Part 1
_ There‘s some reaction these days that holds scientists responsible for war. Take it one step further: What happens if "book-learnin‘" is held responsible ...?
Chester Pelton retracted his paunch as far as the breakfast seat would permit； the table, its advent preceded by a collection of mouth-watering aromas, slid noiselessly out of the pantry and clicked into place in front of him.
"Everything all right, Miss Claire?" a voice floated out after it from beyond. "Anything else you want?"
"Everything‘s just fine, Mrs. Harris," Claire replied. "I suppose Mr. Pelton‘ll want seconds, and Ray‘ll probably want thirds and fourths of everything." She waved a hand over the photocell that closed the pantry door, and slid into place across from her brother, who already had a glass of fruit juice in one hand and was lifting platter covers with the other.
"Real eggs!" the boy was announcing. "Bacon. Wheat-bread toast." He looked again. "Hey, Sis, is this real cow-made

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