"Can we fix these broken wires?"
Hilton shook his head. The shock of the breaking seemed to have steadied him a little. "No," he said. "Too much burned out."
"Then we're beaten." Falken turned a bitter, snarling face to the green sky, raised one futile fist and shook it. Then he was silent, looking at the others.
Sheila Moore said softly, "This is the end, isn't it?"
Falken nodded. And Miner Hilton said,
"I'm not afraid, now." He looked at the trees that hung over them, waiting, and shook his head. "I don't understand. Now that I know I'm going to die, I'm not afraid."
Sheila's green eyes were soft and misty. She kissed Hilton, slowly and tenderly, on the lips.
Falken turned his back and stared at the twisted ugly trees. He didn't see them. And he wasn't thinking of the Unregenerate
