 What was Peter's occupation?
I do not think it was what Peter called an emotion; and yet it had nothing to do with logic, either. It was just an emptiness—a void that could not be filled by eating or drinking. I did not even wish that Peter were not dead, for reason had told me that he had to die. Out there, away from the muffling, distorting, damnable blanket of atmosphere, away from Earth's inexorable gravitational pull, would be a laboratory such as man had never seen. "The peoples of the world, then, know what they are, and know that we face the most momentous struggle in our history. They have treated us precisely as we, in less enlightened days, might have treated a newly-discovered race of lower animals. "I have no fear that the people of Earth will fail to meet this challenge, for there is no alternative. Not only our individual lives are threatened, but our existence as a race. Peter sank back in his chair, the full shock of it striking him for the first time. " Peter took it in fifteen seconds, running, and stumbled to a halt in front of the door marked "Radiation." It was a street scene in the Science City of Manhattan, flooded by the warm spring sunshine. Down on the lowest level, visible past the transport and passenger tubes, the parks and moving ways should have been dotted with colorful, holiday crowds. This isn't like a war, where the noncombatants' morale has to be kept up.
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