Pulp Fiction, 1956 · page 70 of 162
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A man is the product of his environment. He is the result of what is done to him by others. is such a man responsible? THE WAY I AM Dan Morgan ALLO, WHOEVER YOU H are. Don’t try to an- swer. The receiving sec- tion of this radio is dead. I made it that way, because for me this is a time for talking, not listening. I’m not at ail sure why I’m sending this message, unless it’s in the hope that somebody, somewhere, will hear it and understand. But if there’s nobody there, then that’s all right, too. It makes this thing just between me and God, and perhaps that’s the way it should be. Grant is in the living quarters, probably asleep by now, so [ll tell the whole thing, the way it hap- pened. I was just wasting away my time there on the fourth satellite, and drinking more 69 than was good for me. Drink- ing was, after all, one of the least vicious forms of enter- tainment in that dockside slum of a planet. The other three satellites are run with the clean, impersonal effici- ency one would expect of a government department, but Fourth is the property of the Interplanetary Development Corporation. I.D.C. is a strictly profit- making organisation, prepared to sublet and offer unrestricted facilities to anybody who can pay his way. The government don’t seem to take a great deal of notice what goes on there on Fourth. I have a theory that they are working on a very long term policy, hoping that by allowing all the carnivores and jackals of the human race to congregate comicloooks.corn