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"
Above
all
,
a
Technician
must
be
dispassionate
.
The
Reality
Change
he
initiates
may
affect
the
lives
of
as
many
as
fifty
billion
people
.
A
million
or
more
of
these
may
be
so
drastically
affected
as
to
be
considered
new
individuals
.
Under
these
conditions
,
an
emotional
make
-
up
is
a
distinct
handicap
.
"
Harlan
put
the
memory
of
his
teacher
’
s
dry
voice
out
of
his
mind
with
an
almost
savage
shake
of
his
head
.
In
those
days
he
had
never
imagined
that
he
himself
would
have
the
peculiar
talent
for
that
very
position
.
But
emotion
had
come
upon
him
after
all
.
Not
for
fifty
billion
people
.
What
in
Time
did
he
care
for
fifty
billion
people
?
There
was
just
one
.
One
person
.
He
became
aware
that
the
kettle
was
stationary
and
with
the
merest
pause
to
pull
his
thoughts
together
,
put
himself
into
the
cold
,
impersonal
frame
of
mind
a
Technician
must
have
,
he
stepped
out
.
The
kettle
he
left
,
of
course
,
was
not
the
same
as
the
one
he
had
boarded
,
in
the
sense
that
it
was
not
composed
of
the
same
atoms
.
He
did
not
worry
about
that
any
more
than
any
Eternal
would
.
To
concern
oneself
with
the
mystique
of
Time
-
travel
,
rather
than
with
the
simple
fact
of
it
,
was
the
mark
of
the
Cub
and
newcomer
to
Eternity
.
He
paused
again
at
the
infinitely
thin
curtain
of
non
-
Space
and
nonTime
which
separated
him
from
Eternity
in
one
way
and
from
ordinary
Time
in
another
.
This
would
be
a
completely
new
section
of
Eternity
for
him
.
He
knew
about
it
in
a
rough
way
,
of
course
,
having
checked
upon
it
in
the
_Temporal
Handbook_
.
Still
,
there
was
no
substitute
for
actual
appearance
and
he
steeled
himself
for
the
initial
shock
of
adjustment
.
He
adjusted
the
controls
,
a
simple
matter
in
passing
into
Eternity
(
and
a
very
complicated
one
in
passing
into
Time
,
a
type
of
passage
which
was
correspondingly
less
frequent
)
.
He
stepped
through
the
curtain
and
found
himself
squinting
at
the
brilliance
.
Automatically
he
threw
up
his
hand
to
shield
his
eyes
.
Only
one
man
faced
him
.
At
first
Harlan
could
see
him
only
blurrily
.
The
man
said
,
"
I
am
Sociologist
Kantor
Voy
.
I
imagine
you
are
Technician
Harlan
.
"
Harlan
nodded
and
said
,
"
Father
Time
!
Isn
’
t
this
sort
of
ornamentation
adjustable
?
"
