The Variable Man
"But the odds might change back," Margaret Duffe, President of the Council, said nervously. "Any minute they can revert."
"This is our chance!" Reinhart snapped, his temper rising. "What the hell's the matter with you? We've waited years for this."
The Council buzzed with excitement. Margaret Duffe hesitated uncertainly, her blue eyes clouded with worry. "I realize the opportunity is here. At least, statistically. But the new odds have just appeared. How do we know they'll last? They stand on the basis of a single weapon."
"You're wrong. You don't grasp the situation." Reinhart held himself in check with great effort. "Sherikov's weapon tipped the ratio in our favor. But the odds have been moving in our direction for months. It was only a question of time. The new balance was inevitable, sooner or later. It's not just Sherikov. He's only one factor in this. It's all nine planets of the Sol System--not a single man."
One of the Councilmen