Star quest

there in his id and his ego and his superego, even, all these years he has been suppressing the desires that were human and fostering the ones that were Mutie because the Mutie desires were the only ones he could satisfy. All those years, his ego has been building him up, telling him that he is more than a normal, better, happier, less prejudiced, more liberal, more talented. You want to change his id, turn it upside down, smash the old and slip in the new.
Oh, boy
! You want to tell him that all those human desires that were unsatisfiable are suddenly his again. You want to smash his ego by telling him that he was lying to himself, that being normal is better. You want to crush, mash, burn, and blow away the ashes of his life. And you can't see where it would mess him up."
    "I never thought—"
    She spun about, facing him with something akin to hatred in her eyes—but not quite. Nothing seemed to be quite anything anymore. "You never thought! You never added it up. And, Mr. Tohm, what makes you think we even want to be like you? What makes you think being normal is such a kick? We want equality, man, not conformity. We want a world where we don't have to hide in cellars like rats. We don't want to be humans, normals. We're different We aren't the same but, God, we aren't all ugly. Most, almost all of us are intriguing, not hideous. We're the new mythology for this world, Hero Tohm, but we aren't a mythology on paper. We live, breathe, walk about—fantasies in flesh. You should see some of those in the other hutches on this world and all the others—some of those who died under old Hazabob's hand. Beautiful. A phantasmagoria of wonderful creatures, beings hidden in the folds of creative imaginations for a million years—now stepping through the womb and popping up alive. They
are
better than normals."
    He grabbed her by the arm, swung her around. "All right. I grant all this. But why take it out on me?"
    "You wouldn't understand!" she hissed.
    "Everyone, goddamn it, says that I don't understand. But no one will explain it."
    "You
couldn't
understand it"
    "Shut up!"
    "You couldn't!"
    He slapped his hand across her face, stared at the red imprint it left. The smell of her was strong, sweet and somehow musky. When he plunged his lips against hers, he was not thinking so very much of what he was doing. Not very much at all. Frustration and confusion had mounted within him and found its form in this. She kissed back for a moment, then tore herself from him and ran back toward the hutch. From the main cavern, she called to him, "Supper will be almost ready. The men cooked it tonight It might not be good, but you had better hurry."
    And she was gone.

Chapter Ten
    "THE MABKET OF CONCUBINES," Corgi said, staring at him with eyes that perceived only fuzz patches and blips.
    "On the Street of the Pleasure Sellers."
    "Mapwise, what quadrant is that?" Babe asked.
    "Second."
    "Name the different merchant's platforms in the marketplace in the order in which they appear."
    Tohm strained back through the hypno-lessons, the drills of the afternoon. "Raddish, Fulmono, Kinger, Fadsteon, Frin, Rashinghi, Talaman, and Froste."
    "Very good," Corgi said. "Very good indeed."
    "All the platforms are owned by the same people— the Romaghin board of governors. There is no free trade in the slave market, though the board of governors wishes to convey that impression."
    "Where'd you get that?" Babe asked, puffing on his odorless cigar.
    "Reading on my own—some history books I pored through once."
    Corgi ran through his mental list of questions, which seemed to be endless. "How do you find the hutch in that quadrant if you need help or shelter?"
    "I go to the comfort station near the prison, take the third stall from the end, and depress a brick ten up from the floor and five in from the left partition."
    "Okay. I deem you prepared. Now, you will leave at dawn when the markets are preparing for the day. You will make your way to the Market of Concubines. I have contacted the Old Man and told him about you, and Hunk's plan. He agrees on Hunk's idea and on your being given a chance to find Tamilee. He is contacting all other groups and evacuating them to friendly but unarmed planets. We are scheduled to join a large Mutie group on Columbiad. We will put our plan into action then. I hope you understand what we want to do. We are going to create—that is not the proper word, but it will serve—a universe without warlike worlds. We hope to