When a country is as champion-conscious as America, it's surprising that no one has yet developed the ultimate contest.
ike it or not. So that's the type I have to pick."
"Where does the joke come in?"
"If you'd play the part of the American dream girl you'd win that contest going away, like a four stage rocket booster."
"But I don't want to have a baby by remote control."
"You wouldn't have to. You can always withdraw before the impregnation ceremony."
"Suppose I do it, what's the point?"
"Well for one thing, you'd show how easily people are fooled by appearances and smart propaganda. As a geneticist I can only go so far and be honest. I can make sure you have good heredity; that you have no obvious physical or mental defects; that your chance of having certain disabling diseases are small; that your intelligence is high, and so on. I can't really measure things such as initiative, wit, courage, determination, all the things that make one human so much better than another of equal physical and mental capacity."
"Educated people know that already."
"True, but it needs con
It doesn\'t get much cheesier than this, folks. The author injects artificial space-themed jargon at every turn to make this seem like a futuristic story. If you can\'t predict the ending by the halfway point, you must be half asleep.
In a society where pregnancies are controlled by geneticists, a couple decides to go against the grain.