Allen Kim Lang

“ The young man in uniform leaned against the door and shook with spasmic laughter. "Now there's food enough and room enough for everyone. The man from Mars promised to solve our population problem. He did. At twelve noon, Eastern Daylight Saving Time, every woman and girl on Earth dropped dead." ”

“ The battles and the starvation would still be with you, though. Why do you persist in treating the symptoms instead of the sickness? I am an objective observer, far enough away from your problems to see them clearly, something which no human can ever hope to do. ”

“ Then Earth will see peace and hope; a new start!"
"I couldn't take all the responsibility for this decision upon myself," the Secretary said. He glanced hopefully toward the Assistant and the young man in uniform. Their eyes flinched away.
"You might take a vote," suggested the man from Mars. He picked up the Secretary's scratch pad and ripped off three sheets of paper. "Just mark Yes or No. I will respect your decision: after all, I'm only here to help you."
The Secretary stared at the slip of paper lying on his desk. He glanced toward the other two humans for encouragement ”