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nning to bore him as well。
Though the gravity still dragged at him； his muscles were making great efforts to adjust。 After the daily classes； he no longer collapsed immediately into bed。 Only the nightmares became worse。 He had Iinally mentioned them to Brucco； who mixed up a sleeping potion that took away most of their effect。 The dreams were still there； but Jason was only vaguely aware of them upon awakening。
By the time Jason had mastered all the gadgetry that kept the Pyrrans alive； he had graduated to a most realistic trainer that was only a hairsbreadth away from the real thing。 The difference was just in quality。 The insect poisons caused swelling and pain instead of instant death。 Animals could cause bruises and tear flesh； but stopped short of ripping off limbs。 You couldn't get killed in this trainer； but could certainly e very dose to it。
Jason wandered through this large and rambling jungle with the rest of the five…year…olds。 There was something a bit humorous； yet sad； about their unchildlike grimness。 Though they still might laugh in their quarters； they realized there was no laughing outside。 To them survival was linked up with social acceptance and desirability。 In this way Pyrrus was a simple black…and…white society。 To prove your value to yourself and your world； you only had to stay alive。 This had great importance in racial survival； but had very stultifying effects on individual personality。 Children were turned into like…faced killers； always on the alert to deal out death。
Some of the children graduated into the outside world and others took their places。 Jason watched this process for awhile before he real…
ized that all of those from the original group he had entered with were gone。 That same day he looked up the chief of the adaptation center。
〃Brucco；〃 Jason asked； 〃how long do you plan to keep me in this kindergarten shooting gallery？〃
〃You're not being 'kept' here；〃 Brucco told him in his usual irritated tone。 〃You will be here until you qualify for the outside。〃
〃Which I have a funny feeling will be never。 I can now field strip and reassemble every one of your blasted gadgets in the dark。 I am a dead shot with this cannon。 At this present moment； if I bad to； I could write a book on the plete Flora and Fauna of Pyrrus； and How to Kill It。 Perhaps I don't do as well as my six…year…old panions。 But I have a hunch I do about as good a job now as I ever will。 Is that true？〃
Brucco squirmed with the effort to be evasive； yet didn't succeed。 〃I think； that is； you know you weren't born here； and。 。 。〃
〃e； e；〃 Jason said with glee。 〃A straight…faced old Pyrran like you shouldn't try to lie to one of the weaker races that specialize in that sort of thing。 It goes without saying that I'll always be sluggish with this gravity； as well as having other inborn handicaps。 I admit that。 We're not talking about that now。 The question is； Will I improve with more training； or have I reached a peak of my own developinent now？〃
Brucco sweated。 'With the passage of time there will be improvement； of course。 。 。 。〃
〃Sly devil！〃 Jason waggled a finger at him。 〃Yes or no； now。 Will I improve now by more training now？〃
〃No；〃 Brucco said and still looked troubled。 Jason sized him up like a poker hand。 …
〃Now let's think about that。 I won't improve； yet I'm still stuck here。 That's no accident。 So you must have been ordered to keep me here。 And from what I have seen of this planet； admittedly very little； I would say that Kerk ordered you to keep me here。 Is that right？〃
〃He was only doing it for your own sake；〃 Brucco explained。 〃Trying to keep you alive。〃 …
〃The truth is out；〃 Jason said。 〃So let us now forget about it。 I didn't e here to shoot robots with your offspring。 So please show me the street door。 Or is there a graduating ceremony first？ Speeches； handing out school pins； sabers overhead。 。 。 。〃
〃Nothing like that；〃 Brucco snapped。 〃I don't see how a grown man like you can talk such nonsense all the time。 There is none of that； of course。 Only some final work in the partial survival chamber。 That is a pound that connects with the outside…really is a part of the out…
side…except the most violent life forms are excluded。 And even some of those manage to find their way in once in awhile。〃
〃When do I go？〃 Jason shot the question。
〃Tomorrow morning。 Get a good night's sleep first。 You'll need it。〃
There was one bit of ceremony attendant with the graduation。 When Jason came into his office in the morning； Brucco slid a heavy gunclip across the table。
〃These are live bullets；〃 he said。 〃I'm sure you'll be needing them。 After this your gun will always be loaded。〃
They came up to a heavy airlock； the only locked door Jason had seen in the center。 While Rrucco unlocked it and threw the bolts； a sober…faced eight…year…old with a bandaged leg limped up。
〃This is Grif；〃 Bnicco said。 〃He will stay with you； wherever you go； from now on。〃
〃My personal bodyguard？〃 Jason asked； looking down at the stocky child who barely reached his waist。
〃You might call him that。〃 Brucco swung the door open。 〃Grif tangled with a sawbird； so he won't be able to do any real work for awhile。 You yourself admitted that you will never be able to equal a Pyrran； so you should be glad of a little protection。〃
〃Always a kind word； that's you； Brucco；〃 Jason said。 He bent over and shook hands with the boy。 Even the eight…year…olds had a bonecrushing grip。
The two of them entered the lock and Brucco swung the inner door shut behind them。 As soon as it was sealed； the outer door opened automatically。 It was only partly open when GriPs gun blasted twice。 Then they stepped out onto the surface of Pyrrus； over the smoking body of one of its animals。 Very symbolic； Jason thought。 He was also bothered by the realization that not only hadn't he thought to look for something ing in； but he couldn't even identify the beast from its charred remains。 He glanced around carefully； hoping he …would be able to fire first next time。
This was an unfulfilled hope。 The few beasts that came their way were always seen first by the boy。 After an hour of this； Jason was so irritated that he blasted an evil…looking thorn plant out of existence。 He hoped that Grif wouldn't look too closely at it。 Of course the boy did。
〃That plant wasn't close。 It is stupid to waste good ammunition on a plant；〃 Grif said。
There was no real trouble during the day。 Jason ended by being bored； though soaked by the frequent rainstorms。 If Grif was capable of carrying on a conversation； he didn't show it。 All Jason's gambits
failed。 The following day went the same way。 On the third day； Brucco appeared and looked Jason carefully up and down。
〃I don't like to say it； but I suppose you are as ready to leave now as you ever will be。 Change the virus filter noseplugs every day。 Always check boots for tears and metal…cloth suiting for rips。 Me&kit supplies renewed once a week。〃
〃And wipe my nose and wear my galoshes。 Anything else？〃 Jason asked。
Brucco started to say something； then changed his mind。 〃Nothing that you shouldn't know well by now。 Keep alert。 And。 。 。 good luck。〃
He followed up the words with a crushing handshake that was totally unexpected。 As soon as the numbness left Jason's hand； he and Grif went out through the large entrance lock。
9
Real as they had been； the training chambers had not prepared him for the surface of Pyrrus。 There was the basic similarity； of course。 The feel of the poison grass underfoot and the erratic flight of a stingwing in the last instant before Grif blasted it。 But these were scarcely noticeable in the crash of the elements around him。
A heavy rain was falling； more like a sheet of water than individual drops。 Gusts of wind tore at it； hurling the deluge into his face。 He wiped his eyes clear and could barely make out the conical forms of two volcanoes on the horizon； vomiting out clouds of smoke and flame。 The reflection of this inferno was a sullen redness on the clouds that raced by in banks above them~
There was a rattle on his hard hat and something bounced off to splash to the ground。 He bent over and picked up a hailstone as thick as his thumb。 A sudden flurry of hail hammered painfully at his back and neck； he straightened hurriedly。
As quickly as it started； the storm was over。 The sun burned down； melting the hailstones and sending curls of steam up from the wet street。 Jason sweated inside his armored clothing。 Yet before they had gone a block； it was raining again and he shook with chill。
Grif trudged steadily along； indifferent either to the weather or the volcanoes that rumbled on the horizon and shook the ground beneath their feet。 Jason tried to ignore his disfort and match the boy's pace。 The walk was a depressing one。 The heavy； squat buildings loomed greyly through the rain； more than half of them in ruins。 They walked on a pedestrian way in the middle of the street。 The occasional armored trucks went by on both sides of them。 The midstreet sidewalk puzzled Jason until Grif blasted something that hurtled out of a ruined building toward them。 The central location gave them some chance to see what was ing。 Suddenly Jason was very tired。
〃I suppose there wouldn't be anything like a taxi on this planet；〃 he asked。
Grif just stared and frowned。 It was obvious he had never even heard the word before。 So they just trudged on； the boy holding himself back to Jason's slogging pace。 Within half an hour； they had seen all he wanted to see。 …
〃Grif； this city of yours is sure down at the heels。 I hope the other ones are in better shape。〃
〃I don't know what you mean talking about heels。 But there are no other cities。 Some mining camps that can't be located inside the perimeter。 But no other cities。〃
This surprised Jason。 He had always visualized the planet with more than one city。 There were a lot of things he didn't know about Pyrrus； he realized suddenly。 All of his efforts since landing had been taken up with the survival studies。 There were a number of questions he wanted to ask…but of somebody other than his grouchy eight…year…old bodyguard。 There was one person who would be best equipped to tell him what he wanted to know。
〃Do you know Kerk？〃 he asked the boy。 〃Apparently he's your ambassador to a lot of places but his last name…〃
〃Sure； everybody knows Kerk。 But he's busy； you shouldn't see him。〃
Jason shook a finger at him。 〃Minder of my body you may be。 But minder of my soul you are not。 What do you say I call the shots and you go along to shoot the monsters。 Okay？〃
They took shelter from a sudden storm of fist…sized hailstones。 Then； with ill grace； Grif led the way to one of the larger； central buildings。 There were more people here and some of them even glanced at Jason for a minute； before turning back to their business。 Jason dragged himself up two flights of stairs before they reached a door marked coorwiNATION AND SUPPLY。
〃Kerk in here？〃 Jason asked。
〃Sure；〃 the boy told him。 〃He's in charge。〃
'Pine。 Now you get a nice cold drink or your lunch or something； and meet me back here in a couple of hours。 I imagine Kerk can do as good a job of looking after me as you can。〃
The boy stood doubtfully for a few seconds； then turned away。 Jason wiped off some more sweat and pushed through the door。
There were a handful of people in the office beyond。 None of them looked up at Jason or asked his business。 Everything has a purpose on Pyrrus。 If he came there； he must have had a good reason。 No one would ever think to ask him what he wanted。 Jason； used to the petty officialdom of a thousand worlds； waited for a few moments before he understood。 There was only one other door to the room； in the far wall。 He shuffled over and opened it。
Kerk looked up from a desk strewed with papers and ledgers。 〃I was wondering when you would show up；〃 he said。
〃A lot sooner if you hadn't prevented it；〃 Jason tol&him as he dropped wearily into a chair。 〃It finally dawned on me that I could spend the
rest of my life in your bloodthirsty nursery school if I didn't do something about it。 So here I am。〃
〃Ready to return to the 'civilized' worlds； now that you've se