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"Never mind the 'Grandpappy', Jig," he said softly. "I knew that chances weren't good, there. However, there are other prospects which I'm working on. I remember mentioning that it might take time. As for your other remarks, what good is equipping just one person? I thought that this was a project for all of us." "I'm with Charlie," Joe Kuzak commented.
Space resorts established for tourists; new sports made possible by zero-gravity, invented and advertised. Art Kuzak had the gift of both big dreaming and of practice. He'd talked of such things, before. Nelsen's smirk was wry. "Dispersal for survival. I agree," he said. "When they tried to settle Mars, it was being mentioned. Also, long before that. Your wisdom is not new, Art.
Ramos whistled piercingly, with two fingers. The huge Kuzak twins, Art and Joe both had football scholarships at Tech gave Indian yells. Eileen Sands clasped her hands over her head and went up on her toes like the ballet dancer she had once meant to be. Old Paul, in his chair, chortled, and slapped his arm. Even little David Lester said "Bravo!" after he had gulped.
The pale eyes looked naive and artless, except, perhaps, for a hard, shrewd glint, deep down. Joe Kuzak was present. "We searched him, Frank," he said. "His bubb, too. He's clean as far as we can tell. Not even a weapon. I also asked him some questions. I savvy a little of his real lingo." "I'll ask them over," Nelsen answered.
"If we had a beef roast, we'd put it in a sealed container of clear plastic," Gimp laughed. "Set it turning, outside the bubb, on a swiveled tether wire. It would rotate for hours like on a spit almost no friction. Rig some mirrors to concentrate the sun's heat. Space Force men do things like that." "Shut up I'm getting hong-gry!" Art Kuzak roared.
Art Kuzak had surrounded it with a cordon of tough and angry asteroid-hoppers. It was the same with the other posts, except Five and Nine, which were wiped out. "Back at last, eh, Nelsen?" Art roared angrily, as soon as Frank had entered his office. "A fact we should accept, not discuss," Nelsen responded dryly. "You know the things we need." "Um-hmm Nelsen.
Only 25,000 in the Force, when there are over 200,000,000 people in the country to draw from. Just one guy from Jarviston Harv Diamond ever made it. Choosy? We can get old waiting for them to review our submitted personal data, only to have a chance to take their lousy tests!" Joe Kuzak grinned.
The Kuzaks looked leaner and tougher, now, and there were plenty of present difficulties to worry them. Joe Kuzak hurried out to argue with the miners at the raw metal receiving bins and at the store bubbs. Art stayed to explain the present situation. "Three big loads of supplies were shipped through to us from the Moon," he growled. "We did fine, trading for metal.
Sleep was least important a few hours, long after midnight, usually. Frank Nelsen figured that he had it relatively easy almost as easy as the Kuzak twins, who, during football season, were under strict orders to get their proper sack time. He worked at Hendricks' old Paul didn't mind his combining the job with his labors of aspiration.
Unless you've quit claiming to be a practical man, Art, you'll have to go along with helping them. You know what kind of materials and equipment are needed, and how much we can supply, better than I do. Or do I have to withdraw my fraction of the company in goods? We'll take up the dispersal problem as soon as possible." Art Kuzak could only sigh heavily, grin a lopsided grin, and produce.
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