But she only smiled weakly, and shrugged.
"Dear, that was very irrational. I think you had better request therapy one of these days. Now I shall have to start all over again. But don't fret, sweet. I had a much better idea anyway. I can get sensational results using fluorides."
She wouldn't fight him—she couldn't think of such an act, raised in a world where coercion and violence did not exist. She didn't care about anything!
Calm now, he knew what to do. Striding swiftly from the house, he went straight to the vehicle space. He got into an autocar and slammed the door.
"Direction, please."
"Contact Dispatching. Ask for permission to go directly to first level primary. Tell them it's Sethos."
Pause. "Permission granted."
"Come in, Sethos. What can I do for you?"
Sethos looked around the room anxiously.