Tomorrow or the next day man would hammer out a true world union, spurred by the thought of a retribution that would never come. Yet all that didn't matter. The important thing--the only important thing--was preserved. Mankind would have to unite for survival--or so men would think--and he would never disillusion them. For this was man's world, and men were again free to work out their own destiny for better or for worse, without interference, and without help. The golden dream was over. Man might fail, but if he did he would fail on his own terms. And if he succeeded--Matson looked up grimly at the shining sky.... Slowly he rose to his feet and descended to the raging street below. END * * * * *