People who couldn't live without story had been driven into the concents or into jobs like Yul's. The Powers That Be would not suffer others to be in stories of their own unless they were fake stories that had been made up to motivate them. If their employees came home at day's end with interesting stories to tell, it meant that something had gone wrong: a blackout, a strike, a spree killing. The people who'd made the system thus were jealous, not of money and not of power but of story. But it would be easy to see a will at work behind this: not exactly an evil will, but a selfish will. That was how it had to be it was how you got a productive economy. All of the story had been bled out of their lives. Thousands of years ago, the work that people did had been broken down into jobs that were the same every day, in organizations where people were interchangeable parts. “So I looked with fascination at those people in their mobes, and tried to fathom what it would be like.
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