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Dr. Hubert lifted my foot, indicated that I could put it back on the floor,
which I did. "Good job," he said to Galahad.
"Thank you. Doctor."
"Siddown, Colonel. Have you folks had breakfast? I did but I'm ready for
some more. Minerva, would you shout for us; that's a good girl. Colonel, I want
to get you signed up at once. What rank do you expect? Let me point out that it
doesn't matter as the pay is the same and, no matter what rank you select, Hazel
is going to be one rank higher; I want her in charge, not the other way around."
"Hold it. Sign me up for what? And what makes you think I want to sign up
for anything?"
"The Time Corps, of course. Just as your wife is. For the purpose of
rescuing the computer person known as 'Adam Selene,' also of course. Look,
Colonel, don't be so dumed obtuse;
I know Hazel has discussed it with you; I know that you are committed to
helping her." He pointed at my foot. "Why do you think that transplant was done?
Now that you have both feet you need some other things. Refresher training.
Orientation with weapons you haven't used. Rejuvenation. And all of these things
cost money and the simple way to pay for them is to sign you up in the Corps.
That foot alone would be too expensive for a stranger from a primitive era...
but not for a member of the Corps. You can see that. How long do you need to
think over anything so obvious? Ten minutes? Fifteen?" (This fast-talker ought
to sell used campaign promises
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