"It's fully Gunthered," Lola explained. "It works itself. That is, almost all the time. Whenever we land on any planet for the first time, one of us has to control it. Or for any other special job not in its memory banks. When you're ready for us to land I'll show you--it's my turn to work." "Miss Flurnoy, have they cleared the air over Pylon Six?" "Yes, sir. Clearance came through five minutes ago. They are holding it clear for us." "Thank you. Miss Montandon, you may land at your convenience." "Thank you, sir." Lola took the pilot's chair. "This is the scanner. I pull it over my face and head, so. Since I am always in tune with the field...." "What does _that_ mean?" Entlore asked, dark foreboding in his mind. "I was afraid of that. You can't feel an Operator Field. I'm sorry, sir, but that means you can't handle these forces and never will be able to. Certain Gunther areas of your brain are inoperative. On our scale you are a Gunther First...." "On ours, I'm an Esper Ten, the highest rating in the world--except for a few theoretical crackpots who.... Excuse me, please, I shouldn't have said that, in view of what I see happening here." "No offense taken, sir. Those who developed the Gunther Drive were crackpots until they got the first starship out into space. But with this scanner on, I think of where I want to look and I can see it. I then think the ship a few miles sidewise--so--and we are now directly over your Pylon Six. I'm starting down, but I won't go into free fall." Apparent weight grew less and less, until: "This is about enough for you, Miss Flurnoy?" "Just," the ComOff agreed, with a gulp. "One pound less and I'm afraid I'll upchuck that lovely lunch I just ate." "We're going fast enough now. Everyone sitting down? Brace yourselves, please. You'll be about fifty percent overweight for a while." * * * As bodies settled deeper into cushions Entlore sent Garlock a thought. "We three weigh about five hundred pounds. You lifted us--instantaneously or nearly so, but I'll pass the question of acceleration for the moment--eleven hundred miles straight up. How did you repeal the Law of Conservation?" "We didn't. We have fusion engines of twenty million horsepower. Our Operator Field, which has a radius of fifteen thousand miles and is charged to an electrogravitic potential of one hundred thousand gunts, stores energy. Its action is not exactly like that of an electrical condenser or of a storage battery, but is more or less analogous to both. Thus, the energy required to lift you three came from the field, but the amount was so small that it did not lower the potential of the field by any measurable amount. Setting this ship down--call it sixty thousand tons for a thousand miles at one gravity--will increase the field's potential by approximately one-tenth of one gunt. Have you studied paraphysics?" "No."