"Now, honey, think of the benefits to humanity! This is too big to be used for personal gain. This should be dedicated—" "This is dedicated to me, Sol Jones, so just you keep your fingers off it. Why, the cute little thing—look, he's been out to Saturn for me!" I made a decision. Think wide and grand, Sol Jones, I said. Sacrifice yourself for the greater good. "Florence, honey, you know I love you. Will you marry me?" That stopped her. "You mean it, Sol?" "Of course." "It's not just because of this diver?" "Why, honey, how could you think such a thing? If I'd never brought it in for you, I'd still want to marry you." "You never said so before," she said. "But okay. If you do it now. Right now, Sol Jones." So the merchandise stopped coming in while we plugged into the video and participated in a moving and legal ceremony. The marriage service was expensive, but after all we could teleport in a few thousand credit blanks from the Solar Treasury. Immediately after we had switched off, we did so. "Are you sure you married me for myself, Sol?" "I swear it, honey. No other thought entered my head. Just you." I made a few notes while Florence planned the house we would have, furnished with rare materials from anywhere. I thought one of the medium asteroids would do for a base for Sol Jones Intragalactic Transport. I could see it all, vast warehouses and immediate delivery of anything from anywhere. I wondered if there was a limit to the diver's capacity, so Florence desired an encyclopedia and in it came, floating through the doorway. "It says," she read, "not much is known about Antimony IX divers because none have ever been known to leave their planet." "They probably need the stimulus of an educated mind," I said. "Anyway, this one can get diamonds from Jupiter and so on, and that's what matters." I kissed the wife of the President of Sol Jones Intragalactic and was interrupted by discreet tapping on the door. The manager of the Asteroid-Central beamed at us. "Excuse," he said. "But we
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