She had a long printed sheet from the roll presently. She frowned at it and turned to me. "You can take this along and study it," she said, "but I'm afraid what you have in mind may be--a little difficult." She must have guessed what I had in mind. I said, "I didn't think it would be easy." "It seems that the only agency authorized to change a State Serial under any circumstances is Opsych." "Opsych?" You can't keep up with all these departments. "The Office of Psychological Adjustment. They can change you if you go from a lower to higher E.A.C." "I don't get it, exactly." As she spoke I had the idea that there was sympathy in her voice. Just an overtone. "Well," she said, "as you know, the post a person is qualified to hold often depends largely on his Emotional Adjustment Category. Now if he improves and passes from, let us say, Grade 3 to Grade 4, he will probably change his place of work. In order to protect him from any associative maladjustments developed under the old E.A.C, he is permitted a new number." I groaned. "But I'm already in the highest E.A.C.!" "It looks very uncertain then." "Sometimes I think I'd be better off in the mines, or on Marscol--or--in the hell of the pre-atomics!" She looked amused. "What did you say your E.A.C. was?" "Oh, all right. Sorry." I controlled myself and grinned. "I guess this whole thing has been just a little too much for me. Maybe my E.A.C.'s even gone down." "That might be your chance then." "How do you mean?" "If you could get to the top man in Opsych and demonstrate that your number has inadvertently changed your E.A.C., he might be able to justify a change." "By the State, he might!" I punched my palm. "Only how do I get to him?" "I can find his location on the cyb here. Center One, the capital, for a guess. You'll have to get a travel permit to go there, of course. Just a moment." She worked at the machine again, trying it on general data. The printed slip came out a moment later and she read it to me. Chief, Opsych, was in the capital all right. It didn't give the exact location of his office, but it did tell how to find the underground bay in Center One containing the Opsych offices. We headed back through the passageway then and she kept well ahead of me. I couldn't keep my eyes from her walk, from the way she walked with everything below her shoulders. My blood was pounding at my temples again. I tried to keep the conversation going. "Do you think it'll be hard to get a travel permit?" "Not impossible. My guess is that you'll be at Travbur all day tomorrow, maybe even the next day. But you ought to be able to swing it if you hold out long enough." I sighed. "I know. It's that way everywhere in Northem. Our motto ought to be, 'Why make it difficult when with just a little more effort you can make it impossible?'" * * * * *