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High Tex and the Orbies

        had coached Daniel, accordingly. The blood went into a device with a
        digital  readout.  The  Orbie  scrutinized  the  results  and  nodded.
        Another hurdle cleared.
          Then a question Ottley had not anticipated.
          “What do you think of the air in this place?”
          Ottley yearned to yell at the man: “What do you expect? We can
        barely breathe. Anyone with the slightest respiratory difficulty died in
        the first two weeks of the Ecospasm. We live in a permanent pall of
        particulate and gaseous pollution!” But he wanted those crackers and
        he craved that Spam, so he held his peace.
          “Sir,” said Daniel, “I find it very unpleasant, not at all like the air
        back  home.  It  took  me  several  days  to  adjust  to  the  changes  I
        experienced as we descended to this altitude. I do not know if I could
        have made the transition all at once.”
          The Orbie grasped the end of his breathing tube and held it out to
        Daniel.
          “And this?”
          Daniel looked the man squarely in the eyes, wiped the mouthpiece
        with  his  sleeve  and  took  a  deep  breath.  Then  he  exhaled  slowly,
        frowning a little. “Almost like the mountains on a morning after the
        rain,”  he  said  with  a  broad  smile.  The  Orbie  took  back  the  hose,
        sprayed it with what Ottley guessed was a disinfectant, and inhaled
        sharply.
          “Almost? How is it different?”
          “Hard  to  explain,  sir.  A  certain  tang  is  missing,  perhaps.  Or  a
        heaviness afterward, as if not everything I breathed in has come out.
        But it is very good, sir! I can do very well on that kind of air.”
          The Orbie turned to High Tex.
          “I will take the boy. The consideration has been deposited in the
        shed to the south of this building.”
          “It will be as discussed.”
          Ottley noted that the Orbie could not appreciate the ambiguity of
        the Provisioner’s normal interrogative  syntax, nor would High Tex
        likely wish to appear doubtful of the Orbie’s intentions.
          In  a  minute  the  boy  had  discarded  his  clothing,  submitted  with
        eyes  closed  to  a  thorough  disinfectant  spraying,  and  donned  a
        lightweight coverall similar to the man’s. They started for the door.
        Daniel paused and turned toward the two motionless men.

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