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A
short
wire
led
from
the
machine
to
an
electric
storage
battery
behind
it
.
Long
coils
of
wire
,
like
the
twisted
arms
of
an
octopus
,
stretched
forward
across
the
stone
floor
,
from
the
machine
to
a
leather
mattress
spread
under
a
cone
of
violent
light
.
John
Galt
lay
strapped
to
the
mattress
.
He
was
naked
;
the
small
metal
disks
of
electrodes
at
the
ends
of
the
wires
were
attached
to
his
wrists
,
his
shoulders
,
his
hips
and
his
ankles
;
a
device
resembling
a
stethoscope
was
attached
to
his
chest
and
connected
to
the
amplifier
.
"
Get
this
straight
,
"
said
Dr
.
Ferris
,
addressing
him
for
the
first
time
.
"
We
want
you
to
take
full
power
over
the
economy
of
the
country
.
We
want
you
to
become
a
dictator
.
We
want
you
to
rule
.
Understand
?
We
want
you
to
give
orders
and
to
figure
out
the
right
orders
to
give
.
What
we
want
,
we
mean
to
get
.
Speeches
,
logic
,
arguments
or
passive
obedience
won
’
t
save
you
now
.
We
want
ideas
—
or
else
.
We
won
’
t
let
you
out
of
here
until
you
tell
us
the
exact
measures
you
’
ll
take
to
save
our
system
.
Then
we
’
ll
have
you
tell
it
to
the
country
over
the
radio
.
"
He
raised
his
wrist
,
displaying
a
stop
-
watch
.
"
I
’
ll
give
you
thirty
seconds
to
decide
whether
you
want
to
start
talking
right
now
.
If
not
,
then
we
’
ll
start
.
Do
you
understand
?
"
Galt
was
looking
straight
at
them
,
his
face
expressionless
,
as
if
he
understood
too
much
.
He
did
not
answer
.
They
heard
the
sound
of
the
stop
-
watch
in
the
silence
,
counting
off
the
seconds
,
and
the
sound
of
Mouch
’
s
choked
,
irregular
breathing
as
he
gripped
the
arms
of
his
chair
.
Ferris
waved
a
signal
to
the
mechanic
at
the
machine
.
The
mechanic
threw
the
switch
;
it
lighted
the
red
glass
button
and
set
off
two
sounds
:
one
was
the
low
,
humming
drone
of
an
electric
generator
,
the
other
was
a
peculiar
beat
,
as
regular
as
the
ticking
of
a
clock
,
but
with
an
oddly
muffled
resonance
.
It
took
them
a
moment
to
realize
that
it
came
from
the
amplifier
and
that
they
were
hearing
the
beat
of
Galt
’
s
heart
.
"
Number
three
,
"
said
Ferris
,
raising
a
finger
in
signal
.
The
mechanic
pressed
a
button
under
one
of
the
dials
.
A
long
shudder
ran
through
Galt
’
s
body
;
his
left
arm
shook
in
jerking
spasms
,
convulsed
by
the
electric
current
that
circled
between
his
wrist
and
shoulder
.
His
head
fell
back
,
his
eyes
closed
,
his
lips
drawn
tight
.
He
made
no
sound
.
When
the
mechanic
lifted
his
finger
off
the
button
,
Galt
’
s
arm
stopped
shaking
.
He
did
not
move
.
