Publisher's Synopsis
"I understand you three Generals are in charge of your planet," Dalcamy said. "That's correct," said General Alma. "Generals Norie and Daggany are under me." "I see," said Dalcamy. "You will take orders from these men from now on." Dalcamy said motioning to the Doctors and Scientists. "They will be in charge collectively and have to agree on all decisions." "They are scientists! They know nothing about military defense!" "You don't need military defense now, you need people. We will help bring people to you and also take you to them. But there will be no more harm done. You have hurt enough life forms with your cruelty and 'examinations'. These are the conditions: "First. You will disband your soldiers. We will furnish your protection from now on. "Second. You will destroy that prison. "Third. These six men will be a ruling panel for your planet. And finally, you will begin living on the surface of your planet again." "You can't just walk in and take over like this!" said General Alma. "How long do you estimate the life of your people?" Dalcamy asked Doctor Bella. "About another forty, fifty years. When this last generation expires." Dalcamy turned back to General Alma. "Your men have caused enough mental damage to other beings to warrant us sealing your planet until extinction. We can do anything we want." General Alma became extremely angry. He looked Dalcamy in the eye, drew a blaster and pointed it at him. "You will do as I say or I'll blow you to pieces and take your ship."
