and barely visible through the lashing rain。 Halfway there the gunner froze up as his relays shorted； so they put the wheels under his heels and loaded the bags onto his legs； and he made a damn fine handcar the rest of the way。
〃I make a damn fine handcar；〃 the gunner growled。
〃Don't bitch；〃 the sergeant told him。 〃At least you got a civilian occupation。〃 He kicked the door open and they walked and rolled into the wele warmth of the operations office。
〃You have a can of solvent？〃 Bill asked the man behind the counter。
〃You have travel orders？〃 the man asked； ignoring his question。
〃In my bag I got a can；〃 the gunner said； and Bill pulled it open and rummaged around。
They handed over their orders； the gunner's were buttoned into his breast pocket； and the clerk fed them into the slot of the giant machine behind him。 The machine hummed and flashed lights； and Bill dripped solvent onto all of the gunner's electrical connections until the water was washed away。 A horn sounded； the orders were regurgitated； and a length of printed tape began clicking out of another orifice。 The clerk snatched it up and read it rapidly。
〃You're in trouble；〃 he said with sadistic relish。 〃All three of you are supposed to get the Purple Dart in a ceremony with the Emperor and they're filming in three hours。 You'll never make it in time。〃
〃None of your bowb；〃 the sergeant grated。 〃We just got off the ship。 Where do we go？〃
〃Area 1457…D； Level K9； Block 823…7； Corridor 492； Chambers FLM…34； Room 62； ask for Producer Ratt〃
〃How do we get there？〃 Bill asked。
〃Don't ask me； I just work here。〃 The clerk threw three thick volumes onto the counter； each one over a foot square and almost as thick； with a chain riveted to the spine。 〃Find your own way； here's your floor plan； but you have to sign for it。 Losing it is a courts…martial offense punishable by 。 。 。〃
The clerk suddenly realized that he was alone in the room with the three veterans； and as he blanched white he reached out for a red button。 But before his finger could touch it the gunner's metal arm； spitting sparks and smoking；
pinned it to the counter。 The sergeant leaned over until his face was an inch from the clerk's then spoke in a low； chill voice that curdled the blood。
〃We will not find our own way。 You will find our way for us。 You will provide us with a Guide。〃
〃Guides are only for officers；〃 the clerk protested weakly； then gasped as a steel…bar finger ground him in the stomach。
〃Treat us like officers；〃 the sergeant breathed。 〃We don't mind。〃
With chattering teeth the clerk ordered a guide； and a small metal door in the far wall crashed open。 The Guide had a tubular metal body that ran on six rubber…tired wheels； a head fashioned to resemble a hound dog's； and a springy metal tail。 〃Here； boy；〃 the sergeant manded； and the Guide rushed over to him； slipped out a red plastic tongue； and； with a slight grinding of gears； began to emit the sound of mechanical panting。 The sergeant took the length of printed tape and quickly punched the code 1457…D K9 823…7 492 FLM 34 62 on the buttons that decorated the Guide's head。 There were two sharp barks； the red tongue vanished； the tail vibrated； and the Guide rolled away down the corridor。 The veterans followed。
It took them an hour； by slideway； escalator； elevator； pneumocar； shanks' mare； monorail； moving sidewalk； and greased pole to reach room 62。 While they were seated on the slideway they secured the chains of their floor plans to their belts； since even Bill was beginning to realize the value of a guide to this world…sized city。 At the door to room 62 the Guide barked three times； then rolled away before they could grab it。
〃Should have been quicker；〃 the sergeant said。 〃Those things are worth their weight in diamonds。〃 He pushed the door open to reveal a fat man seated at a desk shouting into a visisphone。
〃I don't give a flying bowb what your excuses are； excuses I can buy wholesale。 All I know is I got a production schedule and the cameras are ready to roll and where are my principals？ I ask you…and what do you tell me…〃 he looked up and began to scream； 〃Out！ Out！ Can't you see I'm busy！〃 The sergeant reached over and threw the visisphone onto the floor then stomped it to tiny smoking bits。
〃You have a direct way of getting attention；〃 Bill said。
〃Two years in bat make you very direct；〃 the sergeant said； and grated his teeth together in a loud and disturbing way。 Then； 〃Here we are； Ratt； what do we do？〃
Producer Ratt kicked his way through the wreckage and threw open a door behind the desk。 〃Places！ Lights！〃 he shrieked； and there was an immense scurrying and a sudden glare。 The to…be…honored veterans followed him through the door into an immense sound stage humming with organized bustle。 Cameras on motorized dollies rolled around the set where flats and props simulated the end of a regal throne room。 The stained…glass windows glowed with imaginary
sunlight； and a golden sunbeam from a spotlight illuminated the throne。 Goaded on by the director's screamed instructions the crowd of nobility and high…ranking officers took positions before the throne。
〃He called them bowbs！〃 Bill gasped。 〃He'll be shot！〃
〃Are you ever stupid；〃 the gunner said； unreeling a length of flex from his right leg and plugging it into an outlet to recharge his batteries。 〃Those are all actors。 You think they can get real nobility for a thing like this？〃
〃We only got time to run through this once before the Emperor gets here； so no mistakes。〃 Director Ratt clambered up and settled himself on the throne。 〃I'll stand in for the Emp。 Now you principals； you got the easiest roles； and I don't want you to flub it。 We got no time for retakes。 You get into position there； that's the stuff； in a row； and when I say roll you snap to attention like you been taught or the taxpayers been wasting their money。 You there； the guy on the left that's built into the bird cage； keep your damn motors turned off； you're lousing。 up the soundtrack。 Grind gears once more and I'll pull all your fuses。 Affirm。 You just stay at attention until your name is called； take one pace forward； and snap into a brace。 The Emperor will pin a medal on you； salute； drop the salute； and take one pace back。 You got that； or is it too plicated for your tiny； indoctrinated minds？〃
〃Why don't you blow it out！〃 the sergeant snarled。
〃Very witty。 All right…let's run through it！〃
They rehearsed the ceremony twice before there was a tremendous braying of bugles； and six generals with deathray 。pistols at the ready double…timed onto the set and halted with their backs to the throne。 All of the extras； cameramen； and technicians…even Director Ratt…bowed low while the veterans snapped to attention。 The Emperor shuffled in； climbed the dais； and dropped into the throne。 〃Continue 。 。 。 〃 he said in a bored voice； and belched lightly behind his hand。
〃Let's ROLL！〃 the director howled at the top of his lungs； and staggered out of camera range。 Music rose up in a mighty wave； and the ceremony began。 While the Awards and Protocol officer read off the nature of the heroic deeds the noble heroes had acplished to win that noblest of all medals； the Purple Dart with Coalsack Nebula Cluster； the Emperor rose from his throne and strode majestically forward。 The infantry sergeant was first； and Bill watched out of
the corner of his eye while the Emperor took an ornate gold； silver； ruby； and platinum medal from the proferred case and pinned it to the man's chest。 Then the sergeant stepped back into position； and it was Bill's turn。 As from an immense distance he heard his name spoken in rolling tones of thunder； and he strode forward with every ounce of precision that he had been taught back at Camp Leon Trotsky。 There； just before him； was the most beloved man in the
galaxy！ The long and swollen nose that graced a billion banknotes was pointed toward him。 The overshot jaw and protruding teeth that filled a billion TV screens was speaking his name。 One of the imperial strabismic eyes was pointing at him！ Passion welled in Bill's bosom like great breakers thundering onto a shore。 He snapped his snappiest salute。
In fact he snapped just