_Upon the occasion of the opening of the Shrine, the replica of our early civilization will be begun as it was on (January 3, 1953). The population, having been impregnated with the proper memories, will be permitted to go about their lives unhampered._ Karnes stopped again and reread the paragraph he had just written. It sounded different when it was on paper. The dates, for instance, he had put in parentheses because that was the way he had understood them. But he knew that whoever had made the mind-impressor didn't use the same calendar he was used to. He frowned at the paper, then went on typing. _Part Three: Conduct of Students._ _Students wishing to study the Shrine for the purpose of (unintelligible again) must obtain permits from the Galactic Scholars Council, and, upon obtaining such permits, must conduct themselves according to whatever rules may be laid down by such Council._ _Part Four: Corrective Action to be Taken._ _At certain points in the history of ancient Earth, certain crises arose which, in repetition, would be detrimental to the Shrine. These crises must be mitigated in order that--_ Karnes stopped. That was all there was. Except--except for one more little tail end of thought. He tapped the keys again. (_Continued on Stratum Two_) _Whatever in hell that means_, he thought. He sat back in his chair and went over the two sheets of typed paper. It wasn't complete, not by a long shot. There were little tones of meaning that a printed, or even a spoken word couldn't put over. There were evidences of a vast and certainly superhuman civilization; of an alien and yet somehow completely human way of thinking. But that was the gist of it. The man he had seen in that new building at Carlson Spacecraft was no ordinary human being. That, however, didn't bother Karnes half so much as the gray globe the man had disappeared into after he had been shot at. And Karnes knew, now, that the shots probably hadn't missed. The globe was one of two things. And the intruder had been one of two groups. (A) One of the Surveyors of Ancient Earth, in which case the globe had been a--well, a time machine. Or (B) A student, in which case the machine was a type of spacecraft. The question was: Which? If it were (A), then he and the world around him were real, living, working out their own destinies toward the end point represented by the man in the gray globe. But if it were (B)-- Then this was the Shrine, and he and all the rest of Earth were nothing but glorified textbooks! And there would come crises on the Shrine, duplicates of the crises on old Earth. Except that they wouldn't be permitted to happen. The poor ignorant people on the Shrine had to be coddled, like the children they were. Damn! Karnes crumpled the sheets of paper in his hands, twisting them savagely. Then he methodically tore them into bits. * * * * *