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Powell
said
,
"
I
suppose
furniture
is
built
into
the
wall
.
Or
maybe
we
're
not
supposed
to
sit
or
sleep
.
"
It
was
in
the
last
room
,
the
one
nearest
the
nose
,
that
the
monotony
broke
.
A
curving
window
of
non-reflecting
glass
was
the
first
break
in
the
universal
metal
,
and
below
it
was
a
single
large
dial
,
with
a
single
motionless
needle
hard
against
the
zero
mark
.
Donovan
said
,
"
Look
at
that
!
"
and
pointed
to
the
single
word
on
the
finely-marked
scale
.
It
said
,
"
Parsecs
"
and
the
tiny
figure
at
the
right
end
of
the
curving
,
graduated
meter
said
"
1,000,000
.
"
There
were
two
chairs
;
heavy
,
wide-flaring
,
uncushioned
.
Powell
seated
himself
gingerly
,
and
found
it
molded
to
the
body
's
curves
,
and
comfortable
.
Powell
said
,
"
What
do
you
think
of
it
?
"
"
For
my
money
,
The
Brain
has
brain-fever
.
Let
's
get
out
.
"
"
Sure
you
do
n't
want
to
look
it
over
a
bit
?
"
"
I
have
looked
it
over
.
I
came
,
I
saw
,
I
'm
through
!
"
Donovan
's
red
hair
bristled
into
separate
wires
,
"
Greg
,
let
's
get
out
of
here
.
I
quit
my
job
five
seconds
ago
,
and
this
is
a
restricted
area
for
non-personnel
.
"
Powell
smiled
in
an
oily
self-satisfied
manner
and
smoothed
his
mustache
,
"
O.
K.
,
Mike
,
turn
off
that
adrenalin
tap
you
've
got
draining
into
your
bloodstream
.
I
was
worried
,
too
,
but
no
more
.
"
