"But if you did hit the jackpot, your commanding officer would probably lock you up in your room rather than take a chance on you."
Matt still looked troubled. "Not satisfied?" Wong went on. "Matt, you are suffering from a disease of youth-you expect moral problems to have nice, neat, black-and-white answers. Suppose you relax and let me worry about whether or not you have what it takes. Oh, some day you'll be caught in a squeeze and no one around to tell you the right answer. But I have to decide whether or not you can get the right answer when the problem comes along- and I don't, even know what your problem will be how would you like to be in my boots?"
Matt grinned sheepishly. "I wouldn't like it."
XI P.R.S. AES TRIPLEX
OSCAR, MATT, AND TEX were gathered in their common room just before lunch when Pete bounced in. Literally so-he caromed off the door frame and zipped into the room, shouting, "Hey, fellows!"
Oscar grabbed his arms as he rebounded from the inner wall. "Cut your jet and ground-what's the excitement?"
Peter turned in the air and faced them. "The new 'Passed' list is posted!"
"Who's on it?"
"Don't know-just heard about it. Come on!"
They streamed after him. Tex came abreast of Matt and said, "I don't know why I should be getting in a sweat-I won't be on it."