 What is the purpose of the reclam crews?
Illustrated by DILLON HE was walking endlessly down a long, glass-walled corridor. Bright sunlight slanted in through one wall, on the blue knapsack across his shoulders. The corridor opened at last into a large high-domed room, much like a railway station or an air terminal. At the sight of him a man leaning negligently against a stone pillar, to his right but within vision, straightened and barked an order to him, “Halt!” [p 136 ] Two men hurried through a doorway of a small anteroom to his left, calling to him. With no break in pace he veered into an opening beside the escalator. At the first turn he saw that the aisle merely circled the stairway, coming out into the depot again on the other side. It took him only a few seconds to push the case into the compartment, lock it and slide the key along the floor beneath the locker. But the fact that they had been expecting him meant that others would very probably be waiting outside. A tall ruffian, copper-brown face damp with perspiration and body oil, grabbed him by the jacket and slammed him back against the lockers. The day was hot, and the room had no air conditioning, still a rare luxury on St. Martin’s. The office window was open, but it let in no freshness, only the mildly rank odor that pervaded all the planet’s habitable area. The floor beneath Zarwell’s feet assumed abruptly the near transfluent consistency of a damp sponge. It rose in a foot-high wave and rolled gently toward the far wall. The floor continued its transmutation, and Zarwell sank deep into viscous depths. ZARWELL found himself standing on a vast plain. Zarwell grunted acknowledgment and pushed himself to his feet, apparently unaware that his shirt clung damply to his body. The white marble of the city’s buildings shimmered in the afternoon heat, squat and austere as giant tree trunks, pock-marked and gray-mottled with windows. The evening meal hour was approaching when he reached the Flats, on the way to his apartment. The only sounds he heard as he passed were the occasional cry of a baby, chronically uncomfortable in the day’s heat, and the lowing of imported cattle waiting in a nearby shed to be shipped to the country. The feeling was there again, like a scene waiting only to be gazed at directly to be perceived. This morning, however, the sense of disorientation did not pass with full wakefulness.
 To establish habitable human settlements after the destruction of Earth
 To imprison anyone who breaks the Meninger oath of inviolate confidence  To establish habitable human settlements after the destruction of Earth  To search for minerals that could be used to produce serum for comanalyses  To reclaim fugitives from resistance movements and force them into captivity