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'I think we're starting to understand things,' Njangu said wryly.


On the third ship-day, they were ordered to pack their civilian clothes
and issued gray tunics and pants, and soft-soled boots that strapped at
the ankles. There were no patches, no insignia, not even name tags.

'We look like damned prisoners,' Garvin said.

'No we don't,' Njangu disagreed. 'Prisoners wear red.'

'Thank you for the educational information, sir.'

'Quite welcome.'

'By the way,' Garvin said carefully, 'that outfit you were wearing?'

'Yeh?' Yoshitaro's voice was flat.

'You, uh, don't look like the sort who'd wear something like. that.'

'What do you mean?'

'You look like you'd thread a little better style.'

'I would. I did. But I didn't have any choice. Somebody bought my outfit
before I shipped out,' Njangu said. His expression didn't encourage
Garvin to ask more.


The ship schedule was simple: Stand in line to eat, exercise, stand in
line to eat again, eat, try to find somebody to talk to or game with,
stand in line to eat, eat, sleep... and the days ground past.

Petr Kipchak had a bunk at the far end of the compartment, but he was
uninterested in making friends. He was either in a rec area, working out
on the weight machines for endless hours, or in his bunk, reading a
disk, completely engrossed.


'Dunno if I agree with this monosexual 'freshing,' Njangu muttered.

'Why not?'

'Liable to give some of us ideas.'

'Naah,' Garvin said. 'They put something in the food to keep it from
happening.'

'Hey,' Yoshitaro said. 'You're right. I haven't had a hard since we've