Then, after only four months, the war suddenly stopped. It seemed that the aliens' weapons, despite their undeniable mysteriousness, were not equal to ours. And they had the added disadvantage of being light-years away from home base. So the remnant of their fleet took off and blew itself up just outside of Mars, which we understood to be the equivalent of unconditional surrender. And it was; we never heard from the Centaurians again. Peace once more. I had a little mopping up to do at the hospital; then I collected my possessions and went back home after a dignitary--only the Vice President this time--had thanked me on behalf of a grateful country. I wasn't needed any more. * * * * * For a while, I was glad to be back home. I was a celebrity. People dropped in from all around to see me and talk to me. And my family, basking in the reflection of glory, was nice to me ... for a while. "I don't have any trouble making appointments with any firm," my father boasted, "when I tell 'em I'm the father of Kevin Faraday." Mother smiled approvingly--Tim, a little sadly. He was the only one who didn't seem pleased by what had happened to me, even though he'd prophesied it. Sylvia slipped her arm through mine. "The agency wondered whether you wouldn't give them a testimonial for Panacetic Pills, Kev," she said, squeezing my arm. "They'd pay a lot, and the rest of the family sure could use the money if you're too high-minded to accept it." "I couldn't do a thing like that, Sylvia. It wouldn't be ethical." "Why wouldn't it be?" She dropped my arm. "The pills couldn't possibly hurt anybody. Maybe take a little business away from Mother, but Mother doesn't mind, do you, dear?" Mother frowned. "But people would think the pills had my healing powers," I explained. "I would be breaking faith with myself if I shilled for them." Sylvia snorted. "Breaking faith with himself. Look who's talking!" "Sylvia," my mother said. "Please." But Sylvia went on--she was in an overwrought state because her guy hadn't called her, though that was no reason to take it out on me. "Who needs healing power now? The machines can cope with all peacetime ailments. Better take your loot while the getting's good, Kev." "Nevertheless, Kevin is right, Sylvia," my mother said. "He mustn't prostitute his talent." "And we don't actually need the money the testimonial could bring in, no matter how much it is," my father said a little wistfully. "I can support my family." Tim sighed.