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SINISTER PARADISE by Robert Moore Williams 124
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THE SKULL by Philip K. Dick 107
SHORT STORIES
THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE by Charles Beaumont 4
HOLES, INCORPORATED by L. Major Reynolds 18
MARLEY'S CHAIN by Alan E. Nourse ~4
AN EMPTY BOTTLE by Mari Wolf • 36
THE SPACE CLAUSE by L. Sprague de Camp 53
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GUEST EDITORIAL 97
POSTMAN COMETH 157
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ticket on my car. Fifteen bucks. Fif- miles. And use only ~e best oil-
teen bucks, they charge in that town the kind they bring around in an
for putting your car in the wrong armoured car.
place! They were having a little fi- Brother, I've been had! If thail..''',
nancial trouble, but I sent in a old 1937 Dodge I came east
check for the fine, so I guess their hadn't dropped its motor in the'
money matters are all straightened middle of the road, I'd still be a
out now. happy guy.
,
Mary was a misfit. She didn't want to be
beautiful. And she wasted time doing mad
things-like eating '1>,and sleeping.
ThE! BE!~l1Iliful \
PE!oplE!
By Charles Beaumont
tearing flesh and ripping pones,
Mary closed her eyes.
"Mother."
Mrs. Cuberle glanced up from
her magazine.
"Hmm?"
"Do we have to wait much long-
er?"
"I don't think so. Why?"
Mary said nothing but looked at
the moving wall.
"Dh, that." Mrs. Cuberle laughed
6 CHARLES BEAUMONT
and shook her head. "That tired to answer the questions that wduld
old thing. Read a magazine, Mary, be asked.
like I'm doing. We've all seen that "Mother-"
a million times." "Gracious, what'is it now! Can't
"Does it have to be on, Mother?" you sit still for a minute?"
"Well, nobody seems to be watch- "But we've been here three
ing. I don't think the doctor would hours."
mind if I switched it off." Mrs. Cuberle sniffed.
Mrs. CuberIe rose from the couch "Do--do I really have to?"
and walked to the wall. She de- "Now don't be silly, Mary. After
pressed a little button and the life those terrible things you told me, of
went from the wall, flickering and course you do."
glowing. An olive-skinned woman in a
Mary opened her eyes. transparent white uniform came
"Honestly," Mrs. Cuberle said to into the reception room.
a woman sitting beside her, "you'd "Cuberle. Mrs...zena Cuberle?"
think they'd try to get something "Yes.", .
else. We might as well go to the "Doctor will see you now."
museum and watch the first landing Mrs. Cuberle took Mary's hand
on Mars. The Mayoraka Disaster- and they walked behind the nurse
really!" down a long corridor.
The woman replied without dis- A man who seemed in his middle
tracting her eyes from the maga- twen ties looked up from a desk. He
zine page. "It's the doctor's idea. smiled and gestured toward two ad-
Psychological." joining chairs.
Mrs. Cuberle opened her mouth "Well-well."
and IIlQved her head up and' down "Doctor Hartel, 1-"
.knowingly.
"Ohhh. I should have known
the.re was some reason. Still, who
watches it?"
"The children do. Makes them
T HE. doctor snapped his fing-
ers.
"Of course, I know. Your daugh-
think, makes them grateful or some- ter. }Ia ha, I certainly do know
. thing." your trouble. Get so many of them
"Ohhh." nowadays-takes up most of my
"Psydhological." time."
Mary' picked up a magazine and "You do?" asked Mrs. Cuberle.
leafed through the pages. All photo- "Frankly, it had begun to upset
graphs, of women and men. Women me."
like Mother and like the others in "Upset? Hmm. Not good. Not
the room; slender, tanned, shapely, good at all. Ah, but then-if people
beautiful women; and men with did not get upset, we psychiatrists
large muscles and shiny hair. Worn.- would be out of a job, eh? Go the
. en and men, all looking alike, all way of the early M. D. But, I as-
perfect and beautiful. She folded sure you, I need hear no more." He
the magazine and wondered how turned his handsome face to Mary.
THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE 7
"Little girl, how old are you?" conscious. She feels that her body
"Eighteen, sir." has developed sufficiently for the
"Oh, a real bit of impatience. It's Transformation-which of course it
just about time, of course. What has not, not quite yet-and she can-
might your name be?" not understand the complex reasons
"Mary." that compel her to wait until some
"Channing! And so unusual. future date. Mary looks at you, at
Well now, Mary, may I say that I the women all about her, at the pic-
understand your problem-under~ tures, and then she looks into a mir-
stand it thoroughly?" ror. From pure perfection of body,
Mrs. Cuberle smiled and face, limbs, pigmentation, carriage,
smoothed the sequins on her blouse. stance, from simon-pure perfection,
"Madam, you have no idea how if I may be allowed the expression,
many there are these days. Some- she sees herself and is horrified. Isn't
times it preys on their minds so that that 'so, my dear child? Of course-
it affects them physically, even men- of course. She asks herself, why must
tally. Makes them act strange, say I be hideous, unbalanced, oversize,
peculiar, unexpected things. One undersize, full of revolting skin
. little girl I recall was so distraught eruptions, badly schemed organical-
she did nothing but brood all day ly? In short, Mary is tired of being
long. Can you imagine!" a monster and is overly anxious to
"That's what Mary does. When achieve what almost everyone else
. she finally told me, doctor, I has already achieved."
thought she had gone-you know." "But-" said Mrs. Cuberle.
"That bad, eh? Afraid we~ll have "This much you understand,
to start a re-education program. doubtless. Now, Mary, what you
very soon, or they'll all be like this. object tqis that our society offers
I believe I'll suggest it to the senator you, and the others like you; no con-
day after tomorrow.'f vincing logic on the side of waiting
"I don't quite understand, doc- until age nineteen. It is all taken for
tor." granted, and you want to know
"Simply, Mrs. Cuberle, that the why! It is that simple. A non-tech-
children have got to be thoroughly nical explanation will not suffice-
instructed. Thoroughly. Too much mercy no! The modern child wants
is taken for granted and childish facts, soli~ technical data, to satisfy
minds somehow refuse to accept her every question. And that, as you
things without definite reason. Chil- can both see, will take a good deal
dren have become far too intellec- of reorganizing."
tual, which, as I trust I.needn't re- "But-" said Mary.
mind you, is a dangerous thing." "The child is upset, nervous,
"Yes, but what has this to do tense; she acts strange, peculiar,
with~" odd, worries you and makes herself
"With Mary? Everything,' of ill because it is beyond our meagre
course. Mary, like half the sixteen, powers to put it across. I tell you,
seventeen and eighteen year olds to- what we need is a whole new hasis
day, has begun to feel acutely self- . for learning. And, thai will take
8 CHARLES BEAUMONT
doing. It will take doing, Mrs. Cu- "Well, then what is it?"
berle. Now, don't you worry about "Perhaps she is lying. We haven't
Mary, and don't you worry, child. completely eliminated that factor as
I'll prescribe some pills and-" yet; it slips into certain organisms."
"No, no, doctor! You'reall mixed More tests. More machines and
up," cried Mrs. Cuberle. more negative results.
"I beg your pardon, Madam?" Mary pushed her foot in a circle
"What I mean is, you've got it on the floor. When the doctor put
wrong. Tell him, Mary, tell the doc- his hands to her shoulders, she
tor what you told me." looked up pleasantly.
Mary shifted uneasily in the "Little girl," said the handsome
chair. man, "do you actually mean to tell
"It's that-I don't want it." us that you prefer that body?"
The doctor's well-proportioned "Yes sir."
jaw dropped. . "May I ask why."
"Would you please repeat that?" "I like it. It's-hard to explain,
"I said, I don't want the Trans- but it's me and that's what I like.
formation." Not the looks, maybe, but the me."
"D-Don'f want it?" "You can look in the mirror and
"You see? She told me. That's see yourself, then look at-well, at
why I came to you." your mother and be content?"
The doctor looked at Mary sus- "Yes, sir." Mary thought of her
piciously. reasons; fuzzy, vague, but very
"But that's impossible! I have definitely there. Maybe she had said
never heard of such a thing. Little the reason. No. Only a part of it.
girl, you are playing a joke!" "Mrs. Cuberle," the doctor said,
Mary nodded negatively. "I suggest that your husband have
"See, doctor. What can it be?" a long talk with Mary."
Mrs. Cuberle rose and began to "My husband is dead. That affair
pace. near Ganymede, I believe. Some-
thing like that." .. -1
"Oh, splendid. Rocket man, eh?
HE DOCTOR clucked his Very interesting organisms. Some-
T tongue and took from a small
cupboard a black box covered with
thing always seems to happen to
rocket men, in one way or another.
buttons and dials and wire. But-I suppose we should do some-
"Oh no, you don't think-I thing." The doctor scratched his
mean, could it?" jaw. "When did she first start talk-
"We shall soon see." The doctor ing this way," he asked.
revolved a number of dials and "Oh, for quite some time. I used
studied the single bulb in the center to think it was because she was such
of the box. It did not flicker. He a baby. But lately, the time getting
removed handles from Mary's head. so close and all, I thought I'd bet-
"Dear me," the doctor said, "dear ter see you."
me. Your daughter is perfectly sane, "Of course, yes, very wise. Er-
Mrs. Cuberle." does she, also do odd things?"
THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE 9
"Well, I found her on the second and he was right."
level one night. She was lying on the Mrs. Cuberle flushed.
floor and when I asked her what she "My husband was a little strange,
was doing, she said she was trying to Doctor Hortel. He kept those things
sleep." despite everything I said.
Mary flinched. She was sorry, in "Dear me, I-excllse me."
a way, that Mother had found that The muscular, black-haired doc-
out. tor walked to another cabinet and
"To-did you say 'sleep'?" selected from the shelf a bottle.
"That's right." From the bottle he took two large
"Now where could she have pills and swallowed them.
picked that up?" "Sleep-books-doesn't" wan.t the
"No idea." Transformation-Mrs. Cuberle, my
"Mary, don't you know that no- dear good woman, this is Rrave.
body sleeps anymore? That we have Doesn't want the Transformation.
an infinitely greater life-span than I would appreciate it if you would
our poor ancestors now that the change psychiatrists: I am very busy
wasteful state of unconsciousness and, uh, this is somewhat special-
has been conquered? Child, have ized. I suggest Centraldome. Many
you actually slept? No one knows fine doctors there. Goodbye."
how anymore." , The doctor turned and sat down
"No sir, but I almost did." in a large chair and folded his
The doctor sighed. "But, it's un- hands. Mary watched him and won-
heard of! How could you begin to dered why the simple statements
try to do something people have for- should have so changed things. But
gotten entirely about?" the doctor did not move from the
"The way it was described in the chair.
book, it sounded nice, that's all." "Well f" said Mrs. Cuberle and
Mary was feeling very uncom~ walked quickly from the room.
fortable now. Home and no talking The man's legs were being blown
man in a foolish white gown ... off again as they left the reception
"Book, book? Are there books at room.
your Unit, Madam?"
"There could be-I haven't
cleaned up in a while."
"That is certainly peculiar. I
haven't seen a book for years. Not
M ARY considered the reflection
in the mirrored wall. She sat
op the floor and looked at different
since' 17." angles of herself: profile, full-face,
Mary began to fidget and stare full length, naked, clothed. Then
nervously about. she took up the magazine and
"But with the tapes, why should studied it. She sighed.
you try and read books-where did "Mirror, mirror on the wall-"
you get them?" The words came haltingly to her
"Daddy did. He got them from mind and from her lips. She hadn't
his father and so did Grandpa. He read them, she recalled. Daddy had
said they're better than the tapes said them, quoted them as he put it.
10 CHARLES BEAUMONT
But they too were lines from a book Wa~oner."
- "who is the fairest of-" "Sorry-"
A picture of Mother sat upon the Mrs. Cuberle sat on the couch
dresser and Mary considered this and crossed her legs carefully.
now. Looked for a long time at the "What in the world were you
slender, feminine neck. The golden doing on the floor?" .
skin, smooth and without blemish, "Trying to sleep."
without wrinkles and without age. "Now, I won't hear of it! You've
The- dark brown eyes and the thin got to stop it! You kil.Ow you're not
tapers of eyebrows, the long black insane. Why should you want.to do
lashes, set evenly, so that each half such a silly thing?"
of the face corresponded precisely. "The books. And Daddy told me
The half-parted-mouth, a violet tint about it."
against the gold, the white, white "And you mustn't read those ter-
teeth, even, sparkling. rible things."
Mother. Beautiful, Transformed "Why-is there a law against
Mother. And back again to the mir- them?"
ror. "Well, no, but people tired of
"-of them all ..." books when the tapes came in. You
The image of ~ rather chubby know that. The house is full of
girl, without lines of rhythm or tapes; anything you want."
grace, without perfection. Splotchy Mary stuck out her lower lip.
skin full of little holes, puffs in the "They're no fun. All about the
cheeks, red eruptions on the fore- Wars and the colonizations."
head. Perspiration, shapeless llnir "And I suppose books are fun?"
flowing onto shapeless shoulders "Yes. They are."
down a shapeless body. Like all of "And that's where you got this
them, before the Transformation. idiotic notion that you don't want
Did they all look like this, before? the Transformation, isn't it? Of
Did Mother, even? course it is. Well, we'll see to that!"
Mary thought hard, trying to re-
member exactly what Daddy and
Grandpa had said, why they said the
Transformation was a bad thing,
and why she .believed and agreed
M .
RS. CUBERLE rose quickly
and took the books from the
corner and from the closet and filled
with them so strongly. It made little her arms with them. She looked
sense, but they were right. They everywhere in the room and
were right! And one daY', she would gathered the old rotten volumes.
understand completely. These she carried from the room
Mrs. Cuberle slammed the door and threw into the elevator. A but-
angrily and Mary jumped to her . ton guided the doors shut.
feet. She hadn't forgotten about it. "I thought you'd do that," Mary
"The way you upset Dr. Hortel.· said. "That's why I hid most of
He won't even see me anymore, and the good ones. Where you'll never
these traumas are getting horrible. find them." .
I'll have to get that awful Dr. Mrs. Cub~rle put a satin hand-
THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE 11
kerchief to her eyes and began to mation. And what if he hears of all
weep. this, what'll happen then?"
"Just look at you. Look. I don't· "Daddy said I was beautiful."
know what I ever did to deserve "Well really, dear. You do have
this !" eyes."
"Deserve what, Mother? What "Daddy said that real beauty is
am I doing that's so wrong?" Mary's only skin deep. He said a lot of
mind rippled in a confused stream. things like that and when I read
"What!" Mrs. Cuberle screamed, the books I felt the same way. I
«What! Do you think I want people guess I don't want to look like
to point to you and say I'm the everybody else, that's all." No, that's
mother of an idiot? That's what not it. Not at all it.
they'll say, you'll see. Or," she "That man had too much to do
looked up hopefully, "have you with you. You'll notice that he had
changed your mind?" his Transformation, though!"
"No." The vague reasons, long- "But he was sorry. He told me
ing to be put into words. that if he had it to do over again,
"It doesn't hurt. They just take he'd never do it. He said for me to
off a little skin and put some on and be stronger than he was."
give you pills and electronic treat- "Well, I won't have it. You're
ments and things like that. It not going to get away with this,
doesn't take more than a week." young- lady. After all, I am your
"No." The reason. mother."
"Don't you want to be beautiful, A bulb flickered in the bathroom
like other people-like me? Look and Mrs. Cuberle walked uncer-
at your friend Shala, she's getting tainly to the cabinet. She took out a
her Transformation next month. little cardboard box.
And she's almost pretty now." "Time for lunch."
"Mother, I don't care-" Mary nodded. That was another
"If it's the bones yoU;re worried thing the books talked about, which
about, well, that doesn't hurt. They . the tapes did not. Lunch seemed to
give .you a shot and when you wake be something special long ago, or
up, everything's .moulded right. at least different. The books talked
Everything, to suit the personality.'" of strange ways of putting a load of
"I don't care, I don't care." things into the mouth and chew-
"But why?" ing these things. Enjoying them.
"I like me the way I am." Almost Strange and somehow wonderful.
-almost exactly. But not quite. "And you'd better get ready for
Part of it, however. Part of what work."
Daddy and Grandpa meant. "Yes, Mother."
"But you're so ugly, dear! Like
Dr. Hortel said. "And Mr. Willmes,
at the factory. He told some people
he thought you were the ugliest girl T HE office was quiet and without
,shadows. The walls gave off a
he'd ever seen. Says he'll be thank- steady luminescence, distributed the
ful when you have your Transfor- light evenly upon all the desks and
12 CHARLES BEAUMONT
tables. And it was neither hot nor want to stay this way."
cold. The man looked at Mary and
Mary held the ruler firmly and then {;oughed, embarrassedly.
allowed the pen t~ travel down the "What the hell-excuse me, kid,
metal edge effortlessly. The new but-I don't exactly get it. You, uh,
black lines were small and accurate. you saw the psychiatrist?"
.She tipped her head, compared the "Yes sir. I'm not insane. Dr.
notes beside her to the plan she was Hortel can tell you."
working on. She noticed the beau- "·1 didn't mean anything like
tiful people looking at her more fur- that. Well-" the man laughed
tively than before, and she ,won- nervously. "I don't know what to
dered about this as she made her say. You're still a cub, but you do
lines. swell work. Lot of good results, lots
A'tall man rose from his desk in of comments from the stations. But,
the rear of the office and walked Mr. Poole won't like it."
down the aisle to Mary's table. He "I know. I know what you mean,
surveyed her work, allowing his eyes Mr. Willmes. But nothing can
to travel cautiously from ,her face change my mind. I want to stay this
to the draft. way and that's all there is to it."
Mary looked around. "But-you'll get old before you're
"Nice job," said the man. half through life."
"Thank you, Mr. Willmes." Yes, she would. Old, like the
"Dralich shouldn't have anything Elders, wrinkled and brittle, unable
to complain about. That crane to move right. Old. "It's hard to
should hold the whole damn city." make you understand. But I don't
"It's. very good alloy, sit." see why it should make any differ-
"Yeah. Say, kid, you' got a min- ence."
ute?" . - "Don't go getting me wrong,
"Yes sir." now. It's not me, but, you know, I
"Let's go into Mullinson's office." don't own Interplan. I just work
The big handsome man led the here. Mr. Poole likes things running
way into a small cubby-hole of a smooth and it's my job to carry it
room. He motioned to a chair and out. And soon as everybody finds
sat on the edge of one desk. . out, things wouldn't run smooth.
"Kid, I never was one to beat There'll be a big stink. The dames
around the bush. Somebody called will start asking questions and talk."
in little while ago, gave me some "Will you accept my resignation,
crazy story about you not wanting then, Mr. Willmes?"
the Transformation." "Sure you won't change your
Mary said "Oh." D~ddy had said mind?"
it would have to happen, some day.. "No sir. I decided that a long
This must be what he meant. time ago. And I'm sorry now that
"I would've told them they were I told Mother or anyone else. No
way off the beam, but I wanted to sir, I won't change my mind."
talk to you first, get it straight." "Well, I'm sorry, Mary. You been
"Well, sir, it's true. I don't. r doing awful swell work. Couple of
THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE 13
years you could be centralled on body will even come over! I told
one of the. asteroids, the way you you what would happen."
been working. But if you should "Mother!"
change your mind, there'll always be "They say you should be in the
a job for you here." Circuses."
"Thank you, sir." Mary went into another room.
"No hard feelings?" Mrs. Cuberle followed. "How are
"No hard feelings." we going to live? Where does the
"Okay then. You've got till money come from now? Just be-
March. And between you and me, I cause you're stubborn on this crazy
hope by then you've decided the idea. Crazy crazy crazy! Can I sup-
other way." port both of us? They'll be firing
Mary walked back down the aisle, me, nextl"
past the rows of desks. Past the men "Why is this happening?"
and women. The handsome, model "Because of you, that's why. No-
men and the beautiful, perfect body else on this planet has ever
women, perfect, all perfect, all refused the Transformation. But
looking alike. Looking exactly alike. you turn it down. You want to be
She sat down again and took up u~ly!"
her ruler and pen. Mary put her arms about her
mother's shoulders. "I wish I could
explain, I've tried so hard to. It isn't
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Would you like to see all hell break loose?
Just make a few holes in nothing at all-push
some steel beams through the holes-and then
head for the hills. But first, read what hap-
pened to some people who really did it.
INCORPORATED
By L. Major Reynolds
- - - - - - - THE END
ADDRESS ------
I,~ . • .t° .
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24 .
Tam's problem was simple. He liv.ed in
a world that belonged to someone else.
MARLEY'S CHAIN
By Alan E. Nourse
HEY saw Tam's shabby cloth- hard work and bitterness. Only the
T ing and the small, weather-
beaten bag he carried, and they or-
cold, corroding uncertainty, the
growing apprehension. Times had
dered him aside from the flow of changed since that night back in
passengers, and checked his packet '87-just how much he hardly
of passports and visas with extreme dared to guess. All he knew was the
care. Then they ordered him to rumors he had heard, the whis-
wait. Tam waited, a chilly appre- pered tales, the frightened eyes and
hension rising in his throat. For fif- the scarred backs and faces. Tam
teen minutes he watched them, hadn't believed them then, so re-
helplessly. mote from Earth. He had just
Finally, the Spaceport was laughed and told himself that the
empty, and the huge liner from the stories weren't true. And now they
outer Asteroid Rings was being all welled back into his mind, tight-
lifted and rolled by the giant hooks ening his throat and making him
and cranes back into its berth for tremble-
drydock and repair, her curved, "Hey, Sharkie. Com~ here."
meteor-dented hull gleaming dully Tam turned and walked slowly
in the harsh arc lights. Tam over to the customs official who
watched the creaking cranes, and held his papers. "Everything's in
shivered in the cold night air, feel- order," he said, half defiantly, look-
ing hunger and dread gnawing at ing up at the officer's impassive
his stomach. There was none of the face. "There isn't any mistake."
elation left, none of the great, ex- "What were you doing in the
pansive, soothing joy at returning Rings, Sharkie?" The officer's voice
to Earth after eight long years of was sharp..
25
26 ALAN E. NOURSE
"Indenture. Working off my fare high mountain plateau, the great
back home." < capitol city loomed up, shining like
The officer peered into Tam's a thousand twinkling stars in the
face, incredulously'. "And you come clear cold air. Tam jingled his last
back here?" He shook his head and few coins listlessly, and started for
turned to the other officer. "I knew the downward ramp. Somewhere,
these 'Sharkies were dumb, but I down there, he could find a dark-
didn't-think they wePe that dumb." ened corner, maybe even a bench,
He turned back to Tam, his eyes where the police wouldn't bother
suspicious. "What do you think him for a c01:lple of hours: Maybe
-you're going to do now?" after a little sleep, he'd find some
Tam shrugged, uneasily. "Get a cour.age, hidden away somewhere.
job," he said. "A man's got to eat." Just enough to walk into an office
The officers exchanged glances. and ask for a job.
"How long you been on the That, he reflected wearily as h~
Rings?" <
shuffled into the tunnel, would take
"Eight years.'" Tam looked up at a lot of courage--
him; anxiously. "Can I have my
papers now?"
1\ cruel grin played over the of·
ficer's lips. "Sure," he said, hand-
ing back the packet of papers.
T HE girl at the desk glanced up
at him, indifferent, and turned
her eyes back to the letter she was
"Happy job-hunting," he added typing. Tam Peters continued to
sardonically.< "But remember-the stand, awkwardly, his blond hair
ship's going back to the Rings ina rumpled, little crow's-feet of weari-
week. You can always sign your- ness creeping from the corners of
self over for fare-" his eyes. Slowly he looked around
"I know," said Tam, turning the neat office, feeling a pang of
away sharply. "I know all about shame at his shabby clothes. He
how that works." He tucked the should at least have found some
papers carefully into a tattered way< to shave, he thought, some way
breast pocket, hefted the bag to take some of the rumple from his
wearily, and began trudging slowly trouser legs. He looked back at the
across the cold concrete of the receptionist, and coughed, lightly_
Port toward the street and the Un- She finished her letter at a lei-
derground. A wave of loneliness, surely pace, and finally looked up
almost overpowering in intensity, at <him, her eyes cold. "Well?"
swept over him, a feeling of empti- < "I read your ad. I'm looking for
ness, bleak and hopeless. A chilly a job. I'd like to speak to Mr. Ran-
night wind swept through his un- dall."
kempt blond hair as the automa- The girl's eyes narrowed, and she
tics let him out into the street, and took him in in a rapid, sweeping
he saw the large dirty "New Denver glance, his high, pale forehead, the
Underground" sign with the arrow shock of mud-blond hair, the thin,
at the far side of the road. Off to sensitive face with the exaggerated
the right, several miles across the lines of approaching middle age,
MARLEY'S CHAI N 27
the slightly misty blue eyes. It The man walked heavily across
seemed to Tam that she stared for the room, disappeared into the back
a full minute, and he shifted un- office. Tam eyed the clock uneasily,
easily, trying to meet the cold in- still waiting.
spection, and failing, finally settling A garish picture on the wall
his eyes on her prim, neatly mani- caught his eyes, a large, very poor
cured fingers. Her lip curled very oil portrait of a very stout, graying
slightly. "Mr. Randall can't see you man dressed in a ridiculous green
today. He's busy. Try again tomor- suit with a little white turban-like
row." She turned back to typing. affair on the top of his head. Un- .
A flat wave of defeat sprang up derneath was a little brass plaque
in his chest. "The ad said to apply with words Tam could barely make
today. The earlier the better." out:
She sniffed indifferently, and
pulled a long white sheet from the Abraham L. Ferrel
desk. "Have you filled out an ap~ ( \947-1986)
plication?" Founder and First President
"No." Marsport Mines, Incorporated
"You can't see Mr. Randall
without filling out an application." "Unto such men as these,
She pointed to a small table across we look to leadership:'
the room, and he. felt her eyes on
his back as he shuffled over and sat Tam stared at the picture, his
down. lip curling slightly. He glanced
He began filling out the applica- anxiously at the clock as another
tion with great care, making the man was admitted to the small back
printing as neat as he could with office.
the old-style vacuum pen provided. Then another man. Anger began
Name, age, sex, race, nationality, creeping into Tam's face, and he
planet where born, pre-Revolt ex- fought to keep the scowl away, to
perience, post-Revolt experience, keep from showing his concern.
preference-try as he would, Tam The hands of the clock crept
couldn't keep the ancient pen from around, then around again. It was
leaking, making an unsightly blot almost noon. Not a very new
near the center of the·form. Finally dodge, Tam thought coldly. Not
he finished, and handed the paper very new at all. Finally the small
back to the girl at the desk. Then cold flame of anger got the better
he sat back and waited. of him, and he rose and walked
Another man came in, filled out over to the desk. "I'm still here,"
a form, and waited, too, shooting he said patiently. "I'd like to see
Tam a black look across the room. . Mr. Randall."
In a few moments the girl turned The girl stared at him indignant-
to the man. "Robert Stover?" ly, and flipped an intercom swit.ch.
"Yuh," said the man, lumbering "That Peters application is still out
to his feet. "That's me." here," she said brittlely. "Do you
~'Mr. Randall will see you now." want to see him, or not?"
28 ALAN E. NOURSE
There was a moment of silence. there aren't any jobs open for you."
Then the voice on the intercom The cold, angry flame flared up
I
grated, "YesJ-I guess so. Send him in Tam's throat suddenly, forcing
.m." out the sense of futility and defeat.
The office was smaller, immacu- "Those other men," he said sharp-
lately neat. Two visiphone units ly. "I was nere before them. That
hung on a switchboard at the man's girl wouldn't let me in-" ,
elbow. Tam's eyes caught the fa- Randall's eyes narrowed amused-
miliar equipment, recognized the ly. "What a pity," he said sadly.
interplanetary power coils on one. "And just think, I hired every one
Then he turned his eyes to the man of them- His face suddenly
behind the desk. hardened, and he sat forward, his
"Now, then, what are you after?" eyes glinting coldly. "Get smart,
asked the man, settling his bulk Peters. I think Marsport Mines can
down behind the desk, his eyes somehow manage without you. You
guarded, revealing a trace of bore- or any other Sharkie. The men just
dom. don't like to work with Sharkies."
Rage swelled up in Tam's chest,
bitter futile rage, beating at his
AM was suddenly bitterly temples and driving away all
T ashamed of his shabby appear- thought of caution. "Look," he
ance, the two-day stubble on his grated, bending over the desk
chin. He felt a dampness on his threateningly. "I know the law of
forehead, and tried to muster some this system. There's a fair-employ-
of the old power and determination ment act on the books. It says that
into his voice. "I need a job," he men are to be hired by any com-
said. "I've had plenty of experience pany in order of application when
with radio-electronics and remote they qualify equally in experience.
control power operations. I'd make' I can, prove my experience-"
a good mine-operator-" Randall stood up, his face
"I can read," the man cut in twisted contemptuously. "Get out
sharply, gesturing toward the ap- of here," he snarled. "You've got
plication form with the ink blot in nerve, you have, come crawling in
the middle. "I read all about your here with your law! Where do you
experience. But I can't use you. think you ar~?" His voice grated in
There aren't any more openings." the still air of the office. "We don't
Tam's ears went red. "But you're hire Sharkies, law or no law, get
always advertising," he countered. that? Now get out of here!"
"You don't have to worry about me Tam turned, his ears burning,
working on Mars, either-I've and strode through the office, blind-
worked on Mars before, and I can ly, kicking open the door and
work six, seven hours, even, with- almost running to th,e quiet air of
out a mask or equipment-" the street outside. The girl at the
The man's eyebrows raised desk yawned, and snickered, and
slightly. "How very interesting," he went back to her typing with an
said flatly. "The fact remains that unpleasant grin.
MARLEY'S CHAI N 29
Tam walked the street, block heard a word.
after block, seething, futile rage The fat man stiffened a trifle,
swelling up and bubbling over, swung around to face him. "God-
curses rising to his lips, clipped off dam Sharkie's too good to talk to a
with some last vestige of self-con- guy," he snarled loudly. "Wha'ssa..,
trol. At last he turned into a small matter, Sharkie, ya deaf?"
downtown bar and sank wearily Tam's hand trembled as, he
onto a stool near the door. The reached for the beer, took a short
anger was wearing down now to a swallow. Shrugging, he set the glass
.sort of empty, hopeless weariness, on the bar and got up from his
dulling his senses, exaggerating stool. He walked out, feeling many
the hunger in his stomach. He had eyes on his back. ,
expected it, he told himself, he had He walked. Time became a blur
known what the answer would be to a mind beaten down by constant
-but he knew that he had hoped, rebuff. He became conscious of
against hope, against what he had great weariness of both mind and
known to be the facts; hoped des- body. Instinct screamed for rest..
perately that maybe someone
would listen. Oh, he knew the laws,
all right, but he'd had plenty of
time to see the courts in action. Un-
fair employment was almost im-
T AM sat up, shaking his head to
clear it. He shivered from the
chill of the park-the cruel pressure
possible to make stick under any of the bench. He pulled up his col-
circumstances, but with the courts lar and moved out into the street
rigged the way they were these agam.
days~he sighed, and drew. out one' There was one last chance. Cau-
of his last credit-coins. "Beer," he tiously his mind skirted the idea,
muttered as the barkeep looked up. picked it up, regarded it warily,
The bartender scowled, his then threw it down again. He had
heavy-set face a picture of fashion- promised himself never to consider
able distaste. Carefully he filled it, years before, in the hot, angry
every other order at the bar. Then days of the Revolt. Even then he
he grudgingly set up a small beer, had had some inkling of the shape
mostly foam, and flung some small- of things, and he had promised
coin change down on the bar be~ himself, bitterly, never to consider
fore Tam. Tam stared at the' glass, that last possibility. Still-
the' little proud flame of anger flar- Another night in the cold out-of·
ing slowly. doors could kill him. Suddenly he
A fat man, sitting nearby, stared didn't care any more, didn't care
at him for a long moment, then about promises, or pride, or any-
took a long swill of beer from thing else. He turned into a public
his glass. " 'Smatter, Sharkie? telephone booth, checked an ad-
Whyncha drink y'r beer 'n get l' dress in the thick New Denver
hell out 0' here?" book-
Tam stared fixedly at his glass" He knew he looked frightful as
giving no indication of having he stepped onto the elevator, felt
30 ALAN E. NOURSE
the cold eyes turn away from him in spite of the powerful barrier they
distaste. Once he might have been sought to tear down-
mortified, felt the deep shame The girl at the desk caught his
creeping up his face, but he didn't eye, looked up from her work with-
care any longer. He just stared out smiling. "Yes?"
ahead at the moving panel, avoid- "My name is Tam Peters. I'd like
ing- the cold eyes, until the fifth to see Mr. Hawke." His voice was
floor was called. thin, reluctant, reflecting overtones
The office was halfway down the of the icy chill in his chest. So much
dark hallway. He saw the sign on had happened since those long-dead
the door, dimly: "United Conti- days, so many things to make men
nents Bureau of Employment", and change- .
down in small letters below, "Plane- The girl was grinning, her fac~
tary Division, David G. Hawke." like a harsh mask. "You're wasting
Tam felt the sinking feeling in your time," she said, her voice brit-
his stomach, and opened the door tle.
apprehensively. It had been years Anger flooded Tam's face. "Lis.
since he had seen Dave, long years ten," he hissed. "I didn't ask for
filled with violence and c4ange. your advice. I asked to see Dave
Those years could change men, too. Hawke. If you choose to announce
Tam thought, fearfully; they could me now, that's fine. If you don't
make even the greatest men change. see fit, then I'll go in without it.
He remembered, briefly, his promise And you won't stop me-"
to himself, made just after the Re- The girl stiffened, her eyes an-
volt, never to trade on past friend- gry.. "You'd better not get smart,"
ships, never to ask favors of those she snapped, watching him warily. ,
men he had known before, and be- "There are police in the building.
friended. With a wave of warmth, You'd better not try anything, or
the memory of those old days broke I'll call them!"
through, those days when he had "That's enough Miss Jackson."
roomed with Dave Hawke, the long, The girl turned to the man in
probing talks, the confidences, the the office door, her eyes disdainful.
deep, rich -knowledge that they had The man stood in the doorway, a
shared each others dreams and giant, with curly black hair'. above
ideals, that they had stood side by a high, intelligent forehead, dark
side for a common cause, though brooding eyes gleaming like live
they were such different men, from coals in the sensitive face. Tam
such very. different worlds. Ideals looked at him, and suddenly his
had been cheap in those days, talk knees would hardly support him,
easy, but still, Tam knew that Dave and his voiCe was a tight whisper-
had been sincere, a firm, stout "Dave!"
friend. He had known, then, the sin- And then the huge man was
cerity in the big lad's quiet voice, gripping his hand, a strong arm
felt the rebellious fire in his eyes. around his thin shoulders, the dark,
They had understood each other, brooding eyes soft and smiling.
then, deeply, sympathetically, in "Tam, Tam-It's been so damned
MARLEY'S CHAI N 31
long, man-oh, it's good to see you, settled back in his chair as he lit
Tam. Why, the last I heard, you'd the cigar. "Yes, I remember. Still
taken passage to the Rings-years got that corncob around some-
ago-" where-" he shook his head, his
Weakly, Tam stumbled into the eyes dreamy. "Good old Prof Ted-
inner office, sank into a chair, his ley! One in a million-there was
eyes overflowing, his mind a tur- an honest man, Tam. They don't
moil of joy and relief. The huge have them like that in the colleges
man slammed the door to the outer these days. Wonder what happened
office and settled down behind the to the old goat?"
desk, sticking his feet over the "He was killed," said Tam, soft-
edge, beaming. "Where have you ly. "ITust <tfter the war. Got caught
been, Tam? You promised you'd in a Revolt riot, and he was shot
look me up any time you came to down."
New Den~er, and I haven't seen Dave looked at him, his eyes sud-
you in a dozen years-" He fished denly sad. "A lot of honest men
in a lower drawer. "Drink?" went down in those riots, didn't
"No, no-thanks. I don't think I they? That was the worst part of
could handle a drink-" Tam sat the Revolt. There wasn't any provi-
back, gazing at the huge man, his sion made for the honest men, the
throat tight. "You look bigger and really good men." He stopped, and
better than ever, Dave." 'regarded Tam closely. "What's the
trouble, Tam? If you'd been going
to make a friendly call, you'd have
AVE Hawke laughed, a deep done it years ago. You know this
D bass laugh that seemed to start office has always been open to
at the soles of his feet. "Couldn't you-"
very well look thin and wan," he Tam stared at his shoe, carefully
said. He pushed a cigar box across choosing his words, lining them up
the desk. "Here, light up. I'm on in his mind; a frown creasin?; his
these exclusively these days-re- forehead. "I'll lay it on the line," he
member how you tried to get me to said in a low voice. "I'm in a spot.
smoke them, back at the Univer- That passage to the Rings wasn't
sity? How you couldn't stand ciga- voluntary. I was shanghaied onto a
rettes? Said they were for women, freighter, and had to work for
a man should smoke' a goo~ cigar. eight years without pay to get pas-
You finally converted me." sage back. I'm broke, and I'm hun-
Tam grinned, suddenly feeling gry, and I need to see a doctor-"
the warmth of the old friendship "Well, hell!" the big man explod-
swelling back. "Yes, I remember. ed. "Why didn't you holler sooner?
You were smoking that rotten corn- Look, Tam-we've been friends for
cob, then, because old Prof Tenley a long time. You know better than
smoked one that you could smell in to hesitate." He fished for his wal-
the back of the room, and in those let. "Here, I can let you hav y as
days the Prof could do no wrong-" much as you need-couple hun-
Dave Hawke grinned broadly, dred?"
32 ALAN E. NOURSE
"No, no--That's not what I'm make a company hire-" He
getting at." Tam felt his face flush paused, staring at Tam. "Oh, hell,"
with embarrassment. "I need a job, he snarled, suddenly, his face dark-
Dave. I need one bad." ening. "Let's face it, Tam. They
Dave sat back, and his feet came won't hire you. Nobody will hire
off the desk abruptly. He didn't you. You're a Sharkie, and that's
look at Tam. "I see," he said softly. all there is to it, they aren't hiring
"A job-" He stared at the ceiling Sharkies. And there's nothing I can
for a moment. "Tell you what," he do to make them."
,said.; "The government's opening a Tam sat as if he had been struck,
new uranium mine in a month or the color draining from his face.
so--going to be a big project, they'll "But, the law-Dave, you know
need lots of men-on Mercury-" there's a law. They have to hire us,
Tam's eyes fell, a lump growing if we apply first, and have the
in his throat. "Mercury," he re- necessary qualifications.'! ,
peated dully. . The big man shrugged, uneasily.
"Why, sure, Tam-good pay, "Sure, there's a law, but who's go-
chance for promotion." ing to enforce it?"
"I'd be dead in six months on Tam looked at him, a desperate
Mercury." Tam's eyes' met Dave's, tightness in his throat. "You could
trying to conceal the pain. "You enforce it. You could if you wanted
know that as well as I do, Dave-" to."
Dave looked away. "Oh, the docs
don't know what they're talking
about-" ,
"You know perfectly well that
they do. I couldn't even stand
T HE big man stared at him for a
moment, then dropped his eyes,
looked down at the desk. Somehow
Venus very long. I need a job on 'this big body seemed smaller, less
Mars, Dave-or on Earth." impressive. "I can't do it, Tam. I
"Yes," said Dave Hawke sadly, just can't." '
"I guess you're right." He looked "They'd have to listen to you!"
s~raight at Tam, his eyes sorrowful. Tam's face was eager. "You've got
"The truth is, I can't help you. I'd enough power to put it across-the
like to, but I tan't. There's nothing court would have to stick to the
I can do." law-"
Tam stared, the pain of disillu- "I can't do it." Dave drew nerv-
sionment sweeping through him. ously on his cigar, and the light in
"Nothing you can do t" he explod- his eyes seemed duller, now. "If it
ed. "But you're the director of this were just me, I wouldn't hesitate
bureau! You knoW' every job_open a minute: But I've got a wife, a
on every one of the planets-" family. I can't jeopardize them-"
"I know. And I have to help get "Dave, you know it would be the
them filled. But I can't make any- right thing."
one hire, Tam. I can send appli- "Oh, the right thing be damned!
cants, and recommendations, until I can't go out on a limb, I tell you.
I'm blue in the face, but I can't There's nothing I can do. I can 'let
MARLEY'S CHAI N 33
you have money, Tam, as much as at the big man behind the desk, the
you need-I could help you set up bitterness of long, weary years tear.
in business, maybe, or anything-- ing into his voice, almost blinding
but I can't stick my neck out like him. "Why is that the way things
that." are? What have I done? Why do
Tam sat stiffly, coldness seeping we have this mess, where a man
down into his legs. Deep in his isn't worth any more than the color
heart he had known that this was of his skin-"
what he had dreaded, not the fear Dave Hawke slammed his fist on
of rebuff, not the fear of being 'the desk, and his voice roared out
snuQPed, unrecognized, turned out. in the close air of the office. "Be·
That would have been nothing, cause it was coming!" he bellowed.
compared to this change in the "It's been coming and now it's here
honest, forthright, fearless Dave . -and there's nothing on God's
Hawke he had once known. earth can be done about it!"
"What's happened, Dave? Back in Tam's jaw sagged, and he stared
the old days you would have leaped at the man behind the desk. "Dave
at such a chance. I would have- -think what you're saying,
the shoe was on the other foot then. Dave-"
We talked, Dave, don't you remem- "I know right well what I'm say-
ber how we talked? We were ing-," Dave Hawke roared, his eyes
friends, you can't forget that. I burning bitterly. "Oh, you have no
know you, I know what you believe, idea how long I've thought, the
what you think. How can you let fight l've had with myself, the sac·
yourself down?" rifices I've had to make. You
Dave Hawke's eyes avoided weren't born like I was, you weren't
Tam's. "Times have changed. raised on the wrong side of the
Those were the good old days, back fence-well, there was an old, old
when everybody was happy, almost. Christmas story that I used to read.
Everybody but me and a few others Years ago, before they burned the
-at least, it looked that way t<1 Sharkie books. It was about an evil
you. But those days are gone. man who went through life cheat-
They'll never come back. This is a ing people, hating and hurting peo-
reaction period, and the reaction is ple, and when he died, he found
bitter. There isn't any place for that every evil deed he had ever
fighters now, the world is just the· done had become a link in a heavy
way people want it, and nobody iron chain, tied and shackled to his
can change it. What do you expect waist. And he wore that chain he
me to do?" He stopped, his heavy had built up, and he had to drag it,
face contorted, a line of perspira- and drag it, from one eternity to
tion on his forehead. "I hate it," he the next-his name was lVIarley, re-
said finally, "but my hands are tied. member?"
I can't do anything. That's the way "Dave, you're not making
things are-" sense-"
"But why?" Tam Peters was "Oh, yes, all kinds of senso. Be-
standing, eyes blazing, staring down cause you Sharkies have a chain,
34 ALAN E. NOURSE
too. You started forging it around the Revolt. Some of us fought, some
your ankles back in the classical of us at least tried-"
Middle Ages of Earth. Year by The big man nodded his head,
year you buil~ it up, link by link, bitterly. "You thought you tried,
built it stronger, heavier. You could
sure. I t was the noble thing to do,
have stopped it any time you chose, the romantic thing, the good thing
but you didn't ever think of that. to do. But you didn't really believe
You spread over the world, build- it. I know-I thought there was
ing up your chain, assuming that some hope, back then, some chance
things would always be just the way to straighten things out without a
they were, just the way you wanteq. Revolt. For a long' time I thought
them to be." that you, and those like you, really
The big man stopped, breathing meant all you were saying, I
heavily, a sudden sadness creeping thought somehow we could find an
into his eyes, his voice taking on aequal footing, an end to the hatred
softer tone. "You were such fools," and bitterness. But there wasn't any
he said softly. "You waxed and end, and you never really thought
grew strong, and clever, and con- there ever would be. That made it
fident, and the more power you so safe-it would never succeed, so
had, the more you wanted. You when things were quiet it was a
fought wars, and then bigger and nice idea to toy around with, this
better wars, until you couldn't be equality for all, a noble project
satisfied with gunpowder and TNT that couldn't possibly succeed. But
any longer. And finally you divided when things got hot, it was a differ-
your world into two armed camps, ent matter." He stared at Tam, his
and brought Fury out of her box, dark eyes brooding. "Oh, it wasn't
fought with the power of the atoms just you, Tam. You were my best
themselves, you clever Sharkies- friend, even though it was a hope-
and when the dust settled, and less, futile friendship. You tried,
cooled off, there weren't very many you did the best you could, I know.
of you left. Lots of us-it was your But it just wasn't true, Tam. When
war, remember-but not very many it came to the pinch, to a real jam,
of you. Of course there was a Re- you would have been just like the
volt then, and all the boxed up, rest, basically. It was built up in
driven in hatred and bloodshed you, drummed into you, until no
boiled up and over, and you Shark- amount of fighting could ever scour
ies at long last got your chain tiedit out-"
right around your waists. You were Dave Hawke stood up, walked
a long, long time bUIlding it, and over to the window, staring out
now you can wear it-" across the great city. Tam watched
him, the blood roaring in his ears,
hardly able to believe what he had
AM'S face was chalky. "Dave-' heard from the big man, fighting
T there were some of us-you to keep his mind from sinking into
know there were many of us that total confusion. Somewhere a voice
hated it as much as you did, before deep within him seeined to be strug- j
,
MARLEY'S CHAI N 35
gling through with confirmation, the mines a while-well, I can't
telling him that Dave Ha,wke was do it that way. And there's only
right, that he never really had be- one other answer."
lieved. Suddenly Dave turned to "But Tam-"
him, his dark eyes intense. "Look, "Oh; it wouldn't take much. You
Tam," he said, quickly, urgently. know how the courts handle Shark-
"There are jobs you can get. Go to ies. Just a small offense, to get me
Mercury for a while, work the a few years, then a couple of at-
mines-not long, just for a while, tempts to break out, and I'd be in
out there in the sun-then you can for life. I'm a Sharkie, remember.
come back--...." People don't waste time with us."
Tam's ears burned, fierce anger "Tam, you're talking nonsense.
suddenly bursting' in his mind, a Good Lord, man, you'd have no
feeling of loathing. "Never," he freedom, no life-"
snapped. "I know what you mean. "What freedom do I have now?"
I don't do things that way. That's Tam snarled, his voice growing
a coward's way, and by God, I'm wild. "Freedom to starve? Freedom
no coward!" to crawl on my hands and knees
"But it would be so easy, Tam-" for a little bit of food? I don't want
Dave's eyes were pleading now. that kind of freedom." His eyes
"Please-" grew shrewd, shifted slyly to Dave
Tam's eyes glinted. "No dice. Hawke's broad face. "Just a simple
I've got a better idea. There's one charge," he said slowly. "Like as-
thing I can do. It's not very nice, sault, for instance. Criminal as-
but at least it's honest, qnd square. sault-it has an ugly sound, doesn't
I'm hungry. There's one place it, Dave? That should give me ten
where I can get food. Even Shark- years-" his fist clenched at his
ies get food there. And a bed to side. "Yes, criminal assault is just
sleep in, and books to read-maybe what ought to do the trick-"
even some Sharkie books, and may- The big man tried to dodge, but
be some paper to w~e on-" He Tam was too quick. His fist caught
stared at the big man, oddly, his Dave in the chest, and Tam was
p~le eyes feverish. "Yes, yes, there's on him like a fury, kicking, scratch-
one place 1 can go, and get plenty ing, snarling, pounding. Dave
to eat, and get away from this eter- choked and cried out, "Tam, for'
nal rottenness-:''' God's sake stop-" A blow caught
Dave looked up at him, his eyes him in the mouth, choking off his
suspicious. "Where do you mean?" words as Tam fought, all the hate
"Prison," said Tam Peters. and bitterness of long weary years
"Oh, now see here-let's not be translated into scratching, swearing
ridiculous-" desperation. Dave pushed him off,
"Not so ridiculous," snapped like a bear trying to disentangle a
Tam, his eyes brighter. "1 figured it maddened dog from his fur, but
all out, before 1 came up here. 1 Tam was back at him, fighting
knew what you were going to say. harder. The door opened, and Miss
Sure, go to Mercury, Tam, workin (Continued on page 106)
36
They wanted to go home-back to the planet
they'd known. But even the stars had
changed. Did the fate at all creation hinge
upon an-
AN
EMPTY
BOTTLE
By Mari Wolf
By L. Sprague de Camp
D R.Aguirre
MATEO Marco Lope
Malaria, the eminent
any houses left at all; second, be-
cause the war was not quite over. A
jurist, sat at a table in the bar of Communist force still held out in
the Convention Quarters and wept th~ Altai Mountains; and for all
into his rum. anyone knew they might have a
These Quarters were those of the missle or two left with which to
World Government Constitutional scotch the Convention if it met on
Convention, in a set of concrete the surface.
chambers deep underground in the A journalist named Dagobert
Rhone Valley. The accommoda- Heck sat down at the same table
tions had been hastily converted and asked: "Why do you weep, Dr.
from the former Supreme Head- Aguirre?"
quarters, United Civilized States; "My friend," said Aguirre, "I
usually known as SHUCKS. The weep because we are off on the
Convention was taking place in this wrong track. Once again we fail to
armored warren, first, because most grasp opportunity by the forelock."
of the earth's larger cities had taken "Oh, I don't know," said Dago-
hits in the war and were therefore bert Heck. "Considering what the
short of housing-w~en they had world has been through lately-
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54 L. SPRAGUE DE CAMP
most of its cities mashed flat and a forget that this is not the only sun
half-billion of its population blown in the universe." ..~
to bits-I think we're doing better Heck nodded sympathetically. ~
..
than we had any right to expect. Aguirre went on:
We're getting a bigger improve- "And others, I think,hope to de-
ment on the United Nations than feat the clause so that they can
the United Nations was on the carryon nationalistic and imperial-
League of Nations. The new World istic policies, if not on the earth,
Government will have a directly then off it somewhere."
elected legislature, the right to tax, "Look here, are you sure the fact
and the world's only armed force. that you're the author of this clause
Ten years ago we'd have said this hasn't prejudiced you?"
was utopian moonshine. Why then "Sir, I have no prejudices!"
so sad?" Aguirre lowered his voice. "Save
"Because these narrow-minded, perhaps a slight one in favor of liv-
so-called statesmen cannot look be- ing."
yond the petty confines of their own "What do you mean?"
planet!" "You know my glorious chief?"
"Oh; you mean the Space
Clause." Heck closed his eyes and
recited the beginning of the con-
troversial clause from memory: H ECK nodded. Aguirre's glori-
ous chief was Juan Serafin de
" 'The authority shall have the ex- la Torre Baroja, President of the
clusive right to represenj: the peo- Andean Federation, a new political
ples of the earth in relations with entity that had taken the place,
extra-terrestrial life-forms, should amid the general uproar of World
any such forms be discovered to War III, of several of the nations of
exist; to limit, regulate, and forbid western South America. Not satis-
intercourse between the peoples of fied with making himself president
the earth and such life-forms; and for life of Andea, la Torre had ap-
to limit, regulate, and forbid move- pointed himself head of the Andean
ment of persons and things between delegation to the Convention so as
the earth and other heavenly to have a personal finger in the new
bodies-' Oh well, it's probably not constitutional pie.
vital. We've been to the moon and "Well" said Aguirre "he is as
found nothing but a few viruses, you kn~w, a man of 'the ut~ost
and conditions don't look promisin* sense of. personal dignity. I-ah-
for life on the other planets either.' sold him on this Space Clause, as
"Exactly what that fool Car- ypu would express it, with the result
stairs-Brown said!" Aguirre mim- that he has placed the Andean dele-
icked the speech of the British gation squarely behi.nd it and made
delegate. " 'Really, you know, speeches in its behalf. Now if the
wouldn't Her Majesty's Govern- clause is not adopted he will feel
ment look a bit silly getting all set to that his honor has been insulted.
welcome the Martians, and having And since he cannot take his feel-
it transpire there aren't any?' They ings out on Carstairs-Erown and
THE SPACE CLAUSE 55
the other skeptics, he will vent Secretary of State, took his turn
them on me." as president of the Convention the
"What'll he do? Can you?" , following noon. His bland exterior
"If that were all! Did you not concealed a battalion of worries
hear ho\v he had fourteen political , that would have floored a lesser
'opponents shot without trial before man, the chief being that after all
taking off for this Convention?" his toil and travail the Senate of
"I probably did. So he's the guy the United States would insert a
who calls himself the great demo- long sharp knife into his back by
cratic liberator?" refusing to ratify the new Consti-
"Oh, but he· is! Think of all the tution. Already senators from the
things that he' has done for the Middle West were talking omi-
mas~s-free parades, extra holi- nously about "giving away the
days to hear his speeches, and all rights that our boys fought and died
the rest! But these now-dead poli- for at Valley Forge, Antietam,
ticians were criticising him in pub- Chateau-Thierry, Midway, and
lic. Naturally he could not tolerate Teheran. . ."
such insults to- his dignity, or the
people would have doubted his
virility and thrown him out. After
all, one must remaiJ;l respected. ButN EVERTHELESS Kalish pre-
pared to call the meeting to
that, alas, will not save my neck." order. With luck the Steering Com-
"Too bad," said Dagobert Heck. mittee sh!Juld be able to wind the
"You Andeans have certainly done thing up in three more days. Most
all you could to put the clause of the terms and clauses of the
,across. Short of having a space- document had already been agreed
ship land with a load of little green upon. There remained only the
men with tentacles-Hey!" Heck controversial questions of what
frowned into his drink. "That gives power if any the World Govern-
me ,an idea. There's an old friend ment should have over tariffs and
of mine in India named Dick immigration, and this silly Space
Nugent, used to work with me on Clause in which Juan de la Torre
the World-Telegram-Sun. Here- seemed so inexplicably interested.
tired a f~w years ago to become a Kalish thought such a provision ab-
yogi. Maybe-Say, when does surd, but did not wish to offend la
this clause come up for a unal Torre, who despite his, domestic
vote ?" sins had brought the Andean Fed-
"Tomorrow, jf the meeting goes eration into the war on the side of
according to schedule." the United States.
Heck consulted his watch. "Ex- Kalish was opening his mouth to
cuse me. I think I can just m;ke speak when the sight of a messen-
it." ger-boy hurrying down an aisle
"Make what?" asked Aguirre. stopped him. It must be pretty
But Dagobert Heck had gone. urgent or the guards would' never
have let the boy through during the
Myron Kalish, the American actual session.
56 L. SPRAGUE DE CAMP
The boy walked up to the Presi- extra-terrestrial life and as bearing
dent's desk and handed a fistful of upon the political organization of
radiogram forms to Kalish, who the world to 'deal with the prob-
said "Thank you" in an absent- lems posed by this fact, the govern-
minded way and peered at the ment of Nepal has waived its usual
forms. The boy murmured cc Bien- prohibition against entry of foreign-
venu, monsieur," and walked off. ers into the country to permit quali-
Kalish swallowed as he read. fied experts and officials of the
The message was one long radio- Indian Government to investigate
gram running over a half-dozen the visitors. As Prime Minister fia-
sheets. At last he laid down the jendrachandramohananath of Ne-
message and spoke into the micro- pal expressed it in a telephone-call .
phone: to Darjeeling, "For the sake of God,
"The meeting will please come sirs, let wise men be sent forthwith
to order. The first item on today's to cope with this appalling mani-
agenda is the so-called Space festation. We of Nepal are not
Clause proposed by. the delegation qualified to do so."
from the Andean Federation. It Pending the arrival of an official
was planned to conclude arguments mission 0/ the Indian Government
pro and contra this clause and vote to welcome th~ visitors in the name
on it this afternoon. However, of the.peoples of the earth, Richard
news has just reached me which, if Nugent, a retired American jour-
authenticated; has so great a bear- nalist living in Darjeeling, has
ing on the adoption of this clause crossed the border into Nepal and
that I think I should read it to you. struck out into the wild region
It is a Reuters dispatch from Dar:" where the ship is said to have come
jeeling, India, and reads as follows: to earth-
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"I'll give you the cure for the
most horrible disease," S ongeen
said. "The sickness of life it-
self." Newlin replied, "Fine. But
first, give me a couple of minutes
to kill your husband. Then we'll
go on from there."
~.
60
Shock Treatment
By Stanley Mullen
IN VENUSPORT, on payday-
night, it is difficult to t~ll for cer-
tain where the town leaves off and
and he was putting the rumor to the
test. Not many bartenders had
lasted long enough to find out.
the pink elephants begin. It is diffi- The night had had a good start.
cult to tell about other thin~s, too. Clock hands over the bar in the
Spud Newlin had heard that a man Spacebell registered 1: 18 Venus-
could sometimes get rich overnight time, and considering, things were
just tending bar on such occasions, almost dull at the moment. The
61
62 STANLEY MULLEN
place had been jumping earlier, but pain, trouble, and sadness in them,
hilarity had worn itself out, the and behind that, fear-a desperate
dead had been removed and excite- fear. You thought of wailing,
ment dulled. No relatives or widows haunted moonlight, and of dreadful
of the dead sportsmen had yet ap- things fled from in dreams.
peared; all corpses-elect had died Newlin's first thought was that
clean, with the minimum of messy she was one of the new-made
violence and, surprisingly, only widows, and was likely to be all too
three more -or less innocent by- human about it. Later, when he had
standers had been burned down in begun to doubt that she was all-
the proceedings. After shatterillg human, her physical charms still
uproar, such calm was disturbing. went inside him and turned like a
Newlin was actually getting bored. dull knife. He was no mortJ immune
Then she came in-and he was no to animal attraction than the next
longer bored. But, perversely, he man, but in this particular woman
resented the surge of interest that there was something else even more
ran through him at sight of this intriguing and unpredictable. He
out-of-place girl. felt a powerful impulse to do some-
At a casual glance, she might thing to relieve her of that paralyz-
seem ordinary, but Newlin was ing supernatural dread.
never superficial. Her kind of beau- A situation pregnant with vio-
ty was something to be sensed, not lence was working up at one of the
catalogued. It was part of the odd gaming tables but Newlin wilfully
grace of movement, of the fine, tore his attention from the mount-
angular features, of the curious ing tension between the fat Martian
emotion which dwelt upon them, gambler and an ugly character from
sad and subdued. Even her costume Ganymede.
was as out of place in the Spacebell "Anything I can do for you,
as her mood; the dress was simply sister?" .
cut and expensive, but drab for the Her smile was strange, thought-
time and place. It clung about a ful, preoccupied. "Yes," she told
slight, well-formed body in smooth- him. "There is something you can
ly curved lines that seemed almost a do for me. Unless your question was
part of her. Only her hands and eyes purely professional. If so, forget it.
showed nervous tension. I need something stronger than the
At first he thought her eyes were -the liquors you serve here."
cold, but it was something racial Newlin grinned sourly. "You'
rather than personal. He noticed don't know our drinks. One sip and
that they were large and luminous a mouse snarls at a snow-leopard.
-like moonstones-with a pearly The question was not purely profes-
opaque glimmer as if only upper sional. Not my profession, anyhow. I
layers colored and reflected light. don't know about yours. Or do I?"
In their depths was an odd effect,
like metalflakes drifting through
ER HEAD jerked on its slender
ribboned moonlight with abysses of
deepest shadow beyond. There was H stalk of neck. Pale eyes stared
SHOCK TREATMENT 63
into his; her lips twisted in cold working- here. A famous man like
scorp. you. Why?"
"I don't think you do. And I'll Newlin laughed easily. "It's very
do without your help. Perhaps you'd simple. I need money. If I can last
better go back to polishing glass- through till morning, I'll have it.
ware." - Now I'll ask the questions. You
The rebuke failed to impress answer them. What do you want?
Newlin. He waited while her glance Why me?"
swung about the room, evaluating A variety of expressions flowed
the place and its occupants in one over her mobile features.
quick sweep. Dissatisfied, she turned "But-you could leave?" she
back to Newlin and again the faltered.
moonstruck eyes probed and as- "I could, but I won't. This isn't
sessed him. charity night, kid. So go home and
"Take your pick," he said sharp- come back anQther, time. Tomor-
ly. "But don't judge them by their row."
clothes. On Venus, a man in ragged "Tomorrow won't do. Maybe I've
spaceleather may have .heavy chosen the wrong man, but there's
pockets. Now, take me-" no time for second chances. I
"I was told I could find Spud wanted a man with courage, a man
Newlin here. Point li'im out and used to living dangerously and "
I'll pay your fee-" going his own way, a man who
Newlin was suddenly cautious. wouldn't ask questions and would
"Yes, he's here-but what would a do anything for money. You
woman like you want with such a sounded like something out of the
notorious-" old books; a rogue; a rebel."
"I'm asking questions, not an- Newlin sighed. Did it show so
swering," she said calmly. "And I'm much? From the gutter that
well aware of his failings. I selected spawned him, he had fought and
him because of his ... his reputa- gouged and elbowed his way up.
tion. It's revolting, but even such a To him all men were enemies. As a
man may have uses. My require- spacebum, he had explored the raw,
ments of him, and my reasons for expanding frontiers as Man surged
the choice, I will discuss with him. from planet to planet. As a hunted
No one else." outlaw he had existed perilously on
"Free advice, sister. Forget it, the twilight fringes of civilization.
and get out of here. He's no good. Ruthless and savage, a thief and
Particularly bad, for a choice morsel despoiler, a criminal and adven-
like you." turer, he had found his way back to
"I'm' used to making up my own Earth, Mars, Venus and wrested a
mind. Where is he?" niche of sorts within the citade's he
Newlin shrugged. "You win. I'm had attempted to overthrow. I De-
Newlin. You take it from there." spite the brittle amnesty, he knew
Incredulity flooded her face and that authority awaited only a single
slowly drained away. "You! Yes, slip to deal with him according to
you could be Newlin. But you're their views. But in the bitterness
64 STANLEY MULLEN
of ultimate. disillusions, he had What else I find isn't important if
,found the fountainhead as lacking I find myself. Even death."
in civilization and sanity as its fur- Newlin's eyes burned with a hot
thest ripl~s. He longed, now, only glare of fanaticism. Dread sprang
for the final gesture of rejection. into the girl's heart. Always with
Escape. . . . these people there was this fear, this'
"I had expected more of New- panic-desire to escape, always an
lin," said the girl. urge to destruction coupled with
eery mysticism, compulsions, con-
flicts-and always the final delusion
IS REPLY was a short, bitter of personal sanity in the atmosphere
H laugh. "So had I. My character
is as corrupt as the rest of mankind.
of chaos. Some of Newlin's words
found echo in herself, but she
Poverty is' undignified and degrad- checked a momentary sympathy.
ing-; it poisons virtue and debases The system was mad, true-but how
the outlook. Without money a m,an sane was Newlin? How sane and
cannot claim his birthright of free- trustworthy? He could be a danger-
darn; g-etting- money he loses his in- ous tool in her unskilled, frightened
dependence and his character." hands.
"You think money would make She had chosen him on the basis
you free?" the g-irl asked. . of his reputation. From his police
"Not of itself." Newlin scowled. record, and other documents. A
"With money, a free man can be capable man, courageous and self-
free; a slave with money is still a reliant, ingenious, but a person of
slave. Perhaps I want to learn for tensions and conflicts, a man of vio-
myself which 1 am. 1 want enoug-h lence, unpredictable,. torn by con-
to pay for a spaceship, the best to be tradictory impulses, a savage but
had. A orie-man ship in which I can not without kindness and generosity.
escape this madhouse and venture For her purposes, he might do as
alone-beyond Pluto. Such a plan well as any other. At worst a man,
requires money, so I work in the cast in heroic mold. Quickly, but
Spacebell. Between wages, tips., not without revulsions and reserva-
graft and my winnings, I may have tions, she made fateful decision.
half enough, by dawn. If I live that "For a man of your talents," she
lang." , said, "the task should be simple. I
The girl nodded, then spoke con- want you to break into a building
temptuously, "1 can pay very and bring me something. There is
g-enerously. You can se~ your own danger you would not understand.
price. Enough even for your space- If you fail, death for both of us. For
ship. But what do you expect to success, you set the price. Are you
find-beyond Pluto?" interested ?"
"Myself, first. After that, who Newlin laughed cynically. "You
knows? This solar system is a vast promise the moon if I can steal it
pesthouse. I am contaminated by for you, nothing if I can't?"
fools, moneygrubbers, sheep and the "No such shrewd bargaining,"
corrupt authorities that rule them. the girl murmured uneasily. "But
SHOCK TREATMENT 65
name the amount you hoped to The street was dim, silent, de-
make here. I will match it now- serted. "Where to?" asked Newlin.
and double it if you accomplish my Her quick nod indicated direc··
errand." tion.
"Fair enough," said'Newlin. "But "Walking distance?" he persisted.
k~p your money. I'll case the job "Inside the city? If not, I'll have to
first. Pay me later-if I don't get protection suits from a public
change my mind again." locker."
Ducking behind the bar, he shed Just inside. Manta Park."
his apron and buzzed for the stand- Newlin whistled. "Nice neighbor-
in bartender. Ed Careld forsook his hood. Do you live there?"
interminable game of Martian chess "No," she faltered. "I'm just in
and appeared to take over. from-Earth."
"Seems quiet," he said. "What's Earth! It was a long time since
up?" Newlin had seen Earth. Few of his
"Nothing," Newlin told him. memories were pleasantly nostalgic.
"Private business. I may not be Born there, in the poorest quarter of
back. Keep an eye on Table Three." the international spaceport of
Careld nodded, eyed the gamblers Sahara City, his early life had been
at Table Three dJ.lbiously. He tied hard. Both parents had died there,
his apron carefully and sidled to- broken from strain and poverty, and
ward the table to oversee the situa- Newlin escaped only by stowing
tion and clamp down a lid if neces- away in the dangerous after-holds
sary. Table Three picked that mo- of a rocketship bound for Mars,
ment to erupt in profane violence. risking the unpleasant death from
Three languages splashed pungently leaking radioactives in preference to
in displite which passed quickly to a being poor on Earth.
climax of crisscrossed heat-beam He had been poor since, in many
brilliance. Marksmanship was poor; places, but never with the grinding
both the fat Martian and his adver- hopelessness of those early night-
sary from Ganymede survived, and mare years. Their mark stayed with
only two questionable kibitzers him and colored his life. He knew
blazed into sudden oblivion. Careld every rathole of the system, with the
swept up the corpses into neat piles same intimacy the rats knew them.
of ash, then tried to warn the com- Once, on a non-stop express rocket
batant§ against further displays- of from Mars to Pluto, he had lost a
short temper. finger and all the toes from his left
foot in ceaseless guerilla warfare
with rats which had disputed pos-
- - - - THE END - , . - - -
SCI ENCE BRI EFS
By Charles Recour
- - - - - - - THE END - - - - - - -
GUEST EDITORIAL
By Lila Shaffer
Editor Fantastic Adventures
I NEXORABLY, we seem to be
drifting toward mass suicide in
an ever-increasing momentum. As
placeable, nor is he as tough or as
smart as he thinks he is. Sure, he
can blow himself to Kingdom
we contemplate the vicious and Come. But 10,000 years from now
deadly weapons which man, in his trees and grasses. will still cover the
fears continues to produce, we have land and the seasons will go on.
the impulse to call out: "Hold on All man will ever succeed in kill-
there. You're not accomplishing a ing is himself.
thing, you're only destroying your- It would stand to reason that
self." But no one is listening. Every- God has plans for this planet of
body is too intent on building his ours. With or without us. If man
own protective arsenal, to stop to chooses to drop out, he will hardly
think how much better if we didn't be missed.
need one in the first place. Throughout our entire history,
Let's think about it. What are we have been busy inventing weap-
we? And what are we trying to do? ons that would either put an end
There's this great big beautiful to warfare-or depopulate the
planet, rich in everything we could world. Probably gun powder was
possibly want-or ever absorb. the most terrifying invention of all.
Enough of everything for every- It created stupendous vistas of
body. And then there are people- destruction-but the world sur-
homo sapiens-you and me. vived. Hundreds of thousands of
God-or anything you want to people may have been.. killed, but
call Him-created Heaven and the world survived, with enough of
Hell, and the Earth between. And man remaining to continue running
on Earth he put Man, the highest the show.
thinking of all animals. With life, When Robert Fulton launched
He gave man a free will, which the first steamboat on the Seine
probably includes the ability to com- River that day in 1803, he was-
mit suicide. But man suffers from without being aware of it-intro~
delusions. of grandeur. He's too ducing a new era: the invincible
highly impressed with an impor- navy. But the best this development
tance that isn't there. He's not irre- did was to make the British fleet in-
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98 LILA SHAFFER
vincible for 100 years or so. And of destroying, with his feeble brain
then other, and stronger, weapons and hands, the work of a Creator,
came along. the power and scope of which can
be only dimly conceived. We feel
that we have gone far in our climb
T RULY, only a creature as con·' selves, the better. The world will
ceited as Man could indulge go on-and if we don't play the
in the fears that are currently leading role on its stage, there will
sweeping the earth. Only a creature be other actors in our place; others
steeped in his own egotism could more deserving, perhaps, of the gift
seriously contemplate the possibility of life.
Utopia had been reached. All the problems of
mankind had been solved. It was the perfect
State. If you doubted it, you died.
- - - - - - - THE END - - - - - - -
Before reading this story, prepare yourself for a
jolt and a chill in capsule form. o. Henry could
have been proud of it. It could well become a·
minor classic.
- - - - - - - THE END - - - - - - -
Marley's Chain
(Continued from page 35)
'.
Jackson's frightened face appeared Dave leaned forward, his face in his
briefly, then vanished. Fit)ally Dave hands, tears running down his black
lifted a heavy fist, drove it hard into cheeks, sobs shaking his broad,
Tam's stomach, then sadly lifted the heavy shoulders. "Why wouldn't he
choking, gasping man to the floor. listen? Why couldn't he have gone
The police came in, seconds later, to Mercury? Only a few months,
clubs drawn, eyes wide. They not long enough to hurt him. Why
dragged Tam out, one on each arm. couldn't he have gone, and worked
Dave sank back, his eyes filling, a out in the sun, got that hot sun
sickness growing in the pit of his down on his hands and face-'-not
stomach, In court, a Sharkie woulq· for long, justfor a little while. Two'
draw the maximum sentellce, with- , or three months, and he'd have
out l~niency. Ten years in prison- been dark enough to pass':"-"
- - _ - - - - THE END - - - - - - -
Conger agreed to kill a stranger he had
never seen. But he would make no mistakes
because he had the stranger's skull under
his arm.
THE
SKULL
By Philip K. Dick
swiftly after him, and then the Conger entered, blinking. They
Speaker. Conger took a deep breath were in a small chamber, low-ceil-
of the cold air. He studied the dim . inged, with dark panels of old
outline of the building rising up wood. There was a smell of ashes
before them. and smoldering spices in the roQm..
"I know this place. I've seen it He sniffed. "What's that? The
before." He squinted, his eyes grow- smell."
ing accustomed to the' dark. Sud- "Cups o~ the wall. I don't
denly he became alert. "This is-" know." The Speaker crossed impa-
"Yes. The First Church." The tiently to the far side. "According
Speaker walked toward the steps. to our information, it is hidden here
"We're expected." by this-" .
"Expected? Here?" Conger looked around the room.
"Yes." The Speaker mounted the He saw books and papers, holy
stairs. "You know we're not allowed signs and images. A strange low
in their Churches, especially with shiver went through him.
guns!" He stopped. Two armed sol- "Does my job involve anyone of
diers loomed up ahead, one on each the Church? If it "does-"
side. The Speaker turned, astonished.
"All right?" The Speaker looked "Can it be that you believe in the
up at them. They nodded. The door Founder? Is it possible, a hunter, a
of the Church was open. Conger killer-"
could see other soldi,ers inside, "No. Of course not. All their
standing about, young soldiers with business about resignation to death,
large eyes, gazing at the ikons and non-violence-"
holy images; "What is it, then?"
"I see," he said. Conger shrugged., "I've been
"It was necessary," the Speaker taught not to mix/ with such as
said. "As you know, we have been these. They have strange abilities.
singularly unfortunate in the past And you can't reason with them."
in our' relations' with the Fir~t The Speaker studied Conger
Church." thoughtfully. "Ybu have .the wrong
"This won't help." . idea. It is no one here that we have
"But it's worth it. You will see." in mind. We've found that killing
them only tends to increase their
numbers."
HEY passed through the hall "Then why come here? Let's
T and into the main chamber leave."
where the altar piece was, and the "No. We came for something
kneeling places. The Speaker important. Something you will need
scarcely glanced at the altar as they to identify your man. Without it
THE SKULL 109
you won't be able to find him." cities. He had explored-
A trace of a smile crossed the The Speaker said, "Soldier, take
Speaker's face. "Wedon't want you' these objects and have them car-
to kill the wrong person. It's too ried to the car. Don't lose any part
important." bf them." , •
"I don't make mistakes." Cori- The soldier went into the cup-
ger's chest rose. "Listen, Speaker-" board, reaching gingerly, squatting
"This is an unusual situation," on his heels.
the Speaker said. "You see, the per- "It is my hope," the Speaker con-
son you are after-the person that tinued softly, to Conger, "that you
we are sending you to find-is will demonstrate your loyalty to us,
known only by certain objects here. now. There are always ways for
They are the only traces, the only citizens to restore themselves, to
means of identification. Without show their devotion to their society.
them-" For you I think this would be a
"What are they?" very good chance. I seriously doubt
He came toward the Speaker. that a better one will come. And
The Speaker moved to one side. for your efforts there will be quite
"Look," he said. He drew a sliding a resitution, of course."
wall away, showing a dark square 'I;,he two men looked at each
hole. "In there." other; Conger, thin, unkempt, the
Conger squatted down, staring Speaker immaculate in his uniform.
in. He frowned. "A skull! A skele- "I understand you," Conger said.
tOn !" l'I mean, I understand this part,
"The man you are after has been about the chance. But how can a
dead for two centuries," the Speak- man who has been dead two cen-
er said. "This is all that remains of turies be-"
him. And this is all you have with "I'll explain later," the Speaker
which to find him." said. "Right now we have to hurry:'"
. For a long time Conger said noth- The soldier had gone out with the
ing. He stared down at the bones, bones, wrapped in a blanket held
dimly visible in the recess of the carefully in, his arms. The Speaker
wall. How could a man dead cen- walked to the door. "Come. They've
turies be killed? How could he .be already discovered that we've
stalked, brought down? broken in here, and they'll be com-
Conger was a hunter, a man who ing at any moment."
had lived as he pleased, where he They hurried down the damp
'pleased. He had kept himself alive steps to the waiting car. A second
by trading, bringing furs and pelts later the driver lifted the car up
in from the Provinces on his own into the air, above the house-tops.
ship, riding at high speed, slipping
through the customs line around
Earth.
He had hunted in the great
mountains of the moon. He had
T HE SPEAKER settled back 10
the seat.
"The First Church has an inter-
stalked through empty Martian esting past," he said. "I suppose
110 PHILIP K. DICK
you are familiar with it, but I'd "The Founder preached this doc-
like to speak of a few points that trine, or the germ of it; there's no
are of relevancy to us. telling how much the faithful have
"It was in the twentieth century added themselves. The local au-
that the Movement began-during~' thorities picked him up at OIlce, of
one of the periodic wars. The course. Apparently they were cQn-
Movement developed rapidly, feed- vinced that he meant it; he was
ing on the general sense of futility, never released. He was put to
the realization that each war was death, and his body buried secretly.
breeding greater war, with no end It seemed that the cult was fin-
in sight. The Movement posed a ished."
simple answer to the problem: The Speaker smiled. "Unfortu-
Without military preparations- nately, some of his disciples re-
weapons-there could be no war. ported seeing him after the date of
And without machinery and com- his death. The rumor spread; he
plex scientific technocracy there had conquered death, he was di-
could be no weapons. vine. It took hold, grew. And here
"The Movement preached that we are today, with a First Church,
you couldn't stop war by planning obstructing all social progress, de-
for it. They preached that man was stroying society, sowing the seeds
losing to his machinery and science, of anarchy-"
that it was getting away from him, "But the wars," Conger said.
pushing him into greater and "About them?"
greater wars. Down with society, "The wars? Well, there were no
they shouted. Down with factories more wars. It must be acknowl-
and science! A few more wars and edged that the elimination of war
there wouldn't be much left of the was the direct result of non-vio-
world. lence practiced on a general scale.
"The Founder was an obscure But we can take a mbre objective
person from a small town in the view of war today. What was so
American Middle West. We don't terrible about it? War had a pro-
even know his name. All we know found selective value, perfectly in
is that one day he appeared, preach- accord with the teachings of Dar-
ing a doctrine. of non-violence, non- win and Mendel and others. With-
resistance; no fighting, no paying out war the mass of useless, incom-
taxes for guns, no research except petent mankind, without training
for medicine. Live out your life or intelligence, is permitted to grow
quietly, tending your garden, stay- and expand unchecked. War acted
ing out of public affairs; mind your to reduce their numbers; like storms
own business. Be'obscure, unknown, and earthquakes and droughts, it
poor. Give away most of your pos- was nature's way of eliminating the
sessions, leave the city. At least that unfit.
was what developed from what he "Without war the lower elements
told the people." of mankind have increased all out
The car dropped down and of proportion. They threaten the
landed on a roof. educated few, those with scientific
THE SKULL 11 1
knowledge and trammg, the ones his remains," he murmured. "The
equipped to direct society. They lW>under. The Church has hidden
have no regard for science or a them for two centuries."
scientific society, based on reason. "Quite so," the Speaker said.
And this Movement seeks to aid "But now we have them. Come
and abet them. Only when scientists along down the hall."
are in full control can the-" They went across the room to a
door. The Speaker pushed it open.
Technicians looked up. Conger saw
doctrines had ever been spoken? It spot was a place called Hudson's
took only a moment for him to utter field. About 1960 in a small com-
them that, we know. They say he munity outside Denver, Colorado.
spoke just once, just one time. Then And don't forget-the only means
the authorities came, taking him of identification you will have will
away. He offered no resistance; the be the skull. There are visible char-
incident was small.'~ acteristics of the front teeth, espe-
The Speaker turned to Conger. cially the left incisor-"
"Small, but we're reaping the Conger listened absently. He was
consequences of it today." watching two men in white care-
. They went inside the building. fully 'wrapping the skull in a plastic
Inside, the soldiers had already laid bag. They tied it and carried it into
out the skeleton on a table. The the crystal cage. "And if I should
soldiers stood around it, their young make a mistake?"
faces intense. "Pick the wrong man? Then
Conger went over to the table, find the right one. Don't come back
pushing past them. He bent down, until you succeed in reaching this
staring at the bones. "So these are Founder. And you can't wait for
112 PHILIP K. DICK
him to start speaking; that's what and held it against his cheek. The
we must avoid ! You must act ip. metal of the gun was cool and
advance. Take chances; shoot as smooth. He practiced moving the
soon as you think you've found him. sight. It was a beautiful gun, the
He'll be someone unusual, probably kind of gun he could fall in love
a stranger in the area. Apparently with. If he had owned such a gun
he wasn't known." in the Martian desert-on the long
Conger listened dimly. nights when he had lain, cramped
"Do you think you have it all and numbed with cold, waiting for
now?" the Speaker asked. things that moved through the
"Yes. I think so." Conger entered darkness-
the crystal cage and sat down, plac- He put the gun down and ad-
ing his hands on the wheel. justed the meter readings of th~
"Good luck," the Speaker said. cage. The spiraling mist was begin-
"We'll be awaiting the outcome. ning to condense and settle. All at
There's some philosophical doubt once forms wavered and fluttered
as to whether one can alter the around him.
past. This should answer the q,ues- Colors, sounds, movements fil-
tion onCe and for all." tered through the crystal wire. He
Conger fingered the controls of clamped the controls off and stood
the cage. up.
"By the way," the Speaker said.
"Don't try to usc this cage for pur-
poses not anticipated in your job.
We have a constant trace on it. If
we want it back, we can get it back.
H E WAS on a ridge overlook-
ing a small town. It was high
noon. The air was crisp and bright.
Good luck." A few automobiles moved along a
Conger said nothing. The cage road. Off in the distance were some
was sealed. He raised his finger and level fields. Conger went to the door
touched the wheel control. He and stepped outside. He sniffed the
turned the wheel carefully. air. Then he went back into the
He was still staring at the plastic cage.
bag when the room outside van- Re stood before the mirror over
ished. the shelf, examining his features.
For t\ long time there was nothing He had trimmed his beard-they
at all. Nothing beyond the crystal had not got him to cut it off-and
mesh of the cage. Thoughts rushed his hair was neat. He was dressed in
through Conger's mind, helter- the clothing of the middle-twen-
skelter., How would he know the tieth century, the odd collar and
man? How could he be certain, in coat, the shoes of animal hide. In
advance? What had he looked like? his pocket was money of the times.
What was his name? How had he That was important. Nothing more
acted, before he spoke? Would he was needed.
be an ordinary person, or some Nothing, except his ability, his
strange outlandish crank? special cunning. But he had never
Conger picked up the Slem-gun used it in such a way before.
TAE SKULL 113
He walked down the road toward He finished the item. It was
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124
Sinister Paradise
By Rohert Moore Williams
•
125
, 126 ROBERT MOORE WILLIAMS
a promise for the future t Revenge, smouldering black eyes, high cheek
vengeance, triumph, or something bones, a delicate brown complexion
else? Parker could not determine that hinted at Indian blood back
what emotional overtone had found several generations in the past, sh(
expression in Retch's words. But the looked like something out of an
.emotional overtone was there. Out exotic movie. The slacks and sport
of the corner of his eyes, Parker coat that she wore accentuated the
glanced at the man sitting in the fact that she was a woman.
seat next to him. What he saw did Parker was aware again of the
not please him. enigma of her presence. Retch had
. Retch was big. He had the mus- introduced her as his secretary.
cular build of a prize fighter. The Parker, accepting the man's state-
scar over his left cheekbone did not ment, had asked no questions. Ask-
add to the attractiveness of his ap- ing questions in a matter such as
pearance. He did not, in ..Parkeras this was a fine way to get a bust in
opinion, look like the scientist he the snoot.
had claimed to be. "It ees the island!" Her whisper
Parker shrugged such thoughts was sharp. A glow appeared on
aside. What difference did it make her face. "Soon we will be reech!"
what Retch was, or the nature of his She slapped Parker heartily on the
business here? He had paid charter shoulder. "Bee!, is not that wonder-
charges on the big helicopter. full"
"There it is, Parker 1" Retch al- "It sure is," Parker answered. He
most screamed the words. As he was as astonished by the statement
pointed again toward the island in ashe was by the slap on the shoul-
the far distance, Parker caught a der.
glimpse of a pistol in a shoulder "S.hut up, Mercedes!" Retch
holster under the man's arm. spoke. "Parker, turn some juice into.
The sight of the gun caused a this thing."
split second of alarm in the big "She's cruising at about her best
pilot. He had not known that Retch speed," Parker answered.
was armed. Then the alarm sub- "Then get her faster than cruis-
sided. Parker pressed his left arm ing speed. We've found the island."
down against his body, assurring His manner indicated that finding
himself that his own gun was where the'island was very important but
it belonged. that something else perhaps of equal
The woman, Mercedes Valdar, importance remained to be done.
seemed to catch sOp1e of Retch's "What's the big rush!" Parker
excitement. She leaned forward countered. "You don't think it will
across Retch's shoulder to stare at vanish before we get there, .do you?"
the island. Parker caught another A startled look appeared on
whiff of the musky perfume that Retch's face. "No, of course not,
she used. He noticed again what That is-"
he had realized the first time he met A thudding jar went through the
her-that in any man's language ship.
she was a beauty. Aquiline face, "What 'appened?" Mercedes
SINISTER PARADISE 127
screamed in fear. you tell me." Working with deft,
, With a snarling crash of breaking sure hands, he pulled the mass of
inetal, one of the helicopter blades synthetic fabric out of its compart-
was yanked from its mounting ment.
ab'ove them. "But we've got to get to that
Parker had the dazed impression island. We've found it. We've got
that he saw the big blade jerked to get there while-"
away through the air. Then, like a "If we get there, we'll have to
leaf suddenly caught in a violent swim," Parker answered. "Person-
hurricane, the helicopter began to ally, I'll consider myself lucky to
turn flip-flops in the air. get there by swimming. Here we
"Do somesing!" Mercedes cried. go."
As the ship jumped and began to The last was spoken as the heli-
yaw, she was thrown across the copter began its final plunge to the
cabin. Jerking, buckling, jumping, surface of the blue water below
twisting, the big helicopter lurched them.
its way toward the surface of the Parker, with the mass of fabric
sea below. Cutting the power, clutched firmly in both hands,
Parker leaped from his seat. He threw himself flat on the floor.
knew what was going to happen. The 'copter hit with a terrific
He intended to try and be ready for thud. An instant later, Parker was
it. on his feet. The life raft was under
one hand. With the other hand, he
was reaching for the handle that
opened the cabin door.
R ETCH, gripping his seat with
both hands, yelled. "We're
falling!"
"We've got to get out of here.
Thi's ship will go the bottom like
"It's not news to me," Parker an- a rock."
swered, jerking open the door to the Behind him, Mercedes and Retch
compartment at the rear. Inside were struggling to their feet. Parker
that compartment was a mass of yanked on the handle that opened
synthetic fabric. Tossed to the sur- the cabin door.
face of the sea, inflated by the self- The handle did not budge.
contained flask of gas under pres- The heavy jolt the craft had
sure, it would make a rubber raft. taken when it struck the surface had
"You've left the controls!" Retch twisted the whole frame.
barked. "Do something to stop us. "Get that door open!" Retch
We're going to fall." The man's face moaned. "We'll be drowned like
was wild with fear as he twisted his rats."
head around to see what Parker was "Hell, I'm trying!" Parker an-
doing. swered. He yanked upward with all
"You damned right I've left the his strength.
controls!" Parker answered. "We've The door still did not budge.
lost the equivalent of a wing in an Outside Parker could see the
ordinary plane. If you know any green water rising around the cabin. '
way to stop a plane from faIling He backed away, ducked his
128 ROBERT MOORE WILLIAMS
head, threw himself .with all He yanked at her arms again. This
his stFength against the door. time his fingers held. Her grip was
Under the driving impact of his broken.
body, the door was knocked open. Twisting, he grabbed her hair.
The mass of synthetic fabric in his Then he began to fight his way to
arms, Parker catapulted through the surface.
the opening and into the sea. He His head broke water. As he
hit with a terrific splash. Mercedes gulped air, he realized the blessed
followed him. Parker, treading sight before his eyes.
water and working with the valve The rubber raft! His last jerk at
that would release the gas and in- the valve before Mercedes dragged
flate the raft, saw that Retch was him under had opened it.
still standing in the door of the From the door of the sinking
'copter. helicopter Retch was staring at the
"What am I going to do?" Retch raft. At the. same instant in final
screamed. desperation, he jumped. His clutch-
"Jump." ing fingers caught the edge of the
"But I can't swim." rubber raft. Like a frightened river
"Then wait until I get this god-
rat, he pulled himself out of the
damned raft inflated. Ugh!" Park-
water.
er's voice went into silence as arms
came up out of the water and closed
around his neck with a grip of
death. I
- - - - - - - THE END - - - - - - -
111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111 bitingly. You told the Palmer saga
with plenty of emphasis on the in-
triguing Shaver thing as jtshould
have been told. Damned good!
My criticisms of the stories per-
I
haps isn't fair, because I'm speaking
somewhat as!!. jaded roue who has
seen too much s-L I'm too hipped
on Heinlein and Clark I guess, to
really enjoy any others from the s-f
line. You're doing all right. Inci-
dentally, whoev,er prints your mag
does a bang-up make-up job.
OUR FAVORITE TOO • -Henry Bott
6309 W. Grace St.
Ed: Chicago, Ill.
Let me congratulate you on the
selection and publication of Charles Henry Bott is also. Charles R,e.
DeVet's Infinity's Child. Once ev- cour who does that short, very m-
ery so often, science fiction turns teresting science stuff.
up ·a tale of this excellence which
gives the fans something to rave
about. I hope we will continue to * * *
hear from Mr. DeVet who had the A TOUGH GUY TO GRAB
freshest slant on things I've ever
had the pleasure to read. Ed:
-Frank Edwards . .. In .my opinion, your first issue
.,.. Manhattan, Tenn. topped your second. How ~ about
grabbing another Browne story (if
possible) •
* * * -Bacil Guiley
FROM ,THE SCIENCE MAN 219 Jefferson St.
Warren, Pa.
Paul:
This is just a note commenting
on the second issue of IF. I liked * * *
Resurrection Seven, but for the $3 ..'">0-TWELVE ISSUES
most part, the remaining stories
left me cold. I imagine you get Dear Sir:
plenty of favorable response, how- Just finished the second issue of
ever. What really got me was the IF. I thought the first one was a
piece on Raymond. It was the fair- world-beater, but I can honestly
est, most honest. and genuinely ob- say that issue #2 was the best single
jective piece of criticism or report- issue of science fiction I've ever
age I've ever seen in any s-f mag. read and I grab them all the min-
You didn't flatter or cajole, or rip ute they hit the stands. Due to the
157
158 THE POSTMAN COMETH
spotty performance of most of the A STATEMENT OF POLICY
others I've never felt assured about
a magazine to send in a subscrip- Dear Ed:
tion. But if your next issue of IF On the basis of your first two is-
comes even close to the first two, sues, I think we can rate IF among
brother you'll have my subscription the top stf mags. As for the story
in the next mail-and that's a ratings:
promise. 1. It Takes a Thief
... Incidentally, I hope you have 2. Infinity's Child
guts enough to keep the magazine 3. Jungle in the Sky
free of the so-called active fan 4. The Revealing Pattern
nonsense. I buy and read magazines 5. Dreamer's World
for. the stories in them, and any 6. Resurrection Seven
space given to other garbage is 7. The Beast
paid for by my money too. 8. Welcome Martians
-F. J. Robertson Your cover, I thought, was the
2755 Constitution Rd. mag's worst point. Seems to me I've
Camden, New Jersey seen it before a hundred times.
How about a quasi-modern art
Mr. Robertson! What you said! cover? At lea~t it would be differ-
ent.
*.* * A couple of the institutions of
secondary education in this fair
PAGING A PLAYWRIGHT city, namely Central and North
High, have organized fan clubs.
Dear Mr. Sturgeon: The former ha~ twelve members,
My wife and I have just read including me, and the latter twen-
your short story, Never Underesti- ty-four.
mate in this month's issue of IF By the way, why not publish a
mag-azine. list of national science fiction clubs
May I be so bold as to sug-gest and requirements for membership?
you put this delightful and amusing - Jerry Watkins
tale into play form? Although we 2561 Jones St.
are not connected professionally Omaha, Neb.
with the theater, we feel sure that
your charming plot and snappy dia- As a matter of policy, Jerry, we
logue would be enthusiastically re- are not going to publicize fan club.s.
ceived on the boards. Therefor-e, the item that a couple
Thank you very much for the of institutions of secondary educa-
pleasant moments supplied by your tion in your fair city, namely Cen-
story that is both provocative and tral and North High, have organ-
amusing. ized fan clubs, the former having
~Philip W. Rubin twelve members incllf,ding you, and
111-14 76th Ave., the latter twenty-two, cannot ap-
. Forest Hills, N. Y. pear in these columns. So solly.
THE POSTMAN COMETH 159
TWO GRIPES -AND IMPROVEMENT
Dear Sir: Dear Editor:
I've just finished the May issue Your second issue has just
of IF. Liked it very much. I won't finished completely amazing me~
make any attempt to rate the stories at the great deaf of improvement
because what I like sometimes I IF has undergone in the short space
dislike at another time. of a month or two.
I do have a gripe, two in fact. The"Jungle in the Sky" by Less-
Why must experience be the de~id er was well written but could of
ing factor so much? In your edIto- had a better plot. Your short stories
rial you say, pardon me, in answer were of such good quality that I
to a letter, that writers stay on top wish all mags would follow suit.
because they're good. I say they The best was "Resurrection Seven".
stay on top because they have been But the best story of the issue was
good. Just as long as it tak~s for a "Infinity's Child" by Charles V.
few stinkers to force the edItors to DeVet.
take drastic action. It appears very I don't see what was so great
much as if a writer's reputation about your cover. It just didn~t jell
counts all too highly when it conies with me. That hairy arm holdmg
to buying his stories. ,I depend on hands with the hero while he' quite
the editor of my favorite magazines deftly shoots his pistol (?) at the
to choose good stories and if he little grecn men, I'll take a Bronstell
starts failing I'll quit buying. any day.
My other gripe concerns the topic
and twist the author gives the -Robert Kessler
stories. Let one have the hero fail North Hollywood, Calif.
and there's a dearth of heroes fail-
ing. Every outstanding story has a Let us know what you think about
host of copy cats hoping to cash in the cover on the next (November)
on the new twist. Every new theme issue. II' ,'re trying to get the best-
gets worked to death. nothi1l: ,t'SS.
But don't take my gripes too
seriously. You can put in a stinker * .* *
once in a while and I won't give up
entirely. I might miss an issue or LOVEI,IES, GHOULS AND
two but hope will rise up and I'll FIRST ISSUES
try again. I'm only trying to keep Dear Sirs:
you on your toes. DON'T DEPEND I have just finished reading your
ON YOUR REPUTATION. I May issue of IF., It is great. Not
think that accounts for more fail- many science fiction magazines
ures than any other cause. come up to your quality. Most of
-Delbert C. Boecher them usually show a frontpiece
Port Byron, Ill. of a well-proportioned lovely in
the arms of a three-headed ghouL
* * * who is about to be killed by a
160 THE POSTMAN COMETH
"Super-Hypo-Sonic Galaxy Blast- Steiner those old hacks (sarcastic)
er" held by the hero. like Palmer, Lesser, Shaver, Stur-
Again, let me say that this geon, and Phillips satisfy most of us
magazine is great; keep the good just fine.
stories coming. -Hal Shane
By the way, I missed your first Lawrence, New York
issue of IF (March) and would
like to have it. Enclosed please
find 3,5c for it. Thank you. * '* '*
-Paul Minches WE HOPE OUR
Los Angeles, Calif.
EGGS ARE, TOO!
Sorry, Paul, that we had to return
your 3Sc, along with that of many Dear Mr. Fairman:
others, because we had no available Congrats on a good new mag;
copies of the first (March) issue at your May "ish" compared favor-
the time you wrote. However, since ably with any of the other digest-
then we have managed to obtain a size mags in the SF field. I waited
limited supply and if you still want until now to write, so as to see your
it, shoot us the 3Sc again. second "ish"; you can't really tell
the merits of a mag by its first issue.
'* '* '* I can now say, and that truly, that
you have a 'zinc worth reading; but
NO FANTASY AND first, 'a few gripes. (1) How about
CHOCK FULL some better cover artists? also
interiors. (2) Drop the Science
Dear Editor: briefs and put ,in more letters. There
For two years I've been an avid are too many of those little hunks
science fiction fan _. . . Over this of science going the rounds in stf
time I have acquired two pet hates: today.
SF mags, which have around 2/3 "Twelve Times Zero" was very
fantasy (which I can't stand) and good, but the shorts were all better.
35c mags that give you nothing for Ditto in the May "ish". Improve
your money. IF answers both of your novels. Personalities in SF I
these. No fantasy and a mag chock- like-let's have more of it. Guest
full of stories. When I saw your editorial ... Keep it up in future
&rst issue with 6 shorts, a novel- issues . . . Incidentally, thanks for
ette and a full length novel I said your startling expose of Palmer in
to myself "I don't care how bad it May "ish"; our Palmer For Pres-
is with so much in it I have to ident club greatly appreciated it ...
have it." I was really surprised So may Krishna bless you and may
when I didn't find a bad ~tory in it. all Thy eggs be fertile.
I raced to get your next issue. By -Bruce Beatie
the way, would you please tell Janet Walnut Creek, Cal.
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