"No! They've submitted plans and maps of all their atomic installations, their stockpiles, plans and details of their intercontinental ballistics missile, everything. The United States is going to do the same thing...."
Joe looked incredulous. "You mean the Russians voluntarily instituted this whole thing, and actually delivered the information...?"
"Yes. A team of scientists, diplomats and military men selected by the U. N. flew in, and the Russians showed them everything. Russian scientists, statesmen and military men are already on their way here to inspect our installations."
"It looks like, with the Devil tied up downstairs, this old world is headed for peace at last," said Joe.
"I'm so happy!" exclaimed Pearl. She looked at Joe closely. "Aren't you?"
He nodded. "Of course. But I'm a little worried, that's all."
"About what?"
"Finding a job isn't going to be easy. I'll bet I tried every plant in town today, and at every one, the story's the same. They aren't hiring—in fact, they are laying men off."
"Laying them off?"
"Yes. As one personnel man put it: 'The men are working like beavers—every one of them putting in an honest day's labor. We're over-producing like mad.' The Union fined twelve bricklayers today for laying more than ninety-six bricks an hour."