At a signal, a Watcher opened a door at one side of the room. A young girl and a man and woman, were led into the room. They were led to a spot to stand directly in front of the examiners. "You are Rebels. Is that true?" barked the leader of the Watchers, who was conducting the examination. None of the three answered. "You have been planning to destroy the city of Dreamtown?" the man asked. Again no one protested. He looked up. "You deny these charges?" He paused and then directed his attention to the girl before him. "Your name!" "Nancy Corbett," the girl said. "Perhaps you will tell us why your people are being so foolish." Nancy smiled at the man, and spoke quietly. "We don't believe we are being foolish." The man laughed aloud and the others joined him. Brant turned to Gil. "She's not bad looking." "Do your Rebels really believe you can destroy us?" "We don't want to destroy you," Nancy replied. "We have no intentions of doing that. We believe you are making many mistakes here in Dreamtown and we believe things must be changed," she said. "And how do you intend to do that?" Nancy didn't answer. The man stood up quickly and leaned across the desk. "Then you admit you are trying to destroy the way of life we have built up here," he shouted. "No!" the man next to Nancy answered suddenly. "We've told you. We feel it is wrong and must be changed." "We want things back the way they were before you came," the woman said. "What do you mean?" the man roared again. "We want to read books and we want to hear the old music again. We want to raise our children the way they should be raised." "When we win we are going to rebuild the schools," Nancy said quickly. "Silence!" the man thundered. A man at the end of the desk rose. "Didn't you always have enough to eat when you lived in Dreamtown?" he asked. Again no one answered. "Didn't you have enough to do for entertainment?" He looked from face to face before him. "Didn't you enjoy yourselves here?" he asked. Nancy stepped forward. "That's just it! Here all we were able to do, all we were allowed to do, was enjoy ourselves. But only in your ways. Some of us felt there were better ways to enjoy ourselves than with parties and festivals and sensation pills." "What ways?" the man asked quietly. The man next to Nancy spoke. "We wanted time to think. Some of us wanted to paint or write books." "We wanted to be with our children," the woman said. "Surely you realize by now," the man continued from behind the desk, "how insignificant these things are in comparison to the progress we've made in Dreamtown. Paintings done by hand cannot equal our paintings that are done mechanically. And as for books. One must be alone to read books and we believe that people should be together and share with one another."