Early in the fall Alfred was up and able to come to the factory dining hall. He hadn't got his new arm yet, but his leg worked fine and he seemed to have no trouble at all with his breathing. His hair was iron gray, but he was still handsome, his features unwrinkled. He wore two ribbons, was shown deference by high ranking officers, and at times went away on mysterious errands. Three men came while he was away and handed her a paper. It read merely: "Presence required at Nether Polaris." She asked questions, but the men shook their heads, seemed impatient, urged her to hurry. She went with them in a groundcar to a blackened plain. Memories rushed back and brought terror, but they paid no attention, led her to an atmosphere craft. They flew high above the clouds for hours, and when they came down and broke into the clear she could see nothing but endless reaches of gleaming white. The positions of the stars told her she was somewhere near the North Pole. The craft landed near a dome which gleamed like the remainder of the expanse. They bundled her in thick heavy furs, hurried her across the snow to the dome, then removed the wraps. It was like summer inside the dome, and she went with the men to a shaft and got into a car which carried them miles down through the frozen ocean and into the earth. When the car stopped and they came out she held her breath. The place looked like a beautiful painting of a sparkling city that had never known war. The final surprise sent tremors through her. They told her she was going before the Supreme Council. In a large plastic hall she stood before the twelve and an array of advisers. Not a one looked more than forty, but the hair of most was white and in their eyes was that look that told her they had been out in the void. "Wilson Wildress Rover Alfred?" a man inquired. Sue admitted that was her name. "An idea you have suggested may be of great value. We have brought you here to discuss it further." She was dumbfounded. "It seems that you may have found an answer to cellular breakdown which brings on age. Will you give us your impression of why men die?" She groped for words. "They just grow tired," she said. "I asked the doctor at Recovery why men die. He said that medical science had not found the answer. He said that the body was able to reproduce every cell of itself and did that many times during one lifetime. But eventually men grow tired and die." "And what was it that you concluded made them tired?" "Gravity," Sue said simply. "That constant pull we fight against. It--" "Wait!" There were hurried movements. A comfortable couch was pushed forward. "Will you please relax, Mrs. Wilson? We have your complete record. We know exactly how you've worked." Sue shook her head. "I'll still be tired, no matter how much I relax. Gravity still goes on, pulling us down. One day I'll die, not because I'm old, but because I'm tired."