A raggedly dressed man was standing beside him. “Here,” the man said and handed Collins a pick.
“What’s this?”
“This is a pick,” the man said patiently. “And over there is a quarry, where you and I and a number of others will cut marble.”
“Marble?”
“Sure. There’s always some idiot who wants a palace,” the man said with a wry grin. “You can call me Jang. We’ll be together for some time.”
Collins blinked stupidly. “How long?”
“You work it out,” Jang said. “The rate is fifty credits a month until your debt is paid off.”
The pick dropped from Collins’s hand. They couldn’t do this to him! The Utilization Corporation must realise its mistake by now! They had been at fault, letting the machine slip into the past. Didn’t they realise that?
“It’s all a mistake!” Collins said.
“No mistake,” Jang said. “They’re very short of labour. Have to go recruiting all over for it. Come on. After the first thousand years you won’t mind it.”
Collins started to follow Jang towards the quarry. He stopped.
“The first thousand years? I won’t live that long!”
“Sure you will,” Jang assured him. “You got immortality, didn’t you?”
Yes, he had. He had wished for it, just before they took back the machine. Or had they taken back the machine after he wished for it?
Collins remembered something. Strange, but he didn’t remember seeing immortality on the bill Flign had shown him.
“How much did they charge me for immortality?” he asked.
Jang looked at him and laughed. “Don’t be naïve, pal. You should have it figured out by now.”
He led Collins towards the quarry. “Naturally, they give that away for nothing.”