The thought of it thrilled him. He saw his barrel-like chest of steel, his huge arms, his extended, powerful legs.
He would kill Zuldi now!
But first he would go to Marene. He would tell her that he was still alive. He would explain to her the transformation that had taken place.
He would go ... now....
His thoughts broke off suddenly. Something was wrong. He had willed to rise. But his great body had not responded.
Half frightened, he tried again with all the force of his new-found brain.
A tiny vibration at the back of his neck became increasingly painful. The vibration grew quickly in intensity until it became a searing flame of agony, a searing flame that robbed him of his strength and sent the walls of the laboratory floating away into darkness.
It seemed to Zurk—or Guyard—that it was hours before the energy rebuilt itself within the steel frame.
He knew now where the trouble was. One of the hundred tiny wires at the back of his neck was loose; it was shorting his energy through the huge body.
That was the message Zurk had been trying to get through to him even at the last moment! That was what had kept the man of steel immobile through the years!