"But why not live forever if you can?" I asked.
"It was quite apparent that if we lived forever the number of
children that could be permitted would be too small to result in
any considerable improvement of the race, and so we have refused
immortality in the interest of future generations and of all Amtor."
As we were finishing breakfast word was brought to Ero Shan directing
him to bring me before the examining board immediately; and a short
time later, with Herlak accompanying us, we entered Ero Shan's car and
drove down the Korgan Lat, or Avenue of Warriors, toward the Central
Laboratories that stand in the civic center of Havatoo.
Both Ero Shan and Herlak were unusually quiet and grave during the
drive, and I sensed that they anticipated that the worst was about to
befall me. Nor can I say that I was particularly blithe though the
least of my worries was occasioned by what lay in store for me; it was
Duare I was thinking of, Duare and Nalte.
The stately government buildings, the Sera Tartum or Central
Laboratories as they call them, looked very beautiful in the gorgeous
setting of Mankar Pol, the park that is named for the great last jong
of Havatoo, as we drove in and stopped before the building in which I
had been examined the day before.
We did not have to wait after we entered the building, but were
immediately ushered into the presence of the examining board. Their
grave faces portended bad news, and I prepared myself for the worst.
Through my mind raced plans for escape, but something told me that
these people did things so well and were so efficient that there would
be no escape from whatever fate they decreed for me.
Kantum Shogan, chief of the board, invited me to be seated; and I took
a chair facing the august five. Ero Shan sat at my right, Herlak at my
left.
"Carson Napier," commenced Kantum Shogan, "our examination of you
shows that you are not without merit. Physically you approach that
perfection toward which our race is constantly striving; intellectually
you are alert but ill trained--you have no culture. While that
might be remedied, I regret to advise you that you possess inherent
psychological faults that, if transmitted to progeny or allowed to
contaminate others through association with you, would work inestimable
wrong on future generations.
"You are the unfortunate victim of inherited repressions, complexes,
and fears. To a great extent you have risen above these destructive
characteristics but the chromosomes of your germ cells are replete
with these vicious genes, constituting a potential menace to
generations yet unborn.
"With deep regret, therefore, we, could but conclude that it would best
serve the interests of humanity were you destroyed."
"May I ask," I inquired, "by what right you elect to say whether or not
I shall live? I am not a citizen of Havatoo. I did not come to Havatoo
of my own free will. If--"
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