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"
Are
you
ready
to
want
what
we
want
?
"
They
heard
no
answer
.
Galt
raised
his
head
once
in
a
while
and
looked
at
them
.
There
were
dark
rings
under
his
eyes
,
but
the
eyes
were
clear
and
conscious
.
In
mounting
panic
,
the
watchers
lost
their
sense
of
context
and
language
—
and
their
three
voices
blended
into
a
progression
of
indiscriminate
shrieks
:
"
We
want
you
to
take
over
!
.
.
.
We
want
you
to
rule
!
.
.
.
We
order
you
to
give
orders
!
.
.
.
We
demand
that
you
dictate
!
.
.
.
We
order
you
to
save
us
!
.
.
.
We
order
you
to
think
!
.
.
.
"
They
heard
no
answer
but
the
beating
of
the
heart
on
which
their
own
lives
depended
.
The
current
was
shooting
through
Galt
’
s
chest
and
the
beating
was
coming
in
irregular
spurts
,
as
if
it
were
racing
and
stumbling
—
when
suddenly
his
body
fell
still
,
relaxing
:
the
beating
had
stopped
.
The
silence
was
like
a
stunning
blow
,
and
before
they
had
time
to
scream
,
their
horror
was
topped
by
another
:
by
the
fact
that
Galt
opened
his
eyes
and
raised
his
head
.
Then
they
realized
that
the
drone
of
the
motor
had
ceased
,
too
,
and
that
the
red
light
had
gone
out
on
the
control
paneclass
=
"
underline
"
the
current
had
stopped
;
the
generator
was
dead
.
The
mechanic
was
jabbing
his
ringer
at
the
button
,
to
no
avail
.
He
yanked
the
lever
of
the
switch
again
and
again
.
He
kicked
the
side
of
the
machine
.
The
red
light
would
not
go
on
;
the
sound
did
not
return
.
