 What would have happened if the Peace State had not crash landed?
All things considered—the obscure star, the undetermined damage to the stellar drive and the way the small planet's murky atmosphere defied precision scanners—the pilot made a reasonably good landing. Despite sour feelings for the space service of Haurtoz, steward Peter Kolin had to admit that casualties might have been far worse. Chief Steward Slichow led his little command, less two third-class ration keepers thought to have been trapped in the lower hold, to a point two hundred meters from the steaming hull of the Peace State . It may be useful to discover temporary sources in this area of natural foods." The Planetary State of Haurtoz had been organized some fifteen light-years from old Earth, but many of the home world's less kindly techniques had been employed. Lack of complete loyalty to the state was likely to result in a siege of treatment that left the subject suitably "re-personalized." "You will scout in five details of three persons each," Chief Slichow said. The maintenance of a proper viewpoint was a necessity if the Planetary State were to survive the hostile plots of Earth and the latter's decadent colonies. Kolin found himself in a group with Jak Ammet, a third cook, and Eva Yrtok, powdered foods storekeeper. Since the crew would be eating packaged rations during repairs, Yrtok could be spared to command a scout detail. Chief Slichow emphasized that the keepers of rations could hardly, in an emergency, give even the appearance of favoring themselves in regard to food. To reach their assigned sector, they had to climb a forbidding ridge of rock within half a kilometer. Only a sparse creeper grew along their way, its elongated leaves shimmering with bronze-green reflections against a stony surface; but when they topped the ridge a thick forest was in sight. Yrtok and Ammet paused momentarily before descending. For all Kolin could tell, he and the others were isolated in a world bounded by the rocky ridge behind them and a semi-circle of damp trees and bushes several hundred meters away. "Be a job to find anything edible here," grunted Ammet, and Kolin agreed. Fifty meters away, Ammet sat beside the bush with the purple berries, utterly relaxed. Ammet's head lolled loosely to one side. As he reached her, whatever Yrtok was examining came to life and scooted into the underbrush with a flash of greenish fur. "It's dangerous. Soaring thirty or forty meters into the thin fog and dwarfing other growth, it seemed the most promising choice.
 A revolution on Haurtoz would never have happened.
 A different crew would eventually follow a similar path.  The locals would not have gotten the rations they needed.  A revolution on Haurtoz would never have happened.  Yrtok would have remained lonely for the rest of his life.