"There'll be men who take convincing of that."
"You mean—men like the one named Martin Krobis?"
Boone stared. "Krobis—? You know about him?"
"Of course." His mutant son still smiled. "The mind-rays poured your every thought into me—even those too utterly alien for the Helgae themselves to understand. So, I know of Krobis: the things he's done; the way he thinks; the fact that he is here now, blasting at this very city—"
Like an exclamation point, new impact came. Thread-like cracks shot through the radiance of the bubble-chamber's inner surface. The floor shook till Boone could hardly stand.
Lor's face went grim. His voice rang with sudden tension: "Come, quickly! We dare not die in this mad destruction! We dare not!"
He pivoted as he spoke; moved swiftly towards the bubble's exit.
Gripping his blaster, Eileen trembling beside him, Boone followed.
Now they walked another world—a world of weird translucence, bubble-cells and tunnels, pitch-blackness and colors too brilliant for human eyes to bear.