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"I hate to transfer him. I feel responsible."
"Not your fault."
"You never served under Colonel Baslim. He was easy to please . . . all he wanted was one-hundred-percent perfection. And this doesn't feel like it."
"Quit blaming yourself. You have to accept the record."
"Might as well get it over with. Eddie! I want to see Ordnanceman Baslim."
Thorby noticed that the Skipper looked grim -- but then he often did. "Acting Ordnanceman Third Class Baslim reporting, sir."
"Thorby . . ."
"Yes, sir?" Thorby was startled. The Skipper sometimes used his first name because that was what he answered to under hypnosis -- but this was not such a time.
"The identification report on you came."
"Huh?" Thorby was startled out of military manners. He felt a surge of joy -- he was going to know who he was!
"They can't identify you." Brisby waited, then said sharply, "Did you understand?"
Thorby swallowed. "Yes, sir. They don't know who I am. I'm not . . . anybody."
"Nonsense! You're still yourself."
"Yes, sir. Is that all, sir? May I go?"
"Just a moment. I have to transfer you back to Hekate." He added hastily, seeing Thorby's expression, "Don't worry. They'll probably let you serve out your enlistment if you want to. In any case, they can't do anything to you; you haven't done anything wrong."
"Yes, sir," Thorby repeated dully
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