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Title: Political Application

Author: John Victor Peterson

Release Date: March 24, 2010 [EBook #31755]

Language: English

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_John Victor Peterson lives in Jackson Heights, almost a
stone's throw from La Guardia Airfield. But he doesn't just
stand and watch the big planes roar past overhead. He has the
kind of brilliant technical know-how which makes what goes on
inside of a plane of paramount interest to him. He's
interested, too, in the future superduper gadgetry, as this
hilarious yarn attests._

POLITICAL APPLICATION

_by ... John Victor Peterson_

If matter transference really works--neanderthalers can pop up
anywhere. And that's very hard on politicians!

Some say scientists should keep their noses out of politics. Benson
says it's to prevent damage to their olfactory senses. Benson's a
physicist.

I've known Allan Benson for a long time. In fact I've bodyguarded him
for years and think I understand him better than he does himself. And
when he shook security at White Sands, my boss didn't hesitate to tell
me that knowing Benson as I do I certainly shouldn't have let him skip
off. Or crisp words to that effect.

The pressure was on. Benson was seeking a new fuel--or a way of
compressing a known fuel--to carry a torchship to Mars. His loss could
mean a delay of decades. We knew he'd been close, but not _how_ close.

My nickname's Monk. I've fought it, certainly, but what can you do
when a well-wishing mother names you after a wealthy uncle and your
birth certificate says Neander Thalberg? As early as high school some
bright pundit noted the name's similarity to that of a certain
prehistoric man. Unfortunately the similarit