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A Slave Is a Slave By H. Beam Piper

A Slave Is a Slave

By H. Beam Piper

  • Release Date: 2011-08-01
  • Genre: Adventure Sci-Fi
  • $0.99
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There has always been strong sympathy for the poor, meek, downtrodden slave—<br> the kindly little man, oppressed by cruel and overbearing masters.<br> Could it possibly have been misplaced...?<br>

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Jurgen, Prince Trevannion, accepted the coffee cup and lifted it to his lips, then lowered it. These Navy robots always poured coffee too hot; spacemen must have collapsium-lined throats. With the other hand, he punched a button on the robot's keyboard and received a lighted cigarette; turning, he placed the cup on the command-desk in front of him and looked about. The tension was relaxing in Battle-Control, the purposeful pandemonium of the last three hours dying rapidly. Officers of both sexes, in red and blue and yellow and green coveralls, were rising from seats, leaving their stations, gathering in groups. Laughter, a trifle loud; he realized, suddenly, that they had been worried, and wondered if he should not have been a little so himself. No. There would have been nothing he could have done about anything, so worry would not have been useful. He lifted the cup again and sipped cautiously.<br>"That's everything we can do now," the man beside him said. "Now we just sit and wait for the next move."<br>Like all the others, Line-Commodore Vann Shatrak wore shipboard battle-dress; his coveralls were black, splashed on breast and between shoulders with the gold insignia of his rank. His head was completely bald, and almost spherical; a beaklike nose carried down the curve of his brow, and the straight lines of mouth and chin chopped under it enhanced rather than spoiled the effect. He was getting coffee; he gulped it at once.<br>"It was very smart work, Commodore. I never saw a landing operation go so smoothly."<br>"Too smooth," Shatrak said. "I don't trust it." He looked suspiciously up at the row of viewscreens.<br>"It was absolutely unnecessary!"<br>That was young Obray, Count Erskyll, seated on the commodore's left. He was a generation younger than Prince Trevannion, as Shatrak was a generation older; they were both smooth-faced. It was odd, how beards went in and out of fashion with alternate generations. He had been worried, too, during the landing, but for a different reason from the others. Now he was reacting with anger.<br>"I told you, from the first, that it was unnecessary. You see? They weren't even able to defend themselves, let alone...."<br>

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