 Why was Bradley in the Jug?
His name was Liam O'Leary and there was something stinking in his nostrils. He was a captain of guards in Estates-General Correctional Institution—better known to its inmates as the Jug—and if he hadn't been able to detect the scent of trouble brewing a cell-block away, he would never have survived to reach his captaincy. And her name, he saw, was Sue-Ann Bradley, Detainee No And, what was more important, why she couldn't adjust herself to it, now that she was in. That old witch Mathias never told me I was supposed to mop up. And then, ten minutes later, she called the guards and told them I refused to mop." He said patiently: "Bradley, the rules are you have to mop out your cell. He handed the rap sheet to Sodaro and said absently: "Too bad a kid like her has to be here. Captain O'Leary took a long drink of water from the fountain marked "Civil Service." The ultimate should be the complete segregation of each specialization—social and genetic measures to make them breed true, because the unspecialized man is an uncivilized man, or at any rate he does not advance civilization. It was a perfectly good civil-service position—better than post-office clerk, not as good as Congressman, but a job you could be proud to hold. He was civil-service born and bred, and naturally he was proud and content to do a good, clean civil-service job. But he kept the cars going—and, O'Leary thought approvingly, when his sentence was up in another year or so, he would go back to his life with his status restored, a mechanic on the outside as he had been inside, and he certainly would never risk coming back to the Jug by trying to pass as Civil Service or anything else. So why didn't this girl, this Sue-Ann Bradley, know hers? When you're in it, you don't much care what it is called; it is a place for punishment. It was a community of its own, an enclave within the larger city-state that was the Jug. She was in a detachment of three unfortunates like herself, convoyed by an irritable guard, climbing the steel steps toward Block O from the floor below, when she heard the yelling. "Owoo-o-o," screamed Sauer from one end of the cell block and "Yow-w-w!" shrieked Flock at the other.
 she believed people should be able to choose their path in life
 she didn't understand the people she was supposed to be working with  she wanted to be part of the Civil Service group instead of the laborer group  she caused a fight in the lunch room  she believed people should be able to choose their path in life