"What are you waiting for?" asked Trevor.
"One thing has me puzzled," Sutton told him. "The book, somehow, somewhere, already has been written. It has been a fact for almost five hundred years. How are you going to change that? If I write it now the way you want it written, it will change the human setup…"
Trevor laughed. "We got that one figured out. Let us say that finally, after all of these years, the original of your manuscript is discovered. It can be readily and indisputably identified by certain characteristcs which you will very carefully incorporate into it when you write it.. It will be found and proclaimed, and what is more, proved…and the human race will have its destiny.
"We'll explain the past unpleasantness by very convincing historic evidence of earlier tampering with the manuscript. Even your friends, the androids, will have to believe what we say once we get through with it."
"Clever," Sutton said.
"I think so, too," said Trevor.
XLIII
At the building's entrance a man was waiting for him. He raised his hand in what might have been a brief salute.
"Just a minute, Mr. Sutton."
"Yes, what is it?"