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           "Don’tjuststandthere!Dosomething!Fixit!Iorderyoutofixit!"

           "ButIdon’tknowwhat’swrongwithit,"saidtheman,blinking.

           "Thenfindout!"

           "HowamItofindout?"

           "Iorderyoutofixit!Doyouhearme?Makeitwork—orI’llfireyouandthrowyouinjail!"

           "ButIdon’tknowwhat’swrongwithit."Themansighed,bewildered."Idon’tknowwhattodo."

           "It’sthevibratorthat’soutoforder,"saidavoicebehindthem;theywhirledaround;Galtwasstrugglingforbreath,buthewasspeakinginthebrusque,competenttoneofanengineer."Takeitoutandpryoffthealuminumcover.You’llfindapairofcontactsfusedtogether.Forcethemapart,takeasmallfileandcleanupthepittedsurfaces.Thenreplacethecover,plugitbackintothemachine—andyourgeneratorwillwork."

           Therewasalongmomentoftotalsilence.

           ThemechanicwasstaringatGalt;hewasholdingGalt’sglance—andevenhewasabletorecognizethenatureofthesparkleinthedarkgreeneyes;itwasasparkleofcontemptuousmockery.

           Hemadeastepback.Intheincoherentdimnessofhisconsciousness,insomewordless,shapeless,unintelligiblemanner,evenhesuddenlygraspedthemeaningofwhatwasoccurringinthatcellar.

           HelookedatGalt—helookedatthethreemen—helookedatthemachine.