Flux

There was a youth protest movement on the planet Jasper. Which should not have been anything new—there were always youth protest movements—and a planet like Jasper with its mixed colonies was entitled to them too. The difference was that these boys and girls had been made into human bombs—they blew up on contact. That was good enough reason to call in Ben Jolson of the galaxy-famous Chameleon Corps. Jolson could disguise himself as just about anything—doctor, lawyer, Indian Chief, or even icebox. But Jasper strained him to the limit. Not only did it house a mad combination of mad cultures, but someone else was doing the chameleon trick too—and besides, how do you go around looking like an exploding bomb?