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He looked at me perplexed. "Smash these up?"
"How else can you make them useful to humanity without causing any harm?" I asked.
His face lit up. He said that he could accept them now. "We also need more gold on the planet, iron, copper, magnesium, platinum, and..."
"No you don't!" I interrupted him. "The Earth has more of these than you could ever use. All which mankind has to learn is how to separate them from the silicates of the rocks of the planet where they exist in great abundance. Take magnesium, for instance. The entire mantle of the Earth is made up magnesium and nickel orthosilicates, four thousand kilometers deep. Why would you want more? All that you need is to develop nuclear fusion energy to separate the molecular bonds. I have seen it done on planet 'O'. They've created a vast civilization on this basis. And if they can do it, so can you. Some day I may take you to planet 'O' for a technology visit. That fact is you have not seen anything yet. One day you will want to see these things, and learn, and discover, and use your discoveries to enrich the Earth and humanity. If you don't do this, your generation has no future, but if you do this, just let me know. However, if you do what I suggest, what the 'O' people have already done, then be prepared for a whirlwind of superlatives that you cannot even imagine."
The boy promised to think about what I said. They both did.
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Stories about
War
from novels by Rolf A. F. Witzsche
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