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He had learned where there was food in the world, and where there was none. He had learned how to find it, to trap it, to stalk it, and kill it. He knew all he needed to know about the world, and all the animals in it. Now if you see people lose a leg, as I did once (rather, it had to be removed later) and a few months later theyve grown a new one, why not improve on the natural, or primitive, sexual organs? I am beginning to agree with an aunt of mine who, in an episode I won’t relate, told me there was no pleasure in sex; the sensation of pleasure was in the mind, not the organ or nerve. Well, what if you did get a better organ? If you’re not much of a chap anyway, it would do you no good unless it had a psychological improvement on your confidence. Yeah, Muller stated. Weve had this station here ever since the planet switched from Alpha to Beta—that’s close to a thousand years. We’ve been testing Floppers all that time. If the genes had been around back then, they’d’ve shown up in the first couple of centuries. They didn’t. The first flopper that showed up even halfway intelligent—don’t scowl like that, I’ve checked the records—was just forty years ago. And guess where he came from.” If I seem to be saying that the situation is just as confused one place as another—why, its only because that is what I mean to say. With the final criterion of authorship slipping out from under them, publishers, general reviewers, and the poor book salesmen have no way to tell their friends from SF.* * * * Now take the penny out, then feel in the pocket again. Are we? Yes, I suppose we are. I never take much notice, Ive been in the last thousand or so, dozens of times. "Sure. He said you sent him. Smart so and so. He rehulled a little yacht with the roboi-anamechaniakatasthysiser, just to show me what he could do. If I knew a few more people who could handle them that well, Id go all roboi. Hes not worth a damn with a waldo, but as long as he's got that little green light in front of him, he's fine." All but one or two in a million, and those are mostly for health or mixed-sex reasons. They are approved by the R. M. A. and every major health, legal and educational authority in the country. Virtually all religious denominations have welcomed them. But you refuse. Carsons Hill comes into the yarn I have to tell—in a way is responsible. Sooner or later almost every young tenderfoot finds it, and in his mind it is linked with anguish, bitterness, emotional violence, suppressed fury. I walked toward the hangar door picturing some kid lugging around a six-by-six plastic cage. But the sick man curls his sick lip: oh, git, kid, git, will you?—that has nothing to do with the sea. So you git. Stalin died. Well, no. I left him unconscious. I raised the slavehand because it was about to scrape the cement. Why, when that first party of big game hunters came to Libo, why didnt the goonies run away and hide, or fight back? Why did they instantly, immediately, almost seem to say, You want us to die, Man? For you we will do it gladly! Didn’t they have any sense of survival at all? How could a species survive if it lacked that sense? At the point where I re-entered their ionosphere, the dear curves of Our being— which they term body, and I must not forget to call 'my' — nearly reversed themselves, but thanks to the extreme elasticity of our mental curvature, these held. Shortly after, I entered that condition, common enough among us, which however sounds so regrettably silly in their language — and is indeed almost impossible to gauge in one where theamount of things so consistently takes precedence over theirunanimity. There's no help for it. I became more Here than There. From then on it was easier; they tell me that things done for the second time here usually are. A 'second time' is one facet of their concept of two-ness that I had no trouble with, a kindly sign that the curves of our not quite cognate worlds do somewhere intersect. As I crossed, the far, reddish spectrum of Out There faded, gradually receded, whelmed by the increasing blue ozone of Right Here. From twenty thousand up, the daily height of their own traffic, once again their planet looked as extraordinary as any planet of the universe must look to the resident of another, up that close. Yes, I had done this before, experiencing no difficulty with their numerical progressions, and almost none with their time-sequences. It is only the two-ness of people that still gives me unutterable pause. In Bucks, I was told that monotheists here suffer almost the same tension over the many-goddedness which with us is so restful, all Our people being One. Scorched his mustache, too, he replied. He stepped to the wall, and inspected the scribbles his son had made. Does dots, a long squiggle, and four curved lines have any particular significance to you?”.
