The aging little psychologist looked down at the captain's insignia on his sleeve and scowled.
"I know it's a lousy, fouled-up situation, commander," he said with evident irony. "You speak of discipline. Well, it's bad enough here on Mars, where a junior officer like you feels free to argue with a full captain like me, but out there with the fleet, discipline is now virtually nonexistent."
He looked up again and quickly added, "Oh, of course...
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