"Unsatisfactory results," she said. "They could not adjust psychologically to changed conditions. They usually became unbalanced. Some suicides and a number of cases of extreme schizophrenia resulted. It was decided that it was no kindness to the older space-struck cases to bring them back." "But you brought me back?" "Yes." "Why?" "There were good reasons." She was, clearly, evading that question. She went on quickly. "The psychological shock of awakening would have been devastating, if you were not prepared. So, while you were still under sedation, I used the hypnopedic method on you. Your unconscious was aware of the main facts of the situation before you awoke, and that cushioned the shock." Kieran thought of himself, lying frozen and dead in a graveyard that was space, bodies drifting in orbit, circling slowly around each other as the years passed, in a macabre sarabande-- A deep shiver shook him. "Because all space-struck victims were in pressure-suits, dehydration was not the problem it could have been," Paula was saying. "But it's still a highly delicate process--" He looked at her and interrupted roughly. "What reasons?" And when she stared blankly, he added, "You said there were good reasons why you picked me for revival. What reasons?" Her face became tight and alert. "You were the oldest victim, in point of date. That was one of the determining factors--" "Look," said Kieran. "I'm not a child, nor yet a savage. You can drop the patronizing professional jargon and answer my question." Her voice became hard and brittle. "You're new to this environment. You wouldn't understand if I told you." "Try me." "All right," she answered. "We need you, as a symbol, in a political struggle we're waging against the Sakae." "The Sakae?" "I told you that you couldn't understand yet," she answered impatiently, turning away. "You can't expect me to fill you in on a whole world that's new to you, in five minutes." She started toward the door. "Oh, no," said Kieran. "You're not going yet." He slid out of the bunk. He felt weak and shaky but resentment energized his flaccid muscles. He took a step toward her. The lights suddenly went dim, and a bull-throated roar sounded from somewhere, an appalling sound of raw power. The slight tingling that Kieran had felt in the metal fabric around him abruptly became a vibration so deep and powerful that it dizzied him and he had to grab the stanchion of the bunk to keep from falling. Alarm had flashed into the woman's face. Next moment, from some hidden speaker in the wall, a male voice yelled sharply, "Overtaken--prepare for extreme evasion--" "Get back into the bunk," she told Kieran. "What is it?" "It may be," she said with a certain faint viciousness, "that you're about to die a second time." 3. The lights dimmed to semi-darkness, and the deep vibration grew worse. Kieran clutched the woman's arm. "What's happening?" "Damn it, let me go!" she said.