Nicole said, ‘Whom do I abdicate in favour of?' Her own voice sounded thin in her ears but at least it was not pleading. She was glad of that.
‘An emergency police committee,' Pembroke said. ‘Which will supervise the forthcoming general election, and then of course resign.'
The stunned, passive remaining eight members of the council started to follow Nicole.
‘No,' Pembroke said to them. ‘You're all staying down here.' His face was white. ‘With the police team.'
‘You know what he's going to do, don't you?' one of the council members said to Nicole. ‘He's given orders to have us killed.' The man's words were hardly audible.
‘There's nothing she can do about it,' Pembroke said, and once more waved his gun at Nicole.
‘We previewed this on the von Lessinger apparatus,' a female member of the council said to Nicole. ‘But we couldn't believe it would happen. Bertold dismissed it. As too improbable. We thought such practices had died out.'
With Pembroke, Nicole entered the elevator. The two of them ascended to the ground-level floor.
‘Don't kill them,' Nicole said. ‘Please.'
Examining his wristwatch Pembroke said, ‘By now they're already dead.'
The elevator doors slid open; the elevator had stopped.
‘Go directly to your office,' Pembroke instructed her.
‘You'll deliver the telecast from there. It's interesting, isn't it, that the council did not take seriously the long-shot possibility that I might get them before they got me. They were so convinced of their own absolute power that they assumed I'd go like a sheep to my own destruction. I doubt if they even took the trouble to preview these last few moments. They must have known there was a reasonably good chance that I'd gain power but they evidently didn't follow up the situation and learn precisely how.'
‘I can't believe,' Nicole said, ‘that they could be so foolish. In spite of what they said and you said. With the von Lessinger equipment at their disposal -- ‘ It seemed impossible to her that Bertold Goltz and the others had simply let themselves be killed; logically, they should have been beyond reach.
‘They were frightened,' Pembroke said. ‘And frightened people lose the ability to think.'
Ahead lay Nicole's office.
On the floor before the doorway lay an inert form. It was Janet Raimer.
‘We found ourselves in a position where we were coerced into doing that,' Pembroke said. ‘Or rather -- let's face it we wanted to do it. Let's be honest with each other, finally. No, I don't have to. Taking care of Miss Raimer was an act of pure, enjoyable volition.' He stepped over Janet's body and opened the door to Nicole's office.
In the office stood Richard Kongrosian. ‘Something terrible's happening to me,' Kongrosian wailed, as soon as he spied the two of them. ‘I no longer can keep myself and my environment separate; do you comprehend how that feels? It's awful!' He came towards them, visibly quaking; his eyes rolled with abject fear and sweat stood out on his neck and forehead and hands. ‘Can you understand?'
‘Later,' Pembroke said to him, nervously. Again she saw the tic, the involuntary grimace. To her Pembroke said, ‘First, I want you to read over that material I gave you. Get started on it right away.' Once more he examined his wristwatch. ‘The TV technicians should have been here and set up by now.'
Kongrosian said, ‘I sent them away. They made it even more difficult for me. Look -- see that desk? I'm now part of it and it's part of me! Watch and I'll show you.' He scrutinized the desk intently, his mouth working. And, on the desk, a vase of pale roses lifted, moved through the air towards Kongrosian. The vase, as they watched, passed into Kongrosian's chest and disappeared. ‘It's inside me now,' he quavered. ‘I absorbed it. Now it's me. And -- ‘ He gestured at the desk. ‘I'm it!'
In the spot where the vase had been Nicole saw, forming into density and mass and colour, a complicated tangle of interwoven organic matter, smooth red tubes and what appeared to be portions of an endocrine system. A section, she realized, of Kongrosian's internal anatomy. Perhaps, she thought, his spleen and circulatory configurations that maintained it. The organ, whatever it was, regularly pulsed; it was alive and active. How elaborate it is, she thought; she could not take her eyes from it, and even Wilder Pembroke was gazing fixedly at it.
‘I'm turning inside out!'
Kongrosian wailed. ‘Pretty soon if this keeps up I'm going to have to envelop the entire universe and everything in it, and the only thing that'll be outside me will be my internal organs and then most likely I'll die!'
‘Listen, Kongrosian,' Pembroke said harshly. He turned the gun towards the psychokinetic concert pianist. ‘What do you mean by sending the TV crew out of here? I need them in this office; Nicole's going to address the nation. You go and tell them to come back.' He gestured at Kongrosian with the gun. ‘Or get a White House employee who -- ‘
He broke off. The gun had left his hand.
‘Help me!' Kongrosian howled. ‘It's becoming me and Ihave to be it!' The gun vanished into Kongrosian's body.
In Pembroke's hand a spongy, pink mass of lung-tissue appeared; instantly he dropped it and at once Kongrosian shrieked with pain.
Nicole shut her eyes. ‘Richard,' she moaned gratingly.
‘Stop it. Get control of yourself.'
‘Yes,' Kongrosian said, and giggled helplessly. ‘I can get hold of myself, pick myself up, the organs and vital parts all around me, lying on the floor; maybe I can stuff them back inside, somehow.'
Opening her eyes, Nicole said, ‘Can you get me out of here, now? Move me a long way off, Richard. Please.'
‘I can't breathe,' Kongrosian panted. ‘Pembroke has part of my breathing-apparatus and he dropped it; he didn't take care of it -- he let me fall.' He made a gesture towards the NP man ...
Quietly, his face drained of colour and the ordinary hopefulness of the process of life, Pembroke said, ‘He's shut off something inside me. Some essential organ.'
‘That's right!' Kongrosian shrieked. ‘I shut off your -- but I'm not going to tell you.' Slyly, he poked a finger at Pembroke, waggling it in his direction. ‘Only this; I'll say this: you'll live for about, oh, say, four more hours.' He laughed. ‘What do you say to that?'
‘Can you turn it back on?' Pembroke managed to say.
Pain had infiltrated his features now; he was suffering.
‘If I want,' Kongrosian said. ‘But I don't want to because I don't have time. I've got to collect myself.' He scowled in rapt concentration. ‘I'm busy evicting every foreign object that's managed to enter me,' he explained to Pembroke and Nicole. ‘And I want myself back; I'm going to make myself come back inside.' He glowered at the pink spongy mass of lung tissue. ‘You're me,' he told it. ‘You're part of the I-world, not the non-I. Understand?'
‘Please take me a long way from here,' Nicole said to him.
‘Okay, okay,' Kongrosian agreed irritably. ‘Where do you want to be? In another city entirely? On Mars? Who knows how far I can move you -- I don't. As Mr Pembroke said, I haven't really learned the political uses of my ability, even after all these years. But anyhow now I'm in politics.' He chuckled with delight. ‘What about Berlin? I can move you from here to Berlin; I'm confident of that.'
‘Anything,' Nicole said.
‘I know where I'll send you.' Kongrosian exclaimed suddenly. ‘I know where you'll be safe, Nicky. Understand, I want you to be safe; I believe in you, I know you exist. No matter what those damn news machines say. I mean, they're lying. I can tell. They're trying to shake my confidence in you; they've all ganged up, saying exactly the same thing.'