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The Generator
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Nooneanswered;theywereactingasiftheywishedthattheirpauses,nottheirwords,wouldstatewhattheywerediscussing.
"Itwon’twork,"saidTinkyHolloway,"Hewon’tgivein."
"That’swhatyouthink!"saidFerris,andchuckled,"Youhaven’tseenourexperimentalmodelinaction.Lastmonth,wegotthreeconfessionsinthreeunsolvedmurdercases."
"If..."startedMr.Thompson,andhisvoicecrackedsuddenlyintoamoan,"ifhedies,weallperish!"
"Don’tworry,"saidFerris."Hewon’t.TheFerrisPersuaderissafelycalculatedagainstthatpossibility."
Mr.Thompsondidnotanswer.
"Itseemstome...thatwehavenootherchoice..."saidMouch;itwasalmostawhisper.
Theyremainedsilent;Mr.Thompsonwasstrugglingnottoseethattheywerealllookingathim.Thenhecriedsuddenly,"Oh,doanythingyouwant!Icouldn’thelpit!Doanythingyouwant!"
Dr.FerristurnedtoLawson."Gene,"hesaidtensely,stillwhispering,"runtotheradio-controloffice.Orderallstationstostandby.TellthemthatI’llhaveMr.Galtontheairwithinthreehours."
Lawsonleapedtohisfeet,withasudden,mirthfulgrin,andranoutoftheroom.
Sheknew.Sheknewwhattheyintendeddoingandwhatitwaswithinthemthatmadeitpossible.Theydidnotthinkthatthiswouldsucceed.