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paled.  “Anarchists intent on destroying society started that war.”
    “You are lying!  Look at your monitor, Fremont!” 
    “Monitor?  You’ve scanned me?”  Fremont jerked his hands away from the desktop.
    Donovan moved forward.
    Dr. Alexander nodded.  “All your desks are wired with an invention of Hartman’s.  The design originated from an old machine called a lie detector.” 
    Fremont tried to leave his chair.  Suddenly a blue haze surrounded the desk, forcing him to stay seated.
    Donovan relaxed.  Trenton’s gizmo worked beautifully.  He glanced at Trenton and nodded.  Grinning, Trenton crossed his arms and leaned casually against the wall.
    Alex said, “You’re caught in a portable force field.  We won’t allow you to leave just yet.  Stewart, he’s your patient.”
    Dr. Stewart strolled toward Fremont.  “Have you been a spy for the Institute, Fremont?”  Stewart’s evenly modulated voice sounded soothing, but sweat beaded on Fremont’s forehead.  Wild-eyed, he struggled against the force field. 
    Dr. Stewart stood within a foot of Fremont.  “Is it true that the Institute eliminates our Society members?” 
    Fear turned into anger as Fremont glared at Stewart.  “You won’t get answers from me, shrink!”
    Stewart smiled.  “Shrink, an archaic term I’ve always found interesting.  Was it derived because headhunters shrank heads, or the fear that revealing our inner thoughts might shrink our personalities?” 
    Stewart leaned toward Fremont.  “You can’t hide the truth.  Your physical responses are displayed on everyone’s screen, so you don’t need to verbally answer my questions.”  He turned to the crowd.  “Fremont’s reaction to my question is positive.”
    Fremont glanced at the monitor.  “No!” he shouted.  “I didn’t say that!”
    “Don’t become agitated, we’ve independent proof.”  A holographic image of Fremont flickered above the dais, hovering in the air.  Angry murmurs rippled through the room as the crowd listened to Fremont’s image deliver his message to Jarrack.
    Dr. Stewart pointed at the holo.  “Don’t deny your own testimony.  Is it true the Institute started the war?”
    Fremont’s face turned crimson.  He shouted, “You sniveling cowards were beaten long before the war!  Yes, we started the war!  We eliminated enemies and gained total control over the company.  It’s too late!  You’re all doomed.”  As Fremont laughed the monitors confirmed the truth.
    Donovan ground his teeth.  He thought of all his friends who died during the war, good honest people.  Resisting an urge to blast the traitor with a laser, he turned to see anger reflected in faces throughout the room.
    Dr. Alexander sighed.  “Are there any other questions for our subject?” 
    “Why eliminate us?”  Belding shouted.
    Fremont leaned back in his chair with a sarcastic grin.  “You resisted our methods and we knew you’d cause trouble.  If you develop an alternative to Transfer, we’d be out of business.”
    Humphrey shouted, “You murdered my family!”  
    Fremont sneered.  “We provided the catalyst for a war that was already brewing, but we did not fire the bombs.”  Suddenly Fremont froze in mid-gesture, his chair and three others engulfed within a steady blue glow.
    Dr. Hartman explained, “We’ve frozen Fremont and his confederates in a temporary stasis field.  We didn’t want them to hear our escape plans.  The stasis fields will dissolve well after our departure schedule.  They can’t harm us further.”
    “A vote is in order,” Dr. Jerome said.
    “What kind of vote?”  Belding asked. “What’s the plan?”
    “An organized exodus,” Dr. Jerome said.  “We’ll escape before Institute assassins come after us.”
    Shouting broke out but Dr. Alexander raised his hands for silence.  “We formulated an evacuation stratagem, including diversions to draw attention from our destinations.  Given enough