But General Lloyd nodded. "Get Norton and his doctors. Then get Vinson and Narina Varada, Captain Jason Charless, and, if you can convince him that this is important enough, the President."
The latter needed no convincing. The door opened abruptly and the President entered quickly. He bowed to Admiral Sarne and then extended a hand. "Glad to have you with us," he said and his voice rang heartily.
Sarne's saturnine face cleared in a smile. "Glad to be—aboard," he said, shaking President Comstock's hand.
The door opened again to admit Harry Vinson. He faced Hegeman, "Where is Narina?" he demanded.
"She'll be here as soon as we can get her," replied Hegeman. "Jason Charless is also on the way."
"Good man, Charless," said Lloyd. "Vinson, what have we here?"
Vinson grunted. "Begins to sound like the fabled revolt of the machines," he said.
Hegeman nodded. "I remember a poem about that from somewhere—a soliloquy, if I recall correctly."
Vinson nodded, "Was a favorite of mine as a kid. But there was something in it about some angry adding machines climbing the side of the building after the soliloquizer, I think. We haven't anything that fantastic."
"It's fantastic enough," said Admiral Sarne. "Have you any idea of how far it does go?"