“Yes, George, I’m prepared to let that aspect of the matter drop. The PR attack has saved that much of your neck. However, I’m warning you that I shall tolerate no attempt on your part to make capital of your dramatic public statement of what was, as you concede, tactically obvious to us all. Now, indeed, PR forces have taken the expected step, as all the world is aware—so the rather excessively punctilious demands by CDT officials that the Council issue an immediate apology to Chairman Smith for your remarks will doubtless be dropped. But there will be no crowing, no basking in the limelight: ‘Chief of Ground Forces Predicted Enemy Attack.’ No nonsense of that sort. Instead, you will deploy your conventional forces to meet and destroy these would-be invaders.”

“Certainly, General. But in that connection—well, as to your earlier position regarding the new Model B Bolo, I assume…”

“My ‘position,’ General? ‘Decision’ is the more appropriate word. Just step around the desk, George. Bend over slightly and look carefully at my shoulder tab. Count ’em, George. Six. An even hall dozen. And unless I’m in serious trouble, you’re wearing four. You have your orders, George. See to your defenses.”

10

Can’t figure it out. Batesey-boy was down here again, gave me direct orders to give her full depot maintenance, just as if she hadn’t been sitting right here in her garage ever since I topped her off a week ago. Wonder what’s up. If I didn’t know the Council outlawed the test run Doc Chin wanted so bad, I’d almost think… But like Bates told me: I ain’t paid to think. Anyways she’s in full action condition, ’cept for switching over to full self-direction. Hope he don’t order me to do it; I’m still kind of leery. Like old Margrave said, what if I just got a couple wires crossed and she taken a notion to wreck the joint?

11

I am more uneasy than ever. In the past 4000.007 seconds I have received external inspection and depot maintenance far in advance of the programmed schedule. The thought occurs to me: am I under some subtle form of attack? In order to correctly compute the possibilities, I initiate a test sequence of 50,0000 random data-retrieval-and-correlation pulses and evaluate the results. This requires 0.9 seconds, but such sluggishness is to be expected in my untried condition. I detect no unmistakable indications of enemy trickery, but I am still uneasy. Impatiently I await the orders of my commander.

12

“I don’t care what you do, Jimmy—just do something! Ah, of course I don’t mean that literally. Of course I care. The well-being of the citizens of Cold City is, after all, my chief concern. What I mean is, I’m giving you carte blanche—full powers. You must act at once, Jimmy. Before the sun sets I want to see your evacuation plan on my desk for signature.”