"Why—why don't you give me eyes, if you can? Are you afraid—afraid that I might see you and find you—terrifying?"
Again a pause. There was amusement in the reply. "I do not think so. No, that is not the reason."
"Then it's because—as you said about Fred—I might find myself horrifying?"
"That is part of the reason. Not the major part, however. You see, I am, in a way, experimenting. Do not be alarmed, please—I shall not turn you into a monster. I have too much knowledge of biology for that. But I am not too familiar with human beings. What I know I have learned mostly from your books, and I have found that in certain respects there are inaccuracies contained in them—I must go slowly until I can check what they say. I might mend certain organs, and then discover that they do not have the proper size or shape, or that they produce slightly altered hormones. I do not want to make such mistakes, and if I do make them, I wish to correct them before they can do harm."
"There's no danger—?"
"None, I assure you. Internally and externally, you will be as before."
"Internally and externally. Will I—will I be able to have children?"
"Yes. We ourselves do not have your distinctions of sex, but we are familiar with them in many other races. We know how important you consider them. I am taking care to see that the proper glandular balance is maintained in both yourself and your husband."
"Thank you—Doctor. But I still don't understand—why don't you give me eyes right away?"