CHAPTER XVThe Crisis Point
JOHN LUX sat himself swiftly in the huge, thronelike chair of Malaire’s behind the vast, smooth desk of polished mahogany. The time for doubt and questioning was past; the moment of decision was upon him now, and he was swift to act.
The self-destruction of the Weapon Machine had decided him, just as the flesh robot who had once been Jonas Havering had known it would.
Rapidly, Lux put himself en rapport with the City Brain. The intricate mechanisms concealed in the great throne-chair were direct connective links with the hidden adyta of the metal mind that controlled the Living City. Now Jon Lux extended his sensories, infiltrating his mind extensions into the memory banks of the colossal artificial intelligence, as he had done earlier.
Automatic safeguards h
