But I would guess that a dwelling space...
for several hundred thousand of our people could easily be provided.
Well, I would hate to have to decide...
who stays up and who goes down.
Well, that would not be necessary, Mr.President.
It could easily be accomplished with a computer.
And the computer could be set and programmed...
to accept factors from youth, health...
sexual fertility, intelligence...
and a cross-section of necessary skills.
Of course, it would be absolutely vital...
that our top government and military men be included...
to foster and impart the required principles of leadership and tradition.
Naturally, they would breed prodigiously.
There would be much time and little to do.
But with the proper breeding techniques and a ratio of, say...
ten females to each male...
they could then work their way back to the present gross national product...
within 20 years.
But look, Doctor. Wouldn't this nucleus of survivors...
be so grief-stricken and anguished that they...
well, envy the dead and not want to go on living?
No, sir. Excuse me.
When they go down into the mine, everyone would still be alive.
There would be no shocking memories...
and the prevailing emotion will be one of nostalgia for those left behind...
combined with a spirt of...
bold curiosity for the adventure ahead!