Summary

Portrait of Algis Budrys Algis Budrys The Stoker and the Stars

I think what kept anything from happening between MacReidie and the stoker, or anyone else and the stoker, was that it would have meant trouble in the ship. Trouble, confined to our little percentage of the ship's volume, could seem like something much more important than the fate of the human race. It may not seem that way to you. But as long as no one began anything, we could all get along.
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Portrait of Algis Budrys Algis Budrys The Stoker and the Stars

We were out on a God-forsaken landing field on Mars, MacReidie and I, loading cargo aboard the Serenus. MacReidie was First Officer. I was Second. The stranger came walking up to us.
"Got a job?" he asked, looking at MacReidie.
Mac looked him over. He saw the same things I'd seen. He shook his head. "Not for you. The only thing we're short on is stokers."
You wouldn't know. There's no such thing as a stoker any more, with automatic ships.
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Portrait of Algis Budrys Algis Budrys The Stoker and the Stars

The stoker shrugged. "Ships are ships, and physics is physics, no matter where you go. I'll make out."
"What kind of a deal did you make with them? What do you think you're up to?"
The stoker shook his head. "No deal. I signed on as a crewman. I'll do a crewman's work for a crewman's wages. I thought I'd wander around a while. It ought to be interesting," he said.
"On a Jek ship."
"Anybody's ship. When I get to their home world, I'll probably ship out with some people from farther on. Why not? It's honest work."
MacReidie had no answer to that.
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