"Naturally," said Trevor. "After all, we're the animals that would know how to use it to the best advantage."
"You pass up a point," declared Sutton. "The humans don't need it. Already they think they are great and right and holy. Certainly, you don't need to propagandize them."
"In the short view, you are right," said Trevor. "But in the short view only."
He stabbed a sudden finger at Sutton. "Once we have the galaxy in hand, what do we do then?"
"Why," said Sutton. "Why, I suppose…"
"That's exactly it," said Trevor. "You don't know where you're going. Nor does the human race."
"And manifest destiny?" asked Sutton. "If we had manifest destiny, it would be different?"
Trevor's words were scarcely more than a whisper. "There are other galaxies, Sutton. Greater even than this one. Many other galaxies."
Good Lord! thought Sutton.
He started to speak and then closed his mouth and sat stiffly in his chair.