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"I'm not so sure," he interrupted. "And Lloyd will need one point of
information that only I can give him. I'll tell it to you, just in case." He
held up his hand to stop any further disclaimers from Grace, and said,
"Tell him that the Plan is in the hospital, the main hospital. I put it
there for safekeeping a long, long time ago. It would become
radioactive, of course, but the Plan was useless until all radiation
outside the Hive was gone, anyhow. Besides, radiation preserves
things; I'm proof of that. Tell him it's in the safe in the administrator's
office. The combination's the same as Lloyd's Voteplate number. I
saw to that when it was issued."
"Mr. Bodger—!" Grace said, nearly in tears. "I don't understand any of
this! What Plan!? What radiation outside the Hive!? It doesn't make
sense—"
"Lloyd will understand."
"But even if he does," she said, "he doesn't have his Voteplate
anymore...."
"Doesn't?" Bodger said, frowning, then his face cleared. "Even so, he
must know the number by heart, I should think. Anyway, it's in the
files in my office.... But I don't quite understand—Why doesn't he
have it? He had it when I passed out, didn't he?"
"Yes, but in order to command the Goons, he took Stanton's, and left
his own in Stanton's pocket, probably to avoid having to answer
questions about possession of two plates if he was searched or
something...."
"Stanton's got the plate?!" Bodger said, sitting up. "If he knew its
significance—!" He shook his head, trying to disabuse himself of a
nagging worry. "He can't, of course. But it's awkward, him having it.
Lloyd will have to get it back, or he can't key the dial of the safe with
it."

He swung his legs off the bed, suddenly, and stood up. Grace
grabbed his arm when he swayed a bit, but then he steadied himself
and shrugged her off. "I'm all right," he said. "I just don't like Stanton's
having that plate."
"Does it matter so much?" Grace asked. "Even if Lloyd forgot the
number, or the files were lost and he couldn't get a new plate made
up—Surely the safe can be broken into?"
Bodger nodded. "Of course it can. But Stanton, with Lloyd's plate,
wouldn't need to take so much time. And he could destroy The Plan
in a very few minutes." He went toward the door to the corridor. "I'll
feel much better when I've checked on him, Grace."
Grace hesitated, then ran after him. "Lloyd wants me to stay with you.
You're still not over your seizure, you know."
"Worrying about Stanton's not going to make me any calmer," Bodger
said, stubbornly. "If you insist, come along."

He entered the living room and crossed to the door. Beside the door
was a small metal box inset into the wall. Bodger opened the lid of
this and touched a button. From a speaker in the box, a voice said,
hollow and efficient, "Orders."
"A Goon escort for Secondary Speakster Bodger and Miss Grace
Horton, at Unit B, Hundred-Level."
"Destination."
"Unit—" Bodger looked at Grace.
"M-13," she reminded him. "On ninety-three."
"Unit M-13, Ninety-Three Level."
"Orders."
"All orders conveyed."
Frank, hovering at that moment in puzzlement outside Unit A,
wherein he had expected to find Andra and the others beginning a
revolt, saw—through the Ultrablack-negating picture on the prop-
Goon's cathode screen—the rectangle of light appear when Bodger
opened the front door of his own unit across the street while he and
Grace awaited their escort. Bodger's and Stanton's Units were not
subject to Ultrablack, of course, interiorly. It had been the unforeseen
darkness in Stanton's windows that had left Frank in immobile
puzzlement on the walk before the Unit.
Seeing Bodger and Grace in the doorway, he turned the wheels of his
ponderous vehicle and rolled their way, hoping for information as to
Andra's whereabouts. He had just come within a few feet of the
twosome, and was about to climb out the back panel when Bodger
spoke, hearing the sound of the arriving prop-Goon and thinking it
was his requested escort.
"What are you waiting for? We're in a hurry."
Bodger spoke blindly, unable to penetrate the black pall beyond his
doorway. Frank hesitated, then decided not to reveal himself as yet.
As tonelessly as possible, he spoke to Bodger in the required
formula. "Orders."
"You have your orders," Bodger snapped, too keyed up to note any
deviation in the accustomed path of the—he assumed—robotic voice.
"Take us to Miss Horton's Unit at once."
Frank, believing Stanton was still there, had a chill of apprehension.
This man, the Secondary Speakster, might not be on the side of
revolt; after all, why should he be? For all he knew, Andra was dead,
and Bodger was now on his way back to release the President. The
whole business of socking him might have been a blind, to win her
confidence, and worm the names of the movement's members from
her.
"Do you hear me?" Bodger said, although Frank's worried pause had
been barely a moment's duration. "Take us at once. All orders
conveyed."
Frank manipulated the arm of the hollow robot up into the doorway,
and Bodger, seeing it, took hold. Grace took Bodger's other hand,
and then Frank, needing time to think the thing out, turned the bulk of
his machine about slowly and began to roll toward the lift. He thought
of getting Bodger and the Horton girl out in the toils of Ultrablack and
then suddenly deserting them, but hesitated to try it; they might, after
all, be what he'd begun to believe they were: sympathetic with the
movement. Their reasons for the return to the girl's Unit might be
even Anti-Hive in nature. Frank did not know what to do, so he simply
kept moving, got aboard the lift, and thumbed the ninety-three button
after Bodger and Grace Horton were safely within the gates.

The lift dropped smoothly seven levels, then halted, and the gate
swung automatically open. And there, his eyes hidden behind a
peculiar faceplate, stood Fredric Stanton, hand in hand with Robert
Lennick.
"Bodger!" Stanton exploded, seeing him through the filter of his
facepiece. Bodger, hearing the voice in the darkness, drew back into
a corner of the lift, staring wide-eyed, futilely, for the other man, trying
to hide the slim body of Grace Horton behind him, fearing a repeat of
Stanton's attack with the Snapper Beam.
"Where is he!?" she gasped, terrified by that disembodied, menacing
voice in the blackness. Stanton, secure in his invisibility, stepped into
the lift, ignoring the metal body of the supposed Goon, and slapped
Bodger viciously across the face. While Bodger choked at the
unexpected blow, and brought his hand up to his injured mouth,
Frank realized there was no longer a doubt where the sympathies of
the Secondary Speakster lay, and with one swing of the jointed metal
arm of the prop-Goon, he knocked Stanton unconscious with a blow
to the base of the skull.
"What happened?" Grace shrilled, clinging to Bodger.
Lennick, deprived of his guide, groped forward in panic, calling, "Mr.
Stanton—!" Frank spun the controls, and the metal arm swung up
and clasped Lennick viciously about the throat, lifting his kicking body
clear off the floor.
"Bodger—!" Frank called out, enjoying the icy terror that flickered in
Lennick's congested face at the sound of his voice. "Stanton's out
cold at your feet. He has some sort of facepiece he can see with. Put
it on!"
Bodger, utterly bewildered as to the sudden turn of events,
nevertheless did as directed, and straightened up adjusting the filter
over his eyes. When he saw the grisly tableau of Lennick and the
prop-Goon, he stepped back, agape with shock. Frank answered his
query before Bodger's reeling mind could formulate it coherently.
"This is a movie prop. I'm Frank Shawn, a member of Andra's
movement, Bodger. And this wriggling worm in my hands is the guy
who tried to undo all of us!"
"Frank ... please...." Lennick gurgled, his eyes distending while his
hands tore vainly at the heavy metal hands that were tightening about
his windpipe.
"Let him go," Bodger said impatiently. "He can't get far in Ultrablack,
anyhow! We've got to get to Lloyd, my son. He's down at the Brain,
now. With Stanton in our power, we can free the Hive forever in an
hour's time!"
Frank looked at the face of his erstwhile friend, Robert Lennick, and
suddenly had no more stomach for murder. He let go, and as Lennick
dropped to the floor of the lift and started to double over, gulping air,
Frank sent the left arm of the prop-Goon up in an arc that swatted
him backwards onto the street outside the gate. Lennick scrambled
blindly to his feet, screaming, "Frank! Don't leave me, Frank!" He
dashed forward, misjudged his angle, and crashed head-on into a
building wall. Frank thumbed the lift-button for Sub-Level One, and let
the closing gate blot Lennick from his sight. The lift began to drop,
swiftly.
Lennick, after lying painfully on the ground until his addled senses
returned, got up on hands and knees, groggily shaking his head.
Then, in the darkness, he heard rolling wheels, coming nearer.
"Help!" he cried. "This way! Help!"
The rumbling veered in his direction at once, and then a Goon's
unseen arms were lifting him to his feet. "The President—!" Lennick
cried. "He's in danger!"
A moment's hesitance, and the Goon flatly replied, "The President is
in no danger. He has been taken to the Brain at his own request,
under competent escort."
Lennick, suddenly divining what must be the case, said, "His plate!
Someone must have his plate, then, because—"
"You are bleeding," the Goon said dispassionately.
Bob's fingers came up to his face and he winced at the smarting pain
their exploration produced at the point where he had struck the
building wall. "It's nothing," he said, impatiently. "We've got to—"
"We will take you for hospitalization at once," said the voice of the
Goon in the blackness.
"Hospitalization?" Bob said, irritably. "Don't you guys understand?
The President—" And then it sank in. "No!" he shrieked. "You can't!
I'm on your side!"
Other sets of heavy wheels rolled nearer, and inflexible metal fingers
closed over his arms. The Goons began to roll ponderously off, with
Bob firmly in their grasp. He was still shrieking when the mouth of the
incinerator chute enveloped him.

Lloyd and Andra were awaiting the lift at Sub-Level one, guided in the
blackness by the Goon who had led them to the control chamber,
when Bodger and the others arrived. Stanton, only semi-conscious,
was being held upright in the arms of the prop-Goon, lest a real Goon
pick him up for "treatment" because of his bruises, one on the back of
his head where Frank had connected, the other glowing a steadily
darker purple on his jaw where Bodger's knockout punch had landed
earlier. Lloyd, sensing the tenancy of the lift even in the blackness,
drew back apprehensively, and then his father's voice was speaking
to him in assurance.
"Whatever orders you've given your guide, son, take them back.
We've got you-know-who, and we're taking him to the Brain with us."
Andra's fingers closed joyously over Lloyd's own at the words, but he
pulled his fingers free and slipped Stanton's Voteplate into his guide's
chest-slot.
"Last order countermanded," he said to the Goon. "We have no
further need of you. All orders conveyed." The Goon removed the
plate, handed it to him, and wheeled off into the darkness. "Dad!" he
spoke, then. "I found out so much, from the Brain! The Plan—for
reactivating the ten cities—The Brain said you knew where it was."
"Grace will tell you, son," said Bodger. "Meantime—" he pressed
Lloyd's own Voteplate into his hand "—take this, you'll need it. And
give me Stanton's. I'm taking him down to the Brain. I may have to
break his arm for him, but he's going to call off the Goons before I'm
through."
"Mr. Bodger—" Frank said, taking out Stanton's preempted Snapper
and holding it forward into the darkness. "This may come in handy for
persuasion. There's no need your overtaxing yourself."
Bodger reached out and took it from him. "Thank you, Shawn. Rest
assured I'll be only too glad to use it on him if he balks." Bodger
motioned to Frank, still in the prop-Goon. "See if you can shake him
awake, or something. I don't know how he can get down the ladder
except on foot, much as I'd like to drop him into the chamber, if I
thought it wouldn't break his rotten neck."
Frank did so, gladly, while Grace, fumbling for and finding Lloyd in the
darkness, clung to him in joy and relief. He found himself liking it, and
slipped his arms around her to enjoy it the better.
"Frank—" Andra said, slowly, hurt. "We found out, from the Brain, that
Bob—Bob's in Stanton's pay."
"We found out, too, Andy," Frank said from inside the pseudorobot.
"The hard way. We left him in Ultrablack on ninety-three. The louse
had freed Stanton, and—"
"He's coming to," Bodger said.

In the agitated shaking of the metal hands that supported him by the
upper arms, Stanton blinked wildly at Ultrablack, and choked out, "Let
me go! I demand that you release me!"
"You're no longer in a position to demand anything," Bodger said
softly. "I have your skinny carcass covered with a Snapper. You may
as well relax."
"Bodger.... What are you going to do?" Stanton said, no longer
fighting the grip of the prop-Goon's hands.
"Take you to the Brain. Make you countermand all your orders
regarding the Goons."
"And if I don't?" Stanton said, warily. "What will you do if I refuse?"
"Kill you," Bodger said, and his tone rang true. "I don't want to do it
that way, of course—not for reasons of pity; heaven knows you need
killing, Fred—but because it's faster this way. With you dead, we'd
simply elect a new President, and then he could countermand your
orders. That could take days, though, days of the Ultrablack you had
Madge Benedict instigate in this emergency. It would be too tedious
convincing the Kinsmen to Vote in the dark on a proposition they
couldn't see."
"I—" Stanton said blankly, "I thought you'd force Madge to turn on
Light-of-Day."
"We would, but Lloyd mistakenly ordered her held incommunicado,"
Bodger said tiredly. "He didn't know that was another of your pet
phrases synonymous with death."
"Good Lord!" Lloyd moaned in the darkness. "I didn't dream—"
"Madge brought it on herself, working hand in glove with Stanton,
son," Bodger said. "You did not know. The point is, only Stanton or his
personal Secretary could have called off the emergency. So now we
have to get tough with him."
"Bodger...." Stanton straightened up, his face grim in defeat. "I have
to know: If I do as you ask, countermand the Goons, call off the
Ultrablack—What will happen to me, afterwards?"
"I can't say, Fred," Bodger replied flatly. "We'll have it put to a general
Vote."
"I see," said the President, knowing full well what the result of such a
Vote would be, with the Hive enraged against his exposed treachery.
"Is it your best offer?"
"My only," said Bodger. "Let's go, Fred."
He prodded Stanton's back with the Snapper, and the President
began to move forward, holding his head high, toward the staircase
leading to the control-chamber entrance. Frank opened the panel at
the rear of the prop-Goon, and called for Andra to join him inside it,
then he took Lloyd and Grace by the arms, via the controls, and
guided them through the black blindness after Bodger and his
prisoner.

At the head of the staircase—really no more than a tier-cut segment

of the lead-concrete Sub-Level Two, over which the correspondingly
undercut left wall of the twenty-five-foot-thick level could slide—Frank
had to come to a halt, his prop-Goon not being equipped with
extendable cogs to fit the treads and risers, as the real Goons' wheels
were. "I'm going down there with him," Lloyd said, starting down into
blackness.
"No," his father's voice came from the level below. "I'll handle this
myself, Lloyd. I can see my way and you can't."
Lloyd stood undecided on the brink of the staircase, then Grace found
his arm in the dark and drew him back. "I want to talk to you about
your father, Lloyd," she said, when he was again at her side. "He said
some strange things, up in the Unit...."
Descending the ladder below his prisoner, the Snapper aimed upward
always at the base of Stanton's spine, Bodger reached the cable-net
flooring, and gestured the President to the chair before the control
panel. "Here," he said, returning the other's Voteplate. "You'll need
this. But I don't have to tell you the penalty for one attempt at trickery
on your part."
Stanton took the card silently, and slid it into a slot on the control
panel. A metal square slid back, exposing a hand-microphone. He
took it in his hand, and spoke into it.
"Primal Speakster in control," he said.
All about the two men, the lights of the Brain flickered then a speaker
in the cavity which had held the microphone said, in the cold, flat
tones of the Brain, "Orders."
Stanton glanced up at Bodger, and smiled. And suddenly Bodger was
afraid. There was no hint of fear in the other man's eyes, now, only
confidence and terrible menace.
"There is a false robot, two men and two women with it, on Sub-Level
One," said Stanton, while Bodger goggled in surprise. "Destroy
them!"
"Orders," said the Brain.
"Stanton!" Bodger raged, snapping out of his stunned paralysis. He
depressed the stud of the Snapper clear into the hilt of the weapon,
trying to prevent the activating words from being spoken by the
President. There was a fractional hum of power, and then a searing
fork of hot blue light leaped from a conic protrusion on the Brain's
inner surface and turned the weapon to molten metal in his fingers.
Bodger fell to the flooring, crying out in pain, his raw, blistered hand
nearly driving him unconscious.
"You should have known," Stanton addressed the mewling figure on
the ground near his chair, "that a sonic beam cannot be fired inside
the Brain; it would shatter some of the delicate balances necessary
for its functioning. The Brain has to safeguard itself."
"Stanton—!" Bodger groaned, gritting his teeth against the agony of
his seared hand. "Don't!... Please...."
"Danger," said the dispassionate voice of the Brain.

Stanton spun to face the concavity of the speaker. "What—?" he

blurted, baffled. And then he heard the dim rumble, high above, as
the entire lead-concrete Sub-Level Two slid relentlessly closed.
Stanton jumped from the chair and looked up from the base of the
ladder, to see if his ears had told him the truth. All that was visible at
the head of the hundred-foot ladder was the bottom of the now-closed
metal lid, over which the entire next level had moved. He turned,
white-faced, to Bodger.
"What's happening?"
"Danger," repeated the Brain.
Stanton rushed to the side of the fallen man. "Bodger!" he shrieked,
lifting him by the shoulders and shaking him. "What's happening!?"
"I guess—" Bodger said, smiling tiredly despite the cruel burns, "—I
must've got mad, Fred. My innards, or don't you know about them?"
"I know all about your radiating innards!" Stanton exploded. "But they
couldn't trigger the Brain's protective level! It's impossible! You've
been here before—"
"I was never ... this aroused ... before, Fred," Bodger said weakly.
"And now, for the first time, I ... know the answer to something I never
knew before." He took a breath, gathered together all his strength,
and lifted his face near the other man's, still smiling. "You asked the
Brain about a third term, once—Don't argue, Fred, it's on record—and
yet there is no memory in its circuits of a reply. Tell me, Fred.... What
was its reply?" When Stanton did not respond, Bodger said, "I think I
can tell you. Chaos. Noise. A riot of sound and fury that knocked you
clear off your chair and broke the circuit before it destroyed you.
Because the Brain knew, of course. It's smart, Fred. It can predict
with better accuracy than a human mind. It foresaw, after correlating
all the facts at its disposal, what would be the result of your attempt at
being elected a third time. And it tried to ... tell you...." Bodger
faltered, went grey, and lay back upon the interwoven cables with his
eyes closed. His lips were still working, though, and he finished, "...
the result ... except that the ... Brain doesn't speak ... in words ... just
concepts ... and its concept encompassed ... its own...."
His head rolled to one side, limply.
"Danger," croaked the voice of the Brain.
"Its what? Its own what?!" Stanton yelled, grabbing Bodger's head by
the hair and banging it violently upon the flooring. Bodger, his eyes
rolling, coughed painfully, then sighed, as one who names a long-
awaited friend, "... death."
"Danger!" said the Brain. A wild tootling began in its depths as its
metal mind tried to spare it its terrible fate.
"What danger?" Stanton roared into the microphone, leaping to the
chair before the control panel. "Tell me! I'll find a way out!"
"Danger!" said the Brain. "Danger! Danger!"
There was a wild bluish light playing on the face of the panel, now,
and Stanton knew, suddenly, that it was not of the Brain itself. He
turned, some hideous psychic insight telling him what he could not as
yet realize by his senses, and looked at the body of Lloyd Bodger on
the floor.
Veins and arteries shone like a network of neon lights through the
flesh, a pulsing glow that rose in its intensity by the second. The
internal organs appeared through Bodger's smoldering clothing as on
the screen of a fluoroscope, each alight with self-engendered hellfire.
Bodger's eyes were glowing like hot tungsten through his transparent
lids, his teeth were bared in a smile brighter than sunrise. His every
bone, bit of cartilage, nerve ganglion and muscle fibre sparked like
coals beneath a blacksmith's bellows, and the hairs of his head were
a Medusa-wig of burning, writhing wire.
And then he reached his critical mass.
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