Alliterating name. An older man, too. We're in need of people with developed skills, not kids. You'll be sluggish under hard gee, but we've got workarounds that'll keep you brain buzzed and your grip slack.
Steel-bender's a fine job for a man with hard hands and a soft touch.
Look, mate. I don't care if you've got learning disabilities under the wazoo, but this is a tough life you're setting yourself up for. I'm not going to be responsible for turning a man down in search of brotherhood. There's no aptitude test out here. Not everyone is going to be kind to you; but they'll damn well respect you, provide you with what you're owed. From the cards you've been dealt in your hand, we can do more than what they've done over the top; we'll protect you.
There's a sense of family out here. Brother to brother. It doesn't matter if we're born rich, smart and looking good. We all deserve the chance to feel happy with our place in it. The 'why', of why we're alive. That's the shake-out."
"Your Daddy's an honest father, Günter. Spend some time with the old guy before we step out to pick you up from the Karolinen docks. From there, we'll take care of the rest. Transit to the ring and out into interplanetary space."
"I guarantee you'll do him proud, Arbeiter. Your certificate of Syndicalisation's being wired to you over Neural transfer. Keep it with you. It's for luck."
Günter Gortz has been accepted into the Reichsarbeitergesellshaft at Arbeiter rank.
"Though the past is scarred and the future untold"
" Be the boot heavy, the vacuum cold."
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