite a long silence. All\n of us, Anderton included, watched\n Braun intently, but his impassive\n face failed to show any trace of how\n his thoughts were running.", "but people like Braun are\n damned with a conscience, and sooner\n or later they crack trying to appease\n it.\"", "Droplets of sweat began to form\n along Braun's forehead and his upper\n lip. The handkerchief remained\n crushed in his hand.\n\n\n Anderton said, \"Of all the fool—\"", "Braun chuckled. \"I still know a\n thing or two,\" he said. \"What's the\n angle?\"", "(\"One-Shot\") Braun was in the city\n going about his normal business,\n which was making another million\n dollars. As we found out later, almost", "\"And if there ever was such a\n man, Braun is it. That's why I asked\n him to come down here. I want him\n to look at that lump on the screen\n and—play a hunch.\"", "\"The paper? Sure, but—\" Then I\n got it. I'd given him my word.\n \"You'll get it,\" I said. \"Thanks, Mr.\n Braun.\"", "Braun wiped his face. \"No. You\n don't get it. I wish you'd listen to\n me. Look, my wife and my kids are", "\"Please try it anyhow, Mr. Braun—as\n a favor. It's already too late to\n do it any other way. And if you guess\n wrong, the outcome won't be any\n worse than if you don't try at all.\"", "formally extinct—although anyone\n who knew the signs could still pick\n up some traces on the docks. In those\n days, Braun had been the business", "Hence I was surprised to hear\n somebody on the docks remark that\n Braun was in the city over the week\n end. It would never have occurred", "\"And that means that you were\n the only person who did come\n through, Mr. Braun. If a real bomb-drop", "There was a lag and I turned back\n to Braun. \"As you can see, we're\n stymied. This is a long shot, Mr.", "nothing else was normal about\n that particular week end for Braun.\n For one thing, he had brought his\n family with him—a complete departure" ], [ "Braun. One throw of the dice—one\n show-down hand. We've got to have\n an expert call it for us—somebody\n with a record of hits on long shots.", "\"And if there ever was such a\n man, Braun is it. That's why I asked\n him to come down here. I want him\n to look at that lump on the screen\n and—play a hunch.\"", "Now, at last, Braun wiped his face,\n which was quite gray. \"I told you\n the truth,\" he said grimly. \"My\n hunches don't work on stuff like\n this.\"", "\"It ain't my\nkind\nof thing,\" he\n said. \"Look, I never in my life run\n odds on anything that made any difference.\n But this makes a difference.\n If I guess wrong—\"", "(\"One-Shot\") Braun was in the city\n going about his normal business,\n which was making another million\n dollars. As we found out later, almost", "\"Please try it anyhow, Mr. Braun—as\n a favor. It's already too late to\n do it any other way. And if you guess\n wrong, the outcome won't be any\n worse than if you don't try at all.\"", "but people like Braun are\n damned with a conscience, and sooner\n or later they crack trying to appease\n it.\"", "Anderton's challenge: \"You\n can't take such a gamble. There are\n eight and a half million lives riding\n on it—\" That put it up into Braun's", "\"All right, let's use those minutes.\n I'm beginning to see this thing\n a little clearer. Joan, what we've got\n here is a one-shot gamble; right?\"", "Droplets of sweat began to form\n along Braun's forehead and his upper\n lip. The handkerchief remained\n crushed in his hand.\n\n\n Anderton said, \"Of all the fool—\"", "was as far from that of a\n gambler as you could have taken it\n by design: a black double-breasted\n suit with a thin vertical stripe, a gray", "I looked up at Braun. He was\n frightened, and again I was surprised\n without having any right to\n be. I tried to keep at least my voice\n calm.", "ignore the judgment. It was Braun;\n the messenger had been fast, and\n the gambler hadn't bothered to read\n what a college student had thought", "nothing else was normal about\n that particular week end for Braun.\n For one thing, he had brought his\n family with him—a complete departure", "The expression on Braun's face\n was exactly like the one he had worn\n while he had been searching for his", "Braun chuckled. \"I still know a\n thing or two,\" he said. \"What's the\n angle?\"", "There was a lag and I turned back\n to Braun. \"As you can see, we're\n stymied. This is a long shot, Mr.", "to what he had told the\n Congressional Investigating Committee\n last year, took in thirty to fifty\n thousand dollars a year at it, but his\n gambles were no longer concentrated", "Braun wiped his face. \"No. You\n don't get it. I wish you'd listen to\n me. Look, my wife and my kids are", "Braun's aristocratic eyebrows went\n up. \"Me? Hell, Andy, I don't know\n nothing about things like that. I'm" ], [ "\"And if there ever was such a\n man, Braun is it. That's why I asked\n him to come down here. I want him\n to look at that lump on the screen\n and—play a hunch.\"", "\"Hush!\" Joan said quietly.\nSlowly, Braun opened his eyes.\n \"All right,\" he said. \"You guys", "There'd been a time when I'd\n known Braun, briefly and to no\n profit to either of us. As an undergraduate", "There was quite a long silence. All\n of us, Anderton included, watched\n Braun intently, but his impassive\n face failed to show any trace of how\n his thoughts were running.", "Braun chuckled. \"I still know a\n thing or two,\" he said. \"What's the\n angle?\"", "I looked up at Braun. He was\n frightened, and again I was surprised\n without having any right to\n be. I tried to keep at least my voice\n calm.", "Now, at last, Braun wiped his face,\n which was quite gray. \"I told you\n the truth,\" he said grimly. \"My\n hunches don't work on stuff like\n this.\"", "Braun's aristocratic eyebrows went\n up. \"Me? Hell, Andy, I don't know\n nothing about things like that. I'm", "Hence I was surprised to hear\n somebody on the docks remark that\n Braun was in the city over the week\n end. It would never have occurred", "I nodded. He closed his eyes. An\n unexpected stab of pure fright went\n down my back. Without the eyes,\n Braun's face was a death mask.", "There was a lag and I turned back\n to Braun. \"As you can see, we're\n stymied. This is a long shot, Mr.", "Certainly nobody at CIA so much\n as thought of Braun when the news\n first came through. Harry Anderton,", "(\"One-Shot\") Braun was in the city\n going about his normal business,\n which was making another million\n dollars. As we found out later, almost", "\"That's what I keep trying to explain\n to you, Dr. Harris. We don't\n know what she dropped and we", "\"Not a thing, Dr. Harris,\" Monig\n said. \"You can't see three inches in\n front of your face down here—it's", "formally extinct—although anyone\n who knew the signs could still pick\n up some traces on the docks. In those\n days, Braun had been the business", "Braun wiped his face. \"No. You\n don't get it. I wish you'd listen to\n me. Look, my wife and my kids are", "\"Mr. Braun, this is Joan Hadamard,\n Clark Cheyney, Colonel Anderton.\n I'll be quick because we need", "Droplets of sweat began to form\n along Braun's forehead and his upper\n lip. The handkerchief remained\n crushed in his hand.\n\n\n Anderton said, \"Of all the fool—\"", "\"And that means that you were\n the only person who did come\n through, Mr. Braun. If a real bomb-drop" ], [ "Certainly nobody at CIA so much\n as thought of Braun when the news\n first came through. Harry Anderton,", "\"CIA business?\"\n\n\n \"Yes. I didn't know you knew I\n was with CIA.\"", "\"That I can't tell you over the\n phone. But it's the biggest gamble\n there ever was, and I think we need\n an expert. Can you come down to\n CIA's central headquarters right\n away?\"", "CIA.\nI buzzed for two staffers, and in\n five minutes got Clark Cheyney and\n Joan Hadamard, CIA's business manager\n and social science division chief", "\"And if there ever was such a\n man, Braun is it. That's why I asked\n him to come down here. I want him\n to look at that lump on the screen\n and—play a hunch.\"", "\"Right.\" He sounded relieved.\n Official people have a lot of confidence\n in CIA; too much, in my estimation.\n Some day the job will come", "surprised with you. I thought CIA\n had all the brains it needed—ain't\n you got machines to tell you answers\n like that?\"", "\"A real drop?\" Anderton said.\n \"Are you trying to say that CIA\n staged this? You ought to be shot,\n the whole pack of you!\"", "(\"One-Shot\") Braun was in the city\n going about his normal business,\n which was making another million\n dollars. As we found out later, almost", "There was quite a long silence. All\n of us, Anderton included, watched\n Braun intently, but his impassive\n face failed to show any trace of how\n his thoughts were running.", "twenty years too late. Since I'm mildly\n liberal myself when I'm off duty,\n I hated to think what Braun's career\n might tell me about my own motives,", "was the Associated Universities\n organization which ran Brookhaven;\n CIA had been started the same way,\n by a loose corporation of universities\n and industries all of which had", "\"Don't move a man until you get\n a go-ahead from CIA,\" I said. \"For\n all we know now, evacuating the city", "\"Hush!\" Joan said quietly.\nSlowly, Braun opened his eyes.\n \"All right,\" he said. \"You guys", "\"Hello, out there in the harbor.\n This is CIA, Harris calling. Come in,\n please.\"\n\n\n \"Monig here,\" the audio said.\nBoink\n...\noing\n,\noing\n...", "formally extinct—although anyone\n who knew the signs could still pick\n up some traces on the docks. In those\n days, Braun had been the business", "Now, at last, Braun wiped his face,\n which was quite gray. \"I told you\n the truth,\" he said grimly. \"My\n hunches don't work on stuff like\n this.\"", "Braun wiped his face. \"No. You\n don't get it. I wish you'd listen to\n me. Look, my wife and my kids are", "There was a lag and I turned back\n to Braun. \"As you can see, we're\n stymied. This is a long shot, Mr.", "bad week end for the CIA to mix\n into his affairs, but nobody had explained\n that to the master of the\nLudmilla\n." ], [ "\"That's what I keep trying to explain\n to you, Dr. Harris. We don't\n know what she dropped and we", "whole area is littered with crates.\n Harris, you've got to let me get that\n alert out!\"", "\"It's no good,\" he said. He took\n off the Homburg, took his handkerchief\n from his breast pocket, and\n wiped the hatband. \"I can't do it.\"\n\n\n \"Why not?\"", "always\ndo. They have to; he's sinking\n money in them to appease his conscience,\n and if they were to succeed it\n would double his guilt instead of", "\"Not a thing, Dr. Harris,\" Monig\n said. \"You can't see three inches in\n front of your face down here—it's", "He was impressive, all right. It\n would have been hard for a stranger\n to believe that he was aiming at respectability;", "wanted it this way.\nI say it's a bomb.\n\"\n He stared at us for a moment more—and\n then, all at once, the Timkin", "\"Of course it isn't,\" Joan had said.\n \"The next thing he'll do is go in for\n direct public service—giving money\n to hospitals or something like that.\n You watch.\"", "Dr. Harris, we've got to evacuate the\n city first of all! No matter whether\n it's a real egg or not—we can't take\n the chance on it's", "bearing burst. Words poured out of\n it. \"Now you guys do something, do\n your job like I did mine—get my\n wife and kids out of there—empty", "Then his eyes seemed to come back\n to the present. \"All right,\" he said.\n \"I told you the truth, Andy. Remember", "that you get one, this time. Right\n now I need another favor—something\n right up your alley.\"", "decision—except that, since his eyes\n were open, I could see that it was\n directed at me. \"If this was the old\n days,\" he said in an ice-cold voice,", "\"And if there ever was such a\n man, Braun is it. That's why I asked\n him to come down here. I want him\n to look at that lump on the screen\n and—play a hunch.\"", "The atmosphere had changed. Anderton\n was sitting by the big desk,\n clenching his fists and sweating; his", "\"Please try it anyhow, Mr. Braun—as\n a favor. It's already too late to\n do it any other way. And if you guess\n wrong, the outcome won't be any\n worse than if you don't try at all.\"", "to me that he still interested himself\n in the waterfront, for he'd gone respectable\n with a vengeance. He was\n still a professional gambler, and according", "\"Don't you believe it. The symptoms\n are showing all over him. Now\n he's backing Broadway plays, sponsoring", "When he did speak at last, what\n he said must have seemed insanely\n irrelevant to Anderton, and maybe\n to Cheyney too. And perhaps it\n meant nothing more to Joan than\n the final clinical note in a case history.", "on horses, the numbers, or shady insurance\n deals. Nowadays what he did\n was called investment—mostly in real\n estate; realtors knew him well as the" ] ]

[ "What strange objects are people seeing in the sky?", "What is the setting of the story?", "What is Solomon’s goal?", "What motivates Solomon to experiment with the old cars?", "What best describes Solomon?", "How is Solomon like his classics?", "What is a theme of the story?", "Why do the patrolmen come to Solomon's business?", "What happens to Solomon?" ]

[ [ "old cars", "televisions", "satellites ", "meteors" ], [ "California, United States", "Ontario, Canada", "Havana, Cuba", "Moscow, Russia" ], [ "He wants to be recruited by Nasa. ", "He wants to get rid of his old cars that aren't selling to make space for cars that he can sell. ", "He wants to interfere with the Russians' spacecrafts. ", "He wants to become famous and be in the newspaper. " ], [ "He is bored and starts tinkering around. ", "He gets a notice from the city that he needs to clean up his yard. ", "He likes the old cars too much to destroy them. He wants to get rid of them, but also keep them intact. ", "He doesn't know how else to get rid of the cars from his yard. " ], [ "Extravagant ", "Clever", "Naïve", "Untrustworthy" ], [ "He is old and tired. Likewise, the cars are old and worn out. ", "He is energetic and full of life. Likewise, the cars are shiny and fast. ", "They both represent nostalgia for the golden days. ", "They are both past their prime. " ], [ "The best inventions are made by accident. ", "There is great value in ordinary things and people. ", "Some things are not salvageable. ", "Junk is difficult to get rid of. " ], [ "They suspect he is a con artist. ", "They want to know how he is sending cars into space. ", "They think he is dangerous. ", "They suspect he is building a bomb. " ], [ "He is arrested by the patrolmen for dumping junk into space. ", "He sells his business and works for NASA. ", "He becomes famous for being the crazy old man who polluted space. ", "He meets the President and is asked to share his discovery with the Air Force. " ] ]

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[ [ "Two were from fliers. The pilot\n of Flight 26, New York to Los\n Angeles, had two weeks before\n reported a strange object rising", "almost the people. And see, our\n upper lens shows the dark spot of\n a meteor in space. Comrades, the\n meteor gets larger. It is going to", "on. It's still rising ... leaving\n the atmosphere ... gone. Anyone\n else catch it?\" Negative responses\n came from all but\nSeven\n,", "over Southern California about ten\n the evening of April 3rd. A week\n after this report, a private pilot\n on his way from Las Vegas claimed\n seeing an old car flying over Los", "returned; this time with three little\n old cars parading proudly across the\n heavens as though they truly belonged\n among the stars.", "American scientific study of the\n heavens. At Mount Palomar the\n busy 200-inch telescope was\n photographing a strange new object,\n but plates returned from the", "Three pair of eyes, one young,\n one old, the other tired, were faced\n by two rows of hulks, proud in the", "clearly showed an American\n automobile coming toward the\n Russian satellite. Russian astronomers\n ordered to seek other strange\n orbiting devices reported: \"We've", "pass close to our wondrous\n machine. Comrades ... Comrades ... turn\n to my channel. It is no\n meteor—it is square. The accursed", "\"I sent them into the sky,\"\n quavered Solomon. So this is what\n he did wrong. Would they lock\n him up? What would happen to his\n cars? And his business?", "\"Yup, maybe so,\" said the other.\n \"But it's flying too high for us.\"\n\"I must be a silly old man,\" Solomon", "mounting flange faced skyward.\n Solomon stopped for a minute\n to worry. \"If it works,\" he\n thought, \"when I get them nearer", "to send cars into the sky? Everyone\n else was sending things up. Newspapers\n said Russians and Americans\n were racing to send things into the\n air. What had he done that was", "Fortunately, at the approximate\n times both pilots claimed sighting\n unknown objects, radar at Los\n Angeles International recorded", "crows. Eyes high, they scanned\n branches and horizons for game.\n \"Look, there goes one,\" the\n younger cried as a large dark object", "\"Comrades,\" said the senior technician,\n \"notice the clear view of\n North America. From here we\n watch everything; rivers, towns,", "faint \"God Bless You,\" Solomon\n pulled the shingles and watched\n its massive hulk rise and disappear\n into orbit with his other orphans.", "something rising from earth's surface\n into the stratosphere. Within\n hours after the three reports met,\n in the President's commission's\n office, mobile radar was spotted on", "the dark to the launching pad in\n his yard. Light from kitchen\n matches helped collect the shingle\n cords as he crouched behind the", "manifolds, which the Strategic Air\n Command is planning to attach\n to a stratospheric decompression\n test chamber. They figure if they\n can throw it into the sky, they can" ], [ "yard. The scent of air-borne dust\n bit his nostrils as he struggled\n to his feet.\nDeep in the woods behind Solomon's\n yard two boys were hunting", "stay. They moved across the street\n behind a fire station.\nThree\nwas too\n big to hide, so it opened for business\n inside the National Guard", "Solomon reached his back door.\n By the time bedroom lights were\n out and covers under his bristly\n chin, a task force of quiet men was", "back of Solomon's yard. There,\n three old cars stood in an isolated\n row. \"Solomon, come here a moment,\"\n he shouted. Solomon", "at the moon. Let's go.\" Not\n another word did he say. Heading\n back to the car parked outside\n Solomon's office, his footsteps were", "led the three men into his\n yard. Once inside, and without asking\n permission, they began searching\n like a hungry hound trailing", "around Fullerton had acted as\n though the whole town were going\n to pussyfoot away at sundown.\nNine\nwas hidden in a curious farmer's", "off in unison with a strong pull on\n the twine. The tired Essex was\n pretty big, so Solomon waited until\n bedtime before stumbling through", "Day after day, only a mile from\n Fullerton, Solomon busied himself\n buying wrecked cars and selling", "his first name, was warming tired\n bones in the sun, in front of his\n auto-wrecking yard a mile south of\n Fullerton. Though sitting, he was", "Three pair of eyes, one young,\n one old, the other tired, were faced\n by two rows of hulks, proud in the", "the wagon's fender. Lying on his\n back, struggling to rise, Solomon\n heard a slight swish as though a\n whirlwind had come through the", "back door opened on two acres of\n what Solomon happily agreed was\n the finest junk in all California.\n Fords on the left, Chevys on the", "City lights, reflected in low\n clouds, brightened the way Solomon\n knew well. He was soon kneeling\n behind the Ford wagon without", "free of interruption. The engine\n of his elderly Moreland tow-truck\n was brought to life by Solomon\n almost hidden behind the huge\n wooden steering wheel. The truck", "At his age, running was a senseless\n activity, but walking faster\n than usual, Solomon took a direct\n route to his office. From the ceiling", "anyone from approaching or leaving\n this place.\" The patrolman\n almost saluted, thought better of\n it, and left grumbling about being\n left out of what must be something", "Four\nwas\n assigned the loading dock of a\n meat-packing plant, but the night\n watchman wouldn't allow them to", "\"Sure, Son, let's go in and see\n what he's got,\" replied a man's\n voice. As Solomon opened his eyes,", "orange grove.\nSeven\nwas tucked\n between station wagons in the back\n row of a used car lot.\nFour" ], [ "\"Sure, Son, let's go in and see\n what he's got,\" replied a man's\n voice. As Solomon opened his eyes,", "Solomon's old eyes as what blood\n pressure there was rose a point or\n two with happy thoughts. If his\n idea worked, he would be free of", "and sellers alike, that he is Solomon's\n nephew. \"The old man had\n to take a trip in a hurry.\" Because\n he knows nothing of the business,", "As Solomon told the people in\n Washington several months later,\n he was only resting his eyes, thinking\n about shop manuals and parts", "father a chase that was more a\n guided tour of Solomon's yard than\n a short cut. \"Yes, sir, here they\n are,\" announced Solomon over his", "Solomon reached his back door.\n By the time bedroom lights were\n out and covers under his bristly\n chin, a task force of quiet men was", "\"No one,\" quavered Solomon,\n terror gripping his throat with a\n nervous hand. Had he done wrong", "That night was a whirlwind of\n excitement for Solomon. He had\n steak for dinner, then sat back to\n consider future success. Once the", "aid of Solomon's unique combination\n of engine vacuum and exhaust\n pressure. His footsteps were\n light with accomplishment as he\n thought, \"In four more days,", "at the moon. Let's go.\" Not\n another word did he say. Heading\n back to the car parked outside\n Solomon's office, his footsteps were", "back of Solomon's yard. There,\n three old cars stood in an isolated\n row. \"Solomon, come here a moment,\"\n he shouted. Solomon", "for a reply, Solomon started, head\n bent, white hair blowing; through\n the office, out the back door and\n down passages hardly wide enough", "fence of Solomon's yard, so they'll\n cause no attention while protecting\n his property. A rugged individual\n sits in the office and tells buyers", "Heart heavy with belief in the\n temporary foolishness of age, Solomon\n went to the hub cap, glittering\n the sun where it lit after bouncing", "City lights, reflected in low\n clouds, brightened the way Solomon\n knew well. He was soon kneeling\n behind the Ford wagon without", "\"Twenty; but these are all I have\n left,\" Solomon eagerly replied,\n hoping at last he'd a customer for", "mounting flange faced skyward.\n Solomon stopped for a minute\n to worry. \"If it works,\" he\n thought, \"when I get them nearer", "At his age, running was a senseless\n activity, but walking faster\n than usual, Solomon took a direct\n route to his office. From the ceiling", "Solomon scrambled two eggs, enjoyed\n his coffee and relaxed with\n a newly found set of old 1954 Buick\n shop manuals. As usual, when the", "Then they wanted to see his cars.\n Through the back door, so he'd\n not have to open the office, Solomon" ], [ "back of Solomon's yard. There,\n three old cars stood in an isolated\n row. \"Solomon, come here a moment,\"\n he shouted. Solomon", "the old cars, yet not destroy a single\n one. Squatting behind the station\n wagon, to watch the engine, Solomon\n gingerly pulled the twine to", "lumbered carefully down rows of\n cars to an almost completely\n stripped wreck holding only a\n broken engine. In a few minutes,\n Solomon had the engine waving", "That night, to take his mind off\n worrisome old cars, Solomon began\n reading the previous Sunday's\n newspaper. There were pictures of", "You've just gotta take a look at\n his old cars, 'cause if you want\n a classic Uncle Solomon would\n make you a good deal, too. I just", "\"Mr Solomon, Georgie here\n tells me you have some fine old\n cars for sale?\"", "Then they wanted to see his cars.\n Through the back door, so he'd\n not have to open the office, Solomon", "usable parts. Each weekday night—Solomon\n never worked on Sunday—another\n old car from his back lot\n went silently heavenward with the", "Day after day, only a mile from\n Fullerton, Solomon busied himself\n buying wrecked cars and selling", "free of interruption. The engine\n of his elderly Moreland tow-truck\n was brought to life by Solomon\n almost hidden behind the huge\n wooden steering wheel. The truck", "Solomon's old eyes as what blood\n pressure there was rose a point or\n two with happy thoughts. If his\n idea worked, he would be free of", "back door opened on two acres of\n what Solomon happily agreed was\n the finest junk in all California.\n Fords on the left, Chevys on the", "echoed by those of a crestfallen boy.\n Solomon, a figure of lonely dejection\n in the gloom overshadowing his\n unloved old cars, was troubled with", "junk engines were bolted to the\n wheels but this time carburetor\n flanges were covered by wooden\n shingles because Solomon figured", "Solomon scrambled two eggs, enjoyed\n his coffee and relaxed with\n a newly found set of old 1954 Buick\n shop manuals. As usual, when the", "Once the broken engine was\n blocked upright on the ground,\n Solomon backed his Moreland out\n of the way, carried a tray of tools", "\"I sent them into the sky,\"\n quavered Solomon. So this is what\n he did wrong. Would they lock\n him up? What would happen to his\n cars? And his business?", "No matter what beauties they were\n to Solomon's prejudiced eyes; missing\n fenders, rusted body panels,\n broken wheels and rotted woodwork", "As Solomon told the people in\n Washington several months later,\n he was only resting his eyes, thinking\n about shop manuals and parts", "at the moon. Let's go.\" Not\n another word did he say. Heading\n back to the car parked outside\n Solomon's office, his footsteps were" ], [ "and sellers alike, that he is Solomon's\n nephew. \"The old man had\n to take a trip in a hurry.\" Because\n he knows nothing of the business,", "\"Sure, Son, let's go in and see\n what he's got,\" replied a man's\n voice. As Solomon opened his eyes,", "father a chase that was more a\n guided tour of Solomon's yard than\n a short cut. \"Yes, sir, here they\n are,\" announced Solomon over his", "shock of white hair, gave him\n the appearance of a professor on\n sabbatical. Eyes closed, Solomon\n was fondling favorite memories,", "As Solomon told the people in\n Washington several months later,\n he was only resting his eyes, thinking\n about shop manuals and parts", "\"No one,\" quavered Solomon,\n terror gripping his throat with a\n nervous hand. Had he done wrong", "Solomon reached his back door.\n By the time bedroom lights were\n out and covers under his bristly\n chin, a task force of quiet men was", "Solomon's old eyes as what blood\n pressure there was rose a point or\n two with happy thoughts. If his\n idea worked, he would be free of", "That night was a whirlwind of\n excitement for Solomon. He had\n steak for dinner, then sat back to\n consider future success. Once the", "back of Solomon's yard. There,\n three old cars stood in an isolated\n row. \"Solomon, come here a moment,\"\n he shouted. Solomon", "City lights, reflected in low\n clouds, brightened the way Solomon\n knew well. He was soon kneeling\n behind the Ford wagon without", "aid of Solomon's unique combination\n of engine vacuum and exhaust\n pressure. His footsteps were\n light with accomplishment as he\n thought, \"In four more days,", "for a reply, Solomon started, head\n bent, white hair blowing; through\n the office, out the back door and\n down passages hardly wide enough", "Solomon scrambled two eggs, enjoyed\n his coffee and relaxed with\n a newly found set of old 1954 Buick\n shop manuals. As usual, when the", "The bright sun had Solomon's\n tiny eyes burrowed under a shaggy\n brow which, added to an Einstein-like", "at the moon. Let's go.\" Not\n another word did he say. Heading\n back to the car parked outside\n Solomon's office, his footsteps were", "free of interruption. The engine\n of his elderly Moreland tow-truck\n was brought to life by Solomon\n almost hidden behind the huge\n wooden steering wheel. The truck", "fence of Solomon's yard, so they'll\n cause no attention while protecting\n his property. A rugged individual\n sits in the office and tells buyers", "can imagine, things happened\n rather fast. They let Solomon get\n clean denims and his razor. Then\n without a bye-your-leave, hustled", "Heart heavy with belief in the\n temporary foolishness of age, Solomon\n went to the hub cap, glittering\n the sun where it lit after bouncing" ], [ "known as Solomon's \"Classics.\"", "shock of white hair, gave him\n the appearance of a professor on\n sabbatical. Eyes closed, Solomon\n was fondling favorite memories,", "moon shots, rockets and astronauts,\n which started Solomon to thinking;\n \"So, my classics are good only for\n shooting at the moon. This thing", "and sellers alike, that he is Solomon's\n nephew. \"The old man had\n to take a trip in a hurry.\" Because\n he knows nothing of the business,", "Solomon scrambled two eggs, enjoyed\n his coffee and relaxed with\n a newly found set of old 1954 Buick\n shop manuals. As usual, when the", "father a chase that was more a\n guided tour of Solomon's yard than\n a short cut. \"Yes, sir, here they\n are,\" announced Solomon over his", "You've just gotta take a look at\n his old cars, 'cause if you want\n a classic Uncle Solomon would\n make you a good deal, too. I just", "As Solomon told the people in\n Washington several months later,\n he was only resting his eyes, thinking\n about shop manuals and parts", "\"Sure, Son, let's go in and see\n what he's got,\" replied a man's\n voice. As Solomon opened his eyes,", "Solomon's old eyes as what blood\n pressure there was rose a point or\n two with happy thoughts. If his\n idea worked, he would be free of", "Solomon reached his back door.\n By the time bedroom lights were\n out and covers under his bristly\n chin, a task force of quiet men was", "for a reply, Solomon started, head\n bent, white hair blowing; through\n the office, out the back door and\n down passages hardly wide enough", "\"No one,\" quavered Solomon,\n terror gripping his throat with a\n nervous hand. Had he done wrong", "City lights, reflected in low\n clouds, brightened the way Solomon\n knew well. He was soon kneeling\n behind the Ford wagon without", "back of Solomon's yard. There,\n three old cars stood in an isolated\n row. \"Solomon, come here a moment,\"\n he shouted. Solomon", "fence of Solomon's yard, so they'll\n cause no attention while protecting\n his property. A rugged individual\n sits in the office and tells buyers", "The bright sun had Solomon's\n tiny eyes burrowed under a shaggy\n brow which, added to an Einstein-like", "echoed by those of a crestfallen boy.\n Solomon, a figure of lonely dejection\n in the gloom overshadowing his\n unloved old cars, was troubled with", "Heart heavy with belief in the\n temporary foolishness of age, Solomon\n went to the hub cap, glittering\n the sun where it lit after bouncing", "aid of Solomon's unique combination\n of engine vacuum and exhaust\n pressure. His footsteps were\n light with accomplishment as he\n thought, \"In four more days," ], [ "led the three men into his\n yard. Once inside, and without asking\n permission, they began searching\n like a hungry hound trailing", "yard. The scent of air-borne dust\n bit his nostrils as he struggled\n to his feet.\nDeep in the woods behind Solomon's\n yard two boys were hunting", "off in unison with a strong pull on\n the twine. The tired Essex was\n pretty big, so Solomon waited until\n bedtime before stumbling through", "Solomon reached his back door.\n By the time bedroom lights were\n out and covers under his bristly\n chin, a task force of quiet men was", "stay. They moved across the street\n behind a fire station.\nThree\nwas too\n big to hide, so it opened for business\n inside the National Guard", "Three pair of eyes, one young,\n one old, the other tired, were faced\n by two rows of hulks, proud in the", "Angeles. His statement was ignored,\n as he was arrested later\n while trying to drink himself silly\n because no one believed his story.", "\"No one,\" quavered Solomon,\n terror gripping his throat with a\n nervous hand. Had he done wrong", "the old cars, yet not destroy a single\n one. Squatting behind the station\n wagon, to watch the engine, Solomon\n gingerly pulled the twine to", "the wagon's fender. Lying on his\n back, struggling to rise, Solomon\n heard a slight swish as though a\n whirlwind had come through the", "each other, it'll go up in my face.\"\n Scanning the yard he thought of\n fenders, doors, wheels, hub caps\n and ... that was it. A hub cap", "\"Sure, Son, let's go in and see\n what he's got,\" replied a man's\n voice. As Solomon opened his eyes,", "free of interruption. The engine\n of his elderly Moreland tow-truck\n was brought to life by Solomon\n almost hidden behind the huge\n wooden steering wheel. The truck", "At his age, running was a senseless\n activity, but walking faster\n than usual, Solomon took a direct\n route to his office. From the ceiling", "cord. Tired legs failed and Solomon\n slipped backward when the hub\n cap broke free of the tape and sailed\n through the air to clang against", "at the moon. Let's go.\" Not\n another word did he say. Heading\n back to the car parked outside\n Solomon's office, his footsteps were", "Four\nwas\n assigned the loading dock of a\n meat-packing plant, but the night\n watchman wouldn't allow them to", "silent agony of their fate. Sold,\n resold and sold again, used until\n exhaustion set in, they reached\n Solomon's for a last brave stand.", "for a boy, let alone a man. He disappeared\n around a hearse, and surfaced\n on the other side of a convertible,\n leading the boy and his", "pass close to our wondrous\n machine. Comrades ... Comrades ... turn\n to my channel. It is no\n meteor—it is square. The accursed" ], [ "jacket as he went to answer.\n \"Hello,\" said Solomon to the\n patrolman, while opening the door.\n \"Why you bother me so early?", "trudged back, followed by the\n short civilian and patrolman who\n left their curious searching to follow\n Solomon's lead. When he", "Solomon reached his back door.\n By the time bedroom lights were\n out and covers under his bristly\n chin, a task force of quiet men was", "\"No, Mr. Solomon, we're not\n worried about your car buying.\n This man, from Washington, wants\n to ask you a few questions.\"\n\n\n \"Sure, come in,\" Solomon replied.", "and sellers alike, that he is Solomon's\n nephew. \"The old man had\n to take a trip in a hurry.\" Because\n he knows nothing of the business,", "anyone from approaching or leaving\n this place.\" The patrolman\n almost saluted, thought better of\n it, and left grumbling about being\n left out of what must be something", "Then they wanted to see his cars.\n Through the back door, so he'd\n not have to open the office, Solomon", "father a chase that was more a\n guided tour of Solomon's yard than\n a short cut. \"Yes, sir, here they\n are,\" announced Solomon over his", "Quietly a cavalcade formed, converged\n in Solomon's front yard and\n parked facing the road ready for\n quick departure. Some dozen civilians", "\"Sure, Son, let's go in and see\n what he's got,\" replied a man's\n voice. As Solomon opened his eyes,", "at the moon. Let's go.\" Not\n another word did he say. Heading\n back to the car parked outside\n Solomon's office, his footsteps were", "fence of Solomon's yard, so they'll\n cause no attention while protecting\n his property. A rugged individual\n sits in the office and tells buyers", "a fat rabbit. Solomon's eyes, blinking\n in the glare of early morning\n sun, watched invasion of his privacy.\n \"What they want?\" he wondered.", "back of Solomon's yard. There,\n three old cars stood in an isolated\n row. \"Solomon, come here a moment,\"\n he shouted. Solomon", "As Solomon told the people in\n Washington several months later,\n he was only resting his eyes, thinking\n about shop manuals and parts", "can imagine, things happened\n rather fast. They let Solomon get\n clean denims and his razor. Then\n without a bye-your-leave, hustled", "two civilians went to Solomon's\n door.", "the two popped into reality. Heaving\n himself out of the sports car\n bucket seat that was his office\n chair, Solomon stood awaiting approach\n of the pair.", "free of interruption. The engine\n of his elderly Moreland tow-truck\n was brought to life by Solomon\n almost hidden behind the huge\n wooden steering wheel. The truck", "from front to back, while three cars\n full of civilians, by the side of the\n road, watched every move. Finding\n nothing unusual, a patrolman reported" ], [ "\"No one,\" quavered Solomon,\n terror gripping his throat with a\n nervous hand. Had he done wrong", "\"Sure, Son, let's go in and see\n what he's got,\" replied a man's\n voice. As Solomon opened his eyes,", "Solomon reached his back door.\n By the time bedroom lights were\n out and covers under his bristly\n chin, a task force of quiet men was", "Solomon's old eyes as what blood\n pressure there was rose a point or\n two with happy thoughts. If his\n idea worked, he would be free of", "and sellers alike, that he is Solomon's\n nephew. \"The old man had\n to take a trip in a hurry.\" Because\n he knows nothing of the business,", "As Solomon told the people in\n Washington several months later,\n he was only resting his eyes, thinking\n about shop manuals and parts", "can imagine, things happened\n rather fast. They let Solomon get\n clean denims and his razor. Then\n without a bye-your-leave, hustled", "at the moon. Let's go.\" Not\n another word did he say. Heading\n back to the car parked outside\n Solomon's office, his footsteps were", "father a chase that was more a\n guided tour of Solomon's yard than\n a short cut. \"Yes, sir, here they\n are,\" announced Solomon over his", "\"I sent them into the sky,\"\n quavered Solomon. So this is what\n he did wrong. Would they lock\n him up? What would happen to his\n cars? And his business?", "silent agony of their fate. Sold,\n resold and sold again, used until\n exhaustion set in, they reached\n Solomon's for a last brave stand.", "back of Solomon's yard. There,\n three old cars stood in an isolated\n row. \"Solomon, come here a moment,\"\n he shouted. Solomon", "His last cup of coffee was almost\n gone as Solomon heard the noise\n of their shoes, followed by knuckles", "Once the broken engine was\n blocked upright on the ground,\n Solomon backed his Moreland out\n of the way, carried a tray of tools", "for a reply, Solomon started, head\n bent, white hair blowing; through\n the office, out the back door and\n down passages hardly wide enough", "shock of white hair, gave him\n the appearance of a professor on\n sabbatical. Eyes closed, Solomon\n was fondling favorite memories,", "aid of Solomon's unique combination\n of engine vacuum and exhaust\n pressure. His footsteps were\n light with accomplishment as he\n thought, \"In four more days,", "\"Twenty; but these are all I have\n left,\" Solomon eagerly replied,\n hoping at last he'd a customer for", "lumbered carefully down rows of\n cars to an almost completely\n stripped wreck holding only a\n broken engine. In a few minutes,\n Solomon had the engine waving", "That night was a whirlwind of\n excitement for Solomon. He had\n steak for dinner, then sat back to\n consider future success. Once the" ] ]

[ "Describe Parks’ situation.", "Why is it significant that Parks is so ordinary?", "Why does Parks think Morgan can help him?", "Why would Morgan be “worse than no help at all”?", "Why does Morgan believe Parks?", "What is ironic about the story?", "What will likely happen to Parks if no one believes him?", "What is setting?", "What is a theme of the story?", "What is the relationship between Parks and Morgan?" ]

[ [ "He is from another planet but does not have a way to get back home. ", "He is a writer but no one will buy his work. ", "He is lost and no one will help him get home.", "He is having a psychotic episode. " ], [ "He does not look like a stereotypical criminal, which makes him more credible. ", "He appears to be mentally stable, proving that anyone can have a mental illness. ", "He appears to be a regular human, which makes his story more unbelievable. ", "Writers often find ordinary things to be interesting. " ], [ "He works for NASA and can construct a rocket ship for Parks. ", "He is a writer and can share Parks' story. ", "He is the mayor. ", "He is a doctor." ], [ "He writes fiction, so people will think he made up Parks' story. ", "He is against space exploration. ", "He lost his credibility by writing a fact story. ", "He is also lost and homeless. " ], [ "He noticed that there was something odd about him right away. ", "He met someone like Parks before. ", "He wrote a story that predicted Parks' predicament. ", "He doesn't believe him, but plays along to keep Parks calm. " ], [ "Parks ends up helping Morgan. ", "The one and only person who believes Parks cannot help him. ", "Morgan is famous for preaching that there is no life on other planets. ", "Morgan is Parks' twin from a parallel universe. " ], [ "He will continue having hallucinations. ", "The government will use him for experiments. ", "He will be stuck on Earth in a mental hospital. ", "He will get arrested. " ], [ "A restaurant in New York City. ", "A restaurant on a parallel planet to Earth. ", "A doctor's office in New York City. ", "A restaurant on Mars. " ], [ "People who tell lies often will eventually get themselves into trouble. ", "The truth does not matter if no one believes it. ", "Space travel is dangerous. ", "There are aliens walking among us. " ], [ "They are old friends. ", "Parks is a customer of Morgan. ", "They are strangers who just met. ", "They were born in the same city. " ] ]

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[ [ "There was a desperate light in Parks' eyes. \"I was tired, tired\n of being laughed at, tired of having people looking at me as", "being as I've ever seen.' And that was that.\" Parks laughed\n bitterly. \"I guess I was supposed to be happy with the verdict,", "Parks shrugged tiredly. \"Not really. He examined me. He\n practically took me apart. I carefully refrained from saying", "Parks nodded.\n\n\n \"Fine. Now go through the whole story again. What happened\n first?\"", "Parks poured some more coffee. His face was very pale,\n Morgan thought, and his hands trembled as he raised the cup", "\"All right, let's start from the beginning again,\" Morgan\n said. \"Maybe we can pin something down a little better. You\n say your name is Parks—right?\"", "on the back and said, 'Parks, you've got nothing to worry\n about. You're as fine, strapping a specimen of a healthy human", "Jefferson Parks finished his last bite of pie and pushed the\n plate away. \"By then I didn't know quite what to do. I'd been", "Jefferson Parks gripped the table, his knuckles white.\n \"Why?\" he cried hoarsely. \"If you believe me, why can't you\n help me?\"", "\"\nStrange!\n\" Parks' eyes widened. \"I—I was speechless. At", "Parks unbuttoned his collar and rubbed his stubbled chin\n unhappily. \"I didn't make the choice. Neither did anyone else.", "Parks dropped two small gold discs on the table. They were\n perfectly smooth and perfectly round, tapered by wear to a", "The man nodded. \"Jefferson Haldeman Parks, if that helps\n any. Haldeman was my mother's maiden name.\"\n\n\n \"All right. And you got into town on Friday—right?\"", "Parks shrugged. \"Too little, I suspect. Two dollars for the\n small one, five for the larger.\"\n\n\n \"You should have gone to a bank.\"", "Parks picked up the magazine, glanced at the bright cover.\n \"I barely looked at it.\"", "caught the first paragraph and he turned white. He set the\n magazine down with a trembling hand. \"I see,\" he said, and\n the life was gone out of his voice. He spread the pages viciously,", "The place was dark and almost empty. Overhead, a rotary\n fan swished patiently. The man across from Morgan ran a hand\n through his dark hair. \"There must be some other way,\" he", "coming. Then I could hardly believe my eyes. I thought I was\n crazy. But a car stopped and asked me if I was going into the\n city, and I knew I wasn't crazy.\"", "shaken up and limping. The fall was near the highway going\n to the George Washington Bridge. I got over to the highway\n and tried to flag down a ride.\"", "The man shifted uneasily in his seat. He was silent, staring\n down at his plate. Not a strange-looking man, Morgan thought." ], [ "Rather ordinary, in fact. A plain face, nose a little too long,\n fingers a little too dainty, a suit that doesn't quite seem to fit,\n but all in all, a perfectly ordinary looking man.", "There was a desperate light in Parks' eyes. \"I was tired, tired\n of being laughed at, tired of having people looking at me as", "Parks shrugged tiredly. \"Not really. He examined me. He\n practically took me apart. I carefully refrained from saying", "being as I've ever seen.' And that was that.\" Parks laughed\n bitterly. \"I guess I was supposed to be happy with the verdict,", "\"All right, let's start from the beginning again,\" Morgan\n said. \"Maybe we can pin something down a little better. You\n say your name is Parks—right?\"", "on the back and said, 'Parks, you've got nothing to worry\n about. You're as fine, strapping a specimen of a healthy human", "Parks poured some more coffee. His face was very pale,\n Morgan thought, and his hands trembled as he raised the cup", "Parks nodded.\n\n\n \"Fine. Now go through the whole story again. What happened\n first?\"", "Parks dropped two small gold discs on the table. They were\n perfectly smooth and perfectly round, tapered by wear to a", "\"\nStrange!\n\" Parks' eyes widened. \"I—I was speechless. At", "The man nodded. \"Jefferson Haldeman Parks, if that helps\n any. Haldeman was my mother's maiden name.\"\n\n\n \"All right. And you got into town on Friday—right?\"", "Jefferson Parks gripped the table, his knuckles white.\n \"Why?\" he cried hoarsely. \"If you believe me, why can't you\n help me?\"", "The man shifted uneasily in his seat. He was silent, staring\n down at his plate. Not a strange-looking man, Morgan thought.", "Parks unbuttoned his collar and rubbed his stubbled chin\n unhappily. \"I didn't make the choice. Neither did anyone else.", "Jefferson Parks finished his last bite of pie and pushed the\n plate away. \"By then I didn't know quite what to do. I'd been", "Maybe\ntoo\nordinary, Morgan thought.", "Nobody even looked at me, unless I said something to\n them. I began to look for things that were\ndifferent\n, things that", "\"Why should they?\" asked Morgan. \"You look like a human\n being. You talk like one. You eat like one. You act like one.\n What you're asking them to believe is utterly incredible.\"", "\"Ah, yes. I thought that over carefully. I looked for differences,\n obvious ones. I couldn't find any. You can see that, just", "Parks shrugged. \"Too little, I suspect. Two dollars for the\n small one, five for the larger.\"\n\n\n \"You should have gone to a bank.\"" ], [ "\"All right, let's start from the beginning again,\" Morgan\n said. \"Maybe we can pin something down a little better. You\n say your name is Parks—right?\"", "Parks poured some more coffee. His face was very pale,\n Morgan thought, and his hands trembled as he raised the cup", "And then Morgan was laughing, laughing bitterly, tears\n rolling down his cheeks. \"And I'm the one man who couldn't\n help you if my life depended on it,\" he gasped.\n\n\n \"You believe me?\"", "Jefferson Parks gripped the table, his knuckles white.\n \"Why?\" he cried hoarsely. \"If you believe me, why can't you\n help me?\"", "The place was dark and almost empty. Overhead, a rotary\n fan swished patiently. The man across from Morgan ran a hand\n through his dark hair. \"There must be some other way,\" he", "Parks shrugged tiredly. \"Not really. He examined me. He\n practically took me apart. I carefully refrained from saying", "There was a desperate light in Parks' eyes. \"I was tired, tired\n of being laughed at, tired of having people looking at me as", "\"Why should they?\" asked Morgan. \"You look like a human\n being. You talk like one. You eat like one. You act like one.\n What you're asking them to believe is utterly incredible.\"", "Parks nodded.\n\n\n \"Fine. Now go through the whole story again. What happened\n first?\"", "Morgan didn't move. He just stared. \"How many people\n have you talked to?\" he asked.\n\n\n \"A dozen, a hundred, maybe a thousand.\"\n\n\n \"And how many believed you?\"", "being as I've ever seen.' And that was that.\" Parks laughed\n bitterly. \"I guess I was supposed to be happy with the verdict,", "Morgan nodded sourly. \"Because you're not a human\n being,\" he said.", "on the back and said, 'Parks, you've got nothing to worry\n about. You're as fine, strapping a specimen of a healthy human", "Morgan nodded. \"I'm beginning to get the pattern. So what\n did you do next?\"", "Finally the man looked up. His eyes were dark, with a\n hunted look in their depths that chilled Morgan a little. \"Where", "\"I'll tell you where it's going to end,\" said Morgan. \"It's\n going to end in a hospital. A mental hospital. They'll lock you", "rockets to the moon to sink their money into.\" Morgan stared\n at the man. \"But what can\nI\ndo?\"", "Morgan shrugged. \"So it's true. I won't argue with you. But\n as I asked before, even if I\ndid", "do we go? I don't know. I've tried to think it out, and I get\n nowhere. But you've\ngot\nto believe me, Morgan. I'm lost,", "The man nodded. \"Jefferson Haldeman Parks, if that helps\n any. Haldeman was my mother's maiden name.\"\n\n\n \"All right. And you got into town on Friday—right?\"" ], [ "\"Then you\ncan\nhelp me.\"\n\n\n \"I'm afraid not.\"\n\n\n \"Why not?\"\n\n\n \"Because I'd be worse than no help at all.\"", "Morgan nodded sourly. \"Because you're not a human\n being,\" he said.", "And then Morgan was laughing, laughing bitterly, tears\n rolling down his cheeks. \"And I'm the one man who couldn't\n help you if my life depended on it,\" he gasped.\n\n\n \"You believe me?\"", "\"They didn't believe you,\" said Morgan.\n\n\n \"Not for a minute. They laughed in my face.\"", "Morgan shrugged. \"So it's true. I won't argue with you. But\n as I asked before, even if I\ndid", "\"Except yourself,\" Morgan said.", "The place was dark and almost empty. Overhead, a rotary\n fan swished patiently. The man across from Morgan ran a hand\n through his dark hair. \"There must be some other way,\" he", "Parks poured some more coffee. His face was very pale,\n Morgan thought, and his hands trembled as he raised the cup", "\"Why should they?\" asked Morgan. \"You look like a human\n being. You talk like one. You eat like one. You act like one.\n What you're asking them to believe is utterly incredible.\"", "Finally the man looked up. His eyes were dark, with a\n hunted look in their depths that chilled Morgan a little. \"Where", "Morgan's mouth took a grim line. \"You understood the\n language?\"", "do we go? I don't know. I've tried to think it out, and I get\n nowhere. But you've\ngot\nto believe me, Morgan. I'm lost,", "\"I'll tell you where it's going to end,\" said Morgan. \"It's\n going to end in a hospital. A mental hospital. They'll lock you", "Morgan didn't move. He just stared. \"How many people\n have you talked to?\" he asked.\n\n\n \"A dozen, a hundred, maybe a thousand.\"\n\n\n \"And how many believed you?\"", "The man shifted uneasily in his seat. He was silent, staring\n down at his plate. Not a strange-looking man, Morgan thought.", "Morgan nodded. \"I'm beginning to get the pattern. So what\n did you do next?\"", "\"All right, let's start from the beginning again,\" Morgan\n said. \"Maybe we can pin something down a little better. You\n say your name is Parks—right?\"", "He shook his head wearily. \"We're new at it, Morgan. We've\n only tried a few dozen runs. We're not too far ahead of you in", "Maybe\ntoo\nordinary, Morgan thought.", "Morgan pointed to the magazine lying on the table. \"I write,\n yes,\" he said sadly. \"Ever read stories like this before?\"" ], [ "\"All right, let's start from the beginning again,\" Morgan\n said. \"Maybe we can pin something down a little better. You\n say your name is Parks—right?\"", "Parks poured some more coffee. His face was very pale,\n Morgan thought, and his hands trembled as he raised the cup", "And then Morgan was laughing, laughing bitterly, tears\n rolling down his cheeks. \"And I'm the one man who couldn't\n help you if my life depended on it,\" he gasped.\n\n\n \"You believe me?\"", "Morgan didn't move. He just stared. \"How many people\n have you talked to?\" he asked.\n\n\n \"A dozen, a hundred, maybe a thousand.\"\n\n\n \"And how many believed you?\"", "\"Why should they?\" asked Morgan. \"You look like a human\n being. You talk like one. You eat like one. You act like one.\n What you're asking them to believe is utterly incredible.\"", "Parks shrugged tiredly. \"Not really. He examined me. He\n practically took me apart. I carefully refrained from saying", "being as I've ever seen.' And that was that.\" Parks laughed\n bitterly. \"I guess I was supposed to be happy with the verdict,", "Parks nodded.\n\n\n \"Fine. Now go through the whole story again. What happened\n first?\"", "\"They didn't believe you,\" said Morgan.\n\n\n \"Not for a minute. They laughed in my face.\"", "Jefferson Parks gripped the table, his knuckles white.\n \"Why?\" he cried hoarsely. \"If you believe me, why can't you\n help me?\"", "Morgan shrugged. \"So it's true. I won't argue with you. But\n as I asked before, even if I\ndid", "Morgan nodded sadly. \"I believe you. Yes. I think your\n warp brought you through to a parallel universe of your own\n planet, not to another star, but I think you're telling the truth.\"", "Morgan nodded. \"I'm beginning to get the pattern. So what\n did you do next?\"", "Morgan nodded sourly. \"Because you're not a human\n being,\" he said.", "There was a desperate light in Parks' eyes. \"I was tired, tired\n of being laughed at, tired of having people looking at me as", "without note.\nCircus\n\"Just\n suppose,\" said Morgan, \"that I\ndid\nbelieve you. Just", "The place was dark and almost empty. Overhead, a rotary\n fan swished patiently. The man across from Morgan ran a hand\n through his dark hair. \"There must be some other way,\" he", "on the back and said, 'Parks, you've got nothing to worry\n about. You're as fine, strapping a specimen of a healthy human", "\"I'll tell you where it's going to end,\" said Morgan. \"It's\n going to end in a hospital. A mental hospital. They'll lock you", "Finally the man looked up. His eyes were dark, with a\n hunted look in their depths that chilled Morgan a little. \"Where" ], [ "caught the first paragraph and he turned white. He set the\n magazine down with a trembling hand. \"I see,\" he said, and\n the life was gone out of his voice. He spread the pages viciously,", "being as I've ever seen.' And that was that.\" Parks laughed\n bitterly. \"I guess I was supposed to be happy with the verdict,", "\"You should look more closely. I have a story in this issue.\n The readers thought it was very interesting,\" Morgan grinned.\n \"Go ahead, look at it.\"", "And then Morgan was laughing, laughing bitterly, tears\n rolling down his cheeks. \"And I'm the one man who couldn't\n help you if my life depended on it,\" he gasped.\n\n\n \"You believe me?\"", "coming. Then I could hardly believe my eyes. I thought I was\n crazy. But a car stopped and asked me if I was going into the\n city, and I knew I wasn't crazy.\"", "Morgan pointed to the magazine lying on the table. \"I write,\n yes,\" he said sadly. \"Ever read stories like this before?\"", "There was a desperate light in Parks' eyes. \"I was tired, tired\n of being laughed at, tired of having people looking at me as", "\"None.\"\n\n\n \"You mean\nnobody\nwould believe you?\"\n\n\n \"\nNot one soul.\nUntil I talked to you.\"", "\"They didn't believe you,\" said Morgan.\n\n\n \"Not for a minute. They laughed in my face.\"", "Rather ordinary, in fact. A plain face, nose a little too long,\n fingers a little too dainty, a suit that doesn't quite seem to fit,\n but all in all, a perfectly ordinary looking man.", "up and they'll lose the key somewhere.\" He poured himself\n another cup of coffee and sipped it, scalding hot. \"And that,\"\n he added, \"will be that.\"", "\"I'll tell you where it's going to end,\" said Morgan. \"It's\n going to end in a hospital. A mental hospital. They'll lock you", "The man thought for a minute. \"As I said, first there was\n a fall. About twenty feet. I didn't break any bones, but I was", "Parks shrugged tiredly. \"Not really. He examined me. He\n practically took me apart. I carefully refrained from saying", "\"Then you\ncan\nhelp me.\"\n\n\n \"I'm afraid not.\"\n\n\n \"Why not?\"\n\n\n \"Because I'd be worse than no help at all.\"", "\"Why should they?\" asked Morgan. \"You look like a human\n being. You talk like one. You eat like one. You act like one.\n What you're asking them to believe is utterly incredible.\"", "Finally the man looked up. His eyes were dark, with a\n hunted look in their depths that chilled Morgan a little. \"Where", "\"Well, obviously, I needed money. I had gold coin. There\n had been no way of knowing if it would be useful, but I'd", "\"Oh, yes. I don't see how I could have, but I did. We talked\n all the way into New York—nothing very important, but we\n understood each other. His speech had an odd sound, but—\"", "Morgan didn't move. He just stared. \"How many people\n have you talked to?\" he asked.\n\n\n \"A dozen, a hundred, maybe a thousand.\"\n\n\n \"And how many believed you?\"" ], [ "being as I've ever seen.' And that was that.\" Parks laughed\n bitterly. \"I guess I was supposed to be happy with the verdict,", "There was a desperate light in Parks' eyes. \"I was tired, tired\n of being laughed at, tired of having people looking at me as", "Jefferson Parks gripped the table, his knuckles white.\n \"Why?\" he cried hoarsely. \"If you believe me, why can't you\n help me?\"", "\"None.\"\n\n\n \"You mean\nnobody\nwould believe you?\"\n\n\n \"\nNot one soul.\nUntil I talked to you.\"", "Parks shrugged tiredly. \"Not really. He examined me. He\n practically took me apart. I carefully refrained from saying", "Parks nodded.\n\n\n \"Fine. Now go through the whole story again. What happened\n first?\"", "\"All right, let's start from the beginning again,\" Morgan\n said. \"Maybe we can pin something down a little better. You\n say your name is Parks—right?\"", "on the back and said, 'Parks, you've got nothing to worry\n about. You're as fine, strapping a specimen of a healthy human", "Morgan didn't move. He just stared. \"How many people\n have you talked to?\" he asked.\n\n\n \"A dozen, a hundred, maybe a thousand.\"\n\n\n \"And how many believed you?\"", "\"I'll tell you where it's going to end,\" said Morgan. \"It's\n going to end in a hospital. A mental hospital. They'll lock you", "Parks poured some more coffee. His face was very pale,\n Morgan thought, and his hands trembled as he raised the cup", "But they won't do it if they don't believe me. Your government\n won't listen to me, they won't appropriate any money.\"", "\"\nStrange!\n\" Parks' eyes widened. \"I—I was speechless. At", "\"Why should they?\" asked Morgan. \"You look like a human\n being. You talk like one. You eat like one. You act like one.\n What you're asking them to believe is utterly incredible.\"", "Jefferson Parks finished his last bite of pie and pushed the\n plate away. \"By then I didn't know quite what to do. I'd been", "And then Morgan was laughing, laughing bitterly, tears\n rolling down his cheeks. \"And I'm the one man who couldn't\n help you if my life depended on it,\" he gasped.\n\n\n \"You believe me?\"", "Parks unbuttoned his collar and rubbed his stubbled chin\n unhappily. \"I didn't make the choice. Neither did anyone else.", "The man nodded. \"Jefferson Haldeman Parks, if that helps\n any. Haldeman was my mother's maiden name.\"\n\n\n \"All right. And you got into town on Friday—right?\"", "up and they'll lose the key somewhere.\" He poured himself\n another cup of coffee and sipped it, scalding hot. \"And that,\"\n he added, \"will be that.\"", "Parks dropped two small gold discs on the table. They were\n perfectly smooth and perfectly round, tapered by wear to a" ], [ "The place was dark and almost empty. Overhead, a rotary\n fan swished patiently. The man across from Morgan ran a hand\n through his dark hair. \"There must be some other way,\" he", "caught the first paragraph and he turned white. He set the\n magazine down with a trembling hand. \"I see,\" he said, and\n the life was gone out of his voice. He spread the pages viciously,", "coming. Then I could hardly believe my eyes. I thought I was\n crazy. But a car stopped and asked me if I was going into the\n city, and I knew I wasn't crazy.\"", "Finally the man looked up. His eyes were dark, with a\n hunted look in their depths that chilled Morgan a little. \"Where", "Rather ordinary, in fact. A plain face, nose a little too long,\n fingers a little too dainty, a suit that doesn't quite seem to fit,\n but all in all, a perfectly ordinary looking man.", "There was a desperate light in Parks' eyes. \"I was tired, tired\n of being laughed at, tired of having people looking at me as", "Parks dropped two small gold discs on the table. They were\n perfectly smooth and perfectly round, tapered by wear to a", "\"You can\nwrite\n! That's what you can do. You can tell the\n world about me, you can tell exactly what has happened. I\n know how public interest can be aroused in my world. It must\n be the same in yours.\"", "\"The same! Your planet and mine are practically twins.\n Similar cities, similar technology, everything. The people are", "The man thought for a minute. \"As I said, first there was\n a fall. About twenty feet. I didn't break any bones, but I was", "it spots a likely looking place, we keep a tight beam on it\n and send through a manned scout.\" He grinned sourly. \"Like\n me. If it looks good to the scout, he signals back, and they", "another assistant came along and told me flatly that the mayor\n wouldn't see me unless I stated my business first.\" He drew in\n a deep breath. \"So I stated it. And then I was gently but firmly", "\"I'll tell you where it's going to end,\" said Morgan. \"It's\n going to end in a hospital. A mental hospital. They'll lock you", "\"That's right. I'm not a human being at all.\"\n\"How did you happen to pick this planet, or this sun?\"\n Morgan asked curiously. \"There must have been a million\n others to choose from.\"", "for argument.\" He glanced up at the man across the restaurant\n table. \"Where would we go from here?\"", "\"Nothing. Oh, little things, insignificant little things. Your\n calendars, for instance. Naturally, I couldn't understand your", "up and they'll lose the key somewhere.\" He poured himself\n another cup of coffee and sipped it, scalding hot. \"And that,\"\n he added, \"will be that.\"", "looked like the answer. But something went wrong, the scanner\n picked up this planet, and I was coming through, and then\n something blew. Next thing I knew I was falling. When I tried", "Parks shrugged tiredly. \"Not really. He examined me. He\n practically took me apart. I carefully refrained from saying", "being as I've ever seen.' And that was that.\" Parks laughed\n bitterly. \"I guess I was supposed to be happy with the verdict," ], [ "caught the first paragraph and he turned white. He set the\n magazine down with a trembling hand. \"I see,\" he said, and\n the life was gone out of his voice. He spread the pages viciously,", "\"You should look more closely. I have a story in this issue.\n The readers thought it was very interesting,\" Morgan grinned.\n \"Go ahead, look at it.\"", "Morgan pointed to the magazine lying on the table. \"I write,\n yes,\" he said sadly. \"Ever read stories like this before?\"", "There was a desperate light in Parks' eyes. \"I was tired, tired\n of being laughed at, tired of having people looking at me as", "\"You can\nwrite\n! That's what you can do. You can tell the\n world about me, you can tell exactly what has happened. I\n know how public interest can be aroused in my world. It must\n be the same in yours.\"", "up and they'll lose the key somewhere.\" He poured himself\n another cup of coffee and sipped it, scalding hot. \"And that,\"\n he added, \"will be that.\"", "\"None.\"\n\n\n \"You mean\nnobody\nwould believe you?\"\n\n\n \"\nNot one soul.\nUntil I talked to you.\"", "The place was dark and almost empty. Overhead, a rotary\n fan swished patiently. The man across from Morgan ran a hand\n through his dark hair. \"There must be some other way,\" he", "\"Then you\ncan\nhelp me.\"\n\n\n \"I'm afraid not.\"\n\n\n \"Why not?\"\n\n\n \"Because I'd be worse than no help at all.\"", "coming. Then I could hardly believe my eyes. I thought I was\n crazy. But a car stopped and asked me if I was going into the\n city, and I knew I wasn't crazy.\"", "\"I'll tell you where it's going to end,\" said Morgan. \"It's\n going to end in a hospital. A mental hospital. They'll lock you", "\"Nothing. Oh, little things, insignificant little things. Your\n calendars, for instance. Naturally, I couldn't understand your", "The man thought for a minute. \"As I said, first there was\n a fall. About twenty feet. I didn't break any bones, but I was", "And then Morgan was laughing, laughing bitterly, tears\n rolling down his cheeks. \"And I'm the one man who couldn't\n help you if my life depended on it,\" he gasped.\n\n\n \"You believe me?\"", "being as I've ever seen.' And that was that.\" Parks laughed\n bitterly. \"I guess I was supposed to be happy with the verdict,", "I found out you wrote stories.\" He looked up eagerly. \"I've\n got to get back, Morgan, somehow. My life is there, my family.\n And think what it would mean to both of our worlds—contact", "another assistant came along and told me flatly that the mayor\n wouldn't see me unless I stated my business first.\" He drew in\n a deep breath. \"So I stated it. And then I was gently but firmly", "Morgan didn't move. He just stared. \"How many people\n have you talked to?\" he asked.\n\n\n \"A dozen, a hundred, maybe a thousand.\"\n\n\n \"And how many believed you?\"", "Finally the man looked up. His eyes were dark, with a\n hunted look in their depths that chilled Morgan a little. \"Where", "\"Why should they?\" asked Morgan. \"You look like a human\n being. You talk like one. You eat like one. You act like one.\n What you're asking them to believe is utterly incredible.\"" ], [ "\"All right, let's start from the beginning again,\" Morgan\n said. \"Maybe we can pin something down a little better. You\n say your name is Parks—right?\"", "Parks poured some more coffee. His face was very pale,\n Morgan thought, and his hands trembled as he raised the cup", "Parks shrugged tiredly. \"Not really. He examined me. He\n practically took me apart. I carefully refrained from saying", "Parks nodded.\n\n\n \"Fine. Now go through the whole story again. What happened\n first?\"", "The place was dark and almost empty. Overhead, a rotary\n fan swished patiently. The man across from Morgan ran a hand\n through his dark hair. \"There must be some other way,\" he", "being as I've ever seen.' And that was that.\" Parks laughed\n bitterly. \"I guess I was supposed to be happy with the verdict,", "There was a desperate light in Parks' eyes. \"I was tired, tired\n of being laughed at, tired of having people looking at me as", "Finally the man looked up. His eyes were dark, with a\n hunted look in their depths that chilled Morgan a little. \"Where", "on the back and said, 'Parks, you've got nothing to worry\n about. You're as fine, strapping a specimen of a healthy human", "Morgan nodded. \"I'm beginning to get the pattern. So what\n did you do next?\"", "Morgan nodded sourly. \"Because you're not a human\n being,\" he said.", "And then Morgan was laughing, laughing bitterly, tears\n rolling down his cheeks. \"And I'm the one man who couldn't\n help you if my life depended on it,\" he gasped.\n\n\n \"You believe me?\"", "Morgan nodded. \"I know, I noticed. What did you do when\n you got to New York?\"", "The man shifted uneasily in his seat. He was silent, staring\n down at his plate. Not a strange-looking man, Morgan thought.", "The man nodded. \"Jefferson Haldeman Parks, if that helps\n any. Haldeman was my mother's maiden name.\"\n\n\n \"All right. And you got into town on Friday—right?\"", "Morgan didn't move. He just stared. \"How many people\n have you talked to?\" he asked.\n\n\n \"A dozen, a hundred, maybe a thousand.\"\n\n\n \"And how many believed you?\"", "Parks dropped two small gold discs on the table. They were\n perfectly smooth and perfectly round, tapered by wear to a", "\"I'll tell you where it's going to end,\" said Morgan. \"It's\n going to end in a hospital. A mental hospital. They'll lock you", "Jefferson Parks gripped the table, his knuckles white.\n \"Why?\" he cried hoarsely. \"If you believe me, why can't you\n help me?\"", "\"They didn't believe you,\" said Morgan.\n\n\n \"Not for a minute. They laughed in my face.\"" ] ]

[ "Which of the following words best describes Mr. Jonathan Chambers?", "Why was Mr. Chambers fired from his university?", "How does Dr. Harcourt likely feel about Mr. Chambers' book now?", "How do Mr. Chambers' dreams connect with the events of the story?", "How does Mr. Chambers' favorite picture symbolize the events in the story?", "How is the other universe taking over Mr. Chambers' universe?", "Why did Mr. Chambers' room last so much longer than other parts of the neighborhood?", "Why doesn't Mr. Chambers talk to anyone?", "Why doesn't Mr. Chambers' read or listen to the news?", "What is Mr. Chambers' first indication that something is wrong?" ]

[ [ "Habitual", "Mad", "Mean", "Shy" ], [ "He was too unsociable.", "Dr. Harcourt did not like him.", "He exposed students to a philosophy.", "He wrote a book." ], [ "He does not like it.", "He likes it, but does not believe it could be true.", "He ridicules it.", "He has decided that it could be true." ], [ "The island is his job at the university, and the snakes are the people who fired him.", "The island is his solitude, and the snakes are people who want to talk to him.", "The dreams are unrelated.", "The island is his room, and the snakes are the other minds." ], [ "Mr. Chambers is the ship in the foreground and the other universe is the vague outline of the larger ship.", "The picture does not symbolize any events in the story.", "Mr. Chambers is the ship in the foreground, and his old life is the vague outline of the larger ship.", "Mr. Chambers is the ship in the foreground, and other people are the vague outline of the larger ship." ], [ "Thousands of minds from another universe are working together.", "All of these factors contribute.", "War and plague wiped out billions of people.", "One powerful mind set its sights and machinations on Mr. Chambers' universe." ], [ "He is actually only imagining this.", "His mind is unusually strong.", "He has spend so much time and attention in this room.", "The other minds are worried about him." ], [ "He wants to, but other people don't want to talk to him.", "He is shy.", "He gave up on relationships after losing his job.", "He does not like people." ], [ "He does not like the news.", "He does not like to be tricked by radio dramas.", "He does read and listen to the news.", "He gave up on current events after losing his job." ], [ "He arrives home early.", "He overhears upsetting news about the Empire State Building.", "He forgot a cigar.", "He is having bad dreams." ] ]

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[ [ "But as Mr. Chambers neared them they fell into what seemed an\n abashed silence and watched him pass. He, on his part, gave them", "Further reverie became an effort as Mr. Chambers felt himself\n succumbing to weariness. He undressed and went to bed. For an\n hour he lay awake, assailed by vague fears he could neither\n define nor understand.", "There was something back of this, Mr. Chambers told himself.\n Something that reached far back into one corner of his brain and\n demanded recognition. Something tied up with the fragments of", "Mr. Chambers got to his feet, strode to the door, opened it and\n looked out.\n\n\n Moonlight tesselated the street in black and silver, etching the\n chimneys and trees against a silvered sky.", "Mr. Chambers took it down now, opened its cover and began\n thumbing slowly through the pages. For a moment the memory of\n happier days swept over him.", "Mr. Chambers had written.", "And beyond, like a final backdrop, rose a titanic wall. It was\n from that wall ... from its crenelated parapets and battlements\n that Mr. Chambers felt the eyes peering at him.", "The light through the windows slowly grew brighter. Mr. Chambers\n slid out of bed, slowly crossed to the window, the cold of the\n floor biting into his bare feet. He forced himself to look out.", "Mr. Chambers shivered, reached to turn up the collar of his coat,\n then stopped as he realized the room must be warm. A fire blazed", "Mr. Chambers loved that picture. It had depth, he always said. It\n showed an old sailing ship in the foreground on a placid sea. Far\n in the distance, almost on the horizon line, was the vague\n outline of a larger vessel.", "With a wild cry, Mr. Chambers turned and ran. Back down the\n street he raced, coat streaming after him in the wind, bowler hat\n bouncing on his head.", "Mr. Chambers pushed open the door of his house. But he did not\n lock it. There was no need of locks ... not any more.", "him. Even the man at the Red Star confectionery, where he bought\n his cigar, remained silent while the purchase was being made. Mr.\n Chambers merely tapped on the glass top of the counter with a", "Gulping in fright, Mr. Chambers slammed the door shut, locked it\n and double bolted it. Then he went to his bedroom and took two\n sleeping powders.", "Mr. Chambers turned his eyes back into the room. The clock was\n ticking slowly, steadily. The greyness was stealing into the\n room.", "But silence was no strange thing to Mr. Chambers. Once he had\n loved music ... the kind of music he could get by tuning in", "Weakly Mr. Chambers moved back to his chair in the corner.\n\n\n \"So here I am,\" he said, half aloud.", "snarling and growling, snapping at his heels. But Mr. Chambers\n pretended not to notice and the beast gave up the chase.", "One of the men half started forward as if to speak to him, but\n then stepped back and Mr. Chambers continued on his walk.", "Shaken, muttering to himself, Mr. Chambers let himself in his\n house and locked the door behind him." ], [ "forgotten, but whatever it was had been considered sufficiently\n revolutionary to cost Mr. Chambers his post at the university.", "Mr. Chambers took it down now, opened its cover and began\n thumbing slowly through the pages. For a moment the memory of\n happier days swept over him.", "Further reverie became an effort as Mr. Chambers felt himself\n succumbing to weariness. He undressed and went to bed. For an\n hour he lay awake, assailed by vague fears he could neither\n define nor understand.", "Mr. Chambers shivered, reached to turn up the collar of his coat,\n then stopped as he realized the room must be warm. A fire blazed", "He\nhad written that. And because of those words he had been\n called a heretic, had been compelled to resign his position at\n the university, had been forced into this hermit life.", "There was something back of this, Mr. Chambers told himself.\n Something that reached far back into one corner of his brain and\n demanded recognition. Something tied up with the fragments of", "Mr. Chambers had written.", "But as Mr. Chambers neared them they fell into what seemed an\n abashed silence and watched him pass. He, on his part, gave them", "There were many volumes in the case: his beloved classics on the\n first shelf, his many scientific works on the lower shelves. The\n second shelf contained but one book. And it was around this book\n that Mr. Chambers' entire life was centered.", "and take his\n universe into its own plane!\nAbruptly Mr. Chambers closed the book, shoved it back in the case\n and picked up his hat and coat.", "Gulping in fright, Mr. Chambers slammed the door shut, locked it\n and double bolted it. Then he went to his bedroom and took two\n sleeping powders.", "Weakly Mr. Chambers moved back to his chair in the corner.\n\n\n \"So here I am,\" he said, half aloud.", "Mr. Chambers pushed open the door of his house. But he did not\n lock it. There was no need of locks ... not any more.", "Mr. Chambers got to his feet, strode to the door, opened it and\n looked out.\n\n\n Moonlight tesselated the street in black and silver, etching the\n chimneys and trees against a silvered sky.", "With a wild cry, Mr. Chambers turned and ran. Back down the\n street he raced, coat streaming after him in the wind, bowler hat\n bouncing on his head.", "connected with his name ... at the time an academic scandal. He\n had written a book, and he had taught the subject matter of that\n volume to his classes. What that subject matter was, had long been", "Shaken, muttering to himself, Mr. Chambers let himself in his\n house and locked the door behind him.", "The light through the windows slowly grew brighter. Mr. Chambers\n slid out of bed, slowly crossed to the window, the cold of the\n floor biting into his bare feet. He forced himself to look out.", "For people long ago had gathered that Mr. Chambers desired to be\n left alone. The newer generation of townsfolk called it", "But silence was no strange thing to Mr. Chambers. Once he had\n loved music ... the kind of music he could get by tuning in" ], [ "Mr. Chambers took it down now, opened its cover and began\n thumbing slowly through the pages. For a moment the memory of\n happier days swept over him.", "There were many volumes in the case: his beloved classics on the\n first shelf, his many scientific works on the lower shelves. The\n second shelf contained but one book. And it was around this book\n that Mr. Chambers' entire life was centered.", "Further reverie became an effort as Mr. Chambers felt himself\n succumbing to weariness. He undressed and went to bed. For an\n hour he lay awake, assailed by vague fears he could neither\n define nor understand.", "probably. He remembered one from many years before, something\n about the Martians. And Harcourt! What did Harcourt have to do\n with it? He was one of the men who had ridiculed the book", "Mr. Chambers shivered, reached to turn up the collar of his coat,\n then stopped as he realized the room must be warm. A fire blazed", "But as Mr. Chambers neared them they fell into what seemed an\n abashed silence and watched him pass. He, on his part, gave them", "Mr. Chambers had written.", "and take his\n universe into its own plane!\nAbruptly Mr. Chambers closed the book, shoved it back in the case\n and picked up his hat and coat.", "There was something back of this, Mr. Chambers told himself.\n Something that reached far back into one corner of his brain and\n demanded recognition. Something tied up with the fragments of", "Mr. Chambers turned his eyes back into the room. The clock was\n ticking slowly, steadily. The greyness was stealing into the\n room.", "Perhaps if he thought of how his neighbor's house should look, it\n too might right itself. But Mr. Chambers was very weary. Too\n weary to think about the house.", "With a sigh of relief, Mr. Chambers turned back into the hall.\n\n\n But before he closed the door, he looked again. The house was\n lop-sided ... as bad, perhaps worse than before!", "Mr. Chambers pushed open the door of his house. But he did not\n lock it. There was no need of locks ... not any more.", "Weakly Mr. Chambers moved back to his chair in the corner.\n\n\n \"So here I am,\" he said, half aloud.", "And beyond, like a final backdrop, rose a titanic wall. It was\n from that wall ... from its crenelated parapets and battlements\n that Mr. Chambers felt the eyes peering at him.", "Gulping in fright, Mr. Chambers slammed the door shut, locked it\n and double bolted it. Then he went to his bedroom and took two\n sleeping powders.", "With a wild cry, Mr. Chambers turned and ran. Back down the\n street he raced, coat streaming after him in the wind, bowler hat\n bouncing on his head.", "Mr. Chambers got to his feet, strode to the door, opened it and\n looked out.\n\n\n Moonlight tesselated the street in black and silver, etching the\n chimneys and trees against a silvered sky.", "The light through the windows slowly grew brighter. Mr. Chambers\n slid out of bed, slowly crossed to the window, the cold of the\n floor biting into his bare feet. He forced himself to look out.", "The tree was there now. But it hadn't been when he first had\n looked. Mr. Chambers was sure of that." ], [ "Further reverie became an effort as Mr. Chambers felt himself\n succumbing to weariness. He undressed and went to bed. For an\n hour he lay awake, assailed by vague fears he could neither\n define nor understand.", "There was something back of this, Mr. Chambers told himself.\n Something that reached far back into one corner of his brain and\n demanded recognition. Something tied up with the fragments of", "Gulping in fright, Mr. Chambers slammed the door shut, locked it\n and double bolted it. Then he went to his bedroom and took two\n sleeping powders.", "The light through the windows slowly grew brighter. Mr. Chambers\n slid out of bed, slowly crossed to the window, the cold of the\n floor biting into his bare feet. He forced himself to look out.", "Mr. Chambers got to his feet, strode to the door, opened it and\n looked out.\n\n\n Moonlight tesselated the street in black and silver, etching the\n chimneys and trees against a silvered sky.", "Mr. Chambers took it down now, opened its cover and began\n thumbing slowly through the pages. For a moment the memory of\n happier days swept over him.", "Mr. Chambers shivered, reached to turn up the collar of his coat,\n then stopped as he realized the room must be warm. A fire blazed", "Perhaps if he thought of how his neighbor's house should look, it\n too might right itself. But Mr. Chambers was very weary. Too\n weary to think about the house.", "Mr. Chambers pushed open the door of his house. But he did not\n lock it. There was no need of locks ... not any more.", "And beyond, like a final backdrop, rose a titanic wall. It was\n from that wall ... from its crenelated parapets and battlements\n that Mr. Chambers felt the eyes peering at him.", "Mr. Chambers turned his eyes back into the room. The clock was\n ticking slowly, steadily. The greyness was stealing into the\n room.", "But as Mr. Chambers neared them they fell into what seemed an\n abashed silence and watched him pass. He, on his part, gave them", "When finally he dozed off it was to lose himself in a series of\n horrific dreams. He dreamed first that he was a castaway on a", "But silence was no strange thing to Mr. Chambers. Once he had\n loved music ... the kind of music he could get by tuning in", "Mr. Chambers had written.", "With a wild cry, Mr. Chambers turned and ran. Back down the\n street he raced, coat streaming after him in the wind, bowler hat\n bouncing on his head.", "Mr. Chambers loved that picture. It had depth, he always said. It\n showed an old sailing ship in the foreground on a placid sea. Far\n in the distance, almost on the horizon line, was the vague\n outline of a larger vessel.", "The room, or what was left of it, plunged into dreadful silence.\n\n\n Mr. Chambers started. The clock had stopped. Funny ... the first\n time in twenty years.", "snarling and growling, snapping at his heels. But Mr. Chambers\n pretended not to notice and the beast gave up the chase.", "Weakly Mr. Chambers moved back to his chair in the corner.\n\n\n \"So here I am,\" he said, half aloud." ], [ "Mr. Chambers loved that picture. It had depth, he always said. It\n showed an old sailing ship in the foreground on a placid sea. Far\n in the distance, almost on the horizon line, was the vague\n outline of a larger vessel.", "Mr. Chambers took it down now, opened its cover and began\n thumbing slowly through the pages. For a moment the memory of\n happier days swept over him.", "There was something back of this, Mr. Chambers told himself.\n Something that reached far back into one corner of his brain and\n demanded recognition. Something tied up with the fragments of", "Mr. Chambers turned his eyes back into the room. The clock was\n ticking slowly, steadily. The greyness was stealing into the\n room.", "Mr. Chambers stared at the marine print and for a moment a little\n breath of reassurance returned to him.\nThey\ncouldn't take this", "But silence was no strange thing to Mr. Chambers. Once he had\n loved music ... the kind of music he could get by tuning in", "The light through the windows slowly grew brighter. Mr. Chambers\n slid out of bed, slowly crossed to the window, the cold of the\n floor biting into his bare feet. He forced himself to look out.", "Mr. Chambers got to his feet, strode to the door, opened it and\n looked out.\n\n\n Moonlight tesselated the street in black and silver, etching the\n chimneys and trees against a silvered sky.", "There were many volumes in the case: his beloved classics on the\n first shelf, his many scientific works on the lower shelves. The\n second shelf contained but one book. And it was around this book\n that Mr. Chambers' entire life was centered.", "And beyond, like a final backdrop, rose a titanic wall. It was\n from that wall ... from its crenelated parapets and battlements\n that Mr. Chambers felt the eyes peering at him.", "Perhaps if he thought of how his neighbor's house should look, it\n too might right itself. But Mr. Chambers was very weary. Too\n weary to think about the house.", "Mr. Chambers shivered, reached to turn up the collar of his coat,\n then stopped as he realized the room must be warm. A fire blazed", "Further reverie became an effort as Mr. Chambers felt himself\n succumbing to weariness. He undressed and went to bed. For an\n hour he lay awake, assailed by vague fears he could neither\n define nor understand.", "This room, he knew, would stay the longest. And when the rest of\n the room was gone, this corner with his favorite chair would", "Weakly Mr. Chambers moved back to his chair in the corner.\n\n\n \"So here I am,\" he said, half aloud.", "Mr. Chambers pushed open the door of his house. But he did not\n lock it. There was no need of locks ... not any more.", "The room, or what was left of it, plunged into dreadful silence.\n\n\n Mr. Chambers started. The clock had stopped. Funny ... the first\n time in twenty years.", "Gulping in fright, Mr. Chambers slammed the door shut, locked it\n and double bolted it. Then he went to his bedroom and took two\n sleeping powders.", "But as Mr. Chambers neared them they fell into what seemed an\n abashed silence and watched him pass. He, on his part, gave them", "There were other pictures, too. The forest scene above the\n fireplace, the old English prints in the corner where he sat, the" ], [ "and take his\n universe into its own plane!\nAbruptly Mr. Chambers closed the book, shoved it back in the case\n and picked up his hat and coat.", "The light through the windows slowly grew brighter. Mr. Chambers\n slid out of bed, slowly crossed to the window, the cold of the\n floor biting into his bare feet. He forced himself to look out.", "Mr. Chambers pushed open the door of his house. But he did not\n lock it. There was no need of locks ... not any more.", "Further reverie became an effort as Mr. Chambers felt himself\n succumbing to weariness. He undressed and went to bed. For an\n hour he lay awake, assailed by vague fears he could neither\n define nor understand.", "Mr. Chambers turned his eyes back into the room. The clock was\n ticking slowly, steadily. The greyness was stealing into the\n room.", "Mr. Chambers got to his feet, strode to the door, opened it and\n looked out.\n\n\n Moonlight tesselated the street in black and silver, etching the\n chimneys and trees against a silvered sky.", "years after he had written those prophetic words the thing was\n happening. Man had played unwittingly into the hands of those\n other minds in the other dimension. Man had waged a war and war", "Mr. Chambers took it down now, opened its cover and began\n thumbing slowly through the pages. For a moment the memory of\n happier days swept over him.", "There was something back of this, Mr. Chambers told himself.\n Something that reached far back into one corner of his brain and\n demanded recognition. Something tied up with the fragments of", "There was a crowd of men in front of the drugstore at the corner\n of Oak and Lincoln and they were talking excitedly. Mr. Chambers\n caught some excited words: \"It's happening everywhere.... What", "But as Mr. Chambers neared them they fell into what seemed an\n abashed silence and watched him pass. He, on his part, gave them", "Gulping in fright, Mr. Chambers slammed the door shut, locked it\n and double bolted it. Then he went to his bedroom and took two\n sleeping powders.", "And beyond, like a final backdrop, rose a titanic wall. It was\n from that wall ... from its crenelated parapets and battlements\n that Mr. Chambers felt the eyes peering at him.", "The room, or what was left of it, plunged into dreadful silence.\n\n\n Mr. Chambers started. The clock had stopped. Funny ... the first\n time in twenty years.", "Perhaps if he thought of how his neighbor's house should look, it\n too might right itself. But Mr. Chambers was very weary. Too\n weary to think about the house.", "Mr. Chambers loved that picture. It had depth, he always said. It\n showed an old sailing ship in the foreground on a placid sea. Far\n in the distance, almost on the horizon line, was the vague\n outline of a larger vessel.", "A silver moon shone over the chimney tops and a chill, impish\n October wind was rustling the dead leaves when Mr. Chambers\n started out at seven o'clock.", "There were many volumes in the case: his beloved classics on the\n first shelf, his many scientific works on the lower shelves. The\n second shelf contained but one book. And it was around this book\n that Mr. Chambers' entire life was centered.", "Granting then that the power of men's minds alone holds this\n universe, or at least this world in its present form, may we not\n go farther and envision other minds in some other plane watching", "Mr. Chambers shivered, reached to turn up the collar of his coat,\n then stopped as he realized the room must be warm. A fire blazed" ], [ "Mr. Chambers turned his eyes back into the room. The clock was\n ticking slowly, steadily. The greyness was stealing into the\n room.", "lived with this room. Their interests had been divided, thinly\n spread; their thoughts had not been concentrated as his upon an\n area four blocks by three, or a room fourteen by twelve.", "Mr. Chambers shivered, reached to turn up the collar of his coat,\n then stopped as he realized the room must be warm. A fire blazed", "Mr. Chambers got to his feet, strode to the door, opened it and\n looked out.\n\n\n Moonlight tesselated the street in black and silver, etching the\n chimneys and trees against a silvered sky.", "Perhaps if he thought of how his neighbor's house should look, it\n too might right itself. But Mr. Chambers was very weary. Too\n weary to think about the house.", "The light through the windows slowly grew brighter. Mr. Chambers\n slid out of bed, slowly crossed to the window, the cold of the\n floor biting into his bare feet. He forced himself to look out.", "Further reverie became an effort as Mr. Chambers felt himself\n succumbing to weariness. He undressed and went to bed. For an\n hour he lay awake, assailed by vague fears he could neither\n define nor understand.", "The room, or what was left of it, plunged into dreadful silence.\n\n\n Mr. Chambers started. The clock had stopped. Funny ... the first\n time in twenty years.", "And beyond, like a final backdrop, rose a titanic wall. It was\n from that wall ... from its crenelated parapets and battlements\n that Mr. Chambers felt the eyes peering at him.", "There was something back of this, Mr. Chambers told himself.\n Something that reached far back into one corner of his brain and\n demanded recognition. Something tied up with the fragments of", "But as Mr. Chambers neared them they fell into what seemed an\n abashed silence and watched him pass. He, on his part, gave them", "With a sigh of relief, Mr. Chambers turned back into the hall.\n\n\n But before he closed the door, he looked again. The house was\n lop-sided ... as bad, perhaps worse than before!", "This was his room, he thought. Rooms acquire the personality of\n the person who lives in them, become a part of him. This was his\n world, his own private world, and as such it would be the last to\n go.", "Mr. Chambers took it down now, opened its cover and began\n thumbing slowly through the pages. For a moment the memory of\n happier days swept over him.", "No, he hadn't. Take this room, for example. After twenty years it\n had come to be as much a part of him as the clothes he wore.", "For people long ago had gathered that Mr. Chambers desired to be\n left alone. The newer generation of townsfolk called it", "Mr. Chambers pushed open the door of his house. But he did not\n lock it. There was no need of locks ... not any more.", "Gulping in fright, Mr. Chambers slammed the door shut, locked it\n and double bolted it. Then he went to his bedroom and took two\n sleeping powders.", "The street was gone. The rest of his house was gone. This room\n still retained its form.", "This room, he knew, would stay the longest. And when the rest of\n the room was gone, this corner with his favorite chair would" ], [ "But as Mr. Chambers neared them they fell into what seemed an\n abashed silence and watched him pass. He, on his part, gave them", "One of the men half started forward as if to speak to him, but\n then stepped back and Mr. Chambers continued on his walk.", "him. Even the man at the Red Star confectionery, where he bought\n his cigar, remained silent while the purchase was being made. Mr.\n Chambers merely tapped on the glass top of the counter with a", "For people long ago had gathered that Mr. Chambers desired to be\n left alone. The newer generation of townsfolk called it", "But silence was no strange thing to Mr. Chambers. Once he had\n loved music ... the kind of music he could get by tuning in", "Shaken, muttering to himself, Mr. Chambers let himself in his\n house and locked the door behind him.", "Weakly Mr. Chambers moved back to his chair in the corner.\n\n\n \"So here I am,\" he said, half aloud.", "Further reverie became an effort as Mr. Chambers felt himself\n succumbing to weariness. He undressed and went to bed. For an\n hour he lay awake, assailed by vague fears he could neither\n define nor understand.", "Gulping in fright, Mr. Chambers slammed the door shut, locked it\n and double bolted it. Then he went to his bedroom and took two\n sleeping powders.", "no sign of recognition. That was the way it had been for many\n years, ever since the people had become convinced that he did not\n wish to talk.", "Mr. Chambers shivered, reached to turn up the collar of his coat,\n then stopped as he realized the room must be warm. A fire blazed", "Perhaps if he thought of how his neighbor's house should look, it\n too might right itself. But Mr. Chambers was very weary. Too\n weary to think about the house.", "Mr. Chambers pushed open the door of his house. But he did not\n lock it. There was no need of locks ... not any more.", "Mr. Chambers got to his feet, strode to the door, opened it and\n looked out.\n\n\n Moonlight tesselated the street in black and silver, etching the\n chimneys and trees against a silvered sky.", "The room, or what was left of it, plunged into dreadful silence.\n\n\n Mr. Chambers started. The clock had stopped. Funny ... the first\n time in twenty years.", "Mr. Chambers turned his eyes back into the room. The clock was\n ticking slowly, steadily. The greyness was stealing into the\n room.", "Mr. Chambers had written.", "The light through the windows slowly grew brighter. Mr. Chambers\n slid out of bed, slowly crossed to the window, the cold of the\n floor biting into his bare feet. He forced himself to look out.", "There was something back of this, Mr. Chambers told himself.\n Something that reached far back into one corner of his brain and\n demanded recognition. Something tied up with the fragments of", "symphonic orchestras on the radio. But the radio stood silent in\n the corner, the cord out of its socket. Mr. Chambers had pulled\n it out many years before. To be precise, upon the night when the" ], [ "But as Mr. Chambers neared them they fell into what seemed an\n abashed silence and watched him pass. He, on his part, gave them", "He had stopped reading newspapers and magazines too, had exiled\n himself to a few city blocks. And as the years flowed by, that", "But silence was no strange thing to Mr. Chambers. Once he had\n loved music ... the kind of music he could get by tuning in", "Gulping in fright, Mr. Chambers slammed the door shut, locked it\n and double bolted it. Then he went to his bedroom and took two\n sleeping powders.", "him. Even the man at the Red Star confectionery, where he bought\n his cigar, remained silent while the purchase was being made. Mr.\n Chambers merely tapped on the glass top of the counter with a", "symphonic orchestras on the radio. But the radio stood silent in\n the corner, the cord out of its socket. Mr. Chambers had pulled\n it out many years before. To be precise, upon the night when the", "Further reverie became an effort as Mr. Chambers felt himself\n succumbing to weariness. He undressed and went to bed. For an\n hour he lay awake, assailed by vague fears he could neither\n define nor understand.", "But recluse though he was, he could not on occasion escape from\n hearing things. Things the newsboy shouted on the streets, things\n the men talked about on the drugstore corner when they didn't see\n him coming.", "Mr. Chambers pushed open the door of his house. But he did not\n lock it. There was no need of locks ... not any more.", "For people long ago had gathered that Mr. Chambers desired to be\n left alone. The newer generation of townsfolk called it", "But those things he put away as items far removed from his own\n small world. He disregarded them. He pretended he had never heard\n of them. Others might discuss and worry over them if they wished.\n To him they simply did not matter.", "One of the men half started forward as if to speak to him, but\n then stepped back and Mr. Chambers continued on his walk.", "The light through the windows slowly grew brighter. Mr. Chambers\n slid out of bed, slowly crossed to the window, the cold of the\n floor biting into his bare feet. He forced himself to look out.", "Mr. Chambers took it down now, opened its cover and began\n thumbing slowly through the pages. For a moment the memory of\n happier days swept over him.", "Perhaps if he thought of how his neighbor's house should look, it\n too might right itself. But Mr. Chambers was very weary. Too\n weary to think about the house.", "Mr. Chambers shivered, reached to turn up the collar of his coat,\n then stopped as he realized the room must be warm. A fire blazed", "A radio was blaring down the street and faint wisps of what it\n was blurting floated to Mr. Chambers.", "\"Oh, well,\" said Mr. Chambers, \"I never did like that very well.\"", "Mr. Chambers turned his eyes back into the room. The clock was\n ticking slowly, steadily. The greyness was stealing into the\n room.", "The wind whipped the muted words away and Mr. Chambers grumbled\n to himself. Another one of those fantastic radio dramas," ], [ "Further reverie became an effort as Mr. Chambers felt himself\n succumbing to weariness. He undressed and went to bed. For an\n hour he lay awake, assailed by vague fears he could neither\n define nor understand.", "Mr. Chambers shivered, reached to turn up the collar of his coat,\n then stopped as he realized the room must be warm. A fire blazed", "There was something back of this, Mr. Chambers told himself.\n Something that reached far back into one corner of his brain and\n demanded recognition. Something tied up with the fragments of", "Mr. Chambers turned his eyes back into the room. The clock was\n ticking slowly, steadily. The greyness was stealing into the\n room.", "The light through the windows slowly grew brighter. Mr. Chambers\n slid out of bed, slowly crossed to the window, the cold of the\n floor biting into his bare feet. He forced himself to look out.", "Mr. Chambers got to his feet, strode to the door, opened it and\n looked out.\n\n\n Moonlight tesselated the street in black and silver, etching the\n chimneys and trees against a silvered sky.", "But as Mr. Chambers neared them they fell into what seemed an\n abashed silence and watched him pass. He, on his part, gave them", "Mr. Chambers took it down now, opened its cover and began\n thumbing slowly through the pages. For a moment the memory of\n happier days swept over him.", "The room, or what was left of it, plunged into dreadful silence.\n\n\n Mr. Chambers started. The clock had stopped. Funny ... the first\n time in twenty years.", "But silence was no strange thing to Mr. Chambers. Once he had\n loved music ... the kind of music he could get by tuning in", "Gulping in fright, Mr. Chambers slammed the door shut, locked it\n and double bolted it. Then he went to his bedroom and took two\n sleeping powders.", "Shaken, muttering to himself, Mr. Chambers let himself in his\n house and locked the door behind him.", "Mr. Chambers had written.", "The tree was there now. But it hadn't been when he first had\n looked. Mr. Chambers was sure of that.", "Mr. Chambers pushed open the door of his house. But he did not\n lock it. There was no need of locks ... not any more.", "And beyond, like a final backdrop, rose a titanic wall. It was\n from that wall ... from its crenelated parapets and battlements\n that Mr. Chambers felt the eyes peering at him.", "With a sigh of relief, Mr. Chambers turned back into the hall.\n\n\n But before he closed the door, he looked again. The house was\n lop-sided ... as bad, perhaps worse than before!", "Perhaps if he thought of how his neighbor's house should look, it\n too might right itself. But Mr. Chambers was very weary. Too\n weary to think about the house.", "One of the men half started forward as if to speak to him, but\n then stepped back and Mr. Chambers continued on his walk.", "Weakly Mr. Chambers moved back to his chair in the corner.\n\n\n \"So here I am,\" he said, half aloud." ] ]

[ "What do the robots want?", "What is NOT a response to the flying bread loaves?", "Why does Tin Philosopher tell the history of bread?", "Which of the following best describes how the robots feel toward humans?", "Which of these words best describes the tone of this story?", "Why did the Blonde Icicle melt?", "Which of the following is NOT a process of the walking mills?", "What do the robots wish they could experience?", "Was the flying bread good or bad?" ]

[ [ "To sell bread", "To create world peace", "To improve bread chemistry", "To please humans" ], [ "Treating them as a spiritual sign", "Laughing at them", "Worker strikes", "Shooting them" ], [ "He wants to show how important bread has been to humanity.", "He wants to explain the importance of a new development in bread science.", "He wants to fill time until they find out how well the helium loaves are selling.", "He wants to explain how important robot workers are to the process." ], [ "Neutral", "Resentful", "Proud", "Protective" ], [ "Serious", "Humorous", "Suspenseful", "Romantic" ], [ "She saw value where she didn't see it before.", "She was so happy about how much money they would make.", "She sang the theme for Puffy Products.", "She stopped being angry about the floating bread." ], [ "Baking the bread", "Separating the wheat from the chaff", "Eating the grain", "Shipping the bread" ], [ "Caffeine", "Touch", "Love", "Taste" ], [ "It was bad because it wasted tons of grain.", "It was good because it alleviated tension.", "It was bad because it created many dangerous situations.", "It was good because it ended hunger all over the world." ] ]

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[ [ "\"Good-o, Rosie! That makes another\n victory for robot-engineered\n world unity, though you almost", "THE robot claws of the pickup\n machines clutched in vain, and,\n not noticing the difference, proceeded\n carefully to stack emptiness,", "Philosopher. \"I get whopping mad,\n Old Machine, whenever I hear that\n other slogan of theirs, the discriminatory\n one—'Untouched by Robot", "The walking mills resembled fat\n metal serpents, rather larger than\n those Chinese paper dragons animated\n by files of men in procession.\n Sensory robot devices in\n their noses informed them that\n the waiting wheat had reached ripe\n perfection.", "Claws.' Just because they employ a\n few filthy androids in their factories!\"", "Rose Thinker spun twice on her\n chair and opened her photocells\n wide. Tin Philosopher coughed to\n limber up the diaphragm of his\n speaker and continued:", "She shrugged. \"I don't know—oh,\n yes, I do. I was remembering\n one of the workers' songs we machines\n used to chant during the Big\n Strike—", "and made strange gulping noises.\n Tin Philosopher's photocells focused\n on him calmly, Rose\n Thinker's with unfeigned excitement.", "long crisis session at last ended.\n Empty coffee cartons were scattered\n around the chairs of the three\n humans, dead batteries around\n those of the two machines. For a", "machine on his left did a couple\n of impulsive pirouettes on the way\n and twittered a greeting to Meg\n and Roger. The other machine quietly", "know only too well!—we machines\n would suffer the most. Now if we\n can only arrange, say, a fur-famine\n in Alaska and a migration of long-haired", "Here the machine shuddered\n with delicate clinkings. \"Therefore,\n we of Puffyloaf are taking today", "machines don't pray, except Tibetan\n prayer wheels.\"", "\"Ladies—\" he inclined his photocells\n toward Rose Thinker and Meg—\"and\n gentlemen. This is a historic", "\"Hah! I guarantee you won't\n have any fingers left. You're bold\n enough now, but when Mr. Gryce\n and those two big machines come\n through that door—\"", "\"Good!\" Roger cried. \"We'll\n tether 'em on strings and sell 'em\n like balloons. No mother-child", "\"So, when this morning's loaves\n began to arrive on the delivery\n platforms of the walking mills....\"\n Tin Philosopher left the remark\n unfinished.\n\n\n \"Exactly,\" Roger agreed dismally.", "again, and was found posted\n with oxygen mask and submachine gun\n on the topmost spire of Puffyloaf\n Tower, apparently determined\n to shoot down the loaves as they", "machine. You have at last made a\n reality of the 'rises through the air'\n part of Puffybread's theme. They\n can't ever take that away from you.", "jerked off the earphones with a\n happy shout and sprang to his feet.\n\"LISTEN to this!\" he cried in\n a ringing voice. \"As a result" ], [ "By now, half the inhabitants of the\n Great Plains must have observed\n our flying loaves rising high.\"", "Rumors that a fusion weapon\n would be exploded in the midst of\n the flying bread drew angry protests\n from conservationists and a flood\n of telefax pamphlets titled \"H-Loaf\n or H-bomb?\"", "The behavior of birds varied\n considerably. Most fled or gave the\n loaves a wide berth, but some\n bolder species, discovering the minimal", "A flock of crows rose from the\n trees of a nearby shelterbelt as the\n flight of loaves approached. The\n crows swooped to investigate and\n then suddenly scattered, screeching\n in panic.", "again, and was found posted\n with oxygen mask and submachine gun\n on the topmost spire of Puffyloaf\n Tower, apparently determined\n to shoot down the loaves as they", "of the flying bread. Tickets\n for sightseeing space in skyscrapers\n were sold at high prices; cold meats\n and potted spreads were hawked to", "wiped off the injured loaf, set\n it aside—where it bobbed on one\n corner, unable to take off again—and\n went back to the work of", "\"It isn't, Mr. Gryce!\" she gasped\n in horror. \"Fairy Bread is outselling\n Puffyloaves by an infinity factor.", "of the worldwide publicity, Puffyloaves\n are outselling Fairy Bread\n three to one—and that's just the\n old carbon-dioxide stock from our", "Meanwhile, the main flight, now\n augmented by other bread flocks\n from scores and hundreds of walking\n mills that had started work a", "swamped with flying-bread\n inquiries. Aero-expresslines: Clear\n our airways or face law suit. U. S.\n Army: Why do loaves flame when", "At scattered points, seagulls were\n observed fighting over individual\n loaves floating down from the gray\n roof—that was all.", "\"Not at all, son; go straight\n ahead,\" the great manager said approvingly.\n \"You're\"—he laughed\n in anticipation of getting off a\n memorable remark—\"rising to the\n challenging situation like a genuine\n Puffyloaf.\"", "\"Thanks, T.P.,\" P.T. then said.\n \"And now for the Moment of\n Truth. Miss Winterly, how is the\n helium loaf selling?\"", "viewers with the assurance that\n they would be able to snag the\n bread out of the air and enjoy a\n historic sandwich.", "\"For a while, barbarous faddists—blind\n to the deeply spiritual nature\n of bread, which is recognized", "Business Machines. The great\n bread flight was over, though for\n several weeks afterward scattered\n falls of loaves occurred, giving rise\n to a new folklore of manna among", "Thus instantly risen, the dough\n was clipped into loaves and shot\n into radionic ovens forming the", "\"So, when this morning's loaves\n began to arrive on the delivery\n platforms of the walking mills....\"\n Tin Philosopher left the remark\n unfinished.\n\n\n \"Exactly,\" Roger agreed dismally.", "the old flying-saucer scares, stated\n that now apparently bread was to\n be included in the mad aerial tea\n party." ], [ "\"So, when this morning's loaves\n began to arrive on the delivery\n platforms of the walking mills....\"\n Tin Philosopher left the remark\n unfinished.\n\n\n \"Exactly,\" Roger agreed dismally.", "The bread on which all Terra dotes!\n\"\n\"THANK YOU, Miss Winterly,\"\n said Tin Philosopher.", "Tin Philosopher lifted one of his\n own sets of bright talons. \"Thanks,\n P.T. But to continue my historical", "of her tortillas, mankind has\n sought lighter, whiter bread. Indeed,\n thinkers wiser than myself have\n equated the whole upward course of", "\"For a while, barbarous faddists—blind\n to the deeply spiritual nature\n of bread, which is recognized", "cooperation in the stretching of\n great nets between the skyscrapers\n to trap the errant loaves. He was\n captured by Tin Philosopher, escaped", "Rose Thinker spun twice on her\n chair and opened her photocells\n wide. Tin Philosopher coughed to\n limber up the diaphragm of his\n speaker and continued:", "Tin Philosopher kicked her under\n the table, while observing, \"So\n you see, Roger, that the non-delivery", "However, dear Rose, I'm glad you\n keep trying to outjingle those dirty\n crooks at Fairy Bread.\" He scowled,\n turning back his attention to Tin", "\"A sensible suggestion,\" Tin\n Philosopher said. \"But it comes a\n trifle late in the day. If the mills", "has kept it a corporation secret—even\n you've never been told\n about it—but just before he went\n crazy, Everett Whitehead discovered\n a way to make bread using", "By now, half the inhabitants of the\n Great Plains must have observed\n our flying loaves rising high.\"", "\"I'm sure we can take care of\n that quite handily,\" Tin Philosopher\n interrupted briskly. \"Puffyloaf", "for deep-freeze is involved and that\n the current consumption of bread,\n due to its matchless airiness, is\n eight and one-half loaves per person\n per day.\"", "\"I wonder what the stuff tastes\n like,\" Rose Thinker said out of a\n clear sky.\n\n\n \"I wonder what taste tastes like,\"\n Tin Philosopher echoed dreamily.\n Recovering himself, he continued:", "A mood of spirituality strongly\n tinged with humor seized the people\n of the world. Ministers sermonized\n about the bread, variously", "and made strange gulping noises.\n Tin Philosopher's photocells focused\n on him calmly, Rose\n Thinker's with unfeigned excitement.", "Meanwhile, the main flight, now\n augmented by other bread flocks\n from scores and hundreds of walking\n mills that had started work a", "Rumors that a fusion weapon\n would be exploded in the midst of\n the flying bread drew angry protests\n from conservationists and a flood\n of telefax pamphlets titled \"H-Loaf\n or H-bomb?\"", "viewers with the assurance that\n they would be able to snag the\n bread out of the air and enjoy a\n historic sandwich." ], [ "\"Good-o, Rosie! That makes another\n victory for robot-engineered\n world unity, though you almost", "Philosopher. \"I get whopping mad,\n Old Machine, whenever I hear that\n other slogan of theirs, the discriminatory\n one—'Untouched by Robot", "THE robot claws of the pickup\n machines clutched in vain, and,\n not noticing the difference, proceeded\n carefully to stack emptiness,", "The walking mills resembled fat\n metal serpents, rather larger than\n those Chinese paper dragons animated\n by files of men in procession.\n Sensory robot devices in\n their noses informed them that\n the waiting wheat had reached ripe\n perfection.", "know only too well!—we machines\n would suffer the most. Now if we\n can only arrange, say, a fur-famine\n in Alaska and a migration of long-haired", "Rose Thinker spun twice on her\n chair and opened her photocells\n wide. Tin Philosopher coughed to\n limber up the diaphragm of his\n speaker and continued:", "and made strange gulping noises.\n Tin Philosopher's photocells focused\n on him calmly, Rose\n Thinker's with unfeigned excitement.", "Claws.' Just because they employ a\n few filthy androids in their factories!\"", "machine on his left did a couple\n of impulsive pirouettes on the way\n and twittered a greeting to Meg\n and Roger. The other machine quietly", "She shrugged. \"I don't know—oh,\n yes, I do. I was remembering\n one of the workers' songs we machines\n used to chant during the Big\n Strike—", "long crisis session at last ended.\n Empty coffee cartons were scattered\n around the chairs of the three\n humans, dead batteries around\n those of the two machines. For a", "Here the machine shuddered\n with delicate clinkings. \"Therefore,\n we of Puffyloaf are taking today", "\"Good!\" Roger cried. \"We'll\n tether 'em on strings and sell 'em\n like balloons. No mother-child", "machines don't pray, except Tibetan\n prayer wheels.\"", "\"So, when this morning's loaves\n began to arrive on the delivery\n platforms of the walking mills....\"\n Tin Philosopher left the remark\n unfinished.\n\n\n \"Exactly,\" Roger agreed dismally.", "tier by tier. One errant loaf,\n rising more sluggishly than its fellows,\n was snagged by a thrusting\n claw. The machine paused, clumsily", "fatuously over her soft shoulder at\n Tin Philosopher who, as if moved\n by some similar feeling, reached\n over and touched claws with Rose\n Thinker.", "\"Ladies—\" he inclined his photocells\n toward Rose Thinker and Meg—\"and\n gentlemen. This is a historic", "the little fellows.... Anyhow,\n Rosie, with a spot of help from the\n Brotherhood, those humans will\n paint themselves into the peace\n corner yet.\"", "\"\nPHINEAS T. GRYCE wrinkled\n his nostrils at the pink machine\n as if he smelled her insulation" ], [ "from the laundry basket.\n Seconds later, the yawning correspondent\n of a regional newspaper\n was jotting down the lead of a humorous\n news story which, recalling", "jerked off the earphones with a\n happy shout and sprang to his feet.\n\"LISTEN to this!\" he cried in\n a ringing voice. \"As a result", "\"Though a purely figurative statement,\n that bit about rising through\n the air always gets me—here.\" He\n rapped his midsection, which gave\n off a high musical", "smoldering. He said mildly, \"A\n somewhat unhappy jingle, Rose,\n referring as it does to the end of\n the customer as consumer. Moreover,", "Golden Glacier said in tones not\n unkind. \"When are your high-strung,\n thoroughbred nerves going\n to accept the fact that I would", "\"My sweet little ever-victorious,\n self-propelled monkey wrench!\" she\n crooned in his ear. Roger looked", "purity, unequaled airiness and\n sheer intangible goodness was rapidly\n becoming mankind's supreme\n gustatory experience.\"", "\"Not at all, son; go straight\n ahead,\" the great manager said approvingly.\n \"You're\"—he laughed\n in anticipation of getting off a\n memorable remark—\"rising to the\n challenging situation like a genuine\n Puffyloaf.\"", "Phineas T. Gryce carefully inserted\n both hands into his scanty\n hair, feeling for a good grip. He\n leaned menacingly toward Roger\n who, chin resting on the table, regarded\n him apathetically.", "\"Oh, boy,\" Rose Thinker called\n gayly to Tin Philosopher, \"this\n looks like the start of a real crisis", "\"Good!\" Roger cried. \"We'll\n tether 'em on strings and sell 'em\n like balloons. No mother-child", "Tin Philosopher kicked her under\n the table, while observing, \"So\n you see, Roger, that the non-delivery", "\"Now wait a minute, Meg—\"\n\n\n \"Hush! They're coming now!\"", "\"Miss Winterly, please—our\n theme.\"\n\n\n The Blonde Icicle's face thawed\n into a little-girl smile as she chanted\n bubblingly:", "again, and was found posted\n with oxygen mask and submachine gun\n on the topmost spire of Puffyloaf\n Tower, apparently determined\n to shoot down the loaves as they", "ROGER'S voice was calm, although\n his eyes were feverishly\n bright, as he replied, \"A lot\n of things are going to be different", "Here the machine shuddered\n with delicate clinkings. \"Therefore,\n we of Puffyloaf are taking today", "tier by tier. One errant loaf,\n rising more sluggishly than its fellows,\n was snagged by a thrusting\n claw. The machine paused, clumsily", "interpreting it as a call to charity,\n a warning against gluttony, a parable\n of the evanescence of all\n earthly things, and a divine joke.", "\"So, when this morning's loaves\n began to arrive on the delivery\n platforms of the walking mills....\"\n Tin Philosopher left the remark\n unfinished.\n\n\n \"Exactly,\" Roger agreed dismally." ], [ "Meanwhile, he and Rose Thinker\n quietly watched the Blonde Icicle\n melt.\n—FRITZ LEIBER", "\"Miss Winterly, please—our\n theme.\"\n\n\n The Blonde Icicle's face thawed\n into a little-girl smile as she chanted\n bubblingly:", "Winterly, Secretary in Chief to the\n Managerial Board and referred to\n by her underlings as the Blonde\n Icicle, was dealing with the advances", "Golden Glacier said in tones not\n unkind. \"When are your high-strung,\n thoroughbred nerves going\n to accept the fact that I would", "Megera Winterly looked from\n the older man to the younger.\n Then in a single leap she was upon\n Roger, her arms wrapped tightly\n around him.", "\"My sweet little ever-victorious,\n self-propelled monkey wrench!\" she\n crooned in his ear. Roger looked", "smoldering. He said mildly, \"A\n somewhat unhappy jingle, Rose,\n referring as it does to the end of\n the customer as consumer. Moreover,", "\"Ever since the first cave wife\n boasted to her next-den neighbor\n about the superior paleness and fluffiness", "The business girl tore off her\n headphones. \"Roger Snedden,\" she\n cried with a hysteria that would", "wiped off the injured loaf, set\n it aside—where it bobbed on one\n corner, unable to take off again—and\n went back to the work of", "Tin Philosopher kicked her under\n the table, while observing, \"So\n you see, Roger, that the non-delivery", "Roger nodded obediently. But\n his pallor increased a shade, the\n pupils of his eyes disappeared under\n the upper lids, and his head\n burrowed beneath his forearms.", "She shrugged. \"I don't know—oh,\n yes, I do. I was remembering\n one of the workers' songs we machines\n used to chant during the Big\n Strike—", "jerked off the earphones with a\n happy shout and sprang to his feet.\n\"LISTEN to this!\" he cried in\n a ringing voice. \"As a result", "Roger Snedden turned pale.\n \"You canceled it?\" he quavered.\n \"And told them to go back to the\n lighter plastic wrappers?\"", "\"That's a beaut, all right, that\n ecto-dough blurb,\" Rose Thinker\n admitted, bugging her photocells\n sadly. \"Wait a sec. How about?—", "—and mankind had to eat crow!\nIllustrated by WOOD\nAS a blisteringly hot but\n guaranteed weather-controlled", "However, dear Rose, I'm glad you\n keep trying to outjingle those dirty\n crooks at Fairy Bread.\" He scowled,\n turning back his attention to Tin", "\"Though a purely figurative statement,\n that bit about rising through\n the air always gets me—here.\" He\n rapped his midsection, which gave\n off a high musical", "\"Thanks, T.P.,\" P.T. then said.\n \"And now for the Moment of\n Truth. Miss Winterly, how is the\n helium loaf selling?\"" ], [ "The walking mills resembled fat\n metal serpents, rather larger than\n those Chinese paper dragons animated\n by files of men in procession.\n Sensory robot devices in\n their noses informed them that\n the waiting wheat had reached ripe\n perfection.", "the kernels quick-dried\n and blown along into the mighty\n chests of the machines. There the\n tireless mills ground the kernels", "Meanwhile, the main flight, now\n augmented by other bread flocks\n from scores and hundreds of walking\n mills that had started work a", "\"So, when this morning's loaves\n began to arrive on the delivery\n platforms of the walking mills....\"\n Tin Philosopher left the remark\n unfinished.\n\n\n \"Exactly,\" Roger agreed dismally.", "are still walking and grinding, approximately\n seven billion Puffyloaves\n are at this moment cruising\n eastward over Middle America.\n Remember that a six-month supply", "\"A sensible suggestion,\" Tin\n Philosopher said. \"But it comes a\n trifle late in the day. If the mills", "future summer day\n dawned on the Mississippi Valley,\n the walking mills of Puffy Products\n (\"Spike to Loaf in One", "to flour, which was instantly sifted,\n the bran being packaged and\n dropped like the chaff for pickup.\n A cluster of tanks which gave", "grain. In their throats, it was\n threshed, the chaff bundled and\n burped aside for pickup by the\n crawl trucks of a chemical corporation,", "But now, behold a wonder! As\n loaves began to appear on the\n delivery platform of the first walking\n mill to get into action, they", "sell us stockpiled wheat if we need\n it. We can have our walking mills\n burrowing into the wheat caves in\n a matter of hours!", "\"Stop the mills!\" he roared at\n Meg Winterly, who nodded and\n whispered urgently into her mike.", "as \"the foaming of a sea of diamonds,\n the crackle of God's\n knuckles.\"\nBY THE millions and tens of\n millions, the loaves coasted", "Here the machine shuddered\n with delicate clinkings. \"Therefore,\n we of Puffyloaf are taking today", "Operation!\") began to tread delicately\n on their centipede legs\n across the wheat fields of Kansas.", "tier by tier. One errant loaf,\n rising more sluggishly than its fellows,\n was snagged by a thrusting\n claw. The machine paused, clumsily", "Business Machines. The great\n bread flight was over, though for\n several weeks afterward scattered\n falls of loaves occurred, giving rise\n to a new folklore of manna among", "She shrugged. \"I don't know—oh,\n yes, I do. I was remembering\n one of the workers' songs we machines\n used to chant during the Big\n Strike—", "again, and was found posted\n with oxygen mask and submachine gun\n on the topmost spire of Puffyloaf\n Tower, apparently determined\n to shoot down the loaves as they", "onto the delivery platform at each\n serpent's rear end, where a cluster\n of pickup machines, like hungry\n piglets, snatched at the loaves" ], [ "THE robot claws of the pickup\n machines clutched in vain, and,\n not noticing the difference, proceeded\n carefully to stack emptiness,", "Philosopher. \"I get whopping mad,\n Old Machine, whenever I hear that\n other slogan of theirs, the discriminatory\n one—'Untouched by Robot", "Rose Thinker spun twice on her\n chair and opened her photocells\n wide. Tin Philosopher coughed to\n limber up the diaphragm of his\n speaker and continued:", "The walking mills resembled fat\n metal serpents, rather larger than\n those Chinese paper dragons animated\n by files of men in procession.\n Sensory robot devices in\n their noses informed them that\n the waiting wheat had reached ripe\n perfection.", "\"Good-o, Rosie! That makes another\n victory for robot-engineered\n world unity, though you almost", "know only too well!—we machines\n would suffer the most. Now if we\n can only arrange, say, a fur-famine\n in Alaska and a migration of long-haired", "\"I wonder what the stuff tastes\n like,\" Rose Thinker said out of a\n clear sky.\n\n\n \"I wonder what taste tastes like,\"\n Tin Philosopher echoed dreamily.\n Recovering himself, he continued:", "She shrugged. \"I don't know—oh,\n yes, I do. I was remembering\n one of the workers' songs we machines\n used to chant during the Big\n Strike—", "and made strange gulping noises.\n Tin Philosopher's photocells focused\n on him calmly, Rose\n Thinker's with unfeigned excitement.", "machines don't pray, except Tibetan\n prayer wheels.\"", "machine on his left did a couple\n of impulsive pirouettes on the way\n and twittered a greeting to Meg\n and Roger. The other machine quietly", "long crisis session at last ended.\n Empty coffee cartons were scattered\n around the chairs of the three\n humans, dead batteries around\n those of the two machines. For a", "Claws.' Just because they employ a\n few filthy androids in their factories!\"", "machine. You have at last made a\n reality of the 'rises through the air'\n part of Puffybread's theme. They\n can't ever take that away from you.", "\"So, when this morning's loaves\n began to arrive on the delivery\n platforms of the walking mills....\"\n Tin Philosopher left the remark\n unfinished.\n\n\n \"Exactly,\" Roger agreed dismally.", "Here the machine shuddered\n with delicate clinkings. \"Therefore,\n we of Puffyloaf are taking today", "\"That's a beaut, all right, that\n ecto-dough blurb,\" Rose Thinker\n admitted, bugging her photocells\n sadly. \"Wait a sec. How about?—", "ROGER'S voice was calm, although\n his eyes were feverishly\n bright, as he replied, \"A lot\n of things are going to be different", "tier by tier. One errant loaf,\n rising more sluggishly than its fellows,\n was snagged by a thrusting\n claw. The machine paused, clumsily", "fatuously over her soft shoulder at\n Tin Philosopher who, as if moved\n by some similar feeling, reached\n over and touched claws with Rose\n Thinker." ], [ "By now, half the inhabitants of the\n Great Plains must have observed\n our flying loaves rising high.\"", "A flock of crows rose from the\n trees of a nearby shelterbelt as the\n flight of loaves approached. The\n crows swooped to investigate and\n then suddenly scattered, screeching\n in panic.", "Meanwhile, the main flight, now\n augmented by other bread flocks\n from scores and hundreds of walking\n mills that had started work a", "Rumors that a fusion weapon\n would be exploded in the midst of\n the flying bread drew angry protests\n from conservationists and a flood\n of telefax pamphlets titled \"H-Loaf\n or H-bomb?\"", "But the bread flight, swinging\n away from a hurricane moving up\n the Atlantic coast, crossed a\n clouded-in Boston by night and", "the old flying-saucer scares, stated\n that now apparently bread was to\n be included in the mad aerial tea\n party.", "The behavior of birds varied\n considerably. Most fled or gave the\n loaves a wide berth, but some\n bolder species, discovering the minimal", "of the flying bread. Tickets\n for sightseeing space in skyscrapers\n were sold at high prices; cold meats\n and potted spreads were hawked to", "The bread flight, rising above an\n Atlantic storm widely reported to\n have destroyed it, passed unobserved\n across a foggy England and", "viewers with the assurance that\n they would be able to snag the\n bread out of the air and enjoy a\n historic sandwich.", "\"For a while, barbarous faddists—blind\n to the deeply spiritual nature\n of bread, which is recognized", "Bread\n\n Overhead\nBy FRITZ LEIBER\nThe Staff of Life suddenly and\n\n disconcertingly sprouted wings", "Business Machines. The great\n bread flight was over, though for\n several weeks afterward scattered\n falls of loaves occurred, giving rise\n to a new folklore of manna among", "However, dear Rose, I'm glad you\n keep trying to outjingle those dirty\n crooks at Fairy Bread.\" He scowled,\n turning back his attention to Tin", "wiped off the injured loaf, set\n it aside—where it bobbed on one\n corner, unable to take off again—and\n went back to the work of", "again, and was found posted\n with oxygen mask and submachine gun\n on the topmost spire of Puffyloaf\n Tower, apparently determined\n to shoot down the loaves as they", "Private fliers approached the\n brown and glistening bread-front in\n curiosity and dipped back in awe.", "But now, behold a wonder! As\n loaves began to appear on the\n delivery platform of the first walking\n mill to get into action, they", "machine. You have at last made a\n reality of the 'rises through the air'\n part of Puffybread's theme. They\n can't ever take that away from you.", "for deep-freeze is involved and that\n the current consumption of bread,\n due to its matchless airiness, is\n eight and one-half loaves per person\n per day.\"" ] ]

[ "Did Ludovick love Corisande?", "Why was Ludovick able to get to the Belphin of Belphins?", "Why is it important that Corisande's wrinkles show?", "According to the story, is the Belphin good or evil?", "Why is Belphin controlling Earth?", "Does Corisande love Ludovick?", "What was a sign that Corisande's family was up to no good?" ]

[ [ "No, she tricked him into killing Belphin", "Yes, he loved her before he married her", "Yes, he loved her until death", "No, he had her murdered" ], [ "He used Corisande's uncle's secret weapon", "He destroyed the machines", "He had only love for Belphin", "His need was high enough" ], [ "They show that she is dying", "They point out how old she is", "They reveal her true character", "Ludovick thinks they're ugly" ], [ "He is good because he knows right and wrong", "Everyone has different opinions", "He is evil because he is controlling humans", "He is good because he is helping humans" ], [ "He wants to make lives better for humans", "He wants to weaken the human race", "He wants to rule", "We never learn" ], [ "No, she used him for her ends", "Yes, her uncle said so", "Yes, they got married", "No, she wanted to be President" ], [ "The wine they were drinking", "All of these are signs", "Having secret meetings", "Gathering in such large numbers" ] ]

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[ [ "In the second place, Ludovick could never forget that, when Corisande had sent him to the Blue Tower, she could not have been sure that her secret weapon would work. Love might\nnot", "\"Corisande....\" he breathed.\n\n\n \"Ludovick....\" she sighed.", "The uncle looked dubious, and Ludovick thought it prudent to withdraw at this point. Besides, he had heard enough. Corisande—his Corisande—was an integral part of the conspiracy.", "Corisande was saying, \"And so I think there is a lot in what Ludovick said....\"", "Ludovick knew, of course, that the Belphin used the word\nlove", "\"Ludovick,\" a soft, beloved voice whispered, \"I have", "\"They've taken away our frontiers!\"\n\n\n Behind his back, Corisande made a little filial face at Ludovick.", "Corisande gave one of the rippling laughs he was to grow to hate so much. \"Darling,\nyou", "human being. He loved Corisande for herself alone and not", "\"Tell us, dear boy,\" the uncle said, grabbing Ludovick's glass from the plinth and filling it, \"what exactly did he say?\"\n\n\n \"He said the Belphins rule through the power of love.\"", "lost his heart to the purple-eyed Corisande at their first", "\"Corisande,\" he murmured, \"you are as noble and clever as you are beautiful.\"\nThen he caught the full import of her remarks. \"\nMe!\nBut they won't pay any attention to me!\"", "Dictator of Earth, Ludovick poisoned Corisande—that is, had her", "And with that conventional farewell (which also served as a greeting), he stepped onto the sidewalk and was borne off. Ludovick looked after him pensively for a moment, then shrugged. Why", "She smiled sadly. \"Don't forget: they're my family, Ludovick, and I owe them dutiful respect, no matter how pig-headed they are.\" She pressed his hand. \"But don't give up hope.\"", "Shortly after he was universally acclaimed President, he married Corisande. He couldn't escape.", "\"No, Corisande,\" he sighed. \"I can't let you go. I'll do it.\"", "But Ludovick could not be happy. He wasn't precisely", "A lifetime spent under their gentle guardianship had made Ludovick able to interpret the expression that flitted across this Belphin's frontispiece as a sad, sweet smile.", "\"We come from beyond the stars,\" he said. Ludovick already knew that; he had hoped for something a little more specific. \"We were placed in power by those who had the right. And the power through which we rule is the power of love! Be happy!\"" ], [ "\"The Belphin of Belphins did things for us,\" Ludovick countered. \"You are all only his followers. How do I know you are\nreally\nfollowing him? How do I know you haven't turned against him?\"", "Without giving the creature a chance to answer, he strode forward. The Belphin attempted to bar his way. Ludovick knew one Belphin was a myriad times as strong as a human, so it was out of utter futility that he struck.", "Ludovick knew, of course, that the Belphin used the word\nlove", "The Belphin of Belphins died in Ludovick's arms.", "\"Of course they have their own source of power,\" Ludovick informed them, smiling to himself, for his old Belphin teacher had taken great care to instill a sense of humor into him. \"A Belphin was explaining that to me only today.\"", "\"Tell us, dear boy,\" the uncle said, grabbing Ludovick's glass from the plinth and filling it, \"what exactly did he say?\"\n\n\n \"He said the Belphins rule through the power of love.\"", "A lifetime spent under their gentle guardianship had made Ludovick able to interpret the expression that flitted across this Belphin's frontispiece as a sad, sweet smile.", "Shortly after The Belphin's demise, the Flockharts arrived en masse. \"We won't need your secret weapons now,\" Ludovick told them dully. \"The Belphin of Belphins is dead.\"", "Ludovick smiled and set his nearly full glass down on a plinth. \"You could hardly call the Belphins foreigners; they've been on Earth longer than even the oldest of us.\"", "him). Belphin after Belphin Ludovick destroyed, and barrier after", "\"He'd only make another. Don't you see, Ludovick, this is our only chance to save the Belphins, to save humanity.... But, of course, I don't have the right to send you. I'll go myself.\"", "Belphin would be able to explain things to him.", "\"Even if The Belphin is a single entity,\" Ludovick went on, \"that doesn't necessarily make him less benevolent——\"", "After that, they started to get increasingly huffy—which would, he thought, substantiate the theory that they were all part of one vast coordinate network of identity. Especially since each Belphin behaved as if Ludovick had been repeatedly annoying\nhim\n.", "Ludovick looked at him through a haze of tears. \"But I killed The Belphin. I didn't mean to, but ... they must hate me!\"", "reach The Belphin of Belphins. No human being had ever", "\"Go back, young man,\" he said. \"You're not wanted here.\"\n\n\n \"I must see The Belphin of Belphins. I must warn him against the Flockharts.\"", "\"He has been warned,\" the receptionist told him. \"Go home and be happy!\"\n\n\n \"I don't trust you or your brothers. I must see The Belphin himself.\"", "As Ludovick writhed restlessly upon his bed, he became aware that someone had come into his chamber.", "could not work.\" Ludovick had to bend low to hear" ], [ "Corisande gave one of the rippling laughs he was to grow to hate so much. \"Darling,\nyou", "for Corisande's sake. \"Look here, old man, I have", "\"Corisande,\" he murmured, \"you are as noble and clever as you are beautiful.\"\nThen he caught the full import of her remarks. \"\nMe!\nBut they won't pay any attention to me!\"", "Corisande and the uncle exchanged glances. \"But they are absolutely blank,\" the uncle began hesitantly. \"Perhaps, with your rich poetic imagination....\"", "\"There's someone outside!\" the uncle declared, half-rising.\n\n\n \"Nonsense!\" Corisande said, putting her hand on his shoulder. \"I didn't hear anything.\"", "In the second place, Ludovick could never forget that, when Corisande had sent him to the Blue Tower, she could not have been sure that her secret weapon would work. Love might\nnot", "\"Now, Grandfather,\" Corisande said, \"no matter what your politics, that does not excuse impoliteness.\"", "Corisande gave a rippling laugh as she twirled her glittering pendant. \"In a manner of speaking,\" she said. \"I have an idea for a secret weapon which might do the trick——\"", ".\"\nHe turned to the girl, who was looking thoughtful as she stroked the glittering jewel that always hung at her neck. \"Corisande, how can you stay with these—\" he found another word—\"these", "\"Bah!\" said old Osmond Flockhart, Corisande's grandfather.", "\"Corisande....\" he breathed.\n\n\n \"Ludovick....\" she sighed.", "The uncle looked dubious, and Ludovick thought it prudent to withdraw at this point. Besides, he had heard enough. Corisande—his Corisande—was an integral part of the conspiracy.", "lined and sometimes, in extreme cases, furrowed. Everyone could easily", "\"They've taken away our frontiers!\"\n\n\n Behind his back, Corisande made a little filial face at Ludovick.", "human being. He loved Corisande for herself alone and not", "faint lines of her forehead. \"I told you I could", "\"No, Corisande,\" he sighed. \"I can't let you go. I'll do it.\"", "that Corisande handed him from one of the dishes of", "much feasting, he was married to Corisande.", "Corisande was saying, \"And so I think there is a lot in what Ludovick said....\"" ], [ "The Belphin appeared to think for a minute. Then he gave off a smile. \"Oh, them,\" he said. \"We know. They are harmless.\"", "\"Everything about us is wonderful,\" the Belphin said noncommittally. \"That's why we're so good to you people. Be happy!\" And he was off.", "Without giving the creature a chance to answer, he strode forward. The Belphin attempted to bar his way. Ludovick knew one Belphin was a myriad times as strong as a human, so it was out of utter futility that he struck.", "Belphin would be able to explain things to him.", "\"Even if The Belphin is a single entity,\" Ludovick went on, \"that doesn't necessarily make him less benevolent——\"", "\"The Belphin of Belphins did things for us,\" Ludovick countered. \"You are all only his followers. How do I know you are\nreally\nfollowing him? How do I know you haven't turned against him?\"", "\"Please, young man——\" the Belphin began. \"You don't understand. Let me explain.\"", "and not a Belphin. Immediately afterward, he was sorry for", "\"Of course they have their own source of power,\" Ludovick informed them, smiling to himself, for his old Belphin teacher had taken great care to instill a sense of humor into him. \"A Belphin was explaining that to me only today.\"", "\"That was good of you.\" She continued in a warmer tone: \"How many Belphins did you warn, then?\"\n\n\n \"Just one. When you tell one something, you tell them all. You know that. Everyone knows that.\"", ",\" the Belphin said, gazing reverently across the city to", "presumably The Belphin of Belphins. But we don't know", "\"He has been warned,\" the receptionist told him. \"Go home and be happy!\"\n\n\n \"I don't trust you or your brothers. I must see The Belphin himself.\"", "His old Belphin teacher had taught him that, too.", "Suddenly this particular Belphin lost his commanding manners. He began to wilt, insofar as so rigidly constructed a creature could go limp. \"Please, we've done so much for you. Do this for us.\"", "this—he went in search of a Belphin. That is, he", "\"Tell us, dear boy,\" the uncle said, grabbing Ludovick's glass from the plinth and filling it, \"what exactly did he say?\"\n\n\n \"He said the Belphins rule through the power of love.\"", "had dissipated. The Belphin of Belphins was already dying", "At last he gave up and wandered about the city for hours, speaking to neither human nor Belphin, wondering what to do. That is, he knew what he had to do; he was wondering", "\"And if none listens to me?\"\n\n\n \"Then,\" she said dramatically, \"you must approach The Belphin of Belphins himself.\"" ], [ "My\ngrandfather told me that, when the Belphins took over Earth, they rewrote all the textbooks to suit their own purposes. Now nothing but Belphin propaganda is taught in the schools.\"", "Belphin would be able to explain things to him.", "\"Everything about us is wonderful,\" the Belphin said noncommittally. \"That's why we're so good to you people. Be happy!\" And he was off.", "Without giving the creature a chance to answer, he strode forward. The Belphin attempted to bar his way. Ludovick knew one Belphin was a myriad times as strong as a human, so it was out of utter futility that he struck.", "\"Tell us, dear boy,\" the uncle said, grabbing Ludovick's glass from the plinth and filling it, \"what exactly did he say?\"\n\n\n \"He said the Belphins rule through the power of love.\"", "\"Of course they have their own source of power,\" Ludovick informed them, smiling to himself, for his old Belphin teacher had taken great care to instill a sense of humor into him. \"A Belphin was explaining that to me only today.\"", "\"The Belphin of Belphins did things for us,\" Ludovick countered. \"You are all only his followers. How do I know you are\nreally\nfollowing him? How do I know you haven't turned against him?\"", "\"Please, young man——\" the Belphin began. \"You don't understand. Let me explain.\"", "The Belphin appeared to think for a minute. Then he gave off a smile. \"Oh, them,\" he said. \"We know. They are harmless.\"", "\"But they came to\nattack\nThe Belphin. You're coming to\nwarn", "Suddenly this particular Belphin lost his commanding manners. He began to wilt, insofar as so rigidly constructed a creature could go limp. \"Please, we've done so much for you. Do this for us.\"", "\"Aloof,\" he corrected her, \"as befits a ruling race. But always affable.\"\n\n\n \"You must warn as many Belphins as you can.\"", "\"He'd only make another. Don't you see, Ludovick, this is our only chance to save the Belphins, to save humanity.... But, of course, I don't have the right to send you. I'll go myself.\"", ",\" the Belphin said, gazing reverently across the city to", "\"He has been warned,\" the receptionist told him. \"Go home and be happy!\"\n\n\n \"I don't trust you or your brothers. I must see The Belphin himself.\"", "reach The Belphin of Belphins. No human being had ever", "\"We come from beyond the stars,\" he said. Ludovick already knew that; he had hoped for something a little more specific. \"We were placed in power by those who had the right. And the power through which we rule is the power of love! Be happy!\"", "before the Belphins came from the stars. Men were destroying", "TOWER\nBy EVELYN E. SMITH\nAs the vastly advanced guardians of mankind, the Belphins knew how to make a lesson stick—but whom?", "His old Belphin teacher had taught him that, too." ], [ "In the second place, Ludovick could never forget that, when Corisande had sent him to the Blue Tower, she could not have been sure that her secret weapon would work. Love might\nnot", "\"Corisande....\" he breathed.\n\n\n \"Ludovick....\" she sighed.", "Corisande was saying, \"And so I think there is a lot in what Ludovick said....\"", "The uncle looked dubious, and Ludovick thought it prudent to withdraw at this point. Besides, he had heard enough. Corisande—his Corisande—was an integral part of the conspiracy.", "\"Corisande,\" he murmured, \"you are as noble and clever as you are beautiful.\"\nThen he caught the full import of her remarks. \"\nMe!\nBut they won't pay any attention to me!\"", "Corisande gave one of the rippling laughs he was to grow to hate so much. \"Darling,\nyou", "\"They've taken away our frontiers!\"\n\n\n Behind his back, Corisande made a little filial face at Ludovick.", "human being. He loved Corisande for herself alone and not", "lost his heart to the purple-eyed Corisande at their first", "\"No, Corisande,\" he sighed. \"I can't let you go. I'll do it.\"", "for Corisande's sake. \"Look here, old man, I have", "Dictator of Earth, Ludovick poisoned Corisande—that is, had her", "Shortly after he was universally acclaimed President, he married Corisande. He couldn't escape.", "Corisande gave a rippling laugh as she twirled her glittering pendant. \"In a manner of speaking,\" she said. \"I have an idea for a secret weapon which might do the trick——\"", "She smiled sadly. \"Don't forget: they're my family, Ludovick, and I owe them dutiful respect, no matter how pig-headed they are.\" She pressed his hand. \"But don't give up hope.\"", "much feasting, he was married to Corisande.", "\"Tell us, dear boy,\" the uncle said, grabbing Ludovick's glass from the plinth and filling it, \"what exactly did he say?\"\n\n\n \"He said the Belphins rule through the power of love.\"", "\"Ludovick,\" a soft, beloved voice whispered, \"I have", ".\"\nHe turned to the girl, who was looking thoughtful as she stroked the glittering jewel that always hung at her neck. \"Corisande, how can you stay with these—\" he found another word—\"these", "Ludovick knew, of course, that the Belphin used the word\nlove" ], [ "The uncle looked dubious, and Ludovick thought it prudent to withdraw at this point. Besides, he had heard enough. Corisande—his Corisande—was an integral part of the conspiracy.", "\"There's someone outside!\" the uncle declared, half-rising.\n\n\n \"Nonsense!\" Corisande said, putting her hand on his shoulder. \"I didn't hear anything.\"", "Corisande gave one of the rippling laughs he was to grow to hate so much. \"Darling,\nyou", "As he passed between the tall columns leading into the Flockhart courtyard, he noted with regret that there were quite a number of Corisande's relatives present, lying about sunning themselves and sipping beverages which probably touched the legal limit of intoxicatability.", "\"Corisande,\" he murmured, \"you are as noble and clever as you are beautiful.\"\nThen he caught the full import of her remarks. \"\nMe!\nBut they won't pay any attention to me!\"", "\"They've taken away our frontiers!\"\n\n\n Behind his back, Corisande made a little filial face at Ludovick.", "\"Now, Grandfather,\" Corisande said, \"no matter what your politics, that does not excuse impoliteness.\"", "He lay down to sleep that night beset by doubts. If he told the Belphins about the conspiracy, he would be betraying Corisande. As a matter of fact, he now remembered, he", "\"Never mind Osmond, Eversole,\" one of Corisande's alleged uncles grinned. \"He talks a lot, but of course he doesn't mean a quarter of what he says. Come, have some wine.\"", "Corisande gave a rippling laugh as she twirled her glittering pendant. \"In a manner of speaking,\" she said. \"I have an idea for a secret weapon which might do the trick——\"", "Corisande and the uncle exchanged glances. \"But they are absolutely blank,\" the uncle began hesitantly. \"Perhaps, with your rich poetic imagination....\"", "for Corisande's sake. \"Look here, old man, I have", "that Corisande handed him from one of the dishes of", "\"No, Corisande,\" he sighed. \"I can't let you go. I'll do it.\"", "\"Bah!\" said old Osmond Flockhart, Corisande's grandfather.", "to politics, because he had a lurking notion that Corisande's", "\"Corisande....\" he breathed.\n\n\n \"Ludovick....\" she sighed.", "much feasting, he was married to Corisande.", "He knew it was his patriotic duty to do as she said; still, he had enjoyed life so much. \"Corisande, wouldn't it be much simpler if we just destroyed your uncle's secret weapon?\"", "In the second place, Ludovick could never forget that, when Corisande had sent him to the Blue Tower, she could not have been sure that her secret weapon would work. Love might\nnot" ] ]

[ "Why was Gavir brought to Earth from Mars?", "What was Gavir's true motivation for staying on Earth?", "Why are the Earthlings always \"invincibly benign?\" ", "Why did the Earthmen attack Gavir intially?", "Why did Gaivir go wandering around by himself after being told not to?", "Why did the producers of Dreaming Through the Universe like Gaivir?", "Why was Mr. Spurling able to speak in a hostile tone?", "What about Gaivir appealed to the century-plussers?", "What was the silver helmet filled with wires that Gaivir put on?", "Why did Jarvis Spurling want to kill Gaivir?" ]

[ [ "As punishment for dissenting against the MDC", "Because he was the first Martian that humans had encountered", "To perform in a dreamwave performance ", "As part of a labor pool" ], [ "To avoid having to return to hunting on Mars", "To hide from persecution for the crimes he committed", "To kill the president of the MDC in an act of revenge", "To spend time with Sylvie" ], [ "All of the malevolent people are sent to Mars", "There is no more inequality in Earth's society", "People live to be much older and are more calm because of this", "They undergo ethical conditioning" ], [ "The Earthmen were older citizens who had outgrown their ethical conditioning", "They were members of the MDC", "Earthlings were very prejudiced against Martians", "Gavir had offended them by staring" ], [ "He wanted to go to the Lucifer Grotto to meet Sylvie", "He was looking for the president of the MDC so that he could enact his revenge", "He wanted to buy some Earth books to learn more about the Earthlings", "He wanted to hide in order to avoid being sent back to Mars " ], [ "They did not have to pay Gaivir for the work that he did because he was Martian", "They respected Gaivir's straightforward and honest attitude", "Gaivir appealed to the older, more wilder, demographic", "Gaivir was very complaint and only broadcasted the material that the producers wanted" ], [ "He was secretly martian himself", "He had lived on Mars for too long ", "He had never undergone the ethical conditioning", "He was a \"senile delinquent\" and had outgrown his ethical conditioning" ], [ "The fact that he was willing to be romantically involved with a century plusser", "His different appearance, especially his blue skin", "His amazing singing voice", "His untamed, barbaric nature" ], [ "A mechanism to keep him more under control while performing", "A device to transmit his thoughts through dreamvision", "A space helmet to allow him to survive in Earth's gravity", "The traditional headwear for his Martian tribe" ], [ "Gaivir was evading Spurling so that he would not have to return to mars", "Gaivir had imagined Spurling's face on an animal that he had killed in a dreamvision", "Spurling was secretly in love with Silvie and jealous of Gaivir", "Spurling found out about Gaivir's revenge plot" ] ]

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[ [ "of Earthmen. Malcomb told how he had been struck by Gavir's\n intelligence and missionary-taught ability to speak Earth's language,\n and had decided to bring Gavir to Earth.", "attractive. He went to her, and he forgot entirely that she was over a\n hundred years old.\nIn the months that followed, Gavir's fame spread over Earth. By", "The moderator turned to Gavir. \"Are you anxious to get back to Mars?\"\nNo!\nGavir thought. Back behind the Preserve Barrier that killed you", "father had tried to organize resistance to the Corporation. Mars was\n where the magic powers of the Earthmen and the helplessness of the\n Martian tribes would always protect the head of MDC from Gavir's", "Caution told Gavir to refuse. But before he could speak Spurling\n snapped, \"Disgusting! An Earth woman and a Bluie! If you were on Mars,", "tonight\n brings you the first native Martian to appear on the dreamwaves—Gavir\n of the Desert Men. With him is his guardian, Dr. Malcomb Rice, the", "Mars was where Gavir's father had been pinned, bayonets through his\n hands and feet, to the wall of a shack just the other side of the", "Gavir leaped at the Earthmen. He clubbed the man with the whip across\n the face. As the others rushed in, Gavir flailed about him with long\n arms and heavy fists.", "The Earthman with the black hat raised his arm, and the long heavy\n lash fell on Gavir. He felt a savage sting in the arm he had thrown up\n to protect his eyes.", "\"You can't claim any monopoly on mental health. Not with that\n concentration camp you run on Mars. Coming, Gavir?\"", "He began to enjoy it. It was rare that a Martian had an opportunity to\n knock Earthmen down. The mood of the\nSong of Going to Hunt", "The sponsor was pacing back and forth in Hoppy Davery's office when\n Malcomb and Gavir arrived. Hoppy introduced him proudly. \"Mr. Jarvis\n Spurling, president of the Martian Development Corporation.\"", "Back to that world of hopeless fear and hatred?\nI never want to go\n back to Mars! I want to stay here!", "The Earthmen disappeared into a lift-force field. Gavir decided not to\n pursue them. He walked forward and picked up his narvoon, and saw that", "\"But you did not tell me that Earthmen might try to kill me. You have\n told me that Earthmen are good and peace-loving, that there have been", "Jarvis Spurling ignored Gavir's hand and stared coldly at him. There\n was not a trace of the usual Earthman's kindliness in his square,", "civilization is explained in books.\" Gavir wanted to learn. It was his\n only hope to find an alternative to the short, fear-ridden,\n impoverished life he foresaw for himself.", "She held out slim arms to him. He had no wish to refuse her. She was\n not like a Martian woman, but he found the differences exciting and", "\"A Martian.\"\n\n\n \"Let's give pain and death to the Martian! It will be a new\n experience—one to savor.\"\n\n\n \"Take pain, Martian!\"", "\"You know about the Regeneration and Rejuvenation treatment we have\n here on Earth. A variation of it was given you to acclimate you to" ], [ "of Earthmen. Malcomb told how he had been struck by Gavir's\n intelligence and missionary-taught ability to speak Earth's language,\n and had decided to bring Gavir to Earth.", "attractive. He went to her, and he forgot entirely that she was over a\n hundred years old.\nIn the months that followed, Gavir's fame spread over Earth. By", "Gavir leaped at the Earthmen. He clubbed the man with the whip across\n the face. As the others rushed in, Gavir flailed about him with long\n arms and heavy fists.", "Jarvis Spurling ignored Gavir's hand and stared coldly at him. There\n was not a trace of the usual Earthman's kindliness in his square,", "The Earthmen disappeared into a lift-force field. Gavir decided not to\n pursue them. He walked forward and picked up his narvoon, and saw that", "Caution told Gavir to refuse. But before he could speak Spurling\n snapped, \"Disgusting! An Earth woman and a Bluie! If you were on Mars,", "\"I will,\" said Gavir.\nOn his next dreamcast Gavir sang the\nSong of the Blood Feud\n. He\n pictured a Desert Man whose father had been killed by a drock.", "The Earthman with the black hat raised his arm, and the long heavy\n lash fell on Gavir. He felt a savage sting in the arm he had thrown up\n to protect his eyes.", "father had tried to organize resistance to the Corporation. Mars was\n where the magic powers of the Earthmen and the helplessness of the\n Martian tribes would always protect the head of MDC from Gavir's", "Gavir said, \"I will sing the\nSong of Going to Hunt\n.\" He heaved\n himself up from the divan, and, feet planted wide apart, threw back\n his head and began to howl.", "The moderator turned to Gavir. \"Are you anxious to get back to Mars?\"\nNo!\nGavir thought. Back behind the Preserve Barrier that killed you", "\"That hunting song drove me mad. I\nlike\nbeing mad!\"\n\n\n \"Keep him on Earth.\"", "civilization is explained in books.\" Gavir wanted to learn. It was his\n only hope to find an alternative to the short, fear-ridden,\n impoverished life he foresaw for himself.", "Mars was where Gavir's father had been pinned, bayonets through his\n hands and feet, to the wall of a shack just the other side of the", "Gavir contemplated her. That she was over a hundred years old was a\n little frightening. But the skin of her face and her bare upper body", "Gavir spread his big blue hands. \"I am sorry. I don't want more money.\n I cannot always control the pictures I make. These images come into\n my mind even though they have nothing to do with me.\"", "\"He seemed happy to get away from me,\" said Gavir.", "\"Let him come and find me,\" said Gavir. \"Let us go, Sylvie.\"", "be treated.\" He unsnapped his holster and drew the square, heavy\n pistol out and pointed it at Gavir.", "Barrier, to die slowly, out of Gavir's reach. Father James told Gavir\n that the head of MDC himself had ordered the killing, because Gavir's" ], [ "At this a sudden change came over the producer. The standard Earth\n expression—invincible benignity—took control of his face. \"I", "\"But you did not tell me that Earthmen might try to kill me. You have\n told me that Earthmen are good and peace-loving, that there have been", "A river of force carried him, along with thousands of\n Earthmen—godlike beings in their perfect health and their impregnable\n benignity—through the streets of the city. Platforms of force raised\n and lowered him through the city's multiple levels....", "of Earthmen. Malcomb told how he had been struck by Gavir's\n intelligence and missionary-taught ability to speak Earth's language,\n and had decided to bring Gavir to Earth.", "They found Mr. Hoppy Davery lounging on a divan the size of a\n space-port. He was youthful in appearance, as were all Earthmen, but a", "The Earthmen wore black garments and furs and metal ornaments. The\n biggest of them wore a black suit, a long black cape, and a", "\"A Martian.\"\n\n\n \"Let's give pain and death to the Martian! It will be a new\n experience—one to savor.\"\n\n\n \"Take pain, Martian!\"", "no acts of violence on Earth for many decades. You have told me that\n only the MDC men are exceptions, because they are living off Earth,\n and this somehow makes them different.\"", "congratulated himself. He had learned emotional control from the\n Earthmen. Here was the man who had ordered his father crucified! Yet\n he had managed to hide his instant desire to strike, to kill, to carry", "\"That hunting song drove me mad. I\nlike\nbeing mad!\"\n\n\n \"Keep him on Earth.\"", "attractive. He went to her, and he forgot entirely that she was over a\n hundred years old.\nIn the months that followed, Gavir's fame spread over Earth. By", "He began to enjoy it. It was rare that a Martian had an opportunity to\n knock Earthmen down. The mood of the\nSong of Going to Hunt", "Gavir leaped at the Earthmen. He clubbed the man with the whip across\n the face. As the others rushed in, Gavir flailed about him with long\n arms and heavy fists.", "The Earthman with the black hat raised his arm, and the long heavy\n lash fell on Gavir. He felt a savage sting in the arm he had thrown up\n to protect his eyes.", "Jarvis Spurling ignored Gavir's hand and stared coldly at him. There\n was not a trace of the usual Earthman's kindliness in his square,", "During a reading class at the mission school, Father James had said,\n \"In books there is power. All that you call magic in our Earth", "Earth's gravity and atmosphere. Well, since the R&R treatment was\n developed, we Earthmen have a life-expectancy of about one hundred\n fifty years. Those people who attacked you were Century-Plus. They are", "father had tried to organize resistance to the Corporation. Mars was\n where the magic powers of the Earthmen and the helplessness of the\n Martian tribes would always protect the head of MDC from Gavir's", "The Earthmen disappeared into a lift-force field. Gavir decided not to\n pursue them. He walked forward and picked up his narvoon, and saw that", "Caution told Gavir to refuse. But before he could speak Spurling\n snapped, \"Disgusting! An Earth woman and a Bluie! If you were on Mars," ], [ "Gavir leaped at the Earthmen. He clubbed the man with the whip across\n the face. As the others rushed in, Gavir flailed about him with long\n arms and heavy fists.", "of Earthmen. Malcomb told how he had been struck by Gavir's\n intelligence and missionary-taught ability to speak Earth's language,\n and had decided to bring Gavir to Earth.", "The Earthman with the black hat raised his arm, and the long heavy\n lash fell on Gavir. He felt a savage sting in the arm he had thrown up\n to protect his eyes.", "\"But you did not tell me that Earthmen might try to kill me. You have\n told me that Earthmen are good and peace-loving, that there have been", "The Earthmen disappeared into a lift-force field. Gavir decided not to\n pursue them. He walked forward and picked up his narvoon, and saw that", "Jarvis Spurling ignored Gavir's hand and stared coldly at him. There\n was not a trace of the usual Earthman's kindliness in his square,", "attractive. He went to her, and he forgot entirely that she was over a\n hundred years old.\nIn the months that followed, Gavir's fame spread over Earth. By", "Caution told Gavir to refuse. But before he could speak Spurling\n snapped, \"Disgusting! An Earth woman and a Bluie! If you were on Mars,", "shadows of hunched buildings. A half-dozen Earthmen approached him,\n stopped and stared. Gavir stared back.", "father had tried to organize resistance to the Corporation. Mars was\n where the magic powers of the Earthmen and the helplessness of the\n Martian tribes would always protect the head of MDC from Gavir's", "The Earthmen wore black garments and furs and metal ornaments. The\n biggest of them wore a black suit, a long black cape, and a", "Earth's gravity and atmosphere. Well, since the R&R treatment was\n developed, we Earthmen have a life-expectancy of about one hundred\n fifty years. Those people who attacked you were Century-Plus. They are", "He began to enjoy it. It was rare that a Martian had an opportunity to\n knock Earthmen down. The mood of the\nSong of Going to Hunt", "The moderator turned to Gavir. \"Are you anxious to get back to Mars?\"\nNo!\nGavir thought. Back behind the Preserve Barrier that killed you", "be treated.\" He unsnapped his holster and drew the square, heavy\n pistol out and pointed it at Gavir.", "no acts of violence on Earth for many decades. You have told me that\n only the MDC men are exceptions, because they are living off Earth,\n and this somehow makes them different.\"", "\"I will,\" said Gavir.\nOn his next dreamcast Gavir sang the\nSong of the Blood Feud\n. He\n pictured a Desert Man whose father had been killed by a drock.", "Mars was where Gavir's father had been pinned, bayonets through his\n hands and feet, to the wall of a shack just the other side of the", "Still holding the narvoon, Gavir stood over his dead enemy. He threw\n back his head and howled out the hunting cry of the Desert Men. Then\n he looked down and spat in Jarvis Spurling's dead face.\nEND", "congratulated himself. He had learned emotional control from the\n Earthmen. Here was the man who had ordered his father crucified! Yet\n he had managed to hide his instant desire to strike, to kill, to carry" ], [ "Gavir said, \"I will sing the\nSong of Going to Hunt\n.\" He heaved\n himself up from the divan, and, feet planted wide apart, threw back\n his head and began to howl.", "\"He seemed happy to get away from me,\" said Gavir.", "\"Let him come and find me,\" said Gavir. \"Let us go, Sylvie.\"", "Malcomb woke him at 1100. Gavir told Malcomb about the\n strangely-dressed men who had tried to kill him.\n\n\n \"I told you not to wander around alone.\"", "The man with the whip yelled. They looked at his knife, and then all\n at once turned and ran. Gavir drew back his arm and threw the knife", "As soon as Gavir was sure that Malcomb was out of the hotel and well\n on his way home, he left his room and went out into the city.", "He began shouting even before Gavir removed his headset. \"What kind\n of a fool are you? Before you started that song, you dreamed things", "Gavir stood up. His right hand plucked at his doublet.", "\"I will,\" said Gavir.\nOn his next dreamcast Gavir sang the\nSong of the Blood Feud\n. He\n pictured a Desert Man whose father had been killed by a drock.", "attractive. He went to her, and he forgot entirely that she was over a\n hundred years old.\nIn the months that followed, Gavir's fame spread over Earth. By", "Gavir contemplated her. That she was over a hundred years old was a\n little frightening. But the skin of her face and her bare upper body", "Gavir stiffened. They\nhad\ngotten into trouble because of his\n thoughts about MDC.\n\n\n A voice boomed out of the ceiling.", "sufferings that could neither be borne nor prevented. At the climax of\n the song Gavir pictured a tribal chief who refused to make fair\n division of the spoils of a hunt with his warriors. Gradually he", "civilization is explained in books.\" Gavir wanted to learn. It was his\n only hope to find an alternative to the short, fear-ridden,\n impoverished life he foresaw for himself.", "Gavir thought. \"Perhaps you would like the\nSong of Creation\n.\"\n\n\n \"It's part of a fertility rite,\" Malcomb explained.", "Gavir spread his big blue hands. \"I am sorry. I don't want more money.\n I cannot always control the pictures I make. These images come into\n my mind even though they have nothing to do with me.\"", "As they left the Global Dreamcasting System building, Gavir said to\n Malcomb, \"Can we go to a bookstore tonight?\"", "Gavir took out the narvoon, grasped the blade, and drew his arm back.\n\n\n \"Gavir!\"", "be treated.\" He unsnapped his holster and drew the square, heavy\n pistol out and pointed it at Gavir.", "Gavir sat down on the divan, exhausted, his song finished. He didn't\n hear the moderator winding up the dreamcast. Then the producer of the\n program was upon him." ], [ "The moderator then said, \"\nDreaming Through the Universe\ntonight", "Dreaming Through the Universe\ngave Malcomb a check and then asked them to follow him.", "They went with the producer to the upper reaches of the Global\n Dreamcasting building. There they were ushered into a huge office.", "Gavir sat down on the divan, exhausted, his song finished. He didn't\n hear the moderator winding up the dreamcast. Then the producer of the\n program was upon him.", "are getting to be more of them all the time. But come on. You and I\n have to go over to Global Dreamcasting and collect our fee.\"\nThe impeccably affable producer of", "of Earthmen. Malcomb told how he had been struck by Gavir's\n intelligence and missionary-taught ability to speak Earth's language,\n and had decided to bring Gavir to Earth.", "attractive. He went to her, and he forgot entirely that she was over a\n hundred years old.\nIn the months that followed, Gavir's fame spread over Earth. By", "At this a sudden change came over the producer. The standard Earth\n expression—invincible benignity—took control of his face. \"I", "spring, the rating computers credited him with an audience of eight\n hundred million—ninety-five percent of whom were Century-Plussers.\n Davery doubled Gavir's salary.", "\"If you let that boy go back to Mars I'll never dream a Global program\n again.\"\n\n\n More voices:\n\n\n \"Enormous!\"\n\n\n \"Potent!\"", "tonight\n brings you the first native Martian to appear on the dreamwaves—Gavir\n of the Desert Men. With him is his guardian, Dr. Malcomb Rice, the", "\"I will,\" said Gavir.\nOn his next dreamcast Gavir sang the\nSong of the Blood Feud\n. He\n pictured a Desert Man whose father had been killed by a drock.", "Everything that Gavir saw and heard and felt in his mind, the dreamees\n could see and hear and feel....", "it wouldn't matter. The dreamees receiving the dreamcast would hear\n the song as it\nshould\nsound, as Gavir heard it in his mind.", "When the dreamcast was over, a studio page ran up to Gavir. \"Mr.\n Spurling wants to see you at once, at his office.\"", "\"Mr. Davery wants to see you. Mr.\nHoppy\nDavery, executive\n vice-president in charge of production. Scion of one of Earth's oldest\n communications media families!\"", "He began shouting even before Gavir removed his headset. \"What kind\n of a fool are you? Before you started that song, you dreamed things", "Gavir said, \"I will sing the\nSong of Going to Hunt\n.\" He heaved\n himself up from the divan, and, feet planted wide apart, threw back\n his head and began to howl.", "They found Mr. Hoppy Davery lounging on a divan the size of a\n space-port. He was youthful in appearance, as were all Earthmen, but a", "Gavir toured the world with Sylvie, mobbed everywhere by worshipful\n Century-Plussers. Male Century-Plussers by the millions adopted blue\n doublets and blue kilts in honor of their hero." ], [ "\"Mr. Spurling!\" said Malcomb. \"Your tone is hostile!\"", "Spurling turned. The Hat Rat saw him.\n\n\n \"The enemy!\" the Hat Rat shouted.\n\n\n The shotgun exploded.", "Jarvis Spurling ignored Gavir's hand and stared coldly at him. There\n was not a trace of the usual Earthman's kindliness in his square,", "was a warm color, and tautly filled. She had lashed out at Spurling,\n and he liked her for that. But in one way she was like Spurling. She", "An hour passed from the time of Gavir's arrival.\n\n\n Then Jarvis Spurling joined the party. There was a heavy frontier\n sonic pistol strapped at his waist. A protesting Malcomb was behind\n him.", "Jarvis Spurling's square face was dark with anger. \"You deliberately\n put my face on that animal! You want to make the public hate me. I pay", "Malcomb said, \"You can't expect an untrained young Martian to control\n his very thoughts. And may I point out that your tone is hostile?\"", "And the fanged face of the drock turned into the square, battered face\n of Jarvis Spurling. Gavir held the image in his mind for a long\n moment.", "\"You're itching to go for that throwing knife,\" said Spurling. \"Go on!\n Take it out and get ready to throw it. I'll give you that much", "\"You screwball Senile Delinquent,\" Spurling yelled after Sylvie, \"you\n oughtta be locked up!\"", "When the dreamcast was over, a studio page ran up to Gavir. \"Mr.\n Spurling wants to see you at once, at his office.\"", "At this a sudden change came over the producer. The standard Earth\n expression—invincible benignity—took control of his face. \"I", "Spurling laughed. \"I've heard about you Century-Plussers. You're all\n sick.\"", "Spurling's body was thrown back against Gavir. Gavir saw a huge ragged", "Then he stopped himself. He turned the gesture into the proffer of a\n handshake. \"How do you do?\" he said quietly. In his mind he", "The sponsor was pacing back and forth in Hoppy Davery's office when\n Malcomb and Gavir arrived. Hoppy introduced him proudly. \"Mr. Jarvis\n Spurling, president of the Martian Development Corporation.\"", "red caved-in place in Spurling's chest. Spurling's body sagged to the\n floor and lay there face up, eyes open. The Senile Delinquents of", "Sylvie blew a cloud of smoke at Spurling. \"You're not on Mars, Jack.\n You're back in civilization where we do what we damned well please.\"", "Caution told Gavir to refuse. But before he could speak Spurling\n snapped, \"Disgusting! An Earth woman and a Bluie! If you were on Mars,", "A recorded voice boomed: \"This is Hat Rat. Pay the Blue Boy what he\n deserves, or I will give you death. It will be a personal thing" ], [ "\"See?\" said Hoppy to Gavir. \"The Century-Plus mentality. You've got\n something they go for. Undoubtedly because you're—forgive me—such a", "Century-Plussers. Gavir told her about the attack, and she laughed.\n \"It won't happen again. You're a hero to the Senile Delinquents now.", "attractive. He went to her, and he forgot entirely that she was over a\n hundred years old.\nIn the months that followed, Gavir's fame spread over Earth. By", "\"Those callers that admitted their age were all Century-Plus. The boy\n appeals to the Century-Plus mentality. I want to try him again. This", "Gavir toured the world with Sylvie, mobbed everywhere by worshipful\n Century-Plussers. Male Century-Plussers by the millions adopted blue\n doublets and blue kilts in honor of their hero.", "spring, the rating computers credited him with an audience of eight\n hundred million—ninety-five percent of whom were Century-Plussers.\n Davery doubled Gavir's salary.", "Gavir contemplated her. That she was over a hundred years old was a\n little frightening. But the skin of her face and her bare upper body", "\"Best response I've ever seen! The Century-Plussers have been rioting\n and throwing mass orgies ever since you sang. But they take time out", "Sheets of flame illuminated the wild features and strange garments of\n over a hundred Century-Plus ladies and gentlemen. Gouts of flame", "Spurling laughed. \"I've heard about you Century-Plussers. You're all\n sick.\"", "Earth's gravity and atmosphere. Well, since the R&R treatment was\n developed, we Earthmen have a life-expectancy of about one hundred\n fifty years. Those people who attacked you were Century-Plus. They are", "over a hundred years old, but as healthy, physically, as ever.\"", "They went to Lucifer Grotto, where Gavir's wealthiest admirers among\n the Senile Delinquents were giving a party for him in the Pandemonium", "A Senile Delinquent! thought Gavir. She looked like Davery's younger\n sister. Malcomb stared at her apprehensively, and Gavir wondered if\n she were somehow going to attack them.", "Gavir trembled with joy. Hoppy Davery pressed another button and a\n secretary entered with papers. She was followed by another woman.", "They found Mr. Hoppy Davery lounging on a divan the size of a\n space-port. He was youthful in appearance, as were all Earthmen, but a", "of Earthmen. Malcomb told how he had been struck by Gavir's\n intelligence and missionary-taught ability to speak Earth's language,\n and had decided to bring Gavir to Earth.", "She looked at Gavir. \"Mmm. What a body, what gorgeous blue skin. How\n tall are you, Blue Boy?\"", "Gavir said, \"I will sing the\nSong of Going to Hunt\n.\" He heaved\n himself up from the divan, and, feet planted wide apart, threw back\n his head and began to howl.", "\"Spare me another lecture on Senile Delinquency, Our Number One\n Problem.\" She walked to the door and Gavir watched her all the way." ], [ "Gavir gingerly fitted the round opening in the bottom of the silvery\n globe over the top of his hairless blue skull. He pulled the globe\n down until he felt tiny filaments touching his scalp. The tips of the", "He began shouting even before Gavir removed his headset. \"What kind\n of a fool are you? Before you started that song, you dreamed things", "of the tube was glowing and giving off clouds of smoke. Hoppy Davery\n coughed and Sylvie winked at Gavir. Gavir straightened up, and she", "contrivance of dark brown wood and black metal tubing cradled in his\n arm. \"This ancient shotgun I dedicate to your blood feud. I shall hunt\n down your enemy, Gavir!\"", "The Earthman with the black hat raised his arm, and the long heavy\n lash fell on Gavir. He felt a savage sting in the arm he had thrown up\n to protect his eyes.", "Gavir contemplated her. That she was over a hundred years old was a\n little frightening. But the skin of her face and her bare upper body", "Gavir said, \"I will sing the\nSong of Going to Hunt\n.\" He heaved\n himself up from the divan, and, feet planted wide apart, threw back\n his head and began to howl.", "Gavir stiffened. They\nhad\ngotten into trouble because of his\n thoughts about MDC.\n\n\n A voice boomed out of the ceiling.", "Then the moderator questioned Malcomb, while Gavir nervously\n awaited the moment when his thoughts would be transmitted to millions", "Gavir trembled with joy. Hoppy Davery pressed another button and a\n secretary entered with papers. She was followed by another woman.", "be treated.\" He unsnapped his holster and drew the square, heavy\n pistol out and pointed it at Gavir.", "Gavir sat down on the divan, exhausted, his song finished. He didn't\n hear the moderator winding up the dreamcast. Then the producer of the\n program was upon him.", "Gavir leaped at the Earthmen. He clubbed the man with the whip across\n the face. As the others rushed in, Gavir flailed about him with long\n arms and heavy fists.", "Sylvie inserted a tiny gold pitchfork into a small aperture in the\n glowing, rippling surface. The flames swept aside, revealing a\n doorway. A bearded man in black tights escorted them through a", "And the fanged face of the drock turned into the square, battered face\n of Jarvis Spurling. Gavir held the image in his mind for a long\n moment.", "Spurling's body was thrown back against Gavir. Gavir saw a huge ragged", "The Earthmen wore black garments and furs and metal ornaments. The\n biggest of them wore a black suit, a long black cape, and a", "\"Do you have to wear that barbaric face-paint?\" Hoppy turned sad eyes\n on Gavir and Malcomb. \"Gentlemen, my mother, Sylvie Davery.\"", "Everything that Gavir saw and heard and felt in his mind, the dreamees\n could see and hear and feel....", "Grotto. The Hat Rat himself, who often appeared at a respectful\n distance in crowds around Gavir, now wore a wide-brimmed hat of\n brightest blue." ], [ "Jarvis Spurling ignored Gavir's hand and stared coldly at him. There\n was not a trace of the usual Earthman's kindliness in his square,", "And the fanged face of the drock turned into the square, battered face\n of Jarvis Spurling. Gavir held the image in his mind for a long\n moment.", "Jarvis Spurling's square face was dark with anger. \"You deliberately\n put my face on that animal! You want to make the public hate me. I pay", "Still holding the narvoon, Gavir stood over his dead enemy. He threw\n back his head and howled out the hunting cry of the Desert Men. Then\n he looked down and spat in Jarvis Spurling's dead face.\nEND", "An hour passed from the time of Gavir's arrival.\n\n\n Then Jarvis Spurling joined the party. There was a heavy frontier\n sonic pistol strapped at his waist. A protesting Malcomb was behind\n him.", "Spurling turned. The Hat Rat saw him.\n\n\n \"The enemy!\" the Hat Rat shouted.\n\n\n The shotgun exploded.", "Spurling's body was thrown back against Gavir. Gavir saw a huge ragged", "The sponsor was pacing back and forth in Hoppy Davery's office when\n Malcomb and Gavir arrived. Hoppy introduced him proudly. \"Mr. Jarvis\n Spurling, president of the Martian Development Corporation.\"", "Barrier, to die slowly, out of Gavir's reach. Father James told Gavir\n that the head of MDC himself had ordered the killing, because Gavir's", "Caution told Gavir to refuse. But before he could speak Spurling\n snapped, \"Disgusting! An Earth woman and a Bluie! If you were on Mars,", "\"Mr. Spurling!\" said Malcomb. \"Your tone is hostile!\"", "Gavir grinned at Spurling. \"The contract, I believe, does not cover my\n private life.\"\n\n\n Hoppy Davery said, \"Sylvie, I don't think this is wise.\"", "When the dreamcast was over, a studio page ran up to Gavir. \"Mr.\n Spurling wants to see you at once, at his office.\"", "red caved-in place in Spurling's chest. Spurling's body sagged to the\n floor and lay there face up, eyes open. The Senile Delinquents of", "\"You're itching to go for that throwing knife,\" said Spurling. \"Go on!\n Take it out and get ready to throw it. I'll give you that much", "\"I will,\" said Gavir.\nOn his next dreamcast Gavir sang the\nSong of the Blood Feud\n. He\n pictured a Desert Man whose father had been killed by a drock.", "\"You screwball Senile Delinquent,\" Spurling yelled after Sylvie, \"you\n oughtta be locked up!\"", "was a warm color, and tautly filled. She had lashed out at Spurling,\n and he liked her for that. But in one way she was like Spurling. She", "Spurling laughed. \"I've heard about you Century-Plussers. You're all\n sick.\"", "Malcomb woke him at 1100. Gavir told Malcomb about the\n strangely-dressed men who had tried to kill him.\n\n\n \"I told you not to wander around alone.\"" ] ]

[ "How did the protagonist originally cheat at card games?", "Why did the customers begin to dislike Skippy?", "Why was Henry unhappy about the high-stakes gambler coming in?", "Why did the protagonist want a room directly across the street from Henry's shop?", "Why were Henry and the protagonist puzzled after winning in the card game?", "How did the protagonist plan on beating Chapo in the card game?", "Why was Skippy always laughing randomly?", "How did Skippy prove his powers to the protagonist?", "How did Henry figure out that Skippy tipped the protagonist off?", "What caused Skippy to start hearing different voices?" ]

[ [ "By using a loaded deck", "By using a radio transmitter", "By having a spy across the room", "By using telepathy" ], [ "He was rude with the customers", "He was not very smart and would make mistakes often", "The customers would always lose at cards when he was around", "He was always laughing at seemingly nothing" ], [ "Henry would not be able to cheat during the game", "Henry was too with electronics sales to gamble at the time", "Henry did not have enough money to gamble with", "Henry had already closed the shop and sent his help home for the day" ], [ "So that he could watch Henry's comings and goings", "So that he could spy during the card game", "So that he could hide from Chapo", "So that he could be nearby if anything went wrong with Henry and Chapo" ], [ "The money had been stolen by Skippy", "They were able to spy on the cards without seeing them", "They won far more money than they expected", "Chapo had just let them take the money without protest" ], [ "By spying on him from with Japanese field glasses", "By using Skippy's telepathic powers", "By using the radio transmitter from within the same room", "By using a loaded deck of cards and sleight of hand" ], [ "He was laughing at old jokes that he told", "He was laughing at other people's thoughts", "He was losing his mind and would laugh for no reason", "He would laugh when he was nervous" ], [ "By telling him his thoughts", "By calling the outcomes of a roulette game", "By cheating at the card games", "By telling him people's orders at the coffee shop" ], [ "Henry had been listening to the conversation", "The protagonist knew that Henry hid money from ", "Skippy told Henry that he had done so", "The protagonist told Henry so" ], [ "Using his telepathy too much", "Being hit in the head by Henry", "Spending too much on his own", "Getting over excited by winning too much money" ] ]

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[ [ "for nine, a long and two shorts for an eight ... it took a little\n memorizing, but it was worth it. Henry knew every card the other man\n held every time. And I got fifty per cent.", "\"How come I played to lose?\" I patted his shoulder. \"Sonny, you got a\n lot to learn. Jake's is no fair game. This was only a dry run.\"", "But this way I had my own personal bug in every game in town, and I\n didn't even have to spend for batteries. Card games, gaffed wheels,", "a little extra cash on the side. It turns out that the other little\n wholesalers in the loft building where he has his business are all\n card players, and no pikers, either. So Henry spread the word that", "What I am is a genius, and I give you a piece of advice: Do not ever\n play cards with a stranger. The stranger might be me. Where there are", "I said, \"You can always quit,\" but then stopped. Because it was a lie.\n He couldn't quit—not until I found out how he read Chapo's cards\n through a drawn shade.", "degenerate card players around, I sometimes get a call. Not dice—I\n don't have a machine to handle them. But with cards I have a machine to\n force the advantage.", "\"Running out?\" He shrugged. \"It's not the first mistake I made,\" he\n said bitterly. \"Getting into your little setup with the bugged game\n came before that.\"", "card game—somebody taking a beating will sound off, to take away some\n of the sting, but nobody laughs because the cracks are never funny. But\n they were to our new boy.", "Then I would tip the card: a short shock for an ace, two for a king,\n three for a queen, and so on down to the ten. A long and a short", "That's a twenty-four-hour place and the doorman knows me. I knew Jake\n and I knew his roulette wheel was gaffed. I walked right up to the", "Every push on the button was a shock on Henry's leg. One for spades,\n two for hearts, three for diamonds, four for clubs.", "card players. That seems like pretty small stuff now. And I don't talk\n to Henry when I see him. And I\nnever\ngo in the beanery when that", "When Skippy said black, I put the fifty on red. Black won it.\n\n\n \"Let's go,\" I said, and led the kid out of there.", "wheel, and whispered to the kid, \"Can you read the dealer?\" He smiled\n and nodded. \"All right. Call black or red.\"", "The wheel spun, but that didn't stop the betting. Jake's hungry. In\n his place you can still bet for a few seconds after the wheel starts\n turning.\n\n\n \"Black,\" Skippy said.", "I was supposed to be his stock clerk. While Henry and the other fellow\n were working on the cards at one end of the room, I would be moving", "got into the room and I laid it out for Skippy. \"You aim those field\n glasses out the window,\" I told him. \"Read Chapo's cards and let me", "Eight hundred? But before I could ask him, he was already talking:\n \"Eight big ones! Eight thousand bucks! And how you did it, I'll never\n know!\"", "with hanging jowls and a big dollar cigar; he announced that he only\n played for big stakes ... and, nodding toward the kid and me, that he\n didn't like an audience." ], [ "He laughed not only when the mark made some crack, but a lot of the\n time when he didn't. It got so the customers were looking at him with a\n lot of dislike, and that was bad for business.", "And then, take away the voices in his head, and Skippy didn't have much\n left. He wasn't very smart. If he had half as much in the way of brains", "I could understand a lot about Skippy now—why he didn't like most\n people, why he laughed at jokes nobody else thought were funny, or even", "But I didn't like Skippy's idea of proof. He offered to call off what\n everybody in the beanery was going to do next, barring three or four he", "So I called him out into the hall. \"Skippy,\" I said—that's what we\n called him, \"lay off.\nNever\nrub it in to a sucker. It's enough to\n take his money.\"", "and I came right back and called him for holding out. No, it didn't\n take much brains. All he had to do was come around to Skippy's place\n and give him a little lesson about talking.", "But the shade was down.\nWhen I turned around to look for Skippy, to ask him some questions, he\n was gone. Evidently he didn't want to answer.", "Being a genius, my theory is that when Henry worked Skippy over, he\n jarred his tuning strips, or whatever it is, so now Skippy's receiving", "I sat down beside him, quiet. He didn't look around. The counterman\n opened his mouth to say hello. I shook my head, but Skippy said,\n \"That's all right. I know you're there.\"", "Everybody was looking at us. He said softly, \"You see what it's like? I\n don't want to hear all this stuff! You think the counterman's got a bad", "I got a quick attack of cold fear. \"Skippy! What's the matter? Don't\n you hear them any more?\"", "After about an hour, Skippy put down the glasses and broke the news:\n the game was over.", "I felt pretty good. I even began to feel kindly toward the kid. At my\n age, bifocals are standard equipment, but to judge from Skippy's fast,", "So when I walked in the door, Skippy was there, but he was out cold,\n with lumps on his forehead and a stupid grin on his face. I woke him up\n and he recognized me.", "And think of the fringe benefits! With Skippy giving the women a\n preliminary screening, I could save a lot of wasted time. At my age,\n time is nothing to be wasted.", "I thought fast.\n\n\n There was still one chance. I got behind Chapo long enough to give\n Henry a wink and a nod toward the window. Then I took Skippy by the\n elbow and steered him out of there.", "When Skippy said black, I put the fifty on red. Black won it.\n\n\n \"Let's go,\" I said, and led the kid out of there.", "\"All my life,\" said Skippy, \"I've been hearing the voices. It doesn't\n matter if they talk out loud or not. Most people I can hear, even when", "\"I won't be on my own,\" I told him, and left him then. By myself? Not\n a chance! It was going to be Skippy and me, all the way. Not only", "counterman is on duty. I've got enough troubles in the world; I don't\n have to add to them by associating with\nhis\nkind." ], [ "a little extra cash on the side. It turns out that the other little\n wholesalers in the loft building where he has his business are all\n card players, and no pikers, either. So Henry spread the word that", "Henry looked at us miserably. But what was he going to do? If he didn't\n go along, the word could spread that maybe there was something wrong", "card players. That seems like pretty small stuff now. And I don't talk\n to Henry when I see him. And I\nnever\ngo in the beanery when that", "with hanging jowls and a big dollar cigar; he announced that he only\n played for big stakes ... and, nodding toward the kid and me, that he\n didn't like an audience.", "He said drearily, \"You've all got me marked lousy, haven't you? Don't\n kid me about Henry—I know. I'm not so sure about you, but it wouldn't\n surprise me.\"", "I was supposed to be his stock clerk. While Henry and the other fellow\n were working on the cards at one end of the room, I would be moving", "Then I got rid of him, because I had something to do.\nHenry came across. He even looked embarrassed. \"I figured,\" he said,\n \"uh, I figured that the expenses—\"", "I looked too, and then I saw what he was puzzled about. It was pretty\n obvious that Henry had missed my signal. He and the fish had played by\n the window, all right.", "Every push on the button was a shock on Henry's leg. One for spades,\n two for hearts, three for diamonds, four for clubs.", "the street. Henry too. That's how I know.\" He hesitated, looking at me.\n \"You think Henry took eight thousand off Chapo, don't you? It was ten.\"", "But before I got a chance, this fellow from Chicago came in, a big\n manufacturer named Chapo; a wheel, and he looked it. He was red-faced,", "The desk man in the scratch house looked up from his comic book. \"A\n room,\" I said. \"Me and my nephew want a room facing the street.\" And I\n pointed to the window of Henry's place, where I wanted it to face.", "So I called him out into the hall. \"Skippy,\" I said—that's what we\n called him, \"lay off.\nNever\nrub it in to a sucker. It's enough to\n take his money.\"", "\"How come I played to lose?\" I patted his shoulder. \"Sonny, you got a\n lot to learn. Jake's is no fair game. This was only a dry run.\"", "The wheel spun, but that didn't stop the betting. Jake's hungry. In\n his place you can still bet for a few seconds after the wheel starts\n turning.\n\n\n \"Black,\" Skippy said.", "The man was a thief, but I didn't have time to argue. Right across the\n street from Henry's place was a rundown hotel. That was our next stop.", "for nine, a long and two shorts for an eight ... it took a little\n memorizing, but it was worth it. Henry knew every card the other man\n held every time. And I got fifty per cent.", "\"I can hear every word that's on Henry's mind,\" he said somberly.\n \"You, no. Some people I can hear, some I can't; you're one I can't.\"", "We took our time getting back to Henry's place, so Chapo would have\n time to clear out. Henry greeted us with eight fingers in the air.", "He laughed not only when the mark made some crack, but a lot of the\n time when he didn't. It got so the customers were looking at him with a\n lot of dislike, and that was bad for business." ], [ "The desk man in the scratch house looked up from his comic book. \"A\n room,\" I said. \"Me and my nephew want a room facing the street.\" And I\n pointed to the window of Henry's place, where I wanted it to face.", "The man was a thief, but I didn't have time to argue. Right across the\n street from Henry's place was a rundown hotel. That was our next stop.", "Then I got rid of him, because I had something to do.\nHenry came across. He even looked embarrassed. \"I figured,\" he said,\n \"uh, I figured that the expenses—\"", "I was supposed to be his stock clerk. While Henry and the other fellow\n were working on the cards at one end of the room, I would be moving", "I looked too, and then I saw what he was puzzled about. It was pretty\n obvious that Henry had missed my signal. He and the fish had played by\n the window, all right.", "the street. Henry too. That's how I know.\" He hesitated, looking at me.\n \"You think Henry took eight thousand off Chapo, don't you? It was ten.\"", "He hadn't even finished talking when the woman was calling the\n counterman, and she got another cheese Danish. I thought it over. What\n he said about Henry holding out on me made it real serious. I had to\n have more proof.", "I beat up and down every block in the neighborhood until I spotted him\n in a beanery, drinking a cup of coffee and looking worried.", "Henry looked at us miserably. But what was he going to do? If he didn't\n go along, the word could spread that maybe there was something wrong", "mind, you ought to listen in on Henry's.\" He looked along the stools.\n \"See that fat little woman down at the end? She's going to order\n another cheese Danish.\"", "\"All right.\" I took him down the street to where they had genuine\n imported Japanese field glasses and laid out twenty bucks for a pair.", "I thought fast.\n\n\n There was still one chance. I got behind Chapo long enough to give\n Henry a wink and a nod toward the window. Then I took Skippy by the\n elbow and steered him out of there.", "\"I can hear every word that's on Henry's mind,\" he said somberly.\n \"You, no. Some people I can hear, some I can't; you're one I can't.\"", "We were all set to make a big score together, so I went back to his\n rooming house where I'd told him to wait, to get going on the big time.", "card players. That seems like pretty small stuff now. And I don't talk\n to Henry when I see him. And I\nnever\ngo in the beanery when that", "carry an extra hundred yards easy enough—with everything going for us,\n we had a chance. Provided Henry had been able to maneuver Chapo so his\n back was to the window.", "The bed merchant gave us a long stall about how the only room we wanted\n belonged to a sweet old lady that was sick and couldn't be moved. But\n for ten bucks she could be.", "got into the room and I laid it out for Skippy. \"You aim those field\n glasses out the window,\" I told him. \"Read Chapo's cards and let me", "worker, busy every second. I had to be. In order to see the man's\n hand I had to be nearby, but I had to keep moving so he wouldn't pay\n attention to me.", "I sat down beside him, quiet. He didn't look around. The counterman\n opened his mouth to say hello. I shook my head, but Skippy said,\n \"That's all right. I know you're there.\"" ], [ "I looked too, and then I saw what he was puzzled about. It was pretty\n obvious that Henry had missed my signal. He and the fish had played by\n the window, all right.", "for nine, a long and two shorts for an eight ... it took a little\n memorizing, but it was worth it. Henry knew every card the other man\n held every time. And I got fifty per cent.", "off on the transmitter as he read the cards to me. I couldn't see the\n players, didn't know the score; but if he was giving the cards to me\n right, I was getting them out to Henry.", "card players. That seems like pretty small stuff now. And I don't talk\n to Henry when I see him. And I\nnever\ngo in the beanery when that", "Henry looked at us miserably. But what was he going to do? If he didn't\n go along, the word could spread that maybe there was something wrong", "Then I got rid of him, because I had something to do.\nHenry came across. He even looked embarrassed. \"I figured,\" he said,\n \"uh, I figured that the expenses—\"", "\"How come I played to lose?\" I patted his shoulder. \"Sonny, you got a\n lot to learn. Jake's is no fair game. This was only a dry run.\"", "I thought fast.\n\n\n There was still one chance. I got behind Chapo long enough to give\n Henry a wink and a nod toward the window. Then I took Skippy by the\n elbow and steered him out of there.", "a little extra cash on the side. It turns out that the other little\n wholesalers in the loft building where he has his business are all\n card players, and no pikers, either. So Henry spread the word that", "Every push on the button was a shock on Henry's leg. One for spades,\n two for hearts, three for diamonds, four for clubs.", "card game—somebody taking a beating will sound off, to take away some\n of the sting, but nobody laughs because the cracks are never funny. But\n they were to our new boy.", "I was supposed to be his stock clerk. While Henry and the other fellow\n were working on the cards at one end of the room, I would be moving", "All the time I was wondering how many hands were being played, if we\n were stuck money and how much—all kinds of things. But finally we", "But he didn't grin back. He looked puzzled. He glanced toward the\n window.", "What I am is a genius, and I give you a piece of advice: Do not ever\n play cards with a stranger. The stranger might be me. Where there are", "\"I can hear every word that's on Henry's mind,\" he said somberly.\n \"You, no. Some people I can hear, some I can't; you're one I can't.\"", "When Skippy said black, I put the fifty on red. Black won it.\n\n\n \"Let's go,\" I said, and led the kid out of there.", "the street. Henry too. That's how I know.\" He hesitated, looking at me.\n \"You think Henry took eight thousand off Chapo, don't you? It was ten.\"", "He said drearily, \"You've all got me marked lousy, haven't you? Don't\n kid me about Henry—I know. I'm not so sure about you, but it wouldn't\n surprise me.\"", "The wheel spun, but that didn't stop the betting. Jake's hungry. In\n his place you can still bet for a few seconds after the wheel starts\n turning.\n\n\n \"Black,\" Skippy said." ], [ "I said, \"You can always quit,\" but then stopped. Because it was a lie.\n He couldn't quit—not until I found out how he read Chapo's cards\n through a drawn shade.", "I thought fast.\n\n\n There was still one chance. I got behind Chapo long enough to give\n Henry a wink and a nod toward the window. Then I took Skippy by the\n elbow and steered him out of there.", "got into the room and I laid it out for Skippy. \"You aim those field\n glasses out the window,\" I told him. \"Read Chapo's cards and let me", "\"How come I played to lose?\" I patted his shoulder. \"Sonny, you got a\n lot to learn. Jake's is no fair game. This was only a dry run.\"", "for nine, a long and two shorts for an eight ... it took a little\n memorizing, but it was worth it. Henry knew every card the other man\n held every time. And I got fifty per cent.", "But before I got a chance, this fellow from Chicago came in, a big\n manufacturer named Chapo; a wheel, and he looked it. He was red-faced,", "the street. Henry too. That's how I know.\" He hesitated, looking at me.\n \"You think Henry took eight thousand off Chapo, don't you? It was ten.\"", "We took our time getting back to Henry's place, so Chapo would have\n time to clear out. Henry greeted us with eight fingers in the air.", "carry an extra hundred yards easy enough—with everything going for us,\n we had a chance. Provided Henry had been able to maneuver Chapo so his\n back was to the window.", "What I am is a genius, and I give you a piece of advice: Do not ever\n play cards with a stranger. The stranger might be me. Where there are", "When Skippy said black, I put the fifty on red. Black won it.\n\n\n \"Let's go,\" I said, and led the kid out of there.", "they don't want me to. Field glasses? I didn't need field glasses. I\n could hear every thought that went through Chapo's mind, clear across", "\"Running out?\" He shrugged. \"It's not the first mistake I made,\" he\n said bitterly. \"Getting into your little setup with the bugged game\n came before that.\"", "a little extra cash on the side. It turns out that the other little\n wholesalers in the loft building where he has his business are all\n card players, and no pikers, either. So Henry spread the word that", "But this way I had my own personal bug in every game in town, and I\n didn't even have to spend for batteries. Card games, gaffed wheels,", "card game—somebody taking a beating will sound off, to take away some\n of the sting, but nobody laughs because the cracks are never funny. But\n they were to our new boy.", "wheel, and whispered to the kid, \"Can you read the dealer?\" He smiled\n and nodded. \"All right. Call black or red.\"", "with hanging jowls and a big dollar cigar; he announced that he only\n played for big stakes ... and, nodding toward the kid and me, that he\n didn't like an audience.", "All the time I was wondering how many hands were being played, if we\n were stuck money and how much—all kinds of things. But finally we", "That's a twenty-four-hour place and the doorman knows me. I knew Jake\n and I knew his roulette wheel was gaffed. I walked right up to the" ], [ "And then, take away the voices in his head, and Skippy didn't have much\n left. He wasn't very smart. If he had half as much in the way of brains", "I could understand a lot about Skippy now—why he didn't like most\n people, why he laughed at jokes nobody else thought were funny, or even", "So when I walked in the door, Skippy was there, but he was out cold,\n with lumps on his forehead and a stupid grin on his face. I woke him up\n and he recognized me.", "\"All my life,\" said Skippy, \"I've been hearing the voices. It doesn't\n matter if they talk out loud or not. Most people I can hear, even when", "Like I say, I'm a genius. Skippy wouldn't lie to me; he's not smart\n enough. If he says he hears voices, he hears voices.", "He laughed not only when the mark made some crack, but a lot of the\n time when he didn't. It got so the customers were looking at him with a\n lot of dislike, and that was bad for business.", "Being a genius, my theory is that when Henry worked Skippy over, he\n jarred his tuning strips, or whatever it is, so now Skippy's receiving", "\"I won't be on my own,\" I told him, and left him then. By myself? Not\n a chance! It was going to be Skippy and me, all the way. Not only", "Our new boy was around twenty. He had a swept-wing haircut, complete\n with tail fins. Also he had a silly laugh. Now, there are jokes in a", "When Skippy said black, I put the fifty on red. Black won it.\n\n\n \"Let's go,\" I said, and led the kid out of there.", "I got a quick attack of cold fear. \"Skippy! What's the matter? Don't\n you hear them any more?\"", "So I called him out into the hall. \"Skippy,\" I said—that's what we\n called him, \"lay off.\nNever\nrub it in to a sucker. It's enough to\n take his money.\"", "and I came right back and called him for holding out. No, it didn't\n take much brains. All he had to do was come around to Skippy's place\n and give him a little lesson about talking.", "I felt pretty good. I even began to feel kindly toward the kid. At my\n age, bifocals are standard equipment, but to judge from Skippy's fast,", "I sat down beside him, quiet. He didn't look around. The counterman\n opened his mouth to say hello. I shook my head, but Skippy said,\n \"That's all right. I know you're there.\"", "He laughed.", "I thought fast.\n\n\n There was still one chance. I got behind Chapo long enough to give\n Henry a wink and a nod toward the window. Then I took Skippy by the\n elbow and steered him out of there.", "But the shade was down.\nWhen I turned around to look for Skippy, to ask him some questions, he\n was gone. Evidently he didn't want to answer.", "The wheel spun, but that didn't stop the betting. Jake's hungry. In\n his place you can still bet for a few seconds after the wheel starts\n turning.\n\n\n \"Black,\" Skippy said.", "But you don't make your TV set play better by kicking it. You don't\n help a fine Swiss watch by pounding it on an anvil. Skippy could walk" ], [ "And then, take away the voices in his head, and Skippy didn't have much\n left. He wasn't very smart. If he had half as much in the way of brains", "I sat down beside him, quiet. He didn't look around. The counterman\n opened his mouth to say hello. I shook my head, but Skippy said,\n \"That's all right. I know you're there.\"", "\"I won't be on my own,\" I told him, and left him then. By myself? Not\n a chance! It was going to be Skippy and me, all the way. Not only", "and I came right back and called him for holding out. No, it didn't\n take much brains. All he had to do was come around to Skippy's place\n and give him a little lesson about talking.", "So when I walked in the door, Skippy was there, but he was out cold,\n with lumps on his forehead and a stupid grin on his face. I woke him up\n and he recognized me.", "got into the room and I laid it out for Skippy. \"You aim those field\n glasses out the window,\" I told him. \"Read Chapo's cards and let me", "I thought fast.\n\n\n There was still one chance. I got behind Chapo long enough to give\n Henry a wink and a nod toward the window. Then I took Skippy by the\n elbow and steered him out of there.", "But I didn't like Skippy's idea of proof. He offered to call off what\n everybody in the beanery was going to do next, barring three or four he", "Like I say, I'm a genius. Skippy wouldn't lie to me; he's not smart\n enough. If he says he hears voices, he hears voices.", "And think of the fringe benefits! With Skippy giving the women a\n preliminary screening, I could save a lot of wasted time. At my age,\n time is nothing to be wasted.", "When Skippy said black, I put the fifty on red. Black won it.\n\n\n \"Let's go,\" I said, and led the kid out of there.", "I could understand a lot about Skippy now—why he didn't like most\n people, why he laughed at jokes nobody else thought were funny, or even", "I felt pretty good. I even began to feel kindly toward the kid. At my\n age, bifocals are standard equipment, but to judge from Skippy's fast,", "I got a quick attack of cold fear. \"Skippy! What's the matter? Don't\n you hear them any more?\"", "\"All my life,\" said Skippy, \"I've been hearing the voices. It doesn't\n matter if they talk out loud or not. Most people I can hear, even when", "Being a genius, my theory is that when Henry worked Skippy over, he\n jarred his tuning strips, or whatever it is, so now Skippy's receiving", "Because we still had a chance. With the field glasses and Skippy's\n young, good eyes to look through them, with the transmitter that would", "So I called him out into the hall. \"Skippy,\" I said—that's what we\n called him, \"lay off.\nNever\nrub it in to a sucker. It's enough to\n take his money.\"", "I hadn't told Henry who tipped me off, but it didn't take him long to\n work out. After all, I had told him I was going out to look for Skippy,", "However, Henry had more brains than Skippy." ], [ "I hadn't told Henry who tipped me off, but it didn't take him long to\n work out. After all, I had told him I was going out to look for Skippy,", "I thought fast.\n\n\n There was still one chance. I got behind Chapo long enough to give\n Henry a wink and a nod toward the window. Then I took Skippy by the\n elbow and steered him out of there.", "However, Henry had more brains than Skippy.", "Being a genius, my theory is that when Henry worked Skippy over, he\n jarred his tuning strips, or whatever it is, so now Skippy's receiving", "and I came right back and called him for holding out. No, it didn't\n take much brains. All he had to do was come around to Skippy's place\n and give him a little lesson about talking.", "I looked too, and then I saw what he was puzzled about. It was pretty\n obvious that Henry had missed my signal. He and the fish had played by\n the window, all right.", "the street. Henry too. That's how I know.\" He hesitated, looking at me.\n \"You think Henry took eight thousand off Chapo, don't you? It was ten.\"", "So when I walked in the door, Skippy was there, but he was out cold,\n with lumps on his forehead and a stupid grin on his face. I woke him up\n and he recognized me.", "I sat down beside him, quiet. He didn't look around. The counterman\n opened his mouth to say hello. I shook my head, but Skippy said,\n \"That's all right. I know you're there.\"", "And then, take away the voices in his head, and Skippy didn't have much\n left. He wasn't very smart. If he had half as much in the way of brains", "Henry looked at us miserably. But what was he going to do? If he didn't\n go along, the word could spread that maybe there was something wrong", "Then I got rid of him, because I had something to do.\nHenry came across. He even looked embarrassed. \"I figured,\" he said,\n \"uh, I figured that the expenses—\"", "got into the room and I laid it out for Skippy. \"You aim those field\n glasses out the window,\" I told him. \"Read Chapo's cards and let me", "So I called him out into the hall. \"Skippy,\" I said—that's what we\n called him, \"lay off.\nNever\nrub it in to a sucker. It's enough to\n take his money.\"", "When Skippy said black, I put the fifty on red. Black won it.\n\n\n \"Let's go,\" I said, and led the kid out of there.", "off on the transmitter as he read the cards to me. I couldn't see the\n players, didn't know the score; but if he was giving the cards to me\n right, I was getting them out to Henry.", "He hadn't even finished talking when the woman was calling the\n counterman, and she got another cheese Danish. I thought it over. What\n he said about Henry holding out on me made it real serious. I had to\n have more proof.", "for nine, a long and two shorts for an eight ... it took a little\n memorizing, but it was worth it. Henry knew every card the other man\n held every time. And I got fifty per cent.", "\"I can hear every word that's on Henry's mind,\" he said somberly.\n \"You, no. Some people I can hear, some I can't; you're one I can't.\"", "\"I won't be on my own,\" I told him, and left him then. By myself? Not\n a chance! It was going to be Skippy and me, all the way. Not only" ], [ "\"All my life,\" said Skippy, \"I've been hearing the voices. It doesn't\n matter if they talk out loud or not. Most people I can hear, even when", "And then, take away the voices in his head, and Skippy didn't have much\n left. He wasn't very smart. If he had half as much in the way of brains", "Like I say, I'm a genius. Skippy wouldn't lie to me; he's not smart\n enough. If he says he hears voices, he hears voices.", "I got a quick attack of cold fear. \"Skippy! What's the matter? Don't\n you hear them any more?\"", "Being a genius, my theory is that when Henry worked Skippy over, he\n jarred his tuning strips, or whatever it is, so now Skippy's receiving", "on another frequency. Make sense? I'm positive about it. He sticks to\n the same story, telling me about what he's hearing inside his head, and\n he's too stupid to make it all up.", "guess\nthey're\n people—whose voices he hears. They're skinny and furry and very\n religious. He can't understand their language, but he gets pictures", "I could understand a lot about Skippy now—why he didn't like most\n people, why he laughed at jokes nobody else thought were funny, or even", "and talk all right, but something was missing. \"The voices!\" he yelled,\n sitting up on the edge of the bed.", "I sat down beside him, quiet. He didn't look around. The counterman\n opened his mouth to say hello. I shook my head, but Skippy said,\n \"That's all right. I know you're there.\"", "So when I walked in the door, Skippy was there, but he was out cold,\n with lumps on his forehead and a stupid grin on his face. I woke him up\n and he recognized me.", "\"I can hear every word that's on Henry's mind,\" he said somberly.\n \"You, no. Some people I can hear, some I can't; you're one I can't.\"", "\"I won't be on my own,\" I told him, and left him then. By myself? Not\n a chance! It was going to be Skippy and me, all the way. Not only", "and I came right back and called him for holding out. No, it didn't\n take much brains. All he had to do was come around to Skippy's place\n and give him a little lesson about talking.", "So I called him out into the hall. \"Skippy,\" I said—that's what we\n called him, \"lay off.\nNever\nrub it in to a sucker. It's enough to\n take his money.\"", "But I didn't like Skippy's idea of proof. He offered to call off what\n everybody in the beanery was going to do next, barring three or four he", "got into the room and I laid it out for Skippy. \"You aim those field\n glasses out the window,\" I told him. \"Read Chapo's cards and let me", "When Skippy said black, I put the fifty on red. Black won it.\n\n\n \"Let's go,\" I said, and led the kid out of there.", "After about an hour, Skippy put down the glasses and broke the news:\n the game was over.", "I thought fast.\n\n\n There was still one chance. I got behind Chapo long enough to give\n Henry a wink and a nod toward the window. Then I took Skippy by the\n elbow and steered him out of there." ] ]

[ "What does the author think that social media has the power to amplify?", "What does the author argue is central to human evolution?", "What was the earliest by date digital social communities mentioned by the Author?", "What makes digital social communities useful for scientific study?", "Why does the author think the technical design of online communities important?", "What does the author find perplexing about many online communities?", "What does the author imply is the biggest factor in humans collaborating with one another?", "What type of media does the author believe will be the most influential on the immediate future?", "How does the author define participatory media?" ]

[ [ "Both Positive and Negative Social Behaviors", "Negative Social Interactions", "Antisocial Behaviors", "Positive Altruistic Behavior" ], [ "Social invention", "Curiosity", "Self-interest", "Abstract thinking" ], [ "LINUX", "Electronic Networking Association", "Freesouls", "Wikipedia" ], [ "It costs less money to use participants of studies online", "There are fewer laws and regulations surrounding them", "There are large quantities of data associated with them", "They were recently invented and remain relatively unknown" ], [ "It can dictate how much money there is to be made from certain communities ", "It's important to always make progress when changing the designs", "It can dictate whether or not users have positive or negative experiences", "Older social medias had much better designs that modern ones" ], [ "Why everyone doesn't use various online communities", "The governmental regulations surrounding online communities", "Why people help one another without compensation", "The technical happenings that allow the communities to work" ], [ "Teaching people to speak and write the same language", "Financially incentivizing people", "Making communities more accessible", "Spending more time in smaller communities" ], [ "Government-approved media", "Visual media", "Participatory media", "Print media" ], [ "When the media allows for audience response", "When the media consumers are also content creators", "When the media is broadcast by a small group of people for a large group", "Print, radio, and television" ] ]

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[ [ "complicated things together” would do. Online social networks can be\n powerful amplifiers of collective action precisely because they augment\n and extend the power of ever-complexifying human sociality. To be sure,", "gossip, conflict, slander, fraud, greed and bigotry are part of human\n sociality, and those parts of human behavior can be amplified, too. But", "Social networks, when amplified by information and communication\n networks, enable broader, faster, and lower cost coordination\n of activities. This is an economic and political characteristic.", "sociality.” That sounds right. But how would it be done? It’s easy to\n say and not as easy to see the ways in which social codes and power\n structures mold the design of communication media. We must develop a", "just from the size of the audience, but from their power to link\n to each other, to form a public as well as a market. This is a\n psychological and social characteristic.", "Many-to-many media now make it possible for every person connected\n to the network to broadcast as well as receive text, images,\n audio, video, software, data, discussions, transactions,", "a foundation for scientific argument−all theory was anecdotal. By now,\n however, there is plenty of data.\nOne particularly useful affordance of online sociality is that a great", "Like the early days of print, radio, and television, the present\n structure of the participatory media regime−the political, economic,\n social and cultural institutions that constrain and empower the way", "others in this book, I started out by experiencing the new ways of being\n that Internet social media have made possible. And like the other\n Freesouls, Joi Ito has played a catalytic, communitarian,", "digital socializing be mitigated or eliminated by better media design?\n In what ways does the design of social media enable or prevent heartfelt\n communitas, organized collective action, social capital, cultural and", "vlogosphere, twitterverse and other realms of digital discourse, I’ve\n continued to track new research and theory about what cyberculture might\n mean and the ways in which online communication media influence and are", "This is a technical- structural characteristic.\nParticipatory media are social media whose value and power derives\n from the active participation of many people. Value derives not", "possible to connect with people who shared my interests, even if I had\n never heard of them before, even if they lived on the other side of the\n world. But in parallel with my direct experience of the blogosphere,", "many-to-many, multimedia network of a billion people. We started to\n dream about future cybersocial possibilities only after personally\n experiencing something new, moving and authentic in our webs of budding", "want, whenever they want to add it (“self election”). There is plenty of\n evidence to support the hypothesis that what used to be considered\n altruism is now a byproduct of daily life online. So much of what we", "freedom and wealth for more people than one in which a small portion of\n the population produces culture that the majority passively consume. The\n technological infrastructure for participatory media has grown rapidly,", "altruism, fun, community and curiosity are also parts of human\n sociality−and I propose that the Web is an existence proof that these\n capabilities can be amplified, as well. Indeed, our species’ social", "computations, tags, or links to and from every other person. The\n asymmetry between broadcaster and audience that was dictated by\n the structure of pre-digital technologies has changed radically.", "introduce the individual to a community. Literacy links technology and\n sociality. The alphabet did not cause the Roman Empire, but made it\n possible. Printing did not cause democracy or science, but literate", "Like Yochai Benkler and Henry Jenkins, I believe that a\n participatory culture in which most of the population see themselves as\n creators as well as consumers of culture is far more likely to generate" ], [ "inventiveness is central to what it is to be human. The parts of the\n human brain that evolved most recently, and which are connected to what", "the rituals that remove boundaries of mistrust and bind groups together,\n from bands to communities to civilizations, may have been enabled by\n (and may have driven the rapid evolution of) that uniquely human brain", "together for fun, for the love of a challenge, and because we sometimes\n enjoy working together to make something beneficial to everybody. If I\n had to reduce the essence of Homo sapiens to five words, “people do", "we consider to be our “higher” faculties of reason and forethought, are\n also essential to social life. The neural information-processing\n required for recognizing people, remembering their reputations, learning", "structure, the neocortex.\nBut I didn’t start out by thinking about the evolutionary dynamics of\n sociality and the amplification of collective action. 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But", "economic production, together with the market and the firm. If Benkler\n is right, the new story about how humans get things done includes an\n important corollary−if tools like the PC and the Internet make it easy", "following on Neil Postman and others, the set of skills that enable\n individuals to encode and decode knowledge and power via speech,\n writing, printing and collective action, and which, when learned,", "sociality.” That sounds right. But how would it be done? It’s easy to\n say and not as easy to see the ways in which social codes and power\n structures mold the design of communication media. We must develop a", "to take advantage of digital technologies to address the most severe\n problems that face our species and the biosphere, computers, telephones\n and digital networks are not enough. We need new literacies around", "want, whenever they want to add it (“self election”). 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I first encountered Yochai\n Benkler in pursuit of my curiosity about the reason people would work", "programmers and political scientists. Back when people online argued in\n 1200 baud text about whether one could properly call what we were doing\n a form of community, there was no body of empirical evidence to serve as", "shaped by social forces.\nThe Values of Volunteers\nOne of the first questions that arose from my earliest experiences\n online was the question of why people in online communities should spend", "others in this book, I started out by experiencing the new ways of being\n that Internet social media have made possible. And like the other\n Freesouls, Joi Ito has played a catalytic, communitarian,", "a foundation for scientific argument−all theory was anecdotal. By now,\n however, there is plenty of data.\nOne particularly useful affordance of online sociality is that a great", "another effect is a rich body of data about online behavior. Every one\n of Wikipedia’s millions of edits, and all the discussion and talk pages\n associated with those edits, is available for inspection−along with", "many-to-many, multimedia network of a billion people. We started to\n dream about future cybersocial possibilities only after personally\n experiencing something new, moving and authentic in our webs of budding", "want, whenever they want to add it (“self election”). There is plenty of\n evidence to support the hypothesis that what used to be considered\n altruism is now a byproduct of daily life online. So much of what we", "friendship and collaboration. In recent years, cyberculture studies has\n grown into a discipline−more properly, an interdiscipline involving\n sociologists, anthropologists, historians, psychologists, economists,", "vlogosphere, twitterverse and other realms of digital discourse, I’ve\n continued to track new research and theory about what cyberculture might\n mean and the ways in which online communication media influence and are", "altruism, fun, community and curiosity are also parts of human\n sociality−and I propose that the Web is an existence proof that these\n capabilities can be amplified, as well. Indeed, our species’ social", "computations, tags, or links to and from every other person. The\n asymmetry between broadcaster and audience that was dictated by\n the structure of pre-digital technologies has changed radically.", "Many-to-many media now make it possible for every person connected\n to the network to broadcast as well as receive text, images,\n audio, video, software, data, discussions, transactions,", "economic production? I’ve continued to make a direct experience of my\n life online−from lifelong friends like Joi Ito to the other people\n around the world I’ve come to know, because online media made it", "more powerful on what already exists. Is it possible to understand\n exactly what it is about the web that makes Wikipedia, Linux,\n FightAIDS@Home, the Gutenberg Project and Creative Commons possible? And" ], [ "together for fun, for the love of a challenge, and because we sometimes\n enjoy working together to make something beneficial to everybody. If I\n had to reduce the essence of Homo sapiens to five words, “people do", "enough, people are willing to work together for non-market incentives to\n create software, encyclopedias and archives of public domain literature.\n While the old story is that people are highly unlikely to", "cooperate with strangers to voluntarily create public goods, the new\n story seems to be that people will indeed create significant common\n value voluntarily, if it is easy enough for anybody to add what they", "altruism, fun, community and curiosity are also parts of human\n sociality−and I propose that the Web is an existence proof that these\n capabilities can be amplified, as well. Indeed, our species’ social", "friendship and collaboration. In recent years, cyberculture studies has\n grown into a discipline−more properly, an interdiscipline involving\n sociologists, anthropologists, historians, psychologists, economists,", "focused on the well-known flavors of self-interest, which make for great\n drama−survival, power, wealth, sex, glory. People also do things", "the rituals that remove boundaries of mistrust and bind groups together,\n from bands to communities to civilizations, may have been enabled by\n (and may have driven the rapid evolution of) that uniquely human brain", "we consider to be our “higher” faculties of reason and forethought, are\n also essential to social life. The neural information-processing\n required for recognizing people, remembering their reputations, learning", "inventiveness is central to what it is to be human. The parts of the\n human brain that evolved most recently, and which are connected to what", "economic production, together with the market and the firm. If Benkler\n is right, the new story about how humans get things done includes an\n important corollary−if tools like the PC and the Internet make it easy", "structure, the neocortex.\nBut I didn’t start out by thinking about the evolutionary dynamics of\n sociality and the amplification of collective action. Like all of the", "so much time answering each other’s questions, solving each other’s\n problems, without financial compensation. I first encountered Yochai\n Benkler in pursuit of my curiosity about the reason people would work", "complicated things together” would do. Online social networks can be\n powerful amplifiers of collective action precisely because they augment\n and extend the power of ever-complexifying human sociality. To be sure,", "together with strangers, without pay, to create something nobody\n owns−free and open source software. First in Coase’s Penguin, and\n then in The Wealth of Networks, Benkler contributed to important", "gossip, conflict, slander, fraud, greed and bigotry are part of human\n sociality, and those parts of human behavior can be amplified, too. But", "want, whenever they want to add it (“self election”). There is plenty of\n evidence to support the hypothesis that what used to be considered\n altruism is now a byproduct of daily life online. So much of what we", "to TCP/IP, are where human social genius can meet the augmenting power\n of technological networks. Literacy is the most important method Homo\n sapiens has used to introduce systems and tools to other humans, to", "just from the size of the audience, but from their power to link\n to each other, to form a public as well as a market. This is a\n psychological and social characteristic.", "introduce the individual to a community. Literacy links technology and\n sociality. The alphabet did not cause the Roman Empire, but made it\n possible. Printing did not cause democracy or science, but literate", "Participative Pedagogy for a Literacy of Literacies\nPeople act and learn together for a rich mixture of reasons. The current\n story that most of us tell ourselves about how humans get things done is" ], [ "media to learn, inform, persuade, investigate, reveal, advocate and\n organize, the more likely the future infosphere will allow, enable and\n encourage liberty and participation. Such literacy can only make action", "Like the early days of print, radio, and television, the present\n structure of the participatory media regime−the political, economic,\n social and cultural institutions that constrain and empower the way", "sociality.” That sounds right. But how would it be done? It’s easy to\n say and not as easy to see the ways in which social codes and power\n structures mold the design of communication media. We must develop a", "Many-to-many media now make it possible for every person connected\n to the network to broadcast as well as receive text, images,\n audio, video, software, data, discussions, transactions,", "to control the new regime, a potentially decisive and presently\n unknown variable is the degree and kind of public participation.\n Because the unique power of the new media regime is precisely its", "the new medium can be used, and which impose structures on flows of\n information and capital−is still unsettled. As legislative and\n regulatory battles, business competition, and social institutions vie", "freedom and wealth for more people than one in which a small portion of\n the population produces culture that the majority passively consume. The\n technological infrastructure for participatory media has grown rapidly,", "Like Yochai Benkler and Henry Jenkins, I believe that a\n participatory culture in which most of the population see themselves as\n creators as well as consumers of culture is far more likely to generate", "In Using Participatory Media and Public Voice to Encourage Civic\n Engagement, I wrote:\nIf print culture shaped the environment in which the Enlightenment", "many-to-many, multimedia network of a billion people. We started to\n dream about future cybersocial possibilities only after personally\n experiencing something new, moving and authentic in our webs of budding", "vlogosphere, twitterverse and other realms of digital discourse, I’ve\n continued to track new research and theory about what cyberculture might\n mean and the ways in which online communication media influence and are", "shift in the way our culture operates). For this reason, participatory\n media literacy is not another subject to be shoehorned into the\n curriculum as job training for knowledge workers.", "possible. Literacies are the prerequisite for the human agency that used\n alphabets, presses and digital networks to create wealth, alleviate\n suffering and invent new institutions. If the humans currently alive are", "blossomed and set the scene for the Industrial Revolution,\n participatory media might similarly shape the cognitive and social\n environments in which twenty first century life will take place (a", "introduce the individual to a community. Literacy links technology and\n sociality. The alphabet did not cause the Roman Empire, but made it\n possible. Printing did not cause democracy or science, but literate", "following on Neil Postman and others, the set of skills that enable\n individuals to encode and decode knowledge and power via speech,\n writing, printing and collective action, and which, when learned,", "Participatory media include (but aren’t limited to) blogs, wikis, RSS,\n tagging and social bookmarking, music-photo-video sharing, mashups,", "podcasts, digital storytelling, virtual communities, social network\n services, virtual environments, and videoblogs. These distinctly\n different media share three common, interrelated characteristics:", "others in this book, I started out by experiencing the new ways of being\n that Internet social media have made possible. And like the other\n Freesouls, Joi Ito has played a catalytic, communitarian,", "This is a technical- structural characteristic.\nParticipatory media are social media whose value and power derives\n from the active participation of many people. Value derives not" ], [ "Participatory media include (but aren’t limited to) blogs, wikis, RSS,\n tagging and social bookmarking, music-photo-video sharing, mashups,", "This is a technical- structural characteristic.\nParticipatory media are social media whose value and power derives\n from the active participation of many people. Value derives not", "Like the early days of print, radio, and television, the present\n structure of the participatory media regime−the political, economic,\n social and cultural institutions that constrain and empower the way", "participatory media, the dynamics of cooperation and collective action,\n the effective deployment of attention and the relatively rational and\n critical discourse necessary for a healthy public sphere.\nMedia Literacies", "A Participative Pedagogy\nTo accomplish this attention-turning, we must develop a participative\n pedagogy, assisted by digital media and networked publics, that focuses", "shift in the way our culture operates). For this reason, participatory\n media literacy is not another subject to be shoehorned into the\n curriculum as job training for knowledge workers.", "freedom and wealth for more people than one in which a small portion of\n the population produces culture that the majority passively consume. The\n technological infrastructure for participatory media has grown rapidly,", "Like Yochai Benkler and Henry Jenkins, I believe that a\n participatory culture in which most of the population see themselves as\n creators as well as consumers of culture is far more likely to generate", "participative pedagogy, assisted by digital media and networked publics,\n that focuses on catalyzing, inspiring, nourishing, facilitating, and\n guiding literacies essential to individual and collective life.", "participatory potential, the number of people who participate in using\n it during its formative years, and the skill with which they attempt\n to take advantage of this potential, is particularly salient.", "to control the new regime, a potentially decisive and presently\n unknown variable is the degree and kind of public participation.\n Because the unique power of the new media regime is precisely its", "media to learn, inform, persuade, investigate, reveal, advocate and\n organize, the more likely the future infosphere will allow, enable and\n encourage liberty and participation. Such literacy can only make action", "In Using Participatory Media and Public Voice to Encourage Civic\n Engagement, I wrote:\nIf print culture shaped the environment in which the Enlightenment", "Many-to-many media now make it possible for every person connected\n to the network to broadcast as well as receive text, images,\n audio, video, software, data, discussions, transactions,", "collaboration−is what is required to use that infrastructure to create a\n participatory culture. A population with broadband infrastructure and\n ubiquitous computing could be a captive audience for a cultural", "podcasts, digital storytelling, virtual communities, social network\n services, virtual environments, and videoblogs. These distinctly\n different media share three common, interrelated characteristics:", "blossomed and set the scene for the Industrial Revolution,\n participatory media might similarly shape the cognitive and social\n environments in which twenty first century life will take place (a", "Participative Pedagogy for a Literacy of Literacies\nPeople act and learn together for a rich mixture of reasons. The current\n story that most of us tell ourselves about how humans get things done is", "others in this book, I started out by experiencing the new ways of being\n that Internet social media have made possible. And like the other\n Freesouls, Joi Ito has played a catalytic, communitarian,", "sociality.” That sounds right. But how would it be done? It’s easy to\n say and not as easy to see the ways in which social codes and power\n structures mold the design of communication media. We must develop a" ] ]

[ "Why does the author think the issue of Green OA is important?", "Who does the author think that the issue of Green OA is important to? ", "What is the main concern of publishers about green OA policies?", "What does the author use as a counterpoint to the concerns of the publishers about subscription cancelations? ", "What does the author use as a synonym for OA ", "What does the author argue the relationship between downloads and subscriptions are?", "What does the author believe that information provided by using physics as an example of OA practices imply?", "Why does the author believe that universities should not worry about the effects of their OA practices?", "What did the research show as the main reason for libraries canceling publication subscriptions?", "In which scenarios did OA increase subscription retention? " ]

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[ [ "The internet as a political tool", "Geopolitical tension", "Government dysfunction", "The Democratic Party" ], [ "The U.S. not being cooperative with the rest of the world", "The election of Donald Trump", "Rising geopolitical tensions caused by misuse of the internet ", "Brexit; Britain exiting the European Union" ], [ "Democracy", "Globalism", "Socialism", "Nationalism" ], [ "China", "Russia", "Europe ", "U.S." ], [ "A cheaper cost for the consumers", "Increased government censorship ", "Increased security against cyber attacks", "Faster data transfer speeds " ], [ "To create long term construction projects and the jobs that go with them", "To update old and decaying infrastructure", "To better protect against physical attacks on their internet", "To save the consumers in their countries money" ], [ "Governments", "Corporate Interests", "Social Advocate Groups ", "All of the other answers working cooperatively" ], [ "By allowing the Snowden revelations to be released", "By allowing the structural functions of the internet to fall out of US control ", "By threatening to retake control of many of the structural functions of the internet", "By increasing the price of access to the internet for everyday citizens" ], [ "By censoring the internet in their countries and restricting citizens' access", "By organizing large scale protests such as the Women's March", "By sanctioning the governments of the countries where these corporations are located", "By creating their own domestic versions of the corporations" ], [ "Better internet protocol and practices could be discovered by starting fresh", "It would lead to the internet being less centralized in the western world, particularly the U.S.", "It would allow organizations like the U.N. to operate more efficiently ", "Construction of new national internet infrastructure would help the global economy" ] ]

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