halls are drabber and dingier;
the smaller apartments are poorly furnished;
metal-working is audible;
many crew spit and swear on seeing a policeman;
unmarried workers sleep in tiered bunks in cave-like barracks where a giant telescreen shows mindless, tasteless entertainment suitable for this class;
when Friday, the officer who wanted rights for the crew, is demoted to the crew, he must fight one of them;
fortunately, as a member of his aristocratic caste, he has learned fighting techniques to keep fit.
On Earth, such slums have grown from unplanned social interactions but this one is in a spaceship launched by a civilization ruled by psychotechnicians. Something does not add up but all will be explained in due course.
No comments:
Post a Comment