Lindsay glanced at Maria, who sat huddled beside her father beyond the president. To break the suspense he whispered to Nina, "What about _her_?" Nina whispered back, "I've got it taped. I'm going to give her a nice empty job on the moon--one with a big title attached. It will get her out of the way--she can't do any harm there--and make her feel she's _doing_ something. Besides"--a faint malicious pause--"there are still four men to every woman on Luna. And they aren't choosy." "You're a witch," said Lindsay. He snickered and someone shushed him. Looking up he saw that things were happening. "In exactly"--du Fresne glanced up at a wall chronometer--"six seconds Giac will give its answer." They seemed more like six years to Lindsay. Then the alabaster stele in the center of the floor came abruptly to life. A slow spiral of red, composed of a seemingly endless stream of high mathematical symbols, started up from its base, worked rapidly around and around it like an old-fashioned barber-pole's markings, moving ever upward toward its top. "Effective--very effective," murmured President Giovannini. Suddenly a voice sounded, a pleasant voice specially geared to resemble the voice of the greatest of twentieth-century troubadors, Bing Crosby. It said, "Interplanetary unity depends upon computer illogic." There was a gasp--a gasp that seemed to emerge not only from the company present but, in reverse, through the vidarcasters from the entire listening world. President Giovannini, suddenly white, said inelegantly, "Son of a bitch!" Nina laughed out loud and gripped Lindsay's arm tightly. "You've done it, darling--you've _done_ it!" she cried. "On the contrary," he said quietly, "_I_ haven't done it; du Fresne did it." And as he looked toward the Minister of Computation that little man fainted. * * * * * But Giac kept right on. It blanked out briefly, then once more the spiral of red figures began to work its way around and up the stele. And once again the pleasant voice announced, "Interplanetary unity depends upon computer illogic." It blanked out, began again. And this time, from somewhere in the building, came the thud of a muffled explosion. A spiral of green symbols began to circle the stele, then a spiral of yellow. The red reached the top first and the Bing Crosby voice began again, "Interplanetary unity de--" The green and yellow spirals reached the top. A few seconds of sheer Jabberwocky emerged from the loudspeaker, ending in a chorus of, "Illogic, illogic, illogic...." with the words overlapping. Panic began to show itself. The president gasped and Maria suddenly shrieked. Frightened onlookers crowded toward the door. The president looked from the machine to Lindsay, bewildered. Lindsay got up and strode toward the microphone by the stele. He shouted into it, "Turn off the computer--turn it _off_."