Ted Kendall waited with thinly-concealed impatience in the unheated outer office of Mars' branch of Space Service, cursing the red tape that kept him anchored on this cold, miserable pebble of a planet. "We'll have that analysis in just a moment, Pilot Kendall," came the voice from the inner office. "Please be patient." "I'll try," Kendall growled bitterly. Actually, he thought, it was his own fault. A spacepilot had to have a reflex checkup every six months, to determine whether or not he was s