Charalas shook his head. "Wrong. Mankind on Terra rose because he was ambitious—he still is. Titan is not ambitious and never will be. They have no reason to work, and will not. Terrans—and early Ertinians—fought their way upward because they had to in order to live. Therefore, Elanane, the Titanians fall under the classification of those whose lives are only to support intelligence."
"Um," said Guy. "Then Terra is not the black race they've been painted?"
"Not by a jugful. Nothing was said of downtrodden races of the past—why balk at downtrodden races of the present?"
"But they should help—"
"Helping anyone is possible only when they want to be helped. The Titanians are not even grateful for the comforts given to them by Terra."
"Comforts?" sneered Guy. "The comfort of being vivisected?"
"Terra is not a vampire race," smiled Charalas. "Terra tried to raise their level and failed because of their lassitude. They didn't give a hoot. Terra tried to conduct their experiments on a gentle basis; small experiments such as testing vaccines and antibodies—all, mind, on Titanians who were ill. They had no chance of danger, and a good chance of living. Titan had nothing to lose; either the vaccines would work and save the victim, or would not work and the victim would receive the best care possible anyway. Terra offered to pay royally. Titan didn't even care for that. They didn't care for payment; didn't care for comfort; didn't care that some of their members died.
"And," added Charalas pointedly, "they do not care now, when Terra uses a few of them for medical purposes."
"How many?"