 What is one potential moral to this story?
And once it grows, someone with a tyrant mind is going to try to use it as a weapon if he can— [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Astounding Science-Fiction April 1942. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] Out here, alone, he let his only known emotion sweep through him, pride. As head of the Venus Consolidated Research Organization, he was in large part responsible for the prosperity of this vigorous, young world. True, there had been others, pioneers, before the company came, who objected to the expansion of the monopolistic control. But, if they could not realize that the company's regime served the best interests of the planet, they would just have to suffer the consequences of their own ignorance. Anything involving executions had to be referred to the Interplanetary Council on Earth. This walk was part of a regular routine of physical exercise that kept his body hard and resilient in spite of long hours spent in the laboratory. He was making that walk in precisely seven minutes, four and four-fifths seconds. He swore some more and grabbed a towel, wrapping it inadequately around him; it didn't quite meet astern. "What the devil—" He stopped abruptly at the sight of a policeman's uniform. Through the open door of his bedroom he could see his bed neatly turned down as it should be, but the outline under the counterpane and the luxuriant mass of platinum-blond hair on the pillow was certainly no part of his regular routine. Pete Brent's joking words flashed back to him. I don't see anything funny, unless it's you and that suggestive towel. Brian slowly acquired a complexion suitable for painting fire plugs. The snug, zippered overall suit she wore did nothing to conceal the fact that she was a female. He struggled out of the bath, wrapped his damp bathrobe clammily around him and marched to the door with a seething fury of righteous anger burning within him. Four police constables and a sergeant swarmed into the room, shoving him away from the door. "Wherethehell's who?" "Quit stallin', bud. That was just ... "She ... why ... why ... she left, of course. If sending that damn blonde to my apartment and getting me arrested is your idea of a joke—" "But, my gosh, I didn't send anybody, chief. Police have been after her for months; she's a rebel and she's sure been raising plenty of hell around here.
 Sometimes your worldviews might be wrong at first, but what matters is that you change your actions and views according to the information you have.
 It's good to take risks and expose yourself to the world every once in a while.  Often individuals are corrupt, and conceal their corruption well.  Sometimes your worldviews might be wrong at first, but what matters is that you change your actions and views according to the information you have.  Adventure is a fun and worthwhile endeavor.