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THE TIES THAT BIND by Wolter Miller, Jr. 4
THE GENIUS by Con Pederson 70
SHORT 'STORIES
PROMINENT AUTHOR by Philip K. Dick 27
"PERCHANCE TO DREAM" by Richard Stockham 42,
SKIN GAME by Charles E. Fritch 5'5:
FLY BY NIGHT by Arthur Dekker Savage 85
FORSYTE'S RETREAT by Winston Marks 96
DESCENT by Richard Matheson
FEATURES
109
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A CHAT WITH THE EDITOR 2
METHUSELAH'S GRANDPARENTS by James Blish 63
OUT OF THIS WORLD 41
SCIENCE BRIEFS 119
COVER PICTORIAL: Shuttle Ships for Moon Base
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f'Why does your brand sae drop wi' their whispering gardens to gape.at
blude, the splendor that marched aboye
Edward, Edward? them.
Why does your brand sae drop wi' There was fear, for no vessel out
blude, of space had crossed the skies of
And why sae sad gang ye, O?" Earth for countless generations,
"0 I hae kill'd my hawk sae gude, and the children of the planet had
Mither, mither; forgotten. The only memories that
o I hae kill'd my hawk sae gude, lingered were in the memnoscripts,
And I had nae mair but he, 0." and in the unconscious kulturver-
-ANONYMOUS laengerung, of the people. Because
of the latter half-memory, the peo-
ple knew, without knowing why,
HE HORDE of sleek ships
T arose in the west at twilight-
gleaming slivers that reflected the
that the slivers of light in the sky
were ships, but there was not even
a word in the language to name
dying sun as they lanced .acr.oss the them.
darkling heavens. A majestIc fleet The myriad voices of the planet,
of squadrons in double-vees, groups they cried, or whispered, or chat-
in staggered echelon, they crossed tered in awed voices under the
the sky like gleaming geese, and elms...
the children of Earth came out of The piping whine of a senile
5
6 WALTER MILLER, JR.
hag: "The ancient gods! The day A brief hush in the cabin as hos-
of the judging! Repent, repent..." tility flowed between them. There
The panting gasp of a frightened was only the hiss of air from the
fat man: "The alien! We're lost, ventilators, and the low' whine of
we're lost! We:ve got to run for the the flagship's drive units some-
hiUs!'~ where below.
The voice of the child: "See the The erect and elderly gentleman
pretty birdlights? See? See?" who sat behind the desk cleared
And a voice of wisdom in the his throat politely. "Have you any
councils of the clans: "The sons of further clarifications to make,
men-they've come home from the Meikl?" he asked.
Star Exodus. Our brothers." "It should be clear enough to all
The slivers of light, wave upon of you," the analyst retorted hotly.
wave, crept into the eclipse shadow He jerked his head toward the
as the twilight deepened and the misty crescent of Earth on the
stars stung through the blackening viewing screen that supplied most
shell of sky. When the moon rose, of the light in the small cabin.
the people watched again as the "You can see what they are, what
silhouette of a black double-vee of they've become. And you· know
darts slipped across the lunar disk. what we are."
Beneath the ground, in response The two wingsmen bristled
to the return of the ships, ancient slightly at the edge of contempt in
me.chanisms whirred to life, and the analyst's voice. The elderly
the tech guilds hu~ried to tend gentlemen behind the desk re-
them. On· Earth, there was a sus- mained impassive, expressionless.
penseful night, pregnant with the The analyst leaned forward with
dissimilar twins of hope and fear, a slow accusing glance that swept
laden with awe, hushed with the the faces of the three officers, then
expectancy of twenty thousand centered on his antagonist at the
years. The stargoers-they had other end of the desk. "You want
come home. to infect them, Thaiile?" he de-
manded.
('(Kulturverlaengerung!'~ grunted The wingsman darkened. His fist
the tense young man in the toga of exploded on the desktop. "Meikl,
an Analyst. He stood at one end of you're in contempt! Restrict your-
the desk, slightly flushed, staring self to answering questions!"
down at the haughty wing leader "Yes, sir."
who watched him icily from a seat "There will be no further
at the other end. He said it again, breaches of military etiquette dur-
too distinctly, as if the word were ing the continuance of this confer-
a club to hurl at the wingsman. ence," the elderly gentleman an-
"Kulturverlaengerung, that's why!" nounced icily, thus seizing the
"I heard you the first time, situation.
Meikl," the officer' snapped. After a moment's silence, he
"Watch your tongue and your turned to the analyst again. "We've
tone!" got to refuel," he said flatly. "In
THE TIES THAT BIND 7
order to refuel, we must land." unconscious."
"Yes, sir. But why not on Mars? "That's too bad," a wingsman
We can develop our own facilities growled sourly. "We'll wake it up,
for producing fuel. Why must it won't we?"
be Earth?" "Let's not be callous," the other
"Because there will be some ex- wingsman grunted in sarcasm.
isting facilities on Earth, even "Analyst Meikl has sensitivities."
though they're out of space. The The analyst stared from one. to
job would take five years on Mars." the other of them in growing con-
The analyst lowered his eyes, sternation, then looked pleadingly
shook his head wearily. "I'm think- at the baron. "Sir, I was summoned
ingof a billion earthlings. Aren't here to offer my opinions about
they worth considering, sir?" landing. on Earth. You asked about
"I've got to consider the men in possible cultural dangers. I've told
my command, Meikl. They've been you."
through hell. We all have." "You discussed the danger to
"The hell was our own making, earthlings."
baron." "Yes, sir."
"MeiklF' "I meant 'danger' to the person-
"Sorry, sir." nel of this fleet-to their~sprit,
Baron ven Klaeden paused omi- their indoctrination, their group-
nously, then: "Besides, Meikl, your efficiency. I take it you see none."
predictions of disaster rest on cer- "On the contrary, I see several,"
tain assumptions not known to be said the analyst, coming slowly. to
true. You assume that the recessive his feet, eyes flashing and darting
determinants still linger in the pres- among them. "Where. were you
ent inhabitants. Twenty thousand born, Wingman?" he asked the of-
years is a long time. Nearly a. thou- ficer at the oppisite end of the desk.
sand generations. I don't know a "Lichter Six, Satellite," the offi-
great deal about culturetics, but cer grunted after a moment of ir-
I've read that kulturverlaengerung ritable silence.
reaches a threshhold of extinction "And you?"
after about a dozen generations, if "Omega Thrush," said the other
there's no restimulation." wingsman.
"Only in laboratory cultures, All knew without asking that the
sir," sighed the analyst. "Under baron was born iri space, his birth-
rigid control to make certain place one of the planetoid city-
there's no restimulant. In practice, states of the Michea Dwarf. Meikl
in a planet-wide society, there's looked around at them, then
constant accidental restimulation, ripped up his own sleeve, un-
unconsciously occuring. A determi- sheathed his rank-dagger, and
nant gets restimulated, pops back pricked his forearm with the needle
to original intensity, and gets point. A red droplet appeared, and
passed on. In practice, a kult'laen- he wiped at it with a forefinger.
ger linkage never really dies out- "It's common stuff, "gentlemen.
although, it can stay recessive and We've shed a lot of it. And each
8 WALTER MILLER, JR.
are the chances of utilizing native He stared at her profile for a mo-
labor?" ment, as she watched the men in the
valley. Was she really that blind?
((And whatten penance will we dree Were all of them? Had they. no
for that, resistance at all to exploitation, or
Edward, Edward? any concept for it?
Whatten penance will ye dree for Meikl had learned as much as he
that? could of the socia-economic matrix
My dear son, now tell me, 0." of the static civilization of the pres-
"I'll set my feet in yonder boat, ent Earthlings. He had gone into
M ither, mither; their glades and gardens and seen
I'll set my feet in yonder boat, the patterns of their life, and he
And I'll tare over the sea, 0." wondered. Life was easy, life was
-ANONYMOUS gay, life was full of idle play. Some-
how, they seemed completely un-
aware of what they had done to the
Nature had won many bloody bat- pale eyes, hesitated. "There is a boy
tles; but Man had won the war. named Evon ..."
Now he lived in a green world that He nodded, lips tightening. Stop
seemed to offer up its fruits to him it, you fool, he told himself. You
with only a minimum of attention can't make love to her. You've got
from Man. Nature had learned to to leave with the rest of lhem.
survive in the presence of Man. Yet "But I don't really belong to
the natives seemed unaware of the him," she said, and reddened.
wonder of their Eden. There was "Letha, I ..."
peace, there was plenty. "Yes, Meikl."
This, he thought, could be the "Nothing. I'm lonely, I guess."
answer to their lack of resistance Her eyes wandered thoughtfully
in the face of what seemed to Meikl toward the ships. "Meikl, why will
to be sheer seizure and arrog-ant ex- you tell us nothing of space-how
ploitation by Baron ven Klaeden you've lived since the Exodus?"
and his high command. In a bount- "Weare an evil people."
eous world, there were no concepts "Not so."
of "exploitation" or "property She touched his arm, and looked
seizure" or "authoritarianism". The up at hilTI searchingly.
behaviour of the starmen appeared "What is it you wish to know?"
as strange, or fascinating, or laugh- "Why will you never return to
able, or shocking to such as the girl your home?"
who stood beside him on the hill- "To space-but we shall."
but not as aggressive nor imperious. "To the worlds of your birth, I
When a foreman issued an order, mean."
the workman accepted it as a polite He stiffened slightly, stared at
request for a favor, and did it as if her. "What makes you think we
for a friend. Fortunately, ven Klae- won't?" he asked, a little sharply.
den had possessed at least the good "Will you?"
sense to see to it that the individual So there were leaks after all, he
natives were well treated by the in- thought. After six months, many
dividual officers in charge of tasks. things would be communicated to
There had been few cases of inter- the natives, even under strictest se-
personal hostility between natives curity.
and starmen. The careful semantics "No," he admitted, "we can't go
of the invented sign-language ac- back to the worlds of our birth."
complished much in the way of "But why? Where are your wom-
avoiding conflicts, and the natives en and children?"
enthusiastically strived to please. He wanted to tell her, to see her
He glanced at the girl again, her turn and flee from him, to see the
dark hair whipping in the breeze. natives desert the project and keep
Lovely, he thought, and glanced to their forests until the ships de-
around to see that no one was near. parted. There had been a translator
"You belong to another, Letha?" set up between the Anglo-Germanic
he asked. and the present native tongue, and
She tossed him a quick look with he had fed it the word "war". The
20 WALTER MILLER, JR.
single word had brought five min- razed them and diseased them and
utes of incomprehensible gibberish interpested them and wrecked their
from the native tongue's output. civilizations, and revolutions re-
There was no concept to equate it duced the remains to barbarism. If
to. a ship landed on a former planet of
"There is blood on our hands," the empire, the crew would be
he grunted, and knew immediately lynched and murdered. Under ven
he had said too much. Klaeden, the ships of the Third
She continued to stare at the Fleet were going to seek out an al-
ships. "What are the metal tubes leged colony in Ursa, to sell ships,
that point from the front and the tools, and services to a minor tech-
sides of the ships, Meikl ?" nology that was approaching its
There was no word for "guns" or own space-going day, in return for
"weapons". immigration and nationalization
"They hurl death, Letha." rights-a young civilization full of
"How can 'death' be hurled?" chaotic expansion.
Meikl shook himself. He was say- "There is much you could not
ing too much. These are the chil- understand, Letha/' he told her.
dren of the past, he reminded him- "Our cultures are different. All so-
self, the same past that had begot- cieties go through three phases, and
ten the children of space. The same yours has passed through them all
traces of the ancient kulturver- -perhaps into a fourth and final."
laengerung would live in their "And yours, Meikl?"
neural patterns, however recessive "I don't know. First there is the
and subliminal. One thing he struggle to integrate in a hostile en-
knew: sometime during the twenty vironment. Then, after integration,
millenia since the Exodus, they had comes an explosive expansion of the
carefully rooted out the vestigial culture-conquest, a word un-
traces of strife in their culture. The known to you. Then a withering
records had been systematically cen- of the mother-culture, and the re-
sored and rewritten. They were un- bellious rise of young cultures."
aware of war and pogroms and per- "We were the mother-culture,
secution. History had forgotten. He Meikl?"
decided to explain to her in terms He nodded. "And the Exodus
of the substitute concepts of her was your birth-giving."
understanding. "Now we are old and withered,
"There were twelve worlds, Meikl?"
Letha, with the same Geoark. Five He looked around at the garden-
of them wished to break away and forests in the distance. A second
establish their separate Geoark. childhood? he wondered. Was there
There was a contention for proper- a fourth phase?-a final perpetual
ty." youth that would never reach an-
"Was it settled?" she asked inno- other puberty? He wondered. The
cently. coming of the sky-fleet might be a
He nodded slowly. cultural coitus, but could there be
It was settled, he thought. We conception?
THE TIES THAT BIND 21
Prominent Author
By Philip K. Dick
Illustrated by Paul Orban
would be safe." Henry Ellis stuck a big circular hoop that gleamed
his head into the living room brief- brightly in the mid-morning sun.
ly. "I found it. Hello, Mrs. Law- Ellis turned some controls at the
rence." base. The hoop changed color,
"Good morning," Dorothy Law- from silver to a shimmering red.
rence replied. "Mary was explain- "Here I go!" Ellis shouted. He
ing that you're still here." stepped briskly into the hoop. The
"Yes, I'm still here." Ellis hoop fluttered about him. There
straightened his tie, as the mirror was a faint pop. The glow died.
revolved slowly around him. "Any- "Good Heavens!" Mrs. Law-
thing you want me to pick up rence gasped. "He's gone!"
downtown, honey?" . "He's in downtown N'York,"
"No," Mary replied. "Nothing I Mary Ellis corrected.
can think of. I'll vid you at the "I wish my husband had a Jiffi-
office, if I remember something." scuttler. When they show up on
"Is it true," Mrs. Lawrence the market commercially maybe I
asked, "that as soon as you step can afford to get him one."
into it you're all the way down- "Oh, they're very handy," Mary
town?" Ellis agreed. "He's probably say-
"Well, almost all the way." ing hello to the boys right this
"A hundred and sixty miles! It's minute."
beyond belief. Why, it takes my
husband two and a half hours to
get his monojetthrough the com-
mercial lanes and down at the
parking lot and then walk all the
H ENRY ELLIS was in a sort of
tunnel. All around him a gray,
formless tube stretched out in both
way up to his office." directions, a sort of hazy sewerpipe.
"I know," Elli smuttered, grab- Framed in the opening behind
bin~ his hat and coat. "Used to him, he could see the faint outline
take me about that long. But no of his own house. His backporch
more." He kissed his wife goodbye. and yard, Mary standing on the
"So long. See you tonight. Nice to steps in her. red bra and slacks.
have seen you again, Mrs. Law- Mrs. Lawrence beside her in green-
rence." checkered shorts. The cedar tree
"Can I-watch?" Mrs. Law- and rows of petunias. A hill. The
rence asked hopefully. neat little houses of Cedar .Groves,
"Watch? Of course, of course." Pennsylvania. And in front of
Ellis hurried through the house, him-
out the back door and down the New York City. A wavering
steps into the yard. "Come along!" glimpse of the busy streetcorner in
he shouted impatiently. "I. don't front of his office. The great build-
want to be late. It's nine fifty-nine ing itself, a section of concrete and
and I have to be at my desk by glass and steel. People moving.
ten." Skyscrapers. Monojets landing in
Mrs. Lawrence hurried eagerly swarms. Aerial signs. Endless white-
after Ellis. In the back yard stood collar workers hurrying every-
30 PHILIP K. DICK
where, rushing to their offices. any Terran family could have Jiffi-
Ellis moved leisurely toward the scuttler hoops set up, one in the
New York end. He had taken the backyard-the other in Berlin, or
Jiffi-scuttler often enough to know Bermuda, or San Francisco, or
just exactly how many steps it was. Port Said. Anywhere in the world.
Five steps. Five steps along the Of course, there was one drawback.
wavery gray tunnel and he had The hoop had to be anchored in
gone a hundred and sixty miles. He one specific spot. You picked your
halted, glancing back. So far he destination and that was that.
had gone three steps. Ninety six But for an office worker, it was
miles. More than half way. perfect. Step in one end, step out
The fourth dimension was a the other. Five steps-a hundred
wonderful thing. and sixty miles. A hundred and
Ellis lit his pipe, leaning his sixty miles that had been a two
briefcase against his trouserleg and hour nightmare of grinding gears
groping in his coat pocket for his and sudden jolts, monojets cutting
tobacco. He still had thirty seconds in and out, speeders, reckless flyers,
to get to work. Plenty of time. The alert cops waiting to pounce, ulcers
pipelighter flared and he sucked in and bad tempers. It was all over
expertly. He snapped the lighter now. All over for him, at least, as
shut and restored it to his pocket. an employee of Terran Develop-
A wonderful thing, all right. The ment, the manufacturer of the Jiffi-
Jiffi-scuttler had already revolu- scuttler. And soon for everybody,
tionized society. It was now pos- when they were commercially on
3ible to go anywhere in the world the market.
instantly~ with no time lapse. And Ellis sighed. Time for work. He
without wading through endless could see Ed Hall racing up the
lanes of other monojets, also g-oing steps of the TD building two at a
places. The transportation problem time. Tony Franklin hurrying after
had been a major headache since him. Time to get moving. He bent
the middle of the twentieth cen- down and reached for his brief-
tury. Every year it took longer to case-
get to work. Every year more fam- It was then he saw them.
ilies moved from the cities out into
the country, adding numbers to the
already swollen swarms that
choked the roads and jetlanes. T thin,
HE WAVERY gray haze was
there. A sort of thin spot
But it was all solved, now. An where the shimmer wasn't so
infinite number of Jiffi-scuttlers strong. Just a bit beyond his foot
could be set up; there was no in- and past the corner of .his brief-
terference between them. The case.
Jiffi-scuttler bridged distances non- BeyonQ the thin spot were three
spacially, through another dimen- tiny figures. Just beyond the gray
sion of some kind (they hadn't ex- waver. Incredibly small men, no
plained that part too clearly .to larger than insects. Watching him
him). For a flat thousand credits with incredulous astonishment.
PROMINENT 'AUTHOR 31
Ellis gazed down intently, his the doors into the TD building.
briefcase forgotten. The three tiny "Get with it!"
men were equally dumbfounded. "Sure, sure." Ellis followed after
None of them stirred, the three tiny him automatically. Behind, the en-
figures, rigid with awe, Henry Ellis trance to the Jiffi-scuttler was a
bent. over, his Jnouth open, eyes vague circle above the pavement,
wide. like the ghost of a soapbubble.
A fourth little figure joined the Re hurried up the steps and in-
others. They all stood rooted to the side the offices of Terran Develop-
spot, eyes bulging. They had on ment, his mind already on the hard
some kind of robes. Brown robes day ahead.
and sandals. Strange, unTerran
costumes. Everything about them As they were locking up the of-
was unTerran. Their size, their fice and getting ready to go home,
oddly-colored dark faces, their Ellis stopped Coordinator Patrick
clothing-and their voices. Miller in his office. "Say, Mr. Mil-
Suddenly the tiny figures were ler. You're also in charge of the
shouting shrilly at each other, research end, aren't you?"
squeaking a strange gibberish. They "Yeah. So?"
had broken out of their freeze and "Let me ask you something. Just
now ran about in queer, frantic where does the Jiffi-scuttler go? It
circles. They raced with incredible must go somewhere."
speed, scampering like ants on a "It goes out of this continum
hot griddle. They raced jerkily, completely." Miller was impatient
their arms and legs pumping wild- to get home. "Into another dimen-
ly. And all the rime they squeaked sion."
in their shrill high-pitched voices. "I know that. But-where?"
Ellis found his briefcase. He Miller unfolded his breast-
picked it up slowly. The figures
pocket handkerchief rapidly and
watched in mixed wonder and ter-
spread it out on his desk. "Maybe
ror as the huge bag rose, only a
short distance from them. An idea I can explain it to you this way.
drifted through Ellis' brain. Good Suppose you're a two-dimensional
Lord-could they come into the creature and this handkerchief
Jiffi-scuttler, through the gray represents your-"
haze? "I've seen that a million times,"
But he had no time to find out. Ellis said, dissapointed. "That's
Re was already late, as it was. He merely an analogy, and I'm not in-
pulled away and hurried toward terested in an analogy. I want a
the New York end of the tunnel factual answer. Where does my
A second later he stepped out in Jiffi-scuttler go, between here and
the blinding sunlight, abruptly Cedar Groves?"
finding himself on the busy street- Miller laughed. "What the hell
corner in front of his office. do you care?"
"Hey, there, Hank!" Donald Ellis became abruptly guarded.
Potter shouted, as he raced through He shrugged indifferently. "Just
32 PHILIP K. DICK
curious. It certainly must go some- place. The place he had noticed:
place." They were still there. Still? It
Miller put his hand on Ellis' was a different bunch. This time
shoulder in a friendly big-brother ten or eleven of them. Men and
fashion. "Henry, old man, you just women and children. Standing to-
leave that up to us. Okay? We're gether, gazing up at him with awe
the designers, you're the consumer. and wonder. No more than a half
Your job is to use the 'scuttler, try inch high, each. Tiny distorted fig-
it out for us, report any defects or ures, shifting and changing shape
failures so when we put it on the oddly. Altering colors and hues.
market next year we'll be sure Ellis hurried on. The tiny fig-
there's nothing wrong with it." ures watched him go. A brief
"As a matter of fact-" Ellis glimpse of their microscopic aston-
began. ishment-and then he was stepping
"What is it?" out into his back yard.
Ellis clamped his sentence off. He clicked off the Jiffi-scuttler
"Nothing." He picked up his brief- and mounted the back steps. He
case. "Nothing at all. I'll see you entered his house, deep in thought.
tomorrow. Thanks, Mr~ Miller. "Hi," Mary cried, from the
Goodnight." kitchen. She rustled toward him· in
He hurried downstairs and out her hip-length mesh shirt, her arms
of the TD building. The faint out- out. "How was work today?"
line of his Jiffi-scuttler was visible "Fine."
in the fading late-afternoon sun- "Is anything wrong? You look-
light. The sky was already full of strange."
monojets taking off. Weary work- "No. No, nothing's wrong." Ellis
ers beginning their long trip back kissed his wife absently on the fore-
to their homes in the country. The head. "What's for dinner?"
endless commute. Ellis made his "Something choice. Siriusian
way to the hoop and stepped into nlole steak. One of your favorites.
it. Abruptly the bright sunlight Is that all right?"
dimmed and faded. "Sure." Ellis tossed his hat and
coat down on the chair. The chair
folded them up and put them
A GAIN he was in the wavery away. His thoughtful, preoccupied
ft gray tunnel. At the far end look still remained. "Fine, honey."
flashed a circle of green and white. "Are you ~ur~ there's nothing
Rolling green hills and his own wrong? You dldn t get into another
house. His backyard. The cedar argument with Pete Taylor, did
tree and flower beds. The town of you?"
Cedar Groves. "No. Of course not." Ellis shook
Two steps down the tunnel. Ellis his head in annoyance. "Every-
halted, bending over. He studied thing's all right, honey. Stop
the floor of the tunnel intently. He needling Ine."
studied the misty gray wall, where "Well, I hope so," Mary said,
it rose and flickered-and the thin with a sigh.
PROMINENT AUTHOR 33
~~~~
~ by Joseph C. Stacey
~ LISTED below (jumbled fashion) are ten names or terms pertaining
~ to the heavens or to heavenly bodies, together with a brief description
§ andlor explanation of each. Can you match up at least 7 of them correctly
§ for a passing score; 8-9 is good; 10 excellent. Answers on page 118.
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=:
1. PENUMBRA
2. POINTERS
(a) a collection of star-clusters and nebulae near
the south pole of the heavens, looking like a
piece of the Milky Way.
(b) a thunder or rain cloud.
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~. 3. APHElION (c) a margin of a shadow observed in an eclipse ~
~ within which the rays of light from an i1lumi- i
~ nating body are partly but not wholly inter- i
.~. cepted. '$
~ 4. PERIOD (d) a group of more than 400 stars, in the con- ~
§::.. stellation Taurus, 6 of which are visible to ~
:: the naked eye. $
~:: 5. PERSEUS (e) the edge of the disk of the moon or any other ~
heavenly body. ~
~ 6. PLEIADES (f) the sun. ~
~ 7. CUMULO (g) two stars (Alpha & Beta) in the constellation
'" NIMBUS Ursa Major, whose connecting line points near- ~
~ Jy to the North Star. ~
~".. 8. LIMB (h) the time pf revolution of a heavenly body i.
~ aboutits primary. -
- 9. MAGELLANIC (i) the name of a constellation. ~
~ CLOUDS ~
~ 10. HELlO (j) the point in the orbit (as of a planet) farthest ~
- from the sun.
If you wish to escape~ if you would go to far-
away places~ then go to sleep and dream. For
sometimes that is the only way . ..
"perchance to dream"
By Richard Stockham
Illustrated by Kelly Freas
ALL ALONG the line of ma- trouble shooter moved into the
1"1. chines, the men's hands and empty space.
arms worked like the legs of spiders The man stood for a moment,
spinning a web. They wound wire like a soldier at attention, turned
and hammered bolts, tied knots and and walked smartly toward the
welded pieces of steel and fitted mouth of a corridor.
gears. They did not look at each The silence was like a motion pic-
other or sing or whistle or talk· or ture with a dead sound track. There
laugh. was only motion-and him walking
And then-he made a mistake. down the line of machines where
Instantly he stepped back and a the hands reached out, working,
trouble shooter moved into his working.
place. The trouble shooter's hands In the corridor now, he looked
flew over the controls. straight ahead, marching. The
The trouble shooter finished and walls glowed like water beneath a
the workman took his place. His shallow sea.
arn1S moved ceaselessly again. He raised his arm, felt the door
He was a tall man, slim and wiry, strike and the heel of his hand; felt
his dress identical to that of the it swing open; saw the desk sus-
others-grey coveralls that fit like pended from the ceiling by lumin-
tights. ous, silver chains.
Suddenly a red light flashed in A man with a massive, white-
his eyes and he began to tremble. maned head and a pink, smiling
He took two steps backward. The face rose from behind the desk. His
43
44 RICHARD STOCKHAM
suit was like that of a generaL and buried. Then I know what I'm
"Well, Twenty-three." The looking for. I've got to find some-
Superfather stared down at the thing alive or I'll die too. So I start
dossier on his desk. "Two mistakes running around, in and out build-
in three months." Too bad. Just ings, up and down streets. But
when you were on your way to the there's nothing. I'm breathing so
head of the machine room." hard I think my heart's going to
"I don't know what's the matter burst. Finally I fall down. I feel
with me," said Twenty-three. myself beginning to die. I try to get
"I'm afraid we'll have to drop up but I can't! I try to yell! I've got
you back to a less responsible posi- no voice! I'm so afraid, I can't
tion." stand it! Then I wake up."
"Of course." The Superfather frowned. "In-
The Superfather looked up credible. Several other cases like
quickly. "You accept this? No de- yours have turned up in the last
pression? No threat of suicide? ... month. We're working on them.
You are in bad shape." He handed But yours is the worst yet. You had
a packet of cards to Twenty-three. such high capabilities. Your tests
"Put these in your dream machine showed, when you .first began to
tonight. Go to your new job tomor- work, ten years ago, that you were
row." capable of going to the head of your
Twenty-three stood motionless, production line. But you're not do-
staring over the other man's shoul- ing it. Also your normal dreams
der. should correspond to the ones on
The Superfather sat down. "Tell the cards. And they don't . . . Are
me about the dreams you have you using the standard cards· every
when you don't use the machine." other night?"
Twenty-three made a quick de- Twenty-three lied. "Yes."
cision. He couldn't tell him he "And the nights you don't use
didn't use the standard dream cards them, you have a dream like the one
anymore. And he certainly couldn't you just told me."
tell about the other dream cards "That's right."
he'd been getting from the little "Incredible." The Superfather
man he'd met on the street. He'd shook his head. "It just doesn't add
simply answer the factual truth to up. As you know, you get the pre-
the question that had been asked. scribed dreams every other night
"Well," he said, as though he and that's supposed to condition
were confessing a crime. "I dream your mind to dreaming those same
I'm walking in the city. It's dark. dreams, by itself, on the nights you
I feel like I've got to find some- don't use the machine. The pre-
thing. I don't know what. But the scribed dreams merely show you the
feeling's very strong. All of a sud- true way of life. And when you're
den I notice the city's empty. on your own you're supposed to
There're just buildings and streets follow that way of life whether
and a faint glow of light. And it you're asleep or awake. That's what
comes· to me -that everybody's dead ~the ~ dream m/achine is for. I'm
IIPERCHANCE TO DREAM" 45
sure you're aware of all this?" we'll simply have to send you to the
"Yes," said Twenty-three. "Yes." pre-frontal lobotomy men. You
"Now we Superfathers never wouldn't want that."
have to use the dream machines. "Oh no!"
We're so filled with the way of life "Good!" The Superfather held
they advocate and it's become such out another packet of cards. "Use
an integral part of us, we simply these tomorrow night. It's a con-
are what our prescribed dreams are. centration pattern which should be
And the more successful a person is dense enough to make you dream
in the city, the less he has to use the of being, well-perhaps even Presi-
dream machine. Now you have to dent, eh?"
use it every other night. That's en- "Yes." Twenty-three hesitated.
tirely too much for a man of your "Well?" said the Superfather.
potential. You realize this, of "I'd-like to ask a question."
course. The Superfather nodded.
"Oh I do," said twenty-three "What-what use," went on
shaking his head sadly. Twenty-three, "is all this-work
"Well now," said the Super- being put to-that we do-along
father, "that means something's the machine lines-every day? We
wrong. Very wrong." He rubbed don't, seem to really be making
his chin, thinking. "Your prescribed anything. Just working."
dreams show you working faster The Superfather's eyes narrowed.
and faster on the machines, going "You're kept busy. You get paid.
on month after month year after You live. The city is here. That's
year, with one hundred percent ac- all. That's enough."
curacy. They show you happy in "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
your work, driven by ambition on Twenty-three turned abruptly,
up to the end of your capabilities. marched to the door and stepped
They .show you contented there to into the empty, silent corridor.
the end of your working life." He
paused. "And you're doing just the
opposite . . . I suppose your wife is
-concerned?" T the
WENTY-THREE looked up at
glowing dome of the city
Twenty-three nodded. that curved away to the horizon.
"After all, the marriage center He wondered if there really was a
assured her your index was right white ball beyond it sometimes and
for her. Her sleep cards were co- tiny dots of light, set in blue black.
ordinated with yours. The normal And at other times did a ball of fire
dreams of both of you, without the flame up there, giving light and
machine, should be identical . . . heat and life? And if there was this
Yet you come up with this horror- life and light up there, why the
running through the city, alone, great dome over the city? Why the
falling, dying." factories and machine lines replac-
Twenty-three's mouth twitched. ing it section after section, genera-
"Well." The Superfather stood. tion after generation?The slabs
"If you can't adjust to normal, that the workers fused together this
46 RICHARD STOCKHAM
year and the next and the next, something outside that was sup-
pushing back this life and light and posed to be destructive because
heat. Why not let it pour down into once it had been so five thousand
the City and warm all the people? years ago or ten or fifty? All this be-
Why not go to the space out there cause that was the way it had been
and the depth and freedom? Why for as long as the hundreds and the
this great shell that closed them thousands of years that history had
away? For the sake of the Super- been recorded?
fathers maybe? And the Super- He walked on through the si-
fathers-plus? For the sake of the lence, dimly aware now of the peo-
ones, like himself maybe who ple moving about him, of the auto-
worked and built? For the sake of mobiles rolling past, as though
them, so they wouldn't become dan- moved by some invisible force. He
gerous maybe and tear the great passed row upon row of movie
wall down and rush out into what- theatres that called to him with in-
ever was beyond? Why else? visible vibrations. He turned away.
But it could be all a farce. They Where was the Iitde man?
could all be working in the great He stopped, moving only his eyes.
dome because they didn't know After a moment, he saw the little
what was beyond. Who could know man step out of a shop-front and
if they'd never been beyond? stand waiting. Twenty-three, a
And so they were held under the cigarette in his mouth, walked over
domes with the buildings and the and asked for a light. The little man
machines that carried them all touched a lighter to the cigarette,
around in the city; held with the at the same time dropping a packet
plumbing and the theatres and all of cards into Twenty-three's pocket.
the intricate mechanisms that spoke Twenty-three moved on. He felt
to them and fed them, that washed the pounding of his heart. If only
them and poured thoughts into his wife were asleep so he would not
their minds, that healed them when have to wait to look at these new
they were sick and rested them cards.
when they were tired. The same as As he walked, his thoughts cried
they were held with the great dome. out against the silence. He glanced
Held and shackeled with the re- suspiciously from side to side. If
placing of parts that didn't need only he could hear the sounds of
replacing; the making over and the city. But except for human
over again of the tiny and large voices and music, the city had al-
pieces of the mechanisms and the ways been silent. The human voices
taking of the old mechanisms and spoke only words written by the
the melting of them or smashing of Superfathers, and the music came
them to powder so that this dust from records that had been com-
or molten metal could be fashioned posed by them-all this back when
again and again into the same the city had first come into being.
pieces that they had been for so Other than these sounds there
many thousands of years. All this to could be only the quiet all around.
keep them busy? All this to keep No chugging motors or scraping
IIPERCHANCE TO DREAM II 47
footsteps. No crashing engines in lighted a cigarette. He should beg
the sky, or pounding of steel on her to stay, should promise to
stone. No shrieking of factory whis- change. But the silence was in him,
tles or clanging steeple bells or like a sickness.
honking automobile horns. None of "A terrible thing's happening to
this to pluck and pound at nerves, you. I don't want any part of it."
to suggest that this place was not She picked up the bags. "When you
the most soothing and gentle of all come to your senses, you know
places to be in. There were no where to reach me ... If I haven't
winds to swirl and moan away into already made another contract, I
the distance. The chirp of birds had might come back to you."
long since been stilled, and so had She hesitated at the door.
the patter of rain and the crash of "There's one thing I don't under-
thunder. There must not be any of stand. You haven't begged me to
these sounds either to lure the stay. You haven't broken down.
imagination into some distance You haven't threatened suicide."
where danger and excitement She paused. "It's standard proce-
might be waiting. dure, you know. It might even make
Now he was walking toward the me decide to wait awhile.
door of his apartment house. It "I don't want you to stay," he
swung open. Thirty seconds later said. He felt a shock of surprise. It
he stopped before another door. It was as though a voice had spoken
too swung open. from behind him.
His wife stood in the middle of He watched the door shut be-
the room, between two' traveling tween them.
bags. He moved slowly toward her
and stopped just out of ann's reach.
"What's this?" He gestured to-
ward the bags. Where're you go- D RESSED in his pajamas, he
stood beside the metal tube, in
ing?" which for so many years he had
She stared at him for a long mo- slept his regulation sleep and
ment, her face set. She was of his dreamed his regulation dreams.
height and build and wore a suit There was something of the finely
the same light grey as his. Their made casket about this tube-the
hair cuts were identical, their faces six foot length and three foot dia-
sharp featured and pale. They meter; the lid along its top and the
might have been brother and sis- dull shine of the metal and the
ter-or two brothers, or two sisters. quiet of it, as though it were asleep
"I'm going to the marriage cen- and lying in wait for a tired body
ter." to bring it awake so that it could
"What for?" He had tged to in- put the body to sleep and live in
ject surprise into his voice. But the the dreams it would give to the
tone was listless. sleeper.
I "The Superfather called about Beside his own tube stood its
your dream." twin, where his wife had also slept
Twenty-three turned away, and dreamed through the years.
48 RICHARD STOCKHAM
Leaning slightly forward, he felt the the downy softness and the body-
press of metal against his hip bones, like warm tho Then his hand
felt the tube roll an inch with his touched a pliable metal plate. That
weight. He rested one hand on the should not be there. He stood back,
metal top, felt its warmth and remembering the workmen who had
smoothness, was aware of its clean- come into the house that morning
ness, like that of a surgical instru- for the routine checkup of the
ment. tubes. His wife had already left for
Now he glanced at the glistening work and he had just stepped
black panel that stood two feet through the door when they had
high at the tube's head; quickly met him in the corridor. They had
checked its four illuminated dials gone on into the rooms and he had
and three gleaming arrows and at sensed vaguely that something was
the same time raised his hand to wrong. Then he had put the feeling
drop the cards into the softly glow- out of his mind and gone to his
ing slot at the panel's top. work.
Suddenly his hand stopped. Now suddenly, he turned to the
He bent forward. illuminated four inch square panel
What was this? A feeling of above the door, read April 15, 2563.
strangeness. Vague. Like sensing The workmen had checked a day
some subtle change in a picture that early. He frowned. Either the Su-
has hung for twenty years above the perfather had ordered the machine
fireplace in one's home. changed, which was highly improb-
He drew closer, squinting. The able, because every object in the
dials and meters seemed to be the city was· standardized and any
same as they had yesterday and the change would upset the established
day before and the year before. order, or the workmen were tied up
And yet? with the man who had given him
The dials. Larger? By a fraction? the different dream cards. . . . In
And the tiny gleaming arrows of any event he had to sleep in the
the meters. Barely longer? And the tube that night and he definitely
marks on the dials and meters? One wanted to dream the dreams on the
extra each, very faintly, like a piece cards he had just gotten from the
of hair. man on the corner.
He was very still for a long mo- He dropped the cards into the
ment. Then he moved around the slot at the top of the panel, climbed
foot of his own sleeping tube, into the tube and pressed a button.
pushed between the two and stood The top closed over him, like a
at the head of the other one. hand. He lay still, feeling the warm
He checked its dials and meters. clasp wash over his body. There
They were as they had been for was darkness and silence and a
many years. He stepped back to the cool motion of antiseptic air. He
panel of his own and pressed a but- could try the first dream. If it
ton. As· the glistening metal top wasn't right, he could shut it off
rose, silently, he ran his hand and. sleep without dreams.
around the yawning interior, felt He pressed another b~tton.
"PERCHANCE TO DREAM" 49
SKIN GAME
By Charles E. Fritch
Illustrated by Kelly Freas
night," the serpentman went on. stand there so apparently calm, in-
"But he could not shed properly, stead of letting out a shriek and
so-" running as fast as he could for the
Sheckly felt his blood turn to rocket ship. He decided it was
ice. some sort of paralysis, the shock
"-so we helped him." of finding himself in the middle of
"You what?" something so alien his mind told
"We helped him out of his skin," him it couldn't possibly be.
the serpentman went on calmly.
"We try to help those who are
friends with us. Your friend had NEES WOBBLING, Sheckly
trouble getting his skin off, but
with our help-"
K went to the door and out into
the morning. That he had gotten
"No!" the Earthling cried, try- that far surprised him pleasantly.
ing to reject the thought. The tall rocket ship was in a clear-
The full realization of what had ing several yards beyond the edge
happened struck him at once. De- of the village. He headed for it.
spite himself, he could picture He thought of running, but his
Harding struggling, trying to con- legs felt like rubber, his blood like
vince these creatures that Earth- ice. He walked past the pile of
lings don't shed their skins. His drying skins on the ground with-
struggles must have convinced them out looking at them, and he was
only that he was having trouble followed by the interpreter and
shedding, so they "helped him." several others whom the serpent-
They had come to skin the natives, man had motioned to join them.
but the reverse was happening- Except for their swords, they had
only literally. no weapons, he noticed. Poor Hard-
"Where-where is he?" he asked ing, he thought, and wondered if
finally, though he knew it didn't the Earthling's skin were some-
really matter. where in the pile; he feIt sick,
"We will take you to him," the thinking about it.
interpreter said. "You'd better stay outside the
"No," Sheckly cried. "No, 1- ship," he suggested testily. "I'll
I'd rather not." lower the equipment to you."
The serpentman nodded. "As "I will go aboard with you," the
you wish. He does not look pretty. serpentman said.
I hope that tonight you do not "But-"
have as much trouble." "I will go aboard with you."
Sheckly's eyes went wide. "What Sheckly shrugged, but he hardly
do you mean?" felt complacent. He felt as though
"In your shedding," the serpent- a giant icy hand held onto his
man explained. "We will try to spine with a firm paralyzing grip.
help you all we can, of course." He trembled visibly. Got to think,
"Of course," the Earthling he told himself desperately, got to
agreed weakly, licking cottony l!ps. plan this out. But fear jumbled
He wondered how he could Just his thoughts, and he could only
62 CHARLES E. FRITCH
think of Harding back in the vil- "That's the way we planned it,"
lage minus his skin, and of what the Patrolman smiled. "I must com-
was going to happen that night if pliment our native friends on their
all went as these creatures planned. fine acting. Your pal took off like
The second thought .was the a scared rabbit."
more terrifying, and when they "Yeah," Harding grimaced,
were within a hundred feet of the clenching his fists as though wish-
rocket ship, Sheckly broke into a ing he had someone's neck in them.
frantic run. "Don't blame your friend too
"Stop," the interpreter cried. much," the Patrolman advised.
Sheckly had no intentions of "Whether you realize it or not, the
stopping. His glands told him to fact that you were consciously
run, and he ran. He ran as fast avoiding our schedules caused you
as he could and didn't look back. to follow a pattern in your visits
He imagined the serpentInan was to these outerspace planets; we just
on his heels, knife poised, and he figured a bit ahead of you and
ran even faster. He reached the posted hidden patrols on all the
rocket ship and went up the lad- inhabited planets in this sector,
der, scrambling, missing his foot- knowing that sooner or later you'd
hold, pulling himself up with land on one of them. We spotted
clutching hands. He threw himself your ship last night and hurried
through the airlock and slammed over by 'copter so we wouldn't be
the massive door behind him. seen."
He ran through the metal cor- "Forget the synopsis," Harding
ridors to the control room. They growled. "You walked in when
must be on the ladder, he thought, these blasted lizards were making
prying at the airlock with their believe they were going to skin me
metal swords. He pressed switches, alive. They didn't have to act so
slammed down on the throttle, and realistic about it."
the sweet music of the rockets came "You're wrong about one thing,"
and pressed him into his seat. the Patrolman said. "The act didn't
He looked down at the planet start until after we arrived to di-
dwindling into space below him rect it."
and he laughed hysterically, think- Harding looked at him, puzzled.
ing of the narrow escape he'd had. "What do you mean by that?"
No more planets for him, no more "We arrived, as the books say,
trying to skin anyone. just in time," the Patrolman told
him. "They weTen't making be-
lieve." He offered a bowl of fruit
HERE IT goes," the Space Pa- to his prisoner. "We'll be here for
T trolman said, watching the rocket
rise.
another hour yet. Eat something."
Weakly, Harding shook his head
Harding trembled with helpless no. He sat down, suddenly pale at
rager- "That blasted fool Sheckly'll what the officer had said.
lead you right to the money, too," He didn't feel very hungry.
he complained. • • • THE END
The" average- age of America's population is
going up, people are living longer . .. Here's a
fascinating and enlightening article that tells
how and explains why modern medicine might
well make our grandchildren centurians.
METHUSELAH'S
GRANDPARENTS
By James Blish
was produced, in the hope of find- It kills the bacteria causing about
ing a new one with a broad spec- 25 different human diseases, in-
trum of anti-bacterial activity. Un- cluding boils and wound infections,
happily, nothing much better than tonsillitis, scarlet fever, erysipelas,
sulfadiazine was ever turned up. pneumonia, diphtheria, tetanus,
And as a group, the sulfas have gas gangrene, anthrax, most forms
several important deficiencies. For of meningitis, gonorrhea, syphilis,
one, they are effective only against trench mouth, and numerous heart,
the Gram-negative group of bac- bone and tissue infections. Further-
teria( about half of all known bac- more, penicillin is a remarkably
teria belong to this group). Sec- safe drug, though some people do
ondly, many organisms initially become sensitive to it in time (just
sensitive to the sulfa drugs develop as some people become sensitive to
resistant strain~, very much like ragweed or tomatoes). Like the
flies becoming resistant to DDT. sulfa drugs,· too, penicillin is now
Finally, the sulfas have no effect produced in staggering quantities,
against non-bacterial diseases, of so that its price to the patient is
which there is a very long- roster, low.
including virus diseases like flu, The introduction of the sulfa
protozoan disease like malaria, drugs caused a sharp dip in the
mold diseases like lumpy jaw, etc. death rates from diseases caused by
To find a more effective anti- Gram-negative bacteria. Penicillin
bacterial substance, research had to turned that dip into a roller-coaster
go back to the living world itself- dive, by adding many Gram-posi-
to the antibiotics. These are chemi- tive organisms to the list.
cals which are secreted by bacteria But penicillin, too, is limited in
and molds themselves, presumably its effectiveness to the Gram-posi-
to suppress competition from other tive bacteria, although it attacks a
organisms (although this assump- few Gram-negative species as well.
tion, reasonable though it sounds, A drug that attacks 25 diseases can
hasn't yet been proven). The best properly be described as a wonder
known antibiotic was also the first drug, but the roster of human ills
important one to be discovered, is much longer than that, and it
penicillin, a drug secreted by a includes some of the world's worst
mold which is often found on killers-including malaria and tu-
bread. Mass production of this berculosis.
anti-biotic resulted from the pres- Once it was understood, how-
sures exerted by World War II, ever, that almost any micro-organ-
though it had been discovered by ism in nature might be producing
Six Alexander Fleming twenty a better antibiotic than penicillin,
years earlier. the search was on. There are now
over three hundred known anti-
biotics; This is not to say that they
ENICILLIN certainly comes a
P lot. closer to being Ehrlich's
master drug than did the sulfas.
are all better than penicillin-far
from it. Many of them are rela-
tively narrower in range and weak-
66 JAMES BLISH
er in effect; many, too, are highly rect action against TB.
poisonous in themselves to human There are now a number of
beings. other available antibiotics which
Nevertheless, there are some out- attack the tuberculosis germ, of
standing new antibiotics on the list. which viomycin appears to be the
A chemical compound called tetra- most promising. A synthetic chem-
cycline has turned out to be par- ical called isoniazid (chemically,
ticularly promising: two forms of isonicotinic acid hydrazide) also
it, called terramycin and aureomy- has proved to be a powerful weap-
(lin, are each effective against more on. But streptomycin is still our
:than eighty human diseases. (The most important agent against the
ailments attacked by terramycin White Plague.
are about the same as those hit by A number of other antibiotics
aureomycin, with a few exceptions; have proven useful enough against
of the two, terramycin appears to special types of infections to make
be a little better tolerated by the their names more or less familiar
patient, but the difference is not -tyrothricin, bacitracin, polymyx-
great.) Both known forms of tetra- in are examples. Most of them,
cycline are produced by molds. however, are rather tricky to
Also produced by a mold-as well handle.
as synthetically now-is chloram-
phenicol (Chloromycetin), another
broad-spectrum anti-biotic. This
one has a nasty habit of upsetting
some people's red blood cell pro-
I T WOULD SEEM, then, that
with the advent of the anti-
biotics-a form of treatment now
duction, but it is also the most little more than a decade old in
powerful of all known drugs general practice-we should have
against typhoid fever. the infectious diseases on the run.
There are also quite a few anti- The statistics bear out this conclu-
biotics which are important for sion. In all countries where mod-
their action against only a single ern medical treatment is widely
disease, or against a relatively nar- available, and where reasonable
row spectrum. Chief among these sanitary practices are being fol-
is streptornycin, which like the sulfa lowed, the yearly death rate per
drugs acts against Gram-negative thousand persons is now tobaggan-
organisms only (and hence is often ing, almost entirely because of the
combined with penicillin to get a decreasing seriousness of germ dis-
broad-range effect). This activity, eases. Furthermore, the proportion
however, is of minor importance, of older people in the population is
partly because streptomycin is rising, because fewer and fewer
rather toxic to use routinely. But citizens are being carried off by
streptomycin also hits a single some bacterium or virus before
Gram-positive germ, and one of reaching the judicious years. (Yes,
tremendous significance: M yco- modem antibiotics such as terra-
bacterium tuberculosis. It was the mycin attack viruses too.)
first drug in history to show a di- Is it reasonable to extrapolate
METHUSELAHJS GRANDPARENTS 67
this trend right down to the bot- most versatile. Not a single drug
tom, to the point where all infec- which has so far been found to at-
tious diseases have been wiped out? tack this organism has failed also
It is a hard fact of medicine that to turn up a strain of the germ in-
no therapy ever wipes out a disease. different to the drug, but still ca-
The reason is that a disease is not pable of causing the disease. In-
a solid object . like a passenger deed, some strains of M. tubercu-
pigeon, which we can cause to be- losis have now emerged which
come extinct by sufficient gunfire. can't get along without streptomy-
It is actually a fiction, an assem- cin. Combinations of drugs some-
blage of symptoms, laboratory tests, times can eradicate these resistant
and so on to which we have given strains, if the combination is the
a name-and what that name de- first therapy to be given the patient.
scribes is what happens when some If the drugs are given one at a
specific germ invades a human time, strains emerge which are re-
being. sistant to all of them.
For instance: tetanus, or lock- Resistance to streptomycin usual-
jaw, is a disease which is caused ly appears in a single huge bound
by the entrance of a certain bac- -within one bacterial generation.
terium into the body. Once that Resistance to penicillin emerges
bacterium begins to multiply and gradually and over a long period,
the symptoms appear, we can in- but it is equally definite. This holds
ject penicillin into the patient and true also for the broad-spectrum
kill off the germs. Until the symp- antibiotics. And the number of re-
toms appear, however, we don't sistant strains is sharply on the in-
even know the germs have gotten crease, as you would expect. Hos-
in. In addition, the patient himself pitals all over the world report that
picked up the germs from the soil, their sensitivity tests now show
which harbors innumerable billions nearly 40% of all strains of staphy-
more germs just like the ones that lococci-to choose a single ex-
made the patient sick. The tetanus ample-are now resistant to peni-
germ gets along very. nicely in the cillin, as compared to a normal rate
soil, thank you, and doubtless al- of about 2%. And this rate is still
ways will-and will always be lying going up.*
in wait for the next patient, no
matter how quickly we can kill it *To a considerable extent, this
once the patient lets us know that rise in resistance is due to down-
he's sick. right abuse of these powerful drugs.
In short, we can cure diseases, Many doctors, especially in the
but we cannot wipe them out-at United States, prescribe penicillin
least, not in the foreseeable future. or even more powerful antibiotics
In. addition, many bacteria tend for conditions in which they are of
to develop resistance to antibiotics. no use, such as the common cold.
In this respect, as we. mentioned in In many states, trochees or throat
passing before, the organism which pastilles containing antibiotics are
causes tuberculosis. is one of the so.ld over the counter, without "a
68 JAMES BLISH
It seems unlikely, therefore,that clock by our heredit')1 at the mo-
we are going to find the time or ment when we are conceived, and
energy to embark on a program of that we are going to run down at
eliminating disease bacteria from the predetermined time no matter
the soil, the air, the sea, and the what the state of our health-pro-
rest of the earth. Weare going to viding, of course, that we've man-
be kept pretty busy finding new aged to jump out of the way of
antibiotics just to keep up with the passing germs and hot-rods until
rising resistance-rates against the that time comes. Readers who re-
older ones. As a matter of fact, member Heinlein's M ethuselah~s
there are already two new anti- Children will not need to be re-
biotics (carbomycin and erythro- minded that the best way to live to
mycin) on the market which vir- be a hundred is to pick your grand-
tually duplicate the anti-bacterial parents very carefully. That still
activity of penicillin, for use in seems to hold true, and probably
penicillin-resistant cases-and I will continue to hold true for many
have already seen reports of cases years.
resistant to them, too, for they're The picture, however, may not
already being over-prescribed. be entirely hopeless; we may never-
theless manage to be, if not Methu-
selah's children, at least his grand-
NOTHER FACT of medicine parents. Whether or not a man
A standing in the way of lon-
gevity, and one which laymen
who dies of lung cancer or a heart
attack at the age of 90 can reason-
usually find hard to take, can be ably be described as "healthy" is
stated simply this way: Healthy open to some question. The various
people also die. While it is per- degenerative changes which go on
fectly true that many more peo- in our bodies as we grow older
ple these days are living out their do not seem to be caused by any
threescore-and-ten, there is no evi- infection, but in most other re-
dence at all that the number of spects they do resemble diseases as
people surviving beyond 70 or 80 we commonly understand that
years is increasing. We have simply term, and they may eventually be
made it possible for more people amenable to treatment. The out-
to grow old-but they do grow old. look for some of them, hardening
Indeed, it is now a very widely of the arteries in particular, is con-
accepted hypothesis in theoretical siderably brighter now than it was
medicine that we are "set" like a as little as five years ago, and even
the cancer picture is beginning to
prescription~ for people to suck on show signs of coming clearer.
whenever they feel a little hoarse. Whether or not a man with no
Both practices boom the selecting- infectious diseases and no degen-
out of resistant strains and speed erative diseases would topple over
the day when the antibiotics in- like a felled tree when his heredi-
volved are going to be as useless as tary clock runs down still remains
Peruna. to .be seen, but the proposition
METHUSELAH'S GRANDPARENTS 69
stated in those terms sounds unlike- we will probably have a clear-cut
ly, perhaps even a mite mystical. answer before this century is over,
If our "clock" is "set" at all, it is for medical research is now concen-
likely to be set by a hereditary sus- trating heavily on the degenerative
ceptibility to some degenerative diseases, and has already made
change. If that change can be pre- progress against them at least as
vented or arrested, there is no vis- spectacular as that made against
ible reason why the patient should the infectious diseases during the
nevertheless die. first years of the Decade of Anti-
(Right at the moment, let me add biotics.
hastily, we do not know how to ar- As matters stand now, the prob-
rest a single one of these changes, lem of prolonging life indefinitely
let alone prevent them. Further- is enormously complex, but it is not
more, some of the fragilities of old necessarily insoluble. The attain-
age are due, not to changes, but to ment of the target we set up at the
the running-down of normal physi- beginning of this article, a life
cal functions, such as the renewal twice as long as the present expec-
of bone-building cells. How we tation, is probably possible, and
might go about restarting those de- possibly probable.
funct operations is also unknown On the other hand, it is safe to
now.) say that nobody is going to live for-
Let's suppose, then, that at some ever, not even "barring accidents".
time in the future we can protect Mter all, one can't bar accidents,
the average human being from for it is in the nature of an acci-
both kinds of disease-the degen- dent to be accidental, and hence
erative and the infectious. How immune to foreplanning; however
long would it be possible for him to carefully you may drive your car,
live under such near-ideal circum- some drunk may kill you in a split
stances? second by failing to behave as sane-
We have no real information, ly as you do. And in the longview,
but we've seen some suggestive bits there is no such thing as "forever"
of data. We have records of people for human beings, whose ultimate
who have passed the century mark possible life-spans are limited to the
under today's far-from-ideal con- life-span of the universe they live
ditions. At death, these people were in. All the present evidence seems
old~' their bodies showed the marks to indicate that the universe itself
of half a hundred irreversible de- isn't going to last forever, and out-
generative changes, the scars of living the universe would at the
many an infection; their minds very best be pretty dull. It is far
often were nearly as gone as their more likely to be fatal.
teeth. How long might they have Most of us, I think, would settle
lived had all these changes and in- for an extra thousand years or so.
fections been prevented? It's even possible that we'll get
Again, we just don't know. Bar- them-or that our grandchildren
ring a third World War, however, will.
Sethos was a great artist, a talented man, quite
possibly the most famous man of his time and
world. But, alas!-there were other worlds. And
is not the grass always greener . .. ?
THE GENIUS
By Con Pederson
Illustrated by Paul Orban
pointing back. So that was the next Sethos seated himself in a con-
trick! Helpful, hinting. . . He saw tour chair in the center of the softly
another, showing the way home. lighted office. From behind a curv-
He grew angry. It'll be a battle ing desk, the brain of a slender
of nerves. They'll get nicer and metal cylinder observed the young
nicer to me, until 1 can't stand it man before it, checked by radio
any more. with five Mr. Tenths in the space
He concentrated on the lights, of three and one fifth seconds as to
watching them pass one by one. the incident's details. Then Mr.
That helped. Third folded his plastic arms and
"Please note your return route." studied the short brown hair and
He wondered if they had. missed dark eyes, the lean face and straight
him at the party. nose. Human features· always fasci-
"There is an autocar at your nated him.
service." "I'm the human coordinator,
They would be preparing to eat Sethos. You know why you're here,
the midnight meal, now, he remem- don't you?"
bered. The foodmakers would Sethos nodded.
emerge from the kitchens and steal "Everyone learns that some-
the show in their performance of time," Mr. Third remarked. "In a
taste appeal, warm odors, rare certain number of births there is a
dishes. . . percentage who are of higher in-
"You are heading due west, on telligence. These· are the restless
Street 751 West, at a speed of ones whom we cannot discourage
three and six tenths miles per developmentally as easily as the
hour." others. They usually have to re·
It seemed cold. The mechanoids quest therapy to adjust. So your
did not have thermostat stations, case is not new."
for they did not need them. He Sethos lit a cigarette. He knew
shivered slightly. the story, but coming from a third
. - "You are now two·· miles ftom level· prime mechanoid it was all
zone~·.The. time is eleven-forty-five the more impressive.
78 CON PEDERSON
"All right, I'm inquisitive. Why is impenetrable. All individuals are
must we have therapy? Why do we their allotted part of the entirety,
have to stay in our zone?" no more, no less. It is beautiful con-
Mr. Third paused. He recog- cept, you'll agree ?"
nized challenge in the young man "You must get terribly bored,"
before him, and tried to estimate Sethos said humorlessly.
his will power. "That word has no meaning for
"Did you know that there was us. Now-do you request therapy?"
on the earth, long ago, lower forms Sethos was startled. He had ex-
of life called animals? And that pected the question, and knew
man once specified these and con- there was little point in refusing.
tained them in cages, from which Yet he hesitated. The desire to
they were denied exit?" learn was strong.
"I have read of their place in our Before he could reply, a door
biological evolution, but of course opened and another mechanoid
they are before the time of rec- rolled in.
ords." "You didn't whistle, Mr. First,"
"Well, we know very little about said Mr. Third to the newcomer.
this practice or its use, but it's "Something on your mind?"
similar to what we have here, I be- Sethos noted that they spoke
lieve. We mechanoids are not con- aloud for his benefit. He inhaled
cerned with history, having only reflectively of his cigarette.
one structural law which was built "A mutual friend of ours is
into us by your ancestors, and it here," said the first level prime.
cannot be superseded. We must "The one we've been expect-
preserve man in the state he ex- ing?" asked Mr. Third.
isted when we were created. We "That's right. I see you have a
cannot impede his activities-un- young fellow here-out walking?"
less they peril his stability, which Sethos nodded, wondering what
we maintain precisely, as you know. visitor they could have. Perhaps a
It is impossible, you see, for us to mechanoid from another continent
allow man to change or expand. -but still such a mechanoid would
We have fulfilled that obligation, be in perpetual contact anyway.
and continue to fulfill it. There are "Good-come along. It'll save
no alternatives whatever." the gentleman some time. He's
"I c~n't see what they had in looking for this sort of thing."
mind when they made you that "Save him some time! He's in a
way. It sounds insane." hurry?" interrupted Sethos.
"Don't ask why-that is no "For this man, time is very im-
longer important. We cannot ques- portant," said Mr. First gravely.
tion what is fundamental to all our "Where is he now?" asked
operations, the factor present in Third.
every formula we must work. Our "In my office, studying the vo-
mechanoid civilization is gigantic, cabulary. Shall we go over?"
by your standards, but it is flawless. More curious than ever, Sethos
Once set in motion, such a system followed the mechanoids down the
THE GENIUS 79
corridor to a slide. Holding the sent the height of human develop-
rail, he felt the car surge through ment. Which meant they were
its shaft at a tremendous speed. necessary to going on, reaching the
stars...
"You mean, if humans could
T level
HEY EMERGED into the first
office. Two other first level
work with mechanoids, we could
even travel to other worlds and
mechanoids sat reading formulated spread throughout the universe?"
material, while near the center "He's getting close to the- 'mat-
stood a tall man, his eyes on a page ter masters matter' principle,"
of printed matter in his hands. He mused Mr. Third. "It's growth
had no hair, and wore only a sim- through extension, Sethos, a uni-
ple gray cloak over a white, loose- versal. Not just 'human'-man
fitting one-piece suit. Sethos re- isn't alone in the universe."
garded his graceful appearance Sethos did not understand. But
and sophisticated demeanor. another thought struck him.
"Hello," he said, looking up. "I "Just a moment, HoI. I've never
am Hol." seen you before. Where are you
Sethos nodded cautiously. "My from?"
name is Sethos." "From Antares System. I am an
-For a moment, HoI looked at the ethnographer, making a survey of
two Mr. Firsts reading, then at the the planets of man's early history."
one standing. There seemed to be Sethos was stunned.
some sort of communication be- "You-you are from out in
tween them. Then he spoke again. space? From the stars?"
"Are you discontented with your "That is correct. Man lives
culture?" everywhere in the universe. But as
"Of course. I don't believe man's Mr. Third said, that may be mis-
curiosity should be restricted." . leading."
"I see. What do you propose in Sethos disregarded the comment.
this cas.e?" It didn't matter if he were alone
Sethos was perplexed. He had or not, at least he was there-man
not dreamed of a possible solution. in the universe!
But perhaps there was one! "I have completed a section of
"I don't know. If mechanoid my work here. It is necessary to
control could be removed, I think speak with the first level alone, if
humans would expand over all the possible," said HoI.
planet. Then they could progress "Of course," said Mr. Third.
by themselves." _ "Sethos, there is a vehicle in the
"Do you think they can?" hall. Will you return home until
"What do you mean?" you wish to contact us about ther-
"Do you think humans can pro- apy? You have cleaI'ance to come
gress further-without mecha- in directly when you decide."
noids?" "Yes-yes, certainly."
Further-so that was it. The In his shock he was barely con-
creation of mechanoids mustrepre- scious of _ an autocar hurtling
80 CON PEDERSON
through the dark streets, the fa- ready own the universe. . ."
miliar trees of West Park looming "Of course. But I must say I
above him. Then, once more he don't know what we want with it
saw the lights at Matya's, heard all. Won't you join us now? Say,
the noise and laughter. Ela has been looking for you."
Stepping from the autocar, "Ela? Yes, Ela. I want to see
Sethosfelt the night breeze on his Ela. . ."
face. He looked upward at the sky, She came down the walk, and·
saw the stars like fierce eyes that took him by the hands.
had been watching all along. The "There you are, you elusive boy!
revelation was too much to take, I want to go home now. I simply
he thought. Suddenly Earth it- have to adjust my crystals or they'll
self, so vastly greater than the small overflow the bedroom. Oh, Matya!
reservation of men, and short hours Thank you for a splendid time. I'll
ago a veritable infinity, seemed tiny be having you over next week,
and insignificant. don't forget."
"Why, Sethos! Where have you Then they were down from the
been?" hill and in the park, and the party
I t was Paton's voice. The old flowed on behind them, forgetting.
man stood alone on the path.
"Paton, you couldn't guess what
has happened. It's incredible!" THEY WERE home again, and
"Come up and get a drink, boy. Ela hurried off to add nutrients
You look exhausted. I was alarmed to the huge crystal sculpture that
when I found you'd left." was growing in the bedroom. It
Sethos took his arm and faced glowed and vibrated ·in every color
him squarely. of the spectrum, and strange tex-
"Paton-I left the zone, and was tures developed at those edges
taken to Mr. First's office. And do where Ela hovered with a glass
you know who I met? I met a man dropper and her chemicals, touch-
from the stars! Think of it! A man ing, wiping, smoothing. . .
from other worlds, Paton. Do you "Oh, it nearly got away from me
realize that human beings have over here. I must get these reds to
already traveled those fantastic dis- balance, or the whole thing will
tances, long ago? They must have never refract properly at all. Did
forgotten about us on Earth!" you know, Seth-they want to
"Why, that is amazing. It just erect it in Central Plaza when I'm
goes to show you, there's nothing finished! Isn't that wonderful?"
new under the sun. Come along, Her pleased face sparkled as she
and get that drink. I found some worked.
exquisite wine." Sethos sat on the bed, folding
Sethos stopped. I-lis hand slipped his hands in his lap. Still stunned
from Paton's arm. by Paton's reaction, he gazed ab-
"Paton... Did you hear what I sently at the floor.
said? Didn't it penetrate? I said "Ela, I met a man tonight. He
man has reached the stars! We al- is a very important man. H
THE GENIUS 81
"Yes, there were so many dolls one has dreamed of before and you
there. I only wish I had met An· fuss about your crystals! Don't you
dian again. He'd be so jealous if ever get sick of this little cage?
he knew I was acclaimed for exhi· Don't you ever feel like getting out
bition in the Plaza." a.nd running away?"
"I don't mean at the party." "Cage?"
Ela turned. "Really, dear? "I'm telling you the earth can be
Whcre was he?" ours! People can live like mecha-
"In the office of Mr. First. He noids if they'll only wake up and
wanted to talk to Inc." stop their childish play!"
"You went outside zone? What- "But why, dear?"
ever for?" "H1hy? We were meant to, that's
Sethos rose and took her shoul- why. Because we've already done
ders firmly in his hands. it, or someone has. But we're still
"This man is from another here, left behind. We've got to
planet, Ela. He told me that peo- catch up!"
ple live all over the universe!"- "How silly." She returned to her
"You don't say!" chemicals.
"They left the earth a long time Sethos felt a burning rage seize
ago. They've traveled between the him. This woman he had loved-
stars for centuries and centuries!" she was only a shell, a stick of
"That's wonderful, dear. Help wood, with no ideas of her own-
me with tlus pot of dye, will you, no curiosity. Nothing! And she
Seth?" didn't have the faintest notion
Sethos drew back, unbelieving. what he was talking about. She
"Ela. . . The stars are trillions of didn't care!
miles apart. Men haye learned to Furious, he grasped a heavy
fly between them somehow!" bronze ash tray and hurled it, hard
"It's breathtaking. The dye?" ~ he could, into the mass of shin·
"Quintillions, some of them! ing crystal that filled the room.
Think of it, Ela!" Sethos was shak- With an explosive rainbow of color
ing with agitation. and a reverberating crash, it col-
"Dearest," said Ela, moving lapsed under the heavy blow into
away from him, "do you think we a million tiny fragments.
might move closer to Center after He stood, glaring at the scattered
my Plaza crystal is finished? I'd shards, waiting for Ela to leap at
like to be able to look out and see him, screaming and clawing him
it every morning in the sun..." for the ruin he had made of her
She wasn't listening! She didn't masterpiece.
care! But ~he only smiled weakly, and
"Ela. Ela, love-listen to me! shrugged.
What's wrong with you? Can't you "Dear, that was very irrational.
see?n His voice shrank to a whisper. I think you had better request
She smiled tolerantly. "Of therapy one of these days. Now I
course, dear." shall have to start all over again.
"I'm telling you something no But don't fret, sweet. I had a much
82 CON PEDERSON
better idea anyway. I can get sen- HoI.
sational results using fluorides." "I had to see you," Sethos began
She wouldn't fight him-she hastily, not expecting to encounter
couldn't think of such an act, two men.
raised in a world where coercion "I see. This is Bek, a field ob-
and violence did not exist. She server. He was at your party last
didn't care about anything! night."
Calm now, he knew what to do. Sethos remembered the stranger
Striding swiftly from the house, he he had taken for a spying appren-
went straight to the vehicle space. tice on the hillside. He felt em-
He got into an autocar and barrassed, but brushed it aside.
slammed the door. "I ... want you to take me with
"Direction, please." you."
"Contact Dispatching. Ask for HoI looked at his companion.
permission to go directly to first "I don't fit here," Sethos went
level primary. Tell them it's on. "Mr. Third himself said I'm
Sethos." more intelligent than the others-
Pause. "Permission granted." I'm the only one who knows what
your visit means. I want to go
where people are interested in
C OME IN, Sethos. What can I
do for you?" .
learning and progress. If I stay
here I'll have to fool around with
Sethos looked around the room a hobby the rest of my life. There's
anxiously. no work, no expansion. You can
"I want to make a request, Mr. see why I have to leave, can't you?
First, if it isn't too late." I'm the curious type."
"Too late?" "You don't know what you're
"I would like to see HoI before asking."
he leaves. Is he still here?" "Why? Can't you take me with
"Perhaps I can arrange it. His you? What harm would it do?"
time is budgeted, you understand." "Well, there are rules."
"I must see him." "But-I'm not just anybody. I'm
Mr. First was silent for a mo- an exception to the rule. I qualify
ment, and Sethos realized he was as a genius-you mean there isn't
contacting someone. Then, he an- a place for me somewhere in the
nounced, "Yes, he's willin·g to see universe? Surely you can use' a
you. Go through this door. His smart man!"
compartment is the second down "You are a genius, that's true,"
the corridor." said Bek, in a deep, serious voice.
Sethos thanked him and hurried "As long as you remain here. Hun-
out. Finding the door, he hesitated dreds of centuries ago, your an-
an instant, then went in. cestors discovered principles that
"Good morning," said HoI. are not even expressible in your
There was a second man stand- language, and learned to apply
ing beside him, dressed in the same them to matter. Soon they knew no
manner and of the same stature as boundaries. The earth was not £or-
THE GENIUS 83
gotten, but it was no longer im- go back, knowing we're just a mis-
portant. It still is only a statistic. erable experiment? Please-I'll go
And we are here to examine it crazy!"
briefly. We have many others to "Even now you exhibit one of
visit. your primitive traits-pride of be-
"You see, Sethos, man changed ing a man. But you will adjust to
out in space. He is a long way life. It is as it should be."
from your ancestors who started "But-"
all this. But before those ancient "I'm sorry. There's nothing we
men left, they established Earth as can do."
a control planet, to maintain for- "No, wait-I ..."
ever a specimen of the original The two men were gone.
stock. It may have been done out Sethos stared. He was alone in
of his egocentric ideas at the time, the room. A constriction grew in
but it proved wise, for such a speci- his throat, and he felt weak. In-
men is valuable in our research." deed, man had changed.
"Sethos," said Hal, seeing the "Sethos?"
bewilderment on the young man's Mr. First stood in the door.
face, "the mechanoids who attend "Yes ..."
your little community are more Now the pattern was clear.
than one hundred thousand years Sethos-the curious man, the gen-
old. That is how long your little ius-was doomed. He had lost a
culture has been faithfully pre- battle in which he never had a
served, just as it was then. You chance. Still, he had fought.
would not be capable of living else- But walking down the corridor
where in the universe now. You with the mechanoid, he knew that
could survive, perhaps, bright as no one lost completely. He knew
you are, for a century or so, and that Sethos, the human, the ad-
then die, unhappy, maladjusted, justed hobbyist, would soon look
never finding another of your own back on this night asthough it were
level. You are, after all, a savage." an ordinary phase of life.
Sethos was dazed. Then, on the table, with the
He-an atavism, a prehistoric gently humming mechanism low-
man! No wonder his people be- ered to his head, the knot in his
haved as they did-they were throat softened.
merely a docile herd of caged ani- "All yours," said Mr. First to Mr.
mals, kept complacent and well- Third.
fed by the keepers outside. An ex- "A remarkable case," said Mr.
tinct beast, left to be tended until Third. "Sometimes I wish we kept
the earth reached the end of its a record of his kind. It might be
course as a flaming speck in the in- very interesting."
finite cavern of space! "Someday, perhaps. When our
"You-you must take me! I work grows dull."
couldn't stand it now. How can I • • • THE END
· -::;-....-
A young man and a young woman alone on
the first over-the-moon ship. The world cheered
them as the most romantic adventurers in all
history. Do-gooders decried them as immoral
stunters. Gaunt, serious militarists pronounced
them part of the most crucial experiment ever
undertaken . ..
FLYby NIGHT
By Arthur Dekker Savage
Illustrated by Ed Emsh
T HE GENERAL introduced
them in the ship's shadow, a
trim lieutenant, a clean-cut major.
studied your pictures too."
Ken turned his eyes to the
crowd-a roaring, cheering multi-
"You probably already think of tude surrounding the poised rocket
each other as Carol and Ken. At ship here on the California desert
any rate, there are no two people in this zero hour. To certain har-
in the world who have heard as ried physicists and engineers, it was
much about each other without a moment promising paramount
previously meeting." achievement. To romanticists of
She offered her hand and he 1966, watching their video screens
took it, held it for a long moment avidly, it was fulfillment of their
while their eyes locked. "Hello, most sensual dreams: a beautiful
Carol," he said warmly. "I'd have girl being given wholly and unre-
known you from your pictures." servedly to a handson1e young
And he realized as never before man; the flight around the moon
what a poor substitute were the was merely an added fillip. To a
hoarded scraps of paper. few gaunt military psychologists it
"Hello-Ken." A smile made was the end of a long nightmare of
her face radiant. "I've sort of protests by women's clubs, dernon-
85
86 ARTHUR DEKKER SAVAGE
Which was why they had planned straight blade of shorter knife en-
it that way. tirely in lower right-hand slot. Ex-
treme emergency. Memorize and
destroy these orders.'" Carol hadn't
ward over the Atlantic in a straight Carol. She looked back at him,
and lowering course that would wide-eyed.
take them over New York. The mo- "Listen, Carol-we can't both be
mentous-even though aborted- crazy the same way. You tell me
flight was over. Each tiniest mecha- exactly what you saw."
nism of the Latecomer had func- "Well-everything had been
tioned perfectly. Ken took a deep bombed."
breath at the sheer pleasure of nor- "What else?"
mal gravity. Man held the key to "There-there wasn't any move-
the planets, at least-if the psy- ment or people or-"
chologists could figure some way to "What else."
nullify the soul-shattering fear im- "There-oh, Ken, there were
bued by deep space. Or had he and trees growing in the craters!"
Carol reached the maximum dis- Some of the tenseness left his
tance life could tolerate? Was that features. "Okay, honey. Now we
the foreseen emergency, withheld know a little bit. The war came
from them lest it sap their careful- and went and there's not an active
ly-nurtured mora~? He felt a transmitter in the world. Somebody
vague, gnawing worry about the knew it was coming, even before
silence of earth's transmitters. we left, so they want us to land at
New York would supply the an- a hideout in Oregon. There'll be a
swer. Over New York the cacapho- landing strip there-they've had
ny of blaring broadcasts would more than a month to build it since
practically tear the receivers from I was at the Caves, and it only took
their moorings a day for the whole war, for the ra-
And New York did yield an an- diation to clear up-and for twenty
swer-of sorts. With Long Island -maybe fifty-year-old trees to
in visual range, and not a sound or grow!" His ending sarcasm was di-
a picture on any wave length which rected at himself; youth angers at
Carol's flying fingers tuned in at the spur of illogicalness.
maximum volume, Ken dipped be- Carol pressed his shoulder and
low legal ceiling to drag the city. kissed him. "Darling-maybe we
Then his reactions galvanized shouldn't even think about it now.
him to motion of a speed outstrip- They must be waiting for us in
ping his thoughts. Hardly hearing Oregon."
Carol's gasp of dismay, he snapped "Yeah," he said absently. "Won-
the coccoon tight about them like a der what happened farther in-
sprung trap, blasted the ship's nose land?" He herded the Latecomer
to a skidding vertical and spurted down along the border of Lakes
away from the yawning craters of Ontario and Erie. Cleveland was
New York City at five Gs. dotted with lakes, the city rubble
choked with brush. On a zig-zag
course, Detroit was a wilderness,
E LEVELED off in ozone Chicago almost a part of Lake
H over Canada and relaxed the
couch. Unbelievingly, he looked at
Michigan. Carol's spirits sank with
each revelation.
FLY BY NIGHT 93
They arced high above the jet He tightened the couch about
winds, on course to Oregon. them. "Blow the stuff out of the
Ken almost shouted with joy way," he said cheerfully. "Maybe."
when their beacon code came in He swooped in from the east.
weakly, strengthening as they ap- "Keep an eye peeled for the Caves'
proached the Pacific. Carol hugged entrance-I bet it won't look like
him until he relinquished control it did last month."
. to the autopilot and gave her his The Latecomer touched the run-
undivided attention. way at little more than a hundred
The chronometer ticked away miles per hour. Its forward rockets
time, but Sol gave up the unequal braked sharply, blasting aside the
race, and so it was another morn- scattered dead limbs and smaller
ing of the same day when Ken trees-roaring, bucking and hiss-
slipped the Latecomer over the ing. Its underside buckled from
migh ty Cascades, homing on the triphammer contact with rock
beacon until they both saw the out- slides and a few larger logs. It
line of a long, level, arrow straight grated to a bumpy halt, gouged,
runway carved from forested scarred, split, its warped hull a for-
mountainside and spanning chas- ever useless thing.
mal, growth-choked gulches. Before opening the port he
~ But it was the outline only, dis- buckled the long knife at his waist,
cernible through a light rain. "At had Carol do the same with the
least two years' work," mused Ken, short one. He climbed out, breath-
;"littered with at least a hundred ing deeply of the warm, moist air,
~years' debris. And we've only been savoring the incense of pine while
gone a day." He killed signal recep- helping Carol to the ground.
tion, circled the runway.
, Carol pressed his arm. "It's been
longer than a day, Ken. I mean,
we've actually used up more time,
because it was morning when we
T HEY AVOIDED the radioac-
tive path made by the ship,
picked their way along the side of
were over New York, and it's the strip until Carol pointed and
still-" cried, "There it is!"
"Okay-day and night don't Ken gripped her arm. "You fol-
mean much. But we've clocked a low behind me, and if the welcom-
little over thirty-three hours since ing committee moves this way you
we took off. That's our time." get up in that big rnadrona over
There was a catch in her throat. there."
"I know, darling. Something's hor- ""What?"
ribly wrong. Everybody we know He pointed out the bear, watch-
must be dead!" ing from a wet tangle of brush. "If
His jaw set, then he said gently, it's a male-or a female with no
"Snug down, kitten, we're going cubs~we're probably all right."
in." "Oh. But what will you do?"
She glanced through the port. "Don't argue, Lieutenant." His
"But how can you land on that?" hand moved to the pommel of his
94 ARTHUR DEKKER SAVAGE
knife. Ranger traInIng wasn't ex- Ken flipped the single toggle below
actly qualification for tangling with it. A scene grew, showing a white-
a bear, but long odds were becom- haired army colonel seated behind
ming commonplace. a desk, facing them.
The animal remained where it "Ken-it's Dr. Halsey," Carol
was. They climbed over a rock whispered.
slide and faced a wide bronze door "Was Dr. Halsey," said Ken
protected by a concrete foyer. Out heavily. "I used to wonder if we
a way from the door was- had the same instructors."
"Look, Ken-that's been a re- The officer's lips moved. "Hello,
cent campfire!" Ken and Carol. I've been selected
He whipped the blade from its to make this film to greet you, and
sheath. "C'mon, kitten-get that I know both of you will return to
knife out!" He vaulted the ashes. see it." His eyebrows lifted in the
A six-inch square was cut deeply quizzical expression they knew well.
in the dense metal. Ken poised his "I'm going to rattle off a, lot of ex-
knife over a slot, and as Carol planations and suggestions, but I
plunged her blade into the wall he imagine the first thing you'll want
rammed his home to the guard. to know is how all the things you've
With a squeak and a sigh the seen could have happened so
door, terraced like a vault portal, quickly. And knowing that, will
swung outward slowly. Ken clarify the rest.
grabbed a recessed knob to hurry "You remember the experiments
it up. Lights flashed inside, flood- the Air Force made, sending small
ing a man-changed interior. animals above the stratosphere. By
He leaped across the raised means of controlled diets and more
threshold, dragging Carol with complicated devices you'll find ex-
him, swung the door shut and shot plained in a book,we learned that
home two great bolts on its inner these animals were not subjectively
surface. On a rack just beside the experiencing the time-span they
door was an automatic rifle, ready should have aloft. In effect, they
for instant use. The psychologists were aging hardly at all away from
had not known about the campfire, gravity-the farther away, the less
but they had planned for the possi- aging.
bility of a hostile builder. "We got some fairly accurate
Ken and Carol looked about the figures on the time-distance ratios.
first of the labyrinthine caverns. Briefly, assuming you held to your
Squared walls were lined solidly course until you were recalled, you
with glass-enclosed bookshelves can figure that an average of' ten
stretching as far as they could see. years has elapsed on the earth's sur-
Crowding the floor were machines, face for every hour you were in
cabinets of tools, implements, in- space."
struments, weapons and medical Ken muttered, "We were actual-
and surgical supplies. ly out of atmosphere about twenty-
They moved to stand before a four hours. That would make it the
large video screen set near the door. year-"
FLY BY NIGHT 95
"About 2200," finished Carol world, and you have had the hopes
breathlessly. and prayers of your nation and
" ... how or why, but that Time your people."
was evidently a variable. The realm They sat on a low chest and lis-
of physics was a madhouse-dis- tened to the psychologist's voice for
creetly so, lest our enemies profit by
nearly an hour n10re. I-Ie finished
our knowledge. There is no visual
or other subjective n1eans to sense on a message of hope. "You have
the deceiving change in time-rate, seen the results of war. With the
or its illogical effects; we knew, for knowledge and material at hand,
instance, that you would not see and the atmosphere craft waiting
the moon as a solid ring girding a at the sealed exit, you can contact
gyroscopic earth, as might seemin~ what survivors' decendants you
Iy be expected. may find in hidden corners of the
"Your message of recall was a world and lead them to the peace-
record, slowed down to be within ful glory of Earth's future.
an intelligible range of fast chatter "Obviously, life will not visit
or slow drawl when you received it. back and forth between the stars,
We could have told you to open the or even the planets. The laws of
envelope at a certain time or dis- Space and Time confine man to
tance, but even minutes and miles one world-but it can be made the
were critical and"-the pictured best of aU possible worlds, free of
features smiled paternally-"we
war within, and free of conquest
knew your interest in each other
might cause a delay, while"-the from without, since the reasons
expression changed to serious sym- which keep man from visiting other
pathy-"we didn't know just when spheres will keep other life from
Space-Fear would strike." visiting him."
Carol blushed and laid her cheek The screen faded and was silent,
against Ken's chest. "They knew followed by a clear, trilling whistle
everything that would happen, which swelled in a paean of lilting
didn't they? They-they planned sound. While Ken squeezed Carol's
everything! " hand in mounting amazement, the
He crushed her to him. "Lucky piping strain formed clearly into
they did, honey. Seems like they've words-
put all their hopes in us." With understanding of universal
" . . . imminent war, and what laws~ life may do as it wills~ go
radiation would do to surface life. where it wills . .. we have come to
We could not go with you, nor was your planet to help you . . . may
there time to build underground
we?
installations for surviving more The psychologists had not fore-
than half a century and emerging seen quite everything ...
to a temporarily unproductive soil.
We selected you to inherit the • • • THE END
Sextus Rollo Forsyte had his trouble with the
bottle:l but nothing out of a bottle ever produced
such a hotel as the Mahoney-Plaza: only 260
rooms . .. only two guests to a room . .. but ac-
commodating 5200 guests--all at the same
time! ... Floor please?
FORSYTE'S RETREAT
By Winston Marks
Illustration by Kelly Freas
leaning on one elbow and watch- an quieted down in bed with an-
ing the woman with an expression other sleeping pill.
of mild astonishment and interest. Then Turner was allowed to tell
To Sextus' practiced eye, the man his story. "1 had turned in early
was guilty of nothing. and was lying there on my back
The house detective arrived at reading the paper when suddenly
that moment, but Sextus dismissed I got the most messy feeling' all
him with a wave of his hand. He throu~h me. It was like-oh, hell,
went in alone. I can't say it. Anyhow, in just about
"I'm the manager, madam," he a second, something went thub!-
assured her. He noted that despite and there she was in bed with me
her excited wails, her eyes drooped -naked!" he added with a shiver.
half shut. A bottle of sleeping pills Sextus grasped at a straw. "How
on the table was uncapped. many did you have to drink this
"Thizz man, thizz man, thizz evening, Mr. Turner?"
man!" she kept repeating and The attorney squirmed uncom-
pointing her elbow at the bed. The fortably. "Well, quite a few, may..
man in question raised his eyebrows be, but not enou~h to-"
and shook his head. Sextus shru~ged one shoulder
"Damndest sensation I ever felt," and turned to leave. "Understand,
he said. "I'm Johnathan P. Turner, we don't blame you a bit, sir. You
attorney. Before I tell you my story, know how these middle-aged wom-
please check with the desk and en can carryon when they get out
verify that I was assigned this on the town. You must have dozed
room." off before she slipped in."
Sextus took the phone from the "But my door was locked! I
woman's pudgy hand which darted think," he added uncertainly.
to rescue the sagging pillow. The "We won't breathe a word of it,
room-clerk reported that Mr. .J. P. Mr. Turner. Rest well!"
Turner was registered to room 408,
but in "J" vector, not "H".
Sextus' eyes swept the room. It
was an unexplainable mess. Two
sets of luggage were jumbled on
S EXTUS padded silently back
to his room in his stockin~ feet
and took a long pull at the whiskey.
and around the bagga~e rack at Funny thing, this. People often got
the foot of the bed. Rinsed out into the wrong hotel beds, but rare-
nylons hung from the shower rod, ly with such impalpable excuses.
but a man's shaving kit occupied He sighed and picked up the letter
the shelf. over the lavatory. Despair- from his predecessor- again. It read:
ing of ever arriving at a sensible
explanation, Sextus went to work. Welcome to the Phony-Plaza.
Although hampered somewhat (That name again.) You will be the
without his shirt, coat and tie, fifth manager in 30 days. If you
Sextus managed to get Turner and need the job as much as I thought
his belongings transferred peace- I did you will probably ignore my
ably 'to another room and the wom- advice, but here goes, anyway:
104 WINSTON MARKS
RESIGN! BAIL OUT! aged to clean up this week and
SKIDOO! (The man was em- someone's going to the pokey. It
phatic.) I can't tell you where won't be mc.
they've got the 2600 rooms in this Good luck, if you insist on stay-
haunted ant-hill, but believe me, ing, but I warned you.
they are there, and you'll be sorry (signed) Thornton K. Patterson
if you hang around long enough to P.S. The fire-Inarshall is on our
prove it. necks because the windows are
My predecessor left a garbled all sealed, but for God's sake,
note about some hyperspace sys- DON'T UNSEAL THEM!
tem that the owner, Dr. Bradford,
has figured out. Actually, there are
only 260 rooms, as you've probably
sunnised. But this Bradford, who
is a nuclear physicist, by the way,
S EXTUS tossed -the fantastic
communication aside in disgust,
but his mind began to unreel a pic-
has installed some sort of ficld gen- ture of the confusion he had wit-
erator in each elevator shaft that nessed down in the service quar-
gives entry to these rooms at ten ters: Bellboys and room-service
different locations in time. Room waiters fighting for service eleva-
500, for instance, in Vector A is 10 tors; chambermaids trundling their
years from Vector B. So when you little carts on the dead run; the
run to capacity with, say, two peo- overworked laundry staff, laboring
ple to the room, you have 5200 in a veritable sweatshop of steamy
guests in 260 rooms! They all live chaos, swamped in a billowing
by the same calendar, but in their backlog of sheets and towels. It all
rooms they are actually centuries pointed to a large hotel oper~tion.
apart. How do you like those If so, where were the rooms? Re-
apples? fusing to argue further with him-
It's all quite neat and economi- self, he got undressed. Hyperspace
cal, what with the cost pcr front or not, the people apparently were
foot of this beach area zoned for there, and it was his job to serve
business, and you'll find a dandy them. He got a bucket of ice from
profit on the books, but start worry- room-service, mixed an ice and
ing, fellow! Things are beginning whiskey highball and retreated into
to happen. The maintenance enw- his private little world between
neer, who, incidentally, is quitting, crisp sheets and the pages of a
too, says that the equipment in the twenty-five-cent mystery novel.
shafts is wearing out, and the fields Arising early, he was girded for
are pulsating or decaying or some the summons from Miss Genevieve
damned thing. And we can't con- Hafner in room H-408. He went to
tact Dr. Bradford, who took the her room. Fully dressed and in the
service manual with him. daylight she wa,s still a hollow-eyed
Maybe you are more experi- mess. The only visible improvement
enced in this hotel business than I was in the bleached bird's-nest, now
am, but I couldn't stand the gaff. a prim, rolled circle on her unlove-
One more mess like. I. barely man- ly pate.
FORSYTE/S RETREAT 105
DESCENT
By Richard Matheson
Illustration by Alan Anderson
"Not them/' Grace said, bitterly, take. All their furniture, their
"What do they care?" clothes, their books, their records-
Bill smiled wryly. "They care." they had to be left behind.
"There doesn't seem any point," When she went back to the liv-
Ruth said. ing room, Les was turning off the
Then they all sat in silence record player.
watching their last fire of a cool "I wish we could take more
California evening. Ruth rested her books," he said.
head on Les's shoulder as he slowly "They'll have libraries, honey,"
stroked her blond hair. Bill and she said.
Mary caught each other's eye and "I know," he said. "It just •••
smiled a little. Fred sat and stared isn't the same."
with gentle, melancholy eyes at the He helped her on with her coat
glowing logs while Grace opened and she helped him on with his.
up and closed her hands and looked The apartment was very quiet and
very old. warm.
And, outside, the stars shown "It's so nice," she said.
down for a million times the mil- He looked at her a moment as if
lionth year. in question, then, hurriedly, he
picked up the suitcases and opened
the door.
rows. They didn't talk much, they blind sadisms. His breath caught
just held their suitcases and moved and he glanced at Ruth and saw
along with little steps toward the that she was looking at him.
entrance to The Tunnels. "Are you all right?"
Ruth held Les's arm with He drew in a shaking breath.
clenched fingers and he felt a taut a "Yes," he said, "All right."
ness growing around the edges of He tried to numb his mind but
his stomach, as if the muscles there without success. He kept looking at
were slowly calcifying. Each short, all the people around him, wonder-
undramatic step took them closer ing if they felt as he did this fierce
to the entrance, further from the anger at what was happening, at
sky and the sun and the stars and what, basically, they had allowed
the moon. And suddenly Les felt to happen. Did they think too of
very sick and very afraid. He the night before, of the stars and
wanted to grab Ruth's hand and the crisp air and the sounds of
drive back to their apartment and earth? He shook his head. It was
stay there till it ended. Fred was torture to think about them.
right-he couldn't help feeling it. He looked over at Bill as the five
Fred was right to know that a man of them shuffled slowly down the
couldn't leave the only home he'd long concrete ramp to the eleva-
ever had and burrow into the earth tors. Bill was holding Jeannie's
like a mole and still be himself. hand in his, looking down at her
Something would happen down without any expression on his face.
there, something would change. Then Les saw him turn and nudge
The artificial air, the even banks Mary with the suitcase he held in
of bulbed sunshine, the electric his other hand. Mary looked at him
moon and the fluorescent stars ina and Bill winked.
vented at the behest of some pSya "Where are we going, papa ?"
chological study that foretold aber- Jeannie asked, and her voice ech-
ration if they were taken away com- oed shrilly off the white tile walls.
pletely. Did they suppose these Bill's throat moved. "I told you,"
things would be enough? Could he replied. "We're going to live un-
they possibly believe that a man der the ground a while."
might crawl beneath the ground in "How long?" Jeannie asked.
one great living grave for twenty "Don't talk anytnore baby," Bill
years and keep his soul? said. "I don't know."
He felt his body tighten involun a There was no sound in the ele-
tarily and he wanted to scream out vator. There were a hundred peo-
at all the stupidity in the world ple in it and it was as still as a tomb
that made men scourge themselves as it went down. And down. And
before their own whips to their own down.
destruction in one endless chain of • • • THE END
•••••
Answers to OUT OF THIS WORLD
1-c, 2-g, 3-j, 4-h, 5-i, 6-d, 7-b, 8-e, 9-a. 10-f.
vironment.
Man's progress may be slow in
comparison, but if we can accept
the facts established by this experi-
mentation with bacteria the idea of
"Superman" isn't too farfetched
after all! '
Space Pilots