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as stupid as you were。〃
〃B…but 。 。 。 aren't you really a 。 。 。〃
〃Easy now！〃 Deathwish snapped； and there was enough of the old venom and vileness to lower Bill's body temperature six degrees。 Then Deathwish smiled again。 〃Can't blame you； son； for carrying on this way； you being kind of stupid and from a rube planet and having your education retarded by the troopers and all that。 But wake up； boyl Military education is far too important a thing to be wasted by allowing amateurs to get involved。 If you read some of the things in our college textbooks it would make your blood run cold； yes indeed。 Do you realize that in prehistoric times the drill sergeants； or whatever it was they called them； were real sadists！ The armed forces would let these people with no real knowledge absolutely destroy recruits。 Let them learn to hate the service before they learned to fear it； which plays hell with discipline。 And talk about wasteful！ They were always marching someone to death by accident or drowning a squad or nonsense like that。 The waste alone would make you cry。〃
〃Could I ask what you majored in in college？〃 Bill asked in a very tiny and humble voice。
〃Military Discipline； Spirit breaking； and Method Acting。 A rough course； four years； but I graduated sigma cum； which is not bad for a boy from a working…class family。 I've made a career of the service； and that's why I can't understand why the ungrateful bastards went and shipped me out on this crummy can！〃 He lifted his gold…rimmed glasses to flick away a developing tear。
〃You expect gratitude from the service？〃 Bill asked humbly。
〃No； of； course not； how foolish of me。 Thanks for jerking me back into line； Bill； …you'll make a good trooper。 All I expect is criminal indifference which I can take advantage of by working through the Old Boys Network； bribery； cutting false orders； black…marketing； and the other usual things。 It's just that I had been doing a good job on you slobs in Camp Leon Trotsky； and the l east I expected was to be left alone to keep doing it； which was pretty damn stupid of me。 I had better get cracking on my transfer now。〃 He slid to his feet and stowed the candy and gold…rimmed glasses away in a locked footlocker。
Bill； who in moments of shock found it hard to adjust instantly； was still bobbing his head and occasionally banging it with the heel of his hand。 〃Lucky thing；〃 he said； 〃for your chosen career that you were born deformed…I mean you have such nice teeth。〃
〃Luck nothing；〃 Deathwish said； plunking one of his projecting tusks； 〃expensive as hell。 Do you know what a genemutated； vat…grown； surgically…implanted set of two…inch tusks cost？ I bet you don't know！ I worked the summer vac for three years to earn enough to buy these…but I tell you they were worth it。 The image； that's everything。 I studied the old tapes of prehistoric spirit…breakers； and in their own crude way they were good。 Selected by physical type and low I。Q。 of course； but they knew their roles。 Bulletheads； shaved clean； with scars； thick jaws； repulsive manners； hot
pants； everything。 I figured a small investment in the beginning would pay rich dividends in the end。 And it was a sacrifice； believe me； you won't see many implanted tusks around！ For a lot of reasons。 Oh； maybe they are good for
eating tough meat； but what the hell else？ Wait until you try kissing your first girl 。 。 。 Now； get lost； Bill； I got things to do。 See you around 。 。 。〃
His last words faded in the distance； since Bill's well…conditioned reflexes had carried him down the corridor the instant he had been dismissed。 When the spontaneous terror faded； he began to walk with a crafty roll； like a duck with a sprung kneecap； that he thought looked like an old spacesailor's gait。 He was beginning to feel a seasoned hand and momentarily labored under the delusion that he knew more about the troopers than they knew about him。 This pathetic misconception was dispelled instantly by the speakers on the ceiling； which belched and then grated their nasal voices throughout the ship。
〃Now hear this； the orders direct from the Old Man himself； Captain Zekial； that you all have been waiting to hear。 We're heading into action； so we are going to have a clean buckle…down fore and aft； stow all loose gear。〃
A low； heartfelt groan of pain echoed from every partment of the immense ship。
VI
There was plenty of latrine rumor and scuttlebutt about this first flight of the Chris Keeler； but none of it was true。 The rumors were planted by undercover MPs and were valueless。 About the only thing they could be sure of was that they might be going someplace because they seemed to be getting ready to go someplace。 Even Tembo admitted to that as they lashed down fuses in the storeroom。
〃Then again；〃 he added； 〃we might be doing all this just to fool any spies into thinking we are going someplace； when really some other ships are going there。〃
〃Where？〃 Bill asked irritably； tying his forefinger into a knot and removing part of the nail when he pulled it free。
〃Why anyplace at all； it doesn't matter。〃 Tembo was undisturbed by anything that did not bear on his faith。 〃But I do know where you are going； Bill。〃
〃Where？〃 Eagerly。 A perennial sucker for a rumor。
〃Straight to hell unless you are saved。〃
〃Not again 。 。 。〃 Bill pleaded。
〃Look there；〃 Tembo said temptingly； and projected a heavenly scene with golden gates； clouds； and a soft tom…tom beat in the background。
〃Knock off that salvation…crap！〃 First Class Spleen shouted； and the scene vanished。
Something tugged slightly at Bill's stomach； but he ignored it as being just another of the symptoms sent up continually by his panic…stricken gut； which thought it was starving to death and hadn't yet realized that all its marvelous grinding and dissolving machinery had been condemned to a liquid diet。 But Tembo stopped work and cocked his head to one side； then poked himself experimentally in the stomach。
〃We're moving；〃 he said positively； 〃and going interstellar too。 They've turned on the star…drive。〃
〃You mean we are breaking through into sub…space and will soon experience the terrible wrenching at every fiber of our being？〃
〃No； they don't use the old sub…space drive any more； because though a lot of ships broke through into sub…space with a fiber…wrenching jerk； none of them have yet broke back out。 I read in the Trooper's Times where some mathematician
said that there had been a slight error in the equations and that time was different in sub…space； but it was different faster not different slower； so that it will be maybe forever before those ships e out。〃
〃Then we're going into hyper…space？〃
〃No such thing。〃
〃Or we're being dissolved into our ponent atoms and recorded in the memory of a giant putor who thinks we are somewhere else so there we are？〃
〃Wow！〃 Tembo said； his…eyebrows crawling up to his hairline。 〃For a Zoroastrian farm boy you have some strange ideas！ Have you been smoking or drinking something I don't know about？〃
〃Tell me！〃 Bill pleaded。 〃If it's not one of them…what is it？ We're going to have to cross interstellar space to fight the Chingers。 How are we going to do it？〃
〃It's like thi