"Huh? Oh, yeah. For two weeks. I saw plenty of transies trucked in, but I never saw any taken out. Maybe they left in the rocket."
"Rocket?"
The youth was looking straight before him. His face was hard as bone, but his voice trembled.
"Yes. A big one. It landed and discharged about a dozen men."
"You nuts? There's been only one man-carrying rocket invented, and it lands by parachute."
"I saw it, I tell you. And I'm not so nutty I'm seeing things that aren't there. Not yet, anyway!"
"Maybe the government's got rockets it's not telling anybody about."
"Then what connection could there be between rehabilitation camps and rockets?"
Jack shrugged and said, "Your rocket story is fantastic."
"If somebody had told you four years ago that you'd be a bum hauled off to a concentration camp, you'd have said that was fantastic too."