_Always in control_, thought Jane. _Of himself and, if circumstances would allow, of everybody._ "We don't have to build any extra machines," said Carroad. "A certain amount will be built, anyway, to detect traitors and enemies. These can be used in hospitals, when not in use elsewhere, to condition the unborn. Wait. I will show you how simple, inexpensive, and swift the operation is." He gestured to Cramer. Cramer, the muscles twitching at the corners of his mouth, looked at Jane. His eyes tried desperately to tell her that he had to obey Carroad's orders. But, if he did, would he be understood, would he be forgiven? Jane could only sit in the chair with a face as smooth and unmoving as a robot's and allow him to decide for himself without one sign of dissent or consent from her. What, after all, could either do unless they wished to die? Cramer adjusted the controls. Even though Jane knew she would feel nothing, she trembled as if a fist were poised to strike. * * * * * Bright peaks and valleys danced on the face of the oscilloscope. Carroad, watching them, gave orders to Cramer to move the prongs in minute spirals. When he had located the area he wished, he told Cramer to stop. "We have just located the exact chain of neurones which are to be altered. You will hear nothing from the speaker because the embryo, of course, has no language. However, to show you some slight portion of Cervus' capabilities, Cramer will stimulate the area responsible for the rho waves before we begin the so-called inhibiting. Watch the 'scope. You'll see the waves go from a regular pulse into a wild dance." The cyclopean eye of the oscilloscope became a field of crazed lines, leaping like a horde of barefooted and wire-thin fakirs on a bed of hot coals. And a voice boomed out, "_Nu'sey! Nu'sey! Wanna d'ink!_" Jane cried out, "God, what was that?" The Secretary was startled; Cramer's face paled; Carroad was frozen. But he recovered quickly, and he spoke sharply. "Cramer, you must have shifted the prongs so they picked up Jane's thoughts." "I--I never touched them." "Those were not my thoughts," said Jane. "Something's wrong," said Carroad, needlessly. "Here. I'll do the adjusting." He bent the prongs a fraction, checked the controls, and then turned the power on again. The mechanical voice of Cervus spoke again. "_What do you mean? What're you saying? My father is not crazy! He's a great scientist, a hero of the State. What do you mean? Not any more?_" The Secretary leaped up from the chair and shouted above Cervus' voice, "What is this?" Carroad turned the machine off and said, "I--I don't know." Jane had never seen him so shaken. "Well, find out! That's your business!"