k from his desk, watching Dan Fowler's face. "Then in
1992 Nimrock tried it on a man, and almost got himself hanged because
the man died. That was a hundred and forty-two years ago. And then
while he was still on trial, his workers completed the second job, and
the man _lived_, and oh, how the jig changed for Nimrock!"

The doctor shrugged. As he talked, Dan Fowler sat silent, chewing his
cigar furiously. But listening--he was listening, all right. "Well, it
was crude, then," Moss said. "It's not so crude any more." He pointed
to a large bronze plaque hanging on the office wall. "You've seen that
before. Read it."

Dan Fowler's eyes went up to the plaque. A list of names. At the top
words said, "_These ten gave life to Mankind._"

Below it were the names:

Martin Aronson, Ph. D.
Education

Thomas Bevalaqua
Literature and Art

Chauncy Devlin
Music

Frederick A. Kehler, M. S.
Engineering

William B. Morse, L. L. D.
Law

Rev. Hugh H. F. Norton
Philosophy and Theology

Jacob Prowsnitz, Ph. D.
History

Arthur L. Rodgers, M. D.
Medicine

Carlotta Sokol, Ph. D.
Sociopsychology

Harvey Tatum
Business

"I know," said Dan Fowler. "June 1st, 2005. They were volunteers."

"Ten out of several dozen volunteers," Moss amended. "Those ten were
chosen by lot. Already people were dreaming of what sub-total
prosthesis could do. It could preserve the great minds, it could
compound the accumulated wisdom of one lifetime with another
lifetime--and maybe more. Those ten people--representing ten great
fields of study--risked their lives. Not to live forever--just to see
if rejuvenation could really preserve their minds in newly built
bodies. All of them were old, older than you are, Senator, some were
sicker than you, and all of them were afraid. But seven of the ten are
_still alive today_, a hundred and thirty years later. Rodgers died in
a jet crash. Tatum died of neuro-toxic virus, because we couldn't do
anything to rebuild neurones in those days. Bevalaqua suicided. The
rest are still alive, after two more rejuvenations."

"Fine," said Dan Fowler. "I still can't do it now."

"That was just ten people," Moss cut in. "It took five years to get
ready for them. But now we can do five hundred a year--only five
hundred select individuals, to live on instead of dying. And you've
got the gall to sit there and tell me you don't have the time for it!"

* * * * *

The old man rose slo