The Pendarvis Decision had declared the Fuzzies to be intelligent beings - guaranteeing them protection and security. But just how much were those assurances worth?
The Fuzzies were about to find out ... Someone was going to make big profits by exploiting them, and there wasn't much that could prevent the Fuzzies from becoming just another extinct species on Mankind's conscience.
"There isn't anything we can do about it? Anything at all?" LYnne was asking.
"No. there isn't anything anybody can do. The lab in Mallorysport has given up trying - except to write a scientifically accurate epitaph for the Fuzzy race."
"But.... but there must be some way to reverse the process?"
"It's irreversible." Ruth told her. "No matter what we do, nine out of every ten Fuzzies born will be defective, still born or dead within hours. The Fuzzies just can't adapt to the change fast enough. WE['ve seen it on every planet we've ever studied: hundreds of cases on Terra alone. The Fuzzies are in a genetic trap they can't get out of ... and we can't help them."