to that of another.

The current surged in and the tiny impulses swelled in strength and
poured out through the hull of the ship in a great cone that penetrated
Earth's atmosphere in a quadrant that extended from Baffin land to
Omaha, and from Hawaii to Labrador. The waves swept through skin and
bone and entered the sluggish gelatinous brain of sentient beings,
setting up in those organs the same thoughts and pictures that played
among the electrons of the permallium strip that constituted Jon Hall's
mind.

All nineteen clamored to be heard, for Hall to relay their voices to
Earth, but he held them off and first he told his story.

* * * * *

The Casseiopeian delegate to the Galactic Senate was at the moment
finishing his breakfast. He was small and furry, not unlike a very large
squirrel, and he sat perched on a high chair eating salted roast almonds
of which he was very fond.

Suddenly a voice started talking inside of his head, just as it did at
that very second inside the heads of thirteen billion other inhabitants
of the northwest corner of Earth. The Casseiopeian delegate was so
startled that he dropped the dish of almonds, his mouth popping open,
his tiny red tongue inside flickering nervously. He listened spellbound.

The voice told him of the war on Grismet and of the permallium
constructed robots, and of the cement blocks. This, however, he already
knew, because he had been one of the delegates to the Peace Conference
who had decided to dispose of the robots. The voice, however, also told
him things he did not know, such as the inability of the robots to
commit any crime that any other sane human being would not commit, of
their very simple desire to be allowed to live in peace, and most of all
of their utter horror for the fate a civilized galaxy had decreed for
them.

When the voice stopped, the Casseiopeian delegate was a greatly shaken
little being.

* * * * *

Back on the ship, Hall opened the circuit to the nineteen, and they
spoke in words, in memory pictures and in sensations.

* * * * *

A copter cab driver was hurrying with his fare from Manhattan to Oyster
Bay. Suddenly, in his mind, he became a permallium robot. He was bound
with cables of the heavy metal, and was suspended upside down in a huge
cement block. The stone pressed firmly on his eyes, his ears, and his
chest. He was completely imm