I know that Marvor is not right, because I know the most important thing: it is the dead. For me Dara is most important, and I remember Puna, who is dead in the fighting: the rest does not matter. I say this now, knowing that the talk-machine hears me and that the Confederation hears me. I say: "Can freedom make me feel happy?" Marvor looks more like a master. "Freedom is good," he says. "And yet Dara is dead," I say. "And others are dead. How do I feel happy when I know this?" "In freedom," Marvor tells us, "Dara would be safe, and the others." "Yet it is freedom that kills them," I say. Marvor says: "Not freedom but the war. The fight against our masters here, the old masters, to make them give us freedom." I say: "Do not our old masters have freedom?" "They do," Marvor says, "now." This puzzles me. I say: "But they have freedom at all times. They have what they want, and if freedom is a good, and they want it, then they have it." Marvor says: "It is true. They have freedom for themselves." "Yet these other masters tell them what to do," I say, "and fight them to make them do it. This is not the freedom you tell of." Marvor says: "There is a difference." I do not see this difference, and he can not tell it to me though he tries hard. But I think maybe the new masters can tell me what it is. Marvor is going to what they call a school and I also go. This is a place where masters tell things, and we must remember them. Remembering is not hard, but we must think also, and do work. It is not enough to ask a question and find an answer. It is necessary to find our own answers. A master asks us to count, and then to do things with the numbers we use in our counting. This is called arithmetic. We must do things with the numbers every day, and if we do not the masters are not happy with us. This arithmetic is hard: it is all new. Yet if I do it right I do not find more food or a better place or any thing I want. I do not see what is the use of this arithmetic. But the use does not matter. The master tells me a use. He says arithmetic and all of the things in the school raise the cultural level. I do not know what a cultural level is or if it is good to be raised. The masters do not care whether I know this. They make me do what they want me to do. And it is not simple like pushing buttons and watching a machine. It is not simple like all the things I do since I am small Cadnan. It is hard, very hard, and all the time it is more hard. Every day there is a school. Every day there is hard work. Marvor says that freedom means doing for yourself what you want and deciding right and wrong. I say freedom is bad because the masters know right and wrong and we do not. Others say with me: there are some who know the old truths and think it is better when we, too, can understand right and wrong.