"I suppose not," said Wan Nes Stan. He was safe. Continued use of his mind machine would keep him far and above all comers. "But the usual question comes: What are you going to do?"
"When that time arrives, I will become your aide—unless one better fitted for the position arrives first."
"Mind if I ask how I—"
"Replace me? I don't mind, at all. You replace me whenever you gain sufficient experience to balance your superior intelligence."
"How do I get experience?"
"By being governor," laughed the governor.
"Look," snorted Wan Nes Stan, "prerequisite for the position is experience in the position itself? That's a fool's statement."
"It is the rule of the Galactic Council."
"It remains a fool's rule."
"Is it not sensible," asked Len Dor Vale, "to demand experience before one is given the chance to rule a galaxy-wide civilization such as this?"