"Oh? I thought maybe in your spare time—"
"You want to kill us?" Sam demanded. "Put us on an extra job after working us hard twelve hours a day?"
"But—there's so little coming in. Still, maybe you're right. Worth the extra trouble and expense now. Building for the future—that's the idea."
arth Rolan notified his group leader of the arrangement and it percolated swiftly up through the hierarchy to the council of the highest group heads, who directed policy for the entire Galaxy. There were nine of them and they talked over this development.
"I approve. We should have done it this way from the beginning."
"Of course. But certain advocates of government control insisted on public ownership of the food farms—"
"What do you mean, certain advocates? If you mean me, be galactic enough to say so."
"I intend no personal offense to anybody. But there is bound to be inefficiency in any government project—"