"A machine?" asked Wan Nes Stan.
"Certainly. You are rated on your ability alone, and the aptitude machine has been devised to best select those with the greatest aptitude."
"I see."
Wan Nes Stan said no more. He spent more time in his mind machine, and he took increased and accelerated doses, checking each time to the maximum. He knew his machine to the last decimal place, and in six-hour-periods, Wan Nes Stan energized his brain; increasing its capacity by mighty leaps and bounds.
He took his aptitude test, then, and the result caused mild wonder. His name was bandied back and forth across the galaxy, and he was requested to appear at the great Grand Council of the Galactics.
"Len Dor Vale, what is the real meaning behind this request?" asked Wan Nes Stan, as the message was handed to him.
"You do not know?" laughed the overseer.