"There." Jordan dully punched the telecom selector and a view became fixed on the screen. In the center glimmered a tiny world, a fragment of a long-exploded planet. Their destination was easily recognizable. It was Handicap Haven. "But why do we want to go there?" asked Anti. She looked in amazement at Docchi. "We're not going voluntarily," he answered, his voice flat and spent. "We're going where the Medicouncil wants us to go. We forgot about the monitor system. When Nona activated the gravital unit, that fact was indicated at some central station. All the Medicouncil had to do was use the monitor to take the gravital drive away from Nona." "We thought we were running away from the ships, which we were, but only to beat them back to the junkpile?" asked Anti. Docchi nodded. "Well, it's over. We did our best. There's no use crying about it." Yet she was. She passed by Nona, patting her gently. "It's all right, darling. You tried." Jordan followed her from the compartment. Cameron remained; he came over to Docchi. "Everything isn't lost," he said, somewhat awkwardly. "You're back where you started from, but Nona at least will benefit." "Benefit?" said Docchi. "Someone will. It won't be Nona." "You're wrong. Now that she is an important factor--" "So is a special experimental machine. Very valuable. I don't think she'll like that classification." Silence met silence. It was Dr. Cameron who turned away. "That ghastly glow of yours when you're angry always did upset me. I'll come back when it's dimmer." Docchi glared after him. Cameron was the only normal aware that it was Nona who controlled the gravital unit. All the outside world could realize was that it was in operation, as it had been designed to work, but never had. If Cameron could be disposed of-- He shook his head. It wouldn't solve anything. He might fool them for a while. They might think he was responsible. In the end, they'd find out. Nona wasn't capable of that much deception, for she never knew what a test was. He went over to her. Once he had hoped.... It didn't matter what he had hoped. She looked up and smiled. She had a right to. No word had ever broken the silence of her mind, but now she was communicating with something, whatever it was that an electronic brain could say. Of course she didn't understand that the conversation was taking place between two captives, herself and the gravital computer. Abruptly he turned away. He stopped at the telecom panel and methodically kicked it apart. Delicate tubes smashed into powder. The emergency radio he thoroughly demolished. The ship was firmly in the grip of the gravital monitor. There was nothing he could do about that. All that remained was to protect Nona from their prying minds as long as he could. She didn't hear the noise, or didn't care. She sat there, head in her hands, calm and smiling. * * * * *