He pointed a rigid finger at Malcomb and Gavir. "I want you two to hear a condensed recording of statements taken from calls we received last night."
Gavir stiffened. They had gotten into trouble because of his thoughts about MDC.
A voice boomed out of the ceiling.
"That Martian boy has power. That song was a fist in the jaw. More!"
A woman's voice followed:
"If you let that boy go back to Mars I'll never dream a Global program again."
More voices:
"Enormous!"
"Potent!"
"That hunting song drove me mad. I like being mad!"