"We think it best to balance the mind's work with the mind's ability to play. You'll find that our fun and games are just as advanced as are our aims and our day's work. You'll not be doing anything childish, Wan Nes Stan." "Len Dor Vale, I eschewed a future long years ago. I gave up my right to wife and family. Women have little lure for me since all women per se look upon men as possible fathers for their children. Games have as their fundamental concept the desire to excel in the mind or the body as an exhibition of desirability to the female. I shall continue to work." "Then I'll be returning as soon as I can. Sorry, but it is necessary." "No resentment," smiled Wan Nes Stan affably. "I can get along." Len Dor Vale smiled at the governor-select and left. He went to his quarters, packed, and within the hour was on his way into the depths of space. * * * * * Two days later, he was given the "come-in" signal at a distant planet on the rim of the galaxy. He dropped his ship quickly and obediently and made his way with deference through the city. The Galactic waited until he was growing impatient before the attendant signaled him to enter the inner sanctum. "Before you enter ... Len Dor Vale, is it?... you have the rules?" "I have been here before," answered Len Dor Vale. "I have also reviewed the rules." "Good. Be not disturbed if any of your questions go unanswered. Students will not reveal anything of dangerous nature and will remain silent rather than give false answer." Len Dor Vale entered the apartment. "I seek advice and knowledge." "Ask." "Wan Nes Stan is about to take his next step." "I know." "I ask, will it be violent?" "There may be violence, but it will not be a major problem." "Can I prevent violence?" asked Len Dor Vale. "No." Len Dor Vale nodded. "He is a violent man. I see no reason why violence should be permitted." "Could you prevent it? You, admittedly, are psychologist number four among all the Galactics." "I am here asking your advice." "What is he doing now?" "Attempting to convert his machine to a device that will transfer knowledge from one brain to another. He desires that he gain the governor's place as soon as possible." "He wants the next step to come at once," mused the Student. "As his psychologist--and number four of all--I know when the next step will take place. I know, or can predict fairly well how Wan Nes Stan's next move will manifest itself. Were I of his mental caliber to five percent, I would block it!" "Along that road lies danger--cease following that thought!" "I shall, immediately."