Sutton shook his head, wearily.
But Trevor was right, he knew. Knowledge and technique would pyramid exactly as he said. Even, once Man had the time to do it, the knowledge in one galaxy alone…
"One word from you," Trevor said, "and the time war is at an end. One word and the security of the human race is guaranteed forever. For all the race will need is the knowledge that you can give it."
"It wouldn't be the truth," said Sutton.
"That," said Trevor, "doesn't have a thing to do with it."
"You don't need manifest destiny," said Sutton, "to carry out your project."
"We have to have the human race behind us," Trevor said. "We have to have something that is big enough to capture their imagination. Something important enough to make them pay attention. And manifest destiny, manifest destiny as it applies to the universe, is the thing to turn the trick."
"Twenty years ago," said Sutton, "I would have thrown in with you."
"And now?" asked Trevor.
Sutton shook his head. "Not now. I know more than I did twenty years ago. Twenty years ago I was a human, Trevor. I'm not too sure I'm entirely human any longer."