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While Big Harry is working in the lab, Melinda is at home taking care of her 18 month old baby, Little Harry, who is teething; when during the day she is unexpectedly visited by a door-to-door salesman, with the most curious of gadgets.
An entertaining little Sci-Fi tale. Amusing. Fun. Short. Good.
Mientras Harry Grande trabaja en el laboratorio, Melinda está en casa cuidando de su bebé de 18 meses, Harry Junior, al que le están saliendo los dientes; cuando durante el día es visitada inesperadamente por un vendedor de puerta en puerta, con algunos artefactos de lo más curiosos.
Un entretenido y pequeño cuento de ciencia ficción. Divertido. Jocoso. Corto. Bueno.
What every Child really does need is Neural Distorter. An ominous sounding name if there ever was one.
"I know just the thing," Porteous the Peddler said happily. "Here." He dipped into the glittering litter on the tray and handed Harry Junior a translucent prism. "A neural distorter. We use it to train regressives on Rigel Two. It might be of assistance."
"Speeds up the neural flow," explained the little man proudly. "Helps tap the unused eighty per cent. The pre-symptomatic memory is unaffected, due to automatic cerebral lapse in case of overload. I'm afraid it won't do much more than cube his present IQ, and an intelligent idiot is still an idiot, but—"
"Madam," said the Major Lord of Galactic Security with dignity, "I dislike violating local tabus, but must I explain the impact of a neural distorter on a backwater culture? What if your Neanderthal had been given atomic blasters? Where would you have been today? Swinging through trees, no doubt. What if your Hitler had force-fields?" He exhaled. "Where is your son?"
Hmmm, I suspect we'll soon have a Problem Child on our hands.
A Funny little story, 1950's Sci-Fi style, which doesn't take away from the Fun.
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I am not a big fan of sci-fi or short stories, but I really enjoyed this. A strange visitor, a stay at home (1950's mom and an 18 month old baby). She accepts two items from his tray with unexpected consequences.