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"You'll never be able to prove they're human!" Douglas said. "The ship's log will do that." "Not without a humanity test they can't pass that." "Sorry to disappoint you. Your grandfather used the wrong sort of sperm. Now if there had been a Betan in the crew " "You mean she's pregnant!" Kennon nodded. "There's been mutation on Beta," he said. "And it's apparently a similar one to hers.
The truth would out and nothing would be gained. In fact everything would be lost. The attempt at trickery would prejudice any court against the honest evidence they had so painfully collected. He sighed. The only thing to do was to go on as they were and hope that the evidence would hold. With Betan legal talent at their back it might.
A normal Betan would have despised this world, but Kennon wasn't normal, although to the casual eye he was a typical representative of the Medico-Technological Civilization, long legged, fair haired, and short bodied with the typical Betan squint that left his eyes mere slits behind thick lashes and heavy brows. The difference was internal rather than external.
Still, they have no moral right to enslave human beings." "There is always the element of doubt. Maybe they didn't know. After all, an impartial court declared the Lani alien and the Betan mutation isn't known throughout the Brotherhood." "One doesn't go around broadcasting data on the variations of one's germ plasm," Brainard said. "That's a private affair a matter of personal privacy."
But they were intelligent, upright, bipedal mammals whose morphology was so close to man's that it had taken the ultimate test to settle their status. And being a Betan, Kennon was suspicious of the accuracy of that ultimate test. But the Brotherhood of Man was based upon it. The feeling of unity that pervaded mankind's expanding empire was its product.
Kennon shook his head. There was something here he didn't understand. The entrepreneur should have been covering his tracks, not threatening jail and disaccreditation. It was obvious that a personal visit was more necessary than he had thought. Alexander was waiting. His eyebrows rose at the sight of Copper in formal Betan dress and lifted a trifle more at the sight of the baby.
If our investigations prove your statements, we are morally bound to open the Lani question. And if those people are of Betan origin that fellow Alexander will have plenty to answer for." "I don't believe it is really his fault," Kennon said slowly. "I don't think he has ever known the truth." "Why didn't you tell him?" "The answer to that should be obvious.
About ten steps away. Count them one two three Alexander sighed as Kennon left the room. "I certainly pushed the panic button on that young man," he said. "He has a pathological attitude toward telepathy. Wonder what he has to hide that he wants privacy so badly? Even for a Betan this reaction was violent." "Oh, I don't know. He's a pretty emotional sort. Maybe he hates to look like a fool.
The naked emotion in Copper's face was readable enough, Kennon thought. One didn't need Sorovkin techniques to interpret what was in her mind. And it would have been amusing if it weren't so sad. For what she wanted, he couldn't give. Yet if she were human it would be easy. A hundred generations of Betan moral code said "never," yet when he looked at her their voices faded.
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