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JUNE, 1966 • VoL 24, No. 5 EdHor
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Solar-heated houses, jet automo- tern here. Why do we not have
bile engines, nuclear-powered peace? Because the nations of the
ocean liners —
wrong; but plastic world decline to give up any
back-yard swimming pools, “in- meaningful part of their God-
creasingly complex business ma- given right to do whatever they,
chines” and space vehicles in or- in their own sole judgment, think
bit, absolutely right. Mr. Cherne they might enjoy. Why do we
looks very good as a prophet . . . stillhave staggeringly costly
until you come to consider an- strikes?Because trade unions
other class of predictions made and employers behave no more
in his 1955 forecast. For example, sensibly than foreign ministers.
these But why did we not have
“The most profound change to the depression? Because as soon
take place in the world will be as one threatened, and each
the elimination of world war . . . time one threatened, government
You will have peace.” spending and government tax re-
“By 1965, the U.S. will have lief was increased to flood the
come successfully through a de- economy with money.
pression in which 6,000,000 will Of Cherne’s social predictions
have been unemployed.” that went wrong, two rested on
“Strikes will be rare.” his opinion that large groups
would order their activities on
A s anyone who reads the daily the basis of long-range results.
newspapers knows, we don’t He was optimistic, and he was
have peace, we didn’t have the wrong. The third rested on his
depression . .and we do have
. estimate that a similar large
strikes. Oh, that we do; lots of group could not respond quickly
them. enough to a short-range chal-
What went wrong? lenge. But it did.
Perhaps the difference is as We human beings do pretty
simple as the difference between well with emergencies. Not so
the “hard” sciences and the “soft” well with planning ahead.
ones —technology is intrinsically Isn’t it about time we began
predictable, social changes are in- looking a little deeper into con-
trinsically not. But even if we sequences? Or, as someone said
don’t have a science of social be- at a recent convention of busi-
havior, it is useful to try to ob- ness leaders, “Can’t we find time
serve patterns if they exist; and to act on what is important, in-
there is a glimmering of a pat- stead of what is merely urgent?”
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PART ONE
HEISENBERG'S
8
EYES by FRANK HERBERT
Illustrated by ADKINS
opoHs, night shifts headed toward routine. The Durants and all the
their tumbled rest. There was a others fortunate enough to be
sense of power and movement in chosen and to become parents
the comings and goings of the must never suspect the truth.
people in spite of their trog- Dr. Svengaard steered his
lodyte existence. Most of them, mind away from such thoughts,
he knew, were childless Sterries reminding himself that guilt was
. sterile. They came and they
. . not a permissible emotion for a
went, numbered, but numberless. member of the medical profes-
He had left the intercom open sion. Guilt led inevitably to be-
to his reception room and he trayal . and betrayal brought
. .
could hear his nurse, Mrs. Wash- messy consequences. The Optim-
ington, distracting the Durants en were exceedingly touchy
with questions and forms. where the breeding program was
Routine. concerned.
That was the watchword. This Such a thought with its hint of
must all appear normal, casual criticism filled Svengaard with a
9
momentary disquiet. He swal- dislike to the parents. Harvey
lowed and allowed his mind to Durant was a lithe six-footer with
dwell on the Folk response to the curly blond hair, light blue eyes.
Optimen: They are the power The face was wide with an ap-
that loves us and cares for us. parent innocence and youth. Liz-
With a sigh, he turned away beth, his wife, stood almost the
from the window, skirted the same height, equally blonde,
desk and went through the door equally blue-eyes and young.
that led via the ready room to Her figure suggested valkyrie
the lab. In the ready room, he robustness. On a silver cord
paused to check his appearance around her neck she wore one of
in the mirror; gray hair, dark the omnipresent Folk talismen,
brown eyes, strong chin, high a brass figure of the female Op-
forehead and rather grim lips be- timan, Calapine. The breeder
neath an aqualine nose. He’d al- cult nonsense and religious over-
ways been rather proud of the tones of the figures did not es-
remote dignity in his appearance- cape Dr. Svengaard. He sup-
cut and had come to terms with pressed a sneer.
the need of adjusting the remote- The Durants were parents,
ness. Now, he softened the set of however, and robust —
living
his mouth, practiced a look of testimony to the skill of the sur-
compassionate interest. geon who had cut them. Dr.
Yes, that would do for the Svengaard allowed himself a
Durants — granting the accuracy moment of pride in his profes-
of their emotional profiles. sion. Not many people could en-
ter the tight little group of sub-
XTurse Washington was just cellular engineers who kept hu-
^ ushering the Durants
-*
into man variety within bounds.
the lab as Dr. Svengaard entered Nurse Washington paused in
through his private door. The the door behind the Durants,
skylights above them drummed said; “Dr. Svengaard, Harvey
and hissed with the rain. Such and Lizbeth Durant.” She left
weather suddenly seemed to fit without waiting for acknowledge-
the room’s mood: washed glass, ments. Nurse Washington’s tim-
steel, plasmeld and tile ... all ing and discretion always were
impersonal. It rained on every- exquisitely correct.
one. And all humans had to pass “The Durants, how nice,” Dr.
through a room such as this . . . Svengaard said. “I hope my
even the Optimen. nurse didn’t bore you with all
Dr. Svengard took an instant those forms and questions. But I
10 GALAXY
HEISENBERG'S EYES 11
:
14 GALAXY
Harvey touched the vat, jerk- CCT’m not going to be talked
ed his hand away. The crystal -8- out of watching,” she
surface felt warm, filled with said.
subtle vibrations. And there was Damn! Dr. Svengaard thought.
that constant thiap-thiap-thiap There w*as a catch in her voice.
of the pump. He sensed the de- That little catch, that hesitation
liberateness of that annoying was betrayal. It didn’t fit with her
sound, reading, the way he’d bold appearance. Overemphasis
been trained in the Underground, on maternal drive in her cutting
the subtle betrayals in Sven- ... no matter how successful the
gaard’s manner. He glanced surgeon had been with the rest
around the laboratory. Glass of her.
gray cabinets, shiny
pipes, square “Our concern is for you as
angles and curves of plasmeld, much as for your child,” Dr.
.”
omnipresent gauges like staring Svengaard said. “The trauma . .
eyes. The place smelled of dis- “The law gives us the right,”
infectants and exotic chemicals. Harvey said. And he signaled to
Everything about the lab carried Lizbeth: The whole pattern’s
that calculated double purpose more or less what we anticipated.
— functional in design but con- Trust this clod to know the
structed in such as way as to law, Dr. Svengaard thought. He
awe the uninitiated. sighed. Statistical prediction said
Lizbeth focused on
the one one one hundred thousand par-
in
mundane feature of the place she ents would insist despite all the
could recognize for certain a — subtle and not so subtle pres-
tile sink with gleaming faucets. sures against it. Statistics and
The sink sat squeezed between visible fact, however, were two
two mysterious constructions of distinct rnatters. Svengaard had
convoluted glass and dull gray noted how Harvey glared at him.
plasmeld. The man’s cutting had been
The sink bothered Lizbeth. It strong on male protectiveness —
represented a place of disposal. too strong, obviously. He couldn’t
You flushed garbage into a sink stand to see his mate thwarted.
for grinding before it was washed Doubtless he was an excellent
into the sewage reclamation sys- provider, model husband, never
tem. Anything small could participated in Sterrie orgies a —
easily be dumped into a sink leader.
and lost. A Clod.
Forever. “The law,” Dr. Svengaard said,
Anything. and his voice dripped rebuke.
HEISENBERG'S EYES 15
“also requires tliat I point out the never left such matters to chance.
dangers of psychological trauma “Is this all we get to see here?”
to the parents. I was not suggest- Lizbeth asked.
ing I’d try to prevent you from Dr. Svengaard heard the plead-
watching.” ing tone, noted the way she
“We’re going to watch,” Liz- avoided looking directly at the
beth said. vat. All his pent-up scorn came
Harvey felt a surge of admira- out in his voice as he said “What :
tion for her then. She played her else is there to see, Mrs. Durant?
role so beautifully, even to that Surely you didn’t expect to see
catch in her voice. the morula.”
“I couldn’t stand the waiting Harvey tugged at his wife’s
otherwise,” Lizbeth said. “Not arm, said: “Thank you. Doctor.”
knowing .”
. . Once more, Lizbeth’s eyes
Dr. Svengaard wondered if he scanned the room, avoiding the
dared press the matter —
perhaps vat. “Yes, thank you for showing
an appeal to their obvious awe, a us . this room. It helps to see
. .
16 GALAXY
”
So much to do — Potter,
the come, though, once they solved
specialist from Central, due with- the unknowns behind submolec-
in the hour . and he wouldn’t
. . ular engineering.
be happy about the Durants. Peo- Meanwhile, there was work for
ple had so little understanding of the willing —
maintaining the
what the medical profession en- population of workers, suppress-
dured. The psychological prepar- ing deviants, husbanding the ge-
ation of parents subtracted from netic pool from which even the
time better devoted to more im- Optimen sprang.
portant matters and it cer-
. . . Svengaard swung the meson
tainly complicated the security microscope over the Durant vat,
problem. Svengaard thought of adjusted for low amplification to
the five “Destroy After Reading” minimize Heisenberg interfer-
directives he’d received from Max ence. One more look wouldn’t
Allgood, Central’s boss of T-Se- hurt, juston the chance he might
curity during the past month. It locate the pilot-cell and reduce
was disturbing, as though some Potter’s problem.
new danger had set Security Even as he bent to the scope,
scurrying. Svengaard knew he was ration-
But Central insisted on the so- alizing.He couldn’t resist another
The Opti-
cializing with parents. search into this morula which had
men must have good reason, the potential, might be shaped
Svengaard felt. Most things they into an Optiman. The wonderous
did made wonderful sense. Some- things were so rare. He flicked
times, Svengaard knew, he fell the switch, focused.
into a feeling orphanage, a
of A sigh escaped him : “Ahhh —
creature without past. All it took So passive the morula at low
to shake him from the emotional amplification no pulsing as it lay
;
power that loves us and cares for so little to hint that it was the
us. They had the world firmly in arena of ancient battles.
their grip, the future planned a — Svengaard put a hand to the
place for every man and every amplification controls, hesitated.
man in his place. Some of the old High amplification posed its dan-
dreams —space travel, the quest- gers, but Potter could readjust
ing philosophies, farming of the minor marks of meson interfer-
seas —had been shelved tem- ence. And the big look was very
porarily, put aside for more im- tempting.
portant things. The day would He doubled amplification.
HEISENBERG'S EYES 17
always reduced
ST nlargement in the otherwise near-perfection
appearance of stasis,
the Potter would have to be alerted.
'fhings moved
here, and in the Svengaard backed off amplifi-
unfocused distances there were cation to study the mitochondrial
flashes like the dartings of fish. structure. He followed out the
Up out of the swarming arena invaginated unit-membrane to
came the triple spiral of nucleo- the flattened, sac-hke cristae, re-
tides that had led him to call turned along the external second
Potter. Almost Optiman. Almost membrane, focused on the hydro-
that beautiful perfection of form philic outer compartment. Yes
and mind that could accept the . . the isovalthine was suscep-
.
18 GALAXY
Svengaard recognized
realigning. Full of disquiet, not at all sat-
what was happening from the isfied that he had seen an acci-
descriptions of the eight previous dent, Svengaard began making
occurences. The ADP-ATP ex- the final check of the lab’s pre-
change system was becoming parations. He inspected the en-
more complex —
“resistant.” The zyme racks and their linkage to
surgeon’s job had been made in- the computer dosage- control.
finitely more complex. Plenty of cytochrome bs and P-
Potter will be furious, Sven- 450 hemoprotein, a good reserve
gaard thought. store of ubiquinone and sulfhy-
Svengaard turned off the mi- dryl, arsenate, azide and oligomy-
croscope, straightened. He wiped cin, sufficient protein-bound
perspiration from his hands, phosphohistidine. He moved
glanced at the lab clock. Less down the line —
acylating agents,
than two minutes had passed. a store of (2, 4-dinitrophenol)
The Durants weren’t even in their and the isoxazolidon-3 groups
lounge yet. But in those two min- with reduction NADH.
utes, some force some energy . . . He turned to the physical
from outside had made a seem- equipment, checked the meson
ingly purposeful adjustment scalpel’s micromechanism, read
within the embryo. the life-system gauges on the vat
Could this be what’s stirred up and the print-out of the stasis
Security . and the Optimen?
. . mechanism.
Svengaard wondered. All in order.
He had heard this thing de- It had to be. The Durant em-
scribed, read the reports but . . . bryo, that beautiful thing with
actually to have seen it himself! its wondrous potential, was now
To have seen it ... so sure and resistant — a genetic unknown . .
HEISENBERG'S EYES 19
:
But . She’s
. too. no.
old. shrugged.
Wouldn’t even make a good play- “Are you going to tell them?”
mate. Anyway, the bigdomes she asked. “I mean that you had
wouldn’t grant us a breeding per- them, too.”
mit. And he reminded himself: “I probably won’t even see
I’m a Zeek ... a J^llllS^K. The them,” he said. “You know how
Zeek gene-shaping had gone it is. Anyway, sometimes people
through a brief popularity in the are unhappy with their cut. Some-
region of Timbuctu Megalopolis times they wish they’d had a
during the early nineties. It pro- little more of this, less of that.
duced curly black hair, a skin one They tend to blame the surgeon.
shade lighter than milk choco- They don’t understand, can’t un-
late, soft brown eyes and a roly- derstand the problems we have
poly face of utmost benignity, all in the cutting room.”
on a tall, strong body. A Zeek. A “But the Durants seem like a
Vyaslav Potter. very successful cut,” she said.
It had yet to produce an Opti- “Normal. Happy. Perhaps a little
man, male or female, and never over-worried about their son,
a viable gamete match. but .”. .
Potter had long since given up. “Their genotype is one of the
He was one of those who’d voted most successful,” he said. He tap-
to discontinue the Zeek. He ped the record folder with a
thought of the Optimen with forefinger.“Here’s the proof
whom he dealt and sneered at they had a viable with poten-
himself There but for the brown
: tial.”He lifted a thumb in the
eyes But the sneer no longer
. . . time-honored gesture for Opti-
gave him a twinge of bitterness. rnan.
“You know,” he said, smiling “You should be very proud of
at the nurse, “these Durants them,” she said. “My family’s had
whose Emb I have this morning only fifteen viables in a hundred
20 GALAXY
and eighty-nine years, and never from the kisses of the hopeful.
an . She repeated Potter’s
.
His moue of commiseration be-
thumb gestuf'e. came a cynical sneer. Hopeful! If
He pursed his lips into a moae they only knew.
of commiseration, wondering how “Were you aware the Durants
he lethimself get drawn into are going to watch?” the Nurse
these conversations with women, asked.
especially with nurses. It -was
that little seed of hope that never T T is head jerked up and he
died, he suspected. It was cut glared at her.
from the same stuff that pro- “It’s allover the hospital,” she
duced the wild rumors, the quack said. “Security’s been alerted.
“breeder doctors” and the black The Duran ts’ve been scanned and
market in “true breed” nostrums. they’re inLounge Five with clos-
It was the thing that sold the ed circuit to the cutting room.”
little Optiman-Cala-
figurines of Anger blazed through him.
pine because of the unfounded “Damn it to hell! Can’t they do
rumor that she had produced a anything right here?”
viable. It was the thing that wore “Now, Doctor,” she said, stiff-
out the big toes of fertility idols ening into the prim departmental
HEISENBERG'S EYES 21
:
no call to lose
dictator. “There’s And Potter reminded himself
your temper. The Durants quot- / did the original cut on this
ed the law. That ties our hands pair. There was no mistake.
and you know it.” He ran into Svengaard outside
“Stupid damn law,” Potter the latter’s office, heard the
muttered, but his anger had sub- man’s quick resume. Svengaard
sided. The law! he thought. More then began babbling about his
of the damn masquerade. He had Security arrangements.
to admit, though, that they need- “I don’t give a damn what
ed the law. Without Public Law your Security people say,” Pot-
10927, people might ask the ter barked. “We’ve new instruc-
wrong kinds of questions. And no tions. Central Emergency’s to be
doubt Svengaard had done his called in every case of this kind.”
bumbling best to try to dissuade They went into Svengaard’s of-
the Durants. fice. It pretended to be wood
Potter assumed a rueful grin, paneling — a corner room with a
said; “Sorry I snapped like that. view of flowered roof gardens
I’ve had a bad week.” He sighed. and terraces built of the omni-
“They just don’t understand.” present three-phase regenerative
“Is there any other record you plasmeld, the “plasty” of the
wish. Doctor?” she asked. Folk patois. Nothing must age or
Rapport was gone, Potter saw. degenerate in this best of all
“No, thanks,” he said. He took Optiman worlds. Nothing except
the Durant folder, headed for people.
Svengaard’s office. Just his luck: “Central Emergency?” Sven-
a pair of watchers. It meant plen- gaard asked.
ty of extra work. Naturally! “No exceptions,” Potter said.
The Durants couldn’t be con- He sat in Svengaard’s chair, put
tent with seeing the tape after his feet on Svengaard’s desk and
the cut. Oh, no. They had to be brought the little ivory-colored
on the scene. That meant the phone box to his stomach with
Durants weren’t as innocent as its screen only inches from his
22 GALAXY
”
ed and . .
.” “Damn it to hell!” Potter
“They killed themselves.” erupted. “Will you let me get ten
“Killed them How?” . . . words out of my mouth without
“We don’t know.” interrupting?” He glared into the
“We don’t know!” Potter screen. “There’s something here
echoed sarcastically. more important than flaws and
A heavy masculine voice came the parents.” Potter glanced up
from the phone: “Who’re you at Svengaard, back to the screen.
talking to?” “Sven reports he saw an outside
HEISENBERG'S EYES 23
adjustment of the arginine defic- “I don’t see why they put up
iency.” with you,” the man on the phone
said.
24 GALAXY
IV you’re afraid this is the action
of a deity?”
potter studied the man. Sven- Svengaard looked away. “I re-
-* gaard was good within his lim- member in school,” he said. “You
its,but he lacked creative imag- were lecturing. You said we al-
ination. A brilliant surgeon, but ways have to be ready to face
without that special quality he the fact that the reality we see
was often a dull too. willbe shockingly different from
“You’re a good man, Sven,” anything our theories led us to
Potter said. “Dependable. That’s suspect.”
what your record says, you know. “Did I say that? Did I really
Dependable. You’ll never be any- say that?”
thing else. Weren’t meant to be. “You did.”
In your particular niche, though, “Something’s out there, eh?
you’re it.” Something beyond our instru-
Svengaard heard only the ments. It’s never heard of Heis-
praise, said; “It’s good to be enberg. It isn’t uncertain at all.
appreciated, of course, but . . It moves.” His voice lowered. “It
“But we have work to do.” moves directly. It adjusts things.”
“It will be difficult,” Sven- He cocked his head to one side.
gaard said. “Now.” “Ah, hah! The ghost of Heisen-
“Do you think that outside ad- berg is confounded!”
justment was an accidental Svengaard glared at Potter.
thing?” Potter asked. The man was mocking him. He
“I . . . I’d like to believe spoke “Heisenberg did
stiffly:
that . .
.” Svengaard wet his lips point out that we have our lim-
with his tongue. “. it wasn’t . . its.”
determined, that no agency .” . . “You’re right,” Potter said.
“You’d like to lay it to un- “There’s a caprice in our uni-
certainty, to Heisenberg,” Potter verse.He taught us that. There’s
said. “The principle of uncertain- always something we can’t inter-
ty. Some result of our own med- pret or understand ... or mea-
dling. Everything an accident in sure. He set us up for this present
the capricious universe.” dilemma, eh?” Potter glanced at
Svengaard felt stung by a qual- his finger watch,back to Sven-
ity of harshness in Potter’s voice, gaard. “We tend to interpret ev-
said: “Not precisely. I meant erything around us by screening
only thatI hoped no super casual it through that system which is
agency had a hand in it.” native to us. Our civilization sees
“God? You don’t really mean indeterminately through the eyes
HEISENBERG'S EYES 55
of Heisenberg. If he taught us that can never be reduced to
truly, how can we tell whether mechanical systems and, there-
the unknown’s an accident or the fore, to stationary matter. You
deliberate intent of God? What’s can’t stop the movement, see?
the use of even asking?” It’san extended system phenom-
Svengaard spoke defensively; enon, energy seeking a level.”
“We appear to manage . . . some- “Extended system?” he asked.
how.” Potter looked up at the man’s
scowling face. The question focus-
potter startled him by laugh- ed Potter’s attention abruptly on
ing, head tipped back, body the differences in thought pat-
shaking with enjoyment. The terns between those who lived
laughter subsided and presently close to Central and those who
Potter said: “Sven, you are a touched the Optiman world only
gem. I mean tiiat. If it weren’t for through reports and second-hand
the ones like you, we’d still be associations.
back in the muck and mire, run- We are so different. Potter
ning from glaciers and saber- thought. Just as the Optimen are
tooth tigers.” different from us and Sven here
Svengaard fought to keep an- is different from the Sterries and
ger from his voice, said; “What breeders. We’re cut off from each
do they think this arginine ad- other .and none of us has a
. .
26 GAUXY
number of energy rules, each set A chime sounded beneath Sven-
dependent on the twin aspects of gaard’s desk.
viewpoint and background. In an “Security?” Potter asked.
extended system, this thini from “That’s the all clear,” Sven-
outside assumes the aspect of a gaard said. “They’re ready for us
node appearing on a standing now.”
wave. That’s what they say.” “Central’s Security hotshots are
Svengaard slipped off the desk, all in place,” Potter said. “You
stood in a rapture of awe. He felt will note that they didn’t stoop
that he’d had a fleeting glimpse, to report to you or to me. They
a wisp of understanding that pen- watch us too, you know.”
etrated every question he might “I’ve nothing to hide,” Sven-
ask about the universe. gaard said.
Could that be what it’s like to “Of course you haven’t,” Pot-
work out of Central? he wonder- ter said.He moved around the
ed. desk, threw an arm across Sven-
“That’s a great summation, gaard’s shoulders. “Come along.
isn’t it?” Potter demanded. He It’s time for us to put on the
stood up. “A truly great idea!” mask of Archeus. We’re going to
A chuckle shook him. “You know, give form and organization to a
a guy named Diderot had that living body. Veritable gods, we
idea. It was around 1750 or there- are.”
about. They spoon-feed it to us Svengaard felt himself still lost
now. Great wisdom!” in confusion. “What’ll they do to
“Maybe Diderot was one of the Durants?” he asked.
them,” Svengaard ventured. “Do? Not a damn thing, unless
Potter sighed, thinking: How the Durants force it. The Dur-
ignorant a man can become on a ants won’t even know they’re be-
diet of managed history. He won- ing watched. But Central’s little
dered then how his own diet had boys will know everything that
been adjusted and managed. goes on in that lounge. The Dur-
“Diderot was one of us,” Pot- ants won’t be able to belch with-
ter growled. out the gas being subjected to a
full and complete analysis. Come
Qvengaard stared at him, shock- along.”
ed to silence by the man’s But Svengaard held back. “Dr.
blasphemy. Potter,” he asked, “what do you
“It comes down to this,” Pot- think introduced that arginine
ter said. “Nature doesn’t like be- chain into the Durant morula?”
ing meddled with.” “I’m closer to you than you
HEISENBERG'S EYES 27
think,” Potter said. “We're fight- nurse came over to examine his
ing . instability. We’ve upset
. . breather mask. He checked his
the biological stability of the in- microphone: “Mary had a little
heritance patterns with our false lamb — fleece was black as
its
isomers and our enzyme adjust- hades — the surgeon took the
ments and our meson beams. credit for — a joke on the
all la-
We’ve underminded the chemical dies.”
stability of the molecules in the Heheard a distinct chuckle
germ plasm. You’re a doctoi. from the computer nurse, glanced
Look at the enzyme prescriptions at her, but she had her back to
we all have to take — how pro- him and her face already hidden
found the adjustment we have to by hood and mask.
make to stay alive. It wasn’t al- The vat nurse said: “Micro-
ways that way. And whatever set phone working. Doctor.”
up that original stability is still He couldn’t see her lips mov-
in there fighting. That’s what I ing behind her mask, but her
think.” cheeks rippled as she spoke.
Svengaard flexed his fingers in
V their gloves, took a deep breath.
It smelled faintly of ammonia.
''T^he cutting-room nurses posi- He wondered why Potter always
tioned the vat under the en- joked with the nurses. It seemed
zyme console, readied the tubes demeaning, somehow.
and the computer-feed-analysis Potter moved across to the vat.
board. They worked quietly and His sterile suit crinkled with a
efficiently as Potter and Sven- familiar snapping hiss as he walk-
gaard examined the gauges. The ed. He glanced up at the wall
computer nurse racked her tapes screen, the replay monitor which
and there came a brief whirring showed approximately what the
as she tested her board. surgeon saw and which was the
Potter felt himself filled with view watched by the parents. The
the wakeful anxiety that always screen presented him with a view
came over him before surgery. of itself as he turned his forehead
He knew it would give way pres- pickup lens toward it.
ently to the charged sureness of Damn parents, he thought.
action, but he felt snappish at They make me feel guilty.
the moment. He glanced at the He returned his attention to
vat gauges. The Krebs cycle the crystal vat now bristling with
was holding at 86.9, a good sixty instruments. The pump’s churg-
points above death level. The vat ling annoyed him.
28 GALAXY
Svengaard moved to the other boosted amplification and went
side of the vat, waiting. The down into the DNA
spirals. Yes
breather mask
hid the lower half — there
-
was the situation Sven
of his face, but his eyes appeared had described. The Durant em-
calm. He radiated a sense of bryo was one of those that could
steadiness and reliability. cross over into the more-than-
How
does he really feel? Pot- human land of Central ... if the
ter wondered. And he reminded surgeon succeeded.
himself that in an emergency The confirmation left Potter
there wasn’t a better cutting- oddly shaken. He shifted his at-
room assistant than Sven. tention to the mitochondrial
“You can begin increasing the structures, saw the evidence of
pyruvic acid,” Potter said. the arginine intrusion. It squared
Svengaard nodded, depressed precisely with Sven’s description.
the feeder key. Alpha-helices had begun firming
The computer nurse started up, revealing the telltale stria-
her reels turning. tions at the aneurin shifts. This
They watched the gauges as one was going to resist the sur-
the Krebs cycle began rising — geon. This was going to be a
87.0 . . . 87.3 . . . 87.8 . . . 88.5 tough one.
. . . 89.4 . . . 90.5 . . . 91.9 . . . Potter straightened.
Now, Potter told himself, the “Well?” Svengaard asked.
irreversible movement of growth “Pretty much as you describ-
has started. Only death can stop ed it,” Potter said. “A straight-
it. “Tell me when the Krebs cy- forward job.” That was for the
cle reaches one hundred and ten,” watching parents.
he said. He wondered then what Secur-
He swung
the scope and micro- ity was discovering about the
manipulators into place, leaned Durants. Would this pair be load-
into the rests. Will I see what ed down with search and probe
Sven saw? he wondered. He knew devices disguised as conventional
it wasn’t likely. The lightning artifacts? Possibly. But there
from outside had never struck were rumors of new techniques
twice in the same place. It came. being introduced by the Parents
It did what no human hand could Underground . and of Cyborgs
. .
“Backing off pyruvic,” she gun and his hands felt sweaty in
said. their gloves.
Potter swung his attention to “Stand by with adenosine tri-
the priority rack beside him, phosphate,” he said.
checked the presentation in — Svengaard presented the feed-
the first row the pyrimidines, nu- er tube in the micromanipulators,
cleic acids and proteins, then nodded to the vat nurse. ATP
aneurin, riboflavin, pyridoxin, already. This was going to be a
pantothenic acid, folic acid, cho- tough one.
line, inositol, sulfhydryl . . . “Begin one minim ATP,” Pot-
He cleared his throat, lining up ter said.
his plan for the attack on the Svengaard depressed the feed-
morula’s defenses. “I will attempt er key. The whirring of the com-
to find a pilot cell by masking puter tapes sounded overly loud.
the cysteine at a single locus,” Potter lifted his head momen-
he said. “Stand by with sulfhy- tarily, shook it. “Wrong cell.” he
dryl and prepare an intermediary said. “We’ll- try another one. Same
tape for protein synthesis.” procedure.”
“Ready for masking,” Sven- Again he leaned into the scope
gaard said. He nodded to the and the rests, moved the micro-
computer nurse who racked the manipulators, pushing amplifica-
intermediary tape into position tion up a notch at a time. Slowly
with a smooth sureness. he traced his way down into the
“Krebs cycle?” Pottei asked. cellular mass. Gently gently
. . .
“One hundred and ten corning . .The scope itself could cause
.
30 GALAXY
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“Release all stasis,” Potter sine curve that dipped perilous-
said. “Present the full amino ly into the death cycle now. He
spectrum with activated histi- knew why Potter had made this
dine. Start pyridoxin four point — decision, but the carcinogenic
two minims.” peril of it to be weighed. He
had
Svengaard’s hands sped over wondered he should argue the
if
34 GALAXY
the feeder key, searched for Op- true, but it was a pattern. Potter
timan signs. The cellular action realized, which hadn’t been seen
remained unsteady, partly blur- in humankind since the second
red. century of gene shaping. He
“Krebs cycle twenty-two thought of calling for a compari-
eight,” thecomputer nurse said. son to be sure. The computer
Climbing a bjt, Potter thought. would have it, of course. No rec-
“Very slow,” Svengaard said. ord was ever lost or thrown away.
Potter maintained his vigil But he dared not there was
. . .
from which no human could devi- it possible anyone else had seen
ate top far and live, yet it was enough and knew enough of this
the single thing feared most by pattern to realize what had hap-
Central. pened here? he wondered.
Every gene surgeon had this Why did I introduce the muta-
drummed into him during his gens?
education: Natural selectivity is “Can you see the paLtern yet?”
a madness that sends its human Svengaard asked.
victims groping blindly through “Not yet,” Potter lied.
empty lives.” The embryo was growing rap-
Optiman reason and Optiman idly now. Potter studied the pro-
logic, must, of necessity, do the liferation of stable cells. It was
selecting. beautiful.
As though he straddled Time, “Krebs cycle sixty-four seven,”
Potter felt the profound certainty Svengaard said.
that the Durant embryo, if it Vve waited too long, Potter
matured, would encounter a fer- thought. The higdomes of central
tile mate. This embryo had re- will ask why I waited so long
ceived a gift from outside — a to kill this embryo. I cannot kill
wealth of sperm-arginine, the it! It’s too beautiful.
key to its fertility pattern. In the Central maintained its power
flood of mutagen which opened by keeping the world at large
the active centers of the DNA, in ignorance of the ruling fist,
this embryo’s gene patterns had by doling out living time in the
shaken down into a stable form form of precious enzyme pre-
no human dared attempt. scriptions to its half-alive slaves.
Why did I introduce the muta- The Folk had a saying: In this
gens just then? Potter wondered. world there are two worlds one —
I knew it was the needed thing. that works not and lives forever;
How did I know? Could I have one that lives not and works
been an instrument of some other forever.
force? Here in a crystal vat lay a tiny
“Krebs cycle fifty-eight and ball of cells, a living creature less
climbing steadily,” Svengaard than six-tenths of a millimeter in
said. diameter, and it carried the full
36 GALAXY
potential of living out its life be- enough. The forehead lense only
yond Central’s control. approximated the full field vision.
This morula had to die. The vat nurses couldn’t even
They’ll order it killed, Potter guess at it. Only the computer
thought. And I will be suspect, nurse with her tiny monitor screen
finished. And if this tbmg did gef might know and the full rec-
. . .
loose in the world, what then? ord lay in her machine now a —
What would happen to ^ene sur- pattern of magnetic waves on
gery? Would we go back to cor- strips of tape.
recting minor defects . . . the way
itwas before we started shaping VI
supermen?
Supermen! tt^^hat’s the lowest I’ve ever
In his mind, he did what no -®-
seen it go without killing
voice could do: he cursed the the embryo,” Svengaard said.
Optimen. They were enormous “How low?” Potter asked.
power, instant life or death. Many “Twenty-one nine,” Svengaard
were geniuses. But they were as said.“Twenty’s bottom, of course,
dependent on the enzymic frac- but I’ve never heard of an em-
tions as any clod of the Sterries bryo coming back from below
or Breeders. There were men as twenty-five before, have you?”
brilliant among the Sterries and “No,” Potter said.
Breeders . and among the sur-
. . “Is it the pattern we want?”
geons. Svengaard asked.
But none of these could live “I don’t want to interfere too
forever, secure in that ultimate, much yet,” Potter said.
brutal power. “Of course,” Svengaard said.
“Krebs cycle one hundred “Whatever happens, it was in-
even,” Svengaard said. spired surgery.”
“We’re over the top now,” Pot- Inspired surgery! Potter
ter said. He risked a glance at thought. What would this dolt
the computer nurse, but she had say if I told him what I have
her back to him, fussing with here? A totally viable embryo!
her board. Without that compu- A total. Kill it, he’d say. It’ll
ter record, it might be possible to need no enzyme prescription
conceal what had happened and it Can breed true. It hasn’t
here. With that record open to a defect . not one. Kill it, he’d
. .
HEISENBERG'S EYES 37
embryo. Bui the minute they see potter focused on the little
this tape at Central, the embryo monitor screen at the com-
will be destroyed. puter nurse’s station. Did she
Eliminate it, they’ll say . . . watch the operation closely? he
because they don’t like to use asked himself. Sometimes they
words too close to kill or death. follow the cut move by move
Potter bent to the scope. How . and computer nurses are a
. .
lovely the embryo was in its own savvy lot. If she watched, she’ll
terrifying way. have a good idea what we achiev-
He risked another glance at the ed. At the very least, she’ll sus-
computer nurse. She turned, mask pect. l^as that tape erasure real-
down, met his gaze, smiled. It ly *an accident? Do I dare?
was a knowing, secretive smile, She turned, met his gaze. “Oh,
the smile of a conspirator. Now Doctor, I’m so sorry,” she said.
she reached up to mop the per- “It’s all right, nurse,” Potter
spiration from her face. Her said. “There’s nothing very speci-
sleeve brushed a switch. A rasp- alabout this embryo now aside —
ing, whirring scream came from from the fact that it will live.”
the computer board. She whirled “We missed it, eh?” Svengaard
to it, grated: “Oh, my God!” asked. “Must’ve been the muta-
Her hands sped over the board, gens.”
but tape continued to hiss “Yes,” Potter said. “But with-
through the transponder plates. out them it would have died.”
She turned, tried to wrestle the Potter stared at the nurse. He
transparent cover from the rec- couldn’t be sure, but he thought
ording console. The big reels he saw a profound relief wash
whirled madly under the cover over her features.
plate. “I’ll cut a verbal tape of the
“It’s running wild!” she shout- operation,”Potter said. “That
ed. should be enough on this em-
locked on erase!” Sven-
“It’s bryo.”
gaard yelled. He jumped to her And he thought: When does a
side, tried to get the cover plate conspiracy begin? Was this such
off. It jammed in its tracks. a beginning?
Potter watched like a man in There was still so much this
a trance as the last of the tape conspiracy required. No knowl-
flashed through the heads, began edgeable eye could ever again
whipping on the take-up reels. look at this embryo through the
“Oh, Doctor, we’ve lost it!” the microscope without being a part
computer nurse wailed. of the conspiracy ... or a traitor.
38 GALAXY
“We still have the protein syn- Did anyone else see her trip
thesis tape,” Svengaard said. that switch? Potter wondered. He
“That’ll give us the chemical fac- tried to remember where every-
tors by reference — and the tim- one in the room had been look-
ing.” ing,worried that a Security moni-
Potter thought about the pro- tor might’ve been watching her.
tein synthesis tape. Was there It Security saw that, she’s dead.
danger in it? No. It was only a Potter thought. And so am I.
reference for what had been used
in the operation .not how
. . CC^'T^he technician’s report on
anything had been used. repairs will have to be part
“So it will,” Potter said. “So it of the record on this case,”
will.” He gestured to the monitor Svengaard said. “I presume
screen. “Operations finished. You you’ll . .
.”
can cut the direct circuit and es- “I’ll see to it personally, Doc-
cort the parents to the reception tor,” she said.
room. I’m very sorry we achiev- Turning away. Potter had the
ed no more than we did, but impression that he and the com-
this’ll be a healthy human.” puter nurse had just carried on a
“Sterrie?” Svengaard asked. He noted that
silent conversation.
“To soon to guess,” Potter said. the big screen was now a gray
He looked at the computer nurse. blank, the Durants no longer
She had managed to get the cover watching. Should I see them my-
off at last and had stopped the self? he wondered. If they’re part
tapes. “Any idea how that hap- of the Underground, they could
pened?” help. Something has to be done
“Probably solenoid failure,” about the embryo. Safest to ge^
Svengaard said. it out of here entirely, but how?
“This equipment’s quite old,” “I’ll take care of the tie-off de-
the nurse said. “I’ve asked for tails,” Svengaard said. He began
replacement units several times, checking the vat seals and life
but we don’t seem to be very high systems repeaters, dismantling
on the priority lists.” the meson generator.
And there’s a natural reluc- Someone has to see the par-
tance at Central to admit any- ents, Potter thought.
thing can wear out, Potter “The parents’ll be disappoint-
thought. ed,” Svengaard said. “They gen
“Yes,” Potter said. “Well, I erally know why a specialist is
daresay you’ll get your replace- called in . . . and probably got
ments now.” their hopes up.”
HEISENBERG'S EYES 39
The door from the ready room involvement and personal danger
opened to admit a man Potter threatened to overwhelm Potter.
recognized as an agent from Cen- It took the greatest effort to
tral Security. He was a moon- maintain a casual one.
faced blond with features one “Anything’s possible of course,”
tended to forget five minutes Potter said. He shrugged. “But
after leaving him. The man I don’t think we have anything
crossed the room to stand in unusual here. We lost the Opti-
front of Potter. shape in saving the embryo, but
Is this the end for me? Potter that happens. We
can’t win them
wondered. He forced his voice all.”
into a steady casual tone, asked: “Should we flag the embryo’s
“What about the parents?” record?” the agent asked.
“They’re clean,” the agent said. He’ll still fishing, Potter told
“No tricky devices — conversa- himself. He said: “Suit yourself.
tion normal — plenty of small I’ll have a verbal tape on the
40 GALAXY
agent said. “I’ll take that ver- had been absorbing correlated
bally.Allgood has to show every gene information —
the inner
report to the Tuyere now.” workings of the cells and their ex-
Potter permitted himself an terior manifestations —
for so
understanding nod. “Of course.” many years that this weight of
The men who worked out of Cen- data had fused into a new level
tral knew about such things. One of understanding. He was reading
concealed personally disquieting the tiny betrayals in gene-type
items from the Optimen. reactions.
The agent glanced around the 1 can read people!
cutting room, said: “Some day It was a staggering realization.
we won’t have to use all this He looked around the room at
secrecy. Won’t come any too soon the nurses helping with the tie-
for me.” He turned away. off. When his eyes found the
Potter watched the retreating computer nurse, he knew she had
back, thinking how neatly the deliberately destroyed the record
agent fitted into the demands of tape. He knew it.
HEISENBERG'S EYES 41
some factory team or labor group. They have no pasts, Lizbeth
Their uniformed sameness was thought, focusing abruptly on the
broken by flashes of color — common observation of the Folk
an orange scarf on a woman’s philosophers. They’re all people
head, a yellow sash across a without pasts and only the hope
man’s chest, the scarlet of a fer- for a future to cling to. Some-
tility fetish dangling on a gold where our past was lost in an
loop from a woman’s ear. One ocean of darkness. The Optimen
man had equipped himself with and their gene surgeons have ex-
bright green shoes. tinguished our past.
The pathetic attempts at in- Even their own breeder leave
dividuality in a world of lost its special glow in the face
gene-stamped sameness stabbed of this. The Durants might not
through Lizbeth’s defenses. She be constrained to leap up at the
turned away lest the scene tear rising bell and hurry apart to
the smile from her lips, asked: their labors, but they were still
this same escape from the rou- She felt the beginnings of es-
tine that bound them all. Viable trangement from her own un-
gametes, breeder leave it was— formed son then, an emotion
the universal dream. Even the that colored present necessities.
known hoped, and so
Sterries Whafs the use? she wondered.
they patronized the breeder But she knew what the use was
quacks and the manufacturers of — to end forever all this ampu-
doombah fetishes. tation of pasts.
42 GALAXY
The last envious face passed. “I know.”
The mob became moving backs, “Svengaard is out —
a slave of
They turned a cor-
bits of color. the power structure.”
ner and were gone, cut off. “Obviously. You know, I had
Is it a corner we’ve turned and no idea the computer nurse was
no coming back? Lizbeth won- one of us.”
dered. “You saw that, too?”
“Let’s walk to the cross-town “Potter v/as looking at her
shuttle tube,” Harvey said. when she tripped the switch.”
“Through the park?” she asked. “Do you think the Security
“Yes,” Harvey said. “Just people saw her?”
think — ten months.” “Not a chance. They were all
“And we can take our son concentrated on us.”
home,” she said. “We’re very “Maybe she’s not one of us,”
lucky.” Harvey signaled. And he spoke
“It seems like a long time — aloud; “Isn’t it a beautiful day.
ten months,” Harvey said. Let’s take the floral path.”
Lizbeth answered as they
crossed the street and entered
the park. “Yes, but we can come L izbeth’s finger pressures an-
swered: “You think that
see him every week when they nurse is an accidental?”
shift him to the big vat and — “Could be. Perhaps she saw
that’s only three months away.” what Potter’d accomplished and
“You’re right,” Harvey said. knew there was only one way to
“It’ll be over before we know save the embryo.”
it. And thank the powers he’s “Someone will have to contact
not a specialist or anything else. her immediately then.”
We can raise him at home. Our “Cautiously. She might be un-
work time’ll be reduced.” stable, emotional —
a breeder
“That Doctor Potter’s wonder- neurotic.”
ful,” she said. “What about Potter?”
As they talked, their clasped “We’ll have to get people to
hands moved with the subtle him right away. We’ll need his
pressures and finger shifts of the help getting the embryo out of
secret conversation —
the No- there.”
Spoken-Word hand code that “That’ll give us nine of Cen-
classified them as couriers of the tral’s surgeons,” she said.
Parents Underground. “If he goes along,” Harvey
“They’re still watching us,” signaled.
Harvey signaled. She looked at him with a smile
HEISENBERG'S EYES 43
that completely masked her sud- er and deeper. They’re so deep
den worry. “You have doubts?” now they can’t see over the edges
“It’s only that I think he was to the outside.”
reading me at the same time I “And that wide-wide universe
read him.” out there calling to us,” she sig-
“Oh, he was,” she said. “But naled.
he was slow and lame about it
compared to us.” VIII
“That’s how I read him. He
was like a first reader, an ama- A yTax Allgood, Central’s chief
teur stumbling along, gaining of Tachy-Security, climbed
confidence as he went.” Administration’s plasmeld steps
“He’s untrained,” she said. ahead of his two surgeon
slightly
“That’s obvious. I was worried companions as befitted the direc-
you’d read something in him that tor of the Optimen’s swift and
escaped me.” terrible hand of power.
“I guess you’re right.” The morning sun behind the
Across the park, dust had trio sent their shadows darting
shattered the sunlight into count- across the white building’s angles
less pillars that stood up through and planes.
an arboretum. Lizbeth stared at They were admitted to the sil-
the scene as she answered: “No ver shadows of the entrance por-
doubt of it, darling. He’s a na- tico where a barrier dropped for
tural, someone who’s stumbled the inevitable delay. Quarantine
onto the talent accidentally. They scanners searched and probed
do occur, you know —
have to. them for inimical microbes.
Nothing can keep us from com- Allgood turned with the pati-
municating.” ence of long experience in this
“But they certainly try.” procedure, studied his compan-
“Yes,” she signaled. “They ions — Boumour and Igan. It
were very intent on it there to- amused him that they must drop
day —
probing and scanning us their titles here.
in that lounge. But people who No doctors were admitted to
think mechanically will never these precincts. Here they must
guess —I mean that our wea- be pharmacists. The title doctor
pons are people and not things.” carried overtones which spread
“It’s their fatal blind spot,” he unrest among the Optimen. They
agreed. “Central’s carved out the knew about doctors, but only as
genetic ruts with logic —and ministers to the mere humans. A
logic keeps digging the ruts deep- doctor became a euphemism in
44 GALAXY
here, just as no one said death
or kill or implied a machine or
structure could wear out. Only
new Optimen in their acolyte ap-
prenticeship, or meres of young
appearance served in Central, al-
though some of the meres had
been preserved by their masters
for remarkable lengths of time.
Boumour and Igan both passed
the test of youthfulness, although
Boumour’s face was of tiiat
pinched-up elfin type which
tended to suggest age before its
time. He was a big man with
heavy shoulders, powerful. Igan
looked lean and fragile beside
him, a beaked face with long jaw
and tight little mouth. The eyes
of both men were Optiman color
— blue and penetrating. They
were probably near-Opts, both
of them. Most Central surgeon-
nharmacists were.
The pair moved restlessly un-
der Allgood’s gaze, avoiding his
eyes. Boumour began talking in
a low voice to Igan with one
hand on the man’s shoulder
moving nervously, kneading. The
movement of Boumour’s hand
on Igan’s shoulder carried an
odd familiarity, a suggestion to
Allgood that he had seen some-
thing like this somewhere before.
He couldn’t place where.
The quarantine probing-scan-
ning continued. It seemed to All-
good that it was lasting longer
than usual. He turned his atten-
HEISENBERG'S EYES 4S
tion to the scene across from the Central’s manicured niceties
building. It was strangely peace- seemed to him all tied up with
ful, at odds with the mood of the omnipresented triangles in-
Central as Allgood knew it. dicating pharmacy outlets where
Allgood realized that his access the Optimen might check their
to secret recordsand even to old enzyme prescriptions.
books gave him an uncommon “Are they taking a long time
knowledge about Central. The about it or is it just me?” Bou-
Optiman demesne reached across mour asked. His voice carried a
leagues of what had once been rumbling quality.
the political entities of Canada “Patience,” Igan said. A mel-
and northern United States. It low tenor there.
occupied a rough circle some “Yes,” Allgood said. “Patience
seven hundred kilometers in dia- is a man’s best ally.”
meter and with two hundred Boumour looked up at the Se-
levels below ground. It was a curity chief, studying, wondering.
region of multitudinous controls Allgood seldom spoke except for
— weather control, gene control, effect. He, not the Optimen, was
bacterial control, enzyme con- the conspiracy’s greatest threat.
trol. Human control. He was body and soul with his
masters,a super puppet. Why
n this little corner, the heart did he order us to accompany
I of Administration, the ground him today? Boumour wondered.
had been shaped into an Italian Does he know? Will he denounce
chiaroscuro landscape blacks— us?
and grays with touches of pas- There was a special ugliness
tels. The Optimen were people about Allgood that fascinated
who could barber a mountain at Boumour. The Security chief
a whim: A little off the top and was a stocky little Folk mere
leave the sideburns. Throughout with moon face and darting al-
Central, nature had been smooth- mond eyes, a dark bush of hair
ed over, robbed of her dangerous low on his forehead —
a Shang-
sharpness. Even when the Opti- cut by the look of his overt gene
men staged some natural display, markers.
it lacked an element of drama Allgood turned toward the
which was a general lack in their quarantine barrier, and with a
lives. sudden feeling of awakening
Allgood often wondered at this. Boumour realized the man’s ugli-
He had seen pre-Optiman films ness came from within. It was the
and recognized the differences. ugliness of fear, of created fear
46 GALAXY
and personal fear. The realization to fit his interpretation of Cen-
predictable one with great round It was always said with a touch
eyes, high cheeks and a flat nose of admiration and fear. Allgood
above a mouth which seemed al- knew that fear. He had worked
ways pulled into a thin line of for other ruling trios, but none
disapproval. Here was a danger- who had his measure as did
ous one. Some said he spoke of these three . . . especially Cala-
things which other Optimen pine.
could not. In Allgood’s presence, The throne base stopped with
Schruille had pnce said “death,” Nourse facing the open segment.
although referring to a butterfly. “You came,” he rumbled. “Of
Again, the base turned — and course you came. The ox knows
here was Calapine, her robe gir- its owner and the ass its master’s
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the hate of his childhood, before four hundred, Calapine,” he rasp-
it had become tempered by pity. ed.
It’d been a clean thing then, Nourse chuckled. “Ahead of
sharp and real, blazing against you stretch many more lovely
the Givers of Time. years if you serve us well,” he
said.
came as requested to It was the closest to a direct
’
^report on the Durants,” threat Allgood had ever heard
Allgood said. from an Optiman. They worked
He took two deep breaths to their wills by indirection, by eu-
calm his nerves. These sessions phamist subtlety. They worked
were always dangerous, but through meres who could face
doubly so since he’d decided on such concepts as death and kill-
a double game. There was no ing.
turning back, though, and no Who have they shaped to des-
wish to since he’d discovered the troyme? Allgood wondered.
doppelgangers of himself they “Many little tick-tock years,”
were growing. There could be Calapine said.
only one reason they’d duplicate “Enough!” Schruille growled.
him. Well, they’d learn. He detested these interviews
Calapine studied Allgood, won- with the underclasses, the way
dering if it might be time to seek Calapine baited the Folk. He
’
diversion with the ugly Folk swiveled his throne and now all
male. Perhaps here was an an- the Tuyere faced the open seg-
swer to boredom. Both Schruille ment. Schruille looked at his
and Nourse indulged. She seemed fingers, the ever youthful skin,
to recall having done that before and wondered why he had
with another Max, but couldn’t snapped that way. An enzymic
remember if it had helped her imbalance? The thought touch-
boredom. ed him with disquiet. He general-
“Say what it is we give you, ly held his silence during these
little Max,” she said. sessions — as a defense because
Her woman’s voice, soft and he tended to get sentimental
with laughter behind it, terrified about the pitiful meres and des-
him. Allgood swallowed. “You pise himself for it afterward.
give life, Calapine.” Boumour moved up beside All-
“Say how many lovely years good, “Does the Tuyere
said:
you have,” she ordered. wish now the report on the Dur-
Allgood found his throat con- ants?”
tained no moisture. “Almost Allgood stifled a feeling of
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rage at the interruption. Didn’t “Yes, Calapine,” Allgood said.
the fool know that the Optimen “Your agents did not see it,
must always appear to lead the yet we knew it had to be,” Cala-
interview? pine said. She turned to scan the
“The words and images of your instruments of the control center,
report have been seen, analyzed returned her attention to Allgood.
and put away,” Nourse rumbled. “Say now why this was.”
“Now it is the non-report that we Allgood sighed. “I have no ex-
wish.” cuses, Calapine. The men have
Non-report? Allgood asked been censured.”
himself. Does he think we’ve “Say now why the nurse acted
hidden something? thus,” Calapine ordered.
“Little Max,” Calapine said. Allgood wet his lips with his
“Have you bowed to our neces- tongue, glanced at Boumour and
sity and questioned the compu- Igan. They looked at the floor.
ter nurse under narcosis?” He looked back to Calapine, at
Here it comes. Allgood thought. her face shimmering within the
He took a deep breath, said “She : globe. “We were unable to dis-
has been questioned, Calapine.” cover her motives, Calapine.”
Igan took his place beside Bou- “Unable?” Nourse demanded.
mour, said: “There’s something “She . ahh
. . ceased to ex-
. . .
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and we’ll be blamed for it. Where asked. He watched carefully.
could she have learned the trick They’d been getting poorer mo-
oi stopping her own heart? Only dels lately, doppelganger degen-
Cyborgs are supposed to know eration.
and teach it, “We’ve already taken cellular
“Deliberate self-erasure?”
. . . matter, Nourse,” AUgood said,
Nourse asked. Even when seen “and are growing a duplicate. If
indirectly, the idea held terrify- we get a true copy, we’ll check
ing implications. the question of genetic flaw.”
“Max!” Calapine said. “Say “It is a pity the doppelganger
now if you used excessive . . . won’t have the original’s memo-
cruelty.” She leaned forward, ries,” Nourse said.
wondering why she wanted him “Pity of pities,” Calapine said.
to admit barbarity. She looked at Schruille. “Is this
“She suffered nothing, Cala- not true, Schruille?”
pine,” Allgood said. Schruille looked up at her v/ith-
out answering. Did she think she
alapine sat back disappointed. could bait him the way she did
Could he be lying? She read the meres?
her instruments; Calmness. He “This woman had a mate?”
wasn’t lying. Nourse asked.
“Pharmacist,” Nourse said. “Yes, Nourse,” Allgood said.
“Explain your opinion.” “Fertile union?”
“We examined her carefully,” “No, Nourse,” Allgood said.
Igan said. “It couldn’t have been “A Sterrie.”
the narcotics. There’s no way. .” . “Compensate the mat e,”
“Some of us think it was a Nourse said. “Another woman, a
genetic flaw,” Boumour said. bit of leisure. Let him think she
“There’s disagreement,” Igan was loyal to us.”
said. He glanced at Allgood, feel- Allgood nodded, said: “We are
ing the man’s disapproval. It had givinghim a woman, Nourse, who
to be done, though. The Optimen willkeep him under constant sur-
must be made to know disquiet. veillance.”
When they could be tricked into A trill of laughter escaped
acting emotionally, they made Calapine. “Why has no one men-
mistakes. The plan called for tioned this Potter, the genetic en-
them to make mistakes now. gineer?” she asked.
They must be put off balance — “I was coming to him, Cala-
subtly, delicately. pine,” Allgood said.
“Your opinion. Max?” Nourse “Has anyone examined the em-
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“I make a point,” Calapine inhabitants of Central seemed to
said. “Don’t interrupt my words know their way through the ara-
with male jokes. In your heart of besques of its roads and streets
hearts. Max, how do you feel by an instinct. The place defied
about me?” cartographers because the Opti-
“Ahhhh,” Nourse said. He nod- men were too subject to change
ded. and whim.
“I shall say it for you,” she “Igan!”
said as Allgood remained mute. It was Allgood calling from be-
“You worship me. Never forget hind them.
that. Max. You worship me.” She They turned, stood still, wait-
looked at Boumour and Igan, ing for him to catch up with
dismissed them with a wave of them.
her hand. Allgood planted himself in
Max Allgood lowered his eyes, front of them, hands on hips,
feeling the truth in her words. He said: “TeU me, do you worship
turned, and with the ecolytes her, too?”
flanking them, proceeded to lead “Don’t speak foolishness,”
Igan and Boumour out of the Boumour said.
hall. “No,” Allgood said. His eyes
As they emerged onto the appeared to be sunk in pockets
steps, the acolytes held back and above the high cheekbones. “I
the dropped. Igan and
barrier belong to no Folk cult, no breed-
Boumour turned left, noting a er congregation. How can I wor-
new building at the end of the ship her?”
long esplanade which fronted “But you do,” Igan said.
Administration. They saw its “Yes!”
machicolated walls, the openings “They are the real religion of
fitted with colored filters which our world,” Igan said. “You do
sent bursts of red, blue and green not have to belong to a cult or
light upon the surrounding air, carry a talisman to know this.
and they recognized that it block- Calapine merely told you that, if
ed the way they had intended to there is a conspiracy, those be-
take out of Central. A building longing to it are heretics.”
suddenly erected, another Opti- “Is that what she meant?”
man toy. They saw it and plan- “Of course.”
ned their steps accordingly with “And she must know what is
the automatic acceptance that done to heretics,” Allgood said.
marked them as regulars in the “Without a doubt,” Boumer
Optiman demesne. The meres and said.
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—
X to weigh on him. There was a
sense of something disastrous
Qvengaard had seen this build- about the place. Even though
ing in the tri-casts and enter- he suspected the source of the
tainment vids. He’d heard des- feeling, he couldn’t shake it off.
criptions of the Hall of Counsel It was all the Folk nonsense you
but actually to be standing here could never quite evade, he’d de-
at the quarantine wall with the cided. The Folk were a people
copper sheen of sunset over the for the most part without legends
hills across from it he’d never
. . .
or ancient myths except where
dreamed this could occur. such matters touched the Opti-
Elevator caps stood out like men. In the Folk memories. Cen-
plasmeld warts on the hillcock in tral and the Optimen were fixed
front of him. There were other with sinister omens compounded
low hills beyond with piled build- of awesome fear and adulation.
ings on them that could have Why did they summon me?
been mistaken for rock outcrop- Svengaard asked himself. The
pings. escort refused to say.
A lone woman passed him on They were stopped by thewall
the esplanade, pulling a ground- and waited now, silent, nervous.
effect cart filled with oddly Even the agent was nervous,
shaped bundles. Svengaard found Svengaard saw.
himself worried about what the Why did they summon me?
bundles might contain, but he The agent cleared his thread:
knew he dared not ask or show “Have all the protocol straight?”
undue curiosity. “I think so,” Svengaard said.
The red triangle of a phar- “Once you get into the hall,
macy outlet glowed on a pillar keep pace with the acolytes
beside him. He passed it, glanced who’ll escort you from there.
back at his escort. You’ll be interviewed by the
He had come halfway across Tuyere —Nourse, Shruille and
the continent in the tube with Calapine. Remember to use their
an entire car to himself except names when you address them
for the escort, an agent from T- individually. Use no such words
Security. Deep into Central as death or kill or die. Avoid the
they’d come, the gray-suited T- very concepts if you can. Let
Security agent always beside him. them lead the interview. Best not
Svengaard began climbing the to volunteer anything.”
steps. Svengaard took a trembling
Already Central was beginning breath.
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Have they brought me here to and he looked up at the Tuyere,
advance me? he wondered. That recognizing them through the
must be it. I’ve served my ap- —
power curtains Nourse in the
prenticeship under such men 'as center flanked by Calapine at
Potter and Igan. I’m being pro- left and Schruille.
moted to Central. “I came,” Svengaard said,
“And don’t say doctor,” the mouthing the greeting the agent
escort said. “Doctors are phar- had told him to use. He rubbed
macists or genetic engineers.” sweaty palms against his best
“I understand,” Svengaard tunic.
said. Nourse spoke with a rumbling
“Allgood wants a complete re- voice: “You are the genetic en-
port on the interview afterward,” gineer, Svengaard.”
the agent said. “Thei Svengaard, yes . . .
HEISENBERG'S EYES 57
“Yes, Nourse.” And Svengaard “I . she’d
. . Svengaard
. .
found his attention swinging to wet his lips with his tongue. What
Schruille, v/ho sat there brood- do they want? “We’d worked to-
ing and silent. gether for a number of years,
“Now then,” Calapine said, Calapine. I can’t say she was a
“you will be able to tell us what friend. We
worked together.”
it is Potter has concealed about “Did you examine the embryo
this genetic alteration.” after the operation?” Nourse
Svengaard found that he had asked.
lost his voice. He could only
shake his head. Qchruille sat up, stared at Sven-
“He concealed nothing?” ^ gaard.
Nourse asked. “Is that what you “No, Nourse,” Svengaard said.
say?” “My duties were to secure the
Svengaard nodded. vat, check life-support systems.”
“We mean you no harm, Thei He took a deep breath. Perhaps
Svengaard,” Calapine said. “You they were, only testing him after
may speak.” all. But such odd questions!
Svengaard swallowed, cleared “Say now if Potter is a special
his throat. “I . .
.” he said. “. . . friend,” Calapine ordered.
the question ... I saw nothing “He was one of my teachers,
. . concealed.” He fell silent,
. Calapine someone I’ve worked
then remebered he was supposed with on delicate genetic prob-
to use her name and said “Cala- : lems.”
pine,” just as Nourse started to “But not in your particular
speak. Nourse broke off, scowled. Nourse said.
circle,”
Calapine giggled. Svengaard shook his head.
Nourse said: “Yet you tell us Again he sensed menace.
you followed the genetic alter- He didn’t know what to expect.
ation.” Perhaps the great globe would
“I wasn’t on the micro-
. . . roll over, crush him, reduce his
scope with him every second,” body to scattered atoms. But no
Svengaard said. “Nourse. I . . . — the Optimen couldn’t do that.
uh the duties of the assistant
. . . He studied the three faces as
— instructions to the computer they becam eclear through the
nurse, keying the feeder tapes power curtains, seeking a sign.
and so on.” Clean, sterile faces. He could see
“Say now if the computer the genetic markers in their fea-
nurse was a special friend of tures —they might be any Ster-
yours,” Calapine ordered. ries of the Folk except for the
58 GALAXY
Optiman aura of mystery. Folk “One of the specialists,”
rumor said they were sterile by Nourse said.
choice, that they saw breeding as “One I know and respect,”
the beginning of death; but the Svengaard said. This time he
genetic clues of their features didn’t bother adding the Opti-
spoke otherwise to Svengaard. man’s name.
“Why did you call Potter on “Say now if you are angry,”
this particular problem?” Nourse Calapine ordered, and there was
asked. that musical quality in her voice.
Svengaard took a tight, quav- “I’m angry.”
ering breath, said: “He .the. . “Say why.”
embryo’s genetic configuration “Why am I here?” Svengaard
. . . near-Opt. Potter is familiar asked. “What kind of interroga-
with our hospital. He ... I have tion is this? Have I done some-
confidence in him; brilliant sur thing wrong? Am I to be cen-
. . genetic engineer.”
. sured?”
“Say now if you are friendly Nourse bent forward and
with any other of our pharma- placed his hands on his knees.
cists,” Calapine said. “You dare question us?”
“I work with them when they Svengaard stared at the Opti-
come to our facility,” Svengaard man. In spite of the tone of the
said. question, the square, heavy-
“Calapine,” Nourse supplied. boned face appeared reassuring,
A
trill of laughter shook her. calming. “I’ll do anything I can
A
dark flush spread up from to help you,” Svengaard said.
Svengaard’s collar. He began to “Anything. But how can I help
feel angry. What kind of test was or answer you when I don’t know
this? Couldn’t they do anything what you v/ant?”
but sit there, mocking, question- Calapine started to speak, but
ing? stopoed when Nourse raised his
Anger gave
Svengaard com- hand.
mand of his voice and he said; “Our most profound wish that
“I’m only head of genetic en- we could tell you,” Nourse said.
gineering at one facility, Nourse “But surely you know we can
— a lowly district engineer. I have no true discourse. How
handle routine cuttings. When could you understand what we
something requires a specialist, understand? Can a wooden bowl
I follow orders and call a special- contain sulphuric acid- You must
ist. Potter was the indicated spec- trust us. We seek what is best
ialist for this case.” for you.”
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XI ithelped clear his reason. He be-
gan to see the direction of their
\ sense of warmth and grati- curiosity, to sense their suspic-
tude permeated Sv.engaard. ions. Those were his suspicions
Of course he trusted them. They now. Potter had betrayed his
were the genetic apex of human- trust, had he? The business with
kind. And he reminded himself: the accidentally destroyed tape
They are the power that loves us had not been an accident. Very
and cares for us. well —the criminals would pay!
Svengaard sighed. “What do “You may go now,” Nourse
you wish of me?” said.
“You have answered all our “With our blessing,” Calapine
questions,” Nourse said. “Even said.
our non-questions are answered.” Svengaard bowled. And he
“Now, you will forget every- marked that Schruille had not
thing that has happened here be- spoken or moved during the en-
tween us,” Calapine said. “You tire interview. Svengaard won-
will repeat our conversation to dered why this fact, of itself,
no person.” should be a suddenly terrifying
Svengaard cleared his throat. thing. His knees trembled as he
“To no one Calapine?”
. . . turned, the acolytes flanking him
“No one.” with their smoking thuribles, and
“Max Allgood has asked that left the hall.
report to him on — I
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“It is said we walk the sharp “My cycle has plunged me into
edge of a knife,” Schruille said. dreadful monotony,” Schruille
“When you walk the knife, you said. “Is theresomething you can
must be careful how you place do about that?”
your feet.” Nourse looked at Schruille in
“What a disgusting idea,” the prismatic reflector. The
Calapine said. She turned to man’s voice with its suggestion of
Nourse. “Are you still hobbying a whine had grown increasingly
daVinci, dearest?” annoying of late. Nourse was be-
“His bmsh stroke,” Nourse ginning to regret that commun-
said. “A most exacting discipline. ity of tastes and bodily require-
I should have it in forty or fifty ments had thrown them togeth-
years. Soon at any rate.” er. Perhaps when the Tuyere’s
“Provided you’ve placed each service was done . . .
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—
Nourse said. “We
“Efficiency,” Too much that was painful an i
T
tion
he place was a pumping
tion for the salvage reclama-
system of Seatac megalop-
sta- the Parents Underground. The
smell of hydrocarbons filled the
air around them. Lizbeth sniffed.
olis. It lay at the eleven hundred Her silent conversation through
foot level on the spur line that their clasped hands carried over-
sent byproduct irrigation water tones of tension. Harvey worked
into Grand Coulee system. A to reassure her.
four-story box of sampling pipes, “It’s probably our Glisson
computer consoles and access cat- we’re to see,” he said.
walks aglow with force-buoyed “There could be other Cyborgs
lights, it throbbed to the pulse of with the same name,” she said.
the giant turbines it controlled. “Not likely.”
The Durants had come down He urged her out onto the cat-
through the personnel tubes dur- walk, past a hover light. They
HEISENBERG'S EYES 63
took a left branching past two in its gray coveralls, plugged the
workmen reading pitot gauges, cables into the computer wall.
odd shadows creat-
their faces in Harvey brought his attention
ed by the lights from below. up to the square, deeply seamed
Lizbeth felt the lonely expos- face and the light gray eyes with
ure of their position, signaled: their stare of blank directness,
“How can we be sure they aren’t that coldly measured observation
watching us here?” which was a trademark of the
“This must be one of our Cyborg.
places,” said. “You know.”
he “Glisson,” Harvey said. “You
“How can it be?” summoned us?”
“Route the scanners through “I summoned you,” the Cyborg
editing computers,” he said. “The said. “It has been many years,
Opts see only what we want them Durant. Do you still fear us? I
to see then.” see that you do. You are late.”
“It’s dangerous to feel sure of “We’re unfamiliar with this
such things,” she said. Then; area,” Harvey said.
“Why have they summoned us?” “We came carefully;” Lizbeth
“We’ll know in a few minutes,” said.
he said. “Then I taught you well.”
The walk led through a dust- Glisson said. “You are reason-
excluding lock port into a tool ably good pupils.”
bunker, gray walls punctured by Through their clasped hands,
outlets for transmission tubes, the Lizbeth signaled: “They’re so
inevitable computer controls hard to read, but something’s
blinking, ticking, chuckling, whir- wrong.” She averted her eyes
ring. The place smelled of a from the Cyborg, chilled by the
sweet oil. weighted stare. No matter how
As the port clanged shut be- she tried to think of them as flesh
hind the Durants, a figure came and blood, her mind could never
from their left and sat on a pad- evade the knowledge that such
ded bench across from them. bodies contained miniaturized
computers linked directly to the
^T'he Durants stared silently, brain, that the arms were not
recognizing and repelled by arms but prosthetic tools and
the recognition. The figure’s out- weapons. And the voice such a —
line suggested neither man nor clipped-off unemotional quality.
woman. Itlooked planted there “You should not fear us, Ma-
in the seat, and as they watched, dame,” Glisson said. “Unless you
it pulled thin cables from pockets are not Lizbeth Durant.”
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Harvey failed to repress the Glisson did not feel fatigue.
snap of anger, said: “Don’t talk Harvey urged Lizbeth to the
to her that way! You don’t own bench. They sat as he signaled:
us.” Caution. Glisson’s maneuvering
“What is the first lesson I us. Something’s being hidden.”
taught you after you were re-
cruited?” Glisson asked. j^lisson turned slightly to face
Harvey brought himself under them, said: “A verbal, fac-
control, forced a rueful smile on- tual, complete report. Leave out
to his mouth. “To hold our tem- nothing, no matter how trivial it
pers,” he said. Lizbeth’s hand may seem to you. I have limitless
continued to tremble in his. capacity for data.”
“That lesson you did not learn They began recounting what
well,” Glisson said. “I overlook they had observed of the genetic
your fallibility.” operation, taking up from each
Through their hands, Lizbeth other on cue without a break as
signaled “It was prepared for
: good couriers were taught to do.
violence against us.” Harvey experienced the odd feel-
Harvey acknowledged. ing during the recital that he and
“First,” Glisson said, “you will Lizbeth became part of the Cy-
report on the genetic operation.” borg’s mechanism. Questions
There was a pause while the Cy- came so mechanically from Glis-
borg changed its jacked connec- son’s lips. Their answers felt so
tions to the computer wall. “Do He had to keep remind-
clinical.
not be distracted by my work, ing himself: This is our son we
I distribute tools —thus.” It in- discuss.
dicated the bunker, “this space, Presently, Glisson said: “There
which appears on their screens seems no doubt we’ve another
as a chamber filled with tools, self-viable. Your evidence vir-
will never be investigated.” tually completes the picture. We
A bench slid from the wall to have other data, you know.”
the Durants’ right. “If you are “I didn’t know the surgeon
fatigued, sit,” Glisson said. The was one of us,” Lizbeth said.
Cyborg indicated its cable link- There was a pause while Glis-
age to the wall computer. “I sit son’s eyes went even blanker
only that I may carry on the than usual. The Durants felt they
work of this space while we could almost see the esoteric for-
speak.” The Cyborg smiled, a mulae flitting through Glisson’s
stiff rictus to signify that the thinking-banks. It was said the
Durants must realize such as Cyborgs composed most of their
HEISENBERG'S EYES 65
thoughts only in higher math, a Cyborg. The clipped voice said
translating to common language “We would require a complete
as it suited them. tape record, including the enzy-
“The surgeon was not one of mic data even to guess. The tape
us,” Glisson said. “But he soon is gone. Only the surgeon knows
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”
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Glisson left by the lock port “Unreasonable? Look at me!
and it sealed with a heavy thump. They can take a piece of my skin
and grow an identical copy. Me!
XIII Identical! Howdo you know I’m
me? How do you know I’m the
tt^'T^hey’re as bad as the Op- original me? How do I know?”
*' timen,” Lizbeth signaled. He gripped her free arm and
“The day will come when we’re for a moment had no words. Pres-
free of both them and the Opts,” ently, he forced himself to relax,
Harvey said. shook his head. “You’re you,
“It’llnever happen,” she said. Liz. You’re not flesh grown from
“Don’t say that!” he ordered. a cell. You’re ... all the things
“If only we knew a friendly we’ve shared . and been
. . . . .
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“One of us? They wouldn’t!” thing. The significance of the ir -
“Nature, then,” he said. “Na- terview at Central hadn’t escaped
ture asserting itself in the interest him. The Optimen wouldn’t like
of Man.” this. But he had to look in that
“Sometimes you sound like a vat.
cultist!” He paused in the darkness of
“It isn’t the Cyborgs,” he said. the vat room, stood there near
“We know that.” the door, realizing with a sense
“Glisson said it was benefic- of detachment that he had never
ent.” before been in here without the
“But it’s genetic shaping. full blaze of lights. There were
That’s blasphemy to them. Physi- only the glow bulbs behind
cal alteration of the bioframe, gauges and telltales now ^faint —
that’s their way.” dots and circles of luminescence
“Like Glisson,” she said. “That by which to orient himself.
robot with flesh.” Again, she The thrap-thrap-thrap of via-
pressed her cheek against him. pumps created an odd contra-
“That’s what I fear —
they’ll do puntal rhythm w'hich filled the
that to our son our sons.”
. . . gloom with a sense of urgency.
“The courier service outnum- Svengaard imagined all the em-
bers the Cyborgs a hundred to bryos in there (twenty-one at the
one,” he said. “As long as we morning count) their cells reach-
.stick together, we’ll win.” ing out, doubling and redoubling
“But we’re just flesh,” she said, in the strange ecstasy of growth
“and so weak.” — becoming unique, distinct, dis-
“And we can do something all crete individuals.
those Sterries together can’t do,” Not for them the contraceptive
he reminded her. “We can per- gas that permeated Folk breath-
petuate our own kind.” ing spaces. Not yet. Now, they
“What does it matter?” she could grow almost as their an-
asked. “Optimen never die.” cestors had grown before the
genetic engineers.
tcQvengaard waited for night Svengaard sniffed.
^
and checked the area His nostrils, instinctively alert-
through the observation screens ed by the darkness, sensed the
in his office before goingdown to amniotic saltiness of the air.
the vat room. In spite of the fact From its odor, this room could
that this was his hospital and he almost have been a primal sea-
had a perfect right here, he was shore with life burgeoning in its
conscious of doing a forbidden ooze.
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:
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this.How could the ADP-ATP at the wall to his left brought him
exchange system carry no hint of whirling around. The vat room’s
Optiman? The cut wouldn’t make emergency computer panel had
this much difference. come to life, tapes beginning to
Abruptly, Svengaard sent his turn, lights winking. A read-out
probes down into the sex identi- board clattered.
fiers, scanned the overlapping he- But there was no operator!
lices. Svengaard whirled to run from
Female! the room, collided with a blocky,
He straightened, checked num- unmoving shape. Arms and hand::
ber and tag. “Fifteen. Durant.” gripped him with unmerciful
Svengaard bent to the inspec- pressure and he saw beyond his
tion chart, read it in the gauge captor, a section of the vat room
glow. It showed the duty nurse’s wall open with dim light there
notations for the eighty-first and movement.
hour. He glanced at his watch: Then darkness exploded in his
still twenty minutes before she skull.
made the eighty-second hour
check. XIV
The Durant embryo could not
possibly be female, he thought. geatac Hospital’s new compu-
Not from Potter’s operation. ^ ter nurse got Max Allgood on
Someone had switched em- the phone after only a short de-
bryos, he realized. One embryo lay while Security traced him.
would activate the vat’s life-sys- Allgood’s eyes appeared sunken.
tem responses much like another. His mouth was pulled into a
Without microscopic examina- thin line.
tion, the change couldn’t be de- “Yes?” he said. “Oh, it’s you.”
tected. “Something important’s come
Who? up,” she said. “Svengaard’s in
In Svengaard’s mind, the most the vat room examining the Du-
likely candidateswere the Opti- rant embryo under microscope.”
men. They’d removed the Du- Allgood rolled his eyes. “Oh,
rant embryo to a safe place and for the love of ... Is that why
left a substitute. you got me out of ... is that
Why? why you called me?”
Bait, he thought. Bait. “But there was a noise and you
Who are they trying to catch? said . .
.”
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bed her clothing and ran out the “But if anybody sees us .
.”
.
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vitation? Potter asked himself. wore away — in their time.
Certainly it wasn’t for the veiled Regenerative plasmeld was the
promises of extended life and thing. It stood unmoved and un-
instant knowledge. There were moving for all time.
Cyborgs behind this, of course, The guide slowed as they
and he suspected this guide might reached the open air. Potter
be one of them. Most of the Op- noted a faint smell of chemicals
timen and Servant Uppers tended about the man, oily sweetness,
to discount the Folk rumors that and a tiny scar running diagonal-
Cyborgs did exist, but Potter had ly down the back of his neck
never joined the cynics and scof- into his collar.
fers. He could no more explain Why didn’t he try to black-
why than he could explain his mail me into coming? Potter
presence here in this alley-cave wondered. Could he be that sure?
walking between dark plasmeld Could ^anyone know me that well?
walls illuminated by the ghost “We have a job for you,” the
flicker of overhead glowtubes. guide had said. “An operation
Potter suspected he had at last you must perform.”
rebelled against one of the three Curiosity is my weakness. Pot-
curses of their age —modera- ter thought. That’s why I’m here.
tion, drugs and alcohol. Narco- The guide put a hand on Pot-
pleasures and alcohol had tempt- ter’s arm, said: “Stop. Wait.”
ed him in their time . and
.
".
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Potter shrugged. arginine flooding. I could dupli-
His mind veered back to the cate that myself on the basis of
first encounter with this crea- Sven’s description. Gods! We
ture. How could they know what could make billions of Durant
I achieved with that embryo? It embryos! And every one of them
must be the computer nurse. self -viable!
She’s one of them. He took a deep breath, dis-
The guide had refused to say. mayed by the realization that —
I came because I hoped they with the record tape erased —
could help me solve the mystery his memory might be the only
of the Durant embryo, he container of that entire operation
thought. They were the source and its implications. Svengaard
of the arginine intrusion — thafs and the computer nurse could
what I suspect. have only part of it. They hadn’t
He thought of Svengaard’s been in there, immersed in the
description —a contrail-like in- heart of the cell.
trusion. It had deposited arginine- A brilliant surgeon might de-
rich sperm protamine through duce what had happened and be
the coiled alpha-helices of the able to reproduce the operation
embryo’s cells. Then had come from the partial records, but only
the operation — the cysteine if he were to set the problem.
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Potter turned, looked at the alley leading a file a children
door. Two men carrying paper- across between him and the bolt
wrapped parcels emerged from hole.
the alley in front of it, hurried Potter’s shocked senses took in
around the square opposite them. the scene — children, all diessed
The guide ignored them. Potter in tight shorts that revealed their
heard a babble of young voices They were all
long flamingo legs.
growing louder in the alley. But around him suddenly and he was
the guide did not pay any at- bulling his way through toward
tention to these either. the door.
“Inside that building, you will Behind him, someone scream-
take the first door on your left,” ed.
he said. “You will see a woman Potter lurched against the door,
there operating a voicebox. You found the handle, turned and
will say to her ‘My shoe pinches.’
: looked back.
She will say: ‘Everyone has trou- His guide had gone around to
bles.’ She will take care of you the opposite side of die fountain
from there.” which concealed him now from
Potter found his voice; “What what remain-
the v/aist down, but
am I supposed to do if she’s not ed visible was enough to make
there?” Potter gasp and freeze. The man’s
“Then go through the door be- chest was bare, revealing a single
hind her desk and out through milky white dome from which
the adjoining office into a rear blazed a searing light.
hall. Turn left and go to the rear Potter turned left and saw a
of the building. You will find line of men emerging from an-
there a man in a loader super- other alley to be crisped and
visor’s uniform, striped gray and burned down by that sear-
black. When you find him, you ing light. The children were
will repeat the procedure with shouting, crying, falling back in-
him.” to the alley from which they had
“What about you?” Potter emerged, but Potter ignored
asked. them, fascinated by this slaught-
“That is not your concern. er-machine which he’d thought
Quickly, now!” was a human being.
The guide gave him a push One of the guide’s arms lifted,
that sent him hurtling forward. pointed overhead. From the ex-
Potter stumbled toward the tended fingers, lancets of searing
door just as a woman in a teach- blue stabbed upward. Where the
er’s uniform emerged from the light terminated, aircars tumbled
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from the sky. The air all around think my escort has just been
had become an ozone-crackling killed.”
inferno punctuated by explosions, She stepped aside, said: “In
screams, hoarse shouts. here.”
Potter stood there watching, Potter lurched past her into
unable to move, forgetful of his an office with lines of empty
instructions or the door or his desks. His mind was a turmoil.
hand upon the door’s handle. He felt shaken to his roots by
Return fire was coming now the implications of the violence
at the guide. His clothing shrivel- he had just witnessed.
ed, vanished in smoke to reveal The woman took his arm,
an armored body with muscles herded him toward another door.
that had to be plasmeld fibers. “Through here,” she said. “We’ll
The ravening beams continued have to go into the service tubes.
to blaze from his hands and That’s the only way. They’ll have
chest. this place surrounded in min-
utes.”
potter found he no longer could Potter stopped, figuratively
bear to watch. He wrenched dug in his heels. He hadn’t
the door open, stumbled through counted on violence. He didn’t
into the relative gloom of a yel- know what he had expected, but
low-walled foyer. He slammed not that.
the door behind him as an explo- “Where’re we going?” he de-
sion rocked the building. The manded. “Why do you want me?”
door rattled. “Don’t you know?” she asked.
On his left, a door v/as flung “He never said.”
. . .
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Potter allowed himself to be her companions hateful. In here.
herded through the door. Time settled into more of a con-
tinuous blur without days or
XVI nights. Every companion she had
ever known grew to be the same
I'll the control center, their Sur- companion, merged, endlessly
vey Globe, the Tuyere occu- merged.
pied the thrones on the pivoting “Once more have studied I
triangle, reviewing data and re- the protein synthesis tape on the
viewing data —
correlating, de- Durant embryo,” Nourse said.
ducing, commanding. The 120- He glanced at Calapine in the
degree scan of curved wall avail- reflector beside his head, drum-
able to each of them flashed with med the arm of his throne with
data in numerous modes pic- — fingersthat moved back and
torially in the spying screens, as forthon the carved plasmeld.
probability function in mathema- “Something we’ve missed,
tical read-outs, as depth-module something we’ve missed,” Cala-
decision analogues, as superior/ pine mocked. She looked at
inferior unit apportionments pic- Schruille, caught him rubbing his
tured in free-flowing pyramids, hands along his robe at his thighs,
as visual reports reduced to a motion that seemed filled with
cubed grids of binaries according stark betrayal of nervousness.
to relative values, as motivational “Now it happens I’ve discover-
curves weighted for action/ reac- ed the thing we missed,” Nourse
tion and presented in flowing said.
green lines . . . A movement of Schruille’s
In the upper quadrants, scan- head caught Nourse’s attention.
ner eyes glittered to show how He turned. For a moment, they
many of the Optimen were sit- stared at each other in the prisms.
ting-inon the globe’s activity — Nourse found it interesting that
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chruille stared at him. eyes —
the Actionists seeing
“You deduce this from the events as a new demand upon
embryo’s tape?” Calapine asked. their talents, not realizing what
“Eh? Oh . . . no, of course violence might be unleashed
not.” here; the Emotionals, fearful and
“Then what is it you’ve dis- complaining, rendered almost in-
covered?” effective by guilt feelings; the
“Yes. Well ... it seems rather Cynics, interested by the new
obvious now that the operation game (most of the watchers,
Potter performed may be repeat- Schruille felt, were Cynics) the ;
HEISENBERG'S EYES 81
“Why does he delay his an- said. He measured out his words
swer?” Schruille asked. “I . . . will . . . see . . . this
“It’s because he worships us,” . . . violence.” He looked at All-
Calapine said. good. “Max?”
“Worship is a product of fear,” Allgood swallowed. This was
Schruille said. “Perhaps there’s a development he had not antici-
something he wishes to show us, pated.
a projection or an evidential sub- “It happened,” Nourse said.
datum. Is that it. Max?” “We know that, Schruille.”
“Of
course it happened,”
TV /Tax Allgood stared out of the Schruille said. “I saw the mark
screen, looking from one to where it was edited out of our
the other. They’d gotten tied up channels. Violence. Now I wish
in that lost-time sense again, the to bypass the safety valve which
endless word play and disregard protects our sensitivities.” He
for Time in the quest for data, snorted. “Sensitivities!”
data, data — that side effect of Nourse stared at him, noting
endless life, the supra -involve- that all traces of a whine had
ment in trivia. This time, he gone from Schruille’s voice.
hoped it would go on forever. Schruille looked up at the scan-
“Where is Potter?” Nourse de- ners, saw that many were wink-
manded. ing off. He was disgusting even
Allgood swallowed. “Potter has the Cynics, no doubt, A few re-
. . .temporarily eluded us.” He mained, though.
knew better than to lie or evade. Will they stay through to the
“Eluded?” Schruille asked. end? he wondered.
“How?” Nourse asked. “Show the violence. Max,”
“There was violence,” All-
. . . Schruille ordered.
good said. Allgood shrugged.
“Show us this violence,” Schru- Nourse swiveled his throne
ille said. around, putting his back to the
“No,” Calapine said. “I will screen. Calapine put her hands
take Max’s word for it.” over her eyes.
“Do you doubt Max?” Nourse “As you command,” Allgood
a.sked. said. His face vanished from the
“No doubts,” Schruille said. screen, was replaced by a high
“But I willsee this violence.” view looking down into a tiny
“How can you?” Calapine square between windowless build-
asked. ings. Two tiny figures walked
“Leave if you wish,” Schruille around a fountain in the square.
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They stopped and a close-up Again the scene came alive
showed the faces —
Potter and from a different angle and this
an unknown, a strange looking time from very high. The action
man with frighteningly cold eyes. in the plasmeld canyon was re-
Again the long view. Two other duced to a movement of midges,
men were emerging from an but there was no difficulty in
alley carrying paper-wrapped finding the center of violence.
packages. Behind them trooped Lancets of blazing light leaped
a file of children with an adult upward from a lurching figure in
monitor in teacher’s uniform. the square. Aircars exploded and
Abruptly Potter was lurching, fell from the sky in pieces.
pushing through the children. His One Security vehicle plummet-
companion was running the other ed in behind the Cyborg. A puls-
way around the fountain. ing beam of coherent light emerg-
Schruille risked a glance at ed from it to cut a smoking
Calapine, caught her peeking be- furrow down the side of a build
tween her fingers. ing. The Cyborg whirled, lifted
a hand from which a blinding
li shrill, piercing cry from the blue finger seemed to extend in-
screen brought his attention to infinity. The finger met the
jerking back. diving car, split it in half. One
Potter’s companion had be- half hit a building, ricocheted
come a thing of horror, clothing and smashed into the Cyborg.
fallen away, a milky bulb arising A ball of yellow brilliance took
from his chest to flare with bril- shape in the square. In a sec-
liant light. ond, a reverberating explosion
The screen went blank, came shook the scene.
alive again to a view from a Schruille looked up to find tlie
slightly different angle. nSrr'io of watching scanners com-
HEISENBERG'S EYES 83
“Interesting?” Nourse asked. Nourse stared at him, wide-
“It is called warfare,” Schruille eyed, drinking the words.
said. “And we,” Schruille said, “we
had forgotten how to be
A llgood’s face reappeared on thoroughly brutal.”
^ the screen, looking up at “Faaahl” Nourse barked.
them with a veiled intensity. “If you injure a man with a
He’s naturally curious at our weapon,” Schruille said, “which
reaction, Schruille thought. is the responsible party the —
“Do you know of our weapons. weapon or the one who wields
Max?” Schruille asked. it?”
“This talk of weapons and vio- “Explain yourself,” Calapine
lence disgusts me,” Nourse said. whispered.
“What is the good of this?” ^hruille pointed to Allgood in
“Why do we have weapons if the screen. “There is our wea-
they were not intended for use?” pon. We’ve wielded it times with-
Schruille asked. “Do you know out number until it learned to
the answer. Max?” wield itself. We’ve not forgotten
“I know of your weapons,” All- how to be brutal, we’ve merely
good said. “They are the ultimate forgotten that we are brutal.”
safeguard for your persons.” “What rot!” Nourse said.
“Of course we have weapons!” “Look,” Schruille said. He
Nourse shouted. “But why must pointed up to the watching scan-
we . . ners, every one of them alive.
“Nourse, you demean your- “There’s my evidence,” Schruille
self,” Calapine said. said. “When have so many watch-
Nourse pushed himself back in ed in the globe?”
his throne, hands gripping the A few of the lights began to
arms. Demean myself! wink out, but came back as the
“Let us review this new de- channels were taken over by
velopment,” Schruille said. “Cy- other watchers.
borgs we knew existed. They Allgood watching from the
have eluded us consistently. screen felt the thrill of complete
Thus, they control computer edit- fascination. A tight sensation in
ing channels and have sympathy his chest prevented deep breaths,
among the Folk. Thus, we see, but he ignored it. The Optimen
they have an Action Arm which facing violence! After a lifetime
can sacrifice ... I say sacrifice playing with euphemisms. All-
a member fcff the good of the good found the thought of this
whole.” almost unacceptable. It had teen
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so swift.But then these were the Qchruille busied himself with
live-forevers, the people who the controls in the arm of his
could not fail. He wondered then throne.
at the thoughts which raced “What’re you doing?” Nourse
through their minds. demanded and he heard the petu-
Schruille, the usually silent lance in his own voice, despising
and watchful, looked down at it.
TO BE CONCLUDED
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EARTHBLOOD
He was an outcastamong the alien hordes of the galaxy
because he was pure-bred Man!
HEISENBERG'S EYES 85
”
86
He heard the lieutenant whis- but quite slowly, having no mus-
and knew why.
tle softly, cles as such, and so guides its
T Man
he S-2,
of
like
War
the Portugese
of Earth’s seas,
a near-perfect conductor of elec-
tricity, having a resistance close
consists of a jelly-like body from to zero at all temperatures. Fi-
which sprouts a sail that reacts nally, the material shimmers
to the pressure of light. The or- rainbowlike under radiation of
ganism apparently lives by in- every wavelength, from cosmic
gesting cosmic dust much as rays to the longest members of
whales utilize plankton. It can the AM band. Whether for the
furl or twist its sail something— most precise instruments or tlie
never observed, but inferred — gowns of multimillionaire worn-
PRICELESS POSSESSION 87
en, the fabric is so much in de- arret had been studying the
mand, and so scarce, that the image on the screen, his pale,
price must be set by public glittering eyes a glacial blue.
auction. “You’re right, by God — I
in the laboratory failed; and it is ute! Luis, do you know what that
thought that the missing factor lovely beastie out there means to
may be time. It might take an us?”
S-2 a thousand years to grow its The lieutenant knew what it
der the rays of many classes of over age in grade, and soon to
stars, hard vacuum of
in the be retired on the usual pittance.
space — and
such conditions A first-rate fighting man, brave,
aren’t to be simulated in any quick-witted and up to every
laboratory. dirty dodge of battle, it was only
his lack of self-control that kept
The note of excitement in Al-
varez’ voice was now accounted him from climbing. Thick-set,
for. Aside from the basic drama blocky, with hot, intolerant eyes,
of the find, the boy saw barriers he always preferred a blow to a
dropping in all directions. He word: tops in a messy brawl, but
saw, too, in his mind’s eye, the never seeing more than ten min-
lovely face of Julia Marlowe, utes ahead.
whose father was a senior mem- “Do I?” the ensign replied to
ber of the Galactic Council, and Garret’s question. “It means
not likely to let his daughter about a million credits, at least —
marry a penniless ensign. She a three-way split. If the captain
was fond enough of the boy, ap- lives,” he added quickly. “And
proving his darkly handsome face then I can ask Julia to marry
and muscular body; but she spent me.”
more on cosmetics and perfume “Good for you,” the lieutenant
than he earned. She was beauti- said, only half-hearing. He was
ful, gay, generous and sweet, but thinking what his own share
there was plenty of her father’s would do. No more worry about
iron in the girl, and she would living on his retirement pay, or
never settle down to live on love taking some job that exploited
his former rank and cluster of
alone.
decorations. A life of luxury was
But now that he was about to
now the prognosis: wine, women
be one-third owner of a huge S-2
sail . . .
— he could do without song; the
rustle of large denomination bills
88 GALAXY
was the most musical sound of fine. Kill or cure, the medicos
all. said, and they were right. He’d
“Well,” Alvarez said, grinning be dead without it — you saw
hugely. “What are we waiting how bad he was.”
for? They say a laser beam in “This is a lucky day all
that big bluish spot just off cen- around,” the lieutenant said.
ter kills the thing dead. And no “One quickie course in Medical
risk of hurting the sail as if — Techniques, and you save the
anything could.” skipper’s life; not bad. Well, put
“Right. Move in now. We the ship on auto again, and let’s
should be within range in an go. This news ought to complete
hour. The first in fourteen years,”
the cure.”
he murmured gloatingly. “They
When they came in. Captain
may be practically extinct, even
Ling was struggling to a sitting
with the few taken. Or bunched
position; his eyes were feverishly
up in some other galaxy; the ones
captured here might be real bright, and he panted.
hell —
too far off. Anyhow, it was telling
if this doesn’t net us twice
a friend. ‘I’m going to die soon;
that at the auction, I’ll eat the
the Killers are near, and must
jelly part — no bread!” have detected me. We can’t com-
The manipulated the
ensign municate with them, and they
controls,and the ship began to always destroy us; I don’t know
converge on the S-2. Then the why. Good-by —
” I didn’t get
captain’s voice, weak but lucid, the other’s name, if it has one. It
came over the intercom. was so far away
another gal-
. . .
Not that it could; you move human — not like us; just a
infoimnaition
BY WILLY LEY
BROWNIAN mmi
LOSCHMIDT’S NUMBER
and the
LAWS of UTTER CHAOS
'T'elegraph, telephone, radio,
Kodak and Telstar have it
in common thatthey are coined
words, invented for the purpose
of naming something that did not
exist before, and most people
know that they are coined words.
94
—
But few are aware that the or 1840 would then have started
word “gas” is a coined word too, an investigation into what the
which differs from the others plant had “eaten” during those
mainly in being much older, five years; the actual van Hel-
about three hundred and fifty mont concluded that the water
years by now. No precise figure had “hardened” into wood and
can be given because it is not leaves and quickly retrogressed
known when it was coined. But to early Greek philosophical
we do know who coined it, name- speculation.
ly the Flemish physician and ex- But the tree-growing experi-
perimenter Jan Baptista van ment was a side-issue. One of the
Helmont. He was born in Brus- investigations carried out by van
sels, probably in 1577 and died Helmont dealt with a gas formed
at Vilvoorde, not far from his when wood was burned (our
birthplace, probably in 1644. CO 2 ) and he came to the con-
If Jan Baptista van Helmont clusion that this was something
had lived a century or two later, different from air, though similar
he would have been a greater in many respects. Since Ihe nor-
scientist than he managed to be mal vocabulary had words only
in his time. Van Helmont was a for solid and liquid substances
man of original ideas who made but lacked a word for substances
experiments never before per- like air, he coined the word “gas”,
formed, but he was handicapped from the Greek chaos the orig-
by the general lack of chemical inal meaning of which is “un-
and physical knowledge of his formed”.
time. One of van Helmont’s orig- At first the wotxi gas was
inal experiments —he is half- jok- meant to be used for gases other
ingly referred to as the “father than air (which, of course, was
of hydroponics” because of it assumed to be homogeneous) but
was to plant a small willow tree soon air was included. Unfortun-
in a soil-filled tub. The soil had ately at a later date, say from
been carefully weighed before it 1750 until well into the nine-
was placed in the tub and noth- teenth century, English-writing
ing was ever added to it but plain authors fell into the habit of
water. Five years later the tree writing “air” where we would
had gained 164 pounds but the say “gas”. Joseph Black called
soil had lost only two ounces carbon dioxide “fixed air”, Henry
at least that is how van Hel- Cavendish called hydrogen
mont’s figures translate into our “flammable air” and others re-
system. A van Helmont of 1740 ferred to nitrogen as “dephlogis-
ton up the tube, the water rose Evidently air pressure was
in the tube. It could not stay be- equivalent to the weight of 30
hind, because in doing so a vac- inches of mercury and the empty
uum would have been created space above the mercury in the
and since Nature did not permit tube had to be that impossibility
a. vacuum to exist, the water had a vacuum.
to follow the piston. It is called a Torricellian vac-
But ordinary engineering ex- uum to this day, even though it
98 GALAXY
than the air pressure in the low- ed. Otto von Guericke carefully
lands. Pascal lived in the Au- studied air pressure and when,
vergne and there was a mountain on December 5, 1660 he found
handy: the Puy-de-Dome. Since that the air pressure was unus-
he was chronically sick the idea ually low he predicted a storm
of climbing a mountain did not which promptly happened the
—
appeal to him though the exer- following day.
cise might have done him a lot
of good —
and he charged his "D obert Boyle, bom in Decem-
younger brother-in-law, one ber 1627 at Lismore Castle,
Monsieur Perier, with the task Ireland, was one of the many
of carrying a Torricellian tube children of the Earl of Cork. He
to the peak of the mountain. was just thirty years old when
This was done in 1646 and it was he heard of von Guericke’s air
found that the air pressure on pump. He and his assistant, a
top of the Puy-de-Dome (its then twenty-two year old young
height is 4790 feet) was ac- man by the name of Robert
tually less by about six inches Hooke who later became Secre-
than at its foot. Knowing this tary of the Royal Society, tried
one could try to calculate the to build a pump like von Guer-
depth of the air ocean, or the icke’s and ended up with a bet-
height of the atmosphere and it ter one.
was Dr. Ekimond Halley in Eng- Boyle knew, of course, that air
land who was one of the first to can be compressed and he was
try to do so, proclaiming a three- interested in the relationship be-
layered atmosphere with a total tween volume and pressure. To
height of 45 miles. find out he built a kind of adap-
One man who was much in- tation of Torricelli’s tube, a tube
trigued by these findings was in which gas could be com-
Otto von Guericke (1602-1686), pressed by the weight of mercury.
Burgomaster of the city of If he started out with a given
Magdeburg. Intent on producing volume of air and then doubled
a vacuum he invented an air the amount of mercury the air
pump and in 1654, in Regens- was compressed to half its orig-
burg, he gave the spectacular inal volume.
demonstration consisting of two As he put it in an appendix to
teams of horses trying to pull his original publication (1662):
apart a metallic sphere, consist-
ing of two hemispheres, from “It is evident, that as common
v/hich the air had been evacuat- air, when reduced to half its
wonted extent, obtained near about pression of the included air, have
twice as forcible a spring as it made it counterbalance the pressure
had before; so this thus comprest of a far taller and heavier cylinder
air being further thrust into this of mercury.”
narrow room, obtained thereby a
spring about as strong again as What later became known as
that it last had, and consequently
“Boyle’s law” was simply the
four times as strong as that of the
fact that tripling the pressure re-
common air. And their is no cause
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sion: the air must consist of dis- ticles. A solid,like lead, or a
crete particles with a vacuum be- liquid, like water, did not seem
tween them. If you exerted pres- to consist of separate particles
sure you forced the particles to since they could not be com-
be closer to each other. pressed. For a while, even after
With all his experiments Mariotte, nobody noticed that a
about the “spring” of compressed red-hot iron bar had a larger
air, Boyle lost sight of his orig- volume than a cold one.
inal idea, namely to see whether The next chapter in the his-
a mercury column more than 30 tory of the gases is purely chem-
inches in height would be coun- ical. Jan Baptista van Helmont
terbalanced. And he never gave had discovered carbon dioxide, a
a single thought to temperature. gas other than air. Hydrogen was
It was the French physicist the next gas to be discovered.
Edme Mariotte who realized that That there is a “flammable air”
Boyle’s law held strictly true is first mentioned in the works
only if the temperature of the of aFrenchman named Turquet
air did not change. Mariotte had —
de Mayerne in the posthumous
learned that a volume of air edition of his work, published in
expanded if the temperature in- 1702. But the early investigator
creased and shrank if the tem- —
of hydrogen though he cannot
—
perature decreased a discovery be called its discoverer was —
which finally led to the produc- Henry Cavendish. He was bom
tion of liquefied gases with all in Nice on the Rivieria in 1731
their numerous applications. As because his mother. Lady Anne
may be expected, Boyle’s law, in Cavendish, had gone there for her
French textbooks, is “Mariotte’s health. Henry Cavendish attend-
law”, and I am voting on the ed Cambridge University, but
side of the French. without obtaining a degree; he
was interested in knowledge, not
ir)y the year 1700, then, had He was
^ it
tor of the hydrogen-filled bal- have lost all of its energy, not its
loon, had discovered in 1787 that volume, and that this temper-
gases shrank at a definite rate ature should be used as a start-
when cooled. For each degree ing point for a temperature scale
centigrade of heat they lost, they that avoided the nuisance of “be-
also lost one 273 part of the vol- low zero” degrees.
ume. If this rule held true all From then on things moved
the way, they should have no fast.In 1857 the German phys-
volume at aU at a temperature icist Rudolph Clausius (1822-
of minus 273° centigrade. A long 1888) invented a new concept. A.
time later, in 1848, Lord Kelvin gas, he said, consists of “atoms”
(born William Thompson, 1824- in steady motion, flying in all
1907) went back to this discov- directions.Hence they must col-
ery, suggesting that at minus lide quite often. But while the
273° centigrade the gas might distance between collisions would
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—
not be the same, there should be large to be visible in the micro-
an average distance between scope, we see “Brownian mo-
collisions, that average distance tion”.That it was first observed
depending on both density and in water was an accident, but
temperature. This average dis- the explanation is the same.
tance is now known in English But we still have not answered
as the “mean free path”. In 1860 the earlier question how many
the Scottish mathematician gas molecules are there in a given
James Clark Maxwell (1831- volume. It was Joseph Loschmidt
1879) began to think about these (1821-1895), also of the Univer-
problems. Maxwell felt that even sity of Vienna, who tackled the
for a given temperature the problem. Publication of his re-
speed of the molecules would not sults took the form of a lecture
be uniform. Some would move delivered during the Twenty-Sec-
faster than the norm, and others ond Session of the Imperial Ac-
more slowly; and it was only the ademy of Science in Vienna on
average of these different veloc- October 12, 1865. The lecture
ities that corresponded to the had the somewhat surprising
temperature. Raise the temper- title: “On the Size of Air Mole-
ature and you get a higher aver- cules”. Loschmidt explained that
age molecular velocity, but a he used this term because the
specific molecule might move at difference in weight of oxygen
a rate corresponding to a tem- and nitrogen molecules is minor,
perature twenty degrees lower. so that they could be averaged to
While Maxwell, sitting in Cam- hypothetical air molecules. Now,
bridge, pursued these thoughts, he said, we are dealing with three
Ludwig Boltzmann (1884-1906), values. One is the number of
professor at the University of molecules per cubic centimeter
Vienna, conceived the same idea. this we’ll call N. Then we have
Consequently the kinetic theory the length of the mean free path,
of gases that emerged from their which we’ll call L. And finally
separate goosequills was later we have the diameter of the mol-
referred to as the MaxweU- ecule which we’ll call D. L. will
Boltzmann theory. be shorter as the values for N
The theory contained the ex- and for D become larger.
planation of Brownian motion.
We can’t see the molecules as o far everything was quite
they move and collide, but if we S •
clear. If number of mol-
the
have a body small enough to be ecules per unit volume is larger,
kicked around by them, and there will be more collisions. But
FOR YOUR INFORMATION 105
there will also be more collisions with those gases that could be
if the molecules themselves are liquefied in his day.
larger. Hence his main interest Heconcluded that the diamet-
was in the size of the molecules; er of an air molecule was just
would follow from that.
all else slightly less,by three per cent,
Maxwell had calculated that than one millionth of a millimet-
the mean free path for a nitrogen er. This, he said, was not a cor-
molecule would be (at 15° centi- rect value but he felt sure that
grade) 1/447,000 inch, equiva- it was “neither ten times too
lent to6/100,000 millimeters. large nor ten times to small.” In
(We now know that the value is that he was correct; his value
around 9/100,000 millimeter.) was only three times too large.
Loschmidt thought that Max- Strangely enough he did not
well’s figure was a bit too small take the step to calculate the
so he picked 14/100,000 which is number of molecules in a cubic
too large. centimeter of air, but following
So each moving molecule his method that figure comes out
moves through a volume of space as 1,800,000,000„000,000,000 per
which is cylindrical with the cubic centimeter. But Loschmidt
length of the cylinder being L, had overestimated both the size
or Maxwell’s “corrected” figure, of the molecule and the length of
while the diameter of this cylin- the mean free path the true
;
Illustrated by GAUGHAN
the only dog team in the en- tle, although the Canadian Cul-
campment, only seven dogs and tural Sanctuary Commission
over a hundred Eskimos. “Soon had re-stocked the Boothia Dis-
as this person’s leg is better.” trict with twin-birth seals.
“Your leg is better. Last “Then we sleep.”
sleep.” Dr. West squinted down “But now is our chance to
at his which dan-
stethoscope, hunt seals,” Dr. West protested,
gled from Edwardluk’s thick pointing with his recoilless rifle
neck, “I gave you my heart- toward the shore-ice where a
ears, and you said your leg felt crack had opened, where seals
better. You said we would go could rise.
today.” “Hunt seals,” Edwardluk
“Eh-eh,” Edwardluk laughed, agreed like an echo and added
politely agreeing with whatever helpfully;“Good dream protect
the whiteman was saying, “leg us from bad ice. Good dream
is better than yesterday. Eh-eh, help you like us better tomor-
you are better. Each day you row.” With downcast eyes, Ed-
like us better. Tomorrow you wardluk smiled like a shy little
like us better still.” boy and handed Dr. West a
“I like you now,” Dr. West thawing glob of seal liver as if
tried to restrain the irritation it were a Valentine. “Best piece
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tightened on his recoilless rifle. TTe glanced from the snoring
These people are so obliging, Edwardluk to the sleeping
so innocent, so damned lovable, dogs. Yesterday when he tried
it would be imfwssible to shoot. to order these people to help him
Damn! Damn, damn, damn! prepare a sled, giggling they had
If I am
a prisoner, he thought, divertedhim from leaving. Mar-
I can escape. I can esdape when- thalik had rubbed urgently
ever I chose to use —threaten against him, peeping up with
to use force. sweet narrow eyes, urging him
Dr. West’s contradictory grin, to come back into the tent duck-
which also made him attractive ing imder his waving arms of
to women who were more selec- anger. He felt trapped.
tive than Eskimo women, his un- In her hood the wrinkled face
certain grin cracked his chapped erf the baby had flopped back
lips. If I am a prisoner, his and forth, and begun to cry.
thoughts echoed, I can esdape. From Dr. West’s inexplicable
If I am NOT
a prisoner, by rage, the people had averted their
definition I cannot escape. faces like hurt children, and his
Damn! That’s a neurotic determination to use force, to
thought. I’ve got to escape. seize a sled and a prisoner had
He stared down at the scrap dissolved in embarrassment, re-
of meat which attracted flies to morse, a dark tent and gentle
Edwardluk’s small hand. These whispering with Marthalik. Yes-
people lacked the gargantuan terday. Today.
appetites of Eskimos. Also con- In the white glare his eyelids
trary to Eskimos, there were itched. Dr. West knew if he was
too many small children. More going to travel he should al-
than the environment could sup- ready have left. These women,
port. The disproportionate num- these incredibly wonderful wom-
ber of children indicated a rapid en. I’ve got to escape now! Sim-
increase in population. After 36 ultaneously, he felt like laugh-
days with these people. Dr. West ing and crying.
had written down too many ob- Beyond the shore-ice and the
servations. What he observed dark crack, gleamed the veined
three nights ago was the abso- sea-ice with distant islands glit-
lute end. tering, icebergs. God help me! I
If I don’t leave now, I may have to cross that! He knew the
never leave. Grinning, grimacing, Canadian Cultural Sanctuary
he shook his head. Damn! Got Guard Post must be somewhere
to escape. beyond that glowing horizon.
THE ESKIMO INVASION 10P
Five years ago during his Alas- Quietly, Dr. West rolled up
kan Eskimo population survey his sleeping bag. He slid his
Dr. West had learned how diffi- arm through the sling of his re-
cult it was for a Kabloona, a coilless rifle, the only rifle in
whiteman, to handle Eskimo the encampment since the disap-
dogs, but he had done it. I can pearance of Edwardluk’s “broth-
do it now if the dogs are har- er”, who had owned a rusty
nessed to the sled. rifle and a rusty personality to
Flies buzzed above Edward- match, and seemed more like a
luk’s sleeping smile, and his mas- real Eskimo with his boasting
sive jaw moved. He was dream- and scratching. He had been
ing. These people, Marthalik, all troubled by lice.
of them, Dr. West had noticed But these people had no lice.
how animated their faces were These people had no tuberculosis.
when they slept, as if their They were not Eskimos.
dreams were reality.
But reality to Dr. West was II
burning eyelids and the shock
of the 33rd night. Got to es- T^r. West hefted his pack.
cape. Must outsmart Edwardluk. Heavy-laden he started the
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long walk across the ice toward This summer ice was rotting,
the distant icebergs in the polar dangerous. He opened the vents
gulf. He hoped he was setting in his outer parka because to
a trap for Edwardluk. perspire also was dangerous.
Dr. West’s original intention “Bad, bad-bad,” Edwardluk had
liad been to take one of these re- said, “for whiteman to walk
markable people back with him, alone on sea-ice.”
and there w/as still that possibili- Then you come rescue me, Dr.
ty, that possibility — West thought and walked on and
With each step, the silicone on.
rubber membranes in Dr. West’s The icebergs seemed no closer,
boots exhaled fog. Yet he waded but when Dr. West looked back
with dry feet through shimmer- he saw that the encampment had
ing puddles of melt-water across miniaturized into a cluster of
the thawing sea-ice. Like a giant, dots.
he strode over eroding stream- Like a midget, a midge, a dark
beds on the ice. Fresh water speck. Dr. West plodded end-
trickled toward dark leads where lessly across the flat sea-ice. He
the sea surged, where seals could hoped Edwardluk was watching,
rise. massive jaw beginning to sag with
ed broken ice and dark water hind his own back. He remem-
where sea birds could feed. Dr. bered that the Eskimos refer to
West w!as surprised that he did the white fox as the bear’s dog.
not sight a single seal as he cir- On the sea-ice, the fox follows
cled behind the berg. the polar bear, dependent on the
Now he was out of view from bear’s kills. The Eskimos say:
the camp. Dr. West hoped Ed- “Fox on ice, look behind you
wardluk was harnessing the dogs. quick, is bear.”
If his friendship talk was gen- Turning head Dr. West
his
uine, he’llcome to rescue me. If squinted at each white mound
not, he’llcome to recapture me. and fuzzy shadow. At point blank
But there was a third possibility, range, he knew a piolar bear
unfortunately. Edwardluk might would appear more cream-col-
simply go to sleep — because he ored than the ice. A black spot
didn’t give a damn. would be the nose of the polar
From West took
his pack, Dr. bear. The Eskimos say: “Bear
out a pad of caribou skin and hold white paw over nose, bear
sat down. Rifle propped against gone, eh-eh. Bear still there.”
his thigh, he waited. The trap “Ha!” Dr. West shouted,
was set for Edwardluk. And standing up. The immense white
waited. backgroimd remained immobile.
Cold rose through the ancient From the white mounds, a polar
caribou skin pad into Joe West’s bear’s head did not rise weasel
haunches. Restlessly, he remem- like on its long neck.
bered his Alaskan Eskimos had “Spooked myself. These peo-
used bear skin pads because they ple talk too much about bears.”
were thicker. But these Boothia Dr. West twisted his chilled face
people owned no polar bear skins. in another grin. He didn’t want
They said they never killed their to remember Edwardluk’s wide-
father-bear, and Dr. West was eyed face above the seal oil
inclined to believe them. lamp.
The cold enfolded him. From
the corner of his eye a small T ike Eskimos, these people en-
part of the white background ^ tertained themselves with
trotted across his field of vision. night stories. Thick neck tilting
It was an arctic fox, plume-tailed from side to side, his eyes clos-
and oblivious. ing in ecstasy, Edwardluk had
Suddenly the white fox stared grunted like a bear. “Grandfath-
at him or past him. Dr. West er of the sky!” Edwardluk’s sud-
felt a creeping urge to look be- denly hoarse voice had creaked.
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of the iceberg. If Edwardluk backs to the sled. Their har-
was referring to an actual bear, poons still were lashed to the
itwas invisible to Dr. West. He sled.
squinted at the dogs, who lay “Eh-eh,” Edwardluk’s voice
down; they had not scented a agreed politely to the lie. “There
bear. isa seal but my eyes don’t see it
“Seen us coming.” Edwardluk yet.”
made a circling motion with his Dr. West’s shivering hands
wide face and stubby nose, and were tying his pack and sleeping
Dr. West supposed the bear had bag on the sled.
circled out of sight behind the “Hal” Dr. West shouted at the
berg. dogs as he flopped on the sled,
“We come to carry back your and to his surprise and relief the
seals,” Edwardluk said innocent- dogs lurched forward before he
ly- could use the whip. They dashed
The second man stood smiling past the startled face of the
at the sky. The third man still third man. Back to camp was
was approaching. They seemed where the dogs were hurrying.
unarmed. In their fur parkas they Slashing the whip with all his
reminded Dr. West of three strength. Dr. West manged to
childhood teddy-bears. They had turn the leader toward the ice
been kind and hospitable to Dr. horizon.
West, and now he couldn’t quite
bring himself to point the rifle. '"T^he sled passed in an arc
He didn’t want to threaten them through the shouting range of
with harsh words which would the running men, but Dr. West
bring hurt expressions to their managed to whip the dogs away,
child-like faces. He didn’t want the sled weaving a snakelike
to kidnap a prisoner. course beyond the iceberg with
Swiftly he rationalized that it Edwardluk running far behind.
might be dangerous to take a I have escaped. Dr. West
prisoner. The prisoner might thought inaccurately.
chew through his bonds while The terrible global significance
Dr. West slept. Let some anony- of what he had observed about
mous expedition seize the first these people he had not fully an-
laboratory specimen. alyzed. Mainly he was fleeing
“There is a dead seal under from what happened on the 33rd
the edge of the ice,” Dr. West night, and from his contradic-
blurted, pointing with his rifle tory desire to go back to them.
barrel and walking behind their To the women —
THE ESKIMO INVASION 115
He clung to the sled undulat- reasons decided against
statistical
ing over the ice. The wonder of marriage, followed by his popu-
the 33rd night. The dogs were lation research expedition to the
running uncontrollably. The Alaskan tundra and a giggling
shock of the 33rd night. The sled Eskimo woman of whom the only
bounced over a pressure ridge. thing memorable was her aroma,
The women — the same gorgeous Ph.D., telling
If he go he would fall
let him that his theory of Arctic
off and go back. He
the sled Human Ecology should be rec-
laughed with bewilderment. It ognized beyond the scientific
- was these women who would be community and he should be-
too much for the world. come more 'assertive, which he
Dr. West’s only intimate ex- was to an arch-eyebrowed inter-
perience with women had been viewer from McCalTs Magazine
limited to a high school girl a and a round-eyed interviewer
year older than he but equally from Good Housekeeping who
flustered, several indistinct sor- kept calling him a boy-wonder,
ority girls who might have been and the same gorgeous Ph.D.
the same girl several times, four congratulating him in the nicest
or five student nurses when he way that she could for his ap-
was in Med school, including one pointment as the Director of
he vividly remembered plump Oriental Populations Problems
and unadorned in unexpected Research at the University of
glory, six or seven lab techni- California, a period of overwork,
cians, the last leaving him un- the same gorgeous Ph.D. com-
bearably guilty and resolving to miserating him for being un-
give up sex, followed by a tired expectedly ousted as Director by
old waitress in Cambridge, Mass., that determiner of all large re-
a dozen sprightly R.N.’s and search grants, the Secretary of
doctor-chasers, the hospital ad- Defense, followed by a tired old
ministrator’s fiancee who laughed barmaid in Moosejaw Saskatch-
when he asked her to take him wan and a» unscheduled airline
seriously, followed by a tired old stewardess in Coppermine,
cocktail waitress in Berkeley, Northwest Territories, five hun-
California, paralleling the story dred forbidden air miles from
of his earnest female grad-
life, the Boothia Peninsula.
uate students at U.C. in Pub- These remarkable women on
lic Health, Anthropology and the Boothia Peninsula were so
Genetics, a gorgeous Ph.D. in much more — I’m crazy to be
Population Statistics who for un- leaving, he thought.
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He clung to tlie bounding sled, eye could barely distinguish the
trying to blank out the 33rd front sight asit shook back and
night and his incredible first ex- forth.Aiming ahead of the dogs
perience with Mafthalik. he fired.
Unchecked, the dogs ran into
'"y^he sled runner jammed in the blinding distance. He fired
broken ice. The sled almost and fired. A dog turned end for
capsized as it abruptly stopped. end, biting its rump as the other
His sunglasses slid down his dogs dragged it along. A dog in
nose. front of the sled yelped and was
Blinking, Dr. West slid off mounted by the sled-runners as
the sled, hoisted the runner free the team swept on. Dragging two
and shouted at the dogs, who writhing dogs and the swerving
surged forward. Dr. West found sled, the dog team charged on like
himself loping behind the sled, troops into battle.
trying to overtake it, running. He The leader abruptly stopped
fell, dislodging his glasses as as he reached an open lead and
he lunged through the blinding the sled skidded sideways braked
white glare, almost seizing the only by the bodies of the two
sled, skidding across a puddle of wounded dogs from sliding into
melt-water. Springing up, run- the dark water and engulfing
ning hard and shouting angrily them all.
flowed along their back-trail to- Edwardluk looked up, and his
ward the pressure ridge. He in- shy smile widened. “Eh-eh. you
tended to allow himself one min- want to go, we go! Someday we
ute to search for his sunglasses. People help the whitemen. When
“Kabloona, here are your snow we are many, help much. Help
eyes!” Edwardluk stood, holding whitem.en of whole world.” Like
the dark glasses above his head. a tiny giant, Edwardluk spread
Dr. West tore off the handker- his arms and laughed, unaware
chief, but did not see the other that the world is 24,000 miles in
two men in ambush. circumference at the Equator,
“Hand me the glasses.” Dr. that there are six billion white-
West did not point the rifle di- whitemen, yellow-whitemen and
rectly at Edwardluk. black-whitemen, that their vast
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—
laughed, “nothing but seals. Give ened the bear.” Now there was
me the rifle. Big noise will tell no need for Edwardluk to have
bear we are not seals.” the rifle.
“I win hold the rifle,” Dr. West “If this person had the rifle, a
replied; he was afraid the rifle seal could be shot.” Edwardluk’s
was all he had, snowblind and voice moved closer.
helpless. “I know how to work “There are three harpoons”.
it.” Dr. West replied.
“This knows how to
person “But your eyes are bad,” Ed-
work it,” Edwardluk volunteered, wardluk began circuitously.
and Dr. West could hear him “I will not give you the rifle.”
moving closer. “My brother had Further away the polar bear
one and he shot it all the time.” made a strangemooing noise.
But not at bears. Dr. West “This watched you
person
thought. while you Edwardluk
sleep,”
“At bears,” Edwardluk’s voice said, as if this was more impor-
persisted. “My brother shot a tant than the circling bear. “Eh-
bear and that is why he van- eh, asleep you frown, you twist.
ished. It was bad for him to kill In the emcampment it was this
a bear.” Prior to this Edward- way also. You look unhappy
luk’s story had been that his when asleep. My brother was
brother had vanished while trav- that way. Even with arms around
elling to get more presents from woman, your sleep-face is un-
the whitemen of the big whale- happy. Are all whitemen unhap-
kayak, the whitemen with beauti- py when they sleep?”
ful red stars on their caps. “How the hell should I know?”
“You would not shoot the bear Dr. West slung his rifle over his
even if I gave you the rifle,” Dr. back and crawled blindly on to
West riiplied, clinging to the rifle. the sled. “Let’s go!”
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“Whitemen do not shoot the and a dragging sound were over-
People?” Edwardluk asked. “As whelmed by the roaring lunges of
if we are dogs?” the dogs. Edwardluk was feeding
“No, I was frightened when I the dogs first, hurling thuds of
shot the dogs. I thought they meat within their harnessed
were running away. I thought range. Then he was beating them
they were leaving me alone to off.“No more! Got no more!”
die. I only shoot things that are “Here is the warm liver.” Ed-
leaving me to die.” wardluk must have carried it un-
der his parka. “Eat. This person
oe West clung on the dragging left a little blubber by the water
J sled, his head muffled in a for the bear. Eat. The great bear
darkness of caribou skin, his eyes will see how we helped the bear.
throbbing and flashing lights of Eat. Soon this person shoots a
pain. Once he heard Edwardluk bigger seal. You eat. Where we
shouting to someone, and his are, many wide cracks and soon
stomach contracted. He dreamed another seal. Then this person
Edwardluk had circled back to will eat.”
the encampment. No escape. Fromthe distance rose a long-
Then he realized Edwardluk had drawn howling roar like a giant,
merely admonished the dogs. insane.
The sled was moving sporadi- “My God! Was that the bear?”
cally as if the dogs were exhaust- “This person don’t know. The
ed. bear, it was the bear. A little
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V ing of her warmth, he had trud-
ged away with a dozen Eskimos.
Touring the 3rd night he had Camped in the lee of a cliff,
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?
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With a startled woof, the drown.” Edwardluk slid darkness
bear’s jaws opened. Dr. and warmth down over Dr.
West’s body rolled away slash- West’s head and shoulders; Ed-
ing the air and screaming de- wardluk was giving him his outer
fiance like a cornered animal. parka. “White Eye drown.”
Backing away, gasping, he Edwardluk was prodding his
hacked the air with the knife leg, wrapping his leg in some-
while the shuffling sounds of the thing jelly-like within wet fur.
bear departed. “Fished out dogs. Cut up. Eh-
He became aware of the throb- eh,” Edwardluk laughed feebly,
bing of his thigh. Gummed eye- “much good dog meat for ev-
lids torn open, he faced blindly eryone. This person cut open
into the whiteness and listened Wind Runner and White Eye for
through his own harsh breathing bear.”
for the silent bear, and remem- With crunching sounds, Ed-
bered who he was. wardluk was breaking apart the
Dr. West’s fingers explored the sled, rebuilding it into a tiny
slippery twitching remnants of man-sled. Gently, Edwardluk’s
his thigh muscle. Hard-jawed, he hands tied Dr. West on the sled.
toumiqueted his belt around his
thigh and gasped. T)lind, Dr. West knew they
“Edwardluk,” he gurgled. “Ed- were microscopic specks in
wardluk, Edwardluk!” he yelled. the enormity of sea-ice, shore-ice
There was no Edwardluk. and ice-shaped mountain-islands.
“Edwardluk! Edwardluk!” “We go!” With a grunt, Ed-
His voice thickened. His head wardluk strained at the harness,
seemed to sail away, and he mut- and the jolting hours moved
tered and twisted, resisting. If he through chills and sleep and
fell into shock, he thought, in fever, becoming days of blind
this cold he would be dead. agony without end.
Dead, dead, irretrievably dead. Edwardluk’s soft voice tried to
All gone. Finished. Nothing. soothe. “Eat-eat.” He was press-
From hissing wind emerged a ing chewed dog meat into Dr.
scraping sound approaching. Ed- West’s mouth.
wardluk’s voice wheezed, “Dogs Edwardluk would shout: “Ha!
turn away from water too late. Forward, dogs!” and Edward-
Sled float. Curlytail drown. luk’s stubby legs would tramp
Loafer drown.” All Edwardluk forward, endlessly dragging the
could talk about was the dogs. man-sled with its raving burden.
“Hump drown. Wind Runner Dr. West.
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I must be flown to a hospital People hungry. He say much
with —with
Eldwardluk.” food here.”
“Ifyou’re a doctor, where’s “No one will starve,” the Com-
your kit?” the Cultural Sanc- missioner said warmly. “Emer-
tuary Commissioner’s voice ac- gency Family Allowances will be
cused. “You’re another cultural authorized. Survival always is
smuggler. You smuggling bas- more important than 100% self-
tards won’t leave the world’s sufficiency. If necessary we’ll
best people alone, not for a min- even paradrop a Family Allow-
ute! You’re the third smuggler ance for every Family Head on
I’ve caught in my district this the Boothia District Roster!”
year.” “Eh-eh??” Edwardluk’s voice
“No steel fishhooks, no trans- laughed in confusion. “Will you
istor batterieson ’im,” the ex- help us? Many-many people
Londoner protested. “Coo! Com- hungry!” Edwardluk must be
missioner, look at ’is leg!” spreading his stubby arms.
The Commissioner evidently “Many people. Here his marker-
bent over Dr. West’s leg because book.”
there was a retching sound. “I’ll be damned!” From -the
“Gangrene.” sounds, the Commissioner must
“Dog bite him,” Edwardluk’s be thumbing through Dr. West’s
voice volunteered. “Bad leg. This notebook.
person drag him on little sled “He count people. Say not
that many sleeps.” Edwardluk enough seals.” Edwardluk ex-
must be holding up stubby fin- pounded. “He count babies. Say
gers, feigning ignorance of count- more hungry quick.”
ing. “Dogs drown. This person “We’ll make our own popula-
drag him all way from Mountain tion survey. This man evidently
Bay.” is deranged. He appears to be dy-
“Thom Bay? That’s an ex- ing.”
tremely difficult and hazardous “We help Whiteman. He say all
—my man, you’ve completed an wliitemen will like us because we
epic journey!” The Commission- help him.” Earnestly, Edwardluk
er panted with pleasure. “You’re must be pressing his hand on his
a hero.” chest. “This poor person carry
whiteman all this way. Pull sled
T Te must be shaking Edward- like dog,” Edwardluk laughed
-* hand, and Edwardluk
luk’.s nervously.
giggled with embarrassment. “You’re a better man than the
“Pulled wliitemen long way. whitemen!” The Commissioner
THE ESKIMO INVASION 129
was bubbling with enthusiasm for “Coo! Is he d3ung?” said a
his Elskimos. “You’ve made an voice which penetrated Dr.
epic journey; there will be food West’s delirium.
for everyone. Boothia District
will gain proper notice if you will \ nd Eskimos have Asian iden-
speak thus on the C.B.C. The tifications. Dr. West dreamed
telly, the picture box. “Tell them the U. N. General Assemb-
of the hunger.” ly with outraged shouts and
“People hungry,” Edwardluk dark faces rising against a rumor
repeated wistfully enough to that Canada was planning “Es-
melt the hearts of any T.V. kimo family limitation.” “Ster-
audience. “Babies hungry.” ilization!” “Imperialist suppres-
Dr. West gritted his teeth. sion!” To aid tlie starving and
There was no use attempting to disadvantaged Eskimos, the Chi-
speak now. The Commissioner nese Federation of Nations would
would not listen because he was offer Cultural Assistance. Roar-
in no mood for an “attack” ing airplanes from Asia, from
against the Eskimos. Later Europe, from embarrassed Amer-
This Commissioner emotional- ica would parachute food
ly would reject unpleasant facts. throughout the spreading Arctic
Finally when the Canadian Cul- while the people multiplied and
tural Sanctuary Commissioners’ multiplied.
noses were rubbed in the evi- “Eh-eh, we fill world,” Ed-
dence, in the sinister implications wardluk had explained weeks ago
of a one-month gestation period, with lovable simplicity, “until
both the Commission and the bear comes.”
Canadian Government would Death gnawed Dr. West’s leg,
temporize. Dr. West thought. and he tried to sit up while Ed-
“Forcible birth control? wardluk’s gentle hands held him
Surely not in a free nation! down.
No matter what you say, they’re “Must speak,” Dr. West
as human as I am,” this Com- gasped, thinking: I must live. “I
130 GALAXY
(NON-FACT ARTICLE)
by JOHN BRUNNER
ment of credit —cf. our recent cover the payments on the twin-
tests of inexpensive time ma- ning —or else I’ll have to go
chines.) ten per cent deeper into hock
and buy a wishing machine. At
Introduction Cr. 25,000 or so they aren’t
We have received many letters cheap, but on the other hand the
asking what we think of twin- idea of making everything for
tube wishing machines. Typical ourselves seems wonderful. My
is the following: wife says yes, get one, because
131
it would be living like our an- children’s fate above all be-
^
—
cestors used to, completely self- gan to manufacture duplicates of
sufficient (we have strong pio- them. The more frantic she grew,
neer traditions here on New the more the machine churned
Frontier), but I said no, I guess out.As even the finest machine is
there may be a catch, let’s wait unable to create a fully function-
till GOOD BUY covers them.” ing human, something like 95
Not everyone, alas, has that imbeciles are now a charge on
much good sense. Over the past the Hysterian government, and
decade scores of news stories Mrs. Quonsett is permanently
have testified to the fate of hospitalized.
hasty purchasers who succumbed So, if you’re considering buy-
to wild advertising claims. ing a wishing machine, bear three
Swamped by debt, Ebenezer J. points in mind: the advertisers’
Younghusband of Venable’s claims are exaggerated; extreme
World boasted to his friends that care is always necessary in use;
he’d seen a way
out of his diffi- and — most important of all —
cuties. He mortgaged his grand- these machines are machines, not
children’s earning capacity to magic wands!
buy a wishing machine. He en-
visaged making and selling ur- Background
anium-235 on a rising market to Immediately Charlie Volumin-
recoup his expenditure. Three ous MacDiomnaid, a century or
tiiousand casualties occurred, so ago, turned “transmutation
mostly fatal, when he allowed 10 without radiation” from a vote-
kg. to accumulate in the hopper. catching slogan into a practical
Likewise, rendered desperate reality. All technically advanced
the problem of supporting her planets began to dream of short-
eleven children, widowed Mrs. circuiting the conventional man-
Honoria Quonsett of Hysteria ufacturing processes and creating
sold six of her offspring to an articles at need from crude mat-
illegal serviceagency and invest- ter and raw energy.
ed in a wishing machine, think- In 2276 the first notable step
ing she could redeem them when towards this goal was accom-
it had stabilized her affairs. The plished accidentally on Coca-
machine she was able to afford hymnia, when Abdul Fidler gave
-was inadequately insulated up trying to describe the instru-
against feedback from the user’s ments he wanted to play his fa-
—
subconscious, and since she was mous “Catastrophe Suite” and
naturally concerned with her had himself spliced directly into
132 GALAXY
the computer-operated controls of the human imagination meant
of a woodwind factory. Further that the early installations had
development led to one of the to be huge. The pilot version
two essential elements of a mod- covered about a hectare of
ern manufacturing complex: the ground.
visualizer tube, which extracts However, though such size
from the mind of the person in confined the process to commer-
charge the characteristics of the cial undertakings, partial suc-
desired product. cess was better than none and
The necessity for a second con- soon factories working on these
trolling element emerged when principles were a common sight
Fidler discovered that human on prosperous planets.
musicians couldn’t play the in- The ultimate target —
provid-
.struments he had devised. For ing private consumers with home
his “Variations on the Theme appliances that they need only
of Planetary Collision” he at- switch on and think into ap- —
tempted to surpass his earlier peared as remote as ever until
achievement and create a sup- the genius of Gordian Bludgeon,
erior musician, too. The lifeform a factory-hand on Odin, broke
resulting had an enormous brain, the deadlock.
incredibly acute hearing, 28 pairs One day, during a five-minute
of hands and sufficient mouths period of random thinking in-
to play 11 wind instruments at tended to clear his mind for a
once. changeover from family space-
On seeing it, Fidler let out a boats to sanitary appliances, he
cry of joy approximately a sixth snapped his fingers and started
of a tone below G flat in altis- to concentrate on the idea of an
simo, and the creature — so sen- automatic twin-tube wishing ma-
sitive it could not endure this chine no larger than a robochef.
deviation from perfect pitch — deny that like
It is pointless to
manipulated him until he was so many geniuses Bludgeon en-
.screaming exactly on the note. joyed imperfect mental stability.
The loss of his talent was a se- However, it is indisputable that
vere blow to galactic music, but without his brilliant inspiration
his death established the need wishing machines for home use
for the moderator tube, charged would not yet be available.
with powers of judgement re- Though refinements have sub-
garding the feasibility and per- sequently been incorporated,
missibility of the product. Not every machine we saw was a mo-
unexpectedly, the immense range dification of his original version.
134 GALAXY
The CORNUCOPIA was near- ically similar WIZARD. The
ly twice as big as the largest of user’s chairwas rated “very un-
the others, and the makers rec- comfortable” by the entire panel,
ommend that the first use it and we had to pack it with foam
be put to after purchase is the padding before anyone could sit
construction of an extra room through a production cycle.
to hold it. The INEXHAUSTIBLE pos-
The output hopper supplied ed us several problems. Our at-
with the MIDAS and CROESUS tention had already been caught
imposed an arbitrary limit on by the curious advertising copy
the size of articles manufactured. announcingSample: “MOST
it.
136 GALAXY
machines on sale are similar to thing but plasma is unsatisfac-
Bludgeon’s original concept. The tory. The ZILLIONAIRE, us-
user sits in a chair (INEX- ing solar energy, required 6)4
HAUSTIBLE: scrambles back hours steady concentration to
and forth over a sloping bench), produce a meal for two people,
puts on a cap connected to the which the hungry tester then
visualizcr (INEXHAUSTIBLE: immediately devoured.
shaves scalp and attaches 21 The INEXHAUSTIBLE was
leads), adjusts manual controls unique in having to be primed
to broad categories of mass, with 12 kg. of technetium (this
switches on the power and con- is apparently what the adver-
ing that nothing would emerge. sistent,and what you get out
The CORNUCOPIA, MI- depends anyhow on how good
DAS/CROESUS and WIZARD you are at concentrating. (It
draw domestic current on plan- also depends on how good the
ets where a piped-plasma grid visualizer tube is at sifting con-
exists; otherwise they require scious from subconscious men-
a portable fusion plant. The tal images.)
DOMESTICATED DJINN and It was clearly impossible to
ZILLIONAIRE can also be run attempt a cross-section of users’
off solar or other energy sourc- desires. We settled for three
es, but performance on any- groups of tests.
138 GALAXY
]y to market a commercial ver- initions vary. Even on the best
sion, which may go some way of the machines, the CORNU-
towards making up the anticipat- COPIA, all testers were able to
ed deficit in next year’s balance make infectious bacteria (see
sheet. (See “Message from your Obituary, inside back cover).
Chairman”, this issue.) And our eight-year-old, using the
Sets made by the ZILLION- ZILLIONAIRE, was able to
AIRE would not receive any- make a spanking machine, from
thing, but merely repeated what which his parentswere rescued
the tester was visualizing at the in a state of extreme exhaustion;
time. We had to fire one tester a suit of battle armor, his own
whose set depicted a positively size, inwhich to make good his
obscene episode from “Peyton escape; and enough sleepy-gas
Planet”. And those from the DO- to blank out the ConGalFedCon-
MESTICATED DJINN would Ass Building as he was leaving.
receive only Mecca, Medina and Our performance tests of the
New Cairo. INEXHAUSTIBLE were incon-
The air- conditioners mostly clusive. We were tempted to
worked okay, except for the IN- abandon them when we discov-
EXHAUSTIBLES. After a few ered that although insulation
minutes’ operation the room was against subconscious feedback
fuU of the reek of chlorine; in- left something to be desired on
spection showed that a minature all the machines, the insulation
transmuter had been set into the on this one tended to filter out
housing, which was busy getting conscious images and let subcon-
rid of the oxygen in favor of scious ones go through. (The
chlorine, bromine, iodine and in- events which led us to this im-
ert gases. pression need not be gone into
as the tests were abortive.)
Finally we had to determine However, we felt we owed it
141
normall} acceptable. Thus com- Robert Sheckley, and Ballantine
merce does confer a certain ab- in turn has had Sheckley nov-
solution on us all. elize the screenplay. (The orig-
Some kinds of books are auto- appeared in
inal story, of course,
matically more popular than Gafaxy. The movie stars Marcel-
others, just as some individual lo Mastroianni as a pleasant but
books are more popular than essentially inept huntsman in a
others of their same kind. This world where aggressions have
means, apparently, that there are been channeled into a kind of
fashions in psychosis, just as game described as “a safety valve
there are degrees to which in- for humanity’s latent agressive
dividual books please their read- instincts.” His particular oppon-
ers — that is to say, provide a ent in this story is Ursula An-
delusional system yummier than dress. Ursula is a quite proficient
someone else’s delusional sys- huntress. We first meet her as
tem. It might even be possible to she guns down her ninth victim,
psychoanalyze a particular peri- using a rapid-fire bra. Their
od of human history by running names in this story are Catherine
one’s finger down a list of the and Marcello.
best sellers. Thus, simple statistics By the rules of the lottery in
and grubby pennies and dimes which registered citizens of this
lay us all upon the psychiatrist’s future world acquire the right
couch. Never doubt that some to hunt each other, and to re-
day some earnest Ph.D. candi- tire to fame and riches after
date will not do all this for us; killing their tenth victim, these
hopefully, not in my time or two have now been more or less
yours. randomly chosen to compete. So-
For now, come rummage ciety, in this xmiverse, is so or-
through some pockets with me. ganized that nothing stands in
their way, and a number of in-
/^ne of the simplest and most stitutions exist to aid and en-
common pocket universes is courage them in their endeavors.
the one in which life is fast, so- There are no legal bars to their
ciety is run on about as many activities —
there are almost no
rules as apply to tick-tack-toe, places on Earth where they may
and you’re imhappy you can
if not take pot shots at each other
go shoot somebody. To this end, with guns, bombs, knifes or arm-
Joseph E. Levine has made a ed helicopters —
and this is true
motion picture called The Tenth to the point where the average
Victim, from a short story by poor citizen in the street nor-
142 GALAXY
mally doesn’t even have any opinion is that if I have march-
warning that somebody is liable ed down to a drug store and
to set off a to get the man
bomb handed somebody 60c for a book
beside him. Accordingly, despite or into a movie house and hand-
whatever rationale the author of ed somebody $1.80 to have the
such a work may offer, what this silver screen do most of my im-
is is kids playing cops and rob- agining for me — badly — - I
bers. would prefer to get my return
In order to take this sort of for value received on the spot,
story seriously, onemust suspend and without the need to go hunt
considerably more disbelief than up 180 others of my own kind
one needs in order to read a book in order to arrive at a consen-
such as The Three Musketeers. sus. Thus my tendency on being
This is not a serious problem — handed a book is to simply read
the public eats up this kind of it and notice while I am doing
subtleties and the really master- and run my eye along a few
ful symbolic touches which make paragraphs, just to see how well
an indifferent and often boring acquainted the writer is with
story into a masterpiece of art. prose.
Now personally, I have actually My thinking in this area is that
had the privilege of seeing a the publisher either is or is not
roomful of these “in” people at a good professional and that the
a private preview showing of writer either is or is not the
Syi, and I must say it took them same, and what I am I after here,
two or three hours to decide what after all, is a professional ser-
the masterful touches were. My vice. Thus in glancing at Bal-
144 GALAXY
seph E. Levine wanted it, she ed. I am very glad to see this,
is called Caroline. But obviously because it represents a potential
and elevator shafts, spilling out an M.I.T. graduate), and the per-
into the street and choking the sonalities of some of the charac-
gutters. As the clone consumes ters who come in contact with the
its food supply, it begins to hunt clone, (Kate Wilhelm does well
for new sources of energy and with people under stress), with
nutriment. It develops the ability a quiet, technical competence
to shoot pseudopods in all dir- that makes them rather convinc-
ections. It develops the ability ing. There are few people in this
to extract nourishment from ma- book who run around screaming
terials it had previously dis- that this whole thing is a visita-
dained, such as the lath behind tion for the Sins of Mankind,
a plaster wall, and the various and there are few people who
other organic material associated waste a great deal of time des-
with building materials. As a cribing the green monstrosity as
result, not only people but build- “Evil!” A great many of them
ings, and all the other accoutre- quietly and systematically an-
146 GALAXY
alyze the beast’s properties and monsters in it are visible and
behavior patterns even while it describable, that this is a book
is eating them. This may not for you.
make for obvious screaming ten-
sion, but I think it creates a we have The Squares
more enduring impression of
what happens to people in the
F inally
of the City
(Ballantine).
by John Brunner
148 GALAXY
Now I have been questioned ly written, more or less profes-
in the past about my tendency sionally produced package sell-
to review not only the text of ing for 75c, and that is all it
a book, but the blurbs thereon it. The author does not have the
and all the other appurtenances previous reputation of either
such as forewords, afterwords, in- Pangborn or Fritz Leiber (who
dexes and appendices which go won a Hugo for himself and Bal-
to make up the entire package. lantine with The Wanderer'), and
However, it seems to me as — it is frankly and objectively not
it does to you —
that when we in the class of a book written
walk into a store with the in- by the two previously named
tention of spending money on commercial artists. Brunner is a
books, what usually determines workaday technician with an ex-
our choice is what the books look aggerated sense of how much of
like, and what written informa- his intelligence and awareness of
tion is immediately and readily the world gets translated into the
available to us on its outside prose he turns out. These are
surfaces, rather than anything as close to being verified facts
that may be going on inside. as opinions can ever be, and I’m
Thus I want to know what a little bit disappointed in Bal-
justification has for
Ballantine lantine.
blurbing this as “one of the ten Ballantine, which previously
best science fiction novels of the participated in the screw-up on
year.” I want to know why it the name of the heroine in The
wasn’t nine, or eleven, or one Tenth Victim, has this time
hundred and forty-four. I want screwed up the name of the
to know why
Ballantine has seen hero throughout the Page One
fit to append
to the back cover blurb on The Squares of the
a statementwhich goes into City. Without fail, they call him
paroxysms of delight that the “Haklyut” five times. They nev-
last times they described some- er do call him “Hakluyt” which
thing as “one of the ten best” is not only what the author calls
they were speaking of Edgar him, but what the author knew
Pangborn’s Davy, a reprint, and and was careful to note in the
of Leiber’s The Wanderer, a story itself as a famous name.
book that could not miss with I will be damned if I will let
the coterie readership, for cot- this type of editorial careless-
erie reasons. This novel is not ness go by unnoticed. It is im-
one of the ten best of anything. portant that the packages be
It is an interesting, professional- professionally and carefully
150 GALAXY
would be a flawless place in as to furnish a convenient, mod-
which to live, work and govern. em, up-to-date, and most im-
In actual practice however, the portant, outside excuse to wipe
construction of the city, and the out the paisanos.
subsequent drain on the resourc- Hakluyt gets caught up in the
es of the countryside, have dis- vicious quarrels which
political
placed and discommoded the are place between the
taking
native peasant population of representatives of Vado’s adher-
Aguazul. Some of these peasants ents and the representatives of
have remained out in the coun- the peasantry. Eventually the
tryside, or in the older, organ- peasants rise in revolt, and there
ically evolved cities of the land, is a lot of hurrahing and shout-
where they live in squalor and ing, from which Hakluyt begins
discontent. Others have moved to flee, but to which he returns
into the city, and set up mark- at the last moment because he
ets, shacks, warrens and rook- has become transformed from
eries of tin, plywood and paper the detached, neutral, salaried
wherever they can find room to expert to a human being more or
do so —
in one instance, inter- less passionately involved in the
lacing their squalid dwellings fate of people as distinguished
among the supporting girders un- from the flow of traffic units.
der the main monorail station. From the point of view of
Like mantis eggs and tent literary criticism, Hakluyt’s
caterpillar cocoons on a rock transformation comes too late,
crystal mulberry tree carved for too abruptly, apparently because
a Chinese emperor’s delectation, the book was getting to be too
these pests and infestations cause damn long. His love interest,
no end of anguish to Vados, the which was aroused briefly at
dictator who originally decreed the very beginning of the book,
this plea.sure dome, and furnish is not at all convincing when it
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When I Was Miss Dow
by SONYA DORMAN
people come and find us liv- The warden and some of the
ing in what they like to call other elders put on faces to greet
crystal palaces, though really we them, agreeing to help with the
some of them
live in glass places, mining of some ores, even giving
highly ornamented and others them a koota or two as they be-
plain as paper. They come first come interested in our racing
as explorers, and perhaps realize dogs. They set up their places
153
1 protest to the Warden, “I’m tern. When I’m released, the
educated and trained as a scho- Warden tells me, “Your job is
lar.You always say I must re- waiting for you. We went to a
main deep in my mathematics lot of trouble to arrange it.” He
and other studies.” sounds brusque, but perhaps this
My Uncle says, “You have is because he hasn’t conjoined
to There’s only one way
do it. for a long time. The responsibil-
for us to get along with them,” ities of being Warden of Mines
and he runs his fingers through and Seeds come first, long be-
his long blonde hair. Uncle’s My fore any social engagement.
not an educated person, but I run my fingers through my
highly placed, politically, and brunette and notice my
curls,
while Captain Dow is around Uncle is looking critically at me.
my Uncle retains this particular “Haven’t you made yourself
shape. The Captain is shipping rather old?” he asks.
out soon, then Uncle will find “Oh, he’s all right,” the War-
some other features, because he’s den says. “Thirty-three isn’t
already warned that it’s unseem- badly matched to the Doctor, as
ly for him to be chasing around I understand it.”
in the face of a girl after the Dr. Arnold Proctor, the co-
half-bearded boys from the space lony’s head biologist, is busy
ships. I don’t want to do this my- making radiograph pictures (with
self, wasting so much time, when his primitive X-rays) of skeletal
the fourteen decimals even now murger birds, rodents,
structures :
154 GALAXY
punch keys on the computer, My Uncle’s not pleased,.
since I haven’t had much prac- “There’s nothing wrong with
tise in retaining foreign shapes. your koota,” he says. “What do
I’m still in uncertain balance be- you want to X-ray her for? Sup-
tween myself and Martha Dow, pose he finds something is
who is also myself. But one does wrong? You’ll be afraid to race or
not have two lobes for nothing, breed her, and she won’t be re-
I discover. placed. Besides, your interest in
“Good morning. I’m glad her may make him suspicious.”
you’re here,” the Doctor says. “Suspicious of what?” I ask,
He is a nice, pink man, with but my Uncle won’t say, so I ask
silver hair, soft-spoken, intelli- him, “Suppose she’s bred and her
gent. I’m pleased, as we work pups are cripples?”
along, to find he doesn’t joke and The Warden says, “You’re
wisecrack like so many of the supposed to have your mind on
Terrans, though I am sometimes your work, not on racing. The
whimsical. I like music and ban- koota was just to amuse you
quets as well as my studies. when you were younger.”
Though absorbed in his work. I lean down and stroke her
Dr. Proctor isn’t rude to inter- head, which is beautiful, and she
rupters. A man of unusual bal- breathes a deep and gentle
ance, coming as he does from a breath in response.
culture which sends out scientif- “Oh, let him go,” my Uncle
ic parties that are ninety per says wearily. He’s getting dis-
cent of one sex, when their spec- gusted because they didn’t in-
ies provides them with two. At tend for me to bury myself in a
first meetings he is dedicated laboratory or a computer room,
but agreeable, and I’m charmed. without making more important
“Dr. Proctor,” I ask him one contacts. But a scholar is born
morning. “Is it possible for you with a certain temperament, and
to radiograph my koota? She’s has an introspective nature, and
very fine, from the fastest stock as I’m destined to eventually re-
available, and I’d like to breed place the Warden, naturally I
her.” prefer the life of the mind.
“Yes, yes, of course,” he prom- “I must say,” my Uncle re-
ises with his quick, often absent, marks, “you look the image of a
smile. “By all means. You wish Terran female. Is the work inter-
to breed only the best.” It’s typ- esting?”
ical of him to assume we’re all as “Oh, yes, fascinating,” I reply,
dedicated as he. and he snorts at my lie, since we
WHEN WAS I MISS DOW 155
y
iar light, and his hair, which is not be used. Less light, more
silver in daylight, looks phos- truth! And the Doctor is green
phorescent. I resist this. I am re- —
sculpture a little darker and he
sisting thisDoctor with the X- —
would be a bronze but his nat-
ray eyes who can examine my ural color is pink alabaster,
marrow with ease. He sees Mar- “You see,” the Doctor says,
tha’s marrow, every perfect cor- and I do try to see. He points
puscle of it. his wax pencil at one hip joint
You can’t imagine how com- on the and says, “A certain
film,
forting it is to be so transparent. amount of osteo-arthritic build-
There’s no need to pretend, ad- up is already evident. The cran-
just, advance, retreat or discuss ial rim is wearing down, she may
quicker you are to sort the eter- but not with each other. I am
nal verities into one pile and the uneasy, fluctuating.
dismal illusions into another. He snaps two switches. Out
How is it that sometimes the goes the film and on goes the
Doctor wears a head which re- sun, making my eyes stream with
sembles that of a koota, with a sensitive and grateful tears, al-
splendid muzzle and noble brow? though he’s so adjusted to these
Suddenly he gives a little contrasts he doesn’t so much as
laugh and points the end of the blink. Floating in the sunshine
wax pencil at my navel, announ- Fve become opaque. He can’t see
cing: “There. There, it is essen- anything but my surface ten-
tial that the belly button onto sions, and I wonder what he does
the pelvis, or you’ll bear no chil- in his spare time. A part of me
dren.” Thoughts of offspring had seems to tilt, or slide.
occurred to me. But weren’t we “There, there, oh dear. Miss
discussing my racer? The radio- Dow,” he says, patting my back,
graph film is still clipped to the rubbing my shoulder blades. His
view screen, and upon it, spread- forearms and fingers extend gin-
eagled, appears the bony Rors- gerly. “You do want to breed
chach of my koota bitch, her hip only the best, don’t you?” he
joints expressing doom. asks. I begin within me a com-
I wish the Doctor would put pulsive ritual of counting the ele-
on the daylight. I come to the ments; it’s all I can do to keep
conclusion that there’s a limit communications open between
to how much truth I can ex- my brain lobes. I’m suffering
amine, and the more I submit to from eclipses: one goes dark, the
the conditions necessary for ex- other lights up, that one goes
amining it, the more unhappy I dark, the other goes nova.
become. “There, there,” the Doctor
says, distressed because I’m
'T\r. Proctor is a man of such quivering and trying to keep the
perfect integrity that he connections open; I have never
continues to talk about bones felt clogged before. They may
and muscles until I’m ready to have to put me back into the
scream for mercy. He has done pattern tank.
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wants to see. It’s the reverse of you can bring in. And by the
what he must do in the viewing way, you haven’t done well on
room. I begin to suffer a peculiar that score lately. Is he stingy?”
pain, located in the nerve cluster “Of course he isn’t.”
between my lungs. He’s not talk- “But all you bring home in
ing to me. He’s not carressing credits is your pay.”
me. He’s forgotten I’m here, and I can think of no reply. It’s
like a false projection, I’m begin- true the Warden has a right to
ning to fade. In another hour use me in whatever capacity
perhaps the film will become would serve us all best, as I will
blank. If he doesn’t see me, then use others when I’m a Warden,
am I here? but he and my Uncle spend half
He’s doing just what I do when the credits from my job on sul-
absorbed in one of my own pro- fadiazole, to which they’ve be-
jects, and I admire the intensity come addicted.
with which he works: it’s mag- “You’ve no sense of responsi-
nificent. Yes, I’m jealous of it. I bility,” the Warden says. Per-
burn with rage and jealousy. He haps he’s coming close to time
has abandoned me to be Martha for conjunction again, and this
and I wish I were myself again, makes him more concerned about
free in shape and single in mind. my stability.
Not this sack of mud clinging to My Uncle says, “Oh, he’s
another. Yet teaching me
he’s young, leave him alone. As long
that it’s good
to cling to another. as he turns over most of those
I’m exhausted from strange dis- pay credits to us. Though what
ciplines.Perhaps he’s tired, too; he uses the remainder for. I’ll
I sometimes he kneads
see that never know.”
the muscles of his stomach with I use it for clothes at the Col-
his hands, and closes his eyes. ony Exchange. Sometimes Arnie
The Warden sits me down on takes me out for an evening, us-
one of my rare evenings home, ually to the Laugh Tree Bar,
and talks angrily. “You’re mak- where the space crews, too, like
ing a mistake,” he says. “If the to relax. The bar is the place to
Doctor finds out what you are, find joy babies; young, pretty,
you’ll lose your job with the col- planet-born girls who work at the
ony. Besides, we never supposed Colony Punch Center during the
you’d have a liaison with only day, and spend their evenings
one man. You were supposed to here competing for the atten-
start with the Doctor, and go on tion of the officers. Sitting here
from there. We need every credit with Amie, I can’t distinguish a
his quarters Arnie carves, I read self, but it isn’t tragic. The koota,
tapes, the broken racer lies at her utility destroyed by a reces-
my feet. I pass through Terran sive gone, lies sleeping at my
history this way. When the clown foot. Is this tragedy? But she is
tumbles into the tub, I laugh. a sitigh' form, she can’t regener-
Terran history is full of clowns nlo (I lost limb, or exfoliate brain
down on her narrow, delicate must put him down, here with
paws. I look into the distance his carvings and his papers, and
too: bright beaches and Amie, I must go home. But I lift Arnie
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in my arms, and call the koota, screen in his mind. I am not,
who gets up rather stiffly. It’s really, Martha. Though I tried.
long after dark, and I carry him “We can’t have him here,” the
slowly, carefully, home to what Warden says. “You better get
he called a crystal palace, where him out of here. You couldn’t
the Warden and my Uncle are explain a corpse like that to the
teaching each other to play chess colonists,if they come looking
with a set some space captain for him. They’ll think we did
gave them in exchange for seed something to him. It’s nearly
crystals. They sit in a bloom of time for my next conjunction, do
light, sparkling, their old brains you want your nephew to arrive
bent over the chessmen, as I in disgrace? The Uncles will
breathe open the door and carry drain his bank.”
Amie in. The Warden gets up and comes
First, my Uncle gives me just over to me. He takes hold of my
a glance, but then another glance, dark curls and pulls me to my
and a hard stare. “Is that the feet. It hurts my physical me,
Doctor?” he asks. which is Martha. God knows
I put Amie down and hold one Amie, I’m Martha, it seems to
of his cold hands. “Warden,” I me. “Take him back to his quar-
say, on my knees, on eye level ters,” the Warden says to me.
with the chessboard and its “And come back here immed-
carved men. “Warden, can you iately. I’ll try to see you back to
put him in one of the banks?” your own pattern, but it may be
The Warden turns to look at too late. In part, Iblame myself.
me, as hard as my Uncle. If you must know. So I will try.”
“You’ve become deranged, try- Yes, yes, I want to say to him;
ing to maintain two lobes,” he as I was, dedicated, free; turn me
says. “You cannot reconstitute back into myself, I never wanted
or recreate a Terran by our to be anyone else, and now I
methods, and you must know it.” don’t know if I am anyone at
“Over the edge, over the all. The light’s gone from his
edge,” my Uncle says, nov/ a eyes and he doesn’t see me, or
blond, six-foot, hearty male Ter- see anything, does he?
ran, often at the Laugh Tree with
one of the joy babies. He enjoys pick him up and breathe the
life, his own or someone else’s. I door out, and go back through
I have, too, I suppo.se. I fad- Am the night to his quarters, where
ing? I am, really, just one of Ar- the lamp still burns. I’m going
nie’s projections, a form on a to leave him here, where he be-
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Open The Shy
by ROBERT SILVERBERG
Illustrated by MORROW
Vorst had watched them lift the I For some fifty years the sur-
dome and thrust their
of a skull geons here at Vorst’s Santa Fe
scalpels of light deep into the research center had prepared for
wrinkled gray mass. There were it by meddling with the brains of
ten billion neurons in that block cats and monkeys and dolphins.
of tissue, and an infinity of axonal Now they had at last begun oper-
terminals and dendritic receptors. ating on human subjects. The
The surgeons hoped to rearrange patient on the table was a mid-
the synaptic nets of that brain, dle-grade esper, a precog with
altering the protein-molecular poor timebinding ability; his life
switchgear to render the patient expectancy was on the order of
more useful to Vorst’s plan. six months, and then a burnout
Folly, the old man thought. He could be anticipated. The precog
kept his pessimism to himself knew all about that, which was
and sat quietly, listening to the why he had volunteered to be
pulsing of the blood in his own the subject. The most skilful sur-
glossy artificial arteries. geons in the world were at work
What they were doing down on him.
there was remarkable, of course. There were only two things
Summoning all the resources of wrong with the project, Vorst
modern microsurgery, the lead- knew;
ing men of the Noel Vorst Cen- It was not likely to succeed.
ter for the Biological Sciences And it was not at all necessary
were altering the protein-protein in the first place.
molecular recognition patterns You do not tell a group of
within a human brain. Twist the dedicated men, however, that
circuits about a bit; change the their life’s work is pointless. Be-
transsynaptic structures to build sides, there was always the faint
a better link between pre- and hope that they might artificially
postsynaptic membranes; shunt create a pusher — a telekinetic
individual synaptic inputs from — down there. So Vorst dutifully
one dendritic tree to another; in attended the operation. The men
short, reprogram the brain to on the amphitheater floor knew
make capable of doing what-
it that the Founder’s numinous
•
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ly down on them, cushioned ''T^he surgeons were bending low
against the pull of Earth by the ^tover the exposed brain down
webfoam cradle that sheltered there. Vorst could not see what
his ancient limbs. they were doing. A pickup em-
Thelenses of his eyes were bedded in a surgical instrument
synthetic. The coils of his intes- relayed the scene to a lambent
tines had been fashioned from screen on the level of the viewing
laboratory polymers. The stoutly gallery, but even the enlarged
pumping heart came from an or- image did not tell Vorst much.
gan bank. Little remained of the Baffled and bored, he retained
originalNoel Vorst but the brain his look of lively interest all the
itself,which was intact though same.
awash with the anticoagulants Quietly he pushed a communi-
that preserved it from disabling cator stud on his armrest and
strokes. said, “Is Coordinator Kirby go-
“Are you comfortable, sir?” the ing to get here soon?”
pale young acolyte at his side “He’s talking to Venus, sir.”
asked. “Who’s he speaking to? Laz-
“Perfectly. Are you?” Vorst arus or Mondschein?”
answered in a bantering tone. “Mondschein, sir. I’ll teU him
The acolyte smiled at Vorst’s to come to you as sOon as he’s
little joke. He was only twenty off.”
years old, and full of pride be- Vorst smiled. Protocol suggest-
cause it was his turn to accom- ed that such high-level negotia-
pany the Founder on his daily tions be carried on at the admin-
round. istrative level, between the execu-
Vorst liked young people tives and not between the proph-
.-'bout him. They were tremen- ets. So the second-in-commands
dously in awe of him, naturally, were speaking: Flemispheric Co-
hut they managed to be warm ordinator Reynolds Kirby on be-
and respectful without canoniz- half of the Vorsters of Earth, and
ing him. Within his body there Christopher Mondschein for the
throbbed the contributions of Harmonists who ran Venus. But
many a young Vorster volunteer: in time it would be necessary to
a film of lung tissue from one, a close the deal with a conference
retina from another, kidnejrs between those most closely in
from a pair of twins. He was a tune with the Eternal Oneness,
patchwork man, and he carried and that would be the task of
the flesh of his movement about Vorst and Lazarus.
with him. ... to close the deal . . .
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turies for the newborn; perehaps real space, but they did not ne-
more, for no one could be certain cessarily apply to the events of
that immortality had been achiev- the paranormal world. To Noel
ed until a few millennia of test- Vorst, it had seemed that the
ing had elapsed. The Brother- only route to the stars was the
hood could offer a reasonable extra-sensory one. So he had
facsimile of life eternal, at any gathered espers of all varieties at
rate, and that was a sufficient Santa Fe, and for generations
redemption of the promissory now had carried on breeding pro-
note on which the whole move- grams and genetic manipulations.
ment had been founded a hun- The Brotherhood had spawned
dred years before. an interesting variety of espers,
The other goal, though the — but none with the talent of trans-
stars —
had given the Brother- porting physical bodies through
hood a harder pursuit. space. While on Venus the tele-
kinetic mutation had happened
TV yTan was locked into his solar spontaneously, an ironic bypro-
system by the limiting ve- duct of the adaptation of human
locity of light. Chemical-fueled life to that world.
rockets and even ion-drive ships Venus was beyond direct Vor-
simply took too long to get about. ster control. It, too, had come
Mars and Venus were within easy under a theocracy, but its rulers
reach, but the cheerless outer were the Harmonists, a Vorster
planets were not, and the round heresy founded 75 years before
trip to the nearest star would take by one David Lazarus. Lazarus
a few decades by current tech- had been quickly martyred, or so
nology, nine years even at the it had been thought until a dozen
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“Yes,” Vorst agreed, “but I ly tried to walk any more, and
still can’t wait any longer. The rolled along in his cradling net
Venusians have the men we need. of webfoam. Kirby still pre-
It’s time to win them over.” ferred to use his feet, though
Patiently Kirby had wooed he was nearly as ancient as Vorst.
the heretics. There were signs of The sight of the two of them
progress in the negotiations, now. promenading through the plazas
In view of the failure of the of the research center always
operation, the need for an agree- stirred attention.
ment with Venus was more ur- “You aren’t disturbed over the
gent. failure just now?” Kirby asked.
“Come with me,” Vorst said, “Why should I be? I told you
as the dead patient was wheeled it was too soon for success.”
away. “They’re testing that gar- “What about this gargoyle?
goyle today, and I want to Any hope?”
watch.” “Our hope,” Vorst said quietly,
Kirby followed the Founder “is Venus. They already have
out of the amphitheater. Aco- the pushers.”
lytes were close by in case of “Then why keep trying to de-
trouble. Vorst, these days, rare- velop them here?”
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anasia heap with this one, Kirby Kirby shuddered. These two
thought. But yet Vorst hoped bland espers had peered within
that such a monster would take the mind of that crippled thing,
him to the stars! and that in itself ^ould have
“Begin the examination,” Vorst been enough to dirivd their souls.
murmured. To see, for an empathic mom-
ent, what it was like to be a
\ pair of espers came forward, thirteen-year-old human gar-
general-purpose types; a goyle, to look out upon the
slick young woman with frizzy world through those clouded
hair, and a plump, sad-faced eyes —But they were all busi-
I
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a fanatic and even as a megalo- Delphine. Do your trick. Take
maniac. But a cool, rational me along. I’ve said too much
megalomaniac, and a successful today.”
one. He had been willing to stop Shyly, the girl composed her-
at nothing to gain his ends, and self for her great effort. She had
he was just enough of a precog more control than most of her
to know that he was going to kind, Vorst knew. Whereas most
gain them. of the precogs eventually slipped
their moorings, Delphine had
TTe said, “It’s a big responsi- clung to her powers and her life
bility, setting out to trans- and had reached what was, for
form the world. A man has to be her kind of esper, a ripe old
a little daft to attempt it or even age. She would burn out, too,
to think he can attempt it. But one day, when she overreached
it helps to know what the out- herself.But up to now she had
come must be. One doesn’t feel been invaluable to Vorst, his
so idiotic, knowing that he’s crystal ball, the most helpful of
simply acting out the inevitable."’ allthe floaters who had aided
“It takes the challenge out of him in plotting his course. And
life,’’ said the esper. if she could hold out just a
“Ah, Delphine, you touch the while longer, until he saw his
gaping wound! But you’d know, route past the final obstacles, the
of course. How dreary it is to be long journey would end and they
playing out your ov/n script, both could rest.
aware of what’s ahead. At least She released her grip on the
I’ve had the m»ercy of uncertain- present and moved into that
ty inthe small things. I can’t realm where all moments are
see very much myself, so I have nov/.
to hitchhike with floaters like Vorst watched, and waited,
you, and the visions aren’t clear. and felt the girl taking him along
But you see clearly, don’t you, as she began her time-shuttling.
Delphine? You’ve been along He could not initiate the journey
your own world-line. Have you himself, but he could follov/.
seen your own burnout yet, Del- Mists enfolded him, and he
phine?’’ swung dizzily along the line of
The esper’s cheeks colored. She time, as he had done so often
looked at the floor silently. before. He saw himself, here and
“I’m sorry, Delphine,” Vorst here, and saw others, shadow-
said. “I had not right to ask figures, dream-figures, lurking
tliat. I retract it. Turn on for me. behind the curtains of time.
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“We need them.”
“So do we.”
Vorst made use of the interval
to flood his body with stimulants.
He was tingling, palpitating with
vigor by the time his reply was
due. He said, “David, I own
you. I made you and I want you.
I put you to sleep in 2090 when
you were nothing, an upstart, and
I brought you back to life in
2152 and gave you a world. You
owe me everything. Now I’m
calling that obligation. I’ve been
waiting a hundred years to reach
this position. You people finally
have the espers who can send my
people to the stars. Whatever the
personal cost at your end, I want
you to send them.”
The strain of that speech left
Vorst dizzy with fatigue. But he
had time to recover. Time to
think, to v/ait for the reply. He
had made his gamble, and now
it was up to Lazarus. Vorst did
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es after a fatiguing day, while an which Vorst beckoned him.
esper therapist combed the snags Strong fingers in the upholstery
from his soul. grasped him and began to knead
Ordinarily, Kirby did not tol- the tension out of him.
erate interruptions of such ses- Vorst said, “I’ll be calling a
sions. At his age, he needed all council meeting in a little while
the peace he could get. He had to ratify the steps I’ve just taken.
been born too early to share But before the entire group
the quasi-immortality of the gathers, I want to discuss things
younger generations; his body with you.”
could not snap back to vitality
the way a 22nd-century man’s T^irby’s expression was guard-
body could, for he had not had ed. After decades with Vorst,
the benefit of a century of Vors- he could supply an instant trans-
ter research when he was born. lation: I’ve done something auth-
There was one exception to Kir- oritarian, Vorst was saying, and
by’s rule, however: a summons I’m going to call in everybody
from Vorst took precedence over to rubber-stamp an okay on it,
everything, even a session of but first I’m going to force a
needed therapy. rubber-stamping out of you. Kir-
The therapist knew it. Deftly by was prepared to acquiesce in
he brought the session to a pre- whatever Vorst had done. He
mature close and fortified Kirby was not a weak man by nature,
for his return to the tensions of but one did not dispute the do-
the world. In less than half an ings of Vorst. The last one who
hour, the Coordinator was on his had seriously attempted to try
way to the white dome-roofed was Lazarus, who had slept in
building where Vorst made his a box on Mars for sixty years as
headquarters. a result.
Vorst looked shaky. Kirby had wary silence Vorst
Into Kirby’s
never seen the Founder look so murmured, “I’ve talked to Laz-
drained of strength. The vault arus and closed the deal. He’s
of Vdrst’s forehead was like the agreed to supply us with push-
roof of a skull, and the dark ers, as many as we need. It’s
eyes blazed with a peculiar dis- possible we’ll have an interstel-
comfiting intensity. A low pump- lar expedition on its way by the
ing sound was evident in the end of the year.”
room: Vorst’s machinery, feed- “I feel a little numb at that,
ing strength to the ancient body. Noel.”
Kirby took the seat toward “Anticlimatic, isn’t it? For a
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threatening to call the party off The two of you will work out
if we don’t play the game your some kind of communicant re-
way. There are others bound up lation between the Harmonists
in the Brotherhood too.” and the Brotherhood. It won’t
To Kirby’s surprise, Vorst be too hard; the rituals are sim-
looked merely amused at the ilar enough. Ten years and any
harsh accusation. “I think you’re be gone.
lingering bitterness will
misinterpreting my words,” he And I’ll be a dozen light-years
said. “I don’t mean to say that away, safely out of your path,
unless I go along. I’ll halt the unable to meddle, living in re-
expedition. I mean that the use tirement. Out to pasture on
of Lazarus’s espers is contingent World X of System Y. Yes?”
on my leaving. If I’m not aboard
that capsule, he won’t lend his CtT don’t believe any of this,
pushers.” -fi- Noel. That you’d abdicate
For the second time in ten after a century, go swooshing off
minutes Kirby was rocked by to nowhere with a bunch of pio-
amazement. This time there was neers, live in a log cabin on an
pain, too, for he was aware that unknown planet at age 150 —”
there had been a betrayal. “Start believeing it,” said
“Is that the deal you made, Vorst. For the first time in the
Noel?” conversation the old whiplash
“It was a fair to pay.
price tone returned to his voice. “I’m
A shift of power long over-
is going. It’s decided. In a sense,
due. I step out of the picture; I have gone.”
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VI “It’s a trap,” said Emory
gloomily. “Keep away from it,
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ent boundaries? billion years of lifeon Earth.
A saw-winged bird, faintly “Prepare the capsule,” Vorst
luminous in the midday dusk, had instructed Brother Capodi-
shot diagonally across the sky monte, “ as though the sun were
just above the treetop canopy. going nova next month and we
One of the young pushers looked had to save what was important.”
up, grinned, caught the bird and Capodimonte, who had been an
sent itwhirling half a mile anthropologist before turning to
through the clouds. A squawk the Brotherhood, had his own
of rage, distant but audible, fil- ideas about the contents of such
tered back. an ark, but he kept them separ-
Lazarus said, “The deal is ate from his concept of what
closed. We help Vorst, and Vorst Vorst required. Quietly, a sub-
goes. Etone?” committee of Brothers had
“Done,” said Mondschein planned the interstellar expedi-
quickly. tion on a someday-far-away bas-
“Done,” Martell murmured, is decades ago, and had re-
scuffing at the grayish moss that planned it several times, so that
festooned the ground. Capodimonte had the benefit of
“Claude?” Lazarus asked. the thinking of other men. That
Emory scowled. He peered at was a comfort to him.
a long-limbed boy, returning There were troublesome ele-
from a jaunt to some other con- ments of mystery about the pro-
tinent, who materialized no more ject. He did not, for example,
than six yards away. Emory’s know the nature of the world
narrow-featured face looked dark to which the pioneers were
with tension. bound. No one did. There was
“Done,” he said. no telling, at this distance, whe-
ther it really could harbor Ter-
VII ran-style life.
Astronomers had founds hun-
'y^he capsule was an obelisk of dreds of planets scattered through
beryllium steel, fifty feet other systems. Some could dim-
high, an uncertain ark to send ly be picked up by telescopic
across the sea of stars. It con- sensors; others could only be in-
tained living quarters for eleven, ferred from computations of dis-
a computer of uncomfortably turbed stellar orbits. But the
awe-inspiring abilities and a sub- planets were there. Would they
miniattwized treasury of all that welcome Earthmen?
was worth salvaging from two Only one planet out of nine
tion. Five men, five women, and “We’ve reached the fulfillment
Vorst. All of the others under level of our evolutionary
first
forty, healthy, capable, resilient. stages,” Kirby. “Now we
said
And Vorst. The Founder’s quar- need to extend our mythology.
ters aboard the capsule were Symbolically, Vorst’s departure
comfortable, but it was lunacy is invaluable to us. He ascends
to think of that old man plung- into the sky, leaving us to carry
ing into the universe like this. on his work and go on to new
purposes. If he remained, we’d
Qupervisor Mangus, the Eu- begin to mark time. Now we can
^ uropaan Coordinator, step- use his glorious example to in-
ped to Kirby’s side. He was a spire us. With Vorst leading the
.<3m.all, sharp-featured man who, way to the new worlds, we who
like most of the other leaders of remain can build on the founda-
the Brotherhood, had served in tion he bequeathes us.”
its ranks over seventy years. “You sound as though you be-
“He’s actually going,” Mangus lieve it.”
said. “I do,” said Kirby. “I didn’t,
“Soon. Yes. No doubt of it.” at first. But Vorst was right. He
“Did you speak to him this said I’d understand why
he was
morning?” going, and I came He’s
to sec it.
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apodimonte moved toward who had devised those words sat
them. “Everything’s ready,” hidden within the walls of that
he announced. “I’ve got the word teardrop of steel in the center of
from Lazarus that the pushers the gathering.
are in series.” The flare of the Blue Fire was
“Whatabout our guidance the signal to the Venusians in
people?” Kirby asked. their nearby dome. Now was
“They’ve been ready for an their moment to gather their
hour.” power and hurl the capsule out-
Kirby looked toward the ward, planting man’s hand on a
gleaming capsule. “Might as well new world in the stars.
get it over with, then.” “What are they waiting for?”
“Yes,” Capodimonte said. Magnus asked querulously.
“Might as well.” “Maybe it won’t happen,” said
Lazarus, Kirby knew, was Capodimonte.
waiting for a signal from him. Kirby said nothing. And then
From now on, all signals would itbegan to happen.
come from him. But that thought
no longer disturbed him. He had IX
adjusted to the situation. He was
in command. irby had not quite known
Symbolic regalia cluttered the what to expect. In his fan-
field —
Harmonist ikons, a big tasies of the scene, he had pic-
cobalt reactor, the paraphernalia tured a dozen capering Venus-
of both the cults that now were ians dancing around the capsule,
merging. Kirby gestured to an holding hands, their foreheads
acolyte, and moderator rods were bulging with the effort of lifting
withdrawn. The reactor surged the vehicle and hurling it out of
into life. the world. But the Venusians
The Blue Fire danced high were nowhere to be seen; they
above the reactor, and its glow were off in their dome, several
stained the hull of the capsule. hundred yards away, and Kirby
CoUl light, Cerenkov radiation, suspected that they were neither
the Vorster symbol, sparkled on holding hands nor showing out-
the iilaleau, and all through the ward signs of strain.
walrhmg multitude ran the In his reveries, too, he had im-
so\im<In of devotion, the whispered agined the capsule taking off the
litanies, was tlie murmured re- way a rocket would, rising a few
capilnliitionn of the stations of feet from the ground, wobbling
th«> s|ii'(lnim. While the man a bit, rising a little more, sudden-
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Could you write
for television?
By Max Shulman
X rankly, I don’t know. But this I do know: story (or documentary or commercial) in
when I was running the Dobie Gillis show, quick, visual sequences the knack ol
, . ,
I often paid $2,500 and more for scripts thinking and writing with a lens!
turned out by people who should have been Through a series of carefully planned
arrested for impersonating writers- assignments, you learn as you write— giiideil
How such people got to be high-priced by our own specially organized textbooks.
TV writers .is not as mysterious as it seems. Your assignments are painstakingly cdiled
Television is an insatiable maw into which and revised by our staff of instructors, theni-
scripts must be fed at a rate unprecedented selves all professional writers. Under onr
in the history of entertainment. It is a grate- supervision, an instructor works with you
ful producer indeed who consistently gets by mail, much as a producer or editor works
scripts which have been written with real with an established writer.
understanding of television’s powers and
limitations. Do you have an aptitude for writing?
To help train new TV writers, I joined
with Rod Serling (creator of The Twilight To help you (and us) decide whether you’ve
Zone, winner of five Emmy Awards) and got the stufi' to be a writer, we have worked
ten other leading authors* to start the up a revealing aptitude test. The coupon
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terested in writing, could take in their own ligation to do so.
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Mr.
of television. You learn to build interesting, Mrs
Miss (please print)
believable characters; how to write dialogue
that rings true; how to plot convincingly.
Therf you develop the specialized approach
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