The craft landed near a dome which gleamed like the remainder of the expanse. They bundled her in thick heavy furs, hurried her across the snow to the dome, then removed the wraps.
It was like summer inside the dome, and she went with the men to a shaft and got into a car which carried them miles down through the frozen ocean and into the earth. When the car stopped and they came out she held her breath. The place looked like a beautiful painting of a sparkling city that had never known war.
The final surprise sent tremors through her. They told her she was going before the Supreme Council.
In a large plastic hall she stood before the twelve and an array of advisers. Not a one looked more than forty, but the hair of most was white and in their eyes was that look that told her they had been out in the void.
"Wilson Wildress Rover Alfred?" a man inquired.
Sue admitted that was her name.
"An idea you have suggested may be of great value. We have brought you here to discuss it further."
She was dumbfounded.
"It seems that you may have found an answer to cellular breakdown which brings on age. Will you give us your impression of why men die?"
She groped for words. "They just grow tired," she said. "I asked the doctor at Recovery why men die. He said that medical science had not found the answer. He said that the body was able to reproduce every cell of itself and did that many times during one lifetime. But eventually men grow tired and die."