"It’s so," said Calvin. "He took care of you, and kept you safe, but you couldn’t handle any controls, because they weren’t for you—just for the humorous Brain. We could reach you by radio, but you couldn’t answer. You had plenty of food, but all of it beans and milk. Then you died, so to speak, and were reborn, but the period of your death was made . . . well . . . interesting. I wish I knew how he did it. It was The Brain’s prize joke, but he meant no harm."