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〃You want to go downtown； maggot？〃
Richards walked past him； and the cop made no move。
He stopped halfway to the bank of elevators and looked back。 〃Hey。 Cop。〃
The cop looked at him truculently。
〃Got a family？ It could be you next week。〃
〃Move on！〃 the cop shouted furiously。
With a smile； Richards moved on。
There was a line of perhaps twenty applicants waiting at the elevators。 Richards showed one of the cops on duty his card and the cop looked at him closely。 〃You a hardass； sonny？〃
〃Hard enough；〃 Richards said； and smiled。
The cop gave him back his card。 〃They'll kick it soft again。 How smart do you talk with holes in your head； sonny？〃
〃Just about as smart as you talk without that gun on your leg and your pants down around your ankles；〃 Richards said； still smiling。 〃Want to try it？〃
For a moment he thought the cop was going to swing at him。 〃They'll fix you； 〃 the cop said。 〃You'll do some walking on your knees before you're done。〃
The cop swaggered over to three new arrivals and demanded to see their cards。
The man ahead of Richards turned around。 He had a nervous； unhappy face and curly hair that came down in a widow's peak。 〃Say； you don't want to antagonize them； fella。 They've got a grapevine。〃
〃Is that so？〃 Richards asked； looking at him mildly。
The man turned away。
Abruptly the elevator doors snapped open。 A black cop with a huge gut stood protecting the bank of push buttons。 Another cop sat on a small stool reading a 3D pervert mag in a small bulletproof cubicle the size of a telephone booth at the rear of the large car。 A sawed…off shotgun rested between his knees。 Shells were lined up beside him within easy reach。
〃Step to the rear！〃 the fat cop cried with bored importance。 〃Step to the rear！ Step to the rear！ 〃
They crowded in to a depth where a deep breath was impossible。 Sad flesh walled Richards on every side。 They went up to the second floor。 The doors snapped open。 Richards； who stood a head taller than anyone else in the car； saw a huge waiting room with many chairs dominated by a huge Free…Vee。 A cigarette dispenser stood in one corner。
〃Step out！ Step out！ Show LD。 cards to your left！〃
They stepped out； holding out their I。 D。 cards to the impersonal lens of a camera。 Three cops stood close by。 For some reason； a buzzer went off at the sight of some dozen cards； and the holders were jerked out of line and hustled away。
Richards showed his card and was waved on。 He went to the cigarette machine； got a package of Blams and sat down as far from the Free…Vee as possible。 He lit up a smoke and exhaled； coughing。 He hadn't had a cigarette in almost six months。
Minus 096 and COUNTING
They called the A's for the physical almost immediately； and about two dozen men got up and filed through a door beyond the Free…Vee。 A large sign tacked over the door read THIS WAY。 There was an arrow below the legend； pointing at the door。 The literacy of Games applicants was notoriously low。
They were taking a new letter every fifteen minutes or so。 Ben Richards had sat down at about five； and so he estimated it would be quarter of nine before they got to him。 He wished he had brought a book； but he supposed things were just as well as they were。 Books were regarded with suspicion at best； especially when carried by someone from south of the Canal。 Pervert Mags were safer。
He watched the six o'clock newsie restlessly （the fighting in Ecuador was worse； new cannibal riots had broken out in India； the Detroit Tigers had taken the Harding Catamounts by a score of 6…2 in an afternoon game）； and when the first of the evening's big…money games came on at six…thirty； he went restlessly to the window and looked out。 Now that his mind was made up； the Games bored him again。 Most of the others； however； were watching Fun Guns with a dreadful fascination。 Next week it might be them。
Outside； daylight was bleeding slowly toward dusk。 The else were slamming at high speed through the power rings above the second…floor window； their powerful headlights searching the gray air。 On the sidewalks below； crowds of men and women （most of them； of course； technicos or Network bureaucrats） were beginning their evening's prowl in search of entertainment。 A Certified Pusher was hawking his wares on the corner across the street。 A man with a sabled dolly on each arm passed below him； the trio was laughing about something。
He had a sudden awful wave of homesickness for Sheila and Cathy； and wished he could call them。 He didn't think it was allowed。 He could still walk out； of course； several men already had。 They walked across the room； grinning obscurely at nothing； to use the door marked TO STREET。 Back to the flat with his daughter glowing fever…bright in the other room？ No。 Couldn't。 Couldn't。
He stood at the window a little while longer； then went back and sat down。 The new game； Dig Your Grave； was beginning。
The fellow sitting next to Richards twitched his arm anxiously。 〃Is it true that they wash out over thirty percent just on the physicals？〃
〃I don't know；〃 Richards said。
〃Jesus；〃 the fellow said。 〃I got bronchitis。 Maybe Treadmill to Bucks 。 。 。〃
Richards could think of nothing to say。 The pal's respiration sounded like a faraway truck trying to climb a steep hill。
〃I got a fambly；〃 the man said with soft desperation。
Richards looked at the Free…Vee as if it interested him。
The fellow was quiet for a long time。 When the program changed again at seven…thirty； Richards heard him asking the man on his other side about the physical。
It was full dark outside now。 Richards wondered if it was still raining。 It seemed like a very long evening。
Minus 095 and COUNTING
When the R's went through the door under the red arrow and into the examination room it was just a few minutes after nine…thirty。 A lot of the initial excitement had worn off； and people were either watching the Free…Vee avidly； with none of their prior dread； or dozing。 The man with the noisy chest had a name that began with L and had been called over an hour before。 Richards wondered idly if he had been cut。
The examination room was long and tiled； lit with fluorescent tubes。 It looked like an assembly line； with bored doctors standing at various stations along the way。
Would any of you like to check my little girl？ Richards thought bitterly。
The applicants showed their cads to another camera eye embedded in the wall and were ordered to stop by a row of clotheshooks。 A doctor in a long white lab coat walked over to them； clipboard tucked under one arm。
〃Strip；〃 he said。 〃Hang your clothes on the hooks。 Remember the number over your hook and give the number to the orderly at the far end。 Don't worry about your valuables。 Nobody here wants them。〃
Valuables。 That was a hot one； Richards thought； unbuttoning his shirt。 He had an empty wallet with a few pictures of Sheila and Cathy； a receipt for a shoe sole he had had replaced at the local cobbler's six months ago； a keyring with no keys on it except for the doorkey； a baby sock that he did not remember putting in there