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"
Oh
,
wonderful
!
"
"
And
I
'm
going
to
buck
for
space
pilot
,
too
,
"
I
added
firmly
.
She
did
n't
laugh
.
She
answered
very
seriously
,
"
Oh
,
how
grand
!
Perhaps
in
training
we
'll
run
into
each
other
.
I
hope
.
"
"
Collision
courses
?
"
asked
Carl
.
"
That
's
a
no-good
way
to
pilot
.
"
"
Do
n't
be
silly
,
Carl
.
On
the
ground
,
of
course
.
Are
you
going
to
be
a
pilot
,
too
?
"
"
Me
?
"
Carl
answered
.
"
I
'm
no
truck
driver
.
You
know
me
--
Starside
R
&
D
,
if
they
'll
have
me
.
Electronics
.
"
"
'
Truck
driver
'
indeed
!
I
hope
they
stick
you
out
on
Pluto
and
let
you
freeze
.
No
,
I
do
n't
--
good
luck
!
Let
's
go
in
,
shall
we
?
"
The
recruiting
station
was
inside
a
railing
in
the
rotunda
.
A
fleet
sergeant
sat
at
a
desk
there
,
in
dress
uniform
,
gaudy
as
a
circus
.
His
chest
was
loaded
with
ribbons
I
could
n't
read
.
But
his
right
arm
was
off
so
short
that
his
tunic
had
been
tailored
without
any
sleeve
at
all
...
and
,
when
you
came
up
to
the
rail
,
you
could
see
that
he
had
no
legs
.
It
did
n't
seem
to
bother
him
.
Carl
said
,
"
Good
morning
.
I
want
to
join
up
.
"
"
Me
,
too
,
"
I
added
.
