“I have not seen a child since I arrived in Amtor,” I told him.
“There are children here,” he replied, “but, of course, not many.”
“And no old people,” I mused. “Could you administer that serum to me, Danus?”
He smiled. “With Mintep’s permission, which I imagine will not be difficult to obtain. Come,” he added, “I’ll take some blood tests now to determine the type and attenuation of serum best adapted to your requirements.” He motioned me into his laboratory.
When he had completed the tests, which he accomplished with ease and rapidity, he was shocked by the variety and nature of malignant bacteria they revealed.
“You are a menace to the continued existence of human life on Amtor,” he exclaimed with a laugh.
“I am considered a very healthy man in my own world,” I assured him.
“How old are you?” he asked.
“Twenty-seven.”
“You would not be so healthy two hundred years from now if all those bacteria were permitted to have their way with you.”