Cercy stood for a moment, staring at the paper. Chaos ... Medusa ... and the organizing principle! Of course! "I think--" He turned and ran from the room. Malley looked at him; then loaded a hypodermic and followed. * * * * * In the control room, Cercy shouted Harrison into consciousness. "Listen," he said, "I want you to build something, quick. Do you hear me?" "Sure." Harrison blinked and sat up. "What's the rush?" "I know what Darrig wanted to tell us," Cercy said. "Come on, I'll tell you what I want. And Malley, put down that hypodermic. I haven't cracked. I want you to get me a book on Greek mythology. And hurry it up." Finding a Greek mythology isn't an easy task at two o'clock in the morning. With the aid of FBI men, Malley routed a book dealer out of bed. He got his book and hurried back. Cercy was red-eyed and excited, and Harrison and his helpers were working away at three crazy looking rigs. Cercy snatched the book from Malley, looked up one item, and put it down. "Great work," he said. "We're all set now. Finished, Harrison?" "Just about." Harrison and ten helpers were screwing in the last parts. "Will you tell me what this is?" "Me too," Malley put in. "I don't mean to be secretive," Cercy said. "I'm just in a hurry. I'll explain as we go along." He stood up. "Okay, let's wake up the Ambassador." * * * * * They watched the screen as a bolt of electricity leaped from the ceiling to the Ambassador's bed. Immediately, the Ambassador vanished. "Now he's a part of that stream of electrons, right?" Cercy asked. "That's what he told us," Malley said. "But still keeping his pattern, within the stream," Cercy continued. "He has to, in order to get back into his own shape. Now we start the first disrupter." Harrison hooked the machine into circuit, and sent his helpers away. "Here's a running graph of the electron stream," Cercy said. "See the difference?" On the graph there was an irregular series of peaks and valleys, constantly shifting and leveling. "Do you remember when you hypnotized the Ambassador? He talked about his friend who'd been killed in space." "That's right," Malley nodded. "His friend had been killed by something that had just popped up." "He said something else," Cercy went on. "He told us that the basic organizing force of the Universe usually stopped things like that. What does that mean to you?" "The organizing force," Malley repeated slowly. "Didn't Darrig say that that was a new natural law?" "He did. But think of the implications, as Darrig did. If an organizing principle is engaged in some work, there must be something that opposes it. That which opposes organization is--" "Chaos!" "That's what Darrig thought, and what we should have seen. The chaos is underlying, and out of it there arose an organizing principle. This principle, if I've got it right, sought to suppress the fundamental chaos, to make all things regular.