At Ten Mile, his tape of introduction from World Mine Owners got Scat admitted to a manager’s office pronto.
He explained, “I’ve been commissioned to do an article on how you keep the bugs happy in the world’s deepest mine.” He didn’t say for what publication.
“Of course, we have our standard news releases…er, Mr. Martin,” the manager began tentatively. He was frowning at Scat, trying to place him.
“They’re a bit stodgy, I’m afraid,” Scat replied. “We wanted something with more life to it—shots of the bugs working the radioactives in the ten-mile drifts, and so on. Pictures of the bugs playing games and going through their primitive ceremonials when Mars is in the sky. All specially posed and rehearsed, of course.”
“I see. Yes, there’s something to what you say, all right.” The manager
