Dianne hesitated a moment and then leaning forward, gave certain directions to the machinot, who flew rapidly down Long Island. “It is a dangerous thing I am doing,” she said frowning. “Dangerous perhaps for both of us. It will make Acquilla my enemy for life, but since you ask, my darling, I can’t refuse.” “I know you have carried your subordination of my sex to the extent of shutting them out of all public life. Do you also bring them up in ignorance, that they have forgotten what they once were?” I asked indignantly. “Oh no, it is only the personal contact and the public appearance that is eliminated. They go to school and college--a television college, of course. For those who have a natural talent the higher education is open. But few avail themselves of the privilege. You will find, dear, a great change in your fellow men. You must be prepared.” “But what do they do?” “Of course males are primarily developed as breeders, naturally.” “So they are segregated--in some sort of glorified seraglios, I suppose.” “Segregated of course, but really, Jack dear, they are quite happy with their existence and everything is done for their physical comforts.” “So that is the level to which they have sunk,” I said oppressed by the prospect. “I realize now,” said Dianne, gazing at me with undisguised admiration, “how changed men will seem to you. But if you find any trace of dissatisfaction, it will be I who will be surprised. Look over there. We are approaching the first of the Clubs.” “Clubs? Is that what you call these prisons?” I exclaimed, perceiving an immense park surrounded by high walls. “Oh, the walls. They are really to protect the men.” We flew over the enclosure which was an immense tract about the size of lower Manhattan with a dozen golf courses and two stadiums, in one of which I observed the familiar sight of a gridiron with a football match in progress. “Couldn’t we see the game?” I said eagerly, thrilling with the memories of my college enthusiasms. “No. Impossible. Women are barred from the Clubs by an ancient tradition. But we can stop and watch for a while.” The aeromat sank to a distance of five hundred feet above the ground and remained poised by some gyroscopic device. Dianne handed me a telescopic helmet which not only brought the whole scene to my eyes in the minutest detail, but recorded the slightest sounds. “But these are women!” I exclaimed after one quick glance around at the brightly colored togas which crowded the auditorium. “It is the colors that confuse you.” “But they have long hair.” “Men again.” I looked closer and observed that on one side of the arena the entire section was occupied by men dressed in black. When I inquired of Dianne she said: