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The recruiter, Graff, was telling the group about null gravity. It was disorienting, but the boy sitting next to me seemed to be enjoying it. “What do you think is so funny, Wiggin?” Graff’s voice was sharp and angry. He was talking to the boy next to me. “I asked you a question, soldier!” barked Graff. The boy hesitated, thinking. “Yes, sir,” he said. “Well answer it, then!” “I thought of you hanging upside down by your feet. I thought it was funny.” “To you I suppose it is funny. Is it funny to anybody else here?” Murmurs of no. “Well why isn’t it?” Graff looked at us all with contempt. “Scumbrains that’s what we’ve got in this launch. Pinhead little morons. Only one of you had the brains to realize that in null gravity directions are whatever you conceive them to be. Do you understand that, Shafts? I nodded. “No you didn’t. Of course you didn’t. Not only stupid, but a liar too.” |
