"No," said Morgan. "Truth is an accordance--an agreement--between an idea and a fact. If I toss a coin, I can make two statements. I can say it will come up heads, or I can say that it will come up tails. One sentence is true and one is false. A precognizer simply knows which statement is true. I don't, but he does." "It's still prophecy," objected Bors. "Oh, no!" protested Morgan. "A precognizer-talent doesn't prophesy! All he can do is recognize that an idea he has now matches an event that will happen presently. He can't extract ideas from the future! He can only judge the truth or falsity of ideas that occur to him. He has to think something before he can know it is true. He _does not get information from the future!_ He can only know that the idea he has now matches something that will happen later. He can detect a matching--an agreement--perhaps it's a mental vibration of some sort. But that's all!" "I asked if I would capture a cargo-ship on Tralee--" "And I said I didn't know! Of course I said so! How could anybody know such a thing except by pure accident? A precognizer might think of nine hundred and ninety-nine ways in which you might try to capture that ship. They could all be wrong. He might say you wouldn't capture it. But you might try a thousandth way that he hadn't thought of! All he can know is that some idea he has concocted matches--some instinct stirs, and he _knows_ it's true! That's why one man can precognize dirty tricks. His mind works that way! We've got a woman who knows, infallibly, who's going to marry whom! That's why the ship-arrival precognizer can say a ship's coming in. His mind works on such things, and he has a talent besides!" "There are definite limits, then." "What is there that's real and hasn't limits?" demanded Morgan. The door opened and Gwenlyn came in. Bors rose, looking pleased. "I'm telling him the facts of life about precognition," Morgan told her. "I think he understands now." "I don't agree," said Bors. Gwenlyn said amusedly, "Two of our Talents want to talk to you, Captain. You might say that they want to measure you for rumors." "They what?" demanded Bors, startled. "The Talent who predicts dirty tricks," said Gwenlyn, "is going to work with the woman who broadcasts daydreams. They'll be our Department of Propaganda." Bors said uncertainly, "But there's no point in propaganda! It's determined." "I know!" said Morgan complacently. "The high brass has made a decision. A perfectly logical decision, too, once you grant their premises. But they assume that Talents, Incorporated, given some co-operation, of course, lacks the ability to change the situation. In that they're mistaken." "Father hopes," said Gwenlyn amiably, "to modify the situation so their assumptions will lead logically to a different conclusion. Apparently they're going to change their minds!" Bors objected. "But you can't know the future!"