I: THREEDAY NIGHT Exceptional noses with aquiline bridges and upswept tips marked the six adult couples who drifted past me through the valve into the astraplane, Ap-GG-12C. They were large, tanned, blue-eyed, brown-haired people; and they wore white coveralls stamped, in strange letters, "Recessive—Alien Status." The varied children with them were designated simply, "Alien." Another big man, almost identical with the male emigrants, but dressed in a spotted fur G-suit, floated out of the old sh