"You're not going to be expelled, Morry. Not if you do as we ask."
"And if you don't," Burns said, still rubbing his jaw, "we'll tell the dear Director that you explained how his specimen collector works."
"Then you'll be expelled with us, Morry."
"He's going to get tired of having you around to laugh at one day, Morry. Then you'll be out anyway."
"No use appealing to him with the broad theme, I suppose?"
I look at John Thay.
"What broad theme?" I asked.
"Do you know what you've got here, Morry? You have the only mass escape route from Earth."
"You're euphoricked!"
"No, we're not. Do you know how many habitable planets we've listed? Over three hundred and fifty. We've sent stellar-reporters out and back every day and we know. They're listed back there at the Institute. We can reach them on the hyperspace transmitter, you know that. The only things that stop a mass emigration are David Adam Smith, the small size of the transmitter and the impossibility of building enough ships to carry everyone. The alloy supply only just covers the standard emigration program. But a stellar-reporter comes back with the data, is re-set and goes out again and comes back again. Don't you see, Morry?"