Virginia swung the steering control swiftly until a distant view of New York was visible. "That is what is wrong with Earth Three," she said bitterly. "Avaricious, hateful and cruel."
Bronson shook his head. "You're not fair," he said. "He's done nothing that you or I would not do to protect our own worlds. And," smiled Bronson, "remember that Earth Two is already doomed."
Virginia whirled on him. "Because a man is slated to die as all men are, is that an excuse to commit murder?"
"No," he said. "But life is still a matter of the survival of the fittest. I deplore Kingston's act but remember that Kingston knows that it is either kill or be killed."
"Then there is nothing wrong with Earth Three," snapped Virginia with deep bitterness.
"Oh but there is. Virginia, on your world, where every scientific endeavour is directed along the one line of safety in the face of that pillar of fire at Alamogordo, does your government know the location of all equipment?"
"Of course," she said. "Save for a very minute percentage of stuff that has been lost, strayed or stolen."
He turned to the screen. "Did anybody ever think of that?" he asked, pointing to the fire that was consuming Manhattan.
"Yes—but where would we put it?" she asked.
"On the moon," he said simply.