"How in the devil do you expect me to come up with something like that?"
Andrew Tremaine smiled solemnly and said, flatly: "Gene, I'm almost convinced that Gerd Lel Rayne and company are generating some force-field that prevents it!"
Gene sat silent after that. He thought about it for some time before answering. "The answer to that," he said very slowly and very carefully, "is this: If some force is being generated to prevent full use of the human brain, a counter-force may be set up to nullify the field. That will be simple enough once we isolate the field that prevents thought. But on the other hand, if no such field exists and it is just one of those paradoxes, we'll have considerable working to do to generate a force-field that will permit one hundred percent brain-usage."
"Right. And remembering that this may be the answer to Terra's existence, we'll have to keep it silent."
"You're handing me the job?"
"Yes. You're a practising psychologist. You're also an amateur technician. If you need anything, no matter what, requisition it and I'll see that it is O.K.'d. Send the thing to me marked personal so that some clerk won't toss it out for not belonging to the publishing business."
"You know how much this will cost?"