 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. 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'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. I snap on a green button, and everything seems to cut off around 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. Then it comes to you slowly that you're actually traveling in time. "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. If you don't, it's a good way of going crazy. There may have been a time when you did invent the machine—the atomic motor first, then the time-machine. I figured out once that such a universe would need some seven or eight time and space dimensions. Maybe there is no machine, and it's just easier for us to imagine it. When you spend thirty years thinking about it, as I did—and you will—you get further and further from an answer. That means you either carry a small time field with you, or you are catching a small increment of time from the main field. You suddenly realize that everything in the machine is wide open, yet you haven't seen any effects of air loss. Out there is neither time nor space, apparently. He told me, just as I'm telling you, that it's an interstellar civilization." We have to walk up a flight of stairs, and there is an elevator waiting, fortunately with the door open. It gives out a coughing noise and the basement openings begin to click by us. There's no feeling of acceleration—some kind of false gravity they use in the future.
 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