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Engineers never handled cargo; the only work they did in port was to load tritium and deuterium, or other tasks strictly theirs. They did no housekeeping. They . . . "Father? I think I might like to be an engineer."
"So? Well, now that you've thought so, forget it."
"But --"
" 'But' what?"
"Nothing, sir. Yes, sir."
Krausa sighed. "Son, I have obligations toward you; I'm carrying them out as best I can." Krausa thought over what he could tell the lad. Mother had pointed out that if Baslim had wanted the boy to know the message he had carried, Baslim would have put it in Interlingua. On the other hand, since the boy now knew the Family language perhaps he had translated it himself. No, more likely he had forgotten it. "Thorby, do you know who your family is?"
Thorby was startled. "Sir? My family is Sisu"
"Certainly! I mean your family before that."
"You mean Pop? Baslim the Cripple?"
"No, no! He was your foster father, just as I am now. Do you know what family you were born in?"
Thorby said bleakly, "I don't think I had one."
Krausa realized that he had poked a scar, said hastily, "Now, Son, you don't have to copy all the attitudes of your messmates. Why, if it weren't for fraki, with whom would we trade? How would the People live? A man is fortunate to be born People, but there is nothing to be ashamed of in being born fraki
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