 The denizens of Terra would most likely make fun of Craig for his ______.
Rootless and footloose, a man in space can't help but dream of coming home. Flight Officer Robert Craig surrendered the tube containing his service record tapes and stood waiting while the bored process clerk examined the seal. Craig obeyed the robot voice and began reluctantly to remove his flight jacket. It was impossible to hate a robot, but one could certainly hate those who set it into operation. "No, but my father—" "Your parents left Terra during the Second Colonization of Cassiopeia II, didn't they?" He was uncomfortable; Wyandotte seemed to know all about him. Short of Gravitational conditioning, there is nothing to stop you from going to Terra." It helps suppress certain physiological reactions to an entirely new set of conditions. There were excellent psychological reasons for the old stereotype, the 'drunken sailor.' During the days that followed, the psychologist seemed to Craig to become progressively more didactic. He spoke repetitiously of the "growing complexity of Terran society." He had been on Einstein IV, the planet of eight moons, and had felt the pulse of all eight of the satellites at once that no PON could completely nullify. But even if he could accept the psychologist's authority for the cumulative effect of a gravity system, he could not understand the unspoken warning he felt underlying all that the man said. You tell me spacemen don't settle down on Terra. "Mr. Craig," the psychologist said slowly, "you have my authorization for you to return to Terra as a private citizen of that planet. On the eighth day, two attendants, who showed the effects of massive doses of PON to protect themselves from the centrifugal force, had to carry a man out of the tank. "The twelfth day is the worst," a grizzled spaceman told Craig. Two white-clad figures, ridiculously out of proportion, hovered wraithlike over him. Either that or they had begun to produce ultra-sonic waves. The huge headquarters base centrifuge aboard the man-made satellite had gradually caused their bodies to respond once more to a single source of pull. They were now ready to become inhabitants of planets again, instead of free-falling ships. On the eighteenth day, automatic machinery freed them from their imprisoning cots. Then they again began taking paraoxylnebutal in preparation for the free-fall flight to Terra. "Not to Chociante, if that's what you mean. They just jerked his space card and gave him a one-way ticket to Terra."
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