One day he and the Professor had been sitting together in the school
chapel, talking leisurely.
"Well, you'll be out of school, soon," the Professor had said. "What
are you going to do?"
"Do? Work at one of the Government Research Projects, I suppose."
"And eventually? What's your ultimate goal?"
Kramer had smiled. "The question is unscientific. It presupposes such
things as ultimate ends."
"Suppose instead along these lines, then: What if there were no war
and no Government Research Projects? What would you do, then?"
"I don't know. But how can I imagine a hypothetical situation like
that? There's been war as long as I can remember. We're geared for
war. I don't know what I'd do. I suppose I'd adjust, get used to it."
The Professor had stared at him. "Oh, you do think you'd get
accustomed to it, eh? Well, I'm glad of that. And you think you could
find something to do?"