Someone’s fingers sank piercing into my palm. It was I-330 . She was beside me.

“Who is it, do you know him?”

“Is he not⁠ ⁠… is he not?⁠ ⁠…”

He was already lifted upon somebody’s shoulders. Above a hundred other faces, his face like hundreds, like thousands of other faces yet unique among the rest.⁠ ⁠…

“In the name of the Guardians! You, to whom I talk, they hear me, every one of them hears me⁠—I talk to you: we know ! We don’t know your numbers yet but we know everything else. The Integral shall not be yours! The test flight will be carried out to the end and you yourselves, you will not dare to make another move! You with your own hands will help to go on with the test and afterward⁠ ⁠… well, I have finished!”