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psychograph we couldn't figure out--anxiety over your brother." "I doubt it," shrugged Temple. "More likely my fiancee." "Umm, common enough. You were to be married?" "Yes." _Stephanie, what are you doing now? Right now?_ "That's what hurts the most.... Well, yes, I can find out about your brother." The psychiatrist flicked a toggle on his desk. "Jamison, find what you can on Temple, Jason, year of--" "1987," Temple supplied. "1987. We'll wait." After a moment or two, the voice came through, faintly metallic: "Temple, Jason. Arrival: 1987. Psychograph, 115b12. Mental aggregate, 98. Physcom, good to excellent. Training: two years, space perception concentrate, others. Shipped out: 1989." So Jase had shipped out for--Nowhere. "Someday you'll follow in your brother's footsteps, Temple. Now, though, I have a few hundred questions I'd like you to answer." The psychiatrist hadn't exaggerated. Several hours of questioning followed. Once reminded of her, Temple found it hard to keep his thought off Stephanie. He left the psychiatrist's office more confused than ever. * * * * * "Good morning, child. You Stephanie Andrews?" Stephanie hadn't felt up to working that first morning after Kit's final goodbye. She answered the door in her bathrobe, saw a small, middle-aged woman with graying hair and a kind face. "That's right. Won't you come in?" "Thank you. I represent the Complete Emancipation League, Miss Andrews." "Complete Emancipation League? Oh, something to do with politics. Really, I'm not much interested in--" "That's entirely the trouble," declared the older woman. "Too many of us are not interested in politics. I'd like to discuss the C.E.L. with you, my dear, if you will bear with me a few minutes." "All right," said Stephanie. "Would you like a glass of sherry?" "In the morning?" the older woman smiled. "I'm sorry. Don't mind me. My fiance left yesterday, took his final goodbye. He--he embarked on the Nowhere Journey." "I realize that. It is precisely why I am here. My dear, the C.E.L. does not want to fight the government. If the government decides that the Nowhere Journey is vital for the welfare of the country--even if the government won't or can't explain what the Nowhere Journey is--that's all right with us. But if the government says there is a rotation system but does absolutely nothing about it, we're interested in that. Do you follow
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