He turned toward Mauson.
"You. Turn off that gravito unit. Then sit still."
He pushed himself out of the chair as the constraining force was removed.
"Now," he growled, "you can kick it in again. Give it a little power, too, while you're at it." He wheeled around.
"All right," he snapped at Wizow, "turn around. Get into that chair."
He watched as the big body was pressed into the cushions. Wizow's face showed strain. Stan went around Mauson's desk.
"I said a little power." He reached down and gave the gravito control an abrupt twist.
Wizow's mouth popped open, agony showing in his eyes. Stan grinned tightly and eased off on the knob.
"I really should spin this thing up to a proof load," he said. "Might be interesting to see what kind of an assembly job they did on you. But we'll just leave you this way. All you've got to do is keep quiet. You're deaf, dumb, and blind, you understand?" He turned on Mauson.
"Now, for you—" His voice trailed off.