"They live underground," explained Stasor.
Angus mused, "There's such a sharp difference between this world and what it's to be like three hundred years from this time."
"The American who invented the fission gun," explained Stasor, "will lead their world to that pinnacle. He is going to organize the remnants of the civilization left after the last war, compel interracial wedlock and births. The biological result of that will be, naturally, a new and different race in the course of the years. It is that race that will go out from Earth to the stars."
Angus regarded Stasor thoughtfully. "You're thinking that what the American did with his people, I can do with mine."
The old man shrugged. He reached out and twisted the dials. He murmured, "Karr fights a war just as deadly as the one you see below. There's a difference. Instead of death, Karr's enemies deal it stagnation and degeneration."
"If I could get the Diktor to give the Hierarch's sciences to the people," Angus mused.
"Where there is hope you have new life," smiled Stasor gently. "Without science to benefit their lives the people of Karr have no hope."
Angus lashed out bitterly, "The Diktor is too powerful. There isn't any way to beat him."
"I will show you a way," murmured the old man.