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SCIINCI fiCTION AND fACT
Vol. CXXXII No.9 Next Issue on Sale
September 2012 July 24, 2012
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NOVELETTES
DONE THAT, NEVER BEEN THERE, Brad Aiken. _______ 6
ELMIRA, 1895, Michael F, F lynn 42
THE VOICES, Alec Nevala-Lee 53
RENT IN SPACE, Susan Forest 68
SHORT STORIES
MY THUNDERSTANDING, Carl Frederick _______ 81
THE LONG VIEW, Jerry Oltion 92
SCIENCE FACT
SIGMA: SUMMING U P SPECULATION, Arlan Andrews, Sr, _______ 36
READER'S DEPARTMENTS
THE EDITOR'S PAGE ______ 2
IN TIMES TO COME 35
THE ALTERNATE VIEW, Jeffery D, Kooistra ______ 65
THE REFERENCE LIBRARY, Don Sakers 100
BRASS TACKS 105
U PCOMING EVENTS, Anthony Lewis 108
IS LEARNING OBSOLETE?
I
n December 2011, The New York Times a bit improbable-but I also think it misses
did an experiment whose gist, if not its some profoundly important points.
methodology, would be quite familiar to Before tackling the profoundly important,
most science fiction readers. In conjunc let's consider some of the more obvious quib
tion with a special "Future of Computing" edi bles that might need to be raised. First of all,
tion of the Thesday "Science Times," readers for at least some of history, there's an impor
were asked to participate in constructing an tant distinction between public and private
interactive, crowd-sourced timeline of possi knowledge. Taken literally, the prognosticator
ble future technological developments and in the Times seems to be saying that on that
when they might occur. Starting with some glorious day all knowledge will be public.
predictions tossed out by a diverse group of Maybe that will be tme of all new knowledge,
experts chosen by Times editors, anybody if his supernet-to-every-brain linkage works
who cared to could add new ideas or modifi both ways and everything that goes on in
cations of the ones already there, such as every individual's brain is instantly added to
changing the date when an event was expect the common pool. Under those conditions,
ed to occur. The idea (which will remind not only will everybody have instant access to
many of Wikipedia) is that by throwing it everything in that pool, but everybody else
open to aU, readers' areas of expertise would will have instant access to everything he or
complement each other and lead to progres she might have available for addition to it
sive refinement of the ideas-and eventually, (whether he wants them to or not).
perhaps, some degree of consensus. But that will not be tme of all knowledge
You can read a fuller description of what, discovered or created in the past. Only a hand
why, and how it was done, and sixteen of the ful of other people have ever known (and very
results that emerged from it, in the "Science few would care) that one evening in the 1960s
Times" for December 13.' I saw a triple rainbow over Central Parkway in
self, however, is not my primary concern Cincinnati. I'm not sure I've ever mentioned it
here.I've described it to this extent only by in writing before, but if I hadn't done it now, I
way of introduction, to establish a context for find it hard to imagine how it could find its
the one prediction on which I do want to way into that hypothetical future supercom
comment. puter. What you or I had for breakfast last
It happens to be the last one, identified as Thursday is even less likely to be recorded for
"Collective Learning," forecast for 2259, and posterity, or to have any Significance to any
described thus in words attributed to "Red body in 2259-but any science fiction writer
Dog of Florida": could easily imagine a way it could hold the
'''Old knowledge will not have to be key to some great mystery.
learned; only new knowledge will need to be Okay, okay, I know that's not what the
created. Learning will become obsolete. All writer meant-but it is, strictly speaking, in
known knowledge will be contained on a su cluded in what he said. We could also pick at
percomputer. Individuals can download all what is meant by "known knowledge." Some
known knowledge pertaining to any subject people claim to know that the world was cre
directly to the brain.'" ated abruptly in 4004 BC; others claim to
Part of that I can accept as quite plaUSible, if know that it was much earlier than that (and
1 "Imagining 2076: Connecting Your Brain to the Internet, " by Thomas Lin and Jonathan Huang.
2
SEPTEMBER 201 2
the process was quite different). Which, if ei that, too, but you still face the question of
ther, of those statements-or the many other which pieces of it are worth your time and
opinions that various individuals may hold on thought.
the subject-should we consider "knowl And with that we come finally to the central
edge'" Presumably they'll all be in that super problem with this whole idea that learning
computer, available to all and sundry. But how will be obsolete: Given easy access to an
is a person trying to use that information to ocean of information, how do you know
decide which parts of it are reliable? which droplets of it might actually be relevant
It's what might be called "the Wikipedia to something you want to do' How will you
problem," and those who foresee this vast even know what you want to do?
community pool of information apparently as The problem is analogous to what users of
sume that it will generate its own more re the internet already face, but on a much larger
fined version of a "Wikipedia solution." That scale and with greater personal immediacy.
is, anybody can add anything to the aggregate, With this computer on my lap (how would
but if somebody adds a bit of nonsense, it will that sentence sound to a reader of this maga
be drowned out by a chorus of corrections zine seventy years ago?), a few keystrokes can
from others who know better. take me in a figurative f lash to a vast array of
Well, maybe; it's a valiant hope, anyway. But information and misinformation on just about
the fact is that people can be quite stubborn any subject. Not everything; nobody has yet
about clinging to beliefs once their minds are scanned in every written document every
made up, and I suspect the supercomputer published, much less the huge numbers of un
that we're told will make learning obsolete published letters, diaries, rejected stories, and
will harbor lots of clumps of more or less self shopping lists languishing in attics and long
consistent but mutually contradictory asser untouched desk drawers. The Times forecast
tions on any number of subjects. My example ers, if taken literally, evidently believe that
shows that that's fully possible, even easy, eventually that will happen. But the main dif
even on subjects that lend themselves to rig ference they foresee is that instead of bother
orOlIS scientific analysis. The situation is far ing with keystrokes at all, all that stored infor
worse in such largely subjective areas as liter mation will be right at the mental fingertips of
ary and artistic criticism, in which a dozen anyone who wants it.
learned men can pontificate impressively on But in general, you'll only know that you
the same subject while expressing such differ want it if you can see how it might relate to
ent opinions about it that it's hard to believe something else that you already knOw.
they're talking about the same thing. Which means that you have to already
Not a problem, you may say; in such a case know something.
we are talking not only about the object in This is especially true of creative work.Peo
question-say, a painting or a play-but about ple who haven't done much of it sometimes
the opinions of various scholars about the ob imagine that creation is something that
ject, and it's instructive to compare and con springs full-blown and without antecedents
trast those. There's probably some truth in from the minds of Creative People. In fact, the
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Is LEARNING OBSOLETE? 3
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vast majority of creation depends at least part connection, he had to know about the cloud
ly on looking at two or more things that al chamber, and he had to know about beer. He
ready exist, and that may appear unrelated, couldn't rely on a supercomputer to do his
and seeing a new way they might fit together drinking for him.
to generate something new. I've experienced other examples myself. My
If that seems vague, consider some exam novels The Sins of the Fathers and Lifehoat
ples. Everybody has heard the tale of how Earth grew in part out of a couple of seeming
Isaac Newton's theory of gravitation was in ly unrelated bits of information 1 had run
spired by watching a falling apple and think across in my reading. One was somebody's ob
ing about whether its motion and that of the servation that if a supernova that was seen
Moon might be governed by the same force. from Earth in 1885 had occurred just a few
The story is often laughingly dismissed as a years later, or if astronomical instrufllentation
cute myth , but (at least according to Isaac Asi had been a few years more advanced, we
mov) Newton himself claimed it was true would know a lot more about supernovas
and I've seen enough similar examples to find than we did. The other was the fact that galax
it eminently credible. The important paint ies sometimes experience massive core explo
here is that to make his historic leap, he had sions. What do those have to do with each
to know about the apple and he had to know other' I modestly suggest that you read the
about the Moon, before it could occur to him books' to find out, but for the time being the
that there might be a connection between important point is that the germ of the books
them. might never have occurred to me if I hadn't
A more recent scientific exanlple is Donald known about the supernova remark when I
Glaser's 1952 invention of the bubble cham read about galactic core explosions, or vice
ber, for which he received a Nobel prize in versa.
1960 and which became a major tool for ex Another example, which you'd find harder
perimental research in high-energy particle to get your hands on but perhaps an even bet
physics. He thought of it as a variation on the ter illustration, is a little piece of music I wrote
principle of C. T. R. Wilson's earlier cloud which has been played by a brass quintet I be
chamber, and he got the idea while watching long to, but which I've never bothered to pub
the bubbles in a glass of beer. To make the lish. Its idea (for better or worse) hit me on a
2 Which, by the way, are currently available from FoxAcre Press in both print and e-book editions.
4 STANLEY SCHMIDT
SEPTEMBER 201 2
long-ago backpacking trip on which two of the world you live in. Suppose you read in a
friends, my wife, and I were living largely on story that the heroine "stepped out of the
freshly caught cutthroat trout. "Hmm," the woods into a field of tall grass surrounded by
imp within me thought, "Franz Schubert rhododendron and flame azalea in full bloom,
wrote the 'Trout Quintet.' I have a quintet at and heard a red-tailed hawk scream as it
my disposal. . . . " So I wrote the "Cutthroat passed over." You get a much more vivid men
Quintet," which starts out as a straightforward tal picture and feeling of being there if you
transcription of Schubert's piece-but when know what rhododendron and f lame azalea
the eponymous theme is repeated at the be look like, and what a red-tailed hawk sounds
ginning, "Mack the Knife" starts sneaking in like, than if you don't.Without that knowl
on the tuba and tries to take over. edge, the writer might as well have just said
It would never have occurred to me to con "flowering bushes and a nob)' bird."
coct such an esoteric joke if! hadn't known Finally, there are important differences be
something about cutthroat trout, Schubert's tween learning facts, developing insights into
quintet, and "Mack the Knife." And nobody in their relationships, and learning skills. Yes,
the audience would get the joke unless they you can easily imagine a worldwide shared
had that knowledge. The reason I say that this database in which you can instantly look up
may be a better illustration of my central point the meaning of any Portuguese word or the
is that not only the creation of the piece, but fingering of any note on an English horn. But
also its understanding b y the audience de if you want to actually speak Portuguese, or
pends on both creator and listener having cer play an English horn, that's not enough. You
tain knowledge. Knowing only that all that in must engrave a goodly supply of Portuguese
formation was available on a supercomputer words, along with the ways their meanings
would do nothing to make the joke work. take different shades in different contexts and
Actually, much of art and literature, not only the ways they combine into sentences, direct
comedic but serious, relies on audiences ly into your nervous system, so that when you
knowing enough to recognize allusions of var want to have a conversation, your thoughts
ious sorts. Through much of history writers emerge as good Portuguese sentences with
have freely used references to classical litera out having to look up words and granlmatical
ture, which worked only because educated mles.
readers were expected to-and did-recog In other words, you must learn the lan
nize them. In contemporary A nalog's pages, guage. That database envisioned by the Times
writers (H. G. Stratmann in particular comes survey participants could be a very useful aid
to mind) sometimes use sly allusions to earlier if you found yourself suddenly needing to say
literary, artistic, or musical works. You can en something that you'd never had occasion to
joy such a story even if you don't recognize say in Portuguese before, but it's not a substi
them, but you'll get more out of it if you do. tute for knowing the language itself.
Several of the humorous "P. D. Q. Bach" com In short, a worldwide database into which
positions of Peter Schickele depend for their anybody can dip at will, without dependence
effect on listeners' recognizing numerous on external interfacing devices, would be a
themes he � borrowed from other com very useful tool for learning, and supplement
posers. to learning-but it will never be a substitute
It isn't just knowledge of earlier art that can for learning .•
enhance your understanding and appreciation
of the piece you're looking at; it's knowledge Copyright © 2012 Stanley Schmidt
Is LEARNING OBSOLETE? 5
There
Brad Aiken
I
'd cleared my schedule for the rest of the af She cleared her throat and motioned to
ternoon; didn't want the distraction of pa ward her neck as if she was straightening an
tients waiting for me while my interview imaginary tie.
with that annoying little dweeb of a re "Ah, right." I buttoned my top shirt button,
porter dragged on past the scheduled time, as snugged up the brown and blue paisley tie
it undoubtedly would. The office door was that had been hanging loosely around my
ajar as I signed off on some of the endless neck, and pulled down on the lapels of my
charts backlogged on my system while I wait white lab coat.
ed for him to show. It was a welcome relief She gave me a nod of approval, then disap
when my secretary, Doris, poked her head in. peared behind the door. A few seconds later a
"Mr.Green is here, Dr. Bennett." She gave tall stick of a man, forty-something with short
me a knowing wink with those familiar green cropped wavy red hair, came bounding into
eyes that used to drive me wild, but now only my office, then paused just inside the door.
kindled the comfort of familiarity. Still, she "Sorry I'm late." The apology came from a
carried her fifty-six years much better than I face full of freckles and the kind of milky
carried mine, and her youthful vigor helped white skin you can never expose to the sun
me deceive myself as long as there were no for very long. He waited an awkward moment
mirrors around. for acceptance that never came, then hurried
I tapped on the pad in front of me, and the over to my desk and extended his right hand.
image suspended over my desk disappeared "Tarin Green."
back into whatever genie-box the IT guys had I curled the edges of my lips as far down my
it programmed to pop out of. "Show hinl in." chin as I could force them; didn't reach out for
6
SEPTEMBER 2012
his hand just yet. "Who the hell are you?" from 240,000 miles away. "
A brighter red f illed the spaces between his What I had done was no great secret. It had
ruddy freckles. "I . . .uh . . . we .. . have a garnered far more press than any robotic
meeting, an interview. Don't we?" surgery procedure should have warranted. It
I've had half a dozen interviews with promi wasn't really any different than the remote
nent reporters over my career and it's not easy surgery we do for cruise ship passengers, Arc
to make them sweat, but I seem to have suc tic explorers, and those who choose to live
ceeded rather quickly this time. The glow of their lives in the solitude of remote locations
his cheeks brightened as I enjoyed the mo aU over Earth. But the media had made me out
ment. to be some kind of hero: the man who con
He stammered, "My, uh, secretary said vinced everyone that they could safely venture
you'd agreed to . . . " to the Moon. As if the lack of a surgeon was
My laughter broke the mold of the scowl I the only danger. But after those stories were
had been trying so hard to maintain. I stood plastered all over the Net, NASA had no trou
and reached out to shake his hand. "That I did. ble getting workers to sign up to go to the
And we do. Though for the life of me, I can't Moon and start constmction on Moon Base Al
imagine why. ' pha.
He stared blankly at my hand for a long in When I'd performed that first operation,
stant, then took it. His grip was cold and clam there were twelve hearty souls paving the
my, but his handshake was vigorous. way, living out of a dome no bigger than my
"You're a hero, doctor. A genuine hero. " apartment. Since then, MBA had grown to one
"Uh, thanks. " hundred and twenty-three residents-a di
I pried my hand loose and relaxed into the verse group that was beginning to resemble a
high-back swivel chair that made doing all my small town, though still housed in one large
e-charting somewhat less intolerable. I central complex.
couldn't help but notice Green rubbing his Green swayed subtly in his chair, a motion
hands along the sides of his pants legs, right no doubt caused by the habitual twitch of one
index f inger oddly extended, as he took a seat leg crossed over the other, the sight of which I
in one of the plaid c1oth-covered chairs across was mercifully spared by the desk between us.
the desk from me, then patted at the right It seemed an odd habit for such a seasoned re
chest pocket of his beige tweed jacket. Awful porter.
ly jittery for a man that had no doubt been ex "My readers want to hear about that f irst
posed to far worse than the meager prank I'd operation. What was it like?"
just pulled."You okay?" As I was about to answer his question, I
His head jolted up. "Hmm? Oh . . . yeah, couldn't help but notice something was miss
fine. It's just, well, I've been looking forward ing. "Aren't you going to record any of this?"
to meeting you so much. To actually interview "Oh . . . uh . . . " He reached into his pocket
someone involved with the Moon Base pro and pulled out a flash recorder. "Right.
gram . . . " Thanks. " A quick laugh forced its way through
I looked him straight in the eye-the right his rigid lips. "You'd think I'd never done this
one, if you must know; always had a prefer before. " He tapped the recorder on, then gave
ence for the right one for some reason I refuse me a nod. "So what was it like, that f irst oper
to analyze. "You do realize, Mr. Green, that I ation you performed on a patient on the
have never actually been on the Moon. " Moon?"
"Well, yes. But, well, it's really just a matter I took a deep breath. I hadn't asked to be
of semantiCS, isn't it? I mean, it was you who the center of attention. I could do just f ine
performed the first major surgery there. " without the fame, thank you. But as much as I
"Sitting in there," I pointed to a walnut door wanted to kick this freckle-faced nerd out of
to my right, "strapped into the VR chair that my office, I knew that the only thing worse
controls the surgical robot bolted into the than the notoriety he was offering me was the
f loor of the operating theater on MBA. " venomous infamy I'd receive from his substan
"Just the same, you were the one who had tial group of fans if I treated him like the pest
the guts to tinker around in somebody's brain he was.
B BRAD AIKEN
SEPTEMBER 2012
"Don't they have like a million fail-safes for your operation on Susan Baker. And the back
that system?" ups, of course. Once I erase them, you can
"Supposed to. I guess they didn't work. have this." He waved the syringe in front of
They said it was a meteorite storm; one of me.His hair was danlp with sweat, but his re
them penetrated the hull of the building or solve was undeniable.
something. " 1 wasn't ready to die. Not yet. "Computer:
The numbness was creeping up my legs and On screen. "
I shifted again, with difficulty,my f ingers now The inlage popped up in front of me again.1
feeling the same burning tingle that had been gave it my access code and called up the f ile.
plaguing my legs. "Dual image, " I barked at the machine. A du
Green's ruby complexion had washed out plicate view came up facing Green. "Allow
and he was fidgeting with his collar, awk secondary access."
wardly trying to spread it with his left hand, Green puffed out a wisp of air. " S mart
get some air. " You feel it, don't you?" man. " He reached for the screen and entered
I squinted up at him, studied the pained ex the sequence of commands needed to wipe
pression on his face. No wonder the son the files; he did it with the alacrity of someone
afabitch had been so damn nervous. I reached who knew his way around computer code.
into the pen holder on my desk and pulled out "And the back-ups'"
a brushed stainless steel pen, longer and flat 1 could feel my breaths getting shallower,
ter than the others; started to fumble with it as and the muscles in my arms seemed to be
I tried to make some sense of all this. weighing down my hands rather than guiding
He watched my hands as 1 twisted the pen them. 1 accessed the automated back-up sys
clumsily between my fingers. "I am so sorry.I tem,the one that copied active records to the
wish there had been another way.1 ...1 really patient's permanent medical record file, as
do. " quickly as possible and turned control over to
The bastard actually sounded sincere, but Green.He was remarkably adept at his job, at
my jaw clenched tighter with every word he least the computer part of it. He seemed con
spewed, and 1 had to f ight to keep my focus. Siderably less comfortable with the hit-man
"What the hell did you do to me'" part.
He pressed his teeth against his lower lip. "Done," he announced."Screen off."
"It's a neurotoxin. See, when you shook my 1 mimicked his command and the image
hand .. . " He carefully peeled a clear form-fit vanished from over the desk.
ting liner off his right index finger, turned it "QUickly, " 1 said, motioning toward the
inside out, then dangled it gingerly in front of jacket pocket where he'd stashed the syringe.
me. "They said it would work quickly." He "I don't ...have ...much tinle." The breaths
dropped the contaminated liner into a plastic were coming faster now.
bag he'd pulled out of his jacket pocket, and Green pulled the syringe out slowly with
sealed it in."How long ago did you start to feel one hand and mopped his brow with the oth
it?" er. "I don't know, " he said, eyes fixed on the
'Just a few minutes." I went back to fidget orange liquid.
ing with the pen. "You got ... what you came for.You really
"Look, you've only got about another twen . .. want a murder rap ... on your hands." 1
ty minutes or so before all your muscles freeze laboriously stretched a hand toward his.
up. Your lungs will stop working a few min He pulled back. 1 could feel his sense of hu
utes after that." He paused and took a deep manity giving way to self-preservation. As he
breath."Unless ..." He pulled a syringe out of started to draw his hand back, 1 swung my
his pocket. It was f illed with a dark orange liq arm up as straight as possible while activating
uid. "We get this antidote into you." the beam on the laser scalpel pen I'd been f id
"Then do it, " I snarled. dling with. I'd already adjusted it to maximum
He hesitated brief ly. "No. 1 didn't come this strength, but I'd still have to get close; this
far just to wimp out." thing was made for small depth cuts.
"What do you want from me?" Firing up the laser required only a flick of
"I need access to those f iles, the records of the activating switch, a task 1 wasn't sure my
10 BRAD AIKEN
SEPTEMBER 2012
"Good," I said. told him I'd call when you were up to talking,
1 popped up out of bed and the room start but he said he didn't want you wandering off
ed spinning.Josh and Doris each grabbed an before he had a chance to see you, and that if
arm and laid me back down. he knew you, you'd be out of here as soon as
"Damn near, I said. It's going to take a little your eyes opened."
time, even for a neurosurgeon," Josh said with That brought a smile to my face. "Would
a snicker. "We'll get you some physical thera have,if my feet had let me. "
py today.My guess is you'll be out of here in a "You want me to go get him?"
day or two." 1 nodded. "And wait outside for me, would
I wanted to argue, but my body told me he you? Don't go back to the office, don't go
was right. "Thanks,Josh." home."
He nodded and left the room. She studied my face. "What the hell's going
1 turned to Doris. "That asshole,Green .. . 1 on, Roger?"
killed him, didn't I?" It made me sick to my "I just want you here with me tonight."
stomach to realize that I was actually capable She laughed. "Right."
of doing something like that. "Just do it,Doris," 1 said.
Her face f lushed and she looked at the She looked at me and stopped laughing,
f loor. "Better him than you, " she muttered. then nodded and went out to get Valenti.
"The cops aren't pressing charges, but they
want to talk to you as soon as you're up to it. Jimmy Valenti looked more like a mob boss
Do you know why he did that to you?" than your t ypical cop: a full head of dark
" Yeah." slicked-back hair streaked with just enough
She waited for me to elaborate. 1 wasn't gray to exude an air of authority,strongly chis
sure if telling her more would help protect her eled facial features marred only by a barely
or just get her in deeper. Before 1 could an perceptible angle where the bridge of his nose
swer, she spoke again. had been broken, and dark brown eyes that
"Strangest thing-not two hours after the seemed to never blink. His nails were always
paramedics left, I got a call from administra manicured and I'd never seen him in anything
tion saying the MBA medical office was re but a fine silk suit accented with a custom tai
questing the files on Susan Baker. That's what lored art-deco tie tucked under a perfect v
Green was there to interview y o u about, point collar. A bulge under his left breast
right?" pocket completed the persona.
" Yeah." He walked in and stopped at the foot of my
"I wasn't sure what to do, but when the bed. " You look like hell. "
boss calls ... I tried to forward the f iles to "Thanks, " I said. "You look like a male mod
them, but the records were gone, wiped el."
clean." He turned his arms out to the sides and
1 let out a bated breath. "You did the right struck a pose.
thing, Doris. " At least Green's men had confir I couldn't help a wisp of a laugh from sneak
mation that he'd completed his job before 1 ing past my lips. "Take a seat. You make me
killed him. They'd leave us alone now.Unless feel like I'm a patient or something."
they thought Doris was covering up.Unless Valenti pulled a chair up beside me and sat.
they thought 1 knew something that 1 did not. "What the hell happened?"
"Doris, call Jimmy Valenti for me, would I told him every detail I could remember.
you' Tell him 1 need to speak to him ASAP. " "All that just to wipe out the Baker files?
I'd first met Jimmy when he was a patient of Did he make a f lash copy?"
mine-dug a bullet out of his back that had "That's the weird thing.He didn't even look
lodged a few millimeters from the spine. He at them or ask me anything about them, ex
was a beat cop back then,but had worked his cept how to access them. Then he wiped the
way up the ladder to homicide detective. He primary and the back-up."
always had some great stories; 1 never thought "Only one back-up?"
I'd be one of them. "It's a hospital, not the Securities and Ex
"No need.He's outside the room, waiting. I change Commission. Memory is money. Be-
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that I was saIely under the covers. She walked " So was that Valenti on the phone?"
in and sat on the side of my bed. I had a mouthful of eggs, so I responded
"How did you sleep?" with a nod.
"Too well." " W hat did he find out?"
"I didn't want to wake you.Coffee's up and I swallowed and cleared my throat. "Not
I scrambled some eggs. You still like them much. Seems Green was a perfect little angel."
scrambled?" "Until he tried to kill you. "
"My arteries don't, but I do." I looked for " Yeah.Til that."
ward to a real breakfast.I never bothered mak " So Valenti still has no idea why he came af
ing one for myself. "I'll be there in a minute." ter you? Why he wanted those f iles?"
She got up and turned to go. I took a long draw from my mug, holding it
"Thanks," I said. with both hands,then set it down. "Nope,not
She looked back over her shoulder and a clue.I asked him to dig up what he could on
smiled. "Can you manage okay?" that accident up at MBA last week.Maybe he'll
"No problem." I hoped. But either way, I f ind something there."
wasn't about to ask her to dress me, for God's "I tried to read about it on the news threads
sake. this morning," Doris said, "but there's practi
"Don't be a hero. I don't want to be picking cally nothing."
your broken ass up off the f loor." " Yeah, me too. I poked around the Web last
"I'm okay." night before I turned in. They want everyone
She walked out and closed the door. down here to think it's like Disney World up
I sat up on the side of the bed and waited a there so their funding doesn't get slashed, but
good minute or so before the room stopped Jimmy will find out what happened. Mean
spinning. After that I really was okay, I was while," I started looking around for my Net
pleased and somewhat surprised to find out. I pad, "have you seen my- "
felt much stronger than I had yesterday. I treat "Under the paper.Figured you might want
ed myself to a quick shower, then headed out it. Didn't notice when you tossed the newspa
to the kitchen following the aroma of freshly per down, huh?"
brewed hazelnut coffee. I hadn't.I treasured a real paper to keep me
"Damn, that smells good." I started to reach company at breakfast. Enough people still did
out to pour myself a cup, but Doris blocked that they'd kept up home delivery for the Sun
my hand. day Times, and I had a system for nursing it
"Just sit, " she said. "A little bit of half-and through the week, one section at a time. To
half,no sugar. Right'" day it was Sports, which I'd carried in from
I gave her a nod. "Thanks." the hallway accent table on my way from the
She brought over a mug of steaming hot bedroom. I lifted the crinkly pages and my
coffee and a plate of eggs with some toast. Net-pad was right where she said it would be.
"Where did you get ... " I powered it up and started a Web search on
"I sent one of the boys to the market down Green. No point in checking for f inancials,
stairs." business links-that sort of thing. If Jimmy
"The boys?" couldn't f ind any dirt through police chan
"It was change of shift for our personal nels, I certainly wouldn't f ind anything on the
body guard out there." She motioned toward Web.But 1 f igured I might be able to learn a
the door. " I figured since his relief was here,I little about him through his past.There had to
could send him down for supplies. " be something to connect him to Susan Baker
"I'm sure he loved that." or NASA. Maybe one of his MIT classmates.
"He's trained not to complain. Too bad I An hour of dickering with my Net-pad ac
can't teach you that." complished nothing but taxing my meager en
I started to protest, then realized if I did durance.I logged off, poured myself another
complain I'd already lost that argument. I blew cup of coffee while Doris showered, and set
some of the rising steam off the top of the tled for some not-quite-up-to-the-minute sto
mug and took a sip. "Umm, that's perfect. ries in the Times' Sports pages.
. . .
Thanks."
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He must have worked his ass off to get into Doris and Jimmy looked at me.
Emory. It's hard to imagine giving that up for a " What'" Jimmy asked. "What does frying
little scholarship money." monkey brains have to do with anything?"
"Maybe he couldn't hack it, " Doris offered. "The hippocampus-it's where short-term
"Maybe, " I said. Then, in my best raspy Don memory is processed." I looked at Doris.
Corleone voice, added, "or maybe somebody "Hnun ...Now, where did I put that bubbJe
made him an offer he couldn't refuse." chip we were using yesterday'"
That got a weak chuckle out of Jimmy. "Cute, Roger."
Doris just glared. "You did not just say that." I smiled. "Would you mind digging it out for
I shrugged. "And yet, oddly enough, I me again?"
meant it." I looked at Jinuny. "Where did that "From your underwear drawer? Oh, I was
scholarship come from?" so hoping you would ask."
He ran a f i nger down the screen, then I ignored her smirk and reached for my Net
stopped, tapping a finger in the air in front of pad, still sitting on the kitchen table. Jimmy's
the image. "The Randall Corporation." wouldn't have tile software to rtm my medical
"Randall? What the hell is a media company f iles.
doing doling out college scholarships to geol Doris was back in a few minutes with the
ogy students?" chip. I put it in and pulled up the Baker file.
"Actually, that part's not so strange, " Doris "Holy shit, Roger. Is that what I think it is?"
said. "I saw a piece about Richard Randall on I nodded.
the Biography Channel a few months back. He "You copied a patient file and brought it
may be a cutthroat businessman who clawed home? Isn't that illegal?"
his way to the top of the entertainment indus I shmgged.
try, but he's got a philanthropic side too.He's "You do realize I'm a cop, right?"
an ardent supporter of the arts and education. "What are you going to do, arrest me'"
T h e y said he's put over a t h o u s a n d kids "Arrest you? I could kiss you."
through school with his scholarship pro "That would be very bad for our friend
gram." ship."
"And Parsons was one of the chosen ones, I pulled up the high-resolution CAT scan of
huh?" Sue Baker's brain, rotated it until I got to the
"Apparently so." back of her head, and zoomed in on the oc
"Which brings us back to: W h y Parsons, Cipital protuberance, that little bony lump in
and why geology'" the back of the skull that nobody realizes
Jinuny looked up from the screen. "I think they've got until they bang the back of their
you're reading too much into this." head on something, then swear that the lump
I pointed to the screen. "What else does it they're feeling was never there before.
say about hinl?" "Son of a bitch, " I said. "All this time, I've
Jimmy looked back at the screen. "He had been looking in the wrong place." I pointed to
been working his way through med school as a minuscule black dot on the skull, only visible
a research assistant with a Dr.Jeffrey Horsten at high magnification. "It's a screw hole,
...something." about two millimeters in diameter." I rotated
"Horstengieifer?" I asked. to the front of the skull and found two similar
"Yeah,I guess that's how you pronounce it. holes, one above each eye in the supraorbital
You've heard of him?" ridge. A little more searching revealed the
I had. "He did some of the foundation work fourth and fifth marks on either side of the
on deep brain stinmlation." skull,just behind the ears. "The five anchor
" Yeah," Jimmy was still looking at the file. points for a stereotactic frame."
"It's right here. Parsons got his name on a "I hate it when he gets like this," Doris said.
study they published in the New England "Speak English, Roger. I think I know what
Journal ofMedicine: ' The Effect of Deep Brain you're getting at,but Jimmy's eyes are starting
Stimulation of the Hippocampus in Primates.' to glaze over. "
Sounds thrilling." "Oh,uh . . . sorry. A stereotactic frame-it's
"I'll be danmed," I muttered. sort of like a helmet, but just the framework.
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on the far side of the Moon. In exchange, The doorbell sounded-someone down at
NASA gets a hefty sum for anything Randall de the lobby. I hesitated, then called out, "Open
cides to use. It's a pretty sweet deal for the intercom. "
agency. I suspect they encourage all their lu The blue light around the intercom speaker
nar geologists to sign up, because every one of next to the door began to glow.
them has the same deal with Randall, even Su "Who's there?"
san Baker. Or she did, anyway." "It's Danny, Dr. Bennett. That time of the
Doris went into the kitchen to make some week."
more coffee. She poured some water from the I'd forgotten. The Celestial Springs guy al
cooler into the coffee maker, and came back ways came by with my water delivery on Sat
humming that damn jingle. urday mornings, but with all the commotion,
"Jesus, Doris. Not again. " it wasn't exactly at the top of my list of things
"Huh?" to remember.
"That damn jingle's going to be bouncing "Right. Hang on a second. " I buzzed him in.
around inside my skull all day. " Doris stood. "We'll talk about this later. "
"Sorry. I didn't even realize. " I nodded and watched her walk down the
Jimmy laughed. "You two might as well get hallway, then cracked the door open to tell
married if you're going to fight all the time." Valenti's guy Danny would be coming up.
Doris gave him the death stare. "Not funny. " As I poured myself another cup of coffee,
He cleared his throat. "Anyway . . . I'm going the phone rang. It was Jimmy.
to head back to the station, see if I can push "Miss me already?"
my way up through the chain of command to "Actually, I've seen so much of you the past
put some pressure on NASA and get them to two days I don't know how much more I can
search Parsons' stuff. " take."
"Let me know . . . " "What's up?"
"You'll be the first, " Jimmy called back just "Well, as I started to drive away, I found my
before he closed the door behind him. self humming that jingle Doris had been hum
Doris watched the door shut, then turned ming. "
to me. "I'm going to go take a shower. " "Yeah. Annoying, isn't it?"
"\'\fait, " I said. "There's something I need to "Let's just say it serves its purpose, but it
say. " didn't hit me what it was until I heard the
She stood, waiting. commercial on my car radio. ' Nectar of the
"Please . " I motioned to the empty seat Moon and the brightest stars, '" Jimmy started
across from me, and she sat. "I've been think to sing.
ing a lot about this. Maybe we should give it "No. Not you too."
another try. It just feels right being with you. " "It got me thinking, " Jimmy said. "Remem
She fidgeted i n her chair. "Those feelings ber all that hullaballoo about ten, fifteen years
aren't real, Roger. You haven't been your usual ago when Bucky Dumont bought the space
all-controlling self the past couple days. You station, the old one NASA was going to junk?"
actually needed somebody else's help for a "Yeah. Nice to have so much money you
change, and I happen to have been the some can start your own space program, huh?" Du
body. People get emotionally attached to their mont had made a killing selling spring water;
nurses all the tinle. " he'd finagled exclusive contracts to supply
"Come on. It's more than that. You feel it every major Hollywood studio and their
too." "brightest stars . " His company, Celestial
"Either way, this is not the time. " Springs, became a household nanle with their
"What better time? We've got nowhere else "Nectar to the Stars" campaign. Hell, even I
to go, nothing else to do." had signed up to get the stuff.
"That's exactly the point. We shouldn't be "You remember what he was going to do
making decisions like this at a time when our with it? What he did do with it?"
emotions are wrapped around what we've just "Sure." Being the science fiction aficionado
gone through, what we're still going I was, I remembered it well. Dumont's fortune
through. " had given him the means to fuel his passion
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Danny. " Doris slumped back into the sofa and closed
"I'm not going to lose her, " he snapped. her eyes. I patted her on the thigh then went
I held up a hand to try and calm h i m . over to get the gun and stuffed it into my
'There's another way, Danny. Just listen to me. pocket.
Those guys who put you up to this, they think "Better make that call out by the window in
I have some evidence the cops need to nail the hallway. It's not going to be very convinc
them. But the cops already have it. Killing me ing if he sees you're in my apartment. " I gave
won't accomplish a thing . " him a pat on the back and walked him to the
"It'll save my wife. " door.
"You don't know that. What if she's seen The hall was deserted except for Valenti's
them? You think they'll just let her go'" watchman, slumped back in his chair.
His jaw clenched as he searched his mind "Nice touch, " I said, motioning to the base
for a solution that wasn't there. "Then what ball cap that sloped down to cover half his
the hell am I supposed to do?" face.
"First, put the gun down, Danny. I've got Danny paused and looked at him. "He'll be
friends in the Police Department. They'll okay in an hour or two . "
know what to do." I leaned o n the door jamb and watched as
His left hand dropped away and he slumped he made his way down the walnut-trimmed
forward, eyeing the floor in front of him, then corridor, footsteps muffled by the tightly wo
jerked himself upright and extended the gun ven mauve carpet that paved the way. "Save
in our direction. "Uh-uh. No! If I let you go, the conversation," I called after him. "We
she's dead. If I do what they say, at least need a recording of his voice. "
there's a chance." He waved an arm without turning back.
I waved my hands at him. "Think about it, Doris came up along side of me. "Aren't you
Danny. If you shoot us, she's already dead. going to stay with him'"
They've got no reason to let her go and risk "He's got nowhere else to go. "
getting caught. She'll be gone and all they He turned to face us, so the glare of light
have to do to get rid of you is to wait until the from the window obscured any background
cops nail you for my murder, which they will. that might appear on the screen at the receiv
Have you noticed all the security cameras ing end of the call. We ducked back inside to
around this place?" avoid any pOSSibility of being seen in case he
His eyes darted wildly around the room. moved around.
"Then what?" Within a few minutes, he was back, rubbing
"I've got an idea, but we'll need to buy a lit the moisture out of his eyes.
tle time. Did they give you a contact number?" "She okay?" Doris asked softly.
He nodded. "They told me to call when the "Depends what you call okay. "
job was done; send them a picture of your I gritted my teeth. "We'll get her, Danny. "
body. " The despair in his eyes spoke volumes.
"Good. Call them. Tell them I refused the "You've got your forty-eight hours. "
water delivery today and rescheduled for Mon
day. That'll give us forty-eight hours. " As I sat across from Danny and Doris, who
"She's got to stay with that animal for two were waiting to hear the brilliant plan I hadn't
more days? Are you nuts?" yet concocted, a ring tone sounded from the
"There's not much choice here, Danny. hallway and I went to have a look. It was com
Think about it. If you don't do this, we're all as ing from the jacket pocket of our snoozing
good as dead whether you shoot or not. But as guardian.
long as they know I'm alive and you can still I fished it out without waking him. "Hello'"
get to me, they need you, they need your "Roger? That you?" It was Jimmy's voice.
wife. They won't hurt her. " "Yup . "
Danny sat silently for a moment, then "Jesus. I was about to storm your apart
flipped the gun around so he was holding it ment. What the hell happened?"
by the barrel and held it out to me. "Just take I updated him and sent him a copy of Dan
this goddamn thing, would you?" ny's phone call.
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She looked me in the eye. "You're an idiot." We kneeled behind a row of weed-threaded
I shrugged. azaleas, which were flourishing despite obvi
She grabbed my hand and led me back into ous neglect, and peered through a dirty win
the building. We stopped by the apartment, dow into the basement. Someone was in a
where we did our best to change our appear chair in front of a small table, with a second
ances: a baseball cap for me, a shawl for Doris, person standing over him or her. It was hard
and a couple of pairs of dark sunglasses. Not to make out any details.
likely to fool anyone really paying attention, I waved toward the stairs and Doris nod
but it was the best we could do under the cir ded. The first step let out a creak that echoed
cumstances. I grabbed Danny's gun, then led through my bones. I froze. Doris motioned for
Doris out through the sub-basement corridors me to stop, then made her way up the stairs,
that connected three of the high-rises on my keeping her weight balanced near the edge of
block. the stairway over the underlying support
We hailed a cab to take us to Rutherford beams. I lowered my weight onto my back
Place, not the kind of place cabbies tend to foot, then followed her path up to the back
frequent. door and dug the gun out of my pocket, trying
to steady it in both hands.
"The safety," she whispered.
Charles Thcker's rap sheet had been spelled I tapped the OLEO display on the side of the
out on Jimmy's Net-pad: petty theft, car-jack handle, but my shaky finger couldn't seem to
ings, small-time drug busts, stolen-goods deals; find its way through the menu to unlock the
you nanle it. Not the kind of guy you want to safety. Doris took it from me, deftly tapped the
call a friend, but not the kind who master screen twice, then slid the manual safety-lock
minds a major corporate operation either. He down and studied the readout. "Power's down
appeared to be in unfamiliar territory with kid to ten percent," she said.
napping, as far as I could tell. That was some I wasn't sure how many shots that translat
thing that could work to our advantage. On ed into, but it couldn't be good.
the other hand, it must just make him all the Doris tapped at the menu again, pushed a
more jittery and liable to shoot without asking button on the handle, and the battery pack
questions. slid out the bottom. She shook it vigorously
The Deekin Park section of town had once for about ten seconds, dlen slid it back in and
been a middle-class Mecca, but over the gave it a smack with her palm to click it into
decades it had fallen into the hands of families place. She rechecked the meter, then showed
too tired from struggling for survival to care it to me: 23 percent.
about whether men like Thcker moved in She held the gun out in my direction, han
next door. dle first.
We had the cabbie drop us off a half block "You keep it," I said. It was obviously in bet
from Tucker's place, a small row-house with ter hands. "Anything else I don't know about
dirty green paint peeling off aluminum siding, you?"
hiding amidst a long line of similar structures Her eyes said, Maybe ifyou 'd ever taken
crowded along the tree-lined hiU. We kept our tbe time to ask.
hands in our pockets as we made our way up An unlocked door would have been too
a cracked concrete walkway, watching, but much to hope for. She winced as her attempt
not stopping as we passed Thcker's house. At to turn the handle failed.
the top of the hili, we turned right and circled "My turn . " I reached into my pocket and
back around behind the homes through a dirt pulled out a black plastic key fob with a silver
alleyway. loop dangling from one corner. "I borrowed it
The small yard behind Tucker'S house was from Jimmy's belt before they whisked him
half driveway, half overgrown weeds where away. "
there used to be a lawn. A one-car garage sat I pressed a little button on the edge of the
back from the house, and a set of warped gadget, slid it down, and a screen lit up. I stud
wooden steps led up to a small porch behind ied it for a second, then tapped the activation
the back door. icon. A metallic rod about the thickness of a
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"Danny sent us," I said. walked her into the kitchen. "Look. We need
She turned to me and her eyes welled up to get whoever it was that wanted you taken.
with tears. After we're done, if Danny and you want to go
Doris took her hand, and Jennifer buried after hinl, I doubt this dimwit will be too hard
her head in the shelter of the black rayon to find. "
turtleneck that hugged Doris's body. She bit back her lip, seething, but eventual
I finished the job on Thcker, wrapping the ly acquiesced. We went back into the room.
tape tightly around his ankles, and pulled his "50 what do you say? Going to give me that
hands behind his back. I left hinl lying on his name, or do I let the little lady here warm up
side facing the sofa. A can of soda sat on me her kicking leg'"
coffee table next to the sandwich. I picked it He motioned toward the coffee table. "The
up and spilled what was left onto his face, phone. It's in there. The guy's name is Bud
then poked at him with the tip of my black Zielke. "
leather sneaker until he started to wake. "He gave you his name?"
"\VIlo hired you, asshole?" "Not exactly, but with his number and
He forced one eyelid open and looked at vOiceprint, it wasn't too hard to check him
me. "Who me hell are you?" out. I just Swaggled him on the Net. Can't be
"The one asking the questions. Who do you too careful these days. Always good to know
work for?" who you're working for in my business."
"Aren't you going to read me my rights'" "And yet, here you are."
Jennifer stood, walked over, and gave hinl a "Yeah, well, he was good for the money,
nasty kick in me right thigh. "Yeall. You have anyway. He runs security for Randall Corp.
the right to answer our questions or the next That's about as respectable as anyone who
kick'lI be about eight inches higher, aickwad." hires a guy like me ever gets. Kidnapping's not
He winced and let out a muffled yelp, then my thing, but I figured a guy like him . . . "
looked up at me. "Jesus Christ. Do your job, "You figured wrong. "
would you'" "No shit. "
"What, you think we're cops?" I looked at the ladies. "Come on. '
She drew back her foot. "You just going to leave me here like mis?"
"Okay. Okay. Just stop mat crazy bitch. " Tucker'S voice had jumped an octave.
"Who you calling bitch?" She swung her There was a knife on me kitchen counter. I
foot at the same spot, harder this time, and grabbed it and tossed it on the floor across the
was answered with a satisfying shriek. room from Tucker. "We'll call the cops in
"AII right, all right. Look, it was nothing per about an hour in case you need help getting
sonal. Just trying to make a living, you know?" up."
I held an arm out in front of Jennifer, kept Jennifer still had venom in her eyes.
my focus on the pock-faced man writhing on "Ready?" I asked.
the ground. "So who was it'" "Let's get the hell out of here. " She started
"Christ, man. He's going to kill me." toward the door, hesitated, then walked over
"Probably. And if you don't tell me who he to Tucker and gave him the groin kick she'd
is, then when I find hinl-and I will find hinl, promised, answered by a shriek from his
sooner or later-I'll make sure he thinks writhing body. The sealed-lips expression on
you're the one who led us to him . " her face didn't change. "Now I'm ready. " She
"If you're s o damn sure you can find him, led the way out the front door and down the
then what do you need me for'" peeling painted-wood steps with a limp I
"I don't. But it'll make my life a whole lot hadn't noticed before.
easier. Just give me a name, a number . . . I hurried after her into the warmth of the
something we can find him with and I'll let midday sun. "You okay to walk?"
you go, give you a fighting chance to get "As long as it's away from here."
away. " Doris pulled out her phone. ''I'll call a cab. "
"What'" Jennifer got ready to swing her foot "It'll be quicker to take the light-rail. We
again. "After what he did to me?" passed a stop about two blocks from here on
I stopped her, took her by the hand and the way in. " I looked at Jennifer. "Can you
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"It's an office building," Doris said, "not an in multicolored woods. Just in front of that
airport. " wall and matching the shape of the room, an
"Maybe so, but Randall's goons still aren't oversized desk of rich dark oak overwhelmed
going to let me anywhere near him with that. the statuesque woman who sat behind it, not
Besides, I'm more likely to get myself killed if I such an easy task considering that she'd obvi
actually try and use it. I'll just have to rely on ously been hired for her physical attributes.
my keen wit, boyish charm, and devilishly After briefly freezing at the enormity of it
handsome looks to protect me." all, I exited the confines of the lift.
"let's hope that wit's firing on all cylin "Have a nice day," the elevator said.
ders. " She stuffed the gun back into her purse, T paused and looked back over my shoulder.
then stood to let me out. "You too."
"Don't sit here too long. Keep moving, stay That got a smile from the elegant blond be
in the middle of the crowds and blend in. If hind the desk. "Dr. Bennett?"
you don't hear from me by the time it starts to "Yes."
get dark, go over to the Royal Arms and ask for "Mr. Randall is waiting for you." She stood
the manager, Ed Traschel. He's an old buddy of and walked to her right, coming out from be
mine. He'll check you in under a false name. hind the massive piece of furniture. "Follow
I'll find you there. Ole , "
As I turned to go, Doris took my hand. I complied, trying not t o focus on legs that
I looked into her eyes. "I'll be fine. " begged to be focused upon. She knocked on a
I hoped I was right. large oak door curved to match the wall it was
set into at one of the narrow ends of the oval
A guard perched at the concierge desk just room. I guess she was tuned into the voice
inside the Randall Towers entrance directed coming from the other side, because I didn't
me to an elevator at the far end of the lobby, hear a thing. She pushed the heavy door open
around the corner from the main bank of ele with ease and motioned me in.
vators. The security eye recognized me and I instinctively patted my jacket over the
opened the door. "Good afternoon, Dr. Ben shirt pocket where I'd tucked my laser-knife
nett , " it greeted me with the pleasing drawl of pen, then walked in.
a southern belle. Standing there, faCing a man you've seen all
"Hi there." Stupid, I know. But these damn over TV and magazines covers for much of
things were always so polite, I felt obliged to your adult life, can be a bit overwhelming. I
respond. must have looked as stupid as I felt, a look
T entered and the door closed behind me. Richard Randall was obviously used to seeing.
There was no perceptible motion for five or I was so star-struck that I didn't even notice
six seconds as a dull hum crept up the wall the voluptuous model who guided me in here
from floor to ceiling-the unmistakable sound making her exit.
of a scanner. I'd heard it in the airport screen He walked out from behind his desk and ex
ing booth a hundred times before, but never tended a hand. "Richard Randall."
in an office building. I'd made the right choice "I thought that might be you . " I forced a
leaving that gun behind. smile, gave his hand a firm shake.
A few seconds after the hum stopped, the He laughed politely. "It's a pleasure to meet
car started its swift ascent without inquiring you. Bud's been telling me all about you."
which floor I wanted to go t o . The door I tensed as Bud Zielke stood from the cover
opened into the private penthouse office of of one of the high-back chairs facing Randall's
the world's richest man. Plush rose carpet desk, and turned to greet me. He looked very
blanketed the expansive oval anteroom. Two much like his picture on the Net, only a few
enormous picture windows following the years older and very much bigger-my image
curve of the wall in front of me separated us of an ex-marine, now twenty pounds over
from the city outside, the view disrupted only weight but still with a physique that mere
by a solid section of wall between them, dec mortals like myself wouldn't want to mess
orated with textured wallpaper and the giant with.
eagle logo of the Randall Corporation, carved "Doctor. " He walked over and started to
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spun a n d t u r n e d the g u n back on me. wasn't high on my agenda, not unless you fig
"Enough of this God damn charade." ured out what happened."
"Look, look," I waved frantically with both I fixed on his eyes, gritted my teeth.
arms, "I can get you out of this mess." "Don't sweat it, doc. I didn't bring you here
"That's the only reason you're not dead yet, to kill you, not unless you force my hand." As
doc" he spoke, he rubbed at the back of his neck,
"Then why kill Randall?" craning awkwardly. "See, the evidence trail
"Oh, he's not dead.Not yet." may all point to Randall,but Randall will point
I studied his face as it broke into a grin. to me, eventually. The only way I stay out of
"Somebody's got to take the fail for this and it the line of fire is if he's dead. But if they find
ain't going to be me." me in here alone with his dead body, how
" S o he ordered you to do all this?" I mo much chance do you think I'll have of talking
tioned toward Randall. my way out of that one? With you here, I've
"Nobody orders me to do anything. Hell, got options. "
that self-righteous asshole was so squeaky "Options?"
clean,he never would have done what had to "Two of them. Your choice, doc.First one,
be done to make that buy-out of the space sta I do kill you, then put the gun in your hands
tion pay off. It was just a new toy to him." and fire the fatal shot at Randall from where
"Why the hell would you care? Not really you're sitting.I'll get a friggin' medal for taking
your end of the business, is it?" out the man who murdered the great Richard
"When that sonofabitch bought Celestial, I Randall. "
put every penny I had into it. I f igured if the "And they're going to believe that I man
great Richard Randall was buying it, it was a aged to wrestle a gun away from you?"
sure thing. I wasn't going to let anybody bring He laughed. "Hell no. You looked at your
it down. Not him, " he motioned toward Ran self in the mirror lately'" He pulled a second
dall, "not you." gun out of his pocket. "The kill shot'll come
" So you were behind Baker's murder." As from this one. Your gun, your f ingerprints. "
the words escaped my lips, I realized that He stuffed it back into his pocket.
wasn't the brightest thing to say under the cir "My gun? I don't own a gun."
ClUllstances. "Sure you do, doc. You bought it a couple
"Hell no. That jackass, Parsons, did that. weeks ago.Check your credit statement."
When he wiped her memory three years ago, This guy was smarter than he looked.
that was my idea.After that, I told everyone to "So what's option number two?"
back off. It would have been too obvious if "I don't kill you. I put the gun in Randall's
things kept happening up there. We'd already hands and shoot him point blank. You back
made a bundle." me up when I tell the cops he committed sui
"So why did Parsons kill her?" cide after we f igured out he was behind Bak
Zielke started stretching his left hand and er's murder."
clenching it,rhythmically. I tried not to notice. "And why would you do that?"
"Why else' He got greedy." His eyes started to glaze over and he quickly
"But we checked his financials, " I said. "He shook it off. "Being alone in here with two
doesn't own any stock." dead bodies is going to lead to a crapload of
Zielke grinned. " That you could f ind.Guess questions. U it's just him, and I've got you to
he wasn't a total idiot.' back me up, it'll go a whole lot easier.'
"And you couldn't turn him in because it An uncharacteristic wobble disrupted his
would have inlplicated you." staid military stance and his smug demeanor
"Nah, far as he knew, everything was com slowly morphed into the intense glare of real
ing directly from Randall. But once an investi ization. "What the hell did you do to me'"
gation gets going, who the hell knows?" It was my turn to grin. "I gave you another
"W hich is why you sent Green over to wipe option."
my files. " He leaned against the desk,fought to steady
"Putz." His eyebrow lifted with the inf lec the gun with a two-handed grip.
tion. "Only stirred things up. Killing you "You get to live if you hand me that pistol
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SEPTEMBER 2012
body etched into my brain. "Not so different. " Richard Randall acknowledge me with a sub
"And you're okay with that'" tle nod. I returned the gesture as the cham
I took a deep breath and stared blindly down pagne was poured, then lifted a glass toward
at the table setting in front of me. "It hasn't Doris.
stopped haunting me; not for a minute. " As we gently tapped glasses, the regal
She reached out and put her hand over sound of fine crystal sent a scintillating chill
mine. down my spine, a harbinger of unknown pas
As I looked up, we were interrupted by a sions.
waiter balancing two crystal champagne glass It was a toast twenty-seven years in the mak
es and a bottle of Dam Perignon on an en ing, but one which could have never been
graved silver tray. made until that very moment. One that need
"From the gentleman, " he said ntotioning ed no words . •
across the room.
I looked over and saw the smiling face of Copyright © 2012 Brad Aiken
IN TIMES TO COME
O
ur October issue features a special cover by Michael
Whelan for "The Liars," the latest of Juliette Wade's explo
rations of truly alien cultures. By now you've probably
noticed that she has an exceptional knack for getting inside such
cultures and drawing you into them too. This story is no exception,
and these particular aliens also inhabit an uncommonly colorful
world . And, incomprehensible though their ways may at first seem
to an outsider, you'll soon find that they do make a disquieting sort
of sense, once you understand their premises and the di lemmas
they consequently face_ . . _
W
hen I wrote the first draft of this ar term "flash mobs" back in those ancient days.
ticle in mid-201 1 , a peaceful revolu As founder of the science fiction think tank
tion had occurred in Egypt, SIGMA, making such forecasts is one of the
following closely on the heels of the things I am privileged to do. My forty SIGMA
one in Tunisia that inspired it. Crowds of Egyp colleagues, science fiction writers all, do the
tians, the "Tahrir Twitterati" I called them, sanle thing,
learned to communicate with each other out
side the state-controlled media. Twitter and "Let's take the Patriot Act," noted author Jer
Facebook enabled these revolutions; other dic ry Pournelle asked a Deputy Director of Home
tatorships became nervous: there are more op land Security's Science and Technology
pressed than oppressors in many nations, and Division. "If you had had the time to carefully
technology enables them to act collectively. consider all the ranlifications of that piece of
We are in for interesting times. legislation, if you hadn't been under intense
I was not surprised at these rapid revolu pressure and fearful of the next attack,
tions. Though focusing primarily on China, I wouldn't it have come out quite different from
had predicted such events three years earlier. what it is?" The Deputy said that of course it
As a science fiction writer speaking to U.S. would have.
government authorities at meetings in 2008 " Okay then, " Pournelle continued, "let's
and 2009, I had said that dictatorships would think of a future incident, an attack or natural
fall when people had cell phones and texting disaster, where there are absolutely no com
and other communications devices: "Think of munications left in the United States. No satel
revolutionary social change, spreading around lites, no phones, no cables. Assume that
the world at the speed of light. " I used the twenty of our largest cities are destroyed." He
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let that thought sink in as the Deputy's face gineer, but this one afternoon I was tmly and
paled. "Now then, what kind of response do totally pissed off at the Washington science
you want the surviving parts of the country to and technology establishment.
undertake? What kind of legislation do you I had just come back from a meeting in the
want them to have in place when that hap Roosevelt Room in the West Wing, acting as an
pens? Assume we have plenty of time to think observer with Dr. Alan Bromley, who, as Di
about it, plenty of time to figure out what to rector of OSTP, was President Bush's Science
do. But for God's sake, don't try to do it then, it Advisor. During a discussion on possibly im
will be too late. Do it now!" portant future developments in technology,
The scene was in the lower level of the Dr. Bromley ventured that virtual reality might
Ronald Reagan International Trade Center; the become an important feature in future com
time was late May 2007, where the Depart puting systems. The room broke out in laugh
ment of Homeland Security was having its first ter, led by an official of the National Science
session with SIGMA, the science fiction think Foundation (NSF), who said, "Okay, Alan, we'll
tank. put your video games on the list of really im
I was smiling because this is what I wanted portant hlnlre technologieS. " Dr. Bromley kept
SIGMA to be doing, since founding the group his silence, as the True Science Insiders went
back in 1992, with the intent of driving this on to discussed Important Issues such as elec
very event: having science fiction writers trical transmission lines. I was astonished at
speak unspeakable tmth to power. And having the brushoff and the humiliation, and dis
the government listen. turbed at the behavior and an attitude I had ex
perienced before from the same people.
Actually, I started SIGMA because I was What had set me off was that just weeks be
pissed. fore, this same NSF official had shot down yet
In late 1992, I'd been a White House Fellow another hlturistic but reasonable technology
of the American Society of Mechanical Engi suggestion. At a meeting of the Critical Tech
neers (ASME) for almost a year, acting as a nologies Institute (CT!), nUl by the Rand Cor
staffer in the Office of Science and Technology poration by Congressional mandate to look at
Policy (OSTP), also known as the White House critical hmlre technologies, Dr. Joe Bordogna,
Science Office, following a previous ten the Deputy Director of NSF for Engineering
month Fellowship at the U.S. Department of with a research interest in MEMS (Micro
Commerce's Technology Administration. As I ElectroMechanical Systems), volunteered to
had done at Commerce, I was performing staff the en discussion group that, "I think micro
research on government policy on advanced machines and nanotechnology will become
technology and manufacturing, this time for very important in the next ten years. " Dr. Bor
the OSTP Assistant Director, Dr. Eugene Wong. dogna was famous for his widely-published mi
For a politically motivated engineer who crophotograph of a tiny gear draped over the
wrote science fiction, the OSTP atmosphere antenna of an ant, the insect's head many times
was heady. I was situated in the Old Executive the size of the metal part. The same NSF exec
Office Building, immediately across a narrow utive replied with the same sarcastic laugh,
alleyway from the White House itself, occa "Okay, Joe, we'll make a footnote here about
sionally seeing President George H. W. Bush, your little robots. " And went off into another
walking the hallway with his retinue of Secret mundane field with absolutely no imaginative
Service agents and a coterie of advisors, some value.
times accompanied by Millie, the First Dog. Twice was enough, so I went back to the of
When the President of the United States waves fice and wrote up a manifesto. "The Future is
at you and says, "Hello, " it is always a bracing too important to be left to the hlturists," it be
experience. Attending Congressional and Sen gan. "I have heard more appropriate and realis
ate hearings on technology, hearing the latest tic forecasts of technology and the future at
briefings on advanced civilian and military any given science fiction convention than in all
technologies, going to conferences, summariz of the forecasting meetings I have attended
ing these for higher-ups, all this was exciting here in Washington, D.C." I hlrther proposed
and productive. So overall it was fun for an en- that since "we science fiction writers have
spent our literary careers exploring the future, White House Science Office to return to Albu
we owe it to the rest of humanity to come querque, and had the opportunity to speak pri
back and report on what's out there. " vately with President Clinton's Science Advisor
I wanted to provide this new service to gov and my new boss, Dr. Jack Gibbons. I ex
ernment bureaucrats who never had the op plained the goals and organization ofthe group
portunity or the mindset to appreciate science to Dr. Gibbons. He replied that the new Ad
fictional ways of thinking. Too busy worrying ministration had plenty of smart and educated
about their funding and dle political aspects of people, many of them forward-looking, and
their decisions, they seldom ventured far from that he did not see any place where SIGMA
dle straight and narrow. Never did I hear any of could be used. A few months later when Doug
them discuss dismptive technologies, destmc Beason left OSTP and made the sanle pitch, he
tive political events, or widespread natural got the same response. The message was clear:
calamities. Linear thinkers, all. the government was going to continue to do
So I formed a group called SIGMA, meaning business in its way, and SF writers need not ap
summation, which would comprise Ph.D.-lev ply.
el scientists and engineers who were also sci Over the intervening years, though not act
ence fiction writers. The Ph.D.s would help us ing as a group, individual SIGMA members
get past the Beltway's "giggle factor" by pre were called upon to participate in government
senting solid technical credentials, but the SF projects, some brainstorming for DARPA on
authorship would be the unique membership new technologies for education; other mem
requirement. The goal of SIGMA would be to bers maintained paid consulting arrangement
provide SFnal kinds of funlrism to government widl odler agencies. I even lobbied lUlofficially
decision makers, to get the best ideas from the for the Air Force's DC-X Single Stage To Orbit
best minds-the SIGMA "summation" -into (SSTO) project in the White House, bringing in
the thinking and decisions of those who fund Air Force officers to brief the new Administra
and develop government technology pro tion on it, and continued that effort for several
grams. We would offer our minds and our more years. (For more details on the project,
imaginative services pro bono, so d,at budgets see my article "Single Stage To Infinity! " in the
would not be a limiting factor in seeking our June 1993 issue of Analog.) While at OSTP, I
lUlique kind of help. also wrote the first White House endorsement
The colleague whose desk abutted mine in of molecular nanotechnology, published in
our OSTP office was Air Force Lt. Colonel The President's Report to Congress on Science
Doug Beason, a fellow New Mexican and Ana and Technology in April 1993. And in 1995 I
log author, who held a Ph.D. in astrophysics. brought SIGMA member Dr. David Brin in to
He was my first recruit. Within days SIGMA lecture at Sandia National Laboratories in Albu
had nine SF authors as members-myself, querque, where he had a standing-room-only
Doug, Dr. Charles Sheffield, Dr. David Brin, Dr. audience (in contrast to a Nobel Prize winner
Geoff Landis, Dr. Robert Forward, NASA astro the week before, whose audience was embar
physicist Dr. Yoji Kondo ("Eric Kotani"), Dr. rassingly small).
Stanley Schmidt of Analog, and Dr. Gregory Finally in late 1999, after I had retired as a
Benford. Manager from Sandia, I was able to arrange the
Although SIGMA has never had (and never first full SIGMA event with that Laboratory's
will have) any political litmus test, I realized Advanced Concepts Group. We met for a day
that many of the charter members were proba and a half on the topic of "Future National
bly conservative or libertarian. With the newly Threats." Although the discussions were lively
elected Clinton Administration due to take and occasionally outrageous, none of us back
power in a few months, I figured that we then considered using airplanes as terrorist
would need at least one well-known SF author weapons. Even if we had, Tom Clancy had al
who was publicly liberal. Greg Bear was at ready done that in 1992's Debt of Honor,
tending the nearby Balticon SF convention, where a Japanese pilot set on revenge crashes
and so I asked him to join, which he did. his 747 cargo jet into the Capitol Building,
The first test of the SIGMA idea came at the killing the President and most of Congress.
end of March 1993, when I was departing the SIGMA's contribution to Sandia's future sce-
nario plans were somewhat diluted by having I had purposely kept SIGMA low-key and se
some argumentative (and not very knowledge cretive during its first years, both to protect
able) local college professors present. It was potential government "clients" and the mem
obvious that they weren't any happier having bers themselves. But at the 2007 DHS confer
SF writers critique their inputs than we were ence, the members present voted to allow an
with theirs. interview with UM Today After that newspa
So SIGMA sat idle for a while as life went on. per appearance, worldwide publicity ensued
All of us knew each other and saw each other and I received many more requests for SIG
at SF conventions; some were personal friends. MA's help. Knowing that society was much
We all kept writing and some had other scien more open to science-fictional ideas than in
tific, engineering or financial pursuits. The the 1990s, I felt that the Ph.D. requirement
loose coalition held together over the years un was not as necessary as before, so I asked oth
til areal opportunity arose in 2006, when the er SF writers to join. 1\vo of the original found
political world finally discovered real needs ing members, Drs. Sheffield and Forward, had
that only science fiction authors could pro died in the interim. Most writers accepted my
vide. invitations-a few didn't, Citing the press of
US Navy Captain (Retired) Chris Christo professional writing deadlines or other con
pher, then Director of Corporate Communica cerns-and at present there are about forty
tions for the Science and Technology Division SIGMA members, including most of the found
of the nascent Department of Homeland Secu ing members, plus many other luminaries in
rity (DHS), was a long-time SF fan. Coming to the science fiction field, including superstars
the same conclusion about the bureaucratic Jerry Pournelle and Larry Niven. The SIGMA
state of technology in his own department as I website, www.SigmaForum. org, presents
had years before about Washington in general, members' bios, some editorials, and other in
he made an outreach to the science fiction formation. Over the intervening years, new
community. Bud Sparhawk put us in touch and members have come aboard by invitation and
I replied, offering SIGMA's help. The effort cul recommendation; others have left for various
minated in DHS bringing six SIGMA members reasons. (Internally, SIGMA members do love
to Washington, D.C., in May 2007 to attend the to argue!)
DHS S&T East Coast Stakeholder's Conference, After the initial spate of publicity hit the me
where we put on a public panel and held pri dia and the internet, reactions were mixed. In
vate discussions with interested DHS officials. terestingly enough, as Captain Christopher
Jerry Pournelle made the post-apocalyptic noted, "It was the Establishment that approved
political pitch in the first of these DHS ses of SF writers giving ideas to the government
sions. Quoting Herman Kahn, Pournelle said Congressional staffers thought it a great step
that, like Kahn, SF writers often "thought the forward, and most of the mainstream newspa
unthinkable" when considering possible fu pers approved. The majority of criticism came
ture events. A month later I repeated Jerry's from an unexpected source-the 'blogos
proposal during an NPR radio interview. "I phere. ' " Fueled probably by paranoia (and
never thought of such as thing," the hostess some jealousy, in my opinion), bloggers virtu
said. "You have scared the hell out of me! " ally crucified SIGMA and our evil intentions,
Thus the power of SIGMA's speculations. especially our cooperation with the Depart
We made other suggestions to DHS, many ment of Homeland Security.
along low-tech lines, items that would help I thought that last accusation somewhat
first responders in emergencies, ideas for bor amusing, because SIGMA members are con
der security, comments about how the chemi cerned citizens as well as science fiction writ
cal/biological detectors in cell phones that ers, and do not hesitate to express ourselves.
DHS was proposing should be utilized. The We bring wildly varying political opinions and
ideas and comments were technical, social, social attitudes as well as ideas. For example,
cultural, and political. "Don't censor your one of our members gave Cory Doctorow's
selves, give us everything," they said. Strangely book, Little Brother, a novel of a hacker who
enough, they kept inviting us back. These brings down DHS, to a DHS scientist who had
were not your father's bureaucrats! wondered how the mind of the "opposition"
worked. No way that could happen without a the concepts and importance of social net
group like SIGMA having access to the Feds. working and " 1 337" ("leet") texting. (I often
And as SIGMA founder and coordinator, I was wonder if those same NATO planners now feel
a person who could tell a high-ranking DHS of the resonance of that portentous meeting as
ficial that his department had an undeservedly they watch the social-media-facilitated street
bad reputation in the creative media. "Because demonstrations and civil wars all over the Mid
of your name, 'Homelan d , ' the books, the dle East today.)
movies, all present you as some k i n d of It was also in 2008 that I told an interviewer
Gestapo with a 'Fatherland' connotation. You and clients about the potential for drastic
have to make an effort if you want to change overnight, overwhelming social change, facili
that image. ' He was shocked that his work was tated by handheld devices in the hands of dis
being perceived that way, since he was only satisfied or revolutionary "flash mobs" as we
trying to protect his fellow citizens. But can witnessed in Tahrir Square, Cairo. (1 had reck
you imagine getting to say that to a Fed? And oned the first revolts to be in China, but it ain't
having dlem listen? over yet . . .)
On a more serious note, when a leftist ac Among those conferences and meetings that
quaintance of mine told me he was disgusted can be referenced-not all of them can be
that SIGMA would help Homeland Security, I SIGMA or individual members participated in
reminded him that DHS comprises twenty-two the US Army's "Mad Scientist" conference,
agencies. "Which ones don't you want us to Tech 2025, the Joint Services Small Arms Pro
help? The Coast Guard? You don't want them gram aSSAP), the NATO 2030 meeting already
to do search and rescue? Or TSA, the ones mentioned, a rapid-fire media presentation at a
who search your luggage and your shoes' Pecha Kucha event at the Swedish Embassy in
Wouldn't you like to help them do that faster DC, shott-story-scenario-building conferences,
and better, less obtruSively? Or could it be and a future transportation brainstorm-cum
FEMA?" His eyes lit up at my mention of the short story workshop with DHS. At the 2009
hete noir of both Left and Right. I went on. S&T meeting in D.C, SIGMA member and best
"Who wouldn't like the chance to help FEMA selling author Greg Bear was invited to be Mas
do a better job' David Brin and others have ter of Ceremonies. Later that week, SIGMAns
shown we could generate cell phone-to-cell Bud Sparhawk, Tom Purdom, Tom Ligon, John
phone peer-to-peer conununications and save Hemry ("Jack Campbell"), Charles Gannon,
lives in Katrina-like situations." (And most re Nebula Award winner Catherine Asaro, and I
cently, sadly, in Japan, where cell phone ser put on a panel and then signed autographs at a
vice went out during the earthquake and local scientific bookstore. The Washington
tSlmami double disaster.) "We get to have input Post wrote a fuvorable, photo-illustrated article
to save lives and protect ourselves and even on SIGMA after the conference and bookstore
you critics. What's not to like?" My accuser just panel, quoting DHS officials who said that SF
grumbled and walked away. authors were "showing us another way of
Since 2007, SIGMA has participated in five thinking about the impact of technology."
official conferences and several other meet Besides Jerry Pournelle's bleak survival polit
ings with Homeland Security, on both coasts. ical plea, what other kinds of predictions or
At the 2008 Stakeholders' Conference in D.C, forecasts do we provide government agencies?
the SIGMA panel was voted "Best Panel" by the Michael Swanwick, best known (in his own
attendees. Other government agencies, some words) "for writing about dragons and fairies
that prefer not to be named or even men and trolls, not technology," showed a different
tioned, have called on SIGMA to brainstorm on way of thinking when he wrote an invited arti
future developments in communications, com cle for Homeland Security, based on his panel
puter applications, politics, sociology, demo presentation in 2008. "What constitutes suc
graphics, and culture. Sometimes the clients cess in wilUling the War on Terror?" he asked.
are surprised: in 2008 SIGMAns Walter Jon "What would airports look like in that wonder
Williams, MMOG writer/manager Mark 0' ful future?" He goes on to envision going
Green, and author/professor Charles Gannon through an airport ten to fifteen years from
were the first to introduce NATO planners to now, and never having to go through a metal
detector or take off your shoes. (roday I would industry participants listed all their predictions
include "intrusive pat-downs and naked X-ray for the year 2025 on flip charts. At the end I
photos. " ) In his editorial on the SIGMA web stood up and said, "As the sole SIGMA partici
site, Swanwick says, "little robots scurry pant here, representing the science fiction
around, like in Star Wars, sniffing your ankles; community, I want to say that everything you
pretty flowers contain sensors that check have written up here is futuristic and thought
everything; spy cameras check out all possible ful and sometimes amusing. But there is not
bad guys. Some of them are even phony, but one idea here that was not first talked about in
the whole system works. You don't feel violat science fiction stories at least twenty years
ed or delayed. All is good . " CNN News liked ago-some of which I wrote myself!"
the concept so much that they proposed to fol
low Michael through the Philadelphia airport POSTSCRIPT: Since the first draft of this ar
to demonstrate what his success story would ticle, the Twitter-Facebook revolutionaries
look like. Interestingly enough, a grouchy TSA have spread to Yemen, Bahrain, Algeria, Ubya,
refused to participate! Syria, and even Saudi Arabia.
So what has been the impact, if any, of SIG From the viewpoint of a science fiction
MA so far? From testimony in the media and writer and SIGMA consultant, let me draw at
told to me in person by Feds, I believe that we tention to the possibility of other applications
are beginning to affect the thinking patterns of of advanced technologies among the op
those we have worked with. This influence on pressed of the world. In another article, "Man
government bureaucrats and others would ufacturing Magic" (Analog, September 1992),
never have happened without SIGMA and our I proposed that the 1990s technologies of
science-fictional inputs. I can further testify rapid prototyping- stereolilthography and
that many people in the government are re other additive processes-would someday
ceptive, are now trying to "think outside the produce "rapid manufacturing , " resulting in
box." (To which SF writers usually ask, " What "Mr. Factory" manufacturing appliances in
box?") The fact that SIGMA has no govern every home. Consumers would order products
ment affiliation, funding or other stake in the online, and "download" them as physical ob
Beltway ecosphere means that we are a neutral jects, straight from purchased computer files.
resource any agency can tap without having to A box in their utility room would fabricate any
consider the political implications. object, using lasers, powders, liquids and gas
Government decision makers are already be es. This technology promised to bring back
ing affected by science-fictional thinking, cul manufucturing into the home, with unforeseen
tural tropes, even if they deny it. At an Army social and financial consequences.
brainstorming session a keynoter said that he In a September 1995 interview with Wired
wanted advanced thinking, but "no science fic Magazine ("Gear From Goop") about Sandia
tion ideas." In the public questioning session af programs I was involved with, I speculated
terwards, when I publicly objected to that about a rapid manufacturing application that
statement, he countered that after 9tl l they may yet impact those protesting Middle East
had brought in SF writers who didn't have a ern societies with access to high-tech conmlU
thing to contribute. "In tact, we taught them," nications and equipment. Speaking about
he sniffed. Then he continued on, and during young people and the new age of rapid manu
the remainder of his an;wers talked about fu facturing, I said, "1 hope they don't use it to
ture societies "that we don't want, like Blade make zip guns."
Runner or Soylent Green," and those we do But now, maybe I do.
strive toward "like Star Trek. " He was totally
unaware that science fiction paradigms had al POST-POSTSCRIPT
ready permeated his worldview. Several mem Five SIGMA members were invited to pre
bers of the audience later apologized to me for sent a panel at the 20 1 2 Global Competitive
the strange attitude and evident contradictions. ness Forum, to be held in January 201 2-in
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. •
But there is still far, far to go. At yet another
conference, I listened as the government and Copyright © 2012 Arlan Andrews, Sr.
E l m ira ,
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H
e came with the night mail on the West only a receding past and an unrealized future.
Shore Line at just that moment when He stood alone on the plarform with his great
the world teetered between one day coat and valise and watched the red lanterns
and the next. Midnight is a magic time, of the caboose vanish into the night.
the single instant when there is no present: The breezes whipped up by the train's pass-
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ing died, and with them the fading c/ackety if words cost four bits apiece, "Hear tell, he's
clack of wheels on rails. The flurry of activity down Ha'tford way. "
that had greeted the mail's arrival-station The stranger shook his head. "I've just come
master, post-master, Negro porters, conduc by way of Hartford. They told me that he had
tor-had evaporated like ghosts. The stars come here."
looked down on the empty platform through The clerk chuckled. "That man Clemens is
a cloudless sky, unreachable and yet at the full of comin's and goin's, Mr. . . . " His eyes
same time unbearably close. On nights like dropped to the register, reading it upside
this, the stars alone could cast shadows, and down. "Mr. Kipling. Don't clear his travels
would have done so had the gas lamps lining with me, anyways. "
the platform not overwhelmed them. Their Kipling smiled briefly and settled his thick
guttering flames peopled the station with eyeglasses more firmly on his nose. He was
silent, capering shadows. chasing all over the northeast on a fool's er
A gentle rain of soot and cinders feU in the rand. A few off-hand references in letters writ
locomotive's wake and the man brushed ab ten by a man distracted-and a man who
sently at his sleeves and shoulders. It was a spun fancies for his life's work, at that. He
warm night, and damp with the recent rains. should have stayed in Brattleboro, tucked
A wretched hour to arrive anywhere, but Elmi comfortably into the Vermont hills. But there
ra was as remote as Khatmandhu so far as rail was no way out of Elmira now until the next
roads were concerned and midnight it was, morning's milk run, so he would be sleeping
"unless the gentleman would care to wait until here tonight, whether Sam were in town or
tomorrow. " no.
The gentleman would not, and so the night In his room, Kipling pulled a nightshirt
mail it had been. He looked around to get his from his valise and laid his kit out on the dress
bearings and, hefting his valise in one hand er in an orderly row. To one side, he placed a
and draping his greatcoat over the other arm, copy of Frank Reade's Library. Its garish cov
he strode briskly to the stairs at the end of the er bore an imaginative vision of a dirigible air
platform. The worried glance he spared just ship. A rigid balloon with airscrews, it could
before stepping off was aimed not at the lights float wherever its crew directed it and not
of the departed train, but at the glimmering drift with the winds as more quotidian bal
stars overhead -as if he expected that at any loons did. Such ships were possible; the ex
moment one would drop and strike him upon perts were all agreed on that. Rumor had it
the head. that William Paul would test his experimental
Albatross some time next year. And Dr. Lang
The frowsy hotel was just as he remem ley in Washington was said to be testing scale
bered it, though five years had gone since he models of a different sort of craft altogether
had last stayed there. The night clerk was a an aerodyne rather than an aerostat, some
shrunken and wrinkled old man, aged in a thing making no use of balloons, though how
pickle vat. He looked up when the bell rang, such a craft might stay in the air was a puzzle.
but gave no sign of recognition, and made no Kipling flipped through a few pages of the
comment while the stranger signed the regis weekly pulp magazine. All the issues were like
ter. He did, however, drop the double-eagle on that. Air ships. Sub-marine ships. Mechanical
the countertop to hear its ring before placing servants. Might an imagination vivid enough
it in the strongbox. "You must receive a fine create its own reality? Might the young boys
class of boarder these clays, " the stranger com who read these lurid stories grow into the
mented dryly. But the clerk simply men who would someday build them? What
shrugged -a comment as eloquent as a thou wonders might the 1920s bring'
sand words from lesser lips. He handed over a He undressed and tugged the nightshirt
heavy brass key Witll the number 28 stamped over his head, thinking he might snatch a few
into it in uneven numerals. The stranger heft hours of sleep before making the trek up East
ed his valise. "I was told Mr. Clemens was in Hill. If Sam were in town; ifhe were of a mind
town, » he said. to receive unexpected visitors. Debt had a
"Couldn't say, " the clerk answered. Then, as way of narrowing one's interests. Sam had
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been lecturing in Europe, raising money to ant, fat little hills. Farnlers had cleared the hill
pay off his monstrous liabilities, and planned, tops for farming, leaving the steeper, lower
according to his letters, only a brief rest here slopes shrouded in timber and giving the hills
before resuming the tour. It was catch him an odd, monkish appearance. The Chemung
now or-by Jingo!-chase him clear to Seattle River, a churning, brown stream partaking
or Australia. Or India. something of the nature of both water and
Though it might be nice to see India once mud, meandered past the town and, from ap
more. Kipling gazed into the distance, hearing pearances, had recently meandered directly
the faint tinkle of caravan bells, seeing the bus through it. The packed dirt streets had soft
tle and color of the sarai and the dusty slopes ened into a sticky morass that sucked at the
of those Kotgarh Hills, "where the young boots of the men and the wheels of the carts.
women grew so lovely that a man would travel The view was little different from what he re
fifty miles over bad ground just to gaze at membered of his previous visit. The town was
one." He smiled a little and sighed, remember perhaps a little larger, a little busier. The ef
ing that he was many years and a great many fects of the Panic, much like those of the
more miles from his birthplace. Chemung, seemed to have receded.
He took two newspapers from his valise Kipling made his way along the boardwalk
and set them beside Frank Reade. to the livery stable where he found a young
AIRsHIP SIGHTED OVER OAKLAND!!! the San man with grease-stained hands, working on a
Francisco Call declared. Duryea self-propelled car. New things, me
ATI'EMPl'ED CROSSING TO NEW YORK CITY!! chanical things, fascinated Kipling, and he
UNKNOWN INVENTOR! studied the car with interest. It was a queer
The third head rated only a single exclama item. The teamster's bench was set rather far
tion point; but if the airship's inventor were back, and the lack of a tongue gave tlle wagon
unknown, how could his destination be trum an odd, foreshortened appearance. The motor
peted? Or did Americans simply assume that sat on a little platform at the back. The Lang
all roads-even aerial ones-led to the Hud dons had purchased two Duryeas, the hackey
son? TIle accompanying woodcut portrayed a told him-one for themselves and one for
figure rather like two saucers set face-to-face hire. The young man enthused over the "auto
floating in the air over a clutch of houses and mobile." Some day, he assured Kipling, every
probing the ground below with a searchlight. town would have one. The claim seemed a tri
Giant airscrews were mounted on all four fle extravagant and Kipling thought the hack
sides. ey had read too many issues of Frank Reade's
The second paper, the Chicago Tribune, Library
featured a photograph of people along a rail However, the notion of riding up to Quarry
road track gazing skyward at a black, cigar Farm in a horseless carriage was just too de
shaped silhouette. Kipling studied the picture lightful, so Kipling engaged the Duryea on the
a long moment, though he had pondered it all spot and hired the hackey to act as teamster.
during the train ride. A woodcut might be linl Teamster? With no team of horses to drive,
ited only by the imagination of the engraver; a new name seemed called for. A duryeaist,
but surely a camera could capture only what perhaps' Kipling played with the possibilities
was presented to its lens. during tlle ride. TIlere ought to be a story in it;
He glanced again at the little map in his if not for mature readers, then perhaps for
pocket almanac. The San Francisco paper was young boys. Like Sam, he had written his
dated November; the Chicago sheet, April. It share of fancies; but a story of this sort fell
was July now, in Elmira, New York. Kipling somewhere in between the ordinary and the
spent a restless night graced by very little outright fantastic and, like the "teamster" of a
sleep. horseless carriage, would surely need a new
name to describe it.
Morning revealed Elmira in all its splendor. A technological romance? Mr. Wells had
It was a modest town, given over to the manu published an adventure of travel in tinle only a
facture of such homey items as window sash few months before, but Kipling regarded it as
es and door frames, and surrounded by pleas- too fantastic. It was not something one could
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and piles of clothing over which a platoon of to take the Pledge, and I do now and tl1en, just
maids fussed and folded and packed in as fine to make her happy. "
a simulation of productive activity as Kipling Kipling assured him that he would never
had ever seen. Kipling had grown up in a tattle on a lodge brotl1er. They saluted one an
more austere world and packed with a sol other and drank in companionable silence.
dier's precision. He admired the soldier's no The older man took a seat on tl1e divan.
nonsense, spartan approach to things. Had his Clemens wore a brocaded dressing gown
eyesight not been so poor, things might have and a fez with a tassel hanging to one side. His
fallen out differently. He might have taken the mane of white hair surrounded a head that
King's shilling and lived the adventures he seemed too large for his body. Like a child,
only wrote of. Kipling thought. His hands were delicate,
with long, tapering fingers that quivered
Sam Clemens' study was a single room, oc slightly when they were at rest. His mouth
tagonal in shape, perched atop a hill a hun was as delicate as a woman's; and indeed, Sam
dred yards behind the farmhouse, from which might have made a most attractive woman. He
one perceived an astonishing vista of the en had the fastidiousness and sensitivity of the
tire countryside. To one side, nestled the city fair sex; and, unlike most Anlericans-and as
of Elmira; to the other, deep valleys rippled tonishingly so for a Westerner born and
green with sunmler fir. In the distance, where bred-he disliked backslapping and arm
the pine haze turned the hills a pale, peculiar squeezing.
blue, lightning played on the bare hilltops. "Married life agrees with you, Ruddy, "
The gray blur of rain struggled down one of Clemens said, interrupting his tl1oughts. "Car
the valleys like a stalking beast. Dear Lord, oline is fattening you up nicely. How do you
Kipling tll0ught, a man might have all the pri find Vernlont?"
vacy in the world up here, and Nature would "Agreeable enough , " Kipling told him.
still strike the pen dumb. "Save for Caroline's brother. He's been crack
Six sides of the structure were large win ing on against Britain recently, over this
dows, so that the view intruded even inside. Venezuela business. "
Since four of the windows were propped "Brothers-in-law, " said Clemens, "are the
open, the view did more than intrude. It strut Deity's way of limiting our marital bliss."
ted inside and capered about like a lunatic. "Why don't you have one of Mr. Bell's tele
The papers on the large, round writing table phonic lines run in here' Then you could call
fluttered under the bits of brick-bat that held down to the house whenever you needed any
them down. There were a couple of comfort thing. No need for shouting out the window. "
able chairs, a bookcase, a portfolio stuffed Clemens made a face. "I come up here to
with papers, and a sofa on which Sam get away from the house. The world has too
Clemens lay sleeping. many consarn gadgets as it is." He looked un
Kipling hesitated only a moment before he comfortable and shifted in his seat.
went to tl1e door and rapped upon it. He had "Speaking of gadgets, I hired your fatl1er-in
not come all this way to let a nap stand in the law's horseless carriage for the trip up here.
way of his business. Have you ever ridden one? Fascinating device.
I'm determined to buy one, once the price has
"It's been too long, Ruddy, " Clemens said af come down. "
ter admitting his visitor to his sanctum. The Clemens shook his head. "Another gadget,"
two men shook hands and Clemens led he said under lowering brows.
Kipling to the stuffed chair. "Can I send down Kipling chuckled. "At least you won't have
for anyth i n g ' " he asked. " A tea. A sweet to clean up the waste. You can hardly see the
drink?" Kipling demurred and Clemens smiled cobblestones for the road apples in cities like
and opened a desk drawer. "Good. Bourbon Boston or Brooklyn or New York. "
whisky. Just what I would have suggested. ' He The whiskey swirled i n its glass while
poured two fingers of bright amber into a pair Clemens frowned over it. "Might be," he said
of whisky glasses kept in the drawer. Clemens at last, "we're better off with the devils we
winked. "Don't tell Livy. She's always after me know. "
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Kipling had been steering the conversation pletely literal. I have to annotate her books for
toward gadgetry, but here was a deadfall di her, pointing out which are the jokes. " He
rectly in his path. "That doesn't sound like paused. "Of course, she returns the favor by
you, Sam. Why, in Connecticut Yankee . . .." pointing out which are the blasphemies. "
"Ruddy, a man can change his mind. In fact, "You wrote me a few months ago from Eu
he ought to change it now and then, just to rope," Kipling said, "about a new novel you
prove he has one. Sure, that's the way Con had written . . . "
necticut Yankee started. King Arthur and that "No time for writing these days. Travel and
crew lording it over their serfs . . . I knew 'em lecture, like a damned trained monkey. "
from before the War. They were the South. "It was the novel about mental telegraphy,"
And 'The Boss,' he was the North. An effi Kipling pressed him.
cient, can<lo mechanic. He's not very dashing "Oh, that. J burned it." As if to illustrate the
or chivalrous, but he gets the job done. The point, Clemens struck a lucifer and relit his
new age of machines and progress. " He fin cigar.
ished the whiskey. "Maybe I was wrong. " Kipling slumped in his chair. "That is too
O r maybe the business with the linotype bad. J had looked forward to reading it."
had soured him on all invention. Kipling Clemens removed his cigar. "Don't you tell
probed for a delicate way to skirt the issue. "J me that you came all the way around from
like your study, " he said. "Odd shape. " Vermont just to read my scrap paper! Well . . . "
Clemens smiled. "It's laid out like a pilot's He replaced the stogie and resumed the ritual
house on a Mississippi riverboat. " His eyes of lighting. "I shouldn't worry. It was too mad,
danced as he took in his surroundings. "It that's what it was. But I proved that mental
takes me back, it surely does. Why, there's telegraphy exists. "
nothing quite so close to God on Earth as the The visitor sat straighter. "Really! How?"
pilot of a Mississippi riverboat. Works mira Clemens tapped his snowy hair with one of
cles, too." his long, delicate fingers. "Because I received
"Parting the waters?" Kipling ventured. a mental telegram from my editor saying he
'Just not running the poor boat agrolUld. If would reject any manuscript so fantastic. So I
you knew the river, you'd understand what a saved him the trouble and me the postage by
miracle that is." burning it." He saw that his cigar had gone out
"J suppose there are not too many of those again while he was speaking, and struck an
old paddle-wheelers still running." other lucifer.
It was the wrong thing to say. Clemens' "In your letter, " Kipling ventured, "you
smile drifted away from his face. "Damn fool mentioned monkey-like creatures who come
ishness. Any carpenter with a saw and a ham in an airship . . . . "
mer and a bucket of bolts can repair a paddle Clemens paused with the flame hovering
wheel; but a screw propeller wants a machine before the tip of his cigar. "Did I? I'd forgotten
shop and a dry dock to fix ie." that part. Ah, who would take such fantasies
"Yet, the future will be different," Kipling seriously?"
ventured, "whether we like it or no." "I might."
Clemens shuddered. "Then we ought to Clemens stared at him for a moment as if re
make sure it's one we like . " He was quiet for a ceiving another mental telegram. Then he
moment, looking upon some inner trouble. puffed his cigar alight and exhaled a cloud of
Then his eyes lit with a false light. "Did you bluish smoke that half-concealed his face.
know that J once wrote Livy a letter and dated "You would. Why'"
it sixty years in the future ? " He chuckled Kipling turned the glass in his hand, study
heartily, ending in a series of coughs. "We'd ing the amber remains within. He himself was
been married four-no, nearer five years, J not sure why; yet here he was a long crooked
think. That's right. J was on the lecture circuie. way from Vermont-by way of Hartford
I wrote it in 187;, but dated it 193; and de miles of rattling rail cars, of smoke and soot
scribed aU the marvelous things J was seeing. and Cinders, and a poor night's sleep. He fin
Poor Livy was positively frightened. She is so ished his drink and set the glass down on the
serious and takes everything she reads as com- desk. "There are old temple carvings outside
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Lahore . . . But tell me why you believe i n strikes you like a meteorite.
'mental telegraphy' and I will tell you why I've "This idea was that the market was ready for
come." a book about the Nevada silver mines. The
Clemens pursed his l i p s . " Most folks 'Great Bonanza' was a new wonder then, and
thought I was joking when I wrote that article everybody was a-talking about it. Now, it
for Hatper's. I'm a humorist, so they think I seemed to me the person best qualified to
write nothing serious. I tried to publish it write it was Bill Wright, a journalist by whose
anonymously in the North American Review, side I had scribbled many a month when I was
but Mr. Metcalf was too wary for me. He said a reporter, and I wrote hinl inlmediately. I be
that the Review couldn't treat 'mere coinci gan by modestly suggesting he write such a
dences' seriously. But I have had a number of book, but my interest grew as I went on, and I
experiences . . . " He fell silent and stared into ventured to set out the plan of the work. I
the distance. Kipling waited patiently. even dealt with details and suggested the or
"One night," Clemens said, "years ago, this der and sequence which they should follow."
was-It was around midnight in New York Clemens' cigar had gone out again, and a few
City, I stepped into a cigar shop far up the av moments passed in the re-lighting of it. "It
enue where I was living, and remained there sounds presumptuous, I know, but Bill and I
fifteen minutes, listening to a couple of bum were old friends, and I knew he would not
mers discussing national politics. Suddenly, I mind. But I delayed sending the letter, think
said to myself, 'I will go out this door, turn to ing I should sound out a publisher I had in
the left, walk ten steps, and meet Mr. O-face mind. As it happened the publisher was out of
to face. ' I had heard that he was in town, but I town, and after three or four days the whole
did not know where he was staying. And I did matter had passed out of my mind. Then, on
it, too! I walked about five steps to the door,
"
the 9' of March, the postman brought a thick
opened it, closed it after me, walked down a letter whose superscription was in Bill's hand.
flight of three steps to the sidewalk, then In a flash, I knew. Before I had even opened
turned to the left and walked four or five it, I told a visiting relative that Mr. Wright pro
more, and found my man. I could not see his posed to write a book about the silver mines
face, because he had an umbrella before it, and the Great Bonanza, and wanted to know
and it was pretty dark anyhow, but he inter what I thought of the idea. He said his sub
rupted the man he was walking with and I rec jects are to be such and such, and their order
ognized his voice. That I should step out there and sequence were to be so and so. Ruddy, it
and stumble upon my friend was nothing was precisely the same plan, written on the
that happens all the time-but to know it same date as my own. But mine still lay in its
would happen beforehand. Wasn't that really pigeon-hole. Chance might have duplicated
curious?" one or two of the details of the book, Ruddy,
Kipling rugged a little on his moustache. but she would have broken down on the rest.
"We have all had such experiences. How often I cannot doubt-there is no tenable reason for
have you thought you would encounter some doubting-that Mr. Wright's mind and mine
one and-you did not? Misfires like that never had been in close and crystal-clear communi
occupy one's memory the way the hits do." cation with each other across three thousand
"Ten steps," said Clemens. "1\lrn left? I tell miles of mountain and desert on the morning
you, Ruddy, it was that specific, not some
d
of the 2" of March. '
vague notion that I might run into him. And "Like a telegraph without wires, " Kipling
there were other occasions. About five years commented. There might be a story in that,
ago, I believe-it was the 2"d of March-a red too, he thought. Hadn't he read of an Italian
hot new idea suddenJy came whistling down lad who had rigged a bell to ring whenever
and exploded with such comprehensive effec there was lightning in his neighborhood? Mac
tiveness as to ,weep the vicinity clean of rub aroni, or something like that. "Do you think it
bishy reflections and fill the air with their dust might work through time?" he asked Clemens.
and flying fragments. " "Your first premonition was of something that
Kipling chuckled. He had had that experi would happen, shortly; your experience with
ence more than once. Sometimes, an idea Wright seems to have been simultaneous. "
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"You mean, might someone in the future be should write about these fantastical monkey
reading our minds right now?" Clemens tilted men and their flying cigars . . . " He pursed his
his head back and gave the matter somber lips and looked out the windows of the study
consideration. "Then you ought to take care over the wild, forested valleys beyond the
what thoughts you entertain. Wives, I think, town.
already possess that power. " "Rail road trains," he said, "telegraphs, tele
Kipling reached inside his jacket and pulled phones, now these horseless carriages. Soon
out the two newspapers, which he laid out enough, dirigible airships, maybe even that
and flattened on the table. "Some friends of wireless telegraphy you mentioned, that Mac
mine who know of my interest in airships sent aroni lad. Have you ever wondered where it
me these. J had wondered what you should might lead?"
make of them. " "To an age of marvels, " Kipling allowed.
Clemens favored him with a careful look. "For white men. "
"And so we come at last to your reason for vis Kipling shrugged. "Someone leads the way.
iting. " He picked up the Chicago paper, and But others follow. Sullen, half-caught at first,
when he saw the photograph he started visi perhaps. Half-devil and half-child. But we'll
bly. teach 'em. There were no railroads in India be
"You've seen one of those before'" Kipling fore the Raj. No telegraphs. Now there are.
asked quietly. And all the while, they are weighing us, judg
"When was this?" Clemens finger touched ing us. Someday, with their dear-bought wis
the newspaper gently. dom, they will judge us as our peers."
"April." Then before Clemens could ask, he Clemens had allowed his cigar to go out,
added. "Before that, November, over San Fran and now he made no move to relight it. "You
cisco. " really believe all that?"
But Clemens had gone to his globe, where "Sam, I was born in India. My milk tongue
he laid a string across rwo points. "Along this was Hindustani. Until my parents sent me to
line, I suppose. They've taken a bearing." that awful boarding school in England. "
"Who has, Sam? Who has taken a bearing?" Clemens sqUinted. "That still bothers you,"
The older man heaved a sigh, then returned he observed. "Maybe it's not always a good
to the couch and poured himself another thing to be under the instruction of strangers.
bourbon. "Here, you may want a second for Ruddy, have you ever seen an Indian reserva
yourself. " tion' Our Indians, not yours. They were a
"Monkey-men and mental telegraphy," said proud people once. Now they're cowed and
Kipling. He did not refuse the additional drink. beaten. All of these new-fangled inventions . . .
"As a piece of fiction , " Clemens said, "that They overawe the heathen. They break his
pours a greater measure than what most read spirit. I don't approve of it. Not one little bit."
ers are normally prepared to swallow. Unless He rose from the couch and shook out his
he has swallowed some bourbon first. " trousers. "Do you want to see where it would
"When I was ill, " said Kipling, "when I was all lead?" He exchanged his fez for a broad
just coming out of being ill, I read Tom brimmed white hat, and his slippers for stout
Sawyer a couple of times. Again and again; walking shoes. He donned a walking jacket.
and J tell you, Sanl. J would rather have been "Follow me. "
the author of that book than any other that has Kipling rose, but before he left the "pilot
been published in my lifetime. ' house" he glanced again at the newspapers
"You're young, Ruddy. Most of your lifetime and at the globe where Clemens had marked
lies ahead, so while I'm flattered, send me a the track. Elmira next, he thought.
mental telegram from your old age and tell me
it is still the finest thing you've ever read. J Clemens led him around the back side of
could have chosen better, though. J would the mountain, over a trail that was tricky in
have chosen TheJungle Books." He looked spots, past abrupt plummets, through close
into his bourbon glass and swirled it around, grown pines, across a meadow thick with an
as if it had been brandy. "Talking animals. I've cient dried needles and rotted leaves. Breezes
never taken a hand to that theme. Maybe you wriggled through the trees, bearing scents of
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flowers and milkweed and incipient rain. factories. So I hiked my way to it, thinking the
Kipling marveled at the old man's vigor. New aeronaut might need assistance. " Clemens
York City's new police commissioner advocat searched in the pocket of the jacket he had
ed what he called "the strenuous life" but, by thrown on and emerged triumphantly with a
Jingo, this was it! fresh cigar, which he clamped unlit between
They came at last, a little muddy and grass his teeth. "Took me most of the day, but I fi
stained, to a place on the back side of the nally found . . . this."
mOlUltain where a meadow opened on a won Kipling ventured closer and saw that the
derful view of the river valley, and trees had crumpled end of the airship was crowned by
snapped and fallen. From here, no other farm a canopy of glass-or of a material as like glass
steads were visible. The rain he had noticed in transparency as it was unlike it in frangibili
earlier was now much advanced, and Kipling ty, for i t was fully intact. He pulled out his
hoped they would find their way back to handkerchief and brushed at the detritus that
Quarry Farm before the storm struck. had fallen on it.
" I saw this last year from my s t u dy, " And stepped back in sudden alarm.
Clemens announced, "It was drifting down "So," he said, pretending to a calm he did
the valley, floating in the air like a brother-in not feel, "this is where you found your idea of
law-without any visible means of support. a monkey-man." He took a cautious step for
No balloons or wings, I mean." ward and peered through the canopy. The
This was a twisted and crumpled mass of creature had not moved.
metal, shaped on the whole like a flattened There was something in its puckered visage
cigar that had been stubbed out. It was just that suggested something very like a monkey,
over a rod in width, wider toward one end but Kipling had seen monkeys enough in In
than the other, and perhaps a little less in dia to know that this was not of that fraternity.
height. The length was hard to judge, due to It was as dark as a Bengali, and wore a tight
the crumpling; but Kipling judged it nearer garment that revealed unfamiliar musculature.
four rods than three. In color, it was a reflec There were two eyes, set curiously Iow an the
tive silver, and running around its perimeter face, but nothing like a nose or mouth was ev
were a number of protuberances of unknown ident. If there were ears, they were hidden be
purpose. Several of these dome-like bulges neath a helmet that enclosed most of the skull.
seemed to have burst like pustules. An effect No neck was evident-the head emerged
of the smash-up-or a cause of it? directly from the shoulders-and the arms
"I supposed it was an aeronaut when I saw ended not in fingers, but in short, stubby ten
it," Clemens continued, "and that I was to be tacles. Kipling wondered, wildly, how such a
dle accidental witness of the first directed aer creature might operate a typewriting ma
ial flight. Yankee ingenuity wins again. But chine.
then suddenly it banked-and I could see that "Go ahead, " Clemens said. "Ask me how I
the undercarriage or keel, or whatever we imagined that such a creature might use men
must call the hull of such things, was the color tal telegraphy. " Kipling looked up sharply
of the sky above. I suppose that is why so few from his perusal of the . . . teamster' The dri
on the ground have seen it, and I was privi ver? Clemens' face had gone as pale as his
leged only because of my perch atop the hill, suits. "Go allead and ask," he said again.
looking down. There was a flash along its star Kipling ;wallowed. "What . . . was it like?"
board side and that portion of the aerostat "Are you certain you want to know?"
dipped, and it banked, as I said, and swerved "Very much. I've never seen this game. Can
into the hillside." you imagine if everyone had the trick?"
"Whatever was holding it aloft , " Kipling "Is this what you people call 'stiff upper
suggested, "failed on one side and the engi lip'? Ruddy, it would be like hell on Earth,"
neer was unable to compensate in tinle. " Clemens assured him. "Everyone knowing
"Well, between the camouflage and the lo one another's thoughts? There would be mur
cation, no one else could have seen it. If any der and mayhem from dawn to dusk. Yes, bit
one heard the sound, he would have dis ter cold, isn't it? The skin of that thing. "
missed it as coming from the rail yard or the Kipling had touched the frame and pulled
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kept the conversations up. a medicine worth learning! Sanl, there are Ra
She had earlier sent the hackey back down jputs and Bengalis and Sikhs in India building
to Elmira with a promise for his return in the railroads, stringing telegraph wires, surveying
morning, and so there was nothing for it but land, clerking for the government.Think of
that Ruddy would spend the night with the what we could learn from these others! They
Clemens. must have devices that make our dreams of
The rain began with the sherry and Kipling airships and wireless seem childish. "
drifted to the window to look out the wind "Exactly. " Clemens finished his sherry in
rattled panes into the downpour. "The road one convulsive swallow. "Ruddy, you're a
will turn to mud, " he predicted. "TIle Duryea damn fool. What makes you think we could
would get bogged up, so the boy will have to learn their magic any more than a Pawnee
fetch me i n a horse cart . " He turned and could learn electrical engineering? All our
looked at Sam. "In a horse cart," he said again, hopes and dreams would be crushed. Nothing
stressing the words. would be worth striving for, because it has all
Clemens understood his meaning. He been done better by them. Why do you think I
plucked his cigar from his lips and j oined went on the lecture circuit after I saw it crash'
Kipling at the window. "I try not to dwell on Why do you think I'm heading out west and
it. Whenever it crosses my mind, that haIf-dead across the Pacific? If that thing out there is a
thing somehow knows. I can't say why I think boat, I don't want to see the ship. I'd rather
so, but I'm as certain as can be." The cigar re not end my days as a drunk on a reservation
turned to its place, and a ring of smoke float on some nasty patch of unwanted land. "
ed over the room. "The thoughts of the . . . the "That would depend, would it not?"
" "On what?"
"The pilot , " Kipling suggested. "That must "On whether we are your Indians or mine. "
have been a small pilot house he was sitting Thunder crashed again and the monsoon
in." without was lit by a bright flash.
"Yes. His thoughts don't sit proper in our "Close," said Clemens.
minds. They make no sense at all unless you But Kipling held up a hand and hushed hinl.
stand close by; and even then, it's mostly In the momentary brilliance of the Iightl1ing,
sights and emotions that come through. If one he had seen the stars occluded. It might have
of your Andaman Islanders could read our been the rainclouds, but it might have been
thoughts, what on Earth could he possibly something huge and black drifting against the
make of them?" night. In the silence he could hear the hiss and
"He is reliving the crash, the pilot is. He patter of the rain, the fading rumble of the
wonders what he might have done differently. thunder. And, maybe, maybe another sound,
Sometimes, he thinks of . . . It must be his like the bow drawn across a bass viol. It
home. The pilot is lonely, and frightened . . . hummed low and uncertain.
and hopeful. Despite the oddness of his vi Clemens gave him a curious look, but he
sions, I think he must be very much like us." did not ask the reason for the silence-or per
"I'm sorry I left him to die. But what could I haps he heard the same bass thrumming. He
have done?" drew again on his cigar, blew another smoke
"Nothing. Made matters worse, most likely. ring. All in silence.
He had equipment in his boat." When that silence had stretched on, tight as
"Equipment. " a bowstring, Kipling asked the question in
"The cold. We preserve meat in ice houses, both their minds.
do we not? Perhaps he is not dead, but only in "How long do you suppose we have before
a sort of frozen state. That may be why his we find out'" •
thoughts were so off. They were dreams, irra
tional. Frozen sleep . . . By Jingo, that would be Copyright © 2012 Michael F. Flynn
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pening her purse, January fished out a "I made it here in an hour. I hear that's pret
lighter and a pack of American Spirits. ty good. " January fixed him with what she
"Mind ifI smoke?" hoped was a challenging gaze. "Shall we get
"Not at all," Dr. Iyer said, his soft eyes started? I assume you want to hear about the
watchful on her face. "You smoke much'" voices. "
January lit a cigarette, then exhaled. "A pack "Yes, if you like," Dr. Iyer said, i n the im
a day. Or maybe less. It helps. But you knew placably calm tone she had already noticed.
this already. " "What can you tell me about them'"
The neurologist only gave her a neutral "It depends on how far back you want to
smile. As January regarded him warily, she re go, " January replied. "It isn't just me, you
alized that he had brought her outside ex know. There's a history of it in my family.
pressly to allow her to smoke. They were Which I believe is what you'd call a significant
seated on the balcony of his office, which of risk factor. "
fered a fine view of the campus below. TIle af Even as she spoke, she reflected that much
ternoon was overcast but warm) and from of what she was saying was in her patient file,
here, she could make out cheerful tufts of fall which meant that he knew it already. If this
foliage all the way to the Armitage Library. was old news, however, he was too polite to
Taking another pull of smoke, she exanlined say so. "Just tell me as much as you like. '
the man across from her. They made a peculiar January studied the end of her cigarette. "I
pair. Through the neurologist's eyes, January guess I should start with my grandmother,
could see herself for exactly what she was: then. She heard voices whenever she walked
thirty, tan, and long of limb, an attractive farm in the woods. My mother says our neighbors
girl in a denim dress. Dr. Iyer, by contrast, was used to call her a witch, although I'm not sure
small and neat, dressed in a leather jacket and I really believe that. I remember her walking
black polo shirt. He was obviously intelligent, under the trees, barefoot, her hair down. AI-
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though I'm told that this might be a false mem didn't stop the voices. Mostly it made me
ory. Isn't that right'" sleepy. " January paused. "As for your next
"It's possible," Dr. Iyer said noncommittally. question, pot helps, but I haven't smoked up
"How old were you when she died?" in a long time. I've done coke once or twice,
"Five, I think. She filled her pockets with but that's it."
stones and drowned herself in the pond near She had expected the neurologist to write
our farm. Just like Virginia Woolf. " this down, but he did not. "And drinking'"
"I see." Dr. Iyer wrote something down in "Sure, ' January replied. "But everyone in my
her file. "And when did you begin hearing the hometown drinks. There isn't a lot else to do
voices?" around there."
"When I was ten. I was hiking along the "Yes, I can imagine. " He glanced at her file.
pond when I heard them for the first time. At "You still live on your family's farm?"
first, I thought someone was walking behind "Not really a farm these days," January said.
me, but when I looked around, nobody was "It's just land. About two hundred acres. We
dlere. To be honest, I didn't think much of it. I don't grow much of anything. My parents are
assumed that everyone heard voices like this, retired. They leave me alone. I used to tutor lo
but didn't bother to talk about them." cal kids in Latin, but not so much anymore. "
Dr. Iyer made a note of this as well. "And "You did quite well in school, I see," Dr. Iyer
what did these voices say to you?" said. "As for your personal situation-"
January lit a fresh cigarette from the end of "Unmarried, obviously. I don't date much. "
her expiring one. "Oh, they'd just make con She began to feel irritated. "Look, you already
versation. They said they remembered my know all this. So what do you really think?"
grandmother. Sometimes they'd give me advice "About your case?" Dr. Iyer closed the file. "I
about problems at school, boy trouble, that was told that you were a strong candidate for
sort of thing. After a while, I got the feeling this study, and at the moment, I'm inclined to
that they were preparing me for something, agree. You hear voices, with no hiStory of visu
shaping my life in certain ways, but I never al hallucinations, and are resistant to conven
knew for what, exactly. " tional treatment. Moreover, you're articulate
Looking across the balcony, she tried to and intelligent, and seem willing to seek help. "
guess what the neurologist was thinking. She He hesitated. " Before we go any further,
wasn't sure if he saw her directness as ad though, I need to ask you something, and I
mirable objectivity or as a sign of disassocia want an honest answer. Do you believe that
tion. "Did the voices ever tell you to hurt the voices are real?"
yourself?" January gave him a smile. "I believe that I
"No," January answered at once. "And be have moderate to severe schizophrenia."
fore you ask, they've never told me to hurt any Dr. Iyer blinked at this, then got up from his
one else. As far as I know, they're harmless. " chair. "I see. In that case, if you're still interest
Dr. Iyer only nodded thoughtfully a t this. ed, I can show you the lab. '
"And are you hearing the voices now?" January ground out her Cigarette and rose as
"No. In fact, they've been strangely quiet to well. "Yes. I'd like that very much."
day. As if they know why I'm here." Drawing back the sliding door, Dr. Iyer led
January smiled to show that she was joking, her back into his office, its shelves lined with
but the neurologist didn't seem to notice. "Any fossils and seashells. They went out to the cor
visual hallucinations?" ridor, then took an elevator to the floor above.
"Not that I can remember, " January said. As they went up, January dimly began to sense
"Sometinles I get the sense that they're lurking that someone besides the doctor was watching
just out of Sight, in the shadows, or out of the her, as if something small and inquisitive were
corner of my eye. But I've never seen them di lurking just outside her field of vision.
rectly." When they arrived on the next floor, they
"That's good, " Dr. Iyer said, with a note of headed down another hallway, at the end of
peculiar satisfaction. "And medication'" which stood a metal door. Dr. Iyer unlocked
"It doesn't help. And I've been on just about the door and swung it open, revealing a sec
everything. Risperidone, most recently. It ond door inside. He had to strain a bit to move
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it. The doors, January recalled, were made of posed to work. "
ferromagnetic alloy and, altogether, weighed " It's quite simple, " Dr. Iyer said. "Auditory
over four hundred pounds. "Need a hand?" hallucinations create identifiable patterns in
"No, thank you," Dr. Iyer said, gnmting as he the brain. When you hear a word, or think you
pulled back the second door, disclosing a third. hear one, your auditory cortex lights up in
"I should be used to it by now. Earth's magnet characteristic ways. The same is true when you
ism is all around us, you see, and if we let it in, imagine yourself talking. Your brain creates an
it'll upset what we're trying to do." efference copy, a sort of mental echo, that the
Opening the final door, he led her into the scanner can learn to isolate from surrounding
room beyond, which nlrned out to be the size neural activity. In time, with the proper cali
of an ample closet, its walls paneled in beige. bration, it can even recognize specific sowlds
At the center of the room stood an apparatus and words. And instead of turning these
about six feet tall. Its lower half consisted of a sounds into spoken phrases, we simply save
chair, like a salon hair dryer, set before a them as raw text. "
flatscreen monitor. Above the chair, dlere was January saw that his usual dispassionate air
a helmet that resembled an inverted toilet had given way to a boyish enthusiasm, like that
bowl, surmowlled by a large white appliance of a child showing off an expensive toy. "I un
like a washing machine. It was smaller than derstand that. What I still don't see is what this
January had expected, based on the pictures has to do with the treatment. "
that she had studied. "This is what you call a "Oh, but it's essential. " Going to the wall, Dr.
magnetoencephalograph?" Iyer brought over a device the size of a desk
Dr. Iyer chuckled. "Well, only if we have lamp, shaped like a plastic figure eight, mOlUlt
plenty of time. Normally, we just call it the ed on a movable gantry. "This is the second
scanner. Here, let me show you. " component. As we track your inner voices,
They approached the machine, where he we'll also be treating you with transcranial
pointed to the helmet. "You see, it has three magnetic stimulation. In your case, we'll be
hundred sensors set up to detect magnetic stimulating the left temporoparietal junction of
fields produced by the brain. A detailed pic the brain. It's a course of therapy that has suc
ture of neural activity in real time. " cessfully treated auditory hallucinations in the
January halted a few steps away, her arms past. "
folded. "So you're saying it reads minds. " He gently moved the coil closer, until it was
"Not exactly, " Dr. Iyer said. "It began, as you poised above her forehead. "The trouble is that
probably know, as a military project. The army it's hard to track the results. This is where the
wanted to develop a way for soldiers to com scanner comes in. It gives us feedback in real
municate i n battle without speaking. A tinle, factoring out the field generated by the
thought helmet would detect signals from coil and telling us how neural activity is chang
parts of the brain associated with imagined ing. And because we're effectively eavesdrop
speech, then translate the signals into sounds ping on the voices themselves, we can monitor
that could be heard by another user. Synthetic not orIly their severity, but their content. We're
telepathy, they called it. " essentially hearing what the voices are saying,
The neurologist smiled faintly. "A ridiculous which obviously affects the patient a great
premise, of course, and highly impractical. A deal. It brings objectivity to the process for the
single random thought would throw every first time."
thing off, and its accuracy was never more Dr. Iyer moved the gantry back to its original
than fair. It was never going to work on the bat position. "Historically, the treatment of your
tlefield. Almost inCidentally, though, it gave us condition has been based on observed behav
a powerhd diagnostic tool." He indicated the ior or reported experiences. It was an inexact
chair. "Would you like to sit down? I won't nlrn science. This scanner is a much finer instru
it on." ment. That's why we're focusing on auditory
After a moment's hesitation, January came hallucinations. Voices are discrete, unambigu
forward and settled herself in the seat. It was ous. We can track them, analyze their content,
the wrong height for her, but adjustable, like a and adjust the therapy accordingly. And we
dentist's chair. "I'm still not sure how it's sup- hope that the brain will eventually learn to re-
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organize itself. " The voice came softly from behind her, as if
"So let me see if I understand, " January said, it were just over her left shoulder. "What do
still in the chair. "As part of this therapy, you're you think you're doing?"
tracking my hallucinations, making a transcript This was the conversation she had been
of inner voices. A record of my most secret dreading. She started the engine. "You know
thoughts. Am I right'" exactly why I'm here. And you?"
Dr. Iyer only laughed. "Yes, well, it's possible As she pulled into the street, Elfric contin
to think of i t that way. My colleague, Dr. ued to speak, his familiar voice soft and rea
Nathan, might even agree. But we don't intend sonable. Although it sounded as if he were
to do anything with the data beyond the para seated right behind her, she knew that if she
meters of the treatment itself. And I can assure turned her head, there would be nothing
you that we've taken measures to protect the there. "I came to see this doctor you've told us
privacy of all our patients." so much about, as well as his ridiculous ma
"I'm sure you have, " January said. Looking at chine. It seems to me that he's hiding some
the neurologist, however, with his small, tidy thing. Do you trust him?"
features, she sensed there was something he ''I'm willing to take a chance," January said.
wasn't telling her. When he mentioned his col "I've tried just about everything else. "
league, a secretiveness appeared in his eyes "I see." Elfric paused. "You're obviously wel
that hadn't been there before, and it gave her come to do as you wish. We've never stood in
pause. your way. And yet we find it strange that even
All the same, however, she knew that she after aU this time, you still refuse to believe. Do
was running out of options. At this point, she you want to be rid of us so badly?"
had tried nearly everything else, and the treat January felt tears fill her eyes. Reaching out,
ment he was offering was the most promising she switched on the radio and turned up the
she had seen in years. And even if she had volume, hoping that the music would drown
doubts about his methods, in the end, she told out the voice. For a long time, however, Elfric
herself, she really had nothing to lose. continued to speak, in his quiet, sensible way,
January climbed out of the chair. For a sec and the last thing he said, before he finally
ond, the sense that she was being watched lapsed into silence, haunted her all the way
grew stronger, but as she looked around the home: "You won't get rid of us so easily, you
room's bright interior, she knew that there was know-"
no one here except the neurologist and her
self. "All right. If you'll have me, I'll volunteer. " II.
"Good," Dr. Iyer said, visibly pleased. "If
you'll come with me, then, we can discllss the Later that night, she was awakened by the
rest. " voices. At first, as she lay in bed, somewhere
The paperwork did not take long. Half an between consciousness and dreaming, the
hour later, January descended the steps of the voices seemed inseparable from her own drift
teaching hospital and headed for her car. As ing thoughts. Gradually, though, as they rose in
she crossed the leafy campus, she sensed that intensity, it became clear that they were some
she had made an irrevocable decision, al thing more, and around three in the morning,
though she wasn't yet sure what the conse the last tether of sleep broke, and January
quences would be. opened her eyes.
Passing through the brick archway of the She looked up at the darkened ceiling. The
quadrangle, she emerged on Garrison Street, whispers were coming from her left, outside
where her hatchback was parked halfway up the bedroom. Sitting up, the sheets sliding
the block. Going to the car, she unlocked it smoothly away, she looked at the door, which
and got behind the wheel. was open. She couldn't make out what the
January was about to insert the key into the voices were saying, but already knew where
ignition when, instead, she leaned back in the they wanted her to go.
seat and closed her eyes. Even before her visi At last, she got out of bed. It was still early
tor spoke, she knew he was there. "What is it, aunmll, so she wore only a nightdress. Glanc
Elfric?" ing at the clock, its hands barely visible in the
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moonlight, she saw the time and sighed. They house, its scoop and bag of sawdust just inside
weren't going to leave her alone. Before she the door. Sometimes the voices liked to talk to
went out, though, she opened the drawer of her there, for reasons she didn't really under
the nightstand and removed an electric lamp. stand, but tonight, they clearly wanted her
She knew that they didn't like it, but wasn't in somewhere else.
clined to humor them tonight. January passed into the trees. Aside from the
Going into the hallway, she moved through low murmur of voices, which seemed to be
the cabin, the floor creaking beneath her feet. coming from somewhere up ahead, all was
The house was small but comfortable. For the silent. Beyond the circle of the lamp, the
most part, she had built it herself, carrying the woods were in darkness. This country might
beams one by one across the field. The land on be young, she thought, but the woods were
which it stood had been in her family for gen very old. A few centuries weren't nearly long
erations, and her parents had said she was wel enough to explore them properly. And while
come to build it anywhere she liked, but it was only a few pockets of forest had been left un
the voices, ultimately, d1at had told her where touched by progress, it was in these places,
to go. She wasn't sure why they had picked outside the town, that the voices were
this particular spot, but she had her suspicions. strongest.
For one thing, it was close to the woods. And At last, January passed through a gap in the
the pond. trees and found herself at the pond . She
As she crept quietly through the house, the switched off the lamp, making her way for
lamp's pale circle of light revealed row after ward by the light of the moon. As the lamp
row of bookshelves. Nearly every wall was grew dark, the voices ceased as well.
lined with books from floor to ceiling. Some She looked around the clearing, giving her
were titles that the voices had told her to buy, eyes time to adjust. The pond where her grand
dusty secondhand volumes of literature, poet mother died wasn't much to look at, just a
ry, folklore. Others were books that she had mud hole with reeds growing along the edge,
bought herself, without asking the voices for but it had always felt like a place of power, es
their opinion. These were the books on psy pecially at night, and she knew that she had
chology, neurology, and mental illness. been brought here for a reason.
When she entered the kitchen, playing the Near the pond, there was a stone bench,
light before her, a shadow appeared on the erected by unknown hands, overgrown with
wall, the outline of something small, stealthy, moss and creepers. January went up to it, step
and alive. January caught her breath for a mo ping carefully through the tall grass, and sat
ment, then saw it was only her cat, Crowley, down so she was facing the water.
slinking across the floor, perhaps returning After a moment, a quiet voice spoke at her
from a hunt in the surrounding fields. side. "We didn't think you would come."
Now the voices were coming from outside. January did not turn away from the water.
From time to time, through the curtain of She knew that if she looked at the bench be
sound, she could make out a single word: 'Jan side her, nothing would be there. "It's late. I
uary-" have a busy day tomorrow. What do you
Inside the cabin's front door was a mud want?"
room area, with a jumble of bags, shoes, and "We're concerned about you, " Elfric said. As
coats. Pulling on a pair of boots, she opened usual, he spoke of himself and the others in
the door, her lamp still raised. Outside, it was the first person plural, although his was the
cool but pleasant, the wind gentle on her skin. only voice that had ever broken through the
The voices, she found, were coming from the whispers to give itself a name. "We've been
trees. talking about this doctor of yours, and are
She moved forward, a very solid specter in afraid he may be misleading you."
her nightgown and boots, and headed into the January had to smile at this. "So now you're
woods. There was technically a path here, but suddenly experts in neurobiology. "
she had been bad about mowing it, and now "No. But we're experts, unfortunately, in
the grass was at the height of her knees. On men. We've been watching men like this for a
the other side of the path stood a snug out- long tin1e. They believe themselves wise, but
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they are only infants. They think they under ten necessary to take more than one course of
stand the world, but see only a fraction of what action, "
exists. And the little they do see, they destroy. " Over the next few weeks, her sessions be
January shook her head slowly. She had gan to setde into a routine. At the beginning of
been given this lecture before. "Look, if there's each visit, she would sit in the chair, her head
something you want to tell me, just say it. in the white helmet, and read off a standard
You've always had trouble getting t o the calibration list of words and syllables, which
point." would allow the scanner to begin recognizing
"Then I'll make myself clear. " Elfric's voice the corresponding patterns in her mind. TIlen
grew cold. "We've never stood in your way be came an hour of the therapy itself, followed by
fore, but now, you're doing something very a closing interview with Dr. Iyer.
rash. You're betraying a confidence to a man At first, she had been afraid that the voices
you hardly know. We didn't spend all this time would refuse to speak, but sooner or later, they
preparing you, over so many years, only to always did. When Elfric spoke to her at the
have you trade our secrets away as if they were hospital, he said that he had followed her
nothing. We've been good to you, haven't we?" there, slipping past the doors just before they
January did not reply. Looking out at the SWWlg shut. His voice always seemed to come
darkened pond, she thought of all she had giv from the same corner of the room, directly
en up, and how little the voices really under across from the scanner, as if he had tucked
stood of this. Yet she had also been given a himself there invisibly to watch.
great deal, even if the burden had finally be Elfric also seemed curious, despite hinlself,
come too much to bear. "Yes. You've been about the nanlre of the treatment. She sensed
good to me, in your own way. " him studying Dr. Iyer, keeping a close eye on
"Then you need to trust us now, " Elfric said. what he was doing, though his initial mistrust
"You don't see the full picnlre. I know it seems of the neurologist had not decreased. If any
difficult, but all will come clear soon. Every thing, it had grown stronger, and his voice did
thing we've done has been for a reason-" not cease to warn her, reasonably and inces
Hearing these soothing words, January felt a santly, that she was making a grave mistake.
sudden rush of anger. "Is that what you said to But dlen, gradually, something extraordinary
my grandmother?" happened. The treatment began to work.
The voice at her side fell silent. January The first thing she noticed was that the voic
sensed hesitation there, even a kind of shame, es had grown softer. They had always faded
and it gave her the courage to continue: "I've slighdy in the faU and winter, as if their power
thought it over for a long time, and there's only waxed and waned with the seasons, but now
one conclusion. You're all in my head. I'm go they were faltering more than usual. Elfric
ing to fix things now, before it's too late. Please seemed to sense this too, and as if in response,
don't bring me out here again." his tone grew more urgent, trying to persuade
Without another word, January rose and her, from the same corner of the room, to
turned away from the pond, picking her way leave before it was too late.
through the grass. From behind her, the voice And yet the voices continued to weaken. By
came flintly: "If you won't let us in, we'll find the end of the second week, aside from Elfric's
another way-" increasingly fragile voice, they had been re
She did not respond. Switching on the lamp, duced to a muffled hiSSing, like that of a den of
she made her way back to the cabin. For the snakes. Elfric alone remained coherent, but
rest of the night, the voices did not speak even his voice seemed diminished, as if he
again. were pulling away.
The following day, she began the first of her Then, one morning, as if a switch had been
sessions at the hospital. Dr. Iyer had settled on turned off, the voices stopped entirely.
a schedule of three sessions each week, com At first, January didn't believe it. There had
bined with a regimen of drugs, which he ex been times in the past when the voices had
p l ained would help with the voices. ceased, sometimes for a few hours, occasional
"Schizophrenia is a disease with many fletors," ly for longer, as if they had business elsewhere.
dle neurologist said. "In order to treat it, it's of- It was only after several days had passed that
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she began to suspect that they were gone for that it might violate the conditions of the study,
good. The treatment had succeeded. All this so she turned aside, heading along the path to
time, it seemed, the voices had been nothing her right.
but her imagination. A second later, she noticed that he was wan
Her first reaction, unexpectedly, was sor dering the same way, apparently looking for a
row. Faced with this unaccustomed silence, spot under the trees. Staring at him, she felt
she was strangely disappointed to realize that her feet carry her in his direction, until they
the voices had been hallucinations after all. Dr. were abmptly face to face. "Dr. Nathan?"
Iyer explained that this was a common reac He halted, surprised. For a second, she saw
tion among patients who responded positively something wary in his eyes. "Yes'"
to treatment: "It's hard to give up something She extended a hand. "Hi. I'm January. Dr.
that has been a part of your life for so long. Dr. Iyer has told me a lot about you-"
Nathan and I have seen it before. The impor After a beat, he shook her hand, smiling for
tant thing is to get on with your life, and to the first time. "I hope he's been telling you
prove that you're special in other ways." good things. Are you one of his students?"
Initially, she had dismissed the neurologist's January hesitated. A number of thoughts ran
advice, still hurting from the absence of the through her head very quickly. She realized
voices, but in time, she had seen its wisdom. that he hadn't noticed her at the lab that morn
Slowly, painfully, she began to heal. She spent ing, and that she no longer resembled anyone's
more time with her parents, who lived in the idea of a mental patient.
farmhouse across the field, and who said she It took her only a second to make her deci
looked happier than she had seemed in a long sion. "Yes," January lied. "He often mentions
time. On her own, she made plans to take on a you in class. We've been following your work
few new students, after a long absence from with interest. I'd love to talk to you about it
tutoring, and packed up a box of the books the sometinle. "
voices had told her to buy, as if clearing out her He grinned and raised the paper bag he was
life at last. She even threw away her cigarettes. holding. "Well, if you like, I was about to eat
All the same, her sense of loss persisted, and lunch. Care to join me?"
there were days when she found herself alone January managed to return the smile. "Why,
by the pond, hoping that the voices would that would be lovely, Dr. Nathan."
speak again. U they were there at aU, they re "You can call me Aubrey, if you like." He ges
mained silent. As relieved as she was, she was tured at the leafy campus around them .
also saddened. Now that the voices were gone, "Where shall we go, then?"
she wasn't sure what she had been hoping. In the end, they ended up beneath the trees
Perhaps, she thought, she had simply wanted in a quiet corner of the quadrangle. As the doc
it all to be tme. tor dug cheerfully into his sandwich, January
Then one day, two weeks after the voices began to relax. Aubrey was charming and
ended, she met Dr. Nathan for the first time. rather handsome, and every now and then, she
She was seated in the hallway outside the neu would spot passing college girls casting appre
rologist's office, paging through a magazine, ciative looks in their direction.
when she happened to glance up. Through the They began, inevitably, by talking about
office door, which was open halfway, she saw their only mutual acquaintance. "Dr. Iyer is
a young doctor seated across from her, going quite a character, " Aubrey said. "One of the
over what looked like some patient files. He most brilliant men I've ever encountered, but
was tan and attractive, with long hair, but she he can't even remember where his car is
only saw him for a second before the door parked. Still, I'm glad he called me in. It's been
closed from the inside. quite the opportunity-"
Her session went smoothly, with no sign of January smoothed out her skirt, her legs
the voices, and she did not think of the young tucked beneath her on the grass. "What kind of
doctor again. As she was leaving the hospital, opportunity do you mean?"
however, she noticed him coming up the brick "1 don't know how much he's told you, but
path, heading straight in her direction. She it's the chance of a lifetime. " Aubrey took a sip
didn't feel like talking to him, and suspected of soda. " I ' m not a neurologist, you under-
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stand. I have a doctorate, but it's in Victorian you going?"
literature. Most scientists aren't inclined to January had risen from the grass.Anger was
trust people from the humanities, but Dr.Iyer f lowing warmly through her body, but she
knew precisely what I had in mind." managed to keep herself under control long
Something in his words was beginning to enough to give him a nod. "I'm sorry, but I
trouble her. "Which was what, exactly?" need to go. It was nice talking to you."
"A new kind of scientif ic study." Aubrey Before he could respond, she turned and
tucked the remains of his sandwich into the pa walked rapidly across the grass, heading for the
per bag. "You see, my own field is rapidly nearest path.Although she did not look back at
changing.111ese days, with all the texts of the Aubrey, she could sense hinl staring after her
Victorian era available online, you can subject as she f led.
vast amounts of material to statistical analysis. She headed for her car, feeling furious and
In the past,you'd draw conclusions about a lit betrayed. Dr. Iyer, she realized, had lied to her
erary period by reading three novels, or thirty, from the beginning. The study had violated her
or three hundred. Now we can look for pat privacy in all the ways she had feared,listening
terns in hundreds of thousands of books. It's in on her deepest secrets. Real or not,the voic
called nonconsumptive research- " es had been right. And now, she thought mis
"I know, " January said sharply. "Or digital erably, they were gone.
humanities. I've heard of it. But what does this Two days later, at her next session, she did
have to do with Dr. Iyer' " not bring up her encounter with Aubrey,
"Well,thanks to his work,we can apply the whom she did not see at the hospital again.
same principles to the human brain. I like to During the clinical interview, in which she
think of it in terms of the brain bank at Stanley only gave the bare minimum of information in
Medical Research Institute. Ever been there? response to his questions, Dr. Iyer seemed to
It's the world's largest library of schizophrenic sense that she had something on her mind,but
and bipolar brains, six hundred in all, half of did not ask what it was, and she was certainly
each brain frozen, the other kept in formalde in no mood to tell him.
hyde. It's a gold mine for research into mental That night, she was out on her porch, crav
disorders. What Dr.Iyer is doing is providing a ing a cigarette, when she heard footsteps com
similar resource for the hallucinations them ing up the overgrown path. Rising,she looked
selves. " into the darkness. Someone was heading her
As she began to sense where he was going, way. She took a few steps forward,then saw a
her uneasiness continued to grow. "From the shadow y figure approaching the cabin. "Who's
transcripts, you mean." there?"
He nodded. "It's really quite brilliant. As a As she halted, the figure did as well. A voice
byproduct of this study,we have access to hun came out of the night: "It's Dr.Nathan."
dreds of hours of unfiltered auditory hallucina "Aubrey?" January looked out at the dark
tions, transcribed by the scanner and saved in ened field."What are you doing here?"
text form. A library of inner voices. And we "I spoke to your parents, " Aubrey said, re
can subject them to the same kind of analysis maining where he was. "They pointed me
as any other body of literature. I've done sinli here.I need to talk to you."
lar work with schizophrenic writing. Schizo January felt another throb of anger. "Please
phrenics have trouble writing about tinle and go away. We have nothing to discuss."
place, for example, or anytiling outside of the Aubrey did not move. "I only need a mo
first person. And if we can learn so much from ment. I promise not to keep you for long. "
their writing,imagine what their inner voices After a beat,January took a step forward.As
will say." she did, Aubrey came closer, unti l she could
A hot blush began to spread across her face. make out his face at last. She regarded him
"So what have you fmmd so far?" coldly. "1 assume you learned that I'm not one
"Not much," Aubrey said. "I'm just starting of Dr.Iyer's students."
to dig into the data. But you can slice it in all "Yes, I know that now, " Aubrey said. "That's
kinds of ways. I'd be happy to show you some what I wanted to talk to you about."
time, if you Iike- " He broke off. "Where are Looking into his eyes,January saw for the
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first time that he seemed nervous, even fright seemed to see a single voice. The transcripts
ened. "What is it?" were converging. Something was being over
"January, I don't understand hoW; but I was laid on the raw hallucinations, as if someone
told to come here. It seems crazy, but - " were speaking through these subjects. The
Aubrey hesitated. Then, even as her own heart voice, whatever it was, did not seem typical of
began to pound, he forced out the words he schizophrenic speech. And it only appeared in
had been reluctant to say: "I'm here for a rea members of the control group living within a
son. There's something I'm supposed to tell specific geographical region. An area that is
you. A message from someone named Elfric-" centered, I've come to believe, on this very
!arm. "
ill, January found d,at her mouth had gone dry.
"And when did this start to happen'"
January sat Aubrey down at the kitchen "About two weeks ago , " Aubrey replied.
table, then took two glasses and a bottle from "Around the same time, according to your file,
the cupboard. She poured him a drink, which that you stopped hearing the voices."
he accepted gladly. "All right, then," January January refilled the glasses, spilling them
said. "Start from the beginning." only slightly. "So what does the voice seem to
Instead of responding, Aubrey downed his be saying'"
glass. January refilled it, watching him all the "Your name," Aubrey said simply. "Among
while. An intense excitement was gathering in other things. At first, I thought it was a refer
her body, but she fought to keep it at bay, ence to the month of January, but schizo
knowing that she had to be wary of hope. All phrenics, as I've mentioned before, aren't very
the same, as she poured, she noticed that her good with time. I was wondering, in fact,
own hands were trembling. where your name came from. Is it because of
At last, Aubrey set down his glass, coughed, your birthday?"
and began speaking without preamble. "50 I've "Yes. The last day ofJanuary. " She gave him
been looking into the data we obtained from a shaky smile. "My parents say I was lucky I
the study. Fifty patients were enrolled a1togedl wasn't born a day later. Is it important?"
er, half of them in the control group, and the "It could be." He scratched the sleeping cat's
initial results were just what you'd expect. The ears. "You're probably familiar with the birth
transcripts were a jumble of words and images, month effect, which says that people born in
most of it paranoid and hostile, sinlilar to schiz winter months are more likely to be diagnosed
ophrenic writing and speech . " H e paused. with schizophrenia-"
"Gradually, though, the data began to change. "I've heard of it," January said. "I'm told it's
Subtle patterns emerged. Too subtle, in fact, because of the higher rate of infections, like in
for any human reader to see." fluenza, that can danlage dle brain. "
January finished most of her own drink. She "That's one theory. But I'm starting to won
found that she knew exactly what he was go der if something else might be at work. In one
ing to say next. "But not a computer. " of your interviews with Dr. Iyer, you men
Aubrey began to stroke the head of the cat, tioned that the voices tend to become softer in
which had blithely jumped into his lap, as if the fall and winter. Is that tme?"
claiming the chair for its own. "That's right. "Yes. And they increase in the summer.
Over time, we can apply machine learning to When I was younger, I used to think that the
the analysis of the material, training the com voices, whatever they were, fell asleep in the
puter, as it were, to spot statistical anomalies. winter, and that they grew strong later in the
At some point, it began to notice that certain year. Like the woods. "
words and phrases were recurring more often "And if that's tme, then it could explain the
than simple chance would predict. It's some birth month effect," Aubrey said. "I've been
thing like identifying an author based on the thinking about this all day. The rate of infant
peculiarities of his style. But here-" brain growth is highest during the first six
He trailed off briefly, looking down at the months of life, meaning that for winter babies,
cat, which had curled up and fallen asleep. it peaks at the same time these voices are at
"But here, the more I looked, the more I their strongest. Which makes me wonder if
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children born in winter are sinlply more sensi "Yes. You may be right . " Aubrey freed his
tive to something in the air. It's all around us, hand from hers, then glanced at his watch. "It's
and can even penetrate the magnetically late. I'd better get going. But I'll do what I can
shielded room at the hospital, but it's still to get the transcripts to you. Thanks again for
something that only a few special people can seeing me. "
hear. " "Of course." January watched as Aubrey
She remembered that there was something rose, managing not to displace the cat, and
he had not yet shared. "And the message?" headed for the cabin door, which she had left
Aubrey glanced away. "It's very simple. So open to the night air. At the door, he paused
far, it seems to recur, in various fonns, in nearly for a moment, looking back, as if he wanted to
all the control subjects from this areaJanuary, say something else. Then, turning away, he
come back. The time is near." He turned back was gone.
to her. "And there's one more I found today. E/ January went to the doorway, watching as
fric says your grandmother is here." he walked down the path. As soon as he was
January closed her eyes. Around her, instead out of sight, she slowly pulled on her own
of the voices, she heard only the sound of the boots, picked up the electric lamp, and left the
wind outside. When she asked herself how she cabin herself, going in dle opposite direction.
felt, she found nothing but a foolish relief, as A few minutes later, she was out by the
well as a sense of inevitability, as if she had pond. Going to the edge, she slipped off her
known ali along how this story would end. boots, feeling the mud between her toes. Then
When she opened her eyes again, she no she set the lamp down and waded into the wa
ticed that a few beads of sweat had gathered ter until she was up to her knees.
on Aubrey's forehead. He seemed even more January closed her eyes, shivering slightly,
frightened than before. "January, tell me. Who her feet and calves growing numb. It would be
are they'" easy, she thought, to drown herself. Easier, per
She considered her reply carefully. This was haps, than the choice that confronted her now.
a question she had pondered for most of her Lifting her hands, she covered her face, hop
life, but even when she asked the voices them ing that the voices would tell her what to do.
selves, she had rarely obtained a straight an As before, there was nothing but silence, but
swer. as she listened to the sound of the woods at
"They're what you might call the dark spirits night, she sensed them out there somewhere,
of nature , " January said at last. "It sounds trying to reach her, their voices obscured by
ridiculous, I know, but it's the best I can do. the wind.
They aren't angels or fairies. Maybe they're All these years, she thought, the voices had
closest to what we used to call elves. They been preparing her for something. It was only
aren't supernatural, but a part of the natural now, as she remembered the look of fear on
world, and they've always been here." Aubrey's face, that she understood what it real
Aubrey nodded slowly, as if his own suspi lywas.
cions were being confirmed. It occurred to The world would be changed forever. After
her that his literary background might have left centuries of legend and superstition, the first
him relatively open to such possibilities. "And real evidence had been obtained, using statisti
what do they want?" cal analysis, that even in its own mind, human
"Nothing, really. They mean no good to us. ity was not alone. And while she had been
But they don't mean any harnl, either. At most, living with these voices long enough to accept
they want their voices to be heard. In the old them with a ready, if trembling, heart, for oth
days, I think, everyone heard these voices, but ers, it would be the greatest shock in human
they've been splintered and lost. But now history.
you've given us a way to hear them again." January opened her eyes, looking across the
She reached out hesitantly and took his pond at the dark line of trees in the distance.
hand. "IT you can, I'd like to see the rest of the What was needed, she saw clearly, was some
transcripts. I need to know more. If you're one who could move between the two worlds.
right about this, there may be a message there An emissary, perhaps, one who could hear the
d,at only I can see. ' voices without any need of technological me-
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diation. Someone who knew them, was place without any effort on her part. "What
known by them, and could prepare the world happened'"
for their arrival. "It's rather hard to explain." The neurologist
Looking down at the black water, she re paused, as if gathering his thoughts. "As far as
garded her own distorted reflection, joined to we can tell, the treatment works. It causes the
her body by the knees. Then she turned back voices to stop. There's no doubt of that. Unfor
to land, her flesh pebbled with goosebumps. It tunately, it seems to have some unexpected side
would be a hard road, but she was ready. And effects. I was aware that this might be an issue,
as she emerged from the pond, she found that but until recently, I thought we could overcome
she was reconciled to the part she had to play. it. This turned out not to be the case. "
Her boots and lamp were lying among the January saw that he was stalling on purpose,
reeds. As she pulled on her boots and took up as if afraid to get to the point. "Tell me."
the lamp again, she halted. Something was A seashell stood on the neurologist's desk.
standing there, in the grass under the trees, Picking it up, he began to toy with it nervously.
something shadowy and silent. "The treatment, as you know, was based on
"Elfric?" The sOlmd of her own voice startled magnetic stimulation of the left temporopari
her. For a moment after she spoke, the word etal junction. The function of this area is still
seemed to hang in the air, the hair on her arms being studied, but we believe it has something
standing on end. There was no answer. Then to do with the brain's sense of self. This is why
the wind changed, the grass shifted, and the the therapy helps with auditory hallucinations,
shadow, if it had been there at all, was gone. which arise from a confusion between exter
By the following morning, after a sleepless nal voices and tlle mind's own thoughts. But it
night, she had reached a munber of decisions. can also cause other delusions. "
It would be necessary, first of all, to end her He set down the shell. "One case, of partic
therapy. The treatment was blocking out the ular interest, was written up in the literature a
voices and their messages at the very moment few years ago. A patient with epilepsy was re
when she needed to hear them most. She had ceiving magnetic stimulation of the tem
to stop now. And the best way of doing this, poroparietal cortex, much like the patients in
she concluded, was to tell Dr. Iyer to his face. our study, but in her case, it had an unusual
She did not have an appointment scheduled, consequence. It caused her to perceive what
but this did not prevent her from driving out to she saw as a foreign presence nearby. What we
the hospital. Upon her arrival, she went might call a doppelganger. "
straight to the neurologist's office, the door of January began to feel uneasy. For a second,
which was partway open. She knocked. "Dr. she had the urge to get up and leave at once,
Iyer?" but forced herself to remain seated. "A doppel
January pushed open the door. Inside, Dr. ganger. What do you mean? A double?"
Iyer looked up from his desk in surprise. "Janu "Yes. According to the report, she saw an
ary. What are you doing here'" other person in the room. The figure was
"I need to see you. " She closed the door be around her own age, of indeterminate sex,
hind her. "I know we don't have a session to with a similar build and bodily characteristics.
day, but we need to talk." At first, it mirrored her position and move
After an almost imperceptible pause, Dr. Iyer ments. She was convinced that it was real,
indicated the chair before him. "Yes, please, sit even after her doctors said that nobody was
down. There's something important I need to there. And I'm afraid we're seeing sinlilar delu
tell you. Or would you prefer to talk on the bal sions in our own patients. The temporoparietal
cony?" cortex is rebuilding itself, as we hoped, but
"I quit smoking," January said flatly, taking a only by replacing the auditory hallucinations
seat. "What was it you wanted to say?" with visual ones. Have you experienced any
Dr. Iyer smiled apologetically. "I'm afraid I thing like this?"
have some bad news. We're ending rhe study. " After a tense pause, January shook her head.
111is was the last thing she had expected to "No, I haven't. Nothing of the sort. "
hear. She was surprised by this, but qUietly en "I'm glad to hear it," Dr. Iyer said. "I've been
couraged, as if the pieces were falling into concerned about you. I was especially worried
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when you mentioned, just now, that you'd giv with his long hair and tan complexion, so
en up smoking. Nicotine, as you're probably much like her own. She remembered how he
aware, eases some of the 'J'mptoms of schizo had been seated in a chair, directly across from
phrenia, which is why so many schizophrenics her, the first time she had seen hinl in Dr. Iyer's
are heavy smokers. Patients who stop smoking office, and how whenever she encountered
may experience a return of delusions, even in him again, he initially seemed to approach
forms they haven't encountered before. U any when she did, and halt when she halted.
tiling like this happens, you need to tell me. " Finally, she remembered sitting with hinl un
January began to feel sick. An unpleasant re der the trees in the quadrangle, on the day they
alization was gathering at the back of her had first met, and noticing that the passing stu
mind, but before it could take its final shape, dents were watching them. She had thought
she heard herself speak: "First I need to see the that the girls were eyeing her enviously, but
transcripts. " now realized that they had been staring at a
Dr. Iyer seemed mystified by her request. woman who was talking to nothing.
"TIle transcripts? What do you mean?" When she got home, she crossed the over
"The records of the voices , " January said grown field to her cabin, then looked around
calmly. "The ones you've been keeping for the interior. On the kitchen table, untouched
analysis. " from last night, was the bottle. Next to it was a
"I'm sorry, but I don't think I understand, " solitary glass.
Dr. Iyer said. "As I've told you before, we take Looking at the glass, she remembered how
patient confidentiality very seriously. Any data the cat had fallen asleep on the chair, lying on
regarding the voices were used only to cali Aubrey's lap, as if no one else was there. Then
brate the scanner, and nothing more." she turned and went down the hall to the bed
January felt a headache growing behind her room.
eyes. "But I know you've been looking at the Inside the closet, there was a cardboard box,
voices. You're storing them, recording them, only recently packed, full of the books that the
like a brain bank Dr. Nathan told me this-" voices had told her to buy. The one she want
"Really?" Dr. Iyer turned to a door by his ed was near the top. She took it out, then head
desk, which led to an adjoining office. "Dr. ed for the woods.
Nathan, could you come in here, please?" Hours later, as night fell, she was still seated
January turned as someone rose from a chair on the bench by the pond, the book open in
in the next room and came to the door. For a her hands. The tears on her face had dried. Al
moment, she could only stare. Standing in the though she heard nothing but the wind in the
doorway was a heavy woman in her fifties, her trees, she knew, with perfect assurance, that
graying hair tied back in a bun. The woman he would come. It was only a matter of tinle.
looked between the two of them. "Yes?" At last, she raised her eyes. Directly across
"I was hoping you could clear something from her, seated under the trees on the far side
up. " Dr. Iyer said, indicating January. "This is a of the pond, was a darkened figure.
patient of ours. According to her-" January rose. The man in the shadows did
Before he could finish, January rose from the same. When she took a step forward, he
her chair. Around her, the room seemed to did as well. And as she moved in his direction,
sway, and it was only with a considerable effort matching him step for step as they neared the
that she managed to turn and head for the pond, the book she was holding fell to the
door. Behind her, she heard the neurologist ground, open to the same page as before. It
calling for her to come back, but she did not said:
stop until she had reached the elevator.
Leaving the hospital, January moved across Aubrey. French. Derived from the Ger
the campus to where she was parked, walking man given name Alberic and the Anglo
quickly at first, then breaking into a nm. When Saxon iElfric, or Elfric. Literally, "Fair
she arrived at her car, she got behind the mler of the little people," or, alternative
wheel, then peeled off at once. ly, "King of the Elves. •
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66 JEFFERY O. KOOISTRA
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Sounding rather like an Analog editorial, he the pages of Analog in what is shaping up to
adds: "Since I strongly believe that overpopu be a fiery campaign season. In the Arena is an
lation is by far the greatest problem the world exceptional autobiography written by an ex
faces, this would be my only message movie. " ceptionally successful actor who knows
The movie was a big success but Heston enough to stick primarily with that which
thought his most important contribution to made him famous. Though Heston became a
the film was his decision to cast Edward G. conservative icon in his later days, the book
Robinson as "Sol," the aging "book," one of was published before his leadership days at
the few people in that fictional New York City the NRA. He spends a little bit of time explain
of 2022 still able to read and use the library. ing some of his views in the last chapter, but
Robinson had been famous since the '30s, and he doesn't preach (except once, see below),
had worked with Heston in The Ten Com nor does he dish any dirt. If ever an autobiog
mandments. They were very good friends. raphy took to heart the admonition "If you
There comes a point in the movie where Sol can't say anything nice . . . " Heston's is it.
has had enough of his overpopulated, over With respect to political views and affilia
heated world and is determined to "go home." tions in the arts, I'd like to leave you with this.
He enters a facility where he is gently eutha Starting on page 537, Heston discusses filming
nized while video plays all around him of how A Man For All Seasons for Ted Turner. Among
beautiful the world used to be. his costars was Vanessa Redgrave, and upon
Heston describes with quiet poignancy the her he lavishes praise, explaining why he
tale beyond the ftIm moment. Robinson knew thinks she is the greatest actress alive. He adds
he was dying when he took the roIe, though this paragraph: "Politically, Vanessa and I
no one else did. That death scene was the could hardly be farther apart. I'm a conserva
very last scene he ever filmed. "For Eddie, he tive; her radical beliefs make Jane Fonda
was finishing as an actor, standing for the last sound like Herbert Hoover. I refuse to believe
time on a sound stage, where he'd lived so that I've lost parts because of my politics;
richly, for so much of his life. Twelve days lat Vanessa is openly blacklisted because of her
er he was dead. No actor could ask for a better anti-Zionist convictions. The film and theater
way to go." communities should be ashamed of them
selves. "
One of the other reasons I chose to write Amen to that . •
about the movies for this particular column is
because this is an election year. I didn't want Copyright © 2012 Jeffery D. Kooistra
to fan the flames of political controversy in
I
t wasn't a migraine aura, because it stayed stretched out his arm, dangling one tassel over
put, just above Willy's coffee table. It it. Nothing.
wasn't Moses' burning bush in reverse-a No-wait. A corner of the cushion sheared
shimmering void rather than a shimmering off, and stuffing fell on the coffee table. The
fire-because it didn't speak. It wasn't a hallu tassel-
cination because Willy didn't do drugs. Willy hugged the cushion to his stomach
So-what was it' and walked around the thing again, checked
Enough to make Willy's jaw drop when he the floor. The tassel was not just sheared, but
walked into his apartment at 1 1 :30 Wednesday missing. No hiss, as though it had gone up in
night, sweating in the July heat. Enough to flames, no smell of burning. The whole corner
snap him out of the funk he was in, after Eve of the cushion was-gone. The thing, whatev
lyn dumped him as a loser. Enough to distract er it was, had not grown to encompass an in
him from the kick in the head of being laid creased mass.
off-and all the resulting despair of a career in Hmm.
shambles and financial woes-that was suck There was a ruler in the second bedroom.
ing him into a vortex of depression. That was Willy fetched it from his desk drawer, loosened
something. his tie, rolled up his sleeves and knelt in front
He walked around it. of the-whatever. It floated-not the right
Spherical. Ish. Opaque, if that was a word word-it existed above the coffee table, as
that cOl�d be used for something that did not though it had no weight. Willy extended the
seem to exist as a solid object. Maybe a foot in ruler toward the-not object-until it-not
diameter? It was hard to look at, hard to judge. touched . . . was consLUned? No.
He wafted air toward his nose. No smell. No Disappeared.
heat. It exuded nothing. It neither wavered Two inches. Yet, Willy was sure he hadn't
nor moved when he opened the window and inserted the nder to full depth. He pushed fur
turned on the fan. ther. Six inches, ten inches-he dropped the
He picked up a cushion from the couch and ruler. No way he was putting his fingers into
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galaxies you're on the air?" the guy spieled. "Yes . . . " That voice-
"Hi, I think I have a black hole in my living "This is Bernard Bester. Ask a Rocket Scien
room. " tist, CKZX? You called me earlier. "
"So do I . It's my mother-in-law. Next ques "Yes-"
tion . " "The anomaly you described on the show
What' "No, I mean, really." Willy regrouped. tonight piqued my interest. "
"It's about . . . a foot in diameter. " Did the radio Finally. Willy leaned his elbows on the desk.
guy sound familiar? "It has no energy of any "When I'm not moonlighting as a radio ex
sort coming from it that I can tell, and every pert, I actually have a Ph.D. in physics. I work
dling I insert into it vanishes." for Rada-Rid. I would be very interested in see
"Well, I'll tell you one thing, Bud," the rock ing this object. "
et scientist said. "It isn't a black hole. A black "It's not actually an object-"
hole compresses a tremendous mass into an in "Yes, yes, I understand," Bernard said over
conceivably small space. A black hole a foot in hinl. "Could I get your address, and come by to
diameter would have the gravitational pull of see it?"
Jupiter, would suck up everything around it, "Absolutely!"
you'd be dead, and the earth would probably W'illy gave Bernard the details and hung up
be gone. " the phone. He sat back in his chair.
"Wait a minute- " Was this guy for real? "I Maybe-at last-his luck changing.
thought it was a misconception that a black
hole sucks up everything around it. " "Willy Kavenaugh?" The tall man standing in
"Bud, if you had a black hole with the mass the corridor in casually impeccable business at
ofJupiter in your living room, you'd fall into ir. tire was effortlessly handsome. Not what Willy
Believe me. " had imagined in a late night radio show host.
"Okay . . . so it's not a black hole-" And-
"What you have there is a rent in space. " The lanky man thrust out a hand. "Call me
"Oh-" Bernard. "
"Like a tear. Like a place where the space Willy extended his. "Yes. You're early. I'm
time continuum is broken. " The voice niggled. sorry, the apartment-"
How did Willy know him? "Right, I couldn't wait to see it. May I ? "
"Are they common?" Bernard stepped past Willy a n d down the
"Nope. Never heard of one before. And short hallway to the living room.
now, folks, stay tuned for these messages, and Willy's second year at Harvard. Introductory
we'll be right back with 'Ask a Rocket Scien- physics. That's where Willy had known him.
tist!'" Bernard Bester. Brilliant and charming. And
Willy hung up and slumped back from his something else, something bigger . . . was
desk. Shit. Even the phony doctor on the radio hauled up to the Dean's office for some rea
blew him off. Rent in space. No such thing. son. Left school shortly afterward.
Gah! Willy followed Bernard into the living room
He swiveled his chair and looked with mild where the guy was staring at the blood stains
disgust at the void or anomaly or black hole, its on the carpet. He eyed Willy, then bent over
shimmer visible through the office door above the stack of hlrniture, peering into the jittering
the wall of hlrniture stacked around it. God blackness.
damn it, a mini black hole, or a rent in space, "You say you work for Rada-Rid?" Willy
or whatever it was, had to be earth-shattering. asked.
Earth shattering! "That's right. I don't tell Rada-Rid about
The phone rang. CKZX. They might not understand. " He
Midnight' flashed a Hollywood smile and gave Willy his
-Evelyn. Calling to say she got his last fif card. "World's largest nuclear waste disposal
teen messages. Or mom, saying all was forgiv company. Offices in Japan, China, India, and
en-ha. all through the Middle East and Europe. "
He picked up. "Hello?" "I've heard of it. "
"Willy Kavenaugh?" "We have offices right here in Oak Ridge.
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Working with the nuclear power generating the two of them. "A universe of two dimen
station. " Bernard patted his pockets. "Do you sions, length and width. " He poked the pen
have a pencil?" through the paper. "An object within that uni
Willy gave him the pen on the coffee table. verse could move at will around the hole in
Bernard seemed to have come out well from two dimensions, but in the third dimension,
whatever cloud he was under ten years ago. depth, the hole goes all the way through. "
"Watch out," Willy warned. "It can be danger Willy nodded. "So a discontinuity in a three
OllS. " dimensional space you could walk around-"
" I f it is what 1 think it is, you're right. " "But in the fourth dimension, time, it would
Bernard slid the pen into the hovering void. Bit be permanent. We wouldn't even know it was
by bit, the end disappeared. When Bernard there, because the absence it represents would
pulled it out, the tip was missing, and ink have been there from the beginning of time,
dripped onto Willy's chair. "Fascinating. " and would remain until the end of time. "
Bernard straightened. "How long has it been Willy leaned forward. "So i n our universe,
here?" widl more than four dimensions, the hole will
"Three weeks. It's a problem." have limits in the time dimension. It ap
"\Vilo have you told?" peared-"
"Everyone." Willy rattled off his list. "Can't "And it will disappear, " Bernard confirmed.
get past the bureaucrats. ' "But in the meantime, it could be useful."
Bernard nodded thoughtfully. " G o o d . Why did WIlly have a bad feeling about this'
Good . " He looked at t h e p e n in h i s hand, Bernard put the pen in his pocket. "I am
shoved the remainder into the anomaly and sure Rada-Rid will be more than willing to talk
cleaned the ink from his fingers on a handker to you further about an association. "
chief. "In actual fact, Willy, if I may call you Rada-Rid. Nuclear waste disposal. Willy's
that, this is not a problem at all." stomach soured. "That sounds-"
"You know what it is?" "Don't make up your mind without all the
"I can't confirm anything on the basis of one facts. '
observation, but Gunther and Higman, 2019, "But we're talking nuclear waste. You want
and Gunther, Higman, and Smyles, unpub to dump it in my apartment?"
lished, have postulated the existence of space Bernard raised a brow and shoved Willy's
time discontinuities. They are waiting for pad of paper into the rent with finality.
access to the Large Hadron Collider right now, Gone. Nothing.
to test their theories. " He had a point.
"You know them'" "In the past three weeks, how much stuff
"} can get in touch." have you put into it?" Bernard asked.
In spite ofhirnse\f, WIlly pulled up a kitchen An old tennis racket. Banana peels. The
chair and gestured to the couch for Bernard. stack of newspapers he was planning on tak
"Holes. In the space-time continuum. Wouldn't ing to the recycling depot. Okay, Willy had to
that blast the universe apart?" admit he had been cleaning up around the
"You'd think so. But-theoretically-on apartment.
their own, they are quite benign. " Bernard "And it hasn't got any bigger'"
fished anodler pen from the papers on W'illy's "No . . . "
coffee table and clicked it, looking up expec "That fits the theory. "
tantly. Oh. Willy brought him a pad of paper Willy sat back in his chair. "But what about
from the office. "Imagine a universe of only the first law of thermodynamics?"
one dimension: length . " Bernard drew a "Energy is neither created, nor destroyed. '
straight line along one edge of the paper. "According to E=MC', matter is only a struc
"What would happen if it was torn'" He made tured form of energy. If I put this paper clip
a small rip in the paper, bisecting the line. into that rent in space, isn't it leaving our uni
"An object on one side would have no con verse? And if so, doesn't that represent the de
nection or communication with the other stnlction of energy, in our universe?"
side," Willy said. "But suppose it hasn't left our universe. Sup
"Good." Bernard held the paper between pose it has simply become dimensionless."
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"I don't follow. " radiation. He pointed to the concrete block.
"That paper clip may exist, but without "The pellet I brought is a quarter-inch in length
length, width, height-or time." and it is encased in steel and concrete. " He
"But you said the rent in space will end. held the wand next to the casing. " Now,
Won't all the junk that went into it, suddenly watch, because I ' m only going to do this
reappear?" once."
"The rent in space won't end. Our time Suspiciously, Willy crouched by the con
stream will just flow around and past it. What crete case.
ever is caught in the rent will remain in a time Bernard flicked a lever, slid two parts of the
dlat has no dimension. Timeless, if you will." concrete case apart and the digits on the scin
Willy thrust a tongue into his cheek. This tillation counter went wild. He slipped the
didn't feel right. "You're sure?" concrete case closed. "Satisfied' It's the real
"Would you like to meet Gunther, Higman, thing. Normally we don't make cases mat open
and Smyles?" like that, but for you, I was able to pull strings.
"} think so, yes." Don't tell anyone. "
"I am certain they will want to meet you. I'll "Like who'"
set up the contacts." Bernard stood. "But in "Like Estelle in Accounting. I swear, she's
the meantime, can we do one test?" out to get me. "
"What?" Willy got to his feet. Accounting? Bernard had Warehousing Se
"A small pellet of radium. We put it in, we curity under his spell, but Accounting was sus
test wim a scintillation counter. No radiation picious? On the other han d - n a h .
no problem. " Accountants were paid to be suspicious.
Willy recoiled. "A witch with a 'b. ", Bernard nodded to
"And if we're successful-which we will Willy and the two of mem hefted the concrete
be-all the credit will go to you, of course. As case unevenly to the height of the rent in
the rent's discoverer. " Bernard lowered his space, the weight of the box shifting agoniz
voice as though embarrassed. "I . . . took the ingly onto Willy's shorter frame. "A driven ca
liberty of Googling you. I know that EcoPower reer woman with no personal life, no family.
has folded. That Evelyn posted- " And short hair. " They fed the block into the
" } still-" rent. "I tried to be nice. I asked her out to din
"Top chairs at all the universities, Willy. Re ner. She wouldn't go. I hold me door for her.
search grants. Dare I say . . . Nobel?" She holds it for me with a smirk on her face. I
Willy's heart began to pound. "You said, one give her clear instructions on how I like my
test?" coffee and she tells me to get my own. I tell
you-and I've told everyone in R&D-she is
The next day, Bernard appeared at Willy's out to get my career. Maybe my life. " He tossed
door pulling a block of concrete on a dolly. "I the remaining fragments of concrete into the
had this specially made," he said as he rested rent.
me dolly on Willy's living room floor. "She can't be that bad."
"That was quick. " Willy's shift with the cab "And-" Bernard cleaned his fingers on his
company was done at noon and he already handkerchief. "She bugs me!"
missed the air conditioning in the car. "I'm sure you bug her right back. "
Bernard unpacked the scintillation counter. "No! That's the thing, I don't-" A thought
"I know an engineer in Warehousing Security. " ful expression smacked Bernard in the face.
He winked. "And she knows me. " "But I could."
"Isn't it against Rada-Rid policy to remove Willy found a brush and swept up the con
nuclear wastes without authorization'" Willy crete dust. "Probably not a good idea, though.
moved a chair out of the pile of furniture To bug her. "
around the rent in space, to give Bernard ac Bernard's gaze snapped on him as though
cess. "Like, isn't it all accounted for?" hearing his words a moment late. " N o . Of
"Warehousing Security authorized the trans course not. You're right." He switched on me
fer." Bernard switched on the scintillation scintillation counter and swung the wand gen
cOlUlter, and it registered normal background tly around the room and over the rent. "So.
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We're agreed. Only background radiation. !t's his wallet. He pulled out the card. "I need it
gone." back."
Willy had to agree. "It is . . . gone. " "Of course. I'll expedite things this after
Bernard put an arm o n Willy's shoulder. noon." Bernard flipped out his phone, then
"This is a solution to one of humanity's greatest flicked it closed. "Stop by Rada-Rid tomorrow.
problems, Willy. With safe, permanent storage 1 should have everything taken care of by one
of nuclear wastes-hell, toxic wastes, bio o'clock."
wastes, any kind of wastes-" Willy nodded dumbly as Bernard left the
Willy trembled at the thought. apartment.
"And, " Bernard whispered i n his ear, Millions. He could pay his mom back. And
"through private industry, rather than govern
ment, there is money to be made. Substantial He didn't really care if he ever saw Evelyn
money. Good thing we're associated with again.
Rada-Rid. "
Willy stared up at him. Money. The Rada-Rid receptionist muted her phone.
Bernard released him and packed up his "Sorry. We didn't caU for a cab."
scintillation counter. "Oh, I'm not-"
How much money? The receptionist's attention was called back
"There's just one thing. " to her client, and Willy waited.
By God, Bernard was not talking peanuts. The Rada-Rid office in Oak Ridge took up
"Willy, you live in a residential neighbor- three floors of a downtown skyscraper and its
hood . " appointments were professional and luxuri
Millions' Hell, at the very least. ous. And it was blessedly cool. To the recep
"I was able to bring this small pellet today tionist's right, a double door labeled R&D stood
with no one noticing, but-" closed, but to her left, the doors stood open.
Billions? The thought made Willy sit on the Accounting.
edge of the couch. Just within, a secretary typed madly, and be
Bernard's tote clicked closed. "We're going yond her, through a second door, a black
to need clearances. Now, I can take care of the woman spoke on the phone, gesturing madly.
paperwork . . . " The receptionist gave Willy a "just a few
"Bribes'" The word popped out of Willy's more minutes" gesture and Willy shifted a little
mouth. to read the name plate on the black woman's
Bernard was horrified. "Bribes! Willy, where door. ESTEl.l£ BAIN. SO this was the infamous Es
do you get that from?" The physicist shook his telle. She didn't look like a witch. Petite and
head. "We are doing everything by the book. fiery were the words that sprang to Willy's
Legal and lawful. We're in this for the long mind.
term and we don't want any investigations bit "You had an appointment?" The receptionist
ing us in the ass later. " closed her phone.
"Oh." Willy felt himself redden. "Of course. "No. Sorry. I've been calling for a week and
For as long as the rent stays open. " haven't been able to connect. "
"Right. " Bernard extended the tote handle "We put through all calls. "
to its fullest length and pulled it to the door. Willy shmgged.
"So, I'm going to need your Citizen card. " "You have identification? Sorry, it's compa
Willy frowned. His citizen card had all his ny policy. "
biometrics. "Why?" Bernard still had Willy's Citizen card. Willy
"This is your apartment," Bernard explained, gave the young woman his drivers' license and
as though to a child. "The cases need to be de a business card from EcoPower. The recep
livered here. We need permissions to move tionist's features shifted when she noted the
them through this residential area of Oak "Ph.D." on the card. She tapped on her com
Ridge." puter. "Dr. Bester will see you. "
"Oh." Bernard closed his screen and rose o n long
Bernard waited patiently. legs as Willy walked in. "Willy!" he shook his
"Right. " Willy went to his office and fetched hand. "Sorry we couldn't connect last week. "
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can knock the pellets into the box with this. "That is Rada-Rid's business."
But be careful. I don't know what that black Willy set the glue box full of pellets on her
thing is." table. "I'll . . . I'll get in touch when I know
"
Stunned, Willy did as he was told. The glue more for YOll. He shook her hand and got the
stick box already held a dozen pellets. hell out of there.
"I've been on the phone and on the comput
er for a month, trying to get through to the Shit. A second rent in space. And Bernard,
Sanitation Department, the Atomic Research the rocket SCientist, said they were uncom
Council, National Defense, Homeland Security, mon.
about six universities . . . " She threw her hands Willy tried to keep his speed down as he
up in the air. "When I found out you were a sci drove from EcoPower to Rada-Rid. The heat
entist for EcoPower, I thought I'd try you. " She had let up a little after last week's rain, but the
looked at his unifonm and frowned. humidity and smog made the drive choking
"Was a scientist for EcoPower. They've fold and stiCky. At least the cab had air.
ed. But I still know a couple of lab guys there, So, how many rents in space were there?
winding things down. I could . . . " he And why had no one heard of them? Well, as
shrugged. "See if anyone there can identify to why no one had heard of them, Willy could
your pellet s . " If he was right, if the tiny guess. Only astrophysicists could discover new
spheres were pure bonded hydrogen plasma phenomena, it seemed. In laboratories. Not
all his troubles would be over. laymen in their apartments.
"If you would, that'd be one mystery solved. He parked his cab and had to hold himself
I'm a little scared. " back from running down the street to the tow
Dragon lady? Scared? Still, having a rent in er's glass doors.
space in one's apartment-or office-was un And-bonded hydrogen plasma pellets! A
nerving, to say the least. Willy put the paper shitload of them. Enough to push nuclear fuel,
clip box in his pocket and gestured to the biofuels, wind and solar power off the map for
cupboard over the closet where the rent hov years to come. Who knew? Forever, maybe, if
ered. "But for that, I think you need a physi the pellets kept appearing in Estelle's office.
cist. " He botmced on his toes impatiently at the el
"Believe me, I've been trying." evator, grinning at the office workers. It was al
"But you have one across the hall. Bernard. I most nine o'clock-Estelle mllst be in her
mean, Dr. Bester. " office by now. He hoped. The news from his
Her eyes became guarded. "You know him meeting with Jason at EcoPower this morning
. . . on a first-name basis'" couldn't wait.
Willy flustered. "No, not really. I mean . . . " He'd tossed and turned all night for the past
Should he explain about meeting over the ra week, waiting for Jason to confirm what Willy
dio? "I went to school with him. About ten already knew: these pellets were the real thing.
years ago. Briefly. " A simplified form of hydrogen plasma created
"Oh." just after the big bang, and recreated, briefly,
"What I mean is . at EcoPower. Bonded, and safe.
She waited. The elevator doors opened and he joined
"I nlean . . . " the rush of office workers going lip.
"What brings you to see hinl today?" The question of where the pellets had come
Estelle. Out to get Bernard. Not that he from had, of course, nagged Willy, but he'd
didn't sympathize, but . . . "We're . . . working convinced himself that Estelle's rent in space
on a project together. " and his own must be connected. From the lit
She smiled and put the chair back by the tle he knew of physics, pairs of particles often
table. She gestured for him to sit. "Tell me appeared-and disappeared-together. Elec
more." trons and positrons. Matter and antimatter.
No way Willy wanted to get caught up in of Willy's reading of Gunther, Higman, and
fice politics. Smyles suggested that-theoretically-the pair
"Something to do with . . . radiation?" of rents would remain stable until matter was
He startled. sent in the reverse direction. Which could be
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as long as Rada-Rid and EcoPower wanted. wind up in my office?"
The elevator pinged at the eleventh floor. "I don't know. "
Rada-Rid. She tilted her head. Her puzzlement was so
And Willy had thought of a test to see if the engaging.
two rents were joined. Sinthia had brought "It's a random event. I'm guessing."
three more deliveries of nuclear waste this "Still-weird. "
week. Estelle would know if-and when He had to agree. "I don't know much about
more pellets appeared. it. ] don't know how common space-tinle dis
He stopped at reception. The same young continuities are. "
woman was on duty. "] called earlier. ] am here "A . . . discontinuation-a tear-in the fabric
to see Estelle Bain. " of space?" She frowned, trying to get her mind
The first law of thermodynamics could not around the idea. "Wouldn't you find them in
be denied. All that radioactive waste had not outer space? Like, near a sun or something?"
simply become dimensionless. It had left the "Maybe. " He was hesitant to reveal too
space-time continuum. In order for energy to much about his association with Bernard and
be conserved, an equivalent amount of energy his own rent in space. She might think Willy
had to be "created" somewhere else. But that was just as much a slimeball as Bernard. "] sup
it had appeared in the form of big-bang hydro pose one could appear on the surface of a
gen plasma was . . . was . . . anti-entropic! planet just as easily. "
"Dr. Kavenaugh. " Estelle smiled with her "Like, in my office . " She pushed her hair
eyes, pert, petite, and pretty. back in the most distracting way. "But, why
"Ms. Bain. " He wanted to hug her off her me? \Vhy am ] special?"
feet. "You're thinking of Creationism. "
"Please, come in." She seemed happy to see "What do you mean?"
him. "That some great mind out there picked you
Willy followed her into her office and closed specifically to be the recipient of this-what
the door behind him. She gestured to her table ever it is," Willy said. " Most scientists would
and they both took a seat. say it's not like that. It's just random. No reason
" I have good news. " He leaned forward, given. "
barely able to contain his excitement. She pondered. "All right . . . "
"EcoPower has confiroled that your pellets are "But?"
bonded hydrogen plasma. It is an amazing She seemed overwhelmed, yet she persist
find. " ed. "Why is this-thing-staying in my office?
"What's 'bonded . . . hydrogen . . . >", She Shouldn't it be ripping though the earth caus
leaned forward as well. ing havoc everywhere?"
"An extremely rare and valuable form of "Well, no. Whatever forces are acting on
clean energy. EcoPower is very interested. " your office on this earth in this galaxy in this
God, he sounded like Bernard. universe-relative to all the other galaxies in
"Really?" She blinked. this universe-are the same forces acting on
" EcoPower is low on manpower right the anomaly. So if your office is moving rela
now-" it was all but closed down-"but as tive to the rest of the universe in a certain di
soon as pOSSible, they want their lawyers and rection at a certain speed, then so is the
Rada-Rid's lawyers to hammer out an agree anomaly. That's why it is staying in your of
ment. ] . . . " he let his palm drift toward her fice."
hand. "] hope Rada-Rid will recognize your un "For how long?"
portance in this find." He shrugged. "Physicists think until the di
Estelle laughed and gripped his fingers. "Fi rection of matter flow reverses. But they don't
nally. We're getting to the bottom of these knOw. "
weird things." She frowned and let go of his "Right. " She nodded slowly. " Okay. " She
hand. "But I have a question. " took his hand again. "This is so very confus
"Shoot." The sensation of her touch tingled ing. " She lifted dancing eyes. "But exciting. "
his fingertips. He gripped her fingers back. He had to
"Why did this black thing and the pellets agree.
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. . .
How dare he-
"Willy!" Words fled Willy's tongue. His body turned
Willy stopped at the elevator, his euphoria rigid and heat funned his face.
faltering at the sound of Bernard's voice. He Bernard glared from the doorway. The re
turned. ceptionist had turned red and seemed to be
Bernard strode past the receptionist, tension trying to sink behind her desk. Two people
beneath his Hollywood smile. secretaries? Clients? Researchers'-lifted their
"The crates are the same size, Bernard." heads, their conversation halted.
Bernard flicked a glance at the office boy Mouth clamped closed, Willy turned on his
stepping from the elevator. "Come on in, Willy. heel and marched for the elevator.
My office is a more comfortable place to talk. '
Willy let out a breath of frustration, but fol- His cell rang before he reached the cab. 865
lowed Bernard's tall frame. exchange. Could be Rada-Rid. Bernard? He al
Bernard closed the office door. "Friends most didn't answer.
with Estelle?" He punched a button. "Yeah?" he snapped,
The comment riled Willy. "At least she pulling the keys to the cab from his pocket.
makes time to see me." "Willy?" Estelle.
Bernard's eyes narrowed fractionally in cal He slowed to a stop beside his cab. "Sorry, "
culation. Then he relaxed. "Sorry about the he said. "I just-"
size of the containers, Willy. 1 told Sinthia, "I know. Everyone in the office knows."
but-" "Knows what?"
Yeah, right. "I knOw. She's wlder stress. Jeal- She hesitated. "Depends on who you talk to.
ous husband. ' That Bernard is an asshole, mostly. "
Bernard lifted a brow in surprise. "And the rest?"
"You told me." "That you and 1 are embroiled in something
He laughed. "That's right." big."
"And there have been seven deliveries, now, "Shit. "
Bernard. No protection, no containment, no "Meet me for lunch. '
infrastructure. I ' m wondering if anyone at Willy leaned a stiff arm against the cab,
Rada-Rid knows about this money-making ven studying his feet, and let out a long breath.
ture except you and Sinthia." "Yeah. Good. Okay. Where?"
Disappointment tinged Bernard's face. "lis "Where we can't be seen together. "
ten, all 1 can do is apologize-" "Sure. Yeah. Where?"
"These things take time," Willy supplied for "My apartment. It's not far. " She gave him
him. The creep. the address.
Bernard went to his desk and pulled a busi
ness card out of his drawer. "Willy, this won't "Okay. Listen. I have something to tell you. "
happen again. 1 promise. If there is anything Estelle spoke in a low voice and leaned close
anything-" He put the business card in the to him at the kitchen table as if her walls had
breast pocket of Willy's uniform. "Call me. ears.
That's my direct line and my home number. " A beer with lunch-just one-had calmed
He opened the door to the reception area. Willy slightly. He'd finished with his you-know
"And, 1 guess it is too early to talk money, " what-l-should-have-saitls. For now.
Willy said. "I'm not an accountant."
TIle receptionist lifted her head. Willy blinked. "Hey, 1 don't . . . mind." Was
Bernard stopped dead in the doorway. "I'm she coming on to hinl? Confessing her person
stunned, Dr. Kavenaugh!" al little white lie so their relationship could
Willy spun in surprise. What the hell did continue on a basis of trust? "I'm not really a
Bernard- cab driver. " He shook his head in pleased puz
"You and Estelle. The two of you , " he zlement. "Well, not really. "
fumed. "What are you trying to pull?" "I'm an undercover agent from Rada-Rid's fi
Hot fury flashed through Willy's chest and nance department."
spilled up his neck. How dare he- " A n - " This was the second time today
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Willy was speechless. Rada-Rid had undercov ferent one before you showed up. He's smart. "
er agents in their finance department? And Willy took a breath to calm himself.
what did that have to do with- "But 1 have to ask. The bank account."
"I'm investigating Dr. Bester. " God. Where had that come from? "I don't
The pieces tumbled into place. knOw. This is the first I've heard of it."
"Misappropriation of company funds. And She lifted her head in warning.
recently, shady dealings with foreign nuclear "I swear. "
waste suppliers that we can't quite pin down. " "You're saying Bernard set it up without you
Slowly, Willy nodded. knowing' And gave you all the money?"
"I bugged his office. I heard everything you Willy lifted his shoulders. "I . . . 1 don't know
said to him." what to say. And-why would he do that?"
Caution stilled Willy's heart. What had he ''I'm guessing, to transfer his privately-bro
said . . . kered millions-from dumping foreign nuclear
"I know you and Bernard are in on a money wastes-into a fake account in your name until
making scheme together. You've accepted sev he can get to Cayman and move it to his own
en deliveries. You complained about the account. A double-blind, with you as the fall
radiation." Her dark eyes pleaded hopelessly guy in case sometlling goes wrong. But what I
with him to deny everything. "It sounded like don't know is, how could he get around the
you call all the shots. " bureaucracy? The biometrics?"
"What'" Willy jostled the table, almost leap Willy started to shake his head-then it
ing to his feet. Came to him. "My Citizen card." He turned to
"Bernard opened a bank aCCOlmt in the Cay- her. "He borrowed my Citizen card. "
man Islands in your name. It's worth millions. " "You gave Bernard -"
"\VIlat?" "He said he needed it. To set up the paper
"Keep your voice down. " work to allow the delivery of nuclear wastes to
His skin clawed to get out of the kitchen, es my apartment . . . "
cape. His fingers ached to strangle Bernard's "He's copied all your biometrics by now. "
skinny neck- "You can't copy biometrics! That's why-"
"Well? Turning green is no response. " His voice faltered under her gaze of amaze
"I knew it!" His hands balled into fists. "I ment. "Can you?"
knew it! I knew he was a scheming, lying bas She shook her head. "Willy. In this day and
tard! God, why did 1- " age? Do you know how stupid that sounds' La
"Dramatics are no defense. " tex fingerprints, precision interference contact
He pushed his hands through his hair. lenses-"
"What can I say? You're wrong. The whole His stomach churned. "Oh, God. No one
thing was Bernard's idea, he said he'd take care will believe me. No one will ever-"
of the paperwork, it would all be legal-" "You've got that right. "
"What thing?" He felt sick. "I never saw a penny. Not a pen
He riveted his gaze on her. "You're not the ny. " Nobel prize. Professorships. Research
only one with a rent in space. I have one as grants. How could he have faUen-
well. I think-they come in pairs." "Bernard never cleared anything with any
She squinted at him and shook her head. one," she said gently but firnlly.
"Rent-" Loser. Evelyn had been right. His mother had
"We've been feeding nuclear waste into the been right. Smart-stupid.
one in my apartment. I think it is coming out "Think, Willy. How could even Rada-Rid
of yours as hydrogen fuel." and it's a big corporation-get pernlissions to
She shook her head in amazement. "Good transport nuclear waste into a residential
scheme. Money on both ends. " neighborhood?"
"Bernard doesn't know about the hydrogen "I am so dtuub. "
fuel. ' "Well, 1 don't think that. " She put her hand
She blew out a puff of air in relief. "I'd like to on his. "A little na;'ve, maybe. And wanting
believe you. This isn't the first scam Bernard's something too much. They play on that."
tried to pull. I was investigating him for a dif- "Con men." He knew it.
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Willy righted a chair and looked into the We'll get through this. "
cupboard. She shook with fear. "I'm sorry. Sorry. It
His stomach dove sickeningly through his won't happen again." She held him for a mo
gut. "It's gone," he choked. Bernard's hands . . . ment more, then withdrew and dabbed her
fed into the rent . . . reversed the energy flow. eyes. She gave him a brittle smile.
Closed both of them, Estelle's and his. He nodded reassurance he didn't feel and
Estelle took a deep breath and put her hands took her hand.
against her forehead, staring at the floor They eased themselves out of the office and
through their blinders. "We're standing over a locked it. Sam was gone and the reception area
dead body. Your hands are covered in blood. was empty. One stroke of luck.
You have a bank account in the Cayman Is Estelle smoothed her skirt and walked calm
lands worth millions and there are recordings ly to the elevator. There was a drop of blood
of your scam with Bernard. Bernard publicly on her hem.
accused both of us of plotting against him, and "Estelle!" Willy hissed.
I actually am. You were seen to be so angry She pushed the button. She turned coolly,
with him you couldn't speak . " She lifted her though fright filled her eyes.
head. "Just because we caught him in the act \Villy joined her by the elevator. "Your skirt."
of robbing me, doesn't mean we didn't kill The elevator doors opened.
him. And there is no rent in space to explain it. Janice, her secretary, stepped out with an
Not mine, not yours. " envelope. "Oh!" she cried in surprise.
"The hydrogen pellets-we still have those. " "Hello, Janice." Estelle's voice seemed high
Willy picked the glue stick box from the floor pitched.
and checked inside. He waved it at her. "You're leaving?"
"EcoPower manufactures them. " Estelle's "Just for a few minutes, " Estelle said, voice
voice was dead. steadier.
"We-we were out of the office at the time Janice eyed Willy, then turned to the office.
of death," he argued. "Rats. Before you go, do you know where Dr.
"In my apartment. With each other. No wit Bester is?"
nesses. " WIlly's throat clamped shut.
"Your secretary. Your secretary would've "Why?" Estelle asked.
seen-" "I have his airline tickets to Grand Cayman.
"It's month-end. She's been photocopying fi He was in a rush for them and the plane leaves
nancial reports all day. She didn't see me leave at six o'clock. He'll only just make it."
the office. " Estelle looked at her secretary blankly.
Willy was beginning to sweat. "The recep "Airline tickets?" Willy managed. "You can
tionist-she saw us come in here. " download those on line . " Why was his mind
"She wouldn't know if our return was a ruse focused on such an absurd detail?
to establish alibi. She's Bernard's creature. Be "Oh, no. These are diplomatic passes. No
sides, we've been standing here long enough to names or passports reqUired, only Citizen
have done it just now. No coroner could swear cards. They have to be picked up in person. All
the time of death was fifteen minutes ago." the clearances are pre-arranged. "
"Sure, they can . . . " But WIlly felt as though Estelle tilted wide eyes at Bernard. "That's
he was going to throw up. okay. You can give them to me," she said. "I
"You want to chance it?" Estelle's hands know you have a lot of photocopying. "
trembled as she found a water bottle in one of "Great! Thanks! " Janice said and giving her
the tossed drawers. "Wash your hands. " the envelope, disappeared back to her station.
Numbly, Willy did as he was told. Estelle looked into the envelope. "Two'"
"Let's just . . . let's just . . . get out of here. "Sinthia," Willy explained. "Jealous hus
Where we can think. " band. "
"And leave the scene of the crime?" Estelle smiled, eyes wide with giddiness,
"There's no crime! " she shrilled. and she and Willy stepped into the elevator. •
They had to keep cool. "Hey, " he soothed,
taking her into his arms. "Shh. We're innocent. Copyright © 2012 Susan Forest
BO SUSAN FOREST
Illustrated by Mark Evans
Myth u nd e rstand i ng
Carl Frederick
Sometimes three dimensions
aren't enough . . . .
oger, his job having shuttled him to one Micro-taster module installed. As an agent of the
R
exotic planet after another, decided to Angloterran Unified Trade Agency, he could
take his vacation in the least exotic place hardly live without it. He smiled, remembering
he knew. how often the Micro-taster had saved him from
Sitting now at a table in the hotel restaurant well-meaning albeit poisonous cuisine.
in his Ohio home town, he looked furtively He examined the screen. Only a trace of sal
arOlmd before dipping the active comer of his monella and pesticides, but no E4x-coli, mer
Omni-pod into his scrambled eggs. cury, lead, or even the more exotics like osmi
Like most of the others at the restaurant, um. Too bad The agen0' could make afortune
probably tourists like himself, Roger had an if Jfound a source of osmium. He grimaced.
Omni strung around his neck. He doubted I've got to stop thinking of myjob. This is a va
though, if the odler diners had the Chef-master cation.
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planets where they will grow. " grottoes, gawking like a tourist. In a daze he
"I thought it was a forbidden frui t , " said proceeded, examining apple trees in alien soils
Roger. with imitation alien suns illuminating them. Oc
"Only in one instance." As they reached the casional water misting from the walls of the
entrance, the Malum paused and drew himself grottoes gave rise to a multitude of localized
to his full height. "In the beginning was the rainbows.
word," he intoned. "And Proverbs 25-11 states, At the rear of each grotto, a holoflik showed
'A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in set the dominant life form. Roger noticed a big S
tings of silver. '" over one of the fliks and looked quizzically
The Malum stepped from the light of day to a back at the Malum.
long, candle-lit, barrel-arched antechamber " s indicates a sentient species," said the
heavy with incense smelling like spiced apples. Malum. "Whenever we find sentience, we
As they walked, Roger saw a chapel branching build a monastery, train monks, plant apple
off to the left. The Malum paused in front of it. trees, and teach the natives liturgical Angloter-
"Take unto thee, the body, " came a voice ran."
from an altar at the fur end. Roger saw a robed "Angloterran?"
monk offering something to a person kneeling "If Angloterran was good enough for our
in front. A wafer? Then Roger noticed a circle Lord, it's good enough for us. "
of red. No.A thin apple slice. "Take unto thee, Roger suppressed a smile. "Not exactly An
the blood," the monk continued, picking up a gloterran, surely. "
chalice. Pmhahly applejuice. "An older form of Angloterran, of course. "
Roger fidgeted, fearing that he was about to The Malum threw a glance back at the en
be subjected to a religiOUS service. But then the trance. "!fyou have seen enough here, perhaps
Maltun continued walking down the chamber, we might continue ollr discllssion in my of
stopping when he'd come to another opening, fice."
this time on the right. 'Just a little longer, please." Roger, fearful that
The Malum stepped aside to let Roger walk the Malum would rein him in, pressed ahead.
in first. "The Hall of Distant Worlds." He stopped, abruptly, at a grotto with a dark
A dark, narrow nave stretched almost to the sun and no apple tree. But there was an S over
limits of vision. From high, uncountable bril the holoflik. The aliens were vaguely hu
liant, white, star-like pinpoints of light illumi manoid: bilaterally symmetric, two sets of
nated the nave and a vast number of grottoes limbs, walked upright and had a relatively large
on either side. Above each grotto, a globe pro head with enormous eyes, and were complete
vided more light, shining down upon what ap ly covered in fur. Their bodies were thin, as if
peared to be a small oasis containing low-cut built for speed, but Roger couldn't tell more
green vegetation and a single apple tree. Some since the aliens were clad in red robes. Behind
grottoes had neither tree nor grass and ap the creatures were structures of rough-hewn
peared more like gravesites than oases. The stone, giving the look of a surreal painter's im
globes, though predominantly yellow, ranged in pression of seventeenth century Europe.
color from yellowish with a tinge of green Roger stared down at the grave-like mound,
through orange to a dull red. But over the tree and then at the Malum. "What happened here?"
less grottoes, tlle globes were dark. "Forsaken by God , " said the Malum. "Apple
Roger, standing stunned, attempted to take trees won't grow in their soil."
in the enormity of the scene. "What?"
"The inhabited planets that our missionaries The Malum glanced at a description plate un
have visited," came the Malum's voice from be der the holoflik. "The planet is called Thirsh,
hind. "Those with conditions close enough to point seven Earth gravity, and the people are
Earth-normal that we only need class-B explo called Thirshk. The flik shows Kamgry, the cap
ration suits. " ital city of their only country. "
Roger spun around. "My gosh. You guys have "I mean, why is their sun-globe dark?"
visited more stellar systems than we have." "I told you, " said the Malum, turning from
He swiveled forward again and began walk the description plate to Roger. "Unless apples
ing, glancing from side to side at the planet- can grow on a planet, we consider the place
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his suit responded by blowing a stream of Even though Roger had taken the full com
warm air up from his jumpsuit collar. plement of cultural sensitivity training courses,
Quickly, they disembarked and strode up to it was hard not to think that the Thirshk were
the red-robed Thirshk. simply a slow-moving and slow thinking peo
Roger stood in front of the creature and wait ple. But mayhe we can get the lay of the land
ed, hoping that the Thirshk would try to en by talking to the Appelonians. At least they're
gage in conununication. fellow Ten-ans. "Where can I find the Appeloni
The 1llirshk stood there and stared. ans?"
After a quarter minute or so, just to do some The Thirshk pointed to a break between two
thing, Roger first pointed at his ship and then of the buildings, to a path that ascended a high
slapped his hand to his chest. He really didn't hill behind them. "Path tllrough that gate and
know what he was trying to achieve with his walk."
sign language-impress Duncan, perhaps. "How far?"
The Thirshk, with slow, laborious move "Until you come to the Appelonian thinlble. "
ments, echoed Roger's signing and kept staring. "Thimble?"
"Doesn't seem particularly intelligent," Dun "There will be thmnb people there. "
can whispered out of the side of his mouth. "Um, Thtunb people?" Roger felt the conver
"Does he?" sation getting away from him.
"I am very intelligent , " said the Thirshk, "When you get there," said the Thirshk with
thrusting his ears forward, "in the time." His more animation than he'd shown until then,
voice was husky and his words sounded awk "do not intermpt the Appelonian math. They
ward and came from a mouth that didn't look do not like tllat."
very mobile. Math? "You . . . you admire the Appelonians,"
"You . . . you speak Angloterran," said Roger. said Roger, striving for comprehension. "Don't
The Thirshk didn't reply, but just kept star you?"
ing. "They provided a theorem when we needed
"Um," said Roger, trying to start a conversa it."
tion. "Who taught you Angloterran?" "You needed a theorem?" From the corner of
The Thirshk glanced up at the Appelonian his eye, Roger saw that Duncan appeared baf
white circle emblem on the ship. "They did. fled. Welcome to the club, Duncan.
The Appelonianz." "Long, we had thought it," the Thirshk con
Roger waited for more, but no more canle. lt tinued. "And without it, the Thirshk wraith
seems he only responds to direct questions. might have died."
"Why are you guarding the ship?" Roger canted his head. He could make noth-
"I don't know. " ing of all this.
That helps lots. Roger forced a smile. "Who "You have an odd faith," said the 1lIirshk.
told you to?" "Because we're not Appeionians?"
"An Appelonian." The Thirshk seemed surprised. "You mean,
"Why?" you're not?"
"I don't know. " The Thirshk abmptly, if not "I think, " said Duncan softly, "we'd best go
quickly, reached into the pocket of his robe, off and find that . . . that thimble."
withdrew a slip of paper and handed it forward "Not Appelonianz?"
to Roger. "My card. " "We'll go now, " said Duncan, firmly. "Good
"What?" Roger took it. "Oh, thanks . " He bye."
looked at the incomprehensible printing and The Thirshk nodded his head, almost in the
laughed. "I'm sorry. I can't read your language. ' way of a bow. "Thick no more," he said to Dun
"I cannot, either, " said the Thirshk, "yet." can. He turned then to Roger. "Thin no more."
"Then why did you give me your card'" "Yeah. Right, " said Roger. "Thin no more . "
"I don't know, " said the Thirshk. "The Ap He and Duncan started away-loping easily in
pelonianz do that. ' Thirsh's low gravity.
Roger handed it back. "Why didn't you try talking to him in An
"They've advanced to the printing press, at gloterran first'" said Duncan, "Instead of that
least," said Dlmcan. "But I don't see how. " Indian sign language routine. "
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"I didn't think of it." He raised his gaze to Duncan. "It's probably poi
When they'd walked a ways in the direction soning their soil. If it were removed, their soil
the Thirshk indicated, Dlmcan let out a breath, would probably be very fertile."
almost inaudible over the msh of warm air from Duncan smiled. "You are the wizard of osmi
his collar. "How could creatures with such large um, aren't you?"
heads be so dumb?" He kicked at a pebble in "A couple of ARMs," said Roger, "Au
the rough path. "Those heads might as well be tonomous Robot Miners, and we get osmium
filled with oatmeal. " and they get a productive soil."
They soon reached a plateau. One side over "Fine. " Duncan looked from the valley to the
looked Kamgry and agricultural fields beyond, Appelonian stmcture. "Well, come on. Let's see
while ahead, Roger saw what looked to be a if we can find anyone bright enough to negoti
reasonable but smaller facsimile of the Ap ate with. "
pelonian monastery in Ohio. This isn'tgood.Ad They walked on, stopping a t a gate over
vantageAppelonians. which flew a red flag emblazoned with the Ap
In disgust, Roger looked away-and down pelonian white circle symbol.
onto the city of Kamgry. "Pretty," he said, softly, "Serving humanity, " said Duncan, absently,
pulling up his Omni and invoking the field reading the circle motto, "in all its fornls. "
glasses mode. "Appelonian symbol!" Roger exclaimed. Dun
"The center of government's probably down can regarded him quizzically.
there . " Duncan sighed and threw a glance at "The Thirshk back there, " Roger gave a ner
the monastery. "BlIt we've got to get someone vous laugh. "He was speaking with a lisp." He
up there as an intetpreter. " thought back to his conversation. "It almost
Roger nodded, but had his doubts. An Ap makes sense that way. "
pelonian Thirshk helping us negotiate against "You mean, " said DWlcan, "that his goodbye
theAppelonians. Not likely. was really 'Sick no more. Sin no more?' "
Duncan gazed back down onto Kamgry. ''Yeall. Probably. "
"How could such a low-IQ people have made "Still doesn't make sense. "
dl0se buildings?" Roger thought for a few seconds. "The 'sin
"A less advanced society doesn't necessarily no more' is probably the Appelonian influence.
mean the individuals are less intelligent." And as to the 'sick no more'" -he thought of
"No," said Duncan, "but you've got to admit the emaciated looking Thirshk and the meager
the Thirshk are pretty dumb. At least the one harvest-"maybe the Thirshk are in a petpetu
we met was." al state of near-funline. '
"They must have a high societaI IQ. " Roger "So they need food," said Duncan, distantly.
shook his head, sadly. "Or d,ere's been a drastic "Sad. BlIt it gives us a basis for negotiation. " He
decline over the last century-lead in the water stepped forward through the gate. Roger fol
or something. Maybe osmium tetroxide. And lowed.
they're now too dumb to notice. Then again, "Where is everyone?" said Duncan. "Or any
maybe they just evolved downward. " one?"
"Evolution takes time. " Duncan shook his Roger saw no signs of life on the monastery
head. "And it's survival of the fittest. How is grounds. No Thirshk and not even any vegeta
dumber more fit?" tion, no chirps of birds-if there even were
Roger shmgged. "Brains take a lot of energy. " birds on Thirsh. As Roger drew near to the en
He shifted his gaze further, to the fields where trance though, he heard chanting in a guttural
many TIlirshk seemed to be harvesting a crop. language and what might pOSSibly be consid
They wore close-fitting garments which ered singing. Roger smiled. "This must be the
showed just how thin they were. Appelonian math the Thirshk told us not to in
"Looks like a meager harvest," said Duncan, temlpt."
following Roger's gaze. "Mutht be. " Duncan, with an energy born of
Roger nodded, then bent and pressed the low gravity, bmmded up the stone steps.
corner of his Omni into some sand at his feet. Inside, Roger and Duncan paused.
"Yup," he said, reading the screen as he stood "Dark in here , " said Duncan. "You'd think
erect. "Osmium. And also osmium tetroxide. " there'd at least be candles."
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"Considering the size of Thirshk eyes, " said an hour, hour and a half max. This should be al
Roger, "it's probably not clark to them." most over by then. "
"Hm. Well, let's press on." "Right. " Roger turned and escaped.
They trod with light, quiet steps to the back But as he reached the entrance, a Thirshk
of what appeared to be a chapel. About sixty he'd not noticed before stepped out from an al
Thirshk, uniformly clad in red robes, sat in cove and blocked his way. After glanCing at
pews. A further fourteen of them were stand Roger's left hand, the Thirshk said, "Do you
ing-queued to approach a Thirshk whose want your cookie?"
white circle emblem was emblazoned with a sil "What'" Roger braked to a halt. "Yes. A cook
ver apple. ie. Fine. "
"I wonder," Roger whispered, "if he even The ll1irshk took a thin-necked bottle from
knows what an apple is." his pouch, uncorked it, and held it forward.
The Thirshk, on a dais framed by stone rep "Dip your finger. "
resentations of trees, solemnly handed what Roger remembering the bowl of liqUid and
looked like a cookie to the first individual in the not wanting to make a culnlral misstep, stuck
queue. Over the course of ten minutes or so his forefinger into the bottle. As expected, it
and accompanied by chanting, repeated kneel was stained yellow when he pulled it back out.
ing and rising, and hand gestures from the con From a bag slung round his shoulder, the
gregation, the individual slowly ate the cookie, 11Urshk extracted a cookie and extended it to
seemingly cmmb by cmmb. He then placed his ward Roger. "Thin no more."
forefinger into a bowl of liquid. When he "What? Urn. Thanks." Roger took the cookie
pulled it out, the finger was a bright yellow. He and completed his escape.
held it up to view, stepped briskly down from OutSide, Roger dropped the cookie into a
the dais and went to sit in a pew. pocket of his jumpsuit and jogged down the hill
Roger suppressed a sigh. If only they'd move toward the ships.
b,tskly all the time.
As the next in the queue approached the "Hello, agai n , " said Roger to the Thirshk
Thirshk of the silver apple, Duncan whispered. guard.
"Roger. This will take hours . " He gave a soft "Hello. "
sigh. "But we'll have to wait it out." As they had done at their previous meeting,
Roger nodded. "The Thirshk are slow, but 1 the two silently stared at each other.
didn't expect them to be this slow. " Furtively, Nervously, Roger slid his hand into his jump
he glanced back at the entrance and felt its invi suit pocket-and his fingers encountered the
tation to freedom. "I think," he whispered, "I rough form of the cookie. On impulse, he with
think I should go back and talk to the Thirshk drew the cookie and held it forward. "Would
guarding the ship." you care for a cookie?"
"What?" Duncan swiveled to stare at him. The 111irshk's eyes widened. "Are you really
"Why?" offering me your honor cookie?"
"Look at this place. It is not the work of a "Urn. Yes."
backward people. Societal l.Q. Collective intel "Thank you, kind benefactor. " The Thirshk
ligence must be the an;wer. " took the cookie with both hands, closed his
"So?" eyes, and devoured it with small bites as if it
"A solitary Thirshk is probably . . . well, were the most precious of caviar. When he
dumb. Too dumb to lie. I think I can learn opened his eyes, Roger detected that they ap
somethin g . " Before Duncan could answer, peared slightly less dull than they'd been mo
Roger added, "It's probably the best use of our ments before. And the Thirshk seemed to move
time. Multitasking. And . . . "-Roger recalled less sluggishly.
that Duncan liked to negotiate one on one Roger felt baffled. "What was in that cookie'"
"and it might give you an advantage if you find "You mean who," said the ll1irshk.
you can negotiate here." "What?"
Duncan pursed his lips and nodded. "Fine. "Didn't you attend the math?"
No sense in both of us being bored silly. " He "A little of it," said Roger, defenSively.
glanced back at the ceremony. "Be back in . . . "Then you thould know that the math is to
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honor those Thirshk that have died in the patht old thtoriez."
year. It happenth right before the harvetht. " "Please. "
Roger didn't quite understand, but he had a The Thirshk looked off into the distance.
bad feeling. "How . . . How do you honor your "Long, long ago, " he began in a soft voice that
dead?" might have been a whisper, "there wath only it
"We eat them. " who hath no form.
Roger fought down a pang of revulsion. "In the quiet, it who hath no form combined
"And," the Thirshk went on, "we grind up the motion of the water and the inunobility of
the bonez and the grithJe and make cookieth." thand. And from the mud, crafted all creatureth
"Honor cookies?" said Roger in a small voice. from the tiny Khwen to the Thirshk. But they
"Yeth. " The Thirshk made a sound that were without will other than the will of it with
might have been a laugh. '''Wathte not, want out form."
not, ' ath the Appe!onians thay." Roger, fascinated, listened attentively. The
Roger tried to keep the mood light. "You Thirshk creation myth was so similar to those
seem a lot more talkative now, somehow. " And he'd heard on many other planets.
sn'larter, too. "Tho," the Thirshk continued, "from thpark
"Of courth I am. I jutht ate an honor cookie." th of the hungry thun, the ithe of the moonz
"Oh'" Roger realized he really knew nothing and the theedz of the roof-tree, it who haz no
about the Thirshk society. form made kernelth. The tinyetht kernel, from
"I was thuppozed to get mine at the church the ithe of the lethargiC moon, did it who haz
tea after the math. " no form put into the thkull of the Khwen, and
Oh my gosh. I'd better get back before Dun the larger kernelth into the thkullz of the
can eats one. He'd be unspeakably hOrrified. greater creaturez. When it did come to the Thir
Nauseated-especially as he's recently become shk, the greatetht of all creatureth, it had no
a devout vegetarian. Roger snuck a look at his more kernelz. Tho, into the thkull of the Thir
Omni. But 1 still have some time. He was here shk, did it put the kernel of the clever hot
to learn about Thirshk society. And 1 might as blooded Vansh. But az the kernel did not fill the
well start now. He bit his lip. "How . . . " -he thkull, it put the kernel of the !the-bear az
gestured off into the distance-"How did you wel1. "
Thirshk build such magnificent buildings?" Roger narrowed his eyes. Now this is some
The Thirshk seemed confused by the ques thing different.
tion. After a few seconds, he said. "Athk me "Under the fiery thun the Thirshk ith ath the
tonight after the harvetht fethtival." Vansh but otherwithe, in hunger and cold, the
"The harvest festival." That sounded cultural Thirshk is az the bear. "
ly significant. "Where is the festival?" The Thirshk raised its forefinger, pointing it
"Here," said the Thirshk. "At the great white toward the SW1. "111at ith dle thtory. "
thircle, when the three moonth are high in the "Ah , " said Roger, raising his own yellow
sky. " stained finger skyward. "I get it. The yellow rep
White circle? We thought it was just a large resents the Sun and how its warming rays go
landing pad. "What do you do at the festival''' into our bodies and give us life. Yes?"
"Eat." "No. It ith just tho no one can go through the
A childish answe� Maybe rtl still have to line again for another cookie. "
treat him as . . . as a child. "Tell me a story about
. . . how Thirsh and its people came to be." Roger ran , rather than jogged, back up the
Maybe J can understand the (Ulture through hill to the monastery. He'd spent more time
its myths. than he'd planned with the Thirshk and now
The Thirshk drew himself up to his full worried that he'd not get back in time to stop
height. "The bible tellz uth that-" Duncan from eating his honor cookie. But he
"No! A myth. " was beginning to get an idea about how the
Again, the Thirshk seemed confused. "Noth Thirshk society worked. He stopped for a mo
ing iz amyth." ment to consult the Pancyclopedia in his Onmi.
"What? No. I mean tell me a . . . a thtory." He nodded, then continued running-faster
"The Appleonianz don't want uth to tell the now, as he had a genuine theory to relate to
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"Maybe they're not so very religious. Maybe trickle down his fuce.
it's just the language." After perhaps fifteen silent seconds, Duncan
"Oh?" said, "How long'"
"Could be that the Appelonians taught them "What?"
religion in the guise of language. Like ' sin no "How long do you propose we stay here'"
more' might just be their way they say good-bye "I don't knOw. At least until after the Harvest
in Angloterran. " Roger shrugged. "And anyway, Festival tonight." Again, Roger talked on, hop
dlis is the Appelonian monastery. You'd expect ing perhaps to persuade by sheer quantity of
ritual here." words. "I understand the main, maybe the
Duncan picked up the pace. "In any case, only, activity at the festival is eating. That might
there's nothing for us here. In the words of our make them smart enough to negotiate widl us.
Malum friend, we are going home." And . . . and you saw the Thirshk at the church
Roger took a silent big breath. He'd been re tea. The cookies were important to them
luctant to reveal his theory for fear of his boss's maybe more inlportant than the mass. "
ridicule. He's always scoffing at my ideas. But "Okay, okay. " Duncan made a hand motion,
it was now or never. "I . . . 1 think we should as if patting a child on the head-the "please
stay on Thirsh a litde longer." stop talking" gesture widl whim Roger had had
"What?" much experience.
"I really think we should stay. " "Where exactly, " said Duncan "is this festi
Duncan stopped walking, then narrowed his val?"
eyes. "Why?" "Our ship is pretty much in the nliddle of it.
"Because . . . Well, because the Pancyclope It starts when the moons are high . " Roger
dia says that in humans, the brain makes up two pointed to the sky. "They're up pretty high al
percent of a person's weight but consumes ready so the festival should start soon. And I
twenty percent of the body's energy. " don't think it'll last long because-"
Duncan mouthed a silent "what?" and stared "Fine, " Duncan repeated the "be quiet" ges
ham at Roger. ture. "On the off chance that you're right, we'll
Roger felt himself wilt. "I believe the Thirshk stay for the festival-some of it, anyway. "
have . . . Well, 1 think they have two brains. "
Duncan wrinkled his nose. "You mean like At an overlook, they paused to take in the
dinosaurs?" view of Kamgry city. On the white circular area
"Well, yeah. Sort of. " they'd taken to be a landing pad, the two space
Duncan, shaking his head, seemed uncon craft now towered over a multitude of long ta
vinced. bles. Sitting at the tables, shoulder to shoulder,
"I mean , " Roger went on, "maybe not two the Thirshk busied themselves with eating.
actual brains. Maybe more like a two-level Threading themselves between the tables, the
brain." Malum and his monks worked their way towarcl
"Intelligence on demand. " their ship.
"Well, yeah. Sort of. These Thirshk have big Roger peered through his ersatz field glasses.
heads. Their brains might use a lot more energy "There's no way their ship can take off with all
than ours do." Roger mshed to get the words the Thirshk there . " He scanned the tables.
out. "And maybe to save energy they can turn "Boy, look at those guys eat."
off a brain. And when the harvest comes in, "Well," said Duncan, setting off at a casual
they eat and get the energy to turn on their sec stroll, "let's get down there and perhaps test
ond, or primary, brain. " your theory. "
"That , " said Duncan, "is the weirdest idea
you have ever come up with. " By the time they'd reached the white circle,
"But 1 really believe that the-" the tables had been removed and clusters of
"Would you mind telling me where you got Thirshk milled about, talking with great aninla
this idea?" tion.
"From . . . from analyzing a Thirshk creation "Gosh," said Roger. "They're like a different
myth. " species. "
Duncan stared intendy and Roger felt sweat "Indeed, , said Duncan. "Let's see ifwe might
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find someone who has the brains to negotiate a obtherving the progression of the numberth. I
trade agreement." deduthed it waz measuring time. "
A Thirshk darted up to them and Roger was " M y gosh," said Roger. " I c a n hardly be-
surprised that he was able to recognize him as lieve-"
the Thirshk he'd conversed with earlier. The "We will wait," said Duncan.
Thirshk repeated the Indian signing Roger had "ExtheUent. " The Thirshk loped away.
used at their first encounter. Duncan looked over at Roger. "I've got to ad-
"Hello, again," said Roger, feeling sheepish. mit your theory might possibly have some mer
"I can athemble a khendre, a team, and ne- it-this time."
gotiate. " "Thank you. " From long experience, Roger
"You?" knew his boss had just given him a rare high
"Why not me?" complement. But still, the reluctant, backhand
"I'm sorry, " said Roger, "I thought . . . I ed way it was given galled him.
thought that because you moved so sluggishly, Abruptly, landing lights flared white from un
that you were . . . " der the Appelonian ship.
"I would have moved a little fathter if it Idly, Duncan gazed over at the vessel. "By the
weren't tho hot." way, Roger. Are you plaJUling to complete your
"Hot' It's freezing here. " vacation in Ohio?"
"Urn." Duncan stepped forward. "We have a "No. "
trade proposal that will benefit both our peo Duncan smiled. "I don't suspect you'd be par
ples. Can you really negotiate for the Thirshk?" ticularly welcome at the Appelonian World
"Thertainly. " The Thirshk once again pro Headquarters. "
duced a business card and handed it to Dlmcan. "I expect not. "
"You can't read it, of courth, but you can show The ship shuddered aJld its directed energy
it to other Thirshk." beam engine came to life.
As Duncan stared at the card, the Thirshk Duncan stared at the Appelonian craft as it
traced his fingers along the writing. "Here iz my slowly ascended. "Serving humanity in all its
name, which I doubt if you can pronotmth, and forms," he said with a smile, his eyes on the
here iz my title: Thub-director for Off-planet Ac white circle emblem. "Apparently except for
tivitiez-which is why I was monitoring the Ap the Thirshk."
pelonian craft, even when I wasn't thmart." " Serving humanity. " Roger smiled and
"This is great!" Roger exclaimed. hoped it didn't look too malicious. "Speaking
TIle TIlirshk turned to him. "If you will jutht of which, Duncan, about that cookie you ate
wait here until I collect the khendre. " ." .
"Urn. . . . Right. Of course."
The Thirshk pointed to Roger's Omni. "It will (Editor's Note: Roger and Duncan have afr
take until your devithe readth two zero one peared previously in 'ft Sound Basis for Mis
four. " understanding"[April 201 OJ, 'fI Higher Level of
"You can read Terran numbers," said Roger, Misunderstanding" [May 2007J, and "Misun
his eyes wide. "And you can interpret our units derstanding Twelve"[April 2004].)
of time?"
" I have been watching your devithe and Copyright © 2012 Carl Frederick
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avid overshot the landing site by about tions were on Earth, he wasn't ready to spend
three miles. Not bad for an amateur, es the rest of his life-which would be very short
pecially on his first attempt outside a if he were stranded here-on the Moon.
simulator. Still, it meant extra walking, When he was satisfied that his ride would
so he would arrive at the base of Tycho be ready when he was, he let out the breath
Crater's central peak already tired. He didn't he'd been holding and said, "Tycho base here.
have a rover like the Apollo astronauts had. The Chronos has landed. "
His lander held fuel for a short hover, not About five seconds later, the response from
enough to take him a significant portion of the his ground controller and wife, Tania, came in:
way back to the base of the mountain, so as his "Copy that, Dave." About half that time must
forward velocity slowed to zero, he looked for have been her finding her own breath. It only
the flattest spot he could find and set it down, took two and a half seconds for radio waves to
its rocket engine blowing the fine-grained re go to the Earth and back.
golith away as he drew near. The legs' six-foot "I overshot it a bit," he said. "I'll have some
feelers touched first, lighting up first one, then walking to do."
another of the contact lights in the instmment "Copy that. The exercise will be good for
cluster in front of him. you. "
\Vhen all three lights were glowing green, She had to be kidding. The last six months
he shut down the fuel pumps and let the lan had been nothing but exercise, reducing the
der fall the last few feet. It took exactly the two body of a man who had "prospered," as Dave
seconds he had expected, but the impact was liked to call it, from 220 pounds down to the
softer. The simulator could duplicate the ef 160 that his engineers could safely deliver to
fects of Lunar gravity, but not the feel of it. the Moon. Then again, the last three days had
He watched the fuel tank levels for any sign been nothing but drifting in zero-gee as his Lu
of trouble. Likewise the air tanks and the elec nar transfer module coasted to the Moon. The
trical cells and the myriad other critical sys exercise probably would do him some good.
tems. He wanted to be absolutely sure "No sense letting moss grow, " he said, un
everything was in good condition before he hooking the bungees that held him in position
put the lander in standby mode. Bad as condi- before the landing controls. He had been
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standing duting the descent, just like the Apol and stretched from the top of his helmet to his
lo astronauts had. It saved the weight of a chair. butt. Getting it out the door was awkward and
His lander looked a lot like the LEM. His de frustrating. He was glad the engineers had in
sign team had copied what worked before and cluded the extra weight for some padding, be
modified it to fit a budget. David was rich, but cause he banged it on the hatch frame three or
even he couldn't afford to give his private four times before he managed to wedge him
space effort carte blanche. He'd spent three self through. Some of the more conservative
quarters of his billions to get here; he wanted countries were probably muting his audio feed
enough left for a comfortable retirement when by the time he was done.
he got home. "Deep breaths, honey," Tania said.
Media rights would recover some of what "I'm already panting. "
he'd spent. Maybe a quarter of the world was H e straightened up on the threshold, look
listening to him now, and watching through ing out over the gray surface of the Moon. "Oh,
the cameras installed in the lander and on his wow," he said.
suit helmet. They could see better than he Tycho Crater's floor was littered with boul
could, actually; they got the view behind him ders, each casting a long shadow in the morn
as well as to the front and sides. They also ex ing sun. The west rim glowed almost white
pected a running commentary, but after the under the direct rays. It was three miles high,
first hour or so of the flight Dave had come to but it didn't look it. Tycho was big enough
understand why most astronaut chatter sound fifty miles in diameter-that the curvature of
ed so inane. Space flight was like any flight: the Moon put part of it below the horizon. It
hours of boredom punctuated by moments of did look jagged, unlike most of the other crater
terror, and when something exciting hap rims on the moon. At only a hundred million
pened you were concentrating on surviving it, years old, Tycho was a recent enough impact
not talking about it. that it hadn't weathered significantly under the
He did at least say, "Checking my pressure onslaught of lesser meteors. Nearby he could
suit," while he snugged the seals at wrists and see that everything was pitted and rounded,
neck and double-checked the big zipper run but on the large scale it looked as rugged as the
ning from neck to crotch. That one scared him day it was blasted out of the lunar highlands.
more than any other. Leaving your zipper "I've got to walk through that?" he said. "I
down here would be the faux-pas of a lifetime, should have brought a better set of boots. "
three billion people watching or none. When He turned around and put his left foot on
he was satisfied that he was tight, he opened the top rung of the ladder. " Starting down
the valve that let the cabin's air out. He now. " He couldn't feel the nmg nearly as well
couldn't hear any hiss. Spacesuits transmitted as in the simulator on Earth, so he had to look
sound about as well as a pillow, and there was under his arm to make sure he was actually on
no reason to put an external microphone on it before moving his right foot to the next one,
one during a solo flight. Leaving it off had and so on until he was on the last nmg.
saved an ounce at least. He ran his rehearsed speech through his
He could feel the suit expanding a little as mind a couple of times to make sure he re
the outside pressure dropped. It grew more membered it. No forgetting the "a" in "one
rigid, harder to flex his arms and fingers. small step for a man" for him! He took a deep
"Heading out the hatch," he said. All of his breath, then stepped out with both feet and let
equipment was stowed outside, so he didn't himself drop to the surface. He was still on the
need to wrangle anything out through the landing pad, so he took another step off that
doorway except himself. That was hard onto the actual dusty soil of the Moon and re
enough. The opening had been designed to al cited: "Today humanity returns to the Moon,
low him to crawl through on hands and knees, bearing a witness to our species that will long
because anything bigger would have compro outlast us, whether we prosper or perish in tlle
mised the strength of the cabin. rough years ahead. May we survive to open it
His life support unit weighed two hundred ourselves when better fortune brings us here
pounds on Earth. Here it was only thirty-three, again."
but it still stuck out ten inches from his back "Amen to that," Tania said.
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deep channel cutting directly across his path.It climb an hour or so later without further inci
was a fault line, too steep to descend and too dent.
steep to climb back out of even i f he could. Then the work began.U he thought hauling
Then he recalled the photos he'd studied for a wagon across rocky ground was tough, haul
long weeks as he planned his route up the ing it up a rocky incline was torture.The slope
mountain and realized he was nearly there. had looked smooth in the photos, but those
The fault ran along the base of the mountain, photos had a resolution of four or five feet at
and it would peter out if he just followed it to best, which left room for the possibility that
ward the southeast, more or less in the direc the mountainside was jagged as a Mayan pyra
tion he wanted to go anyway.He slogged on, mid. It wasn't quite that bad, but it wasn't the
squelch,squelch,squelch. His spacesuit chafed gravelly knoll he'd hoped for,either.It was like
at the shoulders and crotch. It didn't feel like a walking up stairs, which gave him purchase for
body-shaped suit anymore; it was more of a bal his feet, but required a bump of the wheels
loon with sandpaper in all the wrong spots. and a tug for every step.
Half an hour or so later, Tania said, "Sched "The world damn well better appreciate my
ule says it's time for a rest." effort to memorialize it," he said at one point,
"Thank god." Dave didn't hesitate.He just not caring who was listening or what they
dropped the cart handle and slumped over the thought.
top face of the time capsule.The weight of the "Of course they do," Tania reassured him.
backpack pressed into him so he rolled onto "We're all incredibly grateful."
his side. "Oh, blessed horizontal," he panted. "Not bloody likely, " he said. "Half the planet
"Are you all right?" Tania's voice carried thinks I'm wasting money on self-gratification.
more than her usual concern. O f course those are the same bastards that
"Fine.Just tired. Give me a second." He have pretty much ruined the place for their
closed his eyes. own self-gratification, so they can go fuck
The alarm brought him out of it. He jerked themselves. Oops, we just lost Saudi Arabia,
upright, or tried to, but the suit's mass was hav didn't we?"
ing none of that. He smacked his head into the Tania giggled,which probably cost them an
side of his helmet. "Ow! What? What's going other country or two. At that point Dave
on?" couldn't have cared less.
"Dave! Dave,answer me, Dave-oh. Dave. Anger was better fuel than nutrient syrup.
You fell asleep. " Dave yanked the cart up the mountain like a
"Yeah, I guess I did. How long was l out'" He Sherpa hauling an obnoxious tourist's gear up
pushed himself upright more slowly. Everest,and before he knew it he had run out
"Just a few minutes. I'm sorry. I-I pan of mountain. He stood on a high ridge over
icked." looking a central depreSSion,in which a single
"Understandable. I could have been in seri boulder the size of an aparttnent building rest
ous trouble." He took a sip from his water nip ed.
ple, then decided to screw one of the syrup "Man, the air is thin up here, " he said.
canisters on and have a little nourishment. He "No shit, Sherlock."
drank it greedily, and felt much better after He looked at the downward slope before
ward. him. "I'm tempted to climb on top of this cart
"Okay, time for round two," he said. He and ride it down," he said.
stood up and gave the wagon a tug, and with "Negative on that. Momentum is momen-
the ponderous sluggishness of a freight train tum,and that's a good tenth of a mile down."
leaving the yard,he resumed his trek. " Yeah, you're right.As usual."
He tipped the cart over a half a mile or so lat "Holy crap, and I've got that recorded! "
er, spilling oxygen tanks and water bottles He smiled, envisioning her in the control
across the gray powdery ground and learning room there at Houston, rented from NASA,
how hard it is to bend over and pick up some who had no use for it anymore.He wished he
thing slick in a spacesuit that wasn't designed could hold her in his arms and bury his nose in
for it. He was more careful after that, and ar her hair. For the first time since he'd landed, he
rived at the base of the ridge he needed to really felt the quarter million miles between
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through his helmet cameras while he was fac "The metal walls must be blocking my sig
ing away. nal. It looks like I've found someone else's time
The "boulder" was artificial. Its sides were capsule, and they had a bigger budget than we
smooth and curved, like the sides of an egg. did. I'm going back inside and having a longer
They had been, anyway, when they were new. look. Don't panic. "
Now they were battered by countless meteor "Take pictures!" Tania said. "Your video's not
strikes, dented and holed and in places ripped making it through, either. '
open in long streaks. "I will . "
It took him a moment to find his voice. H e stepped back inside, and into the past.
When he did, he said, "This has been here a The distant past. There were maps of the
long time." Despite its appearance, no partinl Earth, but the continents weren't where they
lar spot on the Moon got hit by a meteor very were now. The Atlantic Ocean was just a nar
often. An object this size might get hit once row strip between the Americas and Africa,
every hundred thousand years. And this had and Asia was tilted to the side. North America
taken hWldreds of hits. It was millions of years was two pieces, separated by a long sea where
old. the Rocky Mountains would someday be.
He looked in through a gash in the wall. He found photos of dinosaurs. The photos
The Sun was to his right; he couldn't see a were made of some ceramic-like material, and
thing in the dark interior. He flipped on his were in color. Their subjects looked like di
spotlight, half expecting to see an alien mon nosaurs in some of the more recent paleontol
ster about to bite off his head, seeing instead ogy books, with vivid purple and green
another wall at an angle to the outer wall, this markings and spiky mohawks of scales or feath
one with flat oval panels attached to it. Video ers. It was hard to judge scale, but they looked
screens? Or . . . big. Some were standing up to their knees in
"Artwork'" He stuck his head farther inside. water, others in thick jungle foliage, or out in
"Careful, Dave. Those edges look sharp. " the grassy plains. Most were eating: some grass,
He backed out and took a close look. "They some big chunks of meat torn out of the car
are n ' t , actually. Micrometeorites have casses of more dinosaurs. Dave thought it odd
smoothed them. But let me look for a better that they would show scenes like that, rather
way inside. Whoever put this here must have than their cities and major accomplishments.
made one." There were three-dimensional displays, too.
They had. It was a door about fifteen feet Dioramas, models, even actual samples of
high and ten wide and battered as badly as the plants and aninlals, though most of those were
rest of the structure, but he was able to wedge piles of dust in the bottoms of their display cas
an oxygen tank into the crack and pry it open es. Dave had to stretch to see the tops of the
far enough to fit inside. taller exhibits. The wide, high corridor would
The place looked like a museum. Big, roomy have echoed if there had been air to carry
corridors, artwork on the walls, display cases sound.
filled with artifacts, and little placards no The museum was designed to tell a story,
doubt describing what each one was if you leading a visitor through from scene to scene.
could read whatever language they were writ Dave followed the winding path into the interi
ten in. Dave didn't recognize the scribbles as or and slowly realized what he was seeing.
any language he'd ever seen, but that didn't This was a snapshot of the Earth as it was at the
mean much. tinle, not a memorial of any particular species.
"Does anybody recognize any of this?" he The dinosaurs didn't put this here, because the
asked. dinosaurs were still just savage beasts.
He waited for the three second speed-of- So who had' Dave rushed forward, his spot
light lag, then a few more seconds. light casting eerie shadows as he swept it from
"Tania?" exhibit to exhibit, until at last he found what
No response. he was looking for: a photo with a clothed, ob
He stepped back outside. "Testing, testing, viously civilized being in it.
testing. Can you hear me now?" It wasn't human. He wasn't expecting it to
"Loud and clear. What happened?" be, not from so far back in the past. Even so, he
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would provide more incentive for someone before it had died, and it was being sent to the
else to follow him here and do it right. Who Andromeda Galaxy. The people-or mush
knows; maybe it would be him again, better rooms, or raccoons, or octopi, or cockroaches,
prepared next time. or whatever-who lived dlere would never be
He left his own time capsule near the an able to see their own galaxy from the outSide,
cient alien one, tilted so Earth would have its but humanity had a great view. Why not send
best shot at the corner reflectors. You never them a shot of it' Who knew, maybe someone
knew; it could be the descendants of raccoons over there would decode the message and see
who eventually made it back. But not if Dave what it was and send a shot of the Milky Way
had anything to do with it. back to renlrn the favor.
Dave would be long gone when that hap
A year later he had the distinct pleasure of pened. Humanity itself might be a distant mem
pushing the button that sent a signal off into ory in a battered metal box on the Moon,
deep space. Not to the home planet of the although the discovery of the alien artifact had
aliens who had left the time capsule on the jarred people into reconsidering their selfish
Moon; that message had already been sent, approach to life and to their planet. But even if
though it was anybody's guess if anyone was humanity continued on its path to ruin, some
still there to receive it. This was a different sort one, somewhere in the galaxy, would pick up
of message, a symbolic one more than any that signal from Andromeda, and smile. Dave
thing, although a real gift for anyone who was sure of it. •
might receive it in two million years.
It was a photo of the Andromeda Galaxy, a Copyright © 2012 Jerry Oltion
mosaic taken by the Hubble Space Telescope
E
ven before the word "genetics" existed, view genetic engineering was more focused
science fiction writers were speculating on small populations or individuals, using a va
and writing stories about the subject. Al riety of unspecified chemical and biological
though Gregor Mendel's work was first methods to alter germ plasm and create new
published in the 186Os, his ideas didn't pene forms of life. We're all familiar widl the various
trate the scientific mainstream until William biological castes depicted by Aldous Huxley in
Bateson rediscovered his results in 1905 (and Brave New World (1932). The first great SF
coined the word "genetics") and publicized practitioner of this method, James Blish, gave
them. Meanwhile, in 1896 H. G. Wells pub it the name "pantropy. " Several of his
lished The Island ofDoctor Moreau, arguably pantropy stories (including "Sunken Uni
the first important novel of genetic engineer verse , " 1942, and the classic " Surface Ten
ing. (To be sure, Wells calls Dr. Moreau's tech sion, " 1952) were published in one volume as
niques "vivisection," but the results look an The Seedling Stars (1956). In c.L. Moore's
awful lot like genetic engineering.) "Promised Land" (Astounding, 1 9 50),
Before actual genetic engineering emerged, pantropy is used to adapt colonists to life on
science fiction interpreted the concept Ganymede. "Between the Dark and the Day
through several different lenses. The primary light" by Algis Budrys (1958) settlers on a hos
method was good old selective breeding, tile planet develop adaptations such as claws
sometimes called "eugenics . " Biological and armored hides, and eventually overrun
change came to the human race across many the unmodified humans. Pantropy allows hu
generations, usually according to some master mans to live lUlderwater and even in space in
plan. A. E. van Vogt's The Silkie (1964).
Thus, in Olaf Stapeldon's Last and First A third take on genetic engineering follows
Men (1930), we follow the development of in the steps of Doctor Moreau by breeding or
eighteen successive species of humanity into a mutating aninlais to give them more human
far-distant future. E. E. "Doc" Smith's Lensman like aspects. Robert A. Heinlein's "Jerry Is a
series (beginning in Astounding with Galactic Man" (1947, later appearing in book form as
Patrol in 1 937-38) involves millennia-long "Jerry Was a Man") was a prescient early ex
bloodlines, both human and alien, controlled ample of this approach, in which an intelli
by the benevolent Arisians. In Robert A. Hein gent ape stands trial to determine his humani
lein's Howard Families series (starting with ty. In Cordwainer Smith's Instrumentality of
Methuselah's Children in Astounding, 1941), Mankind series (notably "Alpha Ralpha Boule
the Howards are bred for their longevity, be vard," 1961, "The Ballad ofLost C'Mell," 1962,
coming a race of near-immortals. Heinlein's "Under Old Earth, " 1966, and Norstrilia,
Beyond This Horizon (Astounding, 1 942) 1975), a host of half-animal Underpeople are
told of a world in which selective breeding the true heirs of humanity. Curt Siodmak's
had created a near-utopia. Frank Herbert's Hauser's Memory (1 969) explores using ge
Dune series (serialized in A nalog starting in netics to transfer human memories and even
1963) gives us the ten-thousand-year blood personalities to animals. More recendy, David
lines supervised by the Bene Gesserit Sister Brin has used a variation on the theme of se
hood. lective breeding in his Uplift stories (com
Selective breeding involves large popula mencing with Startide Rising, some parts ap
tions and long time frames. Another way to peared in A nalog starting in 1981), in which
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sapient patron races "uplift" non-sapient ani protector when dastardly forces pursued
mals to intelligence. them.
Once science discovered DNA, it was able Now Whispr and Ingrid are in Africa, in the
to catch up to SF and give us the language and territory of the South African Economic Com
techniques of true genetic engineering. Start bine (known offiCially as SAEC and colloquial
ing about the 1970s, genetic engineering be ly as SICK). SICK, apparently the source of the
came a common theme in science fiction. In data-thread, is the kind of evil corporate em
Time Enough For Love (1973), Robert A . pire that we aU love to hate. Whispr and Ingrid
Heinlein picked up the Howard Families series feel that they are close to the answers they
and took genetic engineering far beyond sim seek.
ple controlled breeding. Kate Wilhelm's Unfortunately, SICK's ultra-enhanced sadis
Where Late the Sweet Birds Sang (1976) gives tic assassin, Napul Mole, is on their trail. By es
us a world in which cloning replaces sexual caping him in the last book, Whispr and In
reproduction. Cloning and genetic engineer grid showed Mole u p , and now he's
ing also figure heavily in Arthur C. Clarke's Im determined not just to catch them, but also to
perial Earth (1976). make them suffer.
Geoff Ryman's The Child Garden ( 1 989) It's all great adventure, with sympathetic
presents a world in which genetic engineering characters and solid speculative science.
results in living beings that serve as houses, ve
hicles, and machines. Nancy Kress has made a Uglies: Shay's Story
name for herself with genetic engineering sto Scott Westerfeld
ries like the Sleepers series (starting with Beg Del Rey, 208 pages, $ 1 0.99
gars in Spain, 1993)-in which a new breed (paperback graphic novel)
of immortals result from attempts to engineer iBooks, Nook: $9.99 (e-book)
away the need for sleep-and this year's col ISBN: 978-0-345-52722-6
lection Future Perfect: Six Stories of Genetic Series: Uglies
Engineering. Genre: Biological SF, Graphic Novels
Many SF movies and television shows in
clude elements of genetic engineering (usually In 2005 Scott Westerfeld introduced us to
laughable ones), but one standout is the ex the world of Uglies. In this future world, at
cellent 1997 movie Gattaca. age 16 all adults have an operation that turns
This issue, I have several recent exanlples of them "Pretty" -eliminating individual differ
genetic engineering in science fiction. As you ences and making everyone a perfect physical
might expect, they're a pretty diverse lot. specimen-after which they enter the shal
low, hedonistic adult world. Children under
Body, Inc. 1 6 are "Uglies, " humiliated and embarrassed
Alan Dean Foster by their trivial imperfections. Most children
Del Rey, 290 pages, $ 1 3 .00 (trade paperback) dream of the day they will become Pretty . . .
iSooks, Kindle, Nook: $9.99 (e-book) except for Tally Youngblood's friend Shay.
ISBN: 978-0-345-5 1 199-7 Shay, the rebel, runs away rather than become
Series: Human Blend 2 Pretty . . . and Tally follows her. At first Tally
Genre: Advennlre SF, Biological SF, comes as a spy, to retrieve Shay from her fel
Man & Machine low rebels and bring them all back. Tally's
slow conversion to rebel and her subsequent
Centuries from now, with the world an en adventures make up the four books of the
vironmental fuin, personal genetic enhance Uglies series.
ment and nanotech implants are everywhere. Uglies: Shay's Story goes back to the begin
In The Human Blend (reviewed in the May ning and tells things from Shay's viewpoint . . .
201 1 issue) we met wraith-thin lovable rogue and does so in a very accessible graphic novel
Whispr and his friend, Dr. Ingrid Seastrom. format. David Cummings's black-and-white il
Whispr accidentally acquired a silver data lustrations dovetail perfectly with script by
thread that bears information about a power Scott Westerfeld and Devin Grayson. Readers
ful new technology, and Ingrid became his familiar with the Uglies series will definitely
want this one, and those who haven't yet read trilogy.
Uglies will find it a perfect introduction to the
series. Tbe Games
This would be a perfect gift for a bright teen Ted Kosmatka
or pre-teen, but adults can certainly enjoy the Del Rey, 368 pages, $25.00 (hardcover)
story as well. iBooks, Kindle, Nook: $ 12.99 (e-book)
ISBN: 978.()-345-52661-8
Exogene Genre: Biological SF, SF/Horror
T. C. McCarthy
Orbit, 384 pages, $7.99 (mass market) During the Cold War, the Olympic Games
iBooks, Kindle, Nook: $7.99 (e-book) became a surrogate for geopolitical rivalries,
ISBN: 978-0-316-12815-5 with each medal won a victory for one side or
Series: Subterrene War 2 the other. In the near-future world of The
Genre: Biological SF, Military SF, Games, the OlympiCS are replaced by an in
Psychological/Sociological SF ternational competition of genetic engineer
ing. Nations design animal-derived killers and
Genetically enhanced soldiers are an obvi deploy them in gladiatorial games, with gold
ous concept, and many authors have written medals and enormous prestige going to the
about them. In the Subterrene War series, T. nation whose creation defeats all others. The
C . McCarthy is presenting the kind of full one limitation is that no creature can contain
bore, total-immersion exploration of the con any human-derived DNA.
cept at which science fiction excels. The designs of genius geneticist Silas
In this somewhat-near h.ture, wealth is mea Williams have won the United States numer
sured in rare metals so precious and so impor ous gold medals . . . but competitors are get
tant to industry that the world is convulsed in ting closer. At the end of his rope, Silas turns
war to control the remaining deposits. The to an experinlental supercomputer, allowing it
key weapon in these wars is the germline sol to design the genetic template for the perfect
dier: genetically enhanced, grown in vats, to killer.
tally expendable. The first book, Germline, The result is so complex and unfamiliar that
showed the war from the viewpoint of a jour Silas can't begin to understand it. He enlists
nalist embedded with a U.S. military unit in the help ofVidonia]oa, xenobiologist extraor
Kazakhstan. dinaire.
Now Exogene introduces us to Catherine, Too soon, Silas and Vidonia learn how the
one of the germline soldiers. Catherine and her supercomputer has done its magic . . . for it
compatriot Megan are perfect weapons in the turns out that the new organism isn't just the
enhanced bodies of teenage girls, and they're most efficient killer ever to walk the earth, it's
good at what they do. There's one hitch: after also intelligent. And in the manner of all the
two years on the battlefield (if they survive), best intelligent killing machines, it soon turns
they will begin to "spoW-their minds and on its creators. . . .
bodies will start to unravel, and they'll be de The Games is being marketed to appeal to
commissioned (executed). Catherine used to the pop-sci Michael Crichton/Robin Cook
think she was ready for this fate; she was cer crowd, but the science is a tad too authenti
tainly taught that it was God's will. cally detailed, the future worldbuilding a bit
But then she hears rumors of a place in too well done, the writing not quite breathless
Thailand, a place where spoiled gennline sol enough. Kosmatka, after all, is a Nebula Award
diers go to live in freedom. And she's deter nominee. If you are in the mood for an SF
mined to get there. thrill ride with some very convincing mon
U you don't care for military SF, at least give sters, this is the book for you.
McCarthy a try. These books don't center on
weapons and tactiCS, they're about people fac Unfriendly Persuasion
ing the ultimate challenges of war. A third Steven H. Wilson
book, from yet another viewpoint, is sched Firebringer, 426 pages, $20.00
uled for August publication to complete the (trade paperback)
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SEPTEMBER 201 2
Kindle: $2.99 (e-book) of the human race is only a few clicks or taps
ISBN: 978-0-9773851-3-3 away, one might think that the age of enor
Series: Arbiter Chronicles 2 mous, encyclopedic directories is over.
Genre: Humorous SF, Military SF One would be wrong.
Eighty years of SF, horror, and fantasy
For ten years and a vast number of episodes, movies make for a gargantuan amount of in
Steven H. Wilson and the crew at Prometheus formation. David Elroy Goldweber has boiled
Radio Theatre (prometheusradiotheatre. it all down to the essentials that matter to
com) have dramatized the madcap adventures those of us who watch these films for fun.
of the Confederate Navy Starship Titan and You'd have to comb dozens of websites to get
her misfit crew. Unfriendly Persuasion is Wil the kind of valuable stuff he packs into one en
son's second book featuring Rigellian Arbiter try for a single ftlm.
Captain Jan Atal; his genetically enhanced From Abbot and Costello Go to Mars all the
daughter Kaya; enigmatic alien telepath Cer way to ZPG. , here's what you get. There's the
naq; and poor Terry Metcalfe and Kevin Car standard filmographic info: title, producer, nUl
son, the first Terrans to qualify for the Confed time, format, date. What's Happening: a one
erate Navy. line blurb. Famous For: the distinguishing
Metcalfe, hero of a recent battle with the characteristics that fans care about (popular
Qraitian Empire, is disenchanted with his po cult classic, notable performances, same di
sition and senses that there should be more to rector as a more famous film, etc.)
life than his military service. He gradually falls But wait, there's more. A detailed discus
under the spell of a religious sect from the sion, ranging from one paragraph to several,
planet Eleusis-a sect that believes God lives tells you exactly what your most knowledge
within their planet. able friend would want you to know about
So Metcalfe sets out for Eleusis, where he the film. These discussions are the meat of the
discovers that something is indeed living be book, and make for fascinating and fun read
neath the surface, a powerful alien intelli ing. Ever since this book showed up in the
gence that's prepared to grant him everything mailbox, I've been dipping into it at random
he desires. But what Metcalfe sees as God and enjoying essays on films I have no inten
might instead be a malevolent creature intent tion of ever watching. It's that kind of guide.
on destroying everything he and his friends Goldweber goes on to rate each movie on a
have fought for. scale of 1 to l O on five dimensions: Action,
The story of Metcalfe'S wayward adven Gore, Sex, Quality, and Camp. In addition, he
tures, and the stmggle of his friends and crew has a "Don't miss" line to highlight one special
mates to save him in spite of himself, makes moment from each movie, and also a cleverly
for a light and enjoyable tale. Like a cross be titled quote from each.
tween the funniest episodes of the original If you have any interest in genre films, if you
Star Trek and Monty Python, Unfriendly Per want to impress and amuse your friends on
suasion is a fun romp, and a bargain at $2.99 movie night, or if you just enjoy compellingly
for the e-book. If you like the book, be sure to written trivia, you want this book. The paper
visit the website and listen to some episodes. version is about the size of a phone book but
has better paper and much more readable
Claws & Saucers: Science Fiction, Horror, and type; it's pricey but would make a great pre
Fantasy Film 1902-1982 sent for your favorite genre film buff. The
David Elroy Goldweber much-more-affordable e-book is a must for any
Lulu, 682 pages, $47.95 (paperback) one who likes genre movies.
iBooks, Kindle, Nook: $8.95 (e-book)
ISBN: 978-1-105-04350-5 And with that, I'm afraid I've engineered
Genre: Nonfiction myself out of space. In the spirit of genetic en
gineers everywhere, go out and make some
In this age of handheld, always-connected new friends . •
devices and multiple billions of websites,
when the assembled knowledge and wisdom Copyright © 2012 Don Sakers
S
tan, Dear Dr. Schmidt,
In your March 2 0 1 2 editorial, you I was a bit surprised, in reading Richard
give the example of someone building Lovett's April 2012 Science Fact article con
railroad cars wider for greater capacity, cerning Kuiper Belt objects, that he didn't of
although they could not run on existing (4'-8- fer what I consider to be a fairly obvious ex
1/2") tracks. This actually happened. planation for the "hot" (orbiting out of the
When George Stephenson built the Stock ecliptic) planetoids that appear to make up
ton and Darlington Railway, he used the gauge about half of the Kuiper belt objects, especial
of the existing colliery tramways, but added ly given that he cites the recent discovery of
1/2" to make i t easier to go around sharp Jupiter-sized rogue planets-planets apparent
curves. He used the same gauge when he built ly ejected from their native orbits about other
the Liverpool and Manchester. Others copied stars due to gravitational interactions.
him for their railways. Isambard Brunel, who I propose that the "hot" Kuiper objects are
was building the Great Western Railway, de formerly rogue planetoids captured from in
cided that a wider track was more stable and terplanetary space by our Sun. Captured how?
used 7-0-1/4" for his trains. The railways that Perhaps by drag produced when they encoun
connected with the GWR also used the wide tered our Sun's protoplanetary disc-the dust
track. As the railways expanded, the two sys and gas from which the Sun's planets formed.
tems met but could not interchange because Or perhaps by gravitational interaction with
of the difference in gauge. Passengers and the coalesced planets and asteroids later on.
freight had to unload and reload to go from If there are as many or more rogue Jupiters
one system to the other. Parliament had an in as stars, as estimated by their discoverers,
vestigation and decided that Stephenson's then I'd say it is very likely that smaller rogue
gauge should be the standard. BruneI had to objects are far more munerous, since small ob
add a third rail to his tracks so that standard jects are much more likely to be the losers in a
gauge trains could run on his system. In the gravitational dust-up. I would think interstellar
end the GWR had to remove the outer rail, cut space should be populous with small refugee
off the excess length of the ties, and scrap all bodies and that, over billions of years, any star
of the wide gauge locomotives and equip would acquire a large collection of loosely
ment. bound former rogues.
This also happened on the Erie Railroad in It may turn out that many of the recently
the US. It was built to a six-foot gauge and had discovered "hot" Kuiper objects are not cap
to be narrowed to connect with other rail tured at all, but merely passing through. They
roads. In Australia, there are three different are far enough away and moving slowly
gauges. Depending on which state you are in, enough relative to the Sun that their orbits
it could be standard gauge, 3'-6" or 5'-3 " . may very well be open hyperbolas, not the
Come to the boundary with the next state and closed parabolas [sic] we have assumed. It
you have to get out and get into a train run may take years or decades of observations to
ning on a different gauge. determine the truth.
Brian Cary It would be extraordinary if the New Hori
Seattle, WA zons spacecraft, currently en route to Pluto,
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were to discover it is a fonner rogue that had Chicago's O'Hare airport and ordered a beer at
formed around another star! an eating spot. I was asked to show my identi
Best, fication, and I asked why. I've been drawing
Ed Bianchi Social Security for some time and my hair is a
losing race between white and gone. The ex
The author replies . . . planation floored me. The waiter said that
This is an interesting idea. It's also timely be someone had brought a lawsuit alleging dis
cause a February 2012 study concluded that crimination against younger people who
rogue planets are 100,000 times more plenti would be asked, so it was now "policy" that
ful than stars. I wouldn't put a lot of faith in everyone had to be asked, regardless of obvi
that number, but it does appear that there are ous age. Judgment was not allowed to play any
a lot of those things out there. part in the process.
That said, I find them to be an unlikely Robert P. Odenweller
source of Kuiper Belt objects (KBOs). To be Bernardsville, NJ
gin with, I suspect that capture would be diffi
cult. That would mean that to get a few hun Dear Stan,
dred hot KBOs, we might have had thousands My latest gripe is prejudice towards seniors.
or hundreds of thousands of rogue planets It burns my grits to read stories in which the
pass through the Solar System. older parent or grandparent is portrayed as a
Gas drag in the protoplanetary disk proba mossback with totally outmoded views, a big
bly wouldn't work as a way around this be ot in most things and stupid in everything
cause an object coming in from interstellar else. \Vhen I was a kid, black people in stories
space would only get one pass through the were either shuffling Uncle Toms or criminal
disk before looping around the Sun and off rapists intent on white women. Women were
again into interstellar space. I don't think drag portrayed as weak and lacking decision-mak
works that quickly. ing skills; never mind what was said about oth
As for some KBOs being visitors on unrec er minorities and commies. Over the last fifty
ognized hyperbolic orbits, I think orbits can years, most writers slowly realized that these
be well enough calculated today to rule out stereotypes were politically incorrect and to
hyperbolic orbits fairly quickly. I'm sure that if day they steer away from such things, even
someone found a KBO on a hyperbolic orbit, when they feel otherwise. So how come the
it would be big news. literary conmmnity still thinks it's open season
Still, this is a rapidly advancing field. And if on seniors? I can hardly pick up a book of fic
rogue planets turn out to really be as common tion that doesn't have an addled elder in it.
as the new study claims, then it doesn't seem Older people are assumed to be racially and
impossible that lurking somewhere out in the religiously bigoted. I wonder how many of
outer solar system might be an alien worldlet these young writers ever sat in the back of a
or two. Maybe passing rogue planets are what bus or demonstrated for civil rights in the face
disturb objects in the Oort Cloud, sending of police clubs and fire hoses. What genera
some of them slowly falling into the inner so tion is willing to kill the people of another re
lar system to become comets. ligion out of fear and hate? Not mine. For the
One thing that would make a good story record, people have about a one in thirty
would be what would happen if we detected chance of even getting an Alzheimer type dis
something big (as in Jupiter-sized or larger) ease (if they live long enough) and a one out
heading our way. That could mess up a lot of of two chance of getting cancer, of which one
things in the Solar System as we know it today. out of four of us will die. Isn't it about time to
Richard A. Lovett make the senior stereotype politically incor
rect along with aU the rest?
Dear Stan: I refer of course to the story by Jerry Oltion
Your editorial in the April issue told of a ["An Ounce of Prevention, " June 2012] but he
case of carding people who buy beer and how is only an example of a widespread trend. One
it applied to everyone, not just those who can hardly have a conversation without hear
might be borderline. Some years ago, I was at ing about senility or Alzheimer's and writers
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use it constantly as device to show the intelli the world, old and young-and this is the key
gence and open-mindedness of the current point the young ones learn it at the feet of the
generation. I can't remember when I last read old ones. So I wrote about a stereotypical big
a story in which the younger person was the ot, a stereotypical bigot's daughter deter
bigot. These writers may believe they are just mined to break the cycle, and the not-so
telling a story about individuals, but the preva stereotypical granddaughter who results. All
lence of the stereotype reminds me very much were taken directly from my observations of
the racism of the '40s and '50s. the world around me. (I didn't say it directly in
R. K. Glover the story, but you can guess the bigot's politi
Cookeville, 1N cal affiliation, too, because that stereotype is
just as prevalent as bigotry itself.) I don't think
The author replies . . . this is an "Uncle Tom" stereotype. I think this
It's tempting to say "Oh, come on now, this one is real, persistent, and scary. The world is
story is just about one character, not about old full of these people: mentally damaged and
people in general, " but that would be dodging busy damaging their children and grandchil
the issue. The fact is, I did choose the grandfa dren as well. I make no apology for writing
ther to represent an entire class of people. Not about them. If I make even one child of a bigot
old people in particular, but he represents the recognize that they could stop the cycle, then
people who are so damaged by their upbring I'll rest happy. (On the other hand, I expect
ing and their environment that they have no parents to be horrified, as I was when I wrote
hope of overcoming their ingrained behav this story, that it might take fleeing to the
ior-nor of shielding their offspring from it. Moon and a Versed-like dmg to accomplish it.
To tell the story I wanted to tell, I needed I was using hyperbole there. I hope.)
three generations so I could show the effect Jerry Oltion
on each: the one that couldn't escape, the one
that escaped but with memories she'll have to Dear Stan,
deal with forever, and the one who might, if Excellent editorial aune 201 2) on "green"
she's lucky, escape completely. I don't see cities. When I read that issue, I shared many of
how I could have told that story without a the same feelings that you have expressed.
grandfather (or grandmother). More to the Perhaps the concentration of people in the
point, I don't see why I shouldn't have told cities will solve the population ("populution")
the one I did. problem. When -not if-a real disaster
Stereotypes exist because people fit the strikes, most of the city dwellers will not sur-
stereotypes. Not all people, of course, but vive.
enough to make a noticeable cluster in the Ken Young
population. There are an awful lot of bigots in Petrolia, CA •
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