Any outside interference would have shattered the thing he tried to do.
He had to really need her.
Well, it's all right now.
The timing was just about perfect."
"You're sure, Stanford?"
"Sure?
Certainly I am sure.
We created the android and we trained her.
We instilled a deep maternal sense into her personality.
She knows what to do.
She is almost human. She is as close as we could come to a human mother eighteen feet tall.
We don't know what Young's mother looked like, but chances are he doesn't either.
Over the years his memory has idealized her.
That's what we did.
We made an ideal mother."
"If it only works," said Riggs.
"It will work," said Stanford, confidently.
"Despite the shortcomings we may discover by trial and error, it will work.
He's been fighting himself all this time.
Now he can quit fighting and shift responsibility.
It's enough to get him over the final hump, to place him safely and securely in the second childhood that he had to have.
Now he can curl up, contented.
There is someone to look after him and think for him and take care of him.
He'll probably go back just a little further ... a little closer to the cradle.
And that is good, for the further he goes, the more memories are erased."
"And then?" asked Riggs worriedly.
"Then he can proceed to grow up again."
They stood watching, silently.
In the enormous house, lights came on in the kitchen and the windows gleamed with a homey brightness.
I, too, Stanford was thinking. Some day, I, too. Young has pointed the way, he has blazed the path. He had shown us, all the other billions of us, here on Earth and all over the Galaxy, the way it can be done.
There will be others and for them there will be more help.
We'll know then how to do it better.
Now we have something to work on.
Another thousand years or so, he thought, and I will go back, too. Back to the cradle and the dreams of childhood and the safe security of a mother's arms.
It didn't frighten him in the least.