"No, sir."
"They're undesirables. Incurables. You know that, Seton?"
"Yes, sir."
"The psycho you only wounded. He's a five-times murderer. And that girl killed her father when she was twelve. You realize there's nothing can be done for them? That they have to be executed?"
"I know."
"Too bad," the doctor said. "We all have aggressive impulses, primitive needs that must be expressed early, purged. There's murder in all of us, Seton. The impulse shouldn't be denied or suppressed, but educated. The state used to kill them. Isn't it better all around, Seton, for us to do it, as part of growing up? What was the matter, Seton?"
"I—felt sorry for her."
"Is that all you can say about it?"
"Yes, sir."
The doctor pressed a buzzer. Two men in white coats entered.