Pulp Fiction, 1955 · page 10 of 146
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THE LESSER BREED Operating and servicing the engines of the starships, they were able to work and live in the Styx—the airless outer shell. Out there in the searing radiation, no human could live without armour so heavy that it rendered him a useless spectator. Androids were the crew of all spaceships—men, the passengers. Despite this—or rather, be- cause of it—in the company of men, the androids were less than the dust. A minority to be spurned and hated by the race who created them. Not for their faults, but for fear of their very efficiency in doing something of which man him- self was incapable. Admans remembered the wry grin on the face of his psychology lecturer, many years before, when he had discussed this Frankenstein complex. Admans poured himself a drink at the bar and walked over to Mayo’s table. “Hallo there, Mark.’ The liaison officer’s thin, dark face smiled in welcome. “‘Are you going to come and sit with us? For a minute, I thought you’d joined the opposition.” Admans eased himself into a chair. The android faced him across the table in silence, no hint of emotion on the immobile face. “This is Jimmy Granella— he’s in charge of the engine . room,”’ Mayo said. Admans nodded. The name meant nothing to him—the androids on this trip were all Granellas, and to the ordinary human, all androids of the same species looked alike. Only specialists like Mayo were able to distinguish one from another. “Jimmy came inboard to give me his routine report,” said Mayo in answer to Admans’ unspoken question. “Saves me climbing into sweaty, stinking armour and going out into the Styx for it. Good idea, don’t you think ?”’ Admans sipped his drink. *“O.K. by me. But what does Tutin say about the arrange- ment ?” } “That darned pinheaded bureaucrat—who does he think really runs this ship, anyway?’ Mayo said. Admans realised suddenly that the liaison officer was comiclookss:conrn