"He wasn't objecting to the theory. He's afraid of what happens after
the theory."
"So it seems. But why?"
"Have you ever considered what makes a man an Authority?"
"He knows more about his field than anybody else does."
"He _seems_ to, you mean. And therefore, anything he says about it
carries more weight than what anybody else says. Other workers follow
his lead. He developes ideas, formulates theories--and then _defends
them for all he's worth_."
"But why shouldn't he?"
"Because a man can't fight for his life and reputation and still keep
his objectivity," said Lessing. "And what if he just happens to be
wrong? Once he's an Authority the question of what's right and what's
wrong gets lost in the shuffle. It's _what he says_ that counts."
"But we _know_ you're right," Dorffman protested.
"Do we?"
"Of course we do! Look at our work! Look at what we've seen on the
Farm."
"Yes, I know." Lessing's voice was weary. "But first I think we'd
better look at Tommy Gilman, and the quicker we look, the better--"
A nurse greeted them as they stepped off the elevator. "We called
you at the Farm, but you'd already left. The boy--" She broke off
helplessly. "He's sick, Doctor. He's sicker than we ever imagined."
"What happened?"
"Nothing exactly--happened. I don't quite know how to describe it."
She hurried them down the corridor and opened a door into a large
children's playroom. "See what you think."
The boy sat stolidly in the corner of the room. He looked up as they
came in, but there was no flicker of recognition or pleasure on his
pale face. The monitor helmet was still on his head. He just sat there,
gripping a toy fire engine tightly in his hands.
Lessing crossed the room swiftly. "Tommy," he said.
The boy didn't even look at him. He stared stupidly at the fire engine.
"Tommy!" Lessing reached out for the toy. The boy drew back in terror,
clutching it to his chest. "Go away," he choked. "Go away, go away--"
When Lessing persisted the boy bent over swiftly and bit him hard on
the hand.
Lessing sat down on the table. "Tommy, listen to me." His voice was
gentle. "I won't try to take it again. I promise."
"Go away."
"Do you know who I am?"