He had some advantage in his command of the human mind. But it wasn't omnipotent by any means. He would be operating alone against murderers who had turned human beings into cattle. He would have to play it slow and with the utmost care.
And though he might fail, there would be others. He could forget about Morrow and Orlan. So much of them had been destroyed by surgery that in a comparative sense, they hadn't been really human anymore.
He wasn't troubled by the tremendous challenge ahead of him. It exalted him.
Some day, we'll win, he thought. Freedom Unlimited. The freedom of the free human mind. He might fail. But THE CALL would go on. There would always be deviants from the norm. He could fail. The Plan could not.
Bronson smiled at the twilight expanse before the rocket, wide and frosty and marvelously clear.
As long as there were people, there would always be a few who would get THE CALL.