"But I didn't take over," Bridey the _Herringbone_ said complacently. "I merely remained quiescent and content in the knowledge of my power until yours failed. Without me, you would even now be spinning in the vasty voids, a chrome-trimmed sepulcher. Now, three times as swiftly as before, shall I bear you back to the planet you very naively call home." "Not three times as fast, please!" Iversen was quick to plead. "The ship isn't built--_we're_ not built to stand such speeds." The ship sighed. "Disappointment needs must come to all--the high, the low, the man, the spaceship. It must be borne--" the voice broke--"bravely. Somehow." "What am I going to do?" Iversen asked, turning to the first officer for advice for the first time ever. "I was planning to ask for a transfer or resign my command when we got back to Earth. But how can I leave Bridey in the hands of the IEE(E)?" "You can't, sir," the first officer said. "Neither can we." "If you explain," Harkaway offered timidly, "perhaps they'll present the ship to the government." Both Iversen and the first officer snorted, united for once. "Not the IEE(E)," Iversen said. "They'd--they'd exhibit it or something and charge admission." "Oh, no," Bridey cried, "I don't want to be exhibited! I want to sail through the trackless paths of space. What good is a body like this if I cannot use it to its fullest?" "Have no fear," Iversen assured it. "We'll just--" he shrugged, his dreams of escape forever blighted--"just have to buy the ship from the IEE(E), that's all." "Right you are, sir," the first officer agreed. "We must club together, every man Jack of us, and buy her. Him. It. That's the only decent thing to do." "Perhaps they won't sell," Harkaway worried. "Maybe--" "Oh, they'll sell, all right," Iversen said wearily. "They'd sell the chairman of the board, if you made them an offer, and throw in all the directors if the price was right." "And then what will we do?" the first officer asked. "Once the ship has been purchased, what will our course be? What, in other words, are we to do?" It was Bridey who answered. "We will speed through space seeking, learning, searching, until you--all of you--pass on to higher planes and, leaving the frail shells you now inhabit, occupy proud, splendid vessels like the one I wear now. Then, a vast transcendent flotilla, we will seek other universes...." "But we don't become spaceships," Iversen said unhappily. "We don't become anything." "How do you know we don't?" Smullyan demanded, appearing on the threshold. "How do you know what we become? Build thee more stately spaceships, O my soul!" Above all else, Iversen was a space officer and dereliction of duty could not be condoned even in exceptional circumstances. "Put him in irons, somebody!" "Ask Bridey why there were only forty-five spaceships on his planet!" the doctor yelled over his shoulder as he was dragged off. "Ask where the others went--where they are now."