Jasso laid the bulky report on his superior's desk. "No one living can solve the problem," he said. Tern stared at him quizzically and leaned back in the cushioned chair behind his desk. "That's encouraging," Tern said with a wry smile. "The second generation?" "The probabilities are high. The most likely father is a man named Lao Protik, a psycho-artist living in Nuyork." "The mother?" Jasso grinned, a flashing grin in a dark face. He sank into a chair, pulled out a cigarette pack and offered o