Brent sank to the floor, his heart pumping wildly, his body vibrating from the unnatural spasm.

“I am the director of this⁠ ⁠… sanitarium, so you see I have no desire to have our work exposed to the prying eyes of your government. I shall have to have you disposed of.”

Brent controlled his breathing enough to allow him to speak. “You⁠ ⁠… intend to⁠ ⁠… kill me then?”

“Not at all Mr. Dalgreen, our philosophy forbids killing except for the most humane reasons. Your physical body will be changed to conform to the environment of another of our sanitarium planets. We will of course remove all the radiation damage. You can look forward to a long and interesting life. If you agree to cooperate you will be allowed to keep your present personality.”

“What kind of a planet is it?” Brent asked hurriedly. He realized from the girl’s tones that the interview was almost at an end.

“Quite different from this one. It is a very dense planet with a chlorine atmosphere.” She pressed a stud on her desk and turned back to her typewriter.

Brent had a last, ragged thought as unconsciousness overcame him. He was going to live ⁠ ⁠… and work⁠ ⁠… and there must be some fine greens to paint on a chlorine planet.⁠ ⁠…