 Why was Bradley in the Jug?
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. 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. 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. 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. The two guards turned to see what was coming in as the three new candidates for the Greensleeves slumped to a stop at the head of the stairs. The outside guard said sourly: "A woman, for God's sake. The outside guard pulled the switch that turned on the tanglefoot electronic fields that swamped the floor of the block corridor and of each individual cell. Sue-Ann Bradley had got a good look at Sauer and at Flock as she passed them by and she was fighting off an almost uncontrollable urge to retch. They had spent so much time in prisons that it was sometimes hard even for them to remember what they really were, outside. The inside guard finished putting the new prisoners away and turned off the tangler field once more.
 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