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"
Well
?
"
snapped
Ferris
.
"
Well
?
What
’
s
the
matter
?
"
"
The
generator
’
s
on
the
blink
,
"
said
the
mechanic
helplessly
.
"
What
’
s
the
matter
with
it
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
"
"
Well
,
find
out
and
fix
it
!
"
The
man
was
not
a
trained
electrician
;
he
had
been
chosen
,
not
for
his
knowledge
,
but
for
his
uncritical
capacity
for
pushing
any
buttons
;
the
effort
he
needed
to
learn
his
task
was
such
that
his
consciousness
could
be
relied
upon
to
have
no
room
for
anything
else
.
He
opened
the
rear
panel
of
the
machine
and
stared
in
bewilderment
at
the
intricate
coils
:
he
could
find
nothing
visibly
out
of
order
.
He
put
on
his
rubber
gloves
,
picked
up
a
pair
of
pliers
,
tightened
a
few
bolts
at
random
,
and
scratched
his
head
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
he
said
;
his
voice
had
a
sound
of
helpless
docility
.
"
Who
am
I
to
know
?
"
The
three
men
were
on
their
feet
,
crowding
behind
the
machine
to
stare
at
its
recalcitrant
organs
.
They
were
acting
merely
by
reflex
:
they
knew
that
they
did
not
know
.
