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"
You
have
n't
shipped
out
yet
?
"
And
then
I
recognized
him
--
the
Fleet
Sergeant
who
had
sworn
us
in
.
I
guess
my
chin
dropped
;
this
man
was
in
civilian
clothes
,
was
walking
around
on
two
legs
and
had
two
arms
.
"
Uh
,
good
evening
,
Sergeant
,
"
I
mumbled
.
He
understood
my
expression
perfectly
,
glanced
down
at
himself
and
smiled
easily
.
"
Relax
,
lad
.
I
do
n't
have
to
put
on
my
horror
show
after
working
hours
--
and
I
do
n't
.
You
have
n't
been
placed
yet
?
"
"
I
just
got
my
orders
.
"
"
For
what
?
"
"
Mobile
Infantry
.
"
His
face
broke
in
a
big
grin
of
delight
and
he
shoved
out
his
hand
.
"
My
outfit
!
Shake
,
son
!
We
'll
make
a
man
of
you
--
or
kill
you
trying
.
Maybe
both
.
"
"
It
's
a
good
choice
?
"
I
said
doubtfully
.
"
'
A
good
choice
'
?
Son
,
it
's
the
only
choice
.
The
Mobile
Infantry
is
the
Army
.
All
the
others
are
either
button
pushers
or
professors
,
along
merely
to
hand
us
the
saw
;
we
do
the
work
.
"
He
shook
hands
again
and
added
,
"
Drop
me
a
card
--
'
Fleet
Sergeant
Ho
,
Federal
Building
,
'
that
'll
reach
me
.
Good
luck
!
And
he
was
off
,
shoulders
back
,
heels
clicking
,
head
up
.
I
looked
at
my
hand
.
The
hand
he
had
offered
me
was
the
one
that
was
n't
there
--
his
right
hand
.
Yet
it
had
felt
like
flesh
and
had
shaken
mine
firmly
.
I
had
read
about
these
powered
prosthetics
,
but
it
is
startling
when
you
first
run
across
them
.
