"
"We might give the Lord Mayor a recording and a player and let him
decide when the people ought to listen--if that's the word--to it,"
Dorver said. "Then it would be something of their own."
"No!" He spoke so vehemently that the others started. "You know
what would happen? Nobody would be able to turn it off; they'd
all be hypnotized, or doped, or whatever it is. They'd just sit
in a circle around it till they starved to death, and when the
power-unit gave out, the record-player would be surrounded by
a ring of skeletons. We'll just have to keep on playing it for
them ourselves. Terrans' Burden."
"That'll give us a sanction over them," Gofredo observed. "Extra
_thugg-thugg_ if they're very good; shut it off on them if they act
nasty. And find out what Lillian has in her voice that the rest of
us don't have, and make a good loud recording of that, and stash it
away along with the rest of the heavy-weapons ammunition. You know,
you're not going to have any trouble at all, when we go down-country
to talk to the king or whatever. This is better than fire-water ever
was.
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