out of you. However on the Moon--you will conform. It's a kind of social
experiment there in associative reflex culture, you might say. You'll
conform all right."

He was taken to a small, naked, gray-steel room. He thought about taking
the capsule from his tooth now, but decided he might be observed. They
would rush in an antidote and make him live. And he might not get a
chance to take his life in any other way. He would try of course, but
his knowledge of his future situation was vague--except that in it he
would conform. There would be extreme conditioned-reflex therapeutic
techniques. And it would be pretty horrible. That was all he knew.

He didn't see the pellet fall. He heard the slight sound it made and
then saw the almost colorless gas hissing softly, clouding the room. He
tasted nothing, smelled or felt nothing.

He passed out quickly and painlessly.

* * * * *

He was marched into another office, and he knew he was on the Moon. The
far wall was spherical and was made up of the outer shell of the
pressure dome which kept out the frigid cold nights and furnace-hot
days. It was opaque and Marquis could see the harsh black and white
shadows out there--the metallic edges of the far crater wall.

This Manager was somewhat fat, with a round pink face and cold blue
eyes. He sat behind a chrome shelf of odd shape suspended from the
ceiling with silver wires.

The Manager said, "No. 5274, here there is only work. At first, of
course, you will rebel. Later you will work, and finally there will be
nothing else. Things here are rigidly scheduled, and you will learn the
routines as the conditioning bells acquaint you with them. We are
completely self-sufficient here. We are developing the perfect
scientifically-controlled society. It is a kind of experiment. A closed
system to test to what extremes we can carry our mastery of associative
reflex to bring man security and happiness and freedom from
responsibility."

Marquis didn't say anything. There was nothing to say. He knew he
couldn't get away with trying to kill this particular Managerial
specimen. But one man, alone, a rebel, with something left in him that
still burned, could beat the system. _He had to!_

"Our work here is specialized. During the indoctrination period you will
do a very simple routine job in coordination with the cybernetics
machines. There, the machines and the nervous system of the workers
become slowly