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THE FEELING OF POWER by Isaac Asimov JEHAN SHUMAN was used to dealing with the men in authori- ty on long-embattled Earth. He was only a civilian but he originated programming patterns that resulted in self-direct- ing war computers of the highest sort. Generals consequent- ly listened to him. Heads of congressional committees, too. There was one of each in the special lounge of New Pentagon. General Weider was space-burnt and had a small mouth puckered almost into a cipher. Congressman Brant was smooth-cheeked and clear-eyed. He smoked Denebian tobacco with the air of one whose patriotism was so no- torious, he could be allowed such liberties. Shuman, tall, distinguished, and Programmer-first-class, faced them fearlessly. He said, This, gentlemen, is Myron Aub. The one with the unusual gift that you discovered quite by accident, said Congressman Brant placidly. Ah. He inspected the little man with the egg-bald head with amia- ble curiosity. The little man, in return, twisted the fingers of his hands anxiously. He had never been near such great men before. He was only an aging low-grade Technician who had long ago failed all tests designed to smoke out the gifted ones among mankind and had settled into the rut of unskilled labour. There was just this hobby of his that the great Programmer had found out about and was now making such a frightening fuss over. General Weider said, I find this atmosphere of mystery childish. You wont in a moment, said Shuman. This is not some- thing we can leak to the firstcomer.Aub! There was some- thing imperative about his manner of biting off that one-syllable name, but then he was a great Programmer speaking to a mere Technician. Aub! How much is nine times seven? Aub hesitated a moment. His pale eyes glimmered with a feeble anxiety. Sixty-three, he said. Congressman Brant lifted his eyebrows. Is that righ