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Conditionally Human
Conditionally Human
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They were such cute synthetic creatures, it was impossible not to love them. Of course, that was precisely why they were dangerous!
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    Conditionally Human - Walter M. Miller

    Conditionally Human

    By Walter M. Miller, Jr.

    Start Publishing LLC

    Copyright © 2015 by Start Publishing LLC

    All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.

    First Start Publishing eBook edition July 2015

    Start Publishing is a registered trademark of Start Publishing LLC

    Manufactured in the United States of America

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    ISBN 13: 978-1-68299-696-6

    Conditionally Human

    By Walter M. Miller, Jr.

    They were such cute synthetic creatures, it was impossible not to love them. Of course, that was precisely why they were dangerous!

    There was no use hanging around after breakfast. His wife was in a hurt mood, and he could neither endure the hurt nor remove it. He put on his coat in the kitchen and stood for a moment with his hat in his hands. His wife was still at the table, absently fingering the handle of her cup and staring fixedly out the window at the kennels behind the house. He moved quietly up behind her and touched her silk-clad shoulder. The shoulder shivered away from him, and her dark hair swung shiningly as she shuddered. He drew his hand back and his bewildered face went slack and miserable.

    Honeymoon’s over, huh?

    She said nothing, but shrugged faintly.

    You knew I worked for the F.B.A., he said. You knew I’d have charge of a district pound. You knew it before we got married.

    I didn’t know you killed them, she said venomously.

    I won’t have to kill many. Besides, they’re only animals.

    "Intelligent animals!"

    Intelligent as a human imbecile, maybe.

    A small child is an imbecile. Would you kill a small child?

    You’re taking intelligence as the only criterion of humanity, he protested hopelessly, knowing that a logical defense was useless against sentimentality. Baby—

    "Don’t call me baby! Call them baby!"

    Norris backed a few steps toward the door. Against his better judgment, he spoke again. "Anne honey, look! Think of the good things about the job. Sure, everything has its ugly angles. But think—we get this house rent-free; I’ve got my own district with no bosses around; I make my own hours; you’ll meet lots of people that stop in at the pound. It’s a fine job, honey!"

    She sipped her coffee and appeared to be listening, so he went on.

    "And what can I do? You know how the Federation handles employment. They looked over my aptitude tests and sent me to Bio-Administration. If I don’t want to follow my aptitudes, the only choice is common labor. That’s the law."

    I suppose you have an aptitude for killing babies? she said sweetly.

    Norris withered. His voice went desperate. "They assigned me to it because I liked babies. And because I have a B.S. in biology and an aptitude for dealing with people. Can’t you understand? Destroying unclaimed units is the smallest part of it. Honey, before the evolvotron, before Anthropos went into the mutant-animal business, people used to elect dogcatchers. Think of it that way—I’m just a dogcatcher."

    Her cool green eyes turned slowly to meet his gaze. Her face was delicately cut from cold marble. She was a small woman, slender and fragile, but her quiet contempt made her loom.

    He backed closer to the door.

    Well, I’ve got to get on the job. He put on his hat and picked at a splinter on the door. He frowned studiously at the splinter. I—I’ll see you tonight. He ripped the splinter loose when it became obvious that she didn’t want to be kissed.

    He grunted a nervous

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