e in her sublime but infinitely slow processes of
human evolution. We need not wait another fifty thousand years
to be godlike creatures. Perhaps even now we may be standing at
the beginning of the splendid bridge that will take us to that
state of perfected evolution when we shall be Creatures who have
reached the Light.

Northwood looked questioningly at the professor. "Queer, fantastic
thing, isn't it?"

* * * * *

Professor Michael smoothed his thin, gray hair with his dried-out hand.
"Fantastic?" His intellectual eyes behind the thick glasses sought the
ceiling. "Who can say? Haven't you ever wondered why all parents expect
their children to be nearer perfection than themselves, and why is it a
natural impulse for them to be willing to sacrifice themselves to better
their offspring?" He paused and moistened his pale, wrinkled lips.
"Instinct, Northwood. We Creatures of the Light know that our race shall
reach that point in evolution when, as perfect creatures, we shall rule
all matter and live forever." He punctuated the last words with blows
on the table.

Northwood laughed dryly. "How many thousands of years are you looking
forward, Professor?"

The professor made an obscure noise that sounded like a smothered sniff.
"You and I shall never agree on the point that mental advancement may
wipe out physical limitations in the human race, perhaps in a few
hundred years. It seems as though your profound admiration for Dr.
Mundson would win you over to this pet theory."

"But what sane man can believe that even perfectly developed beings,
through mental control, could overcome Nature's fixed laws?"

"We don't know! We don't know!" The professor slapped the magazine with
an emphatic hand. "Emil Mundson hasn't written this article for nothing.
He's paving the way for some announcement that will startle the
scientific world. I know him. In the same manner he gave out veiled
hints of his various brilliant discoveries and inventions long before he
offered them to the world."

"But Dr. Mundson is an electrical wizard. He would not be delving
seriously into the mysteries of evolution, would he?"

"Why not?" The professor's wizened face screwed up wisely. "A year ago,
when he was back from one of those mysterious long excursions he takes
in that weirdly different aircraft of his, about which he is so
secretive, he told me that he was conducting experiments to prove h