"Oh, damn, damn, damn," Dr. Norvel said tonelessly.
The generator still smoked. A technician was trying to see into the wiring behind the panel. "Something shorted," he said unnecessarily, "It's a mess."
"We've got to get it fixed," Julia said dully.
Dr. Norvel collapsed, crying quietly. "It's too late; it's too late; it's too late."
"We worked too fast—"
Walt stood up. The book fell with a sharp, explosive sound now that he had stopped concentrating on it. "We'll have to find my frequency on the other generator."
"Not until we get all the first wave of mutants under control," Julia said. "We can't shut off their interference before."
"Suppose it takes as long on your frequency as it did on Julia's?" Dr. Norvel said. "... I don't think we've got that kind of time. As soon as they realize something's wrong...."
"What else can we do?" Walt asked.
Nobody answered.