‘Do you deny that you asked for help in the genetic engineering of a strain of humanity designed to accept slavery under Multivac without question?' ‘l suggested the breeding of a more contented humanity. ls this a betrayal?' has been slowly pushing the running of the world toward rather a skimpy minimum of its efforts, since nothing, by its own sense of ethics, must stand- in the way of human happiness and there can be no greater increase in that happiness than to accept Multivac." Noreen asked, “What does all this mean? There is still enough in Multivac to run the world-and us-and if this is done at less than full efficiency, that would only add temporary discomfort to our slavery. Only temporary, because it won't last long. Sooner or later, Multivac will decide the problem is insoluble, or will solve it; in either case, Multivac's distraction will end. In the latter case, slavery will become permanent irrevocable.” 'But for now Multivac is distracted,” said Bakst,"and we can even talk like this-most dangerously - without its noticing. Yet I dare not risk doing so for long, so please understand me quickly. “I have another mathematical game-the setting up of networks on the model of Multivac. I have been able to demonstrate that no matter how complicated and redundant the network is, there must be at least one place into which all the currents can funnel under particular circumstances. There will always be the fatal apoplectic stroke if that one place is interfered with since it will induce overloading elsewhere which will break down and induce overloading still elsewhere - and so on, indefinitely, till all breaks down.” 'Well?” “And this is the point. Why else have I come to Denver? And Multivac knows it, too, and this point is guarded electronically and robotically to the point where it cannot be penetrated.” “Well?" “But Multivac is distracted, and Multivac trusts me. I have labored hard to gain that trust, at the cost of losing all of you, since only with trust is there the possibility of betrayal. If any of you tried to approach closely to Multivac, it might rouse itself even out of its present distraction. If Multivac were not distracted, it would not allow even me to approach. But Multivac is distracted, and it is I who am approaching!" Bakst was moving toward the converging grid in a calm saunter and the 14 images, keyed to him, moved along as well. The soft susurrations of a busy Multivac center were all about them. Bakst said, “Why attack an invulnerable opponent? Make him vulnerable first, and then . . ." Bakst fought to stay claim. but it all depended on this now. Everything! With a sharp yank, he uncoupled a joint. If he had only had still more time to make more certain. He was not stopped-and as he held his breath, he became aware of the ceasing of noise, the ending of whisper, the closing down of Multivac. If, in a moment, that soft noise did not return, then he had reached the right key point, and 'no recovery would be possible. If he were not suddenly the focus of approaching robots- 116 He tumed in the continuing silence. The robots in the distance were working still. None were approaching. Before him, the images of the I4 men and women of Congress were still there and each seemed to be stupefied at the sudden, enormous thing that had happened. Bakst said, "Multivac is shut down, burned out. It can't be rebuilt.” He felt almost drunk at the sound of what he was saying. “I have worked toward this since I left you. When Hines attacked, I feared there might be other such efforts, that Multivac would double its guard, that even I . . . I had to work quickly . . . I wasn't sure . . ." He was gasping, but forced himself steady, and said solemnly: “I have given us our freedom." And he paused, aware at last of the gathering weight of the silence. Fourteen images stared at him, without any of them offering a word in response. Bakst said sharply, “You have talked of freedom. You have it!" Then, uncertainly, he said, “Isn't that what you want?" [image] [image]