"And it's the real reason, isn't it, that you wanted to call them fakes? Couldn't bear the idea of the precious culture of Earth taking a back seat to anything." "That sounds good, coming from one of our top-notch scientists. The daughter and pupil of Fowler Griffin. One of our most respected...." "Did you think we weren't human? Are scientists something to be worshipped?" Cragin looked at her for a long, steady moment. He was mixed up again, and she was doing it. "Without our science, Miss Griffin, we'd've all died five hundred years ago. Maybe that's why it takes top rating back home. What our men of science say we can do, we do--what they say we can't, we know we can't. It's that simple, only I don't see why I'm telling you this. For five centuries men have known from the day they could talk what their lives would be from that day to their deaths, and from one end of the universe their forbears had mastered to the other. It's all mapped out. It has to be, because the scientists tell us--they draw the maps. We follow them." The girl was silent then for a long time, and Cragin fell to wondering exactly what she was getting at. Or maybe--maybe it was just the strain, or the shock of realizing that there were scientists who were of greater stature than Earth's, and it was they who truly ruled. But the girl still had him mixed up. There was a sudden gasp from her and he turned his head. The blackness in the telescreen had suddenly become punctured with white-hot, burning dots of light. Dots of light, perfectly aligned, in long, straight rows--a gateway! A gateway of stars, forged by the hands of those who owned all Space and Time, put into position to notify the entire cosmos that here for all who might seek it was the entrance to the home of the Owners! For a moment Cragin could say nothing. He had seen their cloaked captor give a demonstration of raw power. And here was its counterpart at the other end of the ultimate in mastery--unvarnished, positive control. They owned a universe, and were its architects as well. "Ten million miles wide!" the girl breathed. "A light-year long if it's a foot," Cragin said in a low voice. "And at the end--" * * * * * They watched as the pattern shifted; the dots grew larger until they were coruscating balls of white flame. And then, with a majestic slowness, the entrance to the gateway became a static, unchanging picture of unprecedented geometric symmetry. "It's--we've stopped," the girl said. "Cut our gun, that's all. Probably waiting for clearance to enter. The whole damn fleet of us." "It's--it's pompous ridiculousness!" Her voice was edged with frustrated anger and it mounted as she spoke. "A gateway, a show-piece--a stupid affectation of the ultimate in egocentricity! With or without their little pathway, there's all of Space from which to make an approach--"