M. A. Cummings (Monette to her friends) returns with another hauntingly persuasive story of a Tomorrow that may not be as gleaming as we hope. Her recent story, THE WEIRDIES, apparently delighted some and startled others—and this in Los Angeles! What's happening there? no pets allowed by M. A. CUMMINGS He didn't know how he could have stood the four months there alone. She was company and one could talk to her ... He didn't know how he could have stood the four months there alone. She was company and one could talk to her ... I can't tell anyone about it. In the first place, they'd never believe me. And, if they did, I'd probably be punished for having her. Because we aren't allowed to have pets of any kind. I can't It wouldn't have happened, if they hadn't sent me way out there to work. But, you see, there are so many things I can't do. I remember the day the Chief of Vocation took me before the council. "I've tried him on a dozen things," he reported. People always talk about me as if I can't understand what they mean. But I'm really not that dumb. "There doesn't seem to be a thing he can do," the Chief went on. "Actually, his intelligence seems to be no greater than that which we believe our ancestors had, back in the twentieth century." "As bad as that?" observed one of the council members. "You do have a problem." "But we must find something for him to do," said another. "We can't have an idle person in the State. It's unthinkable." "But what?" asked the Chief. "He's utterly incapable of running any of the machines. I've tried to teach him. The only things he can do, are already being done much better by robots." There was a long silence, broken at last by one little, old council member. "I have it," he cried. "The very thing. We'll make him guard of the Treasure." "But there's no need of a guard. No one will touch the Treasure without permission. We haven't had a dishonest person in the State for more than three thousand years."
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