"Slaves. The profits go to the Dohlmites. Everything returns to their pockets."
The streets were crowded with people: barefooted women in short gay colored tunics, men in loose coveralls.
"Slaves," explained Koal.
The vastness of the plant men's enterprise became apparent as they sped through the streets.
"Koal," said Norman a little frightened. "When is it going to stop?"
The Martian looked at him grimly, "With the fall of the Empire," he replied bitterly. "With the enslavement of Mars and Venus and Earth. The Dohlmites are only a handful, but they plan to lop off the Empire colony by colony, enslaving the inhabitants just as they have us. Their ultimate goal is to have the individual wave recording of every human in the Universe. An Empire of slaves."
"Impossible!" he ejaculated.
"Why? The element of time is of no importance with them. Every ship they capture gives them more power, more slaves. It gathers force like a snowball rolling down hill. Before long, nothing can stop them."
Norman slumped back in his seat. What the Martian said was true. Unless the Dohlmites were stopped soon, they would be so strong that nothing in the Universe could halt their march to Empire.