Joel's brain was reeling. Governor Cameron's words had the ring of truth.
"But how did you get control of Asgard? Does the Republic know?"
It was General Roos who answered in his lazy drawl. Joel turned his head to stare at him.
"No," said Roos. "The Republic is unaware that mutants hold all the administrative posts in the colony."
"But how...."
"Briefly, Hakkyt, the mutants on Terra saw that if they didn't unite, they were doomed. Societies were formed. The mutants were taught to disguise their oddities, submerge themselves in the race."
"But the psycho-detectors," Joel protested. "They couldn't fool the machines!"
"No. But Asgard was different. Asgard is a frontier. It's four and a third light years from the Republic. The laws are not enforced so strictly."
The implications were too startling for Joel to grasp all at once. These were mutants, and he was one of them. They were his kind whether he liked it or not.