Avery let loose one of his rare chuckles. "Who knows? They don't. Something impractical, you can be sure. But they didn't send us out to die. We cost 'em too much."
"More than we're worth." A statement.
"Of course. Billions, actually, and on some fool thing like this. You can't teach 'em. Government generations are too short. The only administration they care about is the last one and how to talk it down. It would take a major catastrophe to beat any sense into their heads."
"I suppose so." Wyckoff still stared at the floor.
"They didn't have any place for us in their set-up, and they aren't smart enough to figure out any. We know too much. The best they could come up with was this scheme to get us out of sight." Wyckoff was certainly a good listener. "They won't even know if we land safely for another two-three years when the ship does or doesn't come back for supplies. You'd think even the most moronic secretariat would know better than to send out a bunch of colonists that can't even multiply."
"But they sent us. They must have thought there was something we could do."
"We'll never know who sent us—or why. It's all mixed up with politics somewhere. Ours but to do as they say."
"Do or die."
"What? Oh ... the quotation. Well, I stand corrected—don't know as it makes any great difference. We all will someday, in spite of the great Farrar and his coddling hospital."
Samuel looked even more fragile and a little wistful as he glanced up at Avery at last. "We thought this would be more interesting than the hospital, anyway."