"Our brothers! You are right. Let the will of the Council be done upon our body. We do not care. But the light? What will you do with the light?" Collective 0-0009 looked upon us, and they smiled. "So you think [-that-] you have found a new power," said Collective 0-0009. "Do {+you think+} all your brothers think that?" "No," we answered. "What is not thought by all men cannot be true," said Collective 0-0009. "You have worked on this alone?" asked International 1-5537. [-"Man-] {+"Yes," we answered. "What is not done collectively cannot be good," said International 1-5537. "Many+} men in the Homes of the Scholars have had strange new ideas in the past," said Solidarity 8-1164, "but when the majority of their brother Scholars voted against them, they abandoned their ideas, as all men must." "This box is useless," said Alliance [-6-4349.-] {+6-7349.+} "Should it be what they claim of it," said Harmony 9-2642, "then it would bring ruin to the Department of Candles. The [-andle-] {+Candle+} is a great boon to mankind, as approved by all men. Therefore it cannot be destroyed by the whim of one." "This would wreck the [-Plans-] {+plans+} of the World Council," said Unanimity 2-9913, "and without the Plans of the World Council the sun cannot rise. It took fifty years to secure the approval of all the Councils for the Candle, and to decide upon the number needed, and to re-fit {+the+} Plans so as to make candles instead of torches. This touched upon thousands and thousands of men working in scores of States. We cannot alter the Plans again [-to-] {+so+} soon." "And if this should lighten the toil of men," said Similarity 5-0306, "then it is a great evil, for men have no cause to exist save in toiling for other men." Then Collective 0-0009 rose and pointed at our box. "This thing," they said, "must be destroyed." And all the others cried as one: "It must be destroyed!" Then we leapt to the table. We seized our box, we shoved them aside, and we ran to the window. We turned and we looked at them for the last time, and a rage, such as [-it-] is not fit for humans to know, choked our voice in our throat. "You [-fools"-] {+fools!"+} we cried. "You fools! You thrice-damned fools!" We swung our fist through the windowpane, and we leapt out in a ringing rain of glass. We fell, but we never let the box fall from our hands. Then we ran. We ran blindly, and men and houses streaked past us in a torrent without shape. And the road seemed not to be flat before us, but as if it were leaping up to meet us, and we waited for the earth to rise and strike us in the face. But we ran. We knew not where we were going. We knew only that we must run, run to the end of the world, to the end of our days.