Pulp Fiction, 1956 · page 52 of 162
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THE GIVE-AWAY WORLDS then it gives them time to think it over.” ‘“‘Like the pictures,” said Frank. He was beginning to understand. “The moving things in reception. Make the new worlds appear tough and exciting and they will attract more people. Is that it?” “Of course. The old way was all wrong. Colonists don’t need to be wet-nursed, not the colonists we are looking for. Offering them what they already had was a waste of time. Offer them something different and they’ll jump at it.’ He looked at Frank. “Well, what about you?” “I don’t know,” said Frank slowly. “I just don’t know.” “You'll go,” said Miles positively. “Just give it some more thought and you'll see that there’s nothing else you can do.”’ Frank didn’t answer. He was thinking, remembering all that he would miss if he went to a colony, the com- plete new start he would have to make, the utter difference such a life would be. No running water, no video, no jump-cars, bars, tri-dis, clean, tall buildings, the humming St life of the city. Instead, there would be jungle and moun- tains and nature in the raw. Would he regret having made the choice? And if he did regret it, would the fact that he could never return worry him? Frank, like all those of his day and age, had been shielded from the necessity of making grave decisions. Rules and regulations had guided his life from -the cradle and would continue to do so to the grave. Now that he was faced with a big decision he couldn’t resolve it. Miles, watching from be- hind a veil of cigarette smoke, guessed what was passing through his mind. —POrget it," he. sard abruptly. ““Don’t worry about it. Just work for us instead.” *“Work ?” “That’s right.” Miles pro- duced a sheaf of cards similar to the one Frank had been given outside the jail. ‘““Take these, sign the backs and pass them on to anyone you think might be interested in what we have to offer. Half a credit for everyone who comes in and ten credits a week basic. Right?” comiclbooks.cormn