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250 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published November 1, 1966
They have souls with only one scar, Svengaard thought.It was carved on them day by day, century by century, eon by eon - the increment of panic that their blessed foreverness might be illusion, that it might after all had an ending. He had never before suspected the price the Optimen paid for infinity. The more of it they possessed, the greater its value. The greater the value, the greater the fear of losing it. The pressure went up and up...forever.
But there had to be a breaking point. The Cyborgs had seen this, and in their emotionless manner had missed the real consequences.
The Optimen had themselves hemmed in with euphemisms. They had pharmacists, not doctors, because doctors meant sickness and injury, and that equalled the unthinkable. They had only their pharmacy and its countless outlets never more than a few steps from any Optiman. They never left Central and its elaborate safeguards. They existed as perpetual adolescents in their nursery prison.