looked around and saw the charred bodies ofthe patrolmen. "You did a fine job," he told Glynnis, meaning it.
"Can you fly a patrol ship?"
"Huh?"
"We've got one now," Glynnis said. "I shot the guard they left withit, too. Had to."
"I see," he said, marveling at the girl. "I can fly one. I haven'tsince I was in the commune, though. As long as it's in goodcondition."
"I guess it is. I didn't hit it with any shots."
"We can go anywhere in the world with that ship," he said getting tohis feet. "It doesn't need fuel; it can fly forever. You know whatthat means Glynnis? We can raise an army, if we want to."
"And we can get into the mausoleums and wake everybody up?"
"Yes. Come on," he said and started toward the flier. But Glynnisgrabbed his arm and stopped him. "What is it?" he asked.
"What's it like to live in a world where everyone's awake?" she askedhim.
"Why ... I don't know, I've never lived in one."
"Then why do you want to wake everyone up?"
"It's wrong the way they are now."
Glynnis scowled and Nelson could tell that she was struggling withstrange concepts. He felt sympathy for her, knowing how she felt.
"What I mean," she asked finally, "is why is it wrong? What's thereason?"
"Because they can do better. We can save them and show them that; Ican lead them back where they belong."
"I see," Glynnis said gravely accepting his words. "All right."
Nelson smiled at her. She looked up at him and smiled back. The patrolship was waiting for them, not far off.
Together, they marched off to save the world.
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