* * * * * A wave of emotion blasted into his mind, driving him by its very force into the deep recesses behind his wall of gray, into a cosmos of mind wrenching pain. "No!" the thought blasted into him. "No human can have the power to destroy me! It can't exist. _You_ can't exist another instant, with the danger to me!" In agony Earl reached out, meshing little by little with his conscious mind, _feeling_ its terror and fear of death, calming it, controlling it with all the infinite skill he had learned during the past weeks. And even as he gained control against the will of the Cyberene he realized with a sinking feeling the essential weakness of his plan. Nadine! He had been criminally stupid, blinded by emotion toward her. She was conditioned from birth to accept the domination of the mind of the Cyberene. Sweating with the terrible effort it took to hold on, he forced his muscles to permit him to turn toward her. His worst fears were realized. She stood there, her face a calm mask that revealed no emotion. Abruptly the raging force of thought and searing torture from the Cyberene calmed. In its place was cold triumph. "So you have been able to defeat me in your own mind," it said. "You made _your_ error in calculation too. Nadine Holmes. She is mine." "Nadine Holmes?" It was Nadine who uttered the two words, her lips trembling with terrible effort, beads of sweat dotting her smooth forehead. Hope surged into Earl's thoughts. "But you can't allow her to live either, can you?" he said. "In another moment you must destroy us both, so that nothing can ever threaten your existence. We will have only another minute or two before you reach into us, plunging us into the gray swirling mists of death, where we will be separated forever. _There is no way we can avoid that now, is there?_" Nadine had turned toward Earl, every muscle of her slim body protesting under the domination of the Cyberene. Earl was forgotten by the Brain as it concentrated on the battle against Nadine. She held out her arms, perspiring with the effort. "Kiss me, Earl Frye," she whispered. A blast of fear flowed into Earl's mind. He fought to the surface of thought, clinging there, calming himself. But defeat was close--impossible to avoid. It had been a wonderful plan to destroy this thing that ruled the minds of men, making them its slaves. Resistance was useless. In another moment he would be dead. Bitterly, hopelessly, with infinite sadness, he said, as though somewhere long ago he had repeated it before, a tender ritual whose meaning now escaped him, "The pleasure is all mine, Nadine Holmes." Their lips met with the tenderness of farewell. * * * * *