Battlefield Earth Page #3

You don't have a tab.

I do now.

You're new here,|so I'll explain how it works.

I eat first.

Then my men eat.

If there's anything left,|you can share it with them.

That's how it used to work.

Greener, let's just stay alive.

You're right.

-So I'll fight you.|-No.

Without food,|we don't have strength to escape.

-So now we're escaping?|-I am.

Come if you want.

We fight, it's to the death.

Say your prayers to the gods!

We have enough problems without|killing each other over food.

From now on, we eat at the same time.

Sir.

I was wondering when|you'd look at that.

It came in last week,|and I put it right in your box.

I've wasted my time, haven't l?

If you're going to lie to me, have|the decency to do a credible job. . .

. . .so I don't look like an idiot|for training you.

But I'm not lying. I put the photo|in your box as soon as it came in.

You are pathetic. You wouldn't last|one day at the academy.

-And I saw you.|-What?

You said:

"We use picto-cameras|to spy on other offices.

But under no circumstance|do we spy on our own office. "

That's right. We don't. I do.

Start talking.

The photo's from|last week's recon drone.

It shows a rockslide in the mountains.|It exposed a gold vein.

You were waiting for me to transfer. . .

. . .so you could turn it in|and get credit.

I didn't think you'd mind.

I don't mind. Turn it in. But before|you do, pretend you're not. . .

. . .a complete imbecile. . .

. . .and check the compo gradients.

It's full of uranium. No Psychlo. . .

. . .can get there without his breath gas|exploding. No way to mine the gold.

But what I do mind is that you|betrayed me over a lousy recon photo!

It's worthless! You said so!

But you didn't know it was worthless!

I would never hurt you, sir.

I'm unarmed. You can't shoot me.|It's against regulations, sir.

I can make this up to you, sir.|I promise. I swear.

Please, sir.

You do not have to shoot me, sir.

Shoot you? My most trusted colleague?

Of course not.|We have work to do. Come.

Tomorrow morning, we must warn|the Planetship of the mutiny.

What mutiny?

The one you're going to pretend|is in the works. . .

. . .Iike your life depended on it.|Because it does.

If the worker revolt takes place,|my informants tell me. . .

. . .that the first order of business is|to separate you from your head.

Which is why there will be no revolt.

I am authorizing you to use whatever|means necessary to prevent it.

The best way is to increase profits|and stop cutting the workers' pay.

Production equals profits.

And I've already ordered|as many new workers as possible. . .

. . .to boost production.

But we have to pay the new workers.

Maybe you were absent the day they|taught economics at the academy, Ker.

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