"When he discovers he's been fooled, it's possible he might head for Titan and try to loot the settlement. We have to be ready. For several weeks we'll have to be on guard. The space ship will be camouflaged. For awhile we'll suspend building operations. "We'll be ready for offense and defense. We have three life boats which are maneuverable in empty space or in an atmosphere. These life boats must be equipped with food, with water, with weapons. I'm calling for volunteers to help me with that job." It was a rude shock to Unterzuyder when Fayette became the first volunteer. By the fourth day, the life boats were deadly offensive craft. Unterzuyder paid particular attention to one of the life boats himself. Quite accidentally, it became loaded down with extra weapons and supplies. Only one thing bothered him. Fayette was underfoot all the time. As the time of leaving approached, his nerves began to get the better of him. The time, however, _did_ come. At 22:04 on the fifth day, in the middle of the sleeping period, he dialed open the airlock door to the blister in which the stout little life boat nestled. He closed it behind him, turned around. Fayette was standing at the hatch of the little ship, slickly dressed in shiny boots, smart beige jodphurs, and a blouse open at the throat. She was holding her pet neutron gun with the snout pointed toward him. She was smiling confidently. "Ralph," she said, "in my hand I hold a weapon. It is not indirect. It is not subtle. It does not practice deceit. It does not give half-answers. It says 'yes,' and it says 'no'. That's all it says. "It also _gets_ yes and no answers. "But don't be afraid of me, Ralph. I'm here to help you!" He found his voice. "Help me? I need no help! I work alone!" "Nobody works alone, Ralph. Ask Captain Foshag. Most people run on compulsive commands given them by people who might even be dead. Parents mostly. Positive suggestion. The mind works that way. "Sometimes people are made to feel they're unhealthy, only they aren't really. Or they're told their eyes are bad. Or that they're superior to other people. "It's just as if--" she frowned hard as if looking for an example "--as if _your_ parents were sitting inside that smart blonde head of yours, Ralph, and telling you to free the Unterzuyders from their sleep. It's something you feel you _have_ to do. "But you _don't_ have to, Ralph. I'm here to help you." He stared at her, stunned. He drew himself up arrogantly. "Put down that gun, Fayette." If anything, she held the gun more firmly, and moved it three inches toward him. "Don't mistake me, Ralph," she said, her eyes cold. "This is a yes and no game. No maybes or ifs. If you say yes when the gun says no, that's too bad. If you say no when the gun wants yes, _that's_ too bad. You see how straightforward the three of us are? "But I and my pet neutron gun will give you time to think. "Tell me how you found X." * * * * *