into it, _they'd_ get
there, too--alive. Starship Project is completed, it's been completed
for ten years now, but do you know what happened to these blueprints,
the originals? They were studied. They were improvements. They almost
had the ship built, and then they took it apart again."

"But I've read the reports," Dan cried.

"Have you _seen_ the Starship? Have you _talked_ to them over there?
It isn't just there, it's _everywhere_, Dan. There are only about
70,000 rejuvenated men alive in this hemisphere so far, but already
the change is beginning to show. Go talk to the Advertising
people--_there's_ a delicate indicator of social change if there ever
was one. See what they say. Who are they backing in the Government?
You? Like hell. Rinehart? No, they're backing up 'Moses' Tyndall and
his Abolitionist goon-squad who preach that rejuvenation is the work
of Satan, and they're giving him enough strength that he's even
getting _you_ worried. How about Roderigo Aviado and his Solar Energy
Project down in Antarctica? Do you know what he's been doing down
there lately? You'd better find out, Dan. What's happening to the Mars
Colony? Do you have any idea? You'd better find out. Have you gone to
see any of the Noble Ten that are still rattling around? Oh, you ought
to. How about all the suicides we've been having in the last ten
years? What do the insurance people say about that?"

* * * * *

He stopped, from lack of breath. Dan just stared at him, shaking his
head like Silly Willy on the teevies. "Find out what you're doing,
Dan--before you push this universal rejuvenation idea of yours
through. Find out--if you've got the guts to find out, that is. We've
got a monster on our hands, and now you've got to be Big Dan Fowler
playing God and turning him loose on the world. Well, be careful. Find
out first, while you can. It's all here to see, if you'll open your
eyes, but you're all so dead sure that you want life everlasting that
nobody's even bothered to _look_. And now it's become such a political
bludgeon that nobody _dares_ to look."

The model ship seemed to gleam in the dim laboratory light. Dan Fowler
walked over to it, ran a finger up the shiny side to the pinpoint tip.
His face was old, and something was gone from his eyes when he turned
back to Paul. "You've known this for so long, and you never told me.
You never said a word." He shook his head slowly. "I didn't know you
hated m