"No. We were so busy trying to build another Red Spot that we never did get to Jupiter's satellites. Oh, it was partly a matter of appropriations, too. The budget commission kept explaining to us that there was only so much money and that we'd better show a profit on what we had before we put in a request to go tooling off to colonize some new place. I guess the 'Medeans first came when you were about ten?" "Eleven," the younger man said. "They scouted our colonies and came directly to Earth. They took right over and colonized _us_." A 'Medean overseer climbed the hill effortlessly. He was tall and tentacled and the breathing apparatus over his head gave him the appearance of a mechanical man. "_Kigh-kigh pinis_," the 'Medean said. "_You two-fella all-same chat-chat too-much. B'phava b'long work he-stop 'long orchard pick-im apple._" The two men stood up and obediently walked down the hill toward the apple orchard. "Why does he have to talk to us in that pidgin?" the young man asked. "They all speak English as well as you and me. It's insulting." "That's why they do it, I think," said Boynton, the former commissioner of colonies. "They're so much better at colonizing than we were that I guess they feel they have a right to rub it in." The 'Medean had overheard them. "Damn right," he said.