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I'm afraid that if I try to read the slip of paper now it may be noticed,
so I just wait for my turn to be assigned a job. I don't have to wait very
long before the woman at the left-most of the three tables is escorted
away, presumably to be taken to her assigned workplace. "Next!" the man
sitting behind that table bellows.
I walk forward to the table. There is no chair on my side, so I remain standing. The man looks at me like a farmer might examine a horse that he was thinking of buying. "You're from Earth, I believe?" he says. "Yes," I reply. "Age?" "Twenty-three." He makes an entry on a card, as he proceeds to do after each of my answers. One question that he never asks me is what my name is. I suppose my captors don't care. "Height?" "Five feet nine inches." "Weight?" "One hundred and thirty-two pounds." "Have you had any serious illnesses, or do you have any medical conditions?" I wonder whether to invent a condition that might lead to my being assigned to a not to demanding job, but decide that lying would be too risky as they would probably do some medical tests on me to determine if I was telling the truth. "No." "Are your sight and hearing good without any artifical aids?" "Yes." "What was your employment on your home planet?" "I had just qualified as a lawyer."
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12/29/2004 11:58:16 AM
Extending Enabled
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