On a 160-acre estate 60 miles north of Manhattan, it was like commencement time, but the class that, graduated last week was no ordinary one. The average age of its twelve members was 64. All had retired, and all had come to the Cold Spring Institute having no idea what to expect. As a matter of fact, the institute had no definite idea either. Still in its infancy, the institute had embarked on a bold experiment to find some sort of answer to an increasingly urgent problem: what to do about the growing population...
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