"Wrong," said Charalas. "They are of a high order of intelligence. It is their knowledge that is low. They have the capability. Yet, Elanane, we have the fundamental law of the survival of the fittest. In warring upon Mars, weapons and sciences are unloosed which out-strip the advances made in medicine. Nothing is said against Terra for fighting against Mars. They are traditional enemies. "To return to the denizens of Titan. These semi-intelligent natives are like swine wearing diamonds. They evolved in a society in which they had no native enemy. They were not forced to become intelligent in order to live--if they had but one single enemy, they would have evolved into first-rate civilization ages ago. There has been no forward step on Titan for ten thousand Terran years. They will never make an advance. Even if offered the sciences of the inner system, they would shrug them off and revert back to their semi-savagery." "I've been told that three generations of schooling would make them suitable allies for Terra," objected Guy. Charalas shook his head. "Wrong. Mankind on Terra rose because he was ambitious--he still is. Titan is not ambitious and never will be. They have no reason to work, and will not. Terrans--and early Ertinians--fought their way upward because they had to in order to live. Therefore, Elanane, the Titanians fall under the classification of those whose lives are only to support intelligence." "Um," said Guy. "Then Terra is not the black race they've been painted?" "Not by a jugful. Nothing was said of downtrodden races of the past--why balk at downtrodden races of the present?" "But they should help--" "Helping anyone is possible only when they want to be helped. The Titanians are not even grateful for the comforts given to them by Terra." "Comforts?" sneered Guy. "The comfort of being vivisected?" * * * * * "Terra is not a vampire race," smiled Charalas. "Terra tried to raise their level and failed because of their lassitude. They didn't give a hoot. Terra tried to conduct their experiments on a gentle basis; small experiments such as testing vaccines and antibodies--all, mind, on Titanians who were ill. They had no chance of danger, and a good chance of living. Titan had nothing to lose; either the vaccines would work and save the victim, or would not work and the victim would receive the best care possible anyway. Terra offered to pay royally. Titan didn't even care for that. They didn't care for payment; didn't care for comfort; didn't care that some of their members died. "And," added Charalas pointedly, "they do not care now, when Terra uses a few of them for medical purposes." "How many?" "There are one hundred million Titanians. Terra takes perhaps one thousand per year. And a goodly portion of these are ill already. Terra developed their limb-grafting method out of them, and that alone is worth their trouble." "That puts a new face on it," said Guy.