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"
Belter
,
you
know
anything
about
what
’
s
up
there
?
"
"
What
they
tells
me
.
"
"
What
they
tells
him
!
Christ
!
Hear
that
?
What
they
tells
him
!
"
He
swung
the
man
’
s
weight
by
his
suspenders
,
idly
,
ever
so
casual
,
flicking
a
finger
in
the
black
face
.
"
Belter
,
you
fly
up
and
up
like
a
July
Fourth
rocket
,
and
bang
!
There
you
are
,
cinders
,
spread
all
over
space
.
Them
crackpot
scientists
,
they
don
’
t
know
nothin
’
,
they
kill
you
all
off
!
"
"
I
don
’
t
care
.
"
"
Glad
to
hear
that
.
Because
you
know
what
’
s
up
on
that
planet
Mars
?
There
’
s
monsters
with
big
raw
eyes
like
mushrooms
!
You
seen
them
pictures
on
those
future
magazines
you
buy
at
the
drugstore
for
a
dime
,
ain
’
t
you
?
Well
!
Them
monsters
jump
up
and
suck
marrow
from
your
bones
!
"
"
I
don
’
t
care
,
don
’
t
care
at
all
,
don
’
t
care
.
"
Belter
watched
the
parade
slide
by
,
leaving
him
.
Sweat
lay
on
his
dark
brow
.
He
seemed
about
to
collapse
.
"
And
it
’
s
cold
up
there
;
no
air
,
you
fall
down
,
jerk
like
a
fish
,
gaspin
’
,
dyin
’
,
stranglin
’
,
stranglin
’
and
dyin
’
.
You
like
that
?
"
"
Lots
of
things
I
don
’
t
like
,
sir
.
Please
,
sir
,
let
me
go
.
I
’
m
late
.
"
"
I
’
ll
let
you
go
when
I
’
m
ready
to
let
you
go
.
We
’
ll
just
talk
here
polite
until
I
say
you
can
leave
,
and
you
know
it
damn
well
.
You
want
to
travel
,
do
you
?
Well
,
Mister
Way
up
in
the
Middle
of
the
Air
,
you
get
the
hell
home
and
work
out
that
fifty
bucks
you
owe
me
!
Take
you
two
months
to
do
that
!
"
"
But
if
I
work
it
out
,
I
’
ll
miss
the
rocket
,
sir
!
"
