- Agent Krzorxxx, you may now approach the throne.
- Your Majesty, I am overwhelmed. Allow me to express my humblest--
- Pish and tush, young fellow. They've given me half an hour with you, let's not waste it on empty phrases. Tell me about your latest mission.
- Sire, I doubt that the life of a minor contact agent will be of any--
- Krzorxxx, no false modesty. The Section Head is very pleased with you. He tells me you have received four commendations during the last hemi-cycle alone. He is particularly impressed with your performance on, hm, "Earth". I asked for a direct briefing. Pray begin.
- Ah, yes your Majesty. I am as always yours to command. The mission was a delicate one, the "Earth" civilization being near the Cusp but as yet by no means sure of attaining it--
- How do PsychEval estimate their chances?
- Currently about 21.3%, your Majesty. I am sorry I cannot report a better figure--
- Nonsense, Krzorxxx, you know as well as I do that it was under 10% when you left. Excellent work. Proceed.
- Thank you, your Majesty. I incarnated as a minor cleric named Emmy Noether--
- You again wished to improve the Earthlings' understanding of ethical matters?
- No, your Majesty. On this mission, we had determined that philosophy was more important. As your Majesty is aware, achievement of the Cusp depends on both--
- Indeed, indeed. Please go on.
- Yes, your Majesty. I obtained the confidence of the local priesthood using standard methods and was inducted into the fraternity as a lay member. Fortunately, I had direct access to some of the more powerful officials of the Temple of Göttingen--
- Fortunately, my foot. Good planning. Proceed.
- Yes Sire. I commenced the usual campaign of covert education following schedule 28b. Abstract algebra, algebraic topology, the use of symmetry in penetrating the veil of reality--
- This all went well?
- Very well, Sire. I believe, at any rate.
- Please tell me more about the symmetries. I have always had a weakness for that subject.
- Sire, I could naturally only sketch out the most elementary aspects. But I was able to suggest the quantitative relationship between symmetry and constancy in a way that excited the attention of a few priests. These Earthlings are not as lacking in intelligence as some people make out. I remember two in particular, "Weyl" and "Einstein"--
- Krzorxxx, your sympathy for these primitive savages does you credit, but you must keep your affections firmly under control. We cannot afford to lose any more field operatives. That is an order.
- Yes Sire.
- So, symmetries and conservation. On my home planet, as you are perhaps aware, we have a rather pleasant poem which expresses the fundamental theorem. I remember learning it when I was still a larval form.
- I know it well, Sire.
- But no doubt it was hard to translate into the Earthling tongue?
- I did my best, Sire. They grasped the ideas quite quickly. They have already advanced to an incomplete understanding of the inertial field.
- Have they indeed?
- Yes Sire. A certain "Higgs"--
- Your Section Head was not exaggerating, Krzorxxx. You have done well.
- Thank you, Sire.
- In fact, I cannot help wondering if you may not have done too well. You have observed the Prime Directive at all times?
- Scrupulously, Sire.
- There is no chance that any of the Earthlings could have suspected your true nature?
- None, Sire.
- And how can you be so sure?
- It is a little complicated to explain, Sire. I incarnated as a woman--
- A "woman"?
- Sire, the Earthlings are sexually differentiated. In the reproductive process, the "woman" occupies a position regarded as inferior due to--
- Spare me the details, Krzorxxx. If I understand you correctly, you are saying this biological curiosity is enough to protect you? There is no chance the Earthlings will notice that all their key philosophical insights over the last centicycle come from one source?
- No Sire. I know it sounds far-fetched, but PsychEval tested it thoroughly. Over 99%. They ran extensive simulations. The only Earthlings who have even a theoretical possibility of noticing are a few mathematicians.
- "Mathematicians"?
- An obscure mystical cult, your Majesty. There are no more than a handful of them. If necessary, they can easily be eliminated.
- You no doubt understand the necessity for these questions, Krzorxxx?
- I do, your Majesty.
- Your answers are satisfactory. I confirm your immediate promotion.
- Sire, I am at a loss for words. I most abjectly--
- Save your breath, young fellow. And keep up the good work.
- Thank you, Sire.
- No need, Senior Agent Krzorxxx. Dismissed.