"I'd better dress, then," said Gerd. "Complete with all the trimmings. Toni Atkins would be horrified at the idea of dining without the males all girded and braced in full formal dress." "Once dinner is over, you'll enjoy them." "I always do," said Gerd. "They're both interesting people. Save for her ideas of propriety." Gaya pushed him in the direction of the dressing room. "I do, too," she called after him with malicious pleasure. "And remember, that I'm just as they are--and not above them at all." "I might be able to get the legislature to pass laws against women," returned Gerd thoughtfully. "The result might be quite devastating," said Gaya. The answer came back through the closing door. It was a cheerful laugh, and: "Yes, wouldn't it?" * * * * * Andrew Tremaine jerked the paper from the electrotyper and pressed two buzzers simultaneously. The answer to one came immediately: "Yes?" "Tell Jackson that the editorial page is complete and that he should get the revised copy set up." "Yes, Mr. Tremaine. It's on the way." "Should be coming out of his typer now." "I'll call him." The door opened, and the answer to buzzer number two entered. He was a tall, thin, pale-looking man with stooped shoulders and thick glasses. He came in and seated himself before Andrew's desk and waited in silence until the editor spoke. "Gene, how many fields in psychology have you covered?" The other shook his head. "Since I came to work for you, only one. Applied psychology, or the art of finding out what people want to be told and then telling them." "That's soft-soapism." "You name it," grinned the thin man. "You asked for it. Oh, we've carried the burning torch often enough--that's the other psychology. Finding out what people think is good for them and crying against it." "Or both." "Or both," smiled Gene. "This is a crazy business, sometimes. I'm on another branch again, Gene. How much of the human brain is used?" "Less than ten percent." "Right. What would happen if the whole brain were used? "Andy, what kind of a card file would you need to do the following: One: locate from a mention the complete account of a complex experience; two: do it almost instantly, and three: compile the data in five dimensions?" "Five dim--? Are you kidding?" "Not at all. Each of the five senses are essentially different and will require separate cards to make the picture complete. A rose smell, for instance, would be meaningless alone--you must classify it. The same card would not fit for all rose-smelling memories since some are strong, some are weak, some are mixed with other minor odors, and so forth. Do you follow?" "Yes, but aren't we getting off the track?" "Not at all. If your mind can run through ten to the fiftieth power experiences in five mediums and come up with the proper, correlated accounts, all in a matter of seconds--think what the same mind might be able to do if presented with a lesser problem."