 What can the captives do?
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] If it only had a lease that could be broken— Roger Tennant, crossing the lawn, could see two of the three wings of the house, which radiated spoke-like from its heptagonal central portion. That on the right was sundeck solar-house living-machine modern, something like a montage of shoeboxes. Dana was lying under a tree near the door, stretched out on a sort of deck chair with her eyes closed. She wore a golden gown, long and close-fitting and slit up the leg like the gown of a Chinese woman. Above it her comely face was sullen beneath its sleek cocoon of auburn hair. He had thought them up in a moment of utter boredom and they were extremely comfortable. Their captors had no idea of how a woven design should behave. He could sense the restless stirring of the woman within Dana, just as he could feel the stirring toward her within himself—desire that both of them loathed because it was implanted within them by their captors. Within the dome of the barrier, it looked more like a well-kept if bizarre little country estate. They entered the house, which had no roof, continued to move beneath a sky that glowed with light which did not come from a sun or moon. It was a prison, a cage. The other two women were sitting in the heptagonal central hall. Eudalia, who had borne twin girls recently, was lying back, newly thin and dark of skin and hair, smoking a scentless cigarette. A tall woman, thirtyish, she wore a sort of shimmering green strapless evening gown. Eudalia had been a female foreman in a garment-cutting shop before being captured and brought through. Tennant wanted to put an encouraging hand on her shoulder, to say something that might cheer her up, for she was by far the youngest of the three female captives, barely nineteen. "Lay off—he can't help it," said Eudalia unexpectedly. "But he doesn't have to—have them," objected Olga. "Let's get the meal ordered," said Dana and they were all silent, thinking of what they wanted to eat but would not enjoy when it came. It arrived before the meal, materializing against one of the seven walls of the roofless chamber. At once the air was hideous with the acerate harmony of a singing commercial.... ... so go soak your head, be it gold, brown or red, in Any-tone Shampoo!
 create things they think about
 control their ability to have children  escape back to their homes when they desire  fight the alien commands  create things they think about