"That's 'cause you were too young, Son. You didn't have to take the tests.... You were lucky."
"Claude! Billy's not interested in that. Besides they were necessary."
"Necessary! All those psychiatrists? Oh come, Joan.... I felt as if they were picking my brain with an ice pick!"
"But they had to be careful, Claude."
"Careful, yes.... But eight months of tests—every day!"
"Claude!" The woman's tone was severe.
"Why did they have to be careful, Pop?" Billy asked.
"They wanted to be sure, Son. They didn't want anyone out here who was sick, or lazy, or who wanted to start a war. They figured if the right kind of people came out here, Centifor would stay as fresh and clean as it was the day that Captain Taibi first landed here."
The boy looked out the porthole. "We'll sure have lots of room here, won't we, Pop?"
"Yes, Son. We'll have lots of room. The government's given us title to a hundred acres of what's just about the best land in the Universe.... I showed you the pictures of our land, didn't I?"