I am always happy to assist readers in distress. Recently I received this letter.
Dear Dr Troppo,
Despite a protective screen of refractor rays, my gulch has been invaded by a small army of talking tin cans with sink plungers for hands. The leader of these metallic looters says that unless I give them the plans to my motor they will exterminate me and everyone else in the gulch. I assured them that I would rather have it crumble and vanish forever than allow it to be seized by force.
Since they seemed to be highly technologically advanced I assumed that they would respond to reason. I explained to them that to force a man to drop his own mind and to accept your will as a substitute, with a gun in place of a syllogism, with terror in place of proof, and death as the final argument — is to attempt to exist in defiance of reality. Their leader then fired a death ray at my house and vaporised it.
The looters have now been here a week and I have had a chance to observe them more closely. They are completely immune to emotions like pity, guilt, compassion or fear. They exhibit no understanding of altruism (which suggests that they are not entirely without virtue).
My problem is this — in many ways these creatures appear to more rational than I am. They propelled themselves across the galaxy in a flying saucer, effortlessly disabled my refractor rays and are clothed in metal alloys that are lighter and stronger than Rearden Metal. Given their obviously superior mental and technological abilities, is it possible that their system of values is more rational than my own?
Mr Galt, to help you with your problem I need to know a little bit more about your visitors. Do they look anything like this?
Do readers have any suggestions for Mr Galt?