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an open door.
    There Teenie had sat. It was Captain Bolz's office! Teenie had had Captain Bolz's hat on the back of her head, her ponytail over her shoulder, and her hands had been busy with a ledger book.
    "Hello, Maddie. You decided to come out of your hole?"
    "What are you doing in Captain Bolz's office? He'll murder you!"
    "Oh, no, he won't. Old Bolzy got upset with all the (bleeping) that was going on. He doesn't like boys but all the chatter from his crew got him so hard up he was busting his pants. But I handled it."
    "You mean you're letting Captain Bolz-do-sleep with you?"
    "Oh, hell no, Maddie. I got more sense than that. I just been going down on him once a day to keep him cooled off. I charge him ten credits and I'm just looking up to see how much money he's got. And look here, he's rolling in it."
    "Are you going to rob him? He'll kill us!"
    "No, no. No robbery, Maddie. How crude! I'm worth whatever the traffic will bear and I could show you if you'd ever let me. You could even– – "
    "No, no!" Madison had said, aghast, horrified at doing something like that with a girl.
    "You sure?"
    "Of course I'm sure. You're trying to make me be unfaithful to my mother! I won't have that, Teenie. And don't do anything awful to Captain Bolz. We're at his complete mercy!"
    Her laughter had been extravagant. "Bolzy? Look at all this dough, Maddie. See? These things are numbers. My problem is that I set my price too low and Bolzy, after he's had it done to him, can't (bleep) for another whole day, not even with what I learned from the Hong Kong whore."
    She had looked dreamy, her too-big eyes fixed on the ceiling pipes, caressing her too-big lips with the end of a pen. Then she had laughed abruptly.
    "I have it! I'll just begin to slip hash oil into his hot jolt. Man, I'll have him (bleeping) three times a day!"
    Madison had retreated to his cabin, the vision of being on a spaceship out of control turning into nightmares in his dreams.
    He had suffered through the rest of the trip, clinging precariously to his sanity.
    He had landed in a place of such strange architecture he could not accept it.
    He had been talked at by men in odd uniforms.
    In a room that seemed to be made of stainless steel, they had plopped a helmet on his head and then for six successive days he had thought that he must have some awful disease that had put him in a coma.
    Just this morning he had awakened fully. He had found his baggage was there in the room with him. He had seen what might be a shower but couldn't figure out how to turn it on. He had then stood in front of what might be a nozzle and peered at it and it suddenly sprayed him! Very disconcerting!
    Now there was a knock and he was soaking wet.
    He went to the door intending to open it, but it opened.
    A man was standing there in a black uniform. "You better get a move on," the man said. "The chief has just sent for you."
    "The chief?"
    "Lombar Hisst! Don't stand there gaping. If that's your baggage, get some clothes out and get dressed. And you better look pretty respectable. But don't delay. The message said it was very urgent. So put some throttle to it."
    "Where am I?" said Madison.
    "You're standing right there, idiot."
    "No, no. I mean where is this place?"
    "Well, the chief is at Palace City where he always is these days, and I've got your airbus standing by. So hurry."
    "No, I mean where is this place I am in?"
    "You're in the Training Center of the Extra-Voltarian Personnel Induction Unit, Coordinated Information Apparatus."
    "Yes, but what sun or star or something?"
    "Oh, sizzling comets, I knew I should have brought an induction escort with me. You mean you don't know where you are?"
    "You get the idea," said Madison.
    "This is the planet Voltar, capital of the Voltar Confederacy. You're thirteen miles south of Government City in an Apparatus compound. I am Captain Slash of the 43rd Death Battalion, Apparatus."
    "What's going on?"
    "Buckets, how would I know? Here." And he fished