He lay half-awake in his bed, not really wanting to try.
The secret behind Jonnie’s lethargy was the feeling that he had failed. Maybe the bombs hadn’t landed on Psychlo. Maybe all this was just a brief interlude of peace for Man. Perhaps soon the beautiful plains of his planet would once more be denied the human race.
And even if the bombs had landed and Psychlo was no longer a menace, he had heard of other races out there in the universes, savage races as pitiless as the Psychlos. How could this planet defend itself against those?
It haunted him at every awakening; it plagued his sleep. People now looked so happy and industrious, so revived. What cruelty if it were just a brief interlude. How crushed they would be!
revivedToday would be just another day. He would get up, and a Russia
