Great technological and social advances have been the outcome of our stay on this planet. This is what my therapists assure me and since we have been in the enclosure for all but the first sev­enteen minutes of our time on Earth, we have no reason to dispute or even question this. As a result of our advice, diagrams, plans, and equations (we were familiarized with all their languages through hypno-suggestion on the voyage here) most diseases have been abolished, the war economies of the major nations have been dismantled, the incidence of neurosis among intellectual segments of the populace has decreased, and a series of manned, exploratory flights has already commenced, to Neptune, Uranus, and the other outer planets of their system. With the technological acceleration we have provided, they will soon be ready for the stars. Population pressures, which were becoming deadly before our landing, are being handled adroitly through the most advanced techniques provided by our sociotechnicians, and their mass media have become a means of distributing enlightened perception to the population. Bonuses are being paid for sterility, national consciousness and the level of perception have been heightened, divorces are down (although extremely easy to obtain when necessary) and seven hitherto unknown elements, predicted on our charts, have been put to work in foundation materials, proctoscopy, and automotive engineering. A pill has been synthesized which will control the patterns of will and patience and a cheap steroid has been found the answer for common depression. The treatment of criminals is no longer merely retentive or punitive but has shifted into a casework orientation. Prostitution has been legalized and is efficiently administered by the central govern­ment and its exclusive licensees. All is going well then, with our work.

“You should be aware,” my therapist says, “that, due to what you have brought us, we have turned around the situation in less than three years. Not long ago I thought that I would live to see the end of our world, but, since you came, it is the inception instead which I see. I believe that you have saved us. All professional aspects to one side, I am incredibly grateful to you as is every human being on this planet.” A rather mad gleam comes into his eyes when he says things like this (he is the youngest of the succession of therapists I have had and by far the least formal) and his hands gesture abruptly, describing hexagons in the air. Nevertheless, there is no dismissing the passionate sincerity of his tone, the attempt that the man is making to encourage me.

“I know that you must think quite badly of us,” he says, “to treat you in this way when you have obviously come for the most benign motives. Your imprisonment must seem cruel, maddening, although you have adjusted to it well. Already, the enlightened ones among us have formed committees in favor of your immediate release, just as soon as you have given us all the information. But we are a race—and you must understand this—that has survived only because of our suspicion and perversity, and our lead­ers have moved to power because they are the most feral of all. It will take only a generation or three, with your eugenic help, to breed that out of us as vestigial. I know that you must understand what I am saying as you understand everything else and that you share my faith in the temporary nature of this. You will leave the enclosure; all of you will leave the enclosure and walk among us as free beings. You will return to your star in dignity and pride. All of us here at the enclosure are devoting our lives to get you out of here. You have more than proven that your motives are altruistic and that you want for us only progress and development.

“Still, you must be patient. You must hold against time, just as I am holding. Creatures as wise and selfless as you can understand this. We will bring the politicians over to our side of the question but this cannot be done at once for they are hundreds of years behind you in compassion. In the meantime, we have tried to make things as comfortable for you as possible. We want you to be happy.

“Are you happy? What is disturbing you today? What can I do to ease you? Are there any memories or resentments you would care to discuss? Do you remember yet from where you came?”

I ask for some of their newspapers, which would give us an indication of the effects we have had. I am very interested in objective referral as opposed to the therapist’s assurances. He denies me again, for administrative reasons. I ask for some minor variations in diet and the exercise schedule to avoid boredom, and these are granted. I ask that one of the females whom I knew months ago but was abruptly taken to another section be brought back to me so that I might see her. (I am extremely frank with my therapist about my sexual predilections; he makes no comment one way or the other.) He asks me a stream of questions which, since they do not deal with technological data, I am able to ignore. They bypass the program. After a time, these questions cease and his pad comes out.

Now his face shifts, his eyes become alight with desire. He pursues my particular speciality; geological formations. As always, I want to stand mute but I cannot. The program is too effective, even this long after its installation. Something within sighs and opens like the pits of the females, and I begin an enor­mous amount of intricate documentation on one abstruse point of my field. The therapist is not satisfied. He requestions me on many details, and then asks that certain points be repeated verbatim for clarity. Doubtless this is a check upon my veracity and thoroughness.

It is strange that after two years and five months they still do not trust us. But then, as the therapist has said, they are a suspicious race and our presence in the enclosure itself indicates how painful it is to incur a serious relationship with them.

So I answer the therapist fully and completely, holding back nothing. There is no way that I can retain information when it is requested. When the session finally ends, six hours later, I am exhausted, too tired even to seek a female, and my sleep continues through most of the next morning. Since we have been confined to the enclosure, most of us sleep excessively and I suspect that our lives are arranged in this way to capitalize on what they can only regard as a weakness.