"Do we have to send a detail in a jeep to do that twice a day?" Gofredo asked. "We keep a snooper over the village; fit it with a loud-speaker and a timer; it can give them their _thugg-thugg_, on schedule, automatically." "We might give the Lord Mayor a recording and a player and let him decide when the people ought to listen--if that's the word--to it," Dorver said. "Then it would be something of their own." "No!" He spoke so vehemently that the others started. "You know what would happen? Nobody would be able to turn it off; they'd all be hypnotized, or doped, or whatever it is. They'd just sit in a circle around it till they starved to death, and when the power-unit gave out, the record-player would be surrounded by a ring of skeletons. We'll just have to keep on playing it for them ourselves. Terrans' Burden." "That'll give us a sanction over them," Gofredo observed. "Extra _thugg-thugg_ if they're very good; shut it off on them if they act nasty. And find out what Lillian has in her voice that the rest of us don't have, and make a good loud recording of that, and stash it away along with the rest of the heavy-weapons ammunition. You know, you're not going to have any trouble at all, when we go down-country to talk to the king or whatever. This is better than fire-water ever was." "We must never misuse our advantage, Luis," Meillard said seriously. "We must use it only for their good." He really meant it. Only--You had to know some general history to study technological history, and it seemed to him that that pious assertion had been made a few times before. Some of the others who had made it had really meant it, too, but that had made little difference in the long run. Fayon and Anna were talking enthusiastically about the work ahead of them. "I don't know where your subject ends and mine begins," Anna was saying. "We'll just have to handle it between us. What are we going to call it? We certainly can't call it hearing." "Nonauditory sonic sense is the only thing I can think of," Fayon said. "And that's such a clumsy term." "Mark; you thought of it first," Anna said. "What do you think?" "Nonauditory sonic sense. It isn't any worse than Domesticated Type C, and that got cut down to size. _Naudsonce._" * * * * *