 Why did Jerome not stop when he was being shouted at when leaving the futuristic civilization?
There is one fact no sane man can quarrel with ... But some men aren't sane; thus it isn't always so! You will, you know, so why quibble about it? At least, you always have ... or do ... or will. I don't know, verbs get all mixed up. And you can look at the revenue stamp date, if you still doubt my story. It's a real wrench when a man meets himself for the first time. Some kind of telepathy seems to work between two of the same people. So I'll simply go ahead talking for half an hour or so, until you get over it. You know, I could try to change things around by telling what happened to me; but he—I—told me what I was going to do, so I might as well do the same. So let's begin when you get up in half an hour and come out with me. Yes, it'll be pretty obvious it must be a time machine. You've seen it, just a small little cage with two seats, a luggage compartment, and a few buttons on a dash. You'll be puzzling over what I'll tell you, and you'll be getting used to the idea that you are the man who makes atomic power practical. Jerome Boell, just a plain engineer, the man who put atomic power in every home. You won't exactly believe it, but you'll want to go along. So I cut off your questions, and get you inside. I snap on a green button, and everything seems to cut off around us. You can see a sort of foggy nothing surrounding the cockpit; it is probably the field that prevents passage through time from affecting us. You start to say something, but by then I'm pressing a black button, and everything outside will disappear. You are completely outside of time and space, as best you can guess how things are. Where the screen ends, your hand just turns over and pokes back at you. Then it comes to you slowly that you're actually traveling in time. Then you feel silly, because you'll remember that I said you'd ask that. Well, I asked it after I was told, then I came back and told it to you, and I still can't help answering when you speak. "Maybe it's no dimension—or it might be the fifth; if you're going to skip over the so-called fourth without traveling along it, you'd need a fifth.
 He was unsure what they wanted and didn't want to wait and find out.
 He was unsure what they wanted and didn't want to wait and find out.  He knew they had caught on to his actions.  He was fearing being held there for theft.  He knew they were going to switch the generator with another