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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION mechanism had caused him to do so, in order to test what - he thought was an honest, unbiased mind. “Yes, without me—barring accidents,” he admitted. He was silent for a moment, drawing on his cigarette, his dark brown eyes fixed on the face of the other. This man, one of the millions who back through time had been bound in sincerity by the oath of Hippocrates, he owed him something ... some ex- planation. “You asked for this, Mark,” he said, at length. *“Maybe it will clear up some of your problems and make your job easier . .. maybe not. At all events it’s not pretty, but I think you are big enough to take it. “You know the way Gold- farb works. For the past thirty years his labs have been turning out androids for space, hundreds, thousands of synthetic beings, who are a little less and in some ways a little more than human be- ings. But don’t get the idea that they are turned out on a conveyor belt like sausages— each new team is the result of 28 experience with earlier models and continued research. The Granellas, for example, are the peak of perfection in android development to date . . . maybe for all time. “Although he is using a simplified cellular structure, Goldfarb has not entirely abandoned the concept with which he originally started his work—that of a truly synthetic man. Hence a great deal of his research has been devoted to the human body and its reactions te space travel. The new techniques he and his research team have developed enabled them to probe deeper into the field of human genetics, for instance, than anyone ever has before.” Admans was sitting on the edge of his chair. ““What are you getting at, man? For God’s sake get to the point!”’ *“‘Humour me, Mark. I’m trying to think of a way to make it more _ palatable,” said Mayo. “Goldfarb, des- pite all the ignorant propa- ganda that has been levelled against him, is a lover of his fellow men, remember that. Individual humans have spent very little time in space. The conniclooolkks.Ccom