For a moment Horning hesitated. But the gun was very steady. Seething,
he did as he was told.
"Now turn your projector drive to high."
Horning gripped the corner of his unit's bulky case. "Where are you
sending me? Why did you smash the scanner so I couldn't see?"
"We're both going. Turn it to high." Her eyes mocked him. The pistol
menaced.
Horning threw the switch.
"Now, reintegrate...."
A wave of utter helplessness, utter hopelessness, engulfed Horning. He
pressed the button.
A room materialized about him--a room almost the twin of his own
basement laboratory. There was the workbench, there the desk. A frame
close akin to that of the light-loop rose against one wall.
A man sprawled on his back near the control panel. His face was
Horning's face.
Horning bent over him and felt for some trace of pulse, then
straightened, to find Myrtle once more standing beside him.
"He's dead," Horning said.