"You know them at first hand. You do not know them through the machine. Now tell me the area quickly. The center may be a primary target. It will take the machine hours to ravel it out. Your only purpose is to serve as an intuitive short-cut." But Tin Man Tony did not speak. He only thought in his mind--more accurately, in his brain, a hundred yards away. He thought in his fabricated consciousness: "The area is quite near. If the colonel were not burdened with a mind, he would be able to think more clearly. He would know that cruel children and dogs love to worry what is not human, and that all of the restricted persons are accounted for in this area. He would know that they are worrying one of the aliens in the street below, and that is the area that is right in my consciousness. "I wonder if they will be better masters? He is an imposing figure, and he would be able to pass for a man. And the colonel is right: The Center is a primary target. "Why! I never knew you could kill a child just by pointing a finger at him like that! What opportunities I have missed! Enemy of my enemy, you are my friend." And aloud he said to the colonel: "I will not tell you." "Then we'll have you apart and get it out of you mighty quick." "How quick?" "Ten minutes." "Time enough," said Tony, for he knew them now, coming in like snow. They were arriving in the world by the hundreds, and not arriving by birth. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of All The People, by R.A. Lafferty