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Chapter 5
Petehadlookedoutfirstandseer.allthedelivery-roommachinerywaitingforhimandsomehowrealizedwhathewasbeingborninto,andhadgrabbedontoeverythinghandyintheretotrytostaveoffbeingborn.Thedoctorreachedinandgothimbytheheadwithasetofdulledicetongsandjerkedhimlooseandfiguredeverythingwasallright.ButPete’sheadwasstilltoonew,andsoftasclay,andwhenitset,thosetwodentsleftbythetongsstayed.Andthismadehimsimpletowhereittookallhisstrainingeffortandconcentrationandwillpowerjusttodothetasksthatcameeasytoakidofsix.
Butonegoodthing—beingsimplelikethatputhimoutoftheclutchoftheCombine.Theyweren’tabletomoldhimintoaslot.Sotheylethimgetasimplejobontherailroad,whereallhehadtodowassitinalittleclapboardhousewayoutinthesticksonalonelyswitchandwavearedlanternatthetrainsiftheswitchwasoneway,andagreenoneifitwastheother,andayellowoneiftherewasatrainsomeplaceupahead.Andhedidit,withmainforceandagutpowertheycouldn’tmashoutofhishead,outbyhimselfonthatswitch.Andheneverhadanycontrolsinstalled.
That’swhytheblackboydidn’thaveanysayoverhim.Buttheblackboydidn’tthinkofthatrightoffanymorethanthenursedidwhensheorderedPeteremovedfromthedayroom.TheblackboywalkedrightupandgavePete’sarmajerktowardthedoor,justlikeyou’djerkthereinsonaplowhorsetoturnhim.
"Tha’sright,Pete.Lessgotothedorm.Youdisturbin’ever’body."
Peteshookhisarmloose."I’mtired,"hewarned.
"C’mon,oldman,youmakin’afuss.Lessusgotobedandbestilllikeagoodboy."
