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Harlan
had
been
in
the
575th
for
weeks
before
he
met
Brinsley
Sheridan
Cooper
.
He
had
time
to
grow
used
to
his
new
quarters
and
to
the
antisepsis
of
glass
and
porcelain
.
He
learned
to
wear
the
Technician
’
s
mark
with
only
moderate
shrinking
and
to
refrain
from
making
things
worse
by
standing
so
that
the
insigne
was
hidden
against
a
wall
or
was
covered
by
the
interposition
of
some
object
he
was
carrying
.
Others
smiled
disdainfully
when
that
was
done
and
turned
colder
as
though
they
suspected
an
attempt
to
invade
their
friendship
on
false
pretenses
.
Senior
Computer
Twissell
brought
him
problems
daily
.
Harlan
studied
them
and
wrote
his
analyses
in
drafts
that
were
four
times
rewritten
,
the
last
version
being
handed
in
reluctantly
even
so
.
Twissell
would
appraise
them
and
nod
and
say
,
"
Good
,
good
.
"
Then
his
old
blue
eyes
would
dart
quickly
at
Harlan
and
his
smile
would
narrow
a
bit
as
he
said
,
"
I
’
ll
test
this
guess
on
the
Computaplex
.
"
He
always
called
the
analysis
a
"
guess
.
"
He
never
told
Harlan
the
result
of
the
Computaplex
check
,
and
Harlan
dared
not
ask
.
He
was
despondent
over
the
fact
that
he
was
never
asked
to
put
any
of
his
own
analyses
into
action
.
Did
that
mean
that
the
Computaplex
was
not
checking
him
,
that
he
had
been
choosing
the
wrong
item
for
the
induction
of
a
Reality
Change
,
that
he
did
not
have
the
knack
of
seeing
the
Minimum
Necessary
Change
in
an
indicated
range
?
(
It
was
not
until
later
that
he
grew
sufficiently
sophisticated
to
have
the
phrase
come
rolling
off
his
tongue
as
M
.
N
.
C
.
)
One
day
Twissell
came
in
with
an
abashed
individual
who
seemed
scarcely
to
dare
raise
his
eyes
to
meet
Harlan
’
s
.
Twissell
said
,
"
Technician
Harlan
,
this
is
Cub
B
.
S
.
Cooper
.
"
Automatically
Harlan
said
,
"
Hello
,
"
weighed
the
man
’
s
appearance
,
and
was
unimpressed
.
The
fellow
was
on
the
shortish
side
,
with
dark
hair
parted
in
the
middle
.
His
chin
was
narrow
,
his
eyes
an
indefinite
light
brown
,
his
ears
a
little
large
,
and
his
fingernails
bitten
.
Twissell
said
,
"
This
is
the
boy
to
whom
you
will
be
teaching
Primitive
history
.
"
"
Great
Time
,
"
said
Harlan
with
suddenly
increased
interest
.
"
Hello
!
"
He
had
almost
forgotten
.
