The advantages of specialization are so obvious that, today, we don't even know how to recognize a competent syncretist!
l stub and laid aside the newspaper. "Naw, not this time. Just playing around with one of those 'We're looking for bright young men' ads."
"Freddy! Y'ain't thinkin' a gettin' a JOB?"
"Nothing like that," Freddy laughed. "Just, exercising my mind. Filling out one of those little tests they always have. Helps keep a fella sharp, you know."
"Yeh, I seen the kind. Like what has pictures and you're supposed to find things wrong in the picture like dames with beards and dogs with six feet?"
"Kinda like that, only this one's all written and is a little tougher. You're supposed to send the answers in and whoever has good answers gets to take a tougher test and whoever does good on that test gets the job. Probably selling neckties on the corner or something."
"No kiddin'. That what it says?"
"Just says 'handsome rewards,' but that's probably close to it."
"You gonna send it in?" Willy asked.
"Naw, I just fill 'em out for fun, like I said. Can you imagine me peddl
An all right story. Earth is receiving messages from intelligent life on Ganymede, and is preparing a mission there. The problem is finding a pilot who knows enough about a variety of subjects that he would make a good envoy. Everyone is a specialist these days.
Everyone is a stereotyped (male) character, and the plot is nothing special.
Not too bad. Not too great.