The robot operator broke into his thoughts. "Medicouncilor Thorton has been located." An older man looked out of the screen, competent, forceful. "I'm on my way to the satellites of Jupiter. I'll be in direct range for the next half hour." At such distances transmission and reception were practically instantaneous. Cameron was assured of uninterrupted conversation. "It's a good thing you called. Have you got the Solar Committee reply?" "This morning. I saw no reason to hold it up. I just finished giving Docchi the news." "Dispatch. I like that. Get the disagreeable job done with." The medicouncilor searched through the desk in front of him without success. "Never mind. I'll find the information later. Now. How did Docchi react?" "He didn't like it. He was mad clear through." "That speaks well for his bounce." "They all have spirit. Nothing to use it on," said Dr. Cameron. "I confess I didn't look at him often though he was quite presentable, even handsome in a startling sort of way." Thorton nodded brusquely. "Presentable. Does that mean he had arms?" "Today he did. Is it important?" "I think so. He expected a favorable reply and wanted to look his best, as nearly normal as possible. In view of that I'm surprised he didn't threaten you." Cameron tried to recall the incident. "I think he did, mildly. He said something to the effect that I'd be surprised how _they_ got what they wanted." "So you anticipate trouble. That's why you called?" "I don't know. I want your opinion." "You're on the scene, doctor. You get the important nuances," said the medicouncilor hastily. "However it's my considered judgment they won't start anything immediately. It takes time to get over the shock of refusal. They can't do anything. Individually they're helpless and collectively there aren't parts for a dozen sound bodies on the asteroid." "I'll have to agree," said Dr. Cameron. "But there's something that bothers me. I've looked over the records. No accidental has ever liked being here, and that covers quite a few years." "Nobody appreciates the hospital until he's sick, doctor." "I know. That's partly what's wrong. They're no longer ill and yet they have to stay here. What worries me is that there's never been such open discontent as now." "I hope I don't have to point out that someone's stirring them up. Find out who and keep a close watch. As a doctor you can find pretexts, a different diet, a series of tests. You can keep the person coming to you every day." "I've found out. There's a self-elected group of four, Docchi, Nona, Anti and Jordan. I believe they're supposed to be the local recreation committee." The medicouncilor smiled. "An apt camouflage. It keeps them amused." "I thought so too but now I'm convinced they're no longer harmless. I'd like permission to break up the group. Humanely of course." "I always welcome new ideas."