We were all facing inward, facing each other, shutting out the outside world.

But this thing, this Training, was about breaking paradigms, about letting go of what was so we could invent what wasn't; it was about preparing us to meet the rest of the universe.

That was what was wrong. We were pointed in the wrong direction.

I stood up and turned my chair around. I pointed it outward. Instead of having my back to the outside world, I could turn my face to it. I could face the entire universe because I trusted the people behind me to guard my backside.

Behind me, I heard a gasp. Somebody else got it. It was the woman who'd had the worried expression. She looked delighted with herself. She stood up and turned her chair around too.

Then I began to hear the sounds of other chairs scraping and being moved. And pretty soon everybody was turning their chairs around, grinning and laughing and giggling as they did so. It was all a joke now.

We sat this way for a while, all facing outward, all ready to meet the universe.

And still nothing happened.

It still wasn't complete.

Damn! What was I missing?

Oh, my God.

Oh, shit!

Jason Delandro.

He'd said it.

This was his revenge.

At the moment I most needed to figure something out, it was his words that were the trigger.

Before I could complete The Mode Training, I would have to acknowledge that Jason Delandro had been right about something.

How much had he been right about?

I'd have a lot of time to think about that. I'd have to sort it out. I'd have to take it apart, piece by piece, and see what had really happened.

I stood up.

I said, "I know what has to happen next."

They all looked at me.

I said, "Listen. When we start out life; we're in one mode: we're waiting for Santa Claus. We're waiting for the next wonderful thing to happen. But one day, we realize there ain't no Santa Claus. Most of us are smart enough to figure that out before we get out of high school. He ain't coming. So we stop waiting for him, and that's when we shift into the second mode: waiting for rigor mortis."

A few people laughed.

"There's a third place to be," I said, ignoring the chuckles. "But to get there, we have to give up waiting."

They started to applaud-I held up my hand. "No. The time for applause is over." I was very sure of myself and I could hear the clarity in my voice. "The Training is over." They looked at each other, they looked at me-and they burst into grins! We all started cheering! We pounded each other on the back. We hugged and we kissed-and we headed for the doors, pushing them open with a bang

Foreman and all the assistants were waiting for us on the other side.

And that's when the party really started.

We roared and hollered and stamped and whistled and cheered, all of us together.

We challenged the universe.

The meek may inherit the earth, but the rest of us are going to the stars!

We could have gone on like that forever, but in the middle of it, Lizard slipped up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder. I turned to grab her and kiss her, but instead she handed me my orders.

I fumbled them open and started to read. I looked up, halfway through, and stared at her, confused and questioning.

She was unhappy about it too, but all she said was, "The chopper's waiting in the parking lot. Come on, it's time to go." It took me only a moment. I let go of the past. I let go of the confusion. This was the job now.

I understood exactly. The universe was roaring back. "Right," I said. "Let's go to work."

David Gerrold made his television writing debut with the nowclassic "The Trouble With Tribbles" episode of the original Star Trek TV series. Since 1967, he has story-edited three TV series, edited five anthologies, and written two non-fiction books about television production (both of which have been used as textbooks), and over a dozen novels, three of which have been nominated for the prestigious Hugo and Nebula Awards.

His television credits include multiple episodes of Star Trek, Tales From the Darkside, Twilight Zone, The Real Ghostbusters, Logan's Run, and Land of the Lost.

His novels include When H.A.R.L.l.E. Was One, The Man Who Folded Himself, A Matter for Men and A Day for Damnation. His short stories have appeared in most of the major science fiction magazines, including Galaxy, If, Amazing, and Twilight Zone.

Gerrold has also published columns and articles in Starlog, Profiles, lnfoworld, Creative Computing. Galileo, A-Plus, and other science fiction and computing periodicals. He averages over two dozen lecture appearances per year, and also teaches screenwriting at Pepperdine University.

David Gerrold has completed working on the staff of Star Trek: The Next Generation, and is now preparing a new SF TV series for The Arthur Company and Universal Television.