CHAPTER IIIThe Silver Men
JOHN LUX handled the controls with absent, automatic efficiency, his thoughts elsewhere. It was a clear, bright, cool morning. The wind was sharp and fresh, the sky an expanse of pure blue, unmarred by the smallest cloud. The very monotony of the flight gave him the leisure to think over some of the astonishing revelations the futurewoman had told him the night before.
Perhaps the most amazing of these was the notion that he was some kind of rare, unique mutation—a “neuro-radionic superman,” the Lady Lis had called him. He was not entirely certain that he understood what this curious term meant. Something to do with the ability of his nervous system to control external energy sources, to tap them for power at need.
He frowned, pondering the implications. Was th
