 What does the encounter with Guy and Em tell the reader about the narrator?
Yet I had always been so sure I could create them that I had been calling them volplas for ten years. Again in the laboratory, I entered the metabolic accelerator and withdrew the intravenous needles from my first volplas. The accelerator had forced them almost to adulthood in less than a month. It would be several hours before they would begin to move, to learn to feed and play, perhaps to learn to fly. I flipped a hamburger and a slice of onion onto a plate and picked up the ketchup and said, "I've reached the dangerous age." I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth and said aloud, "Yes, sir, the dangerous age. I kissed her until I heard rollerskates coming across the terrace from one direction and a horse galloping toward the terrace from the other direction. I've only had the feeling once before in a small way, but I've always...." Outside this little town, I found a litter of flat stones that had young black-snakes under each slab. I filled a pail with them and took them into town and dumped them on the walk in front of the movie just as Theda Bara's matinee let out. I learned how great it can be to stand around quietly and watch people encounter the surprise that you have prepared for them." Except for the face, chest and belly, they were covered with a soft, almost golden down. The cranium was in the same proportion to the body as it is in the human. As they swept out and forward, the lateral skin that had, till now, hung in resting folds was tightened in a golden plane that stretched from the tip of the spar to his waist and continued four inches wide down his legs to where it anchored at the little toe. By four o'clock that afternoon, I was feeding them solid food and, with the spars closed, they were holding little cups and drinking water from them in a most humanlike way. I was kneeling on the mattress, cuffing and roughing the male as one might a puppy dog, when one of the females playfully climbed up my back. As I walked into the kitchen, giddy with this enormous joke, my wife said, "Guy and Em are flying up for dinner. It pulled Guy up to Cloud Nine and he wants to celebrate." I would teach them legends: that they had come from the stars, that they had subsequently watched the first red men and then the first white men enter these hills.
 The narrator is so immersed in his own experiment that he loses sight of his peers' significant accomplishments.
 The narrator is more of an original prankster than a scientist.  The narrator does not understand the implications that launching Rocket Charlie will have on science.  The narrator intends to deter rather than advance science.  The narrator is so immersed in his own experiment that he loses sight of his peers' significant accomplishments.