"I was so sorry I did not have one when you came. I ordered one, but they have to be made as there are not many in use. Now it has come, I can tell you. There is something you could not understand." "There's a lot of things you could tell me, that's a fact. It's so puzzling. They take me for granted. No excitement...." "That is because of prevision." Steve started. A shiver went through him, or was it a pulse of delight at the sudden knowledge of what was to come? "Prevision?" asked Steve, though he suddenly realized he knew the answer. "After the change, people came to know by experience that they could foresee the future, when they willed to see ahead. When you came, I knew what would come to pass." "Because they know what's coming, they didn't get excited?" Steve asked, his eyes on her sweet perfection, on her hands, setting the flowers straight in the bowl again, then going back to her eternal knitting. "That's why we seem like robots to you. Robots don't have to think about what's coming next. They know. They know because they are machines. We know ahead, too, not because it's built in us, but because we can deduce precisely how things are going to turn out. The penalty of increased mental activity ... see?" Her voice was gentle, but there was awareness of something in it, something he ought to understand, something she couldn't say. * * * * * Suddenly Steve saw it and sat up straight, his heart doing flip-flops. He could hear his voice and his augmented thought shouting together--"There's no man! You're alone here!" Her smile was heavenly, something like music that touched him inside. "Now you know," she said, and held up the tiny garment she had just completed. "It's for our first one." Steve leaned back, his worriment smoothing out into a strange beautiful prevision of their life, going on and on here.... He couldn't seem to get excited about Earth any longer. All the dreams of going back seemed to be dissolving in a warm flood of knowing--_he wasn't going back_! "This prevision can be fun," mused Steve, looking into her eyes. "You knew...." "I knew when your ship sounded overhead! It added up, because ... I don't know. When I saw you, then I saw the prevision had not been wishful thinking. It was you, the same man I saw ahead. So I began making the things...." "Why didn't you tell me?" Steve asked. "It wasn't that way. You had to go and see the city, undergo the change, want to come back. If you hadn't wanted to come back, why then I had made a mistake. But you came back, so ... but I knew all the time." "I knew too, but ... there was your knitting. I thought you must have a mate, that he must be away." "In the flesh state, people have prevision, but it isn't as accurate. Ours is usually accurate. Just a new faculty. One of several new faculties." "I suppose they will treat me?" Steve asked, but he knew.