then, I suspect that even a bluebird would seem like a monster to tyrannosaurus rex . . . You see, the mutation required three generations for completion—a possibility that the Earth Council failed to take into consideration."
"But why don't they take it into consideration now? Why should such a marvelous miracle as this be kept secret?"
"The corporation lobbyists are a powerful group—and you can imagine what a development like this could do to their business. Not only that, I suspect that they have an inherent fear of angels. But it's only a matter of time before the Earth Council will be forced to act, and in the meantime, the 'monsters' will have an opportunity to develop a society of their own."
The first Gomorrite, a pretty, blue-eyed girl with cupid-wings, landed lightly in the lock. "Welcome to Gomorrah," she said.
The Lady Berenice reached out and took her hand. "Why—she's adorable!"
"She is, my lady," Cross said. "All of them are."
"Stop calling me 'my lady'!" Then: "Will—will my great-grandchildren look like that?"
"Our great-grandchildren will, my la— My—Berenice. . . ."THE END
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"No wonder nobody else was on this part
of the beach . . . it's quicksand!"
