“Static,” she said briefly.
He looked at her. “It sounds to me as though it's developed a near perfect socio-economic system. What do you mean, static?”
“No push, no drive,” Tog said definitely. “Everyone—what is the old term?—everyone has it made. The place is stagnating. I wouldn't be surprised to see Tommy Paine show up there sooner or later.”
Ronny said, “Look, since we've known each other, have I ever said anything you agree with?”
Tog raised her delicate eyebrows. “Why, Ronny. You know perfectly well we both agreed that the eggs for breakfast were quite inedible.”
Ronny came to his feet again. Considering her size, she certainly was an irritating baggage. “I think I'll go to my room and see if I can get any inspirations on tracking down our quarry.”
“Good night, Ronny,” she said demurely.
They ran into a minor difficulty upon arrival at New Delos. The captain called both Ronny Bronston and Tog Lee Chang Chu to the bridge.
He nodded in the direction of the communications screen. A bald headed, robed character—obviously a priest—scowled at them.