 Why can't they transmit Umluana as planned?
Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Analog, January 1961. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. It's not so much the decisions a man does make that mark him as a Man—but the ones he refrains from making. Illustrated by Schoenherr Read locked the door and drew his pistol. Sergeant Rashid handed Premier Umluana the warrant. "We're from the UN Inspector Corps," Sergeant Rashid said. If Umluana noticed Read's gun, he didn't show it. Umluana was a small man with wrinkled brow, glasses and a mustache. "The Inspector General doesn't have the power to arrest a head of state—especially the Premier of Belderkan. "I don't think so," Umluana said. "No, if you kill me, all Africa will rise against the world. Umluana turned back to Rashid a second too soon. Kidnap. " Rashid judo chopped him and swung the inert body over his shoulders. Two men with rifles plunged into the gas; sighing, they fell to the floor in a catatonic trance. Bearing the Scourge of Africa, Rashid struggled toward it. A grenade arced from the bushes and the pursuers recoiled from the cloud that rose before them. "Well, Read, it looks like we're in for a fight. In a few minutes Miaka Station will know we're coming. But he had set his life on a well-oiled track and he couldn't get off until they reached Geneva. Two types of recruits are accepted by the UN Inspector Corps: those with a fanatic loyalty to the ideals of peace and world order, and those who are loyal to nothing but themselves. A tall, lanky Negro he had spent his school days in one of the drab suburbs that ring every prosperous American city. It was the home of factory workers, clerks, semiskilled technicians, all who do the drudge work of civilization and know they will never do more. Those who could have told him neither studied nor taught at his schools. What he saw on the concrete fields between the tall apartment houses marked the limits of life's possibilities. No one knew how many times he nearly ran from other clubs, how carefully he picked the safest spot on the battle line. Did you ever notice how our fathers look, how they sleep so much? Why, you stay here and go to trade school and in two years you'll be living just like me." "You could join the American Army," his mother said.
 The controls at the Belderkan Preserve have been destroyed.
 The controls at the Geneva receiving station have been destroyed.  The controls at the Miaka station have been destroyed.  The controls at the UN receiving station have been destroyed.  The controls at the Belderkan Preserve have been destroyed.