"Better not mention that word to Dad Jenks. He sees red."
"This whole damn planet is red."
"Want a guided tour of Nowhere, men? Step right up."
Arkalion grinned. "They seem so well-adjusted," he said, then shuddered against the cold and followed Temple, with the others, through the crowd.
They were inoculated against nameless diseases. (Watch for the needle with the hook)
They were told again they had arrived on the planet Mars. (No kidding?)
Led to a drab underground city, dimly lit, dank, noisome with mold and mildew. (Quick, the chlorophyll)
Assigned bunks in a dormitory, with four men to a room. (Be it ever so humble—bah!)
Told to keep things clean and assigned temporarily to a garbage pickup detail. (For this I left Sheboygan?)
Read to from the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution and Public Law 1182 (concerned with the Nowhere Journey, it told them nothing they did not already know).