But it was not organization in itself that was the worst of it. It was the fact that the only way to control the other side's penned chrysalids was to break down a wall in the pen, or to build a larger pen including many of the smaller ones. And, again, it was too late, now, to decide who had been at fault. _Who first invented War?_ The way to survive war is to wage more decisive war. The chrysalids had to survive. They learned. They ... progressed? ... by so doing. They progressed from bows to ballistas to bombs. From arbalests to aircraft to A-bombs. Phosphorus. Chlorine. HE. Fragmentation. Napalm. Dust, and bacteriological warfare. Thermopylae, Crecy, the Battle of Britain, Korea, Indo-China, Indonesia. And try to believe as you sit here, Insurgent, that none of this is real, that it is all a phase, acted out by dolls of your own creation in a sham battle that is really only a bad dream in the unfamiliar bed of a lodging for the night! _Chrysalids they might be, Insurgent_, he lashed himself, _but it was the greed and suspicion of all your kind--Insurgent and Watcher alike--that set this juggernaut to rolling!_ He took another sip of coffee, and almost gagged as he realized it had grown cold. He got up and walked into the kitchen with the cup in his hand. He threw the rest of the coffee in the sink, washed out the cup, and turned on the burner under the coffeepot. One more thing--one more development, born of suspicion. For the original one-Watcher plan had been abandoned, of course. And here, again, there was no telling whose blame it was. _Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?_ Who will watch the Watchers? There had been many Watchers to a generation--how many, no one knew. They balanced each other off, and they checked the random number of Insurgents who awoke in each generation. So, more Insurgents awoke to check the Watchers--and, more. In spite of what the Transylvanians believed, a wolf is no match for a man, except under special conditions. A tiger can pull a man down--but cannot fire back at the hunters. A seal is prey to the Eskimo. So, "werewolves." Child of fear, of Watcher propaganda, and of one-tenth fact. The animals were Insurgent chrysalids, right enough. But, for an awake Insurgent to compete with a Watcher, the Insurgent, too, had to be a man--or something like it. The coffee had warmed up. He poured himself a fresh cup, and added cream and sugar absently. The refrigerator was empty. He reached in and turned it off. No more need for that, after tonight. So, that was the power the Insurgents had. The only power, and the Watchers had it, as well. They could resolve their chrysalids into any form they chose--realign. A wolf could become a man--_without_ hair on his palm, and _with_ garlic on his breath, if he so chose. A man--a Watcher, of course--could become a wolf. Thus, the final development. Espionage and counter-espionage. Infiltration. Spying, if you chose.