The world of the new race was peaceful, comfortable, lovely—and completely static. Only Eric knew the haunting loneliness that had carried the old race to the stars, and he couldn’t communicate it, even if he had dared to!
They wanted to go home—back to the planet they’d known. But even the stars had changed. Did the fate of all creation hinge upon an empty bottle?
What would you do if your best robots—children of your own brain—walked up and said “We want union scale”?
Poor Riuku! . . . Not being a member of the human race, how was he supposed to understand what goes on in a woman’s mind when the male of the same species didn’t even know?