several farmers had suggested bringing rabbits or chickens aboard for their meat. Wilmot had sternly rejected the idea, citing horror stories from Australia of runaway rabbit overpopulation and the diseases that cooped-up birds caused.
So the habitat's residents got their protein from fish, frogs, soy derivatives, and the processed products of the food factory, popularly known as "McGlop." When they did not make their own meals in their quarters, they usually ate in the cafeteria.
The cafeteria was the biggest enclosed space in the habitat, and between meals it often served as a makeshift theater or auditorium. It was after the habitat had cleared the Asteroid Belt and started on the leg of its flight that would take it to Jupiter, that Eberly called a public meeting there.
The meeting was set for 22:00 hours, and there were still a few people finishing their dinners when Eberly's team — including Holly — began to move all the tables and chairs to one side of the spacious room to clear the floor for the incoming audience.
Eberly stood frowning impatiently at the far end of the room, next to the little stage on which he planned to make his speech. He could see the cafeteria staff and its robots, across the way, cleaning their steam tables and display cases, rattling piles of dishes and glassware. He did not see a large crowd assembling.
Ruth Morgenthau scanned the thinly scattered audience. "All the people from my department are here," she claimed.
"Not many others, though," said Sammi Vyborg.
Colonel Kananga smiled thinly. "This is all being vidded. I'll have the names and dossiers of everyone here."
"It's the names of those who are not here that I want," Eberly growled.
"A simple matter of subtraction," said Kananga. And he smiled as if amused by some inside joke.
Once the last of the diners had gotten up and their tables were shoved out of the way, Morgenthau climbed heavily the three steps of the speaker's platform and spread her arms for silence. The muted buzz of the crowd's many separate conversations slowly stopped and everyone turned toward her expectantly.
Holly had been positioned by the main door, which opened out into the village's central green. Her duty, Eberly had told her, was to encourage anyone outside to come in, and to discourage anyone inside from leaving. He had given her two rather large, muscular young men from the security department to help her in the latter task. She felt disappointed that so few people had turned out for Eberly's speech. There was no other public entertainment on the agenda for this evening; she had made certain of that before scheduling his appearance. With ten thousand people in the habitat, she had expected more than a couple of hundred to show up.
At least Dr. Cardenas had come in, giving Holly a cheerful hello as she strode through the open door. But where's everybody else? Holly wondered.
Still, Morgenthau smiled jovially at the audience as if everyone this side of Calcutta had crowded the cafeteria floor. She thanked the people for coming and promised them an evening "of the greatest importance since we started this long journey into a bright and glorious future."
Holly watched the faces of the onlookers. They appeared more curious than anything else; hardly fired with enthusiasm for a glorious future.
Then Eberly climbed up onto the stage and stepped to the podium. He nodded curtly to Morgenthau who, still smiling, stepped to the back of the stage.
Why doesn't she get off the stage? Holly wondered. She's distracting people's attention from Malcolm.
For several long moments Eberly simply stood at the podium, gripping its sides, staring out at the audience in cold silence. The crowd begin to stir uneasily. Holly heard muttering.
At last Eberly began to speak. "Each of you has received an announcement of the series of contests to be held for the purpose of naming the villages and other features, both natural and architectural, of this habitat."
"I didn't
So the habitat's residents got their protein from fish, frogs, soy derivatives, and the processed products of the food factory, popularly known as "McGlop." When they did not make their own meals in their quarters, they usually ate in the cafeteria.
The cafeteria was the biggest enclosed space in the habitat, and between meals it often served as a makeshift theater or auditorium. It was after the habitat had cleared the Asteroid Belt and started on the leg of its flight that would take it to Jupiter, that Eberly called a public meeting there.
The meeting was set for 22:00 hours, and there were still a few people finishing their dinners when Eberly's team — including Holly — began to move all the tables and chairs to one side of the spacious room to clear the floor for the incoming audience.
Eberly stood frowning impatiently at the far end of the room, next to the little stage on which he planned to make his speech. He could see the cafeteria staff and its robots, across the way, cleaning their steam tables and display cases, rattling piles of dishes and glassware. He did not see a large crowd assembling.
Ruth Morgenthau scanned the thinly scattered audience. "All the people from my department are here," she claimed.
"Not many others, though," said Sammi Vyborg.
Colonel Kananga smiled thinly. "This is all being vidded. I'll have the names and dossiers of everyone here."
"It's the names of those who are not here that I want," Eberly growled.
"A simple matter of subtraction," said Kananga. And he smiled as if amused by some inside joke.
Once the last of the diners had gotten up and their tables were shoved out of the way, Morgenthau climbed heavily the three steps of the speaker's platform and spread her arms for silence. The muted buzz of the crowd's many separate conversations slowly stopped and everyone turned toward her expectantly.
Holly had been positioned by the main door, which opened out into the village's central green. Her duty, Eberly had told her, was to encourage anyone outside to come in, and to discourage anyone inside from leaving. He had given her two rather large, muscular young men from the security department to help her in the latter task. She felt disappointed that so few people had turned out for Eberly's speech. There was no other public entertainment on the agenda for this evening; she had made certain of that before scheduling his appearance. With ten thousand people in the habitat, she had expected more than a couple of hundred to show up.
At least Dr. Cardenas had come in, giving Holly a cheerful hello as she strode through the open door. But where's everybody else? Holly wondered.
Still, Morgenthau smiled jovially at the audience as if everyone this side of Calcutta had crowded the cafeteria floor. She thanked the people for coming and promised them an evening "of the greatest importance since we started this long journey into a bright and glorious future."
Holly watched the faces of the onlookers. They appeared more curious than anything else; hardly fired with enthusiasm for a glorious future.
Then Eberly climbed up onto the stage and stepped to the podium. He nodded curtly to Morgenthau who, still smiling, stepped to the back of the stage.
Why doesn't she get off the stage? Holly wondered. She's distracting people's attention from Malcolm.
For several long moments Eberly simply stood at the podium, gripping its sides, staring out at the audience in cold silence. The crowd begin to stir uneasily. Holly heard muttering.
At last Eberly began to speak. "Each of you has received an announcement of the series of contests to be held for the purpose of naming the villages and other features, both natural and architectural, of this habitat."
"I didn't
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