'I understand the wolf, or whatever it was…

Solomon Stone gave an explosive snort.

Horton stared at him icily. 'Or whatever it was, he continued, 'ran across the street into the park and the police gave chase.

'That's right, said Daniels. 'They're out there now, trying to hunt it down. Some damn fool of a motorist caught it in his headlights when it crossed the road and tried to run it down.

'Don't you see, said Horton, 'that this is the sort of thing we have to stop. Everyone around here apparently went off half-cocked…

'You must understand, explained the chief of staff. 'that it all was fairly frantic No one was thinking straight.

'If Blake is what Daniels thinks he is, said Horton, 'we have to get him back. We lost two centuries of progress in human bioengineering because it was believed the Space Administration project failed and because of that the project was hushed up. Hushed up so effectively, I might point out, that it was forgotten. All that remained of it was a myth and legend. But now it appears that it didn't fail. We may have evidence of its success out there in the woods right now.

'Oh, it failed, all right, said Lukas. 'It didn't work the way that Space had meant it to. I think Daniels has the right hunch. Once the characteristics of an alien were fed into the android, they couldn't be erased. They became a permanent feature of the android itself. He became two creatures — the human and an alien. In everything. In bodily characteristics and in mental setup.

'This mental situation, sir, asked the chief of staff. 'Would the android's mentality have been synthetic? By that I mean a carefully worked-out mentality that was synthesized and fed into it.

Lukas shook his head. 'I would doubt that, doctor. It would have been a crude method, a rather silly way to go about it. The records, or at least the ones I've seen, make no mention of it, but I would presume that the pattern of an actual human mind was impressed upon its brain. Even then they would have had the technique for it. The mind banks were created how long ago?

'A bit over three hundred years ago, said Horton.

'Then they would have had the technique for such a transfer. And this business of building up a synthetic mind would be difficult today, let alone two hundred years ago. Even now I would doubt that we'd know all the ingredients to provide a balanced mind — one that would be human. There is so much that goes to make a human mind. We could synthesize a mind — yes, I suppose we could — but a strange one, giving rise to strange actions, strange emotions, not entirely human, something less than human, perhaps something more than human.

'So you think, said Horton, 'that Blake carries around in his brain the duplication of the mind of a man who lived at the time he was fabricated.

'I would be almost positive of it, said Lukas.

'So would I, said the chief of staff.

'So then, said Horton, 'he really is a human — or, at least, he has a human mind?

'I see no other way, said Lukas, 'in which they could have provided him a mind.

'It's all poppycock, said Senator Stone. 'I've never heard so much damn foolishness in all my born days.

No one paid attention to him.

The chief of staff looked at Horton. 'You believe it's vital that we get Blake back?

'I do, said Horton. 'Before the police kill him or it or whatever body he may be occupying. Before they drive him into so deep a hole to hide that it will take months to find him, if we ever do.

'I agree, said Lukas. 'Think of all he'd have to tell us. Think of what we could learn by a study of him. If the Earth expects to embark on a programme of human engineering, either now or at some future time, what we could learn from Blake would be invaluable.

The chief of staff shook his head, bewildered. 'But Blake's a special case. An open-ended specimen. As I understand it, the proposed bioengineering programme did not envision such a creature.

'Doctor, said Lukas, 'what you say is true, but any kind of android, any kind of organized synthetic…

'You gentlemen are wasting your time, said Stone. 'There isn't going to be a human bioengineering programme. I and some of my colleagues are about to see to that.

'Solomon, said Horton, patiently, 'let's you and I worry about the politics of the issue later. Right now we have a frightened man out there in the woods and we have to find some way to let him know we don't mean him any harm.

'And how do you propose doing that?

'Why, it seems simple to me. Call off the hunt, then release the news. Have the newspapers and the electronic media in and…

'You think a wolf will read a newspaper or watch dimensino?

'He wouldn't stay a wolf, most likely, Daniels said. 'I have a hunch that as soon as possible, he'll turn back into a man. For one thing, an alien creature might find this planet confusing and uncomfortable.

'Gentlemen, said the chief of staff. 'Please, gentlemen.

They all turned to look at him.

'We can't do that, he said. 'Such a story would make the hospital appear ridiculous. It would be bad enough in any instance, but the werewolf connotations! Can't you see the headlines? Can't you see the holiday the Press would have at our expense?

'But if we were right? asked Daniels.

'That's the point. We can't know that we are right. We might have all the reason in the world to believe that we were right, but that still wouldn't be enough. On a thing like this, we must be dead certain and we can't be that.

'Then you refuse to let such an announcement be made?

'So far as the hospital is concerned, I can't. If Space would give clearance to it, then I would agree. But I can't, not on my own. Even if I were right, Space would be down on me like a ton of bricks. They'd raise holy hell…

'Even after two hundred years?

'Even after that long a time. Can't you see that if Blake is what we think he is, he belongs to Space? It's up to them. He is their baby, not mine. He is something that they started and…

Stone's chuckle rumbled through the room.

'Don't pay any attention to him, Chandler. Go ahead and tell the newspaper boys yourself. Go on and break the story. Show us you have some guts. Follow your convictions. I just hope you do.

'I just bet you do, said Horton.

'If you do, said Stone, 'I warn you, friend. One public word from you and I'll blow you so far out of the water it'll take you two weeks to come down.

The steady beeping of the phone finally beat its way into the illusion-world bounded by dimensino. Elaine Horton roused herself, came out of the booth in which she had been sitting with the shadow-world of ancient days going on about her.

The phone kept up its beeping, the vision panel flashing in impatient pulses. She made her way to it and switched it to receive. A face looked out at her, faintly lighted by a defective light bulb in the ceiling of a public phone booth.

'Andrew Blake? she cried, surprised.

'Yes, it's me. You see…

'Is there something wrong? The senator was called down to the…

'I seem to be in a bit of trouble, Blake told her. 'You probably heard what happened.

'At the hospital, you mean. I watched it for a while, but there wasn't much to see. Something about a wolf and they said one of the patients seems to have disappeared…

She drew her breath in sharply. 'One of the patients disappeared! Did they mean you, Andrew?

'I'm afraid they did. And I need some help. And you're the only one I know, the only one that I could ask…

'What kind of help? she asked.

'I need some clothes, he told her.

'You mean you left the hospital without any clothes? And it's cold out there…

'It's a long story, he said. 'If you don't want to help me, go ahead, say so. I will understand. I don't want you to get involved, but I am slowly freezing and I am on the lam…