"Well, do it!" I tried weak joviality: "It can't be anything of
earth-shaking gravity."
Hazel, long since accepted as a GG member, replied, "It's just that
we're ... resigned."
"_What?_"
"We've produced nothing in months of sustained effort. That's why we're
resigning," Dex replied disgustedly.
Frank touched my arm, said softly, "We've examined every angle. With the
money available, it's just impossible to give a sensation of changed
weight. And we know they've been pressuring you about us being on the
payroll."
"Wait"--desperately--"if you pull out, everything will go. The
opposition needs only something like this. Besides, the GG is the one
bit of insanity I can depend on in a practical world, the prop for my
judgment--"