Garry sadly shook his head. "'There is no known deterrent from
harmfully selfish action except fear of punishment. Nor can there be a
healthy mind as long as there exists a debt to conscience.'"
The flyer was easing out into the night, toward that red star of evil.
"You say Mars isn't called Mars any more?" he called hoarsely, pressing
desperately against the hard crystal.
"No," Garry called softly and the quiet words were still very clear.
"Now they call it Hell."