Think? Boys, the massive brain practically fumed as I went back downstairs. I went out into the press room and I wondered what there was about a picture of a black cloud that could have upset the Stabilizer. I drifted out of the Prog Building and decided I'd better go down to the controller's office for another bluff, so I didn't drift any more. There was a pneumatic pick-up at the corner. I caught a capsule and clicked off the address on the dial. In three and a half minutes I was there. As I turned the overhead dome back and started to step out of my capsule, I found myself surrounded by the rest of the newspaper crowd. The _Ledger_ said: "Where you been, my friendly, we needed your quick brain but bad." I said: "I'm still looking for Hogan. I can't cover a thing until I've seen him. What's this need for brains?" "Not just any brains. Your brain." I got out of the capsule and showed my empty pocket. The _Ledger_ said: "We're not soaping you for a loan--we needed interpolation." "Aha?" The _Record_ said: "The dope means interpretation. We got one of those official releases again. All words and no sense." "I mean interpolation," the _Ledger_ said. "We got to have some one read implications into this barren chaff." I said: "Brothers, you want exaggeration and I'm not going to be it this time. Too risky." * * * * * So I trotted up the ramp to the main floor and went to the deputy vice's office and then I thought: "I've got a big thing here, why bother with the small fry?" I did a turnabout and went straight to the controller's suite. I knew it would be tough to get in because the controller has live secretaries--no voders. He also happens to have four receptionists. Beautiful, but tough. The first never saw me. I breezed right by and was in the second anteroom before she could say: "What is it, pa-lee-azz?" The second was warned by the bang of the door and grabbed hold of my arm as I tried to go through. I got past anyway, with two of them holding on, but number three added her lovely heft and I bogged down. By this time I was within earshot of the controller so I screamed: "Down with Stability!" Sure I did. I also shouted: "Stability is all wrong! I'm for Chaos. Hurray for Chaos!" and a lot more like that. The receptionists were shocked to death and one of them put in a call for emergency and a couple of guys hanging around were all for boffing me. I kept on downing with Stability and fighting toward the sanctum sanctorum et cetera and having a wonderful time because the three girls hanging on to me were strictly class and I happily suffocated on Exuberant No. 5. Finally the controller came out to see what made. They let go of me and the controller said: "What's the meaning of this?... Oh, it's you." I said: "Excuse it, please." "Is this your idea of a joke, Carmichael?" "No, sir, but it was the only quick way to get to you." "Sorry, Carmichael, but it's a little too quick."