I don’t know, now. What I heard, even with everything we got on the line, dug in and ready for anything, they’s still a ten-mile-wide gap the Peepreps can waltz through without getting even a dirty look. So if General Bates—oh, he’s a nice enough young fellow, after you get used to him—if he wants to plug the hole with old unit DNE here, why, I say go to it, only the Council says nix. I can say this much: she’s put together so she’ll stay together. I must of wired in a thousand of them damage-sensors myself, and that ain’t a spot on what’s on the diagram. “Pain circuits,” old Doc Chin calls ’em. Says it’s just like a instinct for self-preservation or something, like people. Old Denny can hurt, he says, so he’ll be all the better at dodging enemy fire. He can enjoy, too, Doc says. He gets a kick out of doing his job right, and out of learning stuff. And he learns fast. He’ll do okay against them: durn Peepreps. They got him programmed right to the brim with everything from them Greeks used to fight with no pants down to Avery’s Last Stand at Leadpipe. He ain’t no dumb private; he’s got more dope to work on than any general ever graduated from the Point. And he’s got more firepower than an old-time army corps. So I think maybe General Bates got aholt of a good idear there, myself. Says he can put her in the gap in his line and field-test her for fair, with the whole durn Peeprep army and air force for a test problem. Save the gubment some money, too. I heard Doc Chin say the full-scale field test mock-up would run GM a hundred million and another five times that in army R-and-D funds. He had a map showed where he could use Denny here to block off the south end of Grand Crevasse where the Peeprep armor will have to travel ’count of the rugged terrain north of Cold City, and bottle ’em up slick as a owl’s peter. I’m for it, durn it. Let Denny have his chance. Can’t be no worse’n having them Comrades down here running things even worse’n the gubment.

15

“You don’t understand, young man. My goodness, I’m not the least bit interested in bucking the line, as you put it. Heavens, I’m going back to my apartment—”