“THE TROUBLE WITH THESE people, Danley,” said Edway Tarnhorst, “is that they have no respect whatever for human dignity. They have a tendency to overlook the basic rights of the individual.”
“They’re certainly—different,” Peter Danley said.
Tarnhorst juggled himself up and down on the easy-chair in which he was seated, as though he could hardly believe that he had weight again. He hated low gee. It made him feel awkward and undignified. The only thing that reminded him that this was not “real” gravity was the faint, but all-pervasive hum of the huge engines that drove the big centrifuge. The rooms had cost more, but they were well worth it, as far as Tarnhorst was concerned.
“How do you mean, ‘different’?” he asked almost absently, settling himself comfortably into the cushions.
“I don
