... That something had gone haywire in the startrails, that everyone you met was either psychotic or highly neurotic by Earth standards.
... That the exceptions might be the hope of the Galaxy. But they were very few.
... That Earth had better seek out the reasons for all this, try to eliminate them at their sources if possible, but certainly keep them from contaminating the home planet.
... That Earth had a big job, but if he came back and reported and worked at it, he might convince Earth she was up to it.
That was one way.
"_Your decision, Smith of Earth, the battery of tests or...._"
She was looking up at him. "Well?"
"What do you think, Geria?"
She put her face against his chest. "Whatever you decide," she whispered. "You"re the Dominant...."
He smiled at the banks of lights. "When"s the next ship for Deneb?" he asked. "We"re going back to Earth."