"No! Do you know what mnemonic erasure _means_? They'll strip away all your memories, everything but the basic pattern of your reflexes and reactions. Everything that is Dan Mannion will be erased, discarded, thrown away." Tears appeared in the corners of her eyes. "I'll be declared a widow, officially. And your body will be given a new name, a different identity. You'll be re-educated as someone else." Mannion nodded bleakly. "I know. What can I do? Dubrow's my Commander; he _has_ to be telling the truth. I don't remember anything. Perhaps I went temporarily out of my mind, did an insane thing, and now my consciousness has blanked out that period. It doesn't matter. I killed 12 men by my actions, Ginny." "No! No!" "I'm afraid so," Mannion said. "And I'll take my punishment for it now." He turned away, not wanting to see his wife's tearstreaked face. A torrent of conflicting emotions raged within him despite the calm exterior he maintained. All his life he had dreamed of the Patrol and its glory; he had worked toward that one end. Four years at the Academy, two more in apprentice-work, then finally the commission and the assignment to Iapetus. And what happened? A moment of insanity, perhaps--or downright conspiracy with an android to overthrow the Project by violence? He didn't know. He would never know. All he knew was he had done some mad act and now he would pay for it. His marriage, his career, even his identity itself, would be taken from him. An orderly touched his arm. "The court's returning to order, Lieutenant Mannion. Please resume your place." "Sure. Sure, I'm going." He kissed his wife tenderly and started up the row of steps to take his place in the prisoner's dock. * * * * * Commander Harkness was staring grimly at him. The verdict, when it came, would be no surprise; from the nature of Mannion's lack of defense, it would be a foregone certainty. "Lieutenant Mannion, you're aware of the nature of the crime you're charged with?" "Yes, sir." "The only witness against you has been your former Commander, Lee Dubrow. You have not made any statements in your own defense." "No, sir." "In view of this situation, the court has no recourse but to find you guilty of insubordination in the highest degree, conspiracy, malicious attack upon an officer with intent to aid in mutiny." Mannion bowed his head. "Yes, sir," he said in a half-audible tone. "The punishment for these crimes in necessarily severe," the judge went on. "Naturally, we're unable to put into effect what would normally have been the penalty 300 years ago. The death penalty is obsolete. However, I hereby pronounce a sentence amounting to execution upon the personality, mind, and accumulated memories of the man formerly known as Daniel Mannion." "You mean mnemonic erasure, sir?"