But Griffin had been born again. He had a new body, and now, in the barest infancy of his new life, with sixty or seventy or eighty years of life left before him, he was on the first lap of the journey--to the stars. This was the price-tag, this was how the government was using the techniques which gave men new lives--in order to carry Earth to the stars. VI And then he decided that they weren't going to get away with it. His despair was giving way to a burning rage. He was trapped, and he knew it, and the very helplessness infuriated him. He had never been on a ship before, he knew nothing about controls, or lifeboats, or navigation, but he knew a little about engines. Properly treated, they would drive a space ship. Improperly treated, they could explode. He knew it would mean his life, and he didn't care any more. He started back through the cabin to the hatchway at the rear. It was closed. He fell upon it savagely, struggling to throw it open. "That won't do any good," a voice said behind him. "It's locked." He whirled, staring at the black-haired girl as if she were a ghost. And then he began kicking at the hatch again. "I'll break it open, then," he snarled, "and if you don't like it, that's too bad--" "Stop it!" The girl was upon him now, wrenching at his wrist. "Stop it, you silly fool, and listen to me for a minute--" "I listened to you before, and you sold me out." He struggled to break away from her. "I don't know where you were hiding, but you sold me out. It was a great act, but it's over now, and now you can go with me--" Then she said: "The ship will touch on Titan for an hour or more. You can leave it then, if you like." His jaw sagged, and he stared at her, the fear and bitterness and despair giving way to confusion. "On--Titan?" "That's what I said. You didn't think you'd be awake and able to move about now if the ship were headed out, did you? You'd be under deep-sleep for two weeks. Use your head." He gaped at her. His thinking began tumbling down around his ears, and he grasped at it wildly. "But it's going out--" "Oh, yes. It's going out--from Titan. With a full load. Men and women aboard, voluntarily aboard. Men and women just like you." "Then it is true. We grow old and start to die, and they take us to the Center and make us new again, so we can be shanghaied aboard ships and driven out to the stars, whether we like it or not. What's the matter--is the government afraid of us? Or is it just greedy to hand the people Centauri on a silver platter?" "I said you could get off on Titan if you want," the girl snapped. "Sure," he sneered. "I believe you. Anything you say now, I believe it. Go ahead, say something more. Say something about the rest of the suckers that are coming through now, the ones who think they can have a new life without a price-tag on it. How about them? Can they get off on Titan too?"