He made no answer of any sort, neither with voice nor eyes. She looked at him, then turned, fumbled blindly for the door, and rushed through it.
The creature he knew as Alice went to the place of assembly without stopping to change form. “It is necessary to adjourn this sequence. I am no longer able to influence his decisions.”
They had expected it, nevertheless they stirred with dismay.
The Glaroon addressed the First for Manipulation. “Prepare to graft the selected memory track at once.”
Then, turning to the First for Operations, the Glaroon said: “The extrapolation shows that he will tend to escape within two of his days. This sequence degenerated primarily through your failure to extend that rainfall all around him. Be advised.”
“It would be simpler if we understood his motives.”
“In my capacity as Dr. Hayward, I have often thought so,” commented the Glaroon acidly, “but if we understood his motives, we would be part of him. Bear in mind the Treaty! He almost remembered.”
The creature known as Alice spoke up. “Could he not have the Taj Mahal next sequence? For some reason he values it.”
“You are becoming assimilated!”
“Perhaps. I am not in fear. Will he receive it?”
“It will be considered.”
The Glaroon continued with orders: “Leave structures standing until adjournment. New York City and Harvard University are now dismantled. Divert him from those sectors.
“Move!”