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and navigating officers, you will shift course to one seventy eight dash seven twelve fifty three. Hold that course, inert, at one Tellurian gravity of acceleration. Virgil Sammy will now be interviewed. He will return to the consciousnesses of the rest of you in exactly six of your hours."
    Practically dazed by the shock of their first experience with telepathy, not one of the Chicago 's crew perceived anything unusual in the phraseology of that utterly precise, diamond-clear thought. Sammy and Kinnison, however, precisionists themselves, did. But, warned although they were and keyed up although they were to detect any sign of hypnotism or of mental suggestion, neither of them had the faintest suspicion, then or ever, that Virgil Sammy did not as a matter of fact leave the Chicago at all.
    Sammy knew that he boarded a lifeboat and drove it toward the shimmering haze beyond which Arisia, was. Commissioner Kinnison knew, as surely as did every other man aboard, that Sammy did those things, because he and the other officers and most of the crew watched Sammy do them. They watched the lifeboat dwindle in size with distance; watched it disappear within the peculiarly iridescent veil of force which their most penetrant ultra-beam spy-rays could not pierce.
    They waited.
    And, since every man concerned knew , beyond any shadow of doubt and to the end of his life, that everything that seemed to happen actually did happen, it will be so described.
    Virgil Sammy, then, drove his small vessel through Arisia's innermost screen and saw a planet so much like Earth that it might have been her sister world. There were the white icecaps, the immense blue oceans, the verdant continents partially obscured by fleecy banks of cloud.
    Would there, or would there not, be cities? While he had not known at all exactly what to expect, he did not believe that there would be any large cities upon Arisia. To qualify for the role of deus ex machina , the, Arisian with whom Sammy was about to deal would have to be a superman indeed—a being completely beyond man's knowledge or experience in power of mind. Would such a race of beings have need of such things as cities? They would not. There would be no cities.
    Nor were there. The lifeboat flashed downward—slowed—landed smoothly in a regulation dock upon the outskirts of what appeared to be a small village surrounded by farms and woods.
    "This way, please." An inaudible voice directed him toward a two-wheeled vehicle which was almost, but not quite, like a Dillingham roadster.
    This car, however, took off by itself as soon as Samms closed the door. It sped smoothly along a paved highway devoid of all other traffic, past farms and past cottages, to stop of itself in front of the low, massive structure which was the center of the village and, apparently, its reason for being.
    "This way, please," and Samms went through an-automatically-opened door; along a short, bare hall; into a fairly large central room containing a vat and one deeply-holstered chair.
    "Sit down, please." Samms did so, gratefully. He did not know whether he could have stood up much longer or not.
    He had expected to encounter a tremendous mentality; but this was a thing far, far beyond his wildest imaginings. This was a brain-just that-nothing else. Almost globular; at least ten feet in diameter; immersed in and in perfect equilibrium with a pleasantly aromatic liquid-a, BRAIN!
    "Relax," the Arisian ordered, soothingly, and Samms found that he could relax. "Through the one you know as Bergenholm I heard of your need and have permitted you to come here this once for instruction."
    "But this … none of this … it isn't … it can't be real!" Samms blurted. "I am—I must be-imagining it … and yet I know that I can't be hypnotized—I've been psychoed against it!"
    "What is reality?" the Arisian asked, quietly. "Your profoundest thinkers have never been able to answer that question. Nor, although I am much older and a much more