ONE:"I don't know," Dodd said. His hands went back into his lap, and his eyes closed. He spoke, now, like a man in a dream. "There used to be all kinds of jobs. I guess there still are, in the Confederation. On Earth. Back home where none of us have ever been." He repeated the words like an echo: "Back home." In the silence nothing interrupted him: behind his head light poured in from the giant window. "A man could choose his own job," he went on, in the same tone. "He could be a factory-worker or a professor or a truck-driver or a musician ora lot of jobs. A man didn't have to work at one, whether he wanted to or not."
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- imperdiet doming
THREE:FROM: Leonard Offutt
THREE:
THREE:"It is good," Cadnan said. "It is important.""We've got to stop them," Norma said again. "Got to. They'll diewe'll all die."
