Sopho nodded. "Right. Now we are using it to shorten the war. Save lives."
"Save lives?"
"By shortening the war, man! Simple arithmetic—!"
"What about—the next war? And the next? The wars beyond that?"
"This weapon should—and in my opinion will—put an end to war."
Slowly, Chris shook his head. "Strange reasoning. A weapon will put an end to war."
"An absolute weapon, man! The world will never again risk going to war. Never again dare take the risk!"
"It will fear too much, you think?"
"Precisely."
"But isn't it fear, doctor, that has always caused men to wage war? Fear in this form today—tomorrow in that form—?"