Julia didn't budge.
"... I slipped," Walt said apologetically. Sweat glistened on his upper lip.
"Try again!" Forential ordered.
**Cut the power in the big transmitter,** he instructed.
The aliens had been unwilling to complete their mutations. To do so would have given the mutants too much autonomy. By arranging to have the final effects dependent upon the transmission of certain frequency impulses, the aliens could—in the unlikely event of difficulty with their charges—reduce them to earth-normals by the flick of a switch. It also was an arrangement necessary to their invasion plan. The aliens were careful.
**It's cut.**
A moment later, Walt said, "She's changed!"
(The mutants in the larger compartment had ceased to be able to hear or put their hands through walls.)
Now! Forential ordered.
A pause.