Edward Everett Evans

“ Soon the original country or continent or planet is peopled only by the dregs.”
“I don't like to think Terra has only dregs left. After all, I came from there, you know,” Hanlon grinned and they smiled back companionably. “But I know you're right in part—at least, that will probably be the case in time. Just as it will with the other planets as their best and younger top-notchers go out to open up still more worlds.” ”

“ Hanlon answered honestly, “but now I understand Simonides has, just as she is the wealthiest planet. Of course, Terra being the original world, was bound to have the best the race could breed in all lines of endeavor. But when so many people migrated to other planets, she gradually lost many of her finest brains. Later, those other planets offered such fabulous wages to men and women with skills and trainings her first inhabitants lacked, that Terra was further drained.” ”

“ Don't ever let 'em get out of control, or put anything over on you, especially in sorting ore from rock. They're tricky. Use your shock-rod at every least sign of mutiny or loafing. Make 'em respect you. They know better'n to try to get away, 'cause they hate the rod.”
“What does it do to them?”
“We don't know exactly, except they can feel it, and will do anything to get away from it.”
“Maybe it hurts them terribly.”
“Look, punk!” Philander lost his friendliness, and snarled at Hanlon with twisted face. “We don't care whether they like it or not. ”