"Doesn't this sort of master-minding ever give you a God complex?" asked Mr. Hanford. "Not at all. Were I God, I'm sure I could arrange things a lot better." "In what way?" "By Man's own laws, we are prevented from doing active genetic research on the human race. We apply what happens to mice and fruit flies to the human family tree. We've known for centuries how to breed blue-eyed or brown-eyed people, or, if we wanted, we could make the race predominantly fat or thin, tall or short. However, our main aim is not the ultimate purity of any physical characteristic. Our goal is to produce a stable, happy people by eliminating the lethargic personality below and the excitable types above." The scholar thought for a moment, and then, remembering Bertram's error in forgetting to take his go-pills, said, "But we are blocked by law. I can prescribe medication and therapy, but I have no power to force the patient to take the treatment. This is a most difficult problem, believe me." "In what way?" asked Mrs. Harrison with some interest. "The lethargic types are very apt to forget, or to dismiss the medication or the therapy as too much trouble. The overactive type is more likely to be water skiing on Lake Superior than sitting and listening to the tranquilizing strains of prescribed music, and the medication dumped down the drain instead of taken." "You do have your problems, don't you?" said Mrs. Hanford sympathetically. "Ah, yes. But our greatest problem is the overactive young female. Young males can be siphoned off in one way or another--work to be done that, unfortunately, females, can't also do." Scholar Ross smiled at Mr. and Mrs. Harrison. "So we actually are grateful for the lethargic types. They provide us with a fine sobering influence upon the--" The scholar was interrupted by a wordless cry from beyond the French windows. * * * * * The Harrisons, the Hanfords, and Scholar Ross leaped to their feet and started for the terrace. They did not get all the way to the French doors, for Gloria Hanford came stamping in. Her eyes were bright, and she was dusting one palm with the other. "What--?" Gloria snapped, "Someone been feeding that oaf red meat?" "But what _happened_?" asked Mr. Harrison. "Oh, I could stand the big dummy acting as if he'd never been alone with a girl before in all his life. But to _ask_ me for a kiss!" "Is that what caused the eruption?" said Scholar Ross. "When he _asked_ me for a kiss, I told him that I was saving my kisses for a _man_!" "And then?" "Then he decided that I meant a man big enough to wrestle." Gloria laughed and then looked thoughtful. "What's so funny--and not so funny now?" "I just realized that _I like men_!" "But Bertram?"