"Our brothers!" we said. "We matter not, nor our transgression. It is only our brother men who matter. Give no thought to us, for we are nothing, but listen to our words, for we bring you a gift such as [-had-] {+has+} never been brought to men. Listen to us, for we hold the future of mankind in our hands." Then they listened. We placed our glass box [-upon-] {+on+} the table before them. We spoke of it, and of our long quest, and of our tunnel, and of our escape from the Palace of Corrective Detention. Not a hand moved in that hall, as we spoke, nor an eye. Then we put the wires to the box, and they all bent forward and sat still, watching. And we stood still, our eyes upon the wire. And slowly, slowly as a flush of blood, a red flame trembled in the wire. Then the wire glowed. But terror struck the men of the Council. They leapt to their feet, they ran from the table, and they stood pressed against the wall, huddled together, seeking the warmth of one another's bodies to give them courage. We looked upon them and we laughed and said: "Fear nothing, our brothers. There is a great power in these wires, but this power is tamed. It is yours. We give it to you." Still they would not move. "We give you the power of the sky!" we cried. "We give you the key to the earth! Take it, and let us be one of you, the humblest among you. Let us [-all-] work together, and harness this power, and make it ease the toil of men. Let us throw away our candles and our torches. Let us flood our cities with light. Let us bring a new light to men!" But they looked upon us, and suddenly we were afraid. For their eyes were still, and small, and evil. "Our brothers!" we cried. "Have you nothing to say to us?" Then Collective 0-0009 moved forward. They moved to the table and the others followed. "Yes," spoke Collective 0-0009, "we have much to say to you." The sound of their [-voices-] {+voice+} brought silence to the hall and to [-be-] {+the+} beat of our heart. "Yes," said Collective 0-0009, "we have much to say to a wretch who have broken all the laws and who boast of their infamy! How dared you think that your mind held greater wisdom [-that-] {+than+} the minds of your brothers? And if the [-Councils-] {+Council+} had decreed that you [-should-] be a Street Sweeper, how dared you think that you could be of greater use to men than in sweeping the streets?" "How dared you, gutter cleaner," spoke Fraternity 9-3452, "to hold yourself as one alone and with the thoughts of [-the-] one and not of [-the-] many?" "You shall be burned at the stake," said Democracy 4-6998. "No, they shall be lashed," said Unanimity 7-3304, "till there is nothing left under the lashes." "No," said Collective 0-0009, "we cannot decide upon this, our brothers. No such crime has ever been committed, and it is not for us to judge. Nor for any small Council. We shall deliver this creature to the World Council itself and let their will be done." We looked upon them and we pleaded: