Flam-harol waved a hand deprecatingly. "If you're worried about yourself and that girl—what's her name?—forget it. You'll be an exception. I figured on making you go-betweens, assuring peaceful relations between mutants and non-mutants."
"No, that wasn't it at all. I still don't like—"
"We have voted, have we not?"
"Y-yes."
"Very well. Next, scaled mutants shall be astro-techs."
"You can't do that!" Ker-jon cried. "A man doesn't necessarily fit a job because he happens to be one type of mutant or another. I'd suggest a series of tests, instead; let each man fill the job for which he is qualified."
"Unfair," Flam-harol said. "The non-mutants have had training; they'd win all the top positions. Shall we vote?"
Three to one.
"Albinos will be police and administrative workers. Finally—"
"Just a minute. Don't you realize that albinos have weak constitutions? You're relegating them to a position which they won't be able to fill."