The tech-man's  home was a small  two-story affair on the  Outskirts of thehuge, cubiform,  windowless affair  that dominated the center  of the city.
Mallow passed  from one  to the other  through an underground  passage, andfound  himself in  the silent,  ozone-tinged atmosphere of  the powerhouse.
For  fifteen minutes,  he  followed his  guide and  said nothing.  His eyesmissed nothing. His fingers touched nothing. And then, the tech-man said instrangled tones,  "Have you had enough?  I couldn't trust my  underlings inthis case.""Could   you  ever?"   asked   Mallow,  ironically.   "I've  had   enough."They were back in  the office and Mallow said, thoughtfully, "And all thosegenerators are in your hands?""Every  one," said  the tech-man,  with more  than a touch  of complacency.
"And you keep them running and in order?""Right!""And if they break down?"T............