Battlefield Earth Page #4
Man-animals do.
What if we were to train them|how to mine?
Man-animals operating machinery?
Have you blown a head gasket?
I will be the laughingstock|of the universe.
So you should have me|take man-animals. . .
. . .with equipment,|out to a remote area. . .
. . .better that you don't know where,|and try and train them.
Have them do some test mining.
If it doesn't work out,|no one will know.
-Right.|-And if it does work. . .
. . .I will be vaporized.
It is against the law.
Regulations say. . .
. . .a Planetship faced with|a profit-threatening situation. . .
. . .is relieved|of all other ordinances. . .
. . .to pursue, to protect|and to acquire said profits.
There you have it.
We stick to the original plan.
Bring in new workers. . .
. . .and they go on half-pay|as soon as they arrive.
And that is final!
Run! Run!
Okay, now! Pull his breath mask off.
Last time we didn't even stop timing|until its lungs burst.
That's the wager.
No way this man-animal|lasts more than four minutes.
Help me!
I need your air!
The wager's off.|The damn thing cheated.
The Planetship is hiding something.
All we have to do|is find out what it is. . .
. . .then we'll have leverage.
And then we can get the gold.
What do you mean, we? It's my plan.
I'm sending the gold to Psychlo, then|I'm getting off this stinking planet.
Come on, sir.
You gotta let me in on it.
I barely make any lousy credits|in this job.
And I've got five wives|to support, sir.
I don't know if I want|to partner up with an idiot.
How do I even know|you understand the plan?
We train man-animals|who don't need breath gas. . .
. . .to mine the gold for us.
But Home Planet owns this planet.|The gold belongs to them.
That's the beauty of it.
Home Planet doesn't know|the gold exists.
Those corporate crapheads|won't know we stole it.
It's the perfect crime, sir.
Putting aside the serious violations|of teaching mining to inferiors. . .
. . .and insulting corporate superiors,|each one punishable by death.
So it is my duty to report you. . .
. . .though you'll be vaporized, and|I'll have to train a new assistant.
But it's your stinking plan, sir.
So I'm glad I have|a recording of you. . .
. . .Iaying out the plan|and my reprimanding you.
Think of it as part of your education.
Education, huh?
Never engage in a criminal activity|unless you have a patsy to pin it on. . .
. . .in case you ever get found out.
Thank you. That's great.
But why do I have to be the patsy?
So you don't get any bright ideas|to get rid of Terl. . .
. . .and keep the gold for yourself.
But I'd never double-cross you.
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