The primitive native Mocklins are so enamored of humans that they want to be just like us. But the humans soon discover that imitation can be both flattering and deadly.
In the far flung future, after Earth begins colonizing the far reaches of space, a race of Moklins is found. Humans consider them to be at the bottom of the barrel, little more than dunces, or dumb animals. Is there any potential to be found in a Moklin? They are so adorable, so who would want to be mean to them?
An inspector sent from the government learns about the friendly Moklins. They seem to have such sweet, and tender dispositions. Miss Cauldwell is determined to round up as many Moklins as she can, and though her guide tries to tell her about Moklin behavior, and how they tend to mimic how they’re treated by humans, she doesn’t want to hear it.
Is she being close minded as she tries to consider the race as worthy as humans? Do the Moklins really have human potential? Is the wisdom of the tour guide based on practical observance, or is it all bigotted folly?
Miss Cauldwell is the first woman to the settlement, and the men figure that when Moklins start mimicking her, taking on her physical appearance and mannerisms, it’ll prove their point. What if they dont though, will it prove that she’s right? Moklins sure like humans, and it doesn’t take long for new babies to appear, all taking on the appearance that Moklins like the most. In fact, Moklins have become so good at evolving to look like humans that it’s soon hard to tell them apart. Moklins are good folk an all, but would it really be wise to take any off the planet, or intermarry with them?
PS: Sort of a wierd story on excellerated, self controlled evolution.