"I've been probing your reactions as the truth was revealed to you. You can understand the importance of an accurate judgment, when you know that the fate of our experiment rests on the manner in which you conformed to a humanoid environment."
"Experiment be damned!" Saxon flung out "What about me?"
The psychologist permitted himself a vague smile. "Your reactions have been typically humanoid.
"You have been bewildered, frightened, angry.
"You tried to think first of some way by which you could destroy us. Failing that, you cast about in your mind for some compromise which would cause us to hold our hand until we could be either conquered or wiped out—preferably wiped out. These are typically humanoid reactions to a dangerous foe.
"Under the circumstances we can preserve our experiment if we can modify the humanoids' environment."
Saxon felt relief. Whatever the Aliens planned, they weren't going to destroy mankind.
The psychologist having delivered his report, the Moderator resumed, "It is unfortunate in a way for you, my son, that the test has been so favorable to the humanoids.
"They live and die so fast that in a few generations we can correct their savage dispositions.
"But you have solidified in the humanoid mould. You will have to undergo a dangerous operation. Our psychologist must induce infantile retrogression in you. When you have been reduced mentally, to the age of eleven, then your re-education can begin.