Avon Fantasy Reader/Issue 11/Asleep in

Armageddon

Asleep in Armageddon Six days would be no time at all. He would eat, he would
by Ray Bradbury read, he would sleep. He glanced at his surroundings. No
dangerous animals; a tolerable oxygen supply. What more
Even when dealing with the perilously stereotyped mod- could one ask. Beans and bacon, was the answer. The
ern interplanetary story, the devilish pen of Ray Bradbury happy smell of breakfast lled the air.
achieves that originality of concept, that special spark of
subtle pin-pricking that has made him outstanding. This After breakfast he smoked a cigarette slowly, deeply,
story, the develish pen of Ray Bradbury achieves that blowing out. He nodded contentedly. What a life! Not a
originality of concept, the most near-to-believable stage scratch on him. Luck. Sheer luck.
wherein one lone man can have an entire world to him- His head nodded. Sleep, he thought.
self to himself and few disquieting dreams. Good idea. Forty winks. Plenty of time to sleep, take it
YOU DON'T WANT death and you don't expect death. easy. Six whole long, luxurious days of idling and philos-
Something goes wrong, your rocket tilts in space, a plane- ophizing. Sleep.
toid jumps up, blackness, movement, hands over the eyes, He stretched himself out, tucked his arm under his head,
a violent pulling back of available power in the fore-jets,
and shut his eyes.
the crash
Insanity came in to take him. The voices whispered.
The darkness. In the darkness, the senseless pain. In the
pain, the nightmare. Sleep, yes, sleep, said the voices. Ah, sleep, sleep.
He was not unconscious. He opened his eyes. The voices stopped. Everything was
normal. He shrugged. He shut his eyes casually, tfully.
Your name? asked hidden voices. Sale, he replied in
He settled his long body.
whirling nausea. Leonard Sale. Occupation, cried the
voices. Spaceman! he cried, alone in the night. Welcome, Eeeeeeeeeeee, sang the voices, far away.
said the voices. Welcome, welcome. They faded. Ahhhhhhh, sang the voices.
He stood up in the wreckage of his ship. It lay like a Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sang the voices.
folded, tattered garment around him.
Die, die, die, die, die, sang the voices.
The sun rose and it was morning.
Ooooooooooooooo, cried the voices.
Sale pried himself out the small airlock and stood breath-
ing the atmosphere. Luck. Sheer luck. The air was Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, a bee ran through his brain.
breathable. An instants checking showed him that he had He sat up. He shook his head. He put his hands to his
two months supply of food with him. Fine, ne! And ears. He blinked at the crashed ship. Hard metal. He
thishe ngered at the wreckage. Miracle of miracles! felt the solid rock under his ngers. He saw the real sun
The radio was intact. warming the blue sky.
He stuttered out the message on the sending key. Lets try sleeping on our back, he thought. He adjusted
CRASHED ON PLANETOID 787. SALE. SEND himself, lying back down. His watch ticked on his wrist.
HELP. SALE. SEND HELP. The blood burned in bis veins.
The reply came instantly: HELLO, SALE. THIS IS AD- Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sang the voices.
DAMS IN MARSPORT. SENDING RESCUE SHIP
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, sang the voices.
LOGARITHM. WILL ARRIVE PLANETOID 787 IN
SIX DAYS. HANG ON. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, sang the voices.
Sale did a little dance. Die, die, die, die, die. Sleep, sleep, die, sleep, die, sleep,
die! Oohhh. Ahhhhh. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
It was simple as that. One crashed. One had food. One
radioed for help. Help came. La! He clapped his hands. Blood tapped in his ears. The sound of the wind rising.
The sun rose and was warm. He felt no sense of mortality. Mine, mine, said a voice. Mine, mine, hes mine!

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No, mine, mine, said another voice. No, mine, mine; hes He whirled about. Shut up, you! he cried.
mine! We didn't say anything, said the mountains. We didn't say
No, ours, ours, sang ten voices. Ours, ours, hes ours! anything, said the sky. We didn't say anything, said the
His ngers twitched. His jaws spasmed. His eyelids wreckage.
jerked. All right then, he said, swaying. See that you don't.
At last, at last, sang a high voice. Now, now. The long Everything was normal.
time, the waiting. Over, over, sang the high voice. Over, The pebbles were getting hot. The sky was big and blue.
over at last! He looked at his ngers and saw the way the sun burned
It was like being undersea. Green songs, green visions, on every black hair. He looked at his boots and the dust
green time. Bubbled voices drowning in deep liquors of on them. Suddenly he felt very happy because he made
sea tide. Far away choruses chanting senseless rhymes. a decision. I won't go to sleep, he thought. I'm having
Leonard Sale stirred in agony. nightmares, so why sleep. Theres your solution.
Mine, mine, cried a loud voice. Mine, mine! shrieked He made a routine. From nine o'clock in the morn-
another. Ours, ours! shrieked the chorus. ing, which was this minute, until twelve, he would walk
The din of metal, the crash of sword, the conict, the around and see the planetoid. He would write on a pad
battle, the ght, the war. All of it exploding, his mind with a yellow pencil everything he saw. Then he would
ercely torn apart! sit down and open a can of oily sardines and some canned
fresh bread with good butter on it. From twelve-thirty un-
Eeeeeeeeeeeeee! til four he would read nine chapters of War and Peace.
He leaped up, screaming. The landscape melted and He took the book from the wreckage, and laid it where
owed. he might nd it later. There was a book of T. S. Eliots
poetry, too. That might be nice.
A voice said, I am Tylle of Rathalar. Proud Tylle, Tylle
of the Blood Mound and the Death Drum. Tylle of Supper would come at ve-thirty and then from six un-
Rathalar, Killer of Men! til ten he would listen to the radio from Earth. There
would be a couple of bad comedians telling jokes and a
Another spoke, I am Iorr of Wendillo, Wise Iorr, De- bad singer singing some song, and the latest news ashes,
stroyer of Indels! signing o at midnight with the UN anthem.
The chorus chanted. And we the warriors, we the steel, After that?
we the warriors, we the red blood rushing, the red blood
falling, the red blood steaming the sun He felt sick.
Leonard Sale staggered under the burden. Go away! he I'll play solitaire until dawn, he thought. I'll sit up and
cried. Leave me, in Gods name, leave me! drink hot black coee and play solitaire, no cheating, until
sunrise.
Eeeeeeeeeee, shrieked the high sound of steel hot on steel.
Ho, ho, he thought.
Silence.
What did you say? he asked himself.
He stood with the sweat boiling out of him. He was trem-
bling so violently he could not stand. Insane, he thought. I said, Ha ha, he replied. Some time, you'll have to
Absolutely insane. Raving insane. Insane. sleep.
He jerked the food kit open, did something to a chemical I'm wide awake, he said.
packet. Hot coee was ready in an instant. He mouthed Liar, he retorted, enjoying the conversation.
it, spilled gushes of it down his shirt. He shivered. He
sucked in raw gulps of breath. I feel ne, he said.

Lets be logical, he thought, sitting down heavily. The Hypocrite, he replied.

coee seared his tongue. No record of insanity in the I'm not afraid of the night, or sleep, or anything, he said.
family for two hundred years. All healthy, well-balanced. Very funny, he said.
No reason for insanity now. Shock? Silly. No shock. I'm
to be rescued in six days. No shock to that. No danger. He felt bad. He wanted to sleep. And the fact that he was
Just an ordinary planetoid. Ordinary, ordinary place. No afraid of sleep made him want to lie down all the more
reason for insanity. I'm sane. and shut his eyes and curl up. Comfy-cozy? asked his
ironic censor.
Oh? cried a small metal voice within. An echo. Fading.
I'll just walk and look at the rocks and the geological
Yes! he cried, beating his sts together. Sane! formations and think how good it is to be alive, he said.
Hahahahahahahahahah. Somewhere a vanishing laugh- Ye gods, cried his censor. William Saroyan!
ter.
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You'll go on, he thought, maybe one day, maybe one ground, am I? Are you friends?
night, but what about the next night and the next, and the Enemies! cried Iorr.
next? Can you stay awake all that time, for six nights?
Until the rescue ship comes? Are you that good, that Foul enemies! cried Tylle.
strong? Leonard smiled a rictal smile. He felt ghastly. How long
The answer was no. have you waited? he demanded.
What are you afraid of? I don't know. Those voices. How long is time? Ten thousand years? Perhaps. Ten
Those sounds. But they can't hurt you, can they? million years? Perhaps.
They might, You've got to face them some time. Must I? What are you? Thoughts, spirits, ghosts? All of those,
Brace up to it, old man. Chin up. and all that rot. and more. Intelligences? Precisely. How did you sur-
vive?
He sat down on the hard ground. He felt very much like
crying. He felt as if life was over and he was entering new Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, sang the chorus, far away.
and unknown territory. It was such a deceiving day, with Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, sang another army, waiting to ght.
the sun warm; physically, he felt able and well, one might
sh on such a day as this, or pick owers or kiss a woman Once upon a time, this was fertile land, a rich planet.
or anything. But in the midst of a lovely day, what did And there were two nations, strong nations, led by two
one get? strong men. I, Iorr. And he, that one who calls himself
Tylle. And the planet declined and gave way to nothing-
Death. ness. The peoples and the armies languished in the midst
Well, hardly that. of a great war which had lasted ve thousand years. We
lived long lives and loved long loves, drank much, slept
Death, he insisted. much, fought much. And when the planet died, our bod-
He lay down and closed his eyes. He was tired of messing ies withered, and, only in time, and with much science,
around. All right, he thought, if you are death, come get did we survive.
me. I want to know what all this damned nonsense is Survive, wondered Leonard Sale. But there is nothing of
about. you!
Death came. Our minds, fool, our minds! What is a body without a
****** mind?
Eeeeeeeeeeee, said a voice. What is a mind without a body, laughed Leonard Sale.
Yes, I know, said Leonard Sale, lying there. But what I've got you there. Admit it, I've got you!
else? True, said the cruel voice. One is useless lacking the
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, said a voice. other. But survival is survival even when unconscious.
The minds of our nations, through science, through won-
I know that, also, said Leonard Sale, irritably. He turned der, survived.
cold. His mouth hung open wildly.
But without senses, lacking eyes, ears, lacking touch,
I am Tylle of Rathalar, Killer of Men! smell, and the rest? Lacking all those, yes. We were
I am Iorr of Wendillo, Destroyer of Indels! vapors, merely. For a long time. Until today.
What is this place? asked Leonard Sale, struggling against And now I am here, thought Leonard Sale. You are
horror. here, said that voice. To give substance to our men-
talities. To give us our needed body.
Once a mighty planet! said Tylle of Rathalar.
Im only one, thought Sale. Nevertheless, you are of
Once a place of battles! said Iorr of Wendillo. use.
Now dead, said Tylle. I'm an individual, thought Sale. I resent your intrusion.
Now silent, said Iorr. He resents our intrusion! Did you hear him, Iorr? He
Until you came, said Tylle. resents!
To give us life again, said Iorr. As if he had a right to resent!
You're dead, insisted Leonard Sale, esh writhing. You're Be careful, warned Sale. I'll blink my eyes and you'll be
nothing but empty wind. gone, phantoms! I'll wake up and rub you out!
We live, through you. But you'll have to sleep again, some time! cried Iorr.
And when you do, we'll be here, waiting, waiting, wait-
And ght, through you!
ing. For you.
So thats it, thought Leonard Sale. I'm to be a battle-
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What do you want? Solidity. Mass. Sensation again. Until you shut your eyes and relaxed your mind.
You can't both have it. We'll ght that out between us. And the night and the voices and the insanity and the
A hot clamp twisted his skull. It was as if a spike had been death padded in on soft feet.
thrust and beaten down between the bivalvular halves of I'm all right now, though, he said, proudly. Look at
his brain.
that! He displayed his hand. By a supreme eort of
Now it was terribly clear. Horribly, magnicently clear. will, it was no longer shaking. I'll show you who in hells
He was their universe. The world of his thoughts, his ruler here, he announced to the innocent sky. I am.
brain, his skull, divided into camps, that of Iorr, that of He tapped his chest.
Tylle. They were using him! To think that thought could live that long! A million
Pennants ung up on a pink mind sky! Brass shields years, perhaps, all these thoughts of death and disorder
caught the sun. Grey animals shifted and came rushing and conquest, lingering in the innocent but poisonous air
in bristling tides of sword a plume and trumpet. of the planet, waiting for a real man to give them a channel
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! The rushing. through which they might issue again in all their senseless
virulence.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! The roaring.
Now that he was feeling better, it was all silly. All I
Nowwwwwwwwwwwwww! The whirling. have to do, he thought, is stay awake six nights. They
Mmmmmmmmmmmmm won't bother me that way. When I'm awake, I'm domi-
nant. I'm stronger than those crazy monarchs and their
Ten thousand men hurtled across the small hidden stage. silly tribes of sword-ingers and shield-bearers and horn-
Ten thousand men oated on the shellacked inner ball of blowers. I'll stay awake.
his eye. Ten thousand javelins hissed between the small
bone hulls of his head. Ten thousand jeweled guns ex- But can you? he wondered. Six whole nights? Awake?
ploded. Ten thousand voices chanted in his ears. Now his Theres coee and medicine and books and cards.
body was riven and extended, shaken and rolled, he Was
screaming, writhing, the plates of his skull threatened to But I'm tired now, so tired, he thought. Can I hold out?
burst asunder. The gabbling, the shrilling, as across bone Well, if not. Theres always the gun.
plains of mind and continent of inner marrow, through Where will these silly monarchs be if you put a bullet
gullies of vein, down hills of artery, over rivers of melan- through their stage? All the worlds a stage? No. You,
choly, came armies and armies, one army, two armies, Leonard Sale, are the small stage. And they the players.
swords ashed in the sun, bearing down upon each other, And what if you put a bullet through the wings, tearing
fty thousand minds snatching, scrabbling, cutting at him, down scenes, destroying curtains, ruining lines! Destroy
demanding, using. In a moment, the hard collision, one the stage, the players, all, if they aren't careful!
army on another, the rush, the blood, the sound, the fury,
the death, the insanity! First of all, he must radio through to Marsport, again.
If there was any way they could rush the rescue ship
Like cymbals, the armies struck! sooner, then maybe he could hang on. Anyway, he must
He leaped up, raving. He ran across the desert. He ran warn them what sort of planet this was, this so innocent-
and ran and did not stop running. seeming spot of nightmare and fever vision
He sat down and cried. He sobbed until his lungs ached. He tapped on the radio key for a minute. His mouth tight-
He cried very hard and long. Tears ran down his cheeks ened. The radio was dead.
and into his upraised, trembling ngers. God, God, help It had sent through the proper rescue message, received a
me, oh God, help me, he said. reply, and then extinguished itself.
All was normal again. The proper touch of irony, he thought. There was only
It was four o'clock in the afternoon. The rocks were one thing to do. Draw a plan.
baked by the sun. He managed, after a time, to cook This he did. He got a yellow pencil and delineated his
himself a few hot biscuits, which he ate with strawberry six-day plan of escape.
jam. He wiped his stained ngers on his shirt, blindly,
trying not to think. Tonight, he wrote, read six more chapters of War and
Peace. At four in the morning have hot black coee. At
At least I know what I'm up against, he thought. Oh,
four-fteen take cards from pack and play ten games of
Lord, what a world. What an innocent looking world, solitaire. This should take until six-thirty whenmore
and what a monster it really is. Its good no one ever ex-
coee. At seven o'clock, listen to early morning programs
plored it before. Or did they? He shook his aching head. from Earth, if the receiving equipment on the radio works
Pity them, who ever crashed here before, if any ever did.
at all. Does it?
Warm sun, hard rocks, not a sign of hostility. A lovely
world. He tried the radio receiver. It was dead.
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Well, he wrote, from seven o'clock until eight, sing all would be hidden somewhere by a triumphant army in his
the songs you remember, make your own entertainment. head. Hidden in some cleft of rock, placed there like a
From eight until nine think about Helen King. Remember nest for Iorr to lie upon in evil occupation.
Helen. On second thought, think about Helen right now. The thought of it almost broke him in half.
He marked that out with his pencil.
Twenty years of insanity. Twenty years of torture, doing
The rest of the days were set down in minute detail. what you don't want to do. Twenty years of wars raging
He checked the medical kit. There were several packets and being split apart, twenty years of nausea and trem-
of tablets that would keep you awake. One tablet an hour bling.
every hour for six-days. He felt quite condent. His head sank down between his knees. His eyes snapped
Heres mud in your evil eye, Iorr, Tylle! and cracked and made soft noises. His eardrums popped
tiredly.
He swallowed one of the stay-wake tablets with a scalding
Sleep, sleep, sang soft sea voices.
mouth of black coee.
Well, with one thing and another it was Tolstoy or Balzac, I'llI'll make a proposition with you, listen, thought
gin-rummy, coee, tablets, walking, more Tolstoy, more Leonard Sale. You, Iorr, you, too, Tylle! Iorr, you can
Balzac, more gin-rummy, more solitaire. The rst day occupy me on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Tylle,
passed, as did the second and the third. you can take me over on Sundays, Tuesdays and Satur-
days. Thursday is maids night out. Okay?
On the fourth day he lay quietly in the shade of a rock,
counting to a thousand by ves, then by tens, to keep his Eeeeeeeeeeeeee, sang the sea tides, seething in his brain.
mind occupied and awake. His eyes were so tired he had Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, sang the distant voices softly, soft.
to bathe them frequently in cool water. He couldn't read, What'll you say, is it a bargain, Iorr, Tylle?
he was bothered with splitting headaches. He was so ex-
hausted he couldn't move. He was numb with medicine. No, said a voice.
He resembled a waxen dummy, stued with things to pre- No, said another.
serve him in a state of horried wakefulness. His eyes
were glass, his tongue a rusted pike, his ngers felt as if Greedy, both of you, greedy! complained Sale. A pox on
they were gloved in needles and fur. both your houses!

He followed the hand of his watch. One second less to He slept.

wait, he thought. Two seconds, three seconds, four, ve, He was Iorr, jeweled rings on his hands. He arose be-
ten, thirty seconds. A whole minute. Now an hour less side his rocket and held out his ngers, commanding blind
time to wait. Oh, ship, hurry on thy appointed round! armies. He was Iorr, ancient ruler of jeweled warriors.
He began to laugh softly. He was Tylle, lover of women, killer of dogs!
What would happen if he just gave up, drifted o into With some hidden bit of awareness, his hand crept to the
sleep? Sleep, ah, sleep; perchance to dream. All the holster at his hip. The sleeping hand withdrew the gun
world a stage What if he gave up the unequal struggle, there. The hand lifted, the gun pointed.
lapsed down?
The armies of Tylle and Iorr gave battle.
Eeeeeeeeeee, the high, shrill warning sound of battle
The gun exploded.
metal.
The bullet tore across Sales forehead, wakening him.
He shivered. His tongue moved in his dry, burry mouth.
He stayed awake for another six hours, getting over his
Iorr and Tylle would battle out their ancient battle.
latest siege. He knew it to be hopeless now. He washed
Leonard Sale would become quite insane. and bandaged the wound he had given himself. He wished
And whichever won the battle would take this ruin of an he had aimed straighter and it was all over. He watched
insane man, the shaking, laughing wild body, and wander the sky. Two more days. Two more. Come on, ship,
it across the face of this world for ten, twenty years, oc- come on. He was heavy with sleeplessness.
cupying it, striding in it, pompous, holding court, making No use. At the end of six hours he was raving badly. He
grand gestures, ordering heads severed, calling on inward took the gun up and put it down and took it up again,
unseen dancing girls. Leonard Sale, what remained of put it against his head, tightened his hand on the trigger,
him, would be led o to some hidden cave, there to be changed his mind, looked at the sky again.
infested with wars and worms of wars for twenty insane
Night settled. He tried to read, threw the book away. He
years, occupied and prostituted by old and outlandish
tore it up and burned it, just to have something to do.
thoughts.
So tired. In another hour, he decided. If nothing happens,
When the rescue ship arrived it would nd nothing. Sale
I'll kill myself. This is for certain now. I'll do it, this time.
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He got the gun ready and laid it on the ground next to No sedative, no sleep, please, don't, don't, don't!
himself. screamed Sale, trying to get up. You don't
He was very calm now, though tired. It would be over and understand!
done. He would be dead. Take it easy, old man, you're safe among us now, nothing
to worry about, said the rescuer above him.
He watched the minute hand of his watch. One minute,
ve minutes, twenty-ve minutes. Leonard Sale slept. The two men stood over him.
The ame appeared on the sky. As they watched, Sales features changed violently. He
It was so unbelievable he started to cry. A rocket, he groaned and cried and snarled in his sleep. His face was
said, standing up. A rocket! he cried, rubbing his eyes. riven with emotion. It was the face of a saint, a sinner, a
He ran forward. end, a monster, a darkness, a light, one, many, an army,
a vacuum, all, all!
The ame brightened, grew, came down.
He writhed in his sleep.
He waved frantically, running forward, leaving his gun,
his supplies, everything behind. You see that, Iorr, Tylle! Eeeeeeeeee! the sound burst from his mouth. Ahhhhhhh-
You savages, you monsters, I beat you! I won! They're hhhh! he screamed.
coming to rescue me now! I've won, damn you. Whats wrong with him? asked one of the two rescuers.
He laughed harshly at the rocks and the sky and the backs I don't know. More sedative?
of his hands.
More sedative. Nerves. He needs more sleep.
The rocket landed. Leonard Sale stood swaying, waiting They stuck the needle in his arm. Sale writhed and spat
for the door lid to open. and moaned.
Goodbye, Iorr, goodbye, Tylle! he shouted in triumph, Then, suddenly, he was dead.
grinning, eyes hot.
He lay there, the two men over him. What a shame,
Eeeeee, sang a diminishing roar in time.
said one of them. Can you gure that?
Ahhhhhh, voices faded. Shock. Poor guy. What a pity. They covered his face.
The rocket ipped wide its airlock. Two men jumped out. Did you ever see a face like that?
Sale? they called. We're Ship ACDN13. Intercepted Totally insane.
your SOS and decided to pick you up ourselves. The Mar- Loneliness. Shock.
sport ship won't get through until day after tomorrow. We
want a spot or rest ourselves. Thought it'd be good to Yes. Lord, what an expression. I hope never to see a
spend the night here, pick you up, and go on. face like that again.
No, said Sale, face melting with terror. No spend What a shame, waiting for us, and we arrive, and he dies
night anyway.
He couldn't talk. He fell to the ground. They glanced around. What shall we do? Shall we spend
the night?"
Quick, said a voice, in the bleary vortex over him.
Give him a shot of food liquid, another of sedative. He Yes. Its good to be out of the ship.
needs sustenance and rest. We'll bury him rst, of course.
No rest! screamed Sale. Naturally.
Delirious, said one man softly. And spend the night in the open, with good air, right?
No sleep! screamed Sale. Good to be in the open again. After two weeks in that
damned ship.
There, there, said the man gently. A needle poked into
Sales arm. Right. I'll nd a spot for him. You start supper, eh?
Sale thrashed. No sleep, go! he mouthed horribly. Oh, Done.
go! Should be good sleeping tonight.
Delirious, said one man. Shock. Fine, ne.
No sedative! screamed Sale. They made a grave and said a word over it. They drank
The sedative owed into him. their evening coee silently. They smelled the sweet air
of the planet and looked at the lovely sky and the bright
Eeeeeeeeeee, sang the ancient winds. and beautiful stars.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, sang the ancient seas.
What a night, they said, lying down.
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Pleasant dreams, said one, rolling over.

And the other replied, Pleasant dreams.
They slept.

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