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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION “It’s our fault, too,” said Tiger. “If we had thought far enough, we would have re- alised that the women wouldn’t get through with their emo- tions. We should have brought in other women to work on with the torkle. Then the Teams would have gotten through as a unit.”’ “Too late now,’ I said. “But, luckily, we can rectify the mistake. Agape is the missing damper; now that you know it, you will not forget 1 ig “It makes you see things in quite a different light,” said Alisoun. “But how are we going to change ail/ the New Men and permanently?” “You were close to the answer yourself a moment ago. You told me that I was able to give you something that your friends and the members of your court were not able to give you. So I say: first publish the facts. Put the record on the air so that 42 everybody will know what you are talking about. Second, allow marriages between Old Men and New Men. The Old will gladly receive of the New and give of themselves in return. The next generation will then inherit the missing emotions, and their intuitive faculties will be none the worse for it. Thirdly, make a law effective immediately, designating once more the family as the unit. Man, wife and children. That will stabi- lise the present generation.” Alisoun pursed her lips and nodded thoughtfully. “And, fourthly, that I, as the Diano- trix of the Central Union, should set an example. I can count on your co-operation, can’t 1?’ She may have blushed. At any rate the aide, a New Man who usually held him- self rather aloof, slapped me heartily on the back and said: “Let me be the first to congratulate you, my friend.” comicloooks.com