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The Generator
Itwasthenthatadistantshapehadcomeswimmingforwardinhismind:theimageofamushroom-domedstructureinthemiddleofanIowaplain.
Allimageshadbeguntofuseinhismindthereafter.ProjectX—hehadthought,notknowingwhetheritwasthevisionofthatstructureorofafeudalcastlecommandingthecountryside,thatgavehimthesenseofanageandaworldtowhichhebelonged...I’mRobertStadler—hehadthought—it’smyproperty,itcamefrommydiscoveries,theysaiditwasIwhoinventedit...I’llshowthem!—hehadthought,notknowingwhetherhemeantthemanonthewindowsillortheothersorthewholeofmankind...Histhoughtshadbecomelikechipsfloatinginaliquid,withoutconnections:Toseizecontrol...
I’llshowthem!...Toseizecontrol,torule...Thereisnootherwaytoliveonearth...
Thesehadbeentheonlywordsthatnamedtheplaninhismind.Hehadfeltthattherestwascleartohim—clearintheformofasavageemotioncryingdefiantlythathedidnothavetomakeitclear.HewouldseizecontrolofProjectXandhewouldruleapartofthecountryashisprivatefeudaldomain.Themeans?Hisemotionhadanswered:Somehow.Themotive?HismindhadrepeatedinsistentlythathismotivewasterrorofMr.Thompson’sgang,thathewasnotsafeamongthemanylonger,thathisplanwasapracticalnecessity.
