"Suppose I told you there is something new, something perfect and safe?"
"I'd say gaga again, sheer lunacy!"
"All right, just listen." He recounted their experiences on the asteroid and, despite himself, Neilson began to show real interest.
"And you have a capsule?"
"Yes, want to try a fleck? That's all you need, I think."
"Oh no!" Neilson exclaimed. "Not until I've run the tests."
"Well, that's what I'm here for. You're a biochemist, you have all the equipment."
Cramer looked disdainfully at the man. The type was common enough—probably knew next to nothing about his specialty. But—and this was what made it doubly revolting—he didn't have to know in order to be an expert. Good equipment could do all the work in most cases.
Neilson waved languidly toward his other guests, mumbling, "See you shortly," and let the pair through a series of golden rooms to his Analyzer Laboratory. There he took the capsule from Hartley and placed it in a cryogenic tester similar to the one aboard the Solar Pioneer. After temperature adjustments were made, tiny filament hands began lifting out specimen flecks and shifting them to various test sections.