t. Its mind is tremendously strong, of no curiosity or
imagination, and of very little peyondix."

"But he _wants_ to have it broken?"

"Yes, sir."

"How did he suggest going about it? Or how do you?"

"This way. You two, and the Doctors Kincaid and Bells and Blake and the
it that is I. We six sit and stare into the mind of the Larry, eye to
eye. We generate and assemble a tremendous charge of thought-energy, and
along my peyondix-beam--something like a carrier wave in this case--we
hurl it into the Larry's mind. There is an immense mental _bang_ and the
conditioning goes _poof_. Then I will inculcate into its mind the
curiosity and the imagination and the peyondix and we will really be
mind-mates."

"That sounds good to me. Let's get at it."

"Wait a minute!" Sandra snapped. "Aren't you or Larry afraid to take
such an awful chance as that?"

"Afraid? I grasp the concept only dimly, from your minds. And no chance.
It is certainty."

"But suppose we burn the poor guy's brain out? Destroy it? That's new
ground--we might do just that."

"Oh, no. Six of us--even six of me--could not generate enough ...
sathura. The brain of the Larry is very, very tough. Shall we ... let's
go?"

Hilton made three calls. In the pause that followed, Sandra said, very
thoughtfully: "Peyondix and sathura, Jarve, for a start. We've got a
_lot_ to learn here."

"You said it, chum. And you're _not_ just chomping your china choppers,
either."

"Tuly," Sandra said then, "What _is_ this stuff you say I've got so much
of?"

"You have no word for it. It is lumped in with what you call
'intuition', the knowing-without-knowing-how-you-know. It is the
endovix. You will have to learn what it is by doing it with me."

"That helps--I don't think." Sandra grinned at Hilton. "I simply can't
conceive of anything more _maddening_ than to have a lot of something
Temple Bells hasn't got and not being able to brag about it because
nobody--not even I--would know what I was bragging about!"

"You poor little thing. _How_ you suffer!" Hilton grinned back. "You
know darn well you've got a lot of stuff that none of the rest of us
has."

"Oh? Name one, please."

"Two. What-it-takes and endovix. As I've said before and may say again,
you're doing a real job, Sandy."

"I just _love_ having my ego inflated, boss, even if ... Come in,
Larry!" A thunderous knock had sounded on the door. "Nobody but Larry
_could_ hit a door that hard without breaking