Robert Moore Williams

“ Joe Buckner sounded outraged.
"That is one purpose our bracelets serve," the instructor answered. "A very good question, Joe. As you know, each of us receives a bracelet at birth, which is slipped over the hand and onto the wrist. Made of plasticum, which cannot be cut by any method, the bracelet has the unique property of expanding in size as the wearer grows. It cannot be removed except by cutting off the arm of the wearer." ”

“ Billy Kasker said thoughtfully.
"Oh, no," the instructor answered. "We synthesize our foods. As a matter of fact, they are required to grow their food. That way, they have to spend so much time finding something to eat that they can't cause trouble." He grinned as if something in the idea pleased him.
"Serves them right," Joe Buckner said.
The natives working in the fields seemed not to see the class. When the group came near, they stopped talking and worked harder.
"Scared to talk when we're around," Joe Buckner said. "They're yellow!" ”

“ Men have fought and died for life and liberty since the beginning of time, and they will continue the fight until time finally comes to an end. Here is a thoroughly readable story about just such a situation—a story which could well be a forecast of the chilling future of your children and ours. ”

“ Robert Moore Williams The planet's natives were so similar to their conquerors that no one could tell them apart—except for their difference in thinking.
This was Graduation Day. The senior class from the Star Institute of Advanced Science was scheduled to go through the Museum of the Conquered and observe the remnants of the race that had once ruled this planet. There were many such museums maintained for the purpose of allowing the people to see the greatness their ancestors had displayed in conquering this world and also to demonstrate how thorough and how complete that conquest had been. ”

“ This is the gun that has been stopping us all these years—it is the gun that is going to take us out of these pig pens they call museums. Get moving!"
"Yes, sir." Jim was already gone through the trap door.
The brown native jerked off the instructor's clothes, then worked quickly but deftly with his knife. As he finished, the instructor's hand separated from the arm at the wrist.
"He said no one would ever think of doing anything like that," Billy Kasker said.
"Nobody but one of us stinking natives." The brown man removed the plasticum bracelet, began to work with the fingers of his left hand. ”

“ Billy Kasker replied. "But it seems more human—"
"Human? That's a laugh!" Joe Buckner slapped his thighs and roared with laughter.
"Come along," the instructor said.
"Look—there are children playing games!" Susan Sidwell observed. "Horrible-looking little brats, aren't they?" She pointed to a group of brown-skinned youngsters playing some kind of a game that involved a ball and a club. One threw the ball, the second struck at it with the club.
"What a stupid way to play," Joe Buckner said.
As soon as the young natives saw the graduating group coming, they stopped their game and ran away. ”

“ Phipper, the instructor who would take the group through the museum, and to make certain that all of the members of the graduating class knew what they were supposed to do on the trip. Billy Kasker was class president. A handsome, husky youth, accommodating, generous, and thoughtful to a fault. He was well liked both by the faculty and the students. He was pleasant to everybody, even to Joe Buckner, who called him "teacher's pet" and sneeringly remarked that he had been elected class president as a result of a superb job of boot-licking. ”

“ The class saw the natives at work tilling the soil. The technique used here was very crude but mildly interesting. They used plows and harrows for loosening the soil, devices that were pulled by large animals.
"Horses, I believe they call the animals. Of course, we don't allow them to have power-drawn equipment." ”