"No," said the Ship. "No malfunction, I assure you. A very proper function. My brain grows tired and feeble. It is not the body only—the brain also has its limits. I suspected that it might, but I could not know. There was a chance, of course, that separated from the poison of a body, it might live in its bath of nutrients forever."
"No!" rasped Sherwood, his breath strangling in his throat. "No, not me!"
"Who else?" asked the Ship. "I have searched for years and you are the first who fitted."
"Fitted!" Sherwood screamed.
"Why, of course," the Ship said calmly, happily. "A man who would not be missed. No one knowing where you were. No one hunting for you. No one who will miss you. I had hunted for someone like you and had despaired of finding one. For I am humane. I would cause no one grief or sadness."
The walls kept closing in.
The Ship seemed to sigh in metallic contentment.
"Believe me, Mr. Sherwood," it said, "finding you was a very miracle."