Earl closed his eyes. It was the end. In another moment he would die. He had failed. He held this in his mind's eye. With a mixture of sadness and tenderness, and bitterness, he said, "The pleasure is all mine, Nadine Holmes," and tripped the relay with his fingers. Would it work? After the hundredth try he began to wonder. But the repeated words with their inflections, their subtle differences in repetition, had to build up in the Brain, synthesize, associate with the sensation of the tripping of the relay--and _connect_. There was as yet no _mind_ functioning in that mass of glass and nerve fluid. No ready made paths to coordinated concepts, conscious thought. It was the next day before his fingers felt the relay trip of its own accord. _Drama_, he thought, feeling the thrill of that sentient movement. He said nothing to Nadine, not wanting to end their game. And the next time the relay didn't trip. And the next. But the next time it did, and the next and the next.... * * * * * "You're done?" Dr. Glassman said, rubbing his hands in great satisfaction. He lowered his voice to a whisper. "What is the code word?" Earl winked at Nadine, then looked around in a pretense at making sure no one could hear. "We picked L.S.M.F.T.," he whispered. "I figured that since a cigarette company had used that in its advertising years ago, it would never be used again by anybody." "Excellent!" Glassman beamed. "Excellent! To think that by uttering those five letters this entire project, representing millions of dollars--before it's a completely integrated Mind--can be _shattered_." He looked around him, exuding a sense of his newly acquired power. "And," Earl said ruefully, "I guess that winds up everything for me in Project Brain, doesn't it? I hope so. I could use a vacation." Dr. Glassman looked slyly from Earl to Nadine. "Are congratulations in order?" Earl bent swiftly and whispered in Glassman's ear, "I haven't asked her yet. I wanted to wait until our work was over. You know, business before pleasure." "Ha ha!" Glassman chuckled knowingly, looking at Nadine with an I-know-a-secret look. "You're a man after my own heart, Earl." Then, more soberly, "Yes, I guess you are due for a vacation. And your consultant duties are finished, Dr. Holmes. I'll miss both of you." Earl and Nadine left Glassman outside the Brain, and returned to the lab annex. They didn't speak as they walked down the hall to Earl's lab. They stood just inside the door, looking over the scene of machines and instruments and tables and bottles which had been their surroundings for so long. Earl looked at the lab table where he had first seen Nadine, so many days--it seemed ages--ago. He would never see this place again. He entertained no illusions about the future. The Cyberene would never permit them to return to 1980. With heavy feet he went across the lab to his living quarters. He began packing, and Nadine sat on the arm of a chair, watching.