"And what was it that you concluded made them tired?"
"Gravity," Sue said simply. "That constant pull we fight against. It—"
"Wait!"
There were hurried movements. A comfortable couch was pushed forward.
"Will you please relax, Mrs. Wilson? We have your complete record. We know exactly how you've worked."
Sue shook her head. "I'll still be tired, no matter how much I relax. Gravity still goes on, pulling us down. One day I'll die, not because I'm old, but because I'm tired."
"One of you gentlemen please place another pillow behind her," said a Councilman. "Now, Mrs. Wilson, we are going to place this matter in the hands of our scientists. We want you to remain here."
"But I have to go back. I'm needed in the factory."
"They'll make out, Mrs. Wilson."
"But I know those machines, just as our men know their ships. I can make them produce. I'm valuable in the factory."