The chairman pounded the table. "Stay with the subject. It has been suggested that each center grow part of its food. I am in favor."
"But it cuts down the available labor force. We're having complaints now about the shortage of slaves—"
"Think of the future. I admit the present situation is difficult. It's like raising a herd of prize cattle—all expense and no profit at first. Then the herd is built up and suddenly you're rich."
"But we're putting so much into it—"
"The more we put in, the more we take out. And they're multiplying rapidly. Remember our new goal of two slaves for each galactic—one for the day shift and one for the night. It's the only way our people can live a decent life, freed from routine labor, devoting themselves to art and science."
"That's right. We work so our children can lead the better life. It's worth some sacrifice."
The chairman stood up. "Most of us seem willing to endure a little hardship now for the benefit of our children. I suggest we endorse this new procedure."
aurent, Jr., married the girl next door. Laurent celebrated the wedding with a barrel of beer he had brewed on the farm. Sam became glassy-eyed and lectured the young couple.