PART TWO The ship lunged on, alone in the desert of night, each lightyear as empty as the last. He renewed the racket, his voice an hysterical falsetto. He noted the price, tore an open-credit voucher from his wallet, stuck it into the machine and pushed the switch. Then a wiggle into each sleeve and the heavy flexible gauntlets were smoothed and patted into place.
As I understand it, Captain, a large proportion of your people are now in reduced-temperature somnolence? ( Why can't he say 'cold-rest'? Lazarus said to Libby. My roommate, Zebadiah Jones, noticed my moodiness and tried to rouse me out of it. He came in, we shook hands, and exchanged inanities. The tally board glowed green; even Morgan, after hesitation, okayed the allotment.
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