"I'm sure your first thought was to escape and call the police, turn us all in.  But that won't work here, Mr. Sheckley.  You see, the Fab Corporation isn't just the best corporation in the country, it is its own country.  When you entered the front gate, you left America behind and entered the Fab Corporation, a legal nation-state.  We're protected, Mr. Sheckley.  Totally protected.

"What did you think?  That you were going to survive this?  Why do you think you were selected in the first place?  Because we knew you wouldn't!  All those pre-interview tests we gave you, the blood tests, the background checks, the psych profiling.  You are perfect for this, Mr. Sheckley.  Perfect.  Darwin wrote the book on you.  Mendel couldn't have cultivated a better candidate himself.  Give in to it.  Let the world go. You were never any good at it anyway."  She continued on but Sheckley wasn't listening.  He was desperatey looking past her.  There didn't seem to be a way out.  Then, Darwin rewrote his book right before Sheckley's eyes.

A small man with large framed glasses snuck up behind Miss Hays as she continued to harangue Sheckley.  He had small hands and a rumpled suit but mostly Sheckley noticed the heavy wire garrote he carried in those small hands.  In one quick motion, he had Miss Hays down and began a rant of his own as he tightened the wire noose.