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What
happened
next
was
not
clear
to
Dr
.
Stadler
,
because
his
mind
refused
to
admit
the
reality
of
the
things
he
was
seeing
.
There
were
shifting
figures
in
half
-
lighted
,
disordered
offices
,
there
were
too
many
firearms
on
everybody
’
s
hips
,
there
were
senseless
questions
asked
of
him
by
jerky
voices
that
alternated
between
impertinence
and
fear
.
He
did
not
know
whether
any
of
them
tried
to
give
him
an
explanation
;
he
would
not
listen
;
he
could
not
permit
this
to
be
true
.
He
kept
stating
in
the
tone
of
a
feudal
sovereign
,
"
I
’
m
the
boss
here
,
from
now
on
.
.
.
I
give
the
orders
.
.
.
I
came
to
take
over
.
.
.
I
own
this
place
.
.
.
I
am
Dr
.
Robert
Stadler
—
and
if
you
don
’
t
know
that
name
in
this
place
,
you
have
no
business
being
here
,
you
infernal
idiots
!
You
’
ll
blow
yourselves
to
pieces
,
if
that
’
s
the
state
of
your
knowledge
!
Have
you
had
a
high
-
school
course
in
physics
?
You
don
’
t
look
to
me
as
if
you
’
ve
ever
been
allowed
inside
a
high
school
,
any
of
you
!
What
are
you
doing
here
?
Who
are
you
?
"
It
took
him
a
long
time
to
grasp
—
when
his
mind
could
not
block
it
any
longer
—
that
somebody
had
beaten
him
to
his
plan
:
somebody
had
held
the
same
view
of
existence
as
his
own
and
had
set
out
to
achieve
the
same
future
.
He
grasped
that
these
men
,
who
called
themselves
the
Friends
of
the
People
,
had
seized
possession
of
Project
X
,
tonight
,
a
few
hours
ago
,
intending
to
establish
a
reign
of
their
own
.
He
laughed
in
their
faces
,
with
bitterly
incredulous
contempt
.
"
You
don
’
t
know
what
you
’
re
doing
,
you
miserable
juvenile
delinquents
!
Do
you
think
that
you
—
you
!
—
can
handle
a
high
-
precision
instrument
of
science
?
Who
is
your
leader
?
I
demand
to
see
your
leader
!
"
It
was
his
tone
of
overbearing
authority
,
his
contempt
and
their
own
panic
—
the
blind
panic
of
men
of
unbridled
violence
,
who
have
no
standards
of
safety
or
danger
—
that
made
them
waver
and
wonder
whether
he
was
,
perhaps
,
some
secret
top
-
level
member
of
their
leadership
;
they
were
equally
ready
to
defy
or
to
obey
any
authority
.
After
being
shunted
from
one
jittery
commander
to
another
,
he
found
himself
at
last
being
led
down
iron
stairways
and
down
long
,
echoing
,
underground
corridors
of
reinforced
concrete
to
an
audience
with
"
The
Boss
"
in
person
.
The
Boss
had
taken
refuge
in
the
underground
control
room
.
Among
the
complex
spirals
of
the
delicate
scientific
machinery
that
produced
the
sound
ray
,
against
the
wall
panel
of
glittering
levers
,
dials
and
gauges
,
known
as
the
Xylophone
,
Robert
Stadler
faced
the
new
ruler
of
Project
X
.
It
was
Cuffy
Meigs
.
He
wore
a
tight
,
semi
-
military
tunic
and
leather
leggings
;
the
flesh
of
his
neck
bulged
over
the
edge
of
his
collar
;
his
black
curls
were
matted
with
sweat
.
He
was
pacing
restlessly
,
unsteadily
in
front
of
the
Xylophone
,
shouting
orders
to
men
who
kept
rushing
in
and
out
of
the
room
:
"
Send
couriers
to
every
county
seat
within
our
reach
!
Tell
’
em
that
the
Friends
of
the
People
have
won
!
Tell
’
em
they
’
re
not
to
take
orders
from
Washington
any
longer
!
The
new
capital
of
the
People
’
s
Commonwealth
is
Harmony
City
,
henceforth
to
be
known
as
Meigsville
!
Tell
’
em
that
I
’
ll
expect
five
hundred
thousand
dollars
per
every
five
thousand
heads
of
population
,
by
tomorrow
morning
—
or
else
!
"
It
took
some
time
before
Cuffy
Meigs
’
attention
and
bleary
brown
eyes
could
be
drawn
to
focus
on
the
person
of
Dr
.
Stadler
.
"
Well
,
what
is
it
?
What
is
it
?
"
he
snapped
.
