（外文电子版资料）Alexei Panshin - Sons of Prometheus.pdfVIP

So you have the knowledge of Life and Death. And what can you do with it? How can you use it . . . I As the solid-wheeled, almost spring-less coach progressed through the rutted streets, Tansman, coming near to his destination, felt more tense than at any moment since hed been set down on Zebulon. There was little traffic and little noise, and he looked through the coach window to see many of the adobe houses they passed shut and shuttered. He was the only passenger in the coach. He wasnt particularly afraid of sickness, so the warning hed had against the megrim when he bought his seat for North Hill had passed over his head. Tansman was thinking of the last thing that Nancy Poate had said before he left the Ship. It was standard advice, and he had had it before: Zebulon? Whatever you do, dont let them know where you come from. They finger-across-the-neck Ship people. (Accompanied with appropriate sound effect.) Nancy had simply reminded him that taking care and coming back were two things she expected of him. It was nice of her to say that, and鈥攈ang the irony鈥攔emember the Sons of Prometheus. (They being the ones who had gotten it in the neck). Zebulon was not really the place for a chromoplastician with a positive distaste for do-gooding and an unadventurous temperament. This one, however, had a determined and formidable older cousin named Nancy Poate which was an off-setting factor beyond calculation. Phil, she had said, did you, or did you not, tell me last week that you were finished with that silly set of experiments that you have been working on? Yes. Then you need a vacation. This will be a vacation. Nancy, Ill grant that after Earth was destroyed in the Population Wars we owed the Colonies more than we gave them, but this sneaking around doing paternal good work