"What are we going to do? You're not going to let them kill Adam Stone, are you? Don't you realize what Stone's work will mean to us, if it succeeds? No more Scanners. No more habermans. No more Pain in the Up-and-Out. I tell you, if the others were all cranched, as I am, they would see it in a human way, not with the narrow crazy logic which they used in the meeting. We've got to stop them. How can we do it? What are we going to do? What does Parizianski think? Who has been chosen?"
"Which question do you want me to answer?"
Martel laughed. (It felt good to laugh, even then; it felt like being a man.) "Will you help me?"
Chang's eyes flashed across Martel's face as Chang answered: "No. No. No."
"You won't help?"
"No."
"Why not, Chang? Why not?"
"I am a Scanner. The vote has been taken. You would do the same if you were not in this unusual condition."
"I'm not in an unusual condition. I'm cranched. That merely means that I see things the way that the Others would. I see the stupidity. The recklessness. The selfishness. It is murder."
"What is murder? Have you not killed? You are not one of the Others. You are a Scanner. You will be sorry for what you are about to do, if you do not watch out."