Something new had been added by a mysterious destiny to Model 2 RY, something that not all the genius of science could build into it.
"It beats me," one of the Erg Instructors said. "You can't build fear into a machine. But it's hiding up there now because it's afraid!"
Babs Doret's hair gleamed brightly in the dawnlight on the rocky hillside. "You try calling to him, Babs," Doret suggested. "You were closer to him than any of us."
She called quaveringly, "Toory—Toory, where are you? Can you hear me?"
He could hear her where he crouched, trembling. "Here I am, Miss Babs," he called back.
Her father prompted her. She called again. "We are going to take the fuse out, Toory."
No—no—that would be wrong. He did not want that. In fear and trembling he heard her voice again. "Stand up, Toory."
He wanted very much to do what was right. But this—
"Stand up, Toory."
He stood with the rose-glow of the coming sunlight glistening on him. Now he could see Miss Babs clearly, low down among the rocks, with men around her. One of the men was whispering to her.