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CONTENTS
BOOK-LENGTH NOVEL — Two Parts
First of
DRUNKARD'S WALK by Frederik Pohl 8
NOVELETS
TRANSSTAR by Raymond E. Banks 108
INSIDE JOHN BARTH by William W. Stuart 172
SHORT STORIES
UPSTARTS by L. J. Stecher 58
THE GOOD NEIGHBORS by Edgar Pangborn 74
THE DOPE ON MARS by Jack Sharkey 94
MONKEY ON HIS BACK by Charles V. De Vet 135
IDEA MAN by John Rackham 156
SHORT-SHORT STORY
EARTHMEN BEARING GIFTS by Fredric Brown 148
SCIENCE DEPARTMENT
FOR YOUR INFORMATION by Willy Ley 81
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FEATURES
EDITOR'S PAGE by H. L. Gold 5
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buy a pair of the fur-coated incidence of insanity than any
chickens. Mortison answered that other religious group is true. But
they had sweltered to death in the it happens to coincide with the ur-
claim that Jews have a far higher tale career in 1895, Stone brilliant-
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ly manufactured circumstances that Hoaxes deserves to be read for
made the following dazzlers seem its relentless tracking down of
entirely reasonable: frauds in art, history, literature,
A tree on which baked apples science, politics and journalism.
grew. But there is a wonderfulness in
A farmer who plucked his chick- the harmless exuberant imagina-
ens for market with a vacuum tions — the purely entertaining
cleaner. variety — that science fiction could
A rooster that stopped a train. use more of, not just now but at
(MacDougall doesn’t say, but my any time in the past or future. This,
recollection of latter-day versions in other words, is one thing there
— hoaxes neither die nor fade can’t be too much of.
away— was that the rooster stopped Writers willing to settle for ten-
the train to save a life.) tacled aliens might instead be in-
A deaf and dumb pig. spired by the whirling whimpus,
A three-legged bullfrog. which spins so fast that nobody
A hen that laid a red-white-and- knows what one looks like; the
blue egg on the Fourth of July. rubberado, which bounces when
A Plymouth hen that hopped off shot, and anyone who eats it
a railroad engine's cowcatcher when bounces, too; the tripodero, which
“Plymouth” was called, and left an has extensible legs and stuns its
egg “to pay for her ride.” enemies with clay pellets shot from
A cat with a harelip that whistled its blowgun proboscis; the racka-
HIS
T
man’s name is Cornut,
born in the year 2166 and
now thirty. He is a teacher.
Mathematics is his discipline.
Number theory is his specialty.
What he instructs is the mnemonics
of number, a study which absorbs
all his creative thought. But he also
thinks about girls a lot.
10 GALAXY
behind him had caught him by an in the doorway, a gaggle of under-
arm, someone shouting. Whoever graduates clustered behind him
it was, he pulled Cornut roughly like young geese, staring in to see
back into the room. what all the commotion was. Mas-
At that moment the five alarm ter Carl was tall, black-haired, with
clocks burst into sound, like a well- eyes like star sapphires. He stood
drilled chorus; a beat later the holding a wet photographic nega-
phone by his bed rang; the room tive that dripped gently onto the
lights sprang into life, controlled rubber tiles. “What the devil is go-
by their automatic timer, one read- ing on here?” he demanded.
ing lamp turned and fitted with a Cornut opened his mouth to an-
new, brighter tube so that it be- swer, and then realized how utter-
came aimed at the pil-
a spotlight ly impossible it was for him to
DRUNKARD’S WALK 11
“Yes, sir. I —* husky, healthy youth who for some
“And you came into the corridor reason had been cutting himself
without shaving ?” short on sleep, and that was also
The undergraduate was struck according to the facts. His expres-
dumb. The cluster of students be- sion was that of a man deeply
hind Carl briskly dissolved. Egerd embarrassed by some incredibly
started to speak, but Cornut cut in. inexcusable act he has just com-
He sat down shakily on the edge mitted. And that fit the facts too.
of his bed. “Leave the boy alone, Cornut was embarrassed. His
will you, Carl? If he had taken time foolishnesswould be all over the
to shave, I’d be dead.” campus by now; undoubtedly there
Master Carl rapped out, “Very had been whispers before, but this
well.You may go to your room, morning’s episode had had many
Egerd. Cornut, I want to know witnesses and the whispers would
what this is all about. I intend to be quite loud. As the campus was
get a full explanation .” He
. . Cornut’s whole life, that meant
paused, as though remembering that every living human being
something. He glanced down at the whose opinion counted with him
wet negative in his hand. at all would soon be aware that he
“As soon as we’ve had breakfast,” was recklessly trying to commit
he said grimly, and stalked back to suicide — for no reason — and not
his own rooms. even succeeding !
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dent’s office, inviting him to go on in the women’s wing, of course,
the Field Expedition. twelve stories below his own dorms,
He reminded himself to ask Carl but already the word had spread.
to get him off that. He had too Naturally.
much to do to waste time on purely He stopped at the table where
social trips. The Wolgren study Master Carl sat alone, drinking tea
alone would keep him busy for and looking through a sheaf of
weeks, and Carl was always press- photographs. “I’m sorry about this
ing him to publish. But trying to morning, Carl,” he said.
get off the Field Expedition was Master Carl looked vaguely up
premature. Three months from at him. With his equals, Carl’s eyes
now .maybe ... if Computer
. . were not the star sapphires that
Section allocated enough time, and had pierced Egerd; they were the
ifthe anomalies didn’t disappear in mild, blue eyes of a lean Santa
someone’s long-past error in simple Claus, which was much closer to his
addition. true nature. “Oh? Oh. You mean
And if he was still alive, of about jumping out of the window.
course. Sit down.” He made a space on
“Oh, damn it all, anyhow!” Cor- the table for the student waitress
nut said. He tucked the president’s to put down Cornut’s place-setting.
letter into his pocket, picked up his The whole cloth was covered with
cape and walked out irritably. photographic prints. He handed
The Math Tower dining room one to Cornut. “Tell me,” he said
served all thirty-one masters of the apologetically, “does that look like
Department, and most of them a picture of a star to you?”
were there before him. He walked “No.” Cornut was not very in-
in with an impassive fgce, expect- terested in his department head’s
ing a sudden hush to stop the hobbies. The print looked like a
permanent buzz of conversation in light-struck blob of nothing much
the hall. It did. Everyone was look- at all.
DRUNKARD’S WALK 13
C ORNUT of coffee
took a long swallow
and put down his
you that
“Help?
you might get help?”
My God, I’ve got helpers
cup. Carl was probably the only all over the place! The thing is
man on the faculty who hadn’t worst in the morning, you see; just
been, listening to the grapevine. It when I’m waking up, not fully alert,
was almost impossible to say to him that’s the bad time. So I’ve set up
the simple fact of what had hap- a whole complicated system of
pened. Master Carl was a child of alarms. I have five clocks set; I got
the University, just as Cornut him- the superintendent’s office to rig
selfwas; like Cornut, he had been up the lights on a timed switch; I
born in the University’s medical got the night proctor to call me on
center and educated in the Univer- the house phone — all of them to-
sity’s schools. He had no taste for gether, so that when I wake up, I
the boiling, bustling Townie world wake up totally. It worked for
outside. In fact, he had very little three mornings, and, believe me,
taste for human problems at all. the only thing that the experience
Lord knew what Carl, dry as digits, resembles is being awakened by a
his head crammed with Vinogradoff pot of ice water in the face. I even
and Frenicle de Bessy, would make got Egerd to come in every morn-
of so non-mathematical a phenom- ing to stand by while I woke, just
enon as suicide. on the chance that something might
“I’ve tried to kill myself nine go wrong.”
times,” Cornut said, plunging in. “But this morning Egerd was
“Don’t ask me why; I don’t know. late?”
That’s what this morning was all “He was tardy,” Cornut correct-
about. It was my ninth try.” ed. “A minute or two more and he
Master Carl’s expression was ex- would have been late, all right. And
actly what Cornut had anticipated. so would I.”
“Don’t look so incredulous!” Carl said, “That’s not exactly the
Cornut snapped. “I don’t know any sort of help I had in mind.”
more about it than that. It’s at least “You mean the Med Center?”
as much of an annoyance to me as Cornut reached foi a cigarette. A
it is to you!” student waitress hurried over with
The house master looked help- a light. She was in one of his classes;
lessly at the photographic prints a girl named Locille. She was pretty
by his plate, as though some answer and very young. Cornut said ab-
might be there. It wasn’t. “All sently, following her with his eyes,
right,” he said, rubbing the lobes “I’ve been there, Carl. They offered
of bone over his eyes. “I understand me analysis. In fact, they were quite
your statement. Has it occurred to insistent.”
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1VT ASTER Carl’s face was lumi- Carl said testily, “Surely you can
nous with interest. Cornut, tell me more than this!”
turning back to look at him, thought ‘Well ... Yes, I suppose I can.
that he hadn’t seen Carl quite so I think I have dreams.”
absorbed in anything since their “Dreams?”
last discussion about the paper Cor- “I think so, Carl. I don’t remem-
nut was doing for him: the analysis ber very well, but it’s as though
of the discrepancies in Wolgren’s someone were telling me to do
basic statistical law. these things, someone in a position
Carl said, “I’ll you what
tell of authority. A father? I don’t re-
astonishes me. You don’t seem very member my own father, but that’s
worried about all this.” the feeling I get.”
Cornut reflected. “. . . I am, The light went out of Carl’s face.
though.” He had lost interest.
“You don’t show it. Well, is there Cornut said curiously, “What’s
anything else that’s worrying you?” the matter?”
“Worried enough to kill myself? The house master leaned back,
No. But I suppose there must be, shaking his head. “No, it’s falla-
mustn’t there? The evidence speaks cious to believe someone is telling
for itself.” you, Cornut. There isn’t anyone.
Carl stared into the empty air. I’ve checked the matter of dreams
The eyes were bright blue again; very thoroughly. Dreams come
Master Carl was operating with his from the dreamer.”
brain, examining possibilities, con- “But I only said — ”
sidering their relevancy, evolving Master Carl held up his hand.
a theory. “Only in the mornings?” “To consider any other possibili-
“Oh, no, Carl. I’m much more ty,” he lectured, in the voice that
versatile than that! I can try to kill reached three million viewers every
myself at any hour of the day or week, “involves one of two possi-
night. But it happens when I’m bilities. First, there might be a
DRUNKARD'S WALK 15
“And what about Wolgren? Any was that he had got through seven
progress with the anomalies?” weeks of this without even serious-
ly maiming himself. The all-time
The man at the Med Center had a clerk filled a hopper and flipped
been quite excited. He named five a switch, and Sticky Dick — some-
names that Cornut recognized, times written as S. T.-I (C.E.), Di.
faculty members who had died in C. — began to grind out grades on
ambiguous circumstances within the previous day’s examinations in
the past few years. One had made English, Sanskrit and the nuclear
fifteen attempts before he finally reactions of the Bethe Phoenix
succeeded in blowing himself up cycle. Student orderlies in Med
after an all-night polymerization School wheeled their sectioned
experiment in the Chem Hall. A cadavers out of the refrigerated
couple had succeeded on the first filing drawers, playing the time-
or second try. honored ribald jokes with the de-
What made Cornut exceptional tached parts. In the central Tape
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Room, the TV technicians went piled up against everyone else. The
about their endless arcane ritual of noise in the Quadrangle was hu-
testing circuitsand balancing volt- man noise and the ground did not
ages; every lecture was put on shake.
tape as a matter of course, even Locille had a happy small face,
those which were not either broad- short hair, a forthright way of walk-
cast or syndicated. ing out. She did not look worried,
Thirty thousand undergraduates but she was. He had looked so
ran hastily over the probable mood tired this morning! Also he wasn’t
of their various instructors, and eating, and that was not like him.
came to the conclusion that they If it wasn’t scrambled eggs and
mop the last drops off the stainless Of course, that wasn’t getting at
steel cooking utensils. She hung up the real problem.
her apron, checked her makeup in Locille shivered. She felt help-
live in the city across the bay — Egerd said brusquely, “Tell
or, worse, to live on one of the tex- them you can’t make it. You have
ases off the coast — with your to go out to the texas. Your brother
whole life a rattling, banging has, uh, some disease or other, and
clamor day and night and everyone your mother needs you.”
DRUNKARD'S WALK 17
Locille laughed. rockets. Anyway, if I hadn’t got
“Aw, look. I’ve got Carnegan’s there when I did, he would’ve been
boat for the evening! We can go dead. Splop. All over the Quad. At
clear down to the Hook.” that,” he said cheerfully, “I was
Locille willingly let him take kind of late.”
her hand. She liked Egerd. He was “Egerd!”
a good-looking boy and he was He stopped and looked at her.
kind. He reminded her of her “What’s the matter?”
brother . well, not of her real
. . “You shouldn’t have been late!
brother, but the brother she should Didn’t you know Master Cornut
have had. She liked Egerd. But she was relying on you? Really! That
didn’t like him. The distinction was was awful of you!”
quite clear in her mind. Egerd, for She was actually angry. Egerd
example, obviously liked her. studied her thoughtfully and
Egerd said, “Well, you don’t have stopped talking; some of the pleas-
tomake up your mind now. I’ll ask ure had gone out of the morning
you again tomorrow.” That was a for him. Abruptly he caught her
salesman’s instinct operating; it arm.
was always better to leave the pros- “Locille,” he said in a complete-
pect with a “maybe” than a “no.” ly serious tone, “please marry me
He guided her between two tall for a while. I know I’m here on a
buildings toward the back gardens scholarship and my grades are mar-
of the campus, where Agronomy ginal.But I won’t go back. Listen,
had made a little Japanese retreat I’m not going to stay with Math.
in the middle of fifteen intensively I was talking to some of the fellows
farmed acres of experimental peas at Med School. There’s a lot of
and wheat. jobs in epidemiology, and that way
“I think I got some demerits my Math credits will do me some
from old Carl this morning,” he good. I’m not asking for ten years
said gloomily. of your life. We can make it month
‘Too bad,” Locille said, al- to month, even, and if you don’t opt
though that was not an unusual for a renewal, I swear I won’t hold
phenomenon. But then he caught it against you. But let me try to
her attention. make you want to stay with me,
“I was just trying to do Cornut Locille. Please. Marry me.”
a favor. Trying? Hell, I saved his He stood looking down at her,
life!” She was all attention now. his broad, tanned face entirely
“He was practically out the win- open, waiting. She didn’t meet his
dow. Loopy! You know, I think eye.
half of these professors are off their After a moment he nodded com-
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posed ly. “I can’t compete with The analyst had the grace to
Master Comut, can I?” look embarrassed. “Front office in-
She suddenly frowned. “Egerd, terference.You’d think they’d un-
I hope you won’t feel — I mean, derstand that Mental Health
just because you’ve got the idea needs a little cooperation once in
I’m interested in Master Cornut, I a while .”
. .
studio audience. Cornut took his Behind him, on the monitor, the
place in front of the class, bowed, symbols p + q appeared in letters
nodded, smiled, and pressed the of golden fire.
pedal of the prompter until he “I presume you all remember
found his place. what the Binomial Theorem is —
He had more than a hundred unless you’ve been cutting your
students physically present. Cor- classes.” Very small laugh— actual-
nut liked a large flesh-and-blood ly a sort of sub-aural grunt, just
enrollment — because he was a tra- about what the very small jocular
ditionalist, but even more because remark deserved. “The expansion
he could tell from their faces how of p plus q is, of course, its square,
well he was getting across. This cube, fourth power and so on.” Be-
class was one of his favorites. They hind him an invisible hand began
responded to his mood, but with- multiplying p + q by itself in
out ever overdoing. They didn’t bright gold. “P plus q squared is
laugh too loudly when he made a p -squared plus two pq plus q-
conventional academic joke; they squared. P plus q cubed—” The
didn’t cough or murmur. They writer in gold noted the sum as he
never distracted the attention of spoke: p 3
-f- 3p 2 q + 3 pq- + q3 .
the huger, wider broadcast audi- “That’s simple enough, isn’t it?”
ence from himself. He paused; then, deadpan, “Well,
Cornut looked over the class then, how come Sticky Dick says
while the announcer was finishing fifteen per cent of you missed it in
the intro to the broadcast watch- the last test?” A warmer giggle,
ers. He saw Egerd, looking upset punctuated with a couple of loud,
and irritable about something, embarrassed hee-haws from the
whispering to the girl from the back. Oh, they were a very fine
faculty dining room. What was her class.
name? Locille. Lucky fellow, Cor-
nut thought absently to himself, HP HE letters and numbers wiped
and then the Binomial Theorem themselves from the screen
entered his mind — it was never far and a little red-faced comic car-
away — and displaced everything toon figure of a bricklayer dropped
else. into view and began building a
“Good morning,” he said, “and pyramid of bricks
let’s get to work. Today we’re go-
ing to take up the relationship of
Pascal’s Triangle to the Binomial
Theorem.” A sting of organ music
rode in under his words.
DRUNKARD’S WALK 21
“Now, forget about the theorem down, centuries before. “You will
for amoment. That won’t be hard note,” he said, “that each number
for some of you.” Small giggle is the sum of the two terms nearest
which he rode over. “Consider Pas- in the line above it. The Pascal Tri-
cal’sTriangle. We build it just like angle is more than a pretty pattern.
ishing fact that the sign of the five Moran did not get much benefit
terms in the expansion of (p + q) 4 from it.He had just come off the
the numbers in the fourth line of There were many of them, the
the Triangle — but he cared very accidental or disinterested dialers-
much that the image was a trifle in.But there were more, there were
fuzzy. He twisted a vernier, thousands, there were uncounted
scowled, turned it back, threw hundreds of thousands who were
switches that called in an alternate following the proceedings with ab-
circuit, and was rewarded by a sorption.
crisper, clearer image. At some re- For education was something
lay point, a tube was failing. He very precious indeed.
picked up the phone to call the The thirty thousand at the Uni-
maintenance crew. versity were the lucky ones; they
The crisper, clearer signal was had passed the tests, stiffer every
beamed up to the handiest televi- year. Not one out of a thousand
sion-relay satellite and showered passed those tests. It wasn’t only a
back down on the world. matter of intelligence; it was a
On the Sandy Hook texas, a boy matter of having the talents that
named Roger Hoskins, smelling could make a University education
seriously paused by the
of fish, fruitful — in terms of society. For
door of his room to watch. He di4 the world had to work. The world
not care about mathematics, but was too big to be idle. The land
he was a faithful viewer; his sister that had fed mere millions of peo-
was in the class, and Mom was al- ple now had to feed twelve billion.
ways grateful when he could tell
^ ORNUT’S
her that he’d caught a glimpse of television audience
their very fortunate, very seldom could, if it wished, take tests
encountered daughter. and accumulate credits. That was
In a creche over Lower Man- what Sticky Dick was for; elec-
hattan, three toddlers munched tronically, it graded papers, sup-
fibrous crackers and watched; the plied term averages and awarded
harried nursery teacher had dis- diplomas for students no professor
covered that the moving colors ever saw. Almost always the
kept them quiet. credits led nowhere. But to those
On the twenty-fifth floor of a trapped in dreary production or
tenement on Staten Island, a drearier caretaker jobs for society,
monocar motorman named Frank the hope was important.
Moran sat in front of his set while There was a young man named
DRUNKARD’S WALK 23
Max Steck, for example, who had said, “Can’t we try him now?” And
already made a small contribution one was propped on soft pillows in
to the theory of normed rings. It front of a set not more than a quar-
was not enough. Sticky Dick said ter of a mile from Cornut himself;
he would not justify a career in and he said, “It’s worth a try. The
mathematics. There were thou- son of a bitch is getting in my hair.”
sands of Max Stecks.
Then there was Charles Bing- TT was not the easiest task ever
ham. He was a reactor hand at the given Man, to explain the re-
14th Street generating plant. lationshipbetween the Pascal Tri-
Mathematics might help him, in angle and the binomial distribu-
time, become a supervising engi- tion, but Cornut was succeeding.
neer. It alsomight not — the candi- Master Carl’s little mnemonic jin-
dates for that job were already and what helped most
gles helped,
lined up a hundred deep. But there was the utter joy Cornut took
were half a million Charles Bing- in it all. It was, after all, his life. As
hams. he led the class, he felt again the
Sue-Ann Flood was the daugh- wonder he himself had felt, sitting
ter of a farmer. Her father drove in a class like this one.
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.
he could not falter. He picked up right, sir! It’s only— it was close!”
the thread of what he was saying. Close? He had all but cut his
Itch and buzz faded out of his jugular vein in two, right in front
mind . .
of his class and the watching tele-
Then he faltered again. vision world.
Something was wrong. The class The murderer inside his head
was buzzing louder. The students was getting very strong and sure,
in the first row were staring at him to brave the light of day.
with a unanimous, unprecedented
expression. The itch returned com- IV
pellingly. He scratched at it. It still
He dug at it with the ORNUT was a marked man —
itched.
pointer. C literally, now. He had a neat
No. Not with the pointer. Fun- white sterile bandage on his throat,
ny, he thought, there was the and the medics had assured him
pointer on his desk. that when the bandage was gone,
Suddenly his throat hurt very there would be a handsome scar.
much. They demanded that he stay
“Master Cornut, stop!” screamed around for a complete psycho-
someone — a girl. Tardily he recog- medical checkup. He said no. They
nized the voice, Locille’s voice, as said,“Would you rather be dead?”
she leaped to her feet, and half the He said he wasn’t going to die.
class with her. His throat was a They said, “How can you be sure?”
quick deep pain, like fire. A warm But, as it turned out, the clinic was
tickling thread slipped across his not going to be free for that sort of
chest — blood! From his throat! thing for a couple of hours, and he
He stared at the thing in his fought his way free.
hand, and it was not the pointer at He was furious at the medics for
all but the letter opener, steel and annoying him, at himself for being
sharp. Confused and panicked, he such a fool, at Egerd for staunch-
wheeled to gaze at the monitor. ing the flow of his blood, at Locille
There was his own face, over a for seeing it. His patience with the
throat that bore a slash of blood! world was exhausted.
DRUNKARD’S WALK 25
26 G
Cornut strode like a beam- the books in the library. Every one
guided aircar to the Math Tower of the three hundred glanced once
gym, looking neither to left nor quickly at Cornut as he came in,
right, for he knew what he would then away — some with a muffled
see. Eyes. The eyes of everyone laugh, some with sympathy, the
on the campus looking at him. worst with an unnatural lack of
He found an undergraduate who any expression at all. So much for
was reasonably willing to mind his the grapevine.
own business (the boy only looked Damn them, Cornut thought bit-
slightly doubtful when Cornuf terly, you’d think no professor ever
chose his epee, but one glimpse of tried to suicide before.
Cornut’s face made his own turp He couldn’t help overhearing
into opaque stone), and they some of the whispers
fenced for a murderous half-hour. “And that’s at least the seventh
The medics had told Cornut to be time. It’s because he’s desperate
Wahl at .last noticed that Cornut clear. What I want to know, Green-
was present and punched his lease, is how I can visualize the
DRUNKARD’S WALK 29
ably at St. Cyr, but St. Cyr was unjust — like an ivory hunter who,
apparently absorbed. “Well,” carrying a .400 Express in his
Greenlease said. “Uh. The concept crooked arm, cannot quite see how
of color doesn’t apply. Light waves to cope with the attack of a hungry
are too long.” mosquito. Greenlease seemed on
“Ah! I see!” Carl was fascinated. the point of reviewing atomic struc-
“Well, what about the shape? I’ve ture back through Bohr and well
seen those tinker-toy constructions. on the way to Democritus.
The atoms are little balls and “I’ll tell you what,” he said at
they’re held together with plastic last. “Stop around tomorrow if you
rods — suppose they represent
I can. I have some plates made un-
connecting force. Are they any- der the electron-microscope.”
thing like the real thing?” “Oh, thank you!” cried Carl
“The connecting force is real with enthusiasm. “Tomorrow —
enough, but you can’t see it — or But tomorrow I’ll be off on this
maybe you could, at that.” Green- con—” He smiled at St. Cyr. “To-
lease, like most of the faculty mem- morrow I’ll be with the Field Ex-
bers present, had had a bit more pedition. Well, as soon as I get
than enough; he was not of a tem- back, Greenlease. Don’t forget.”
per to try to interpret molecular He warmly shook hands and the
forces in tinker-toy terms for pro- chemist went quickly away.
fessors who, whatever their status Cornut hissed angrily: “That’s
in number theory, were physical- what I want to talk to you about.”
chemical idiots. “Maybe you could, Carl looked startled but
that you could see the atoms
is, if pleased. “I didn’t know you were
in the first place.One is no more interested in my little experiments,
impossible than the other. But the Cornut. That was quite fascinating.
connecting force would not look I’ve always thought of a molecule
like a rod, any more than the gravi- of silver nitrate, for example, as
tation that holds the Moon to the being black or silvery. Perhaps
Earth would look like a rod . . . that’swhere my work has gone
Let’s see . . . Do you know
what I wrong. Greenlease says—”
mean by the word ‘valence’? No. “No, I’m not talking about that.
Well, do you know enough atomic I mean the Field Expedition. I
theory to know what part is played can’t go.”
by the number of electrons in — Or
look at it a different way.”
Greenlease paused. By his ex- AN observer a yard away would
have thought that all of St.
pression,he was getting seriously Cyr’s attention was on Wahl; he
annoyed, in a way he considered had lost interest in the dialogue
30 GALAXY
between Carl and Greenlease min- faculty came a man and a woman
utes before. But the old head with the tense, nervous bearing of
turned like a parabolic mirror. The Townies. The woman carried a pho-
faded blue eyes radared in on totaper; the man was a reporter
Cornut. The slow metronome from one of the nets.
ticked:“You must go, Cor-nut.” “President St. Cyr? Thanks for
“Must go? Of course you must inviting us. We’ll have a whole
go. Good heavens, Cornut! Don’t crew here when your expedition
mind him, President. Certainly gets back, but I wonder if we can’t
he’ll go.” get a few photographs now. As I
“But I have all the Wolgren to understand it, you’ve located seven
get through—” aboriginals. I see. It’s a whole tribe,
“And then a su-i-cide to com- then, but seven are being brought
mit.” The muscles at the corner of back here. And who is the head of
the mouth tried to twitch the blue the expedition? Oh, naturally.
lips upward, to show that it was a Millie, will you be sure to get
pleasantry. President St. Cyr?”
But Cornut was nettled. “Sir, I The reporter’s thumb was on
don’t intend to—” the trigger of his voicetaper, get-
“You did not intend to this ting down the fact that nine fac-
morn-ing.” ultymembers were going to bring
Carl interrupted. “Cornut, be back the seven aboriginals, that
quiet. President, that was distress- the expedition would leave, in two
ing, of course. I’ve had a full re- planes, at nine o’clock that night,
port on and I believe we can
it so as to arrive at their destination
pass it an accident. Perhaps
off as in early morning, local time; and
it was an accident. I don’t know. It that the benefits to anthropologi-
would have been quite easy to pick cal research would surely be be-
up the paper-knife in error.” yond calculation.
Cornut said, “But—” Cornut drew Master Carl aside.
“In an-y case, he must go.” “I don’t want to go! What the hell
“Naturally, President. You un- does this have to do with mathe-
derstand that, don’t you, Cornut?” matics anyhow?”
“But-” “Now, please, Cornut. You
“You will take the ad-vance heard the President. It has nothing
plane, please. I want you to be to do with mathematics, no, but
there when I ar-rive.” it is purely a ceremonial function
DRUNKARD’S WALK 31
of your, uh, accidents have reached examining table was tipped so that
him. Don’t cause friction.” he could step off, and as he dressed,
“What about the Wolgren? a photoelectric eye behind where
What about my, uh, accidents? garments had hung glanced at him,
Even here I nearly kill myself, and opened the door to the outside cor-
I’m all set up against it. What will ridor and said, “Thank you. Wait
I do without Egerd and my system in the outer office, please,” from
of alarms?” a machine-operated tape.
“I’ll be with you.” Master Carl, in a fluster, found
“No, Carl!” him waiting.
Carl said, speaking very clearly, “Good heavens, boy! Do you
“You are going.” The eyes were know the plane’s about to take off?
star sapphires. And the president especially said
Cornut studied the eyes for a we were to go in the first plane.
moment, and then gave up. When Come on! I’ve a scooter waiting!”
Carl got that expression and that “Sorry.”
tone of voice, it meant that argu- “What the devil do you mean,
ment served no further useful pur- sorry? Come on!”
pose. Since Cornut loved the old Cornut said flatly, “I agreed to
man, he always stopped arguing go. I will go. But, as there is some
at that point. feeling,shared by yourself, that
“I’m going,” he said. But the the medics can help keep me from
expression on his face would have killing myself, Ido not intend to
soured wine. leave this building until they tell
me what I must do. I am waiting
ORNUT packed — it took five for the results of my examination
'-'4 minutes — and went back to now.”
the clinic to see if diagnostic space Master Carl said, “Oh.” He
was free. It was not. He was cut- glanced at the clock on the wall. “I
ting his time very close — takeoff see.”He sat down beside Cornut
for the first plane was in less than thoughtfully, but then suddenly he
an hour — but mulishly he took a grinned. “Quite right, boy. The
seat in the reception room and stol- president can’t argue with that.”
idly he did not look at the clock. Cornut relaxed. He said, “Well,
When the examination room was you go ahead, Carl. No reason for
available, things went briskly. His both of us to get in trouble—”
vital statistics were machine- “Trouble?” Cornut realized it
measured and machine-studied, his had finally occurred to the house
blood spectrum was machine-chro- master that this trip was a sort of
matographed, automatically the vacation; he was practicing for a
32 GALAXY
holiday mood. “Why should there Three weeks, thought Cornut—
be any trouble? You have a good that’s how long I have — with luck.
reason for not being on time. I, too, “And, truly, you need a wife. It
have a good reason for waiting for is bad for a man to go through life
you. After all, the president urged alone.”
me to bring the Wolgren analysis Cornut snapped, “How about
along. He’s quite interested, you you?”
know. And I did not see it in your “I’m old. You’re young. How
room, so I suppose it is in your long is it since you’ve had a wife?”
bags. Therefore I will wait for your Cornut was obstinately silent.
bags.” “You see? There are many
Cornut protested, “But it isn’t lovely young girls in the Univer-
anywhere near finished!” sity. They would be proud. Any of
Carl actually winked. “Now, do them.”
you suppose he’ll know the differ- Cornut did not want mind to
his
ence? Be flattered that he is in- roam the corridors that had just
terested enough to pretend to look been opened for it, but it did.
at it!” “Besides, you will have her with
“Well, all right. But how the you at all the dangerous times. You
devil did he hear about it in the won’t need Egerd.”
first place?” mind ran back quickly
Cornut’s
“I told him, of course. I — I’ve and began to trace a more familiar
had occasion to discuss you with less attractive maze. “I’ll think
him a good deal, these past few about it,” he said at last, just as the
days.” Carl’s expression lost some medic came in with his report, a
of its glow. “Cornut,” he said se- couple of boxes of pills and a sheaf
verely, “we can’t let this go on, of papers. The report was negative,
can we? Your life must be regular- all down the line. The pills? They
ized. Take a wife.” were just in case — they couldn’t
hurt; they might help.
^MASTER CARL!” Cornut And the sheaf of papers The . . .
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As fast as the scooter would go, ently everyone else in the jet was
they got to the aircraft park — just asleep. Or pretending to be.
in time to see the first section of Only St. Cyr, way up front,
the Field Expedition lift itself off propped on pneumatic pillows in
the ground with a great whistling the semicircular lounge, looked as
roar on its VTO jets. much awake as he ever did. But it
Muchto Comut’s surprise, Mas- was better not to talk to St. Cyr.
ter Carl was not upset. “Oh, well,” Carl was aware that most conver-
he said, “we had our reasons. It sations involving himself turned,
isn’t as though we were arbitrarily sooner or later, to either his private
late. And anyway—” he allowed researches or to number theory. As
himself another wink, the second he knew more about either than
in a quarter of an hour— “this gives anyone else alive, they wound up
us a chance to ride in the presi- as lectures. That was no good with
dent’s private plane, eh? Real liv- St. Cyr. He had made it clear long
ing for us underprivileged ago that he was not interested in
Gownies!” He even opened his being instructed by the instructors
mouth to chuckle, but he didn’t do he hired.
it, or if he did the sound was not Also he was in a bad mood.
heard. It was odd, thought Master Carl,
Overhead, there was a gruff less in resentment than in a spirit
giant’s cough and a bright spray of of scientific inquiry, but St. Cyr
flame. They looked up. Flame, had been quite furious with Cornut
flame all over the heavens, falling and Carl for no good reason. It
in great white droplets to the Earth. could not have been for missing
“My God!” said Cornut softly. the first plane. If they’d caught it,
“That was our plane!” they would have died, just like its
crew and the four graduate stu-
IV dents it carried. But St. Cyr had
been furious, the tick-tock voice
^lV'OTHING loath,” said hoarse and breathless, the hairless
-L ’ Master Carl thoughtfully, eyebrows almost scowling.
“I kissed your concubine.” He Master Carl took his eyes away
squinted out the window of the jet, from the window and abandoned
savoring the sentence. It was good, the question of St. Cyr. Let him
yes, but was it perfect? sulk. Carl didn’t like problems that
A towering cumulonimbus, far had no solution.Nothing loath, I
below, caught his attention and kissed your concubine. But
distracted him. He sighed. He mightn’t it be better to write it as
didn’t feel like working. Appar- a song?
34 GALAXY
He became conscious of a beery Z"'1 ARL went on, “But it’s nega-
breath on the back of his neck. tive. Also there is the chance
“I’m glad you’re awake, Wahl,” that ‘no’ can be misread for
he said, turning, his face inches ‘nought’ or ‘nothing’— meaning zero.
away from the hung-over face of So I tried the reverse approach. A
the anthropologist. “Let me have square can end in zero, one, four,
your opinion, please. Which is eas- five, six or nine. Letting the ejacu-
ier to remember: ‘Nothing loath, I lative ‘O’ stand for ‘zero,’ I then
kissed your concubine.’ Or: ‘Last wrote: ‘Last digit? O, a potential
”
digit? O, a potential square!’ square.’ Four, five, zero, one, nine
Wahl shuddered. “A little pity, and six — you see? Excuse me.
please. I just this minute woke I’m so used to lecturing to under-
up.” graduates that sometimes I tend
“Why, I don’t think that matters. to overexplain. But, although that
It might help. The whole idea is has a lot to recommend it, it doesn’t
to present the mnemonic in a form have — well — yumph.” He smiled
that is available under any condi- with a touch of embarrassment.
tions — including,” Master Carl “So, just on an inspiration, I came
said delicately, “a digestive upset.” up with ‘Nothing loath, I kissed
He rotated his chair to face your concubine.’ Rather catchy,
Wahl, flipping through his note- no?”
book to display a scribbled page. “It’s all of that, Carl,” agreed
“Can you read that? The idea, you Wahl, rubbing his temples. “Say,
see, is toprovide a handy recogni- where’s Cornut?”
tion feature for quick factoring of “You realize that the ‘nothing’
”
aliquot numbers. Now you know, again is ‘zero.’
of course, that all squares can end “Oh, there he is. Hey, Cornut!”
in only one of six digits. No square “Let the boy sleep!” Carl
can end in two, three, seven or snapped, jolted out of his concen-
eight.So my first idea — I’m still tration. He leaned forward to look
not sure that I wasn’t on the right into the wing-backed seat ahead of
track — was to use, ‘No, quantity him and was gratified to find that
not squared.’ You see the utility, Cornut was still snoring faintly.
I’m sure. Two letters in the first Wahl burst into a laugh, stopped
word, ‘no.’ Eight letters in ‘quan- abruptly and clutched his head.
tity,’ three in ‘not’ and seven in After a moment he said, “You take
‘squared.’ It’s easy to remember, I care of him like he was your baby.”
think, and it’s self-defining. I con- “There is no need to take that
sider that a major advantage.” sort of tone.”
“Oh, it is,”groaned Wahl. “I’ve heard of accident-prones,
DRUNKARD’S WALK 35
but this one’s fantastic. Wrecks “Dirty hovels,” he growled.
planes that he ought to be in but It was raining beneath them —
isn’t!” no, around them — no, over. They
Master Carl bit back his rejoin- were through the patchy cloud
der, paused to regain his temper layer, and the “hovels” Wahl had
and pondered an appropriate re- glimpsed were clear beneath. Out
mark. He was saved the trouble. of the patches of clouds, rain was
The jet lurched slightly and the falling.
over him until his eyes were open. screaming thinly as they
“Are you all right?” touched the wet concrete runway.
Cornut blinked, yawned and A short, dark man with an umbrella
stretched his muscles. “I guess so. ran out and, holding it protectively
Yes.” over St. Cyr’s head, escorted them
‘We’re about to land.” There to the administration building,
was relief in Carl’s voice. He had though the rain had nearly stopped.
not expected anything to happen. It was evident that St. Cyr’s
Why should it? But there had reputation and standing were
been the chance that something working for them. The whole party
might. “I can get you a cup of cof- was passed through customs under
fee from the galley.” seal; the brown-skinned inspec-
“Yes, I’d like — no, never mind. tors didn’t even touch the bags.
We’ll be down in a minute.” One of them prowled around the
Below them, the island was slip- stack of the Field Expedition’s
ping back and forth slantwise, like luggage, carrying a portable voice-
a falling leaf — a leaf that was fall- typer. “Research instruments,” he
ing upward, at least to them, be- chanted, singsong, and the ma-
cause it was growing enormously chine clacked out its entry. “Re-
fast. search instruments . .Research
.
40 GALAXY
Itwas only chance that they had I haven’t got all day, you know!”
gone off without him; probably Carl morosely followed her into
Master Carl would be furious. the building. He wondered how,
It also occurred to him that it even for a moment and at a dis-
was comfortable here. tance, he had taken her for a child.
On
an island as small as this, he Bright blue eyes under blonde hair,
would have no trouble finding yes; but the eyes were bloodshot,
them when he wanted them. Mean- the hair a yellow mop draped on a
while he still had some beer, and skull.Loathing her, and worrying
he had all these reports, and it did about Cornut, he climbed a flight
not seem particularly disturbing to of steps, went through a barred
him that, though he read them all door and looked into a double-
from beginning to end, he still barred room.
found none where the course of “The ab-o-rig-i-nes,” St. Cyr
the syndrome had taken
more than said in his toneless voice.
ten weeks to reach its climax. Ten was the local jail, and it had
It
weeks. only one cell, and that cell was
He had twenty days left. packed with a dozen or more
short, olive-skinned, ragged men
1%/TASTER Carl demanded: and women. There were no chil-
1*J. “Turn back! You can’t leave dren. No children, thought Master
the poor boy to die!” Carl petulantly, but they had
St. Cyr whinnied surprisingly. promised an entire population to
The woman shrrilled: “He’ll be all select from! These were all old.
right.What’s the matter, you want The youngest of them seemed at
to spoil his fun? Give the kid a least a hundred.
chance to kill himself, will you?” “Observe them care-ful-ly,”
Carl took a deep breath. Then came St. Cyr’s slow voice. “There
he started again, but it was no is not a per-son there more than
use; they insisted on treating the fif-ty years old.”
matter lightly. He slumped back Master Carl jumped. Mind-
in his seat and stared out the reading again! He thought with a
window. touch of envy how wonderful it
The helipopper came down in must be to be so wise, so experi-
front of a building larger than most enced, so all-understanding that
of the prefabs. It had glass in the one could know, as St. Cyr knew,
windows, and bars over the glass. what another person was thinking
Madame Sant’ Anna leaped up before he spoke it aloud. It was the
like a stick doll and shrilled, sort of wisdom he hoped his. sub-
“Everybody out! Hop to it, now! ordinates would attribute to him;
DRUNKARD’S WALK 41
and they didn’t; and it hurt to see faded, the gold was soiled, but
Cyr it existed.
that in St. once they had been bright. Across
Master Carl moved fretfully the gold stripe was a five-pointed
down the corridor, looking through star of yellow cloth. The shortest
the electrified bars at the aborig- of the men, the one who looked up
ines. A man in flowered
sallow fat when the translator spoke, had a
shorts came through the door,
in red patch with much more gold on
bowed to blonde woman,
the it, and with three stars of greenish,
bowed to St. Cyr, stared contemp- tarnished metal. Another man had
tuously through the others, and a plain red patch with three cloth
offered a slight inclination of the stars.
42 GALAXY
captain; he is in charge of all of by collars and cuffs and the hems
them, I believe. The heicho — of their shorts. Carl took as much
that’s the woman — is, the captain of it as he could, and then he
tells, a sort of junior corporal. walked out— leaving them nakedly
More important than the other proud beside their rags, while the
fellow, who is what they say a medics fussed and muttered over
superior private.” them like livestock judges handing
“I don’t know what a corporal out ribbons.
or a private is.” It was not only that he was tired
“Who does? But to them it is of the natives — whose interest to
important, it seems.” The transla- a mathematician was not zero, no,
tor hesitated, grinned, and but a quantity vanishingly small.
wheezed: “Also, they are related. More than that, he wanted to find
The tai-i- is daddy, the heicho is Cornut.
mommy, the joto-hei is son. All
named Masatura-san.” TN the light of a huge moon, Carl
“Dirty looking things,” Master -* retraced his steps to where the
DRUNKARD’S WALK 43
about the native cafeteria, the
counterman had watched Cornut, ^ ORNUT
mouth
woke up with a sick
and a banging head.
failing to finish his sandwich and Master Carl was seated at a field
coffee, stagger back to — the air- desk, a shaded light over his head.
port again. There the traffic tower “Oh, you’re up. Good. I had the
had seen him come in, try to get porter call me a few minutes
transportation to follow the others, early, in case—”
fail, and stagger off into the jungle “Yes. I know.” Cornut waggled
on the level truck road. his jaw experimentally, but that
He had been hardly able to was not a pleasant experiment.
keep his eyes open, the towerman Still, he felt very good. He had not
44 GALAXY
.
DRUNKARD’S WALK 45
Anna has asked for a helper to get lemsmen need never know.
the aboriginals to Valparaiso,” he Womanhood has always been a
said thoughtfully. “I think I’ll help triumph of artifice over the animal
her out.” within.
And here, as we say, is Locille,
V twenty years old, student child of
a retired subway enginer and his
'
I ' EN thousand miles away, in retired social-worker wife.
the early afternoon, Locille was She is young.
not very close to Egerd at all. She is nubile.
“Sorry,” she said. “I would like She has the health of a plow-
to. But— mare.
Egerd stood up. What can she know of myster-
“What’s the record for suicid- ies?
ers?” he said angrily. “Ten weeks? But she knew.
Good enough. I’ll be around to see
you again — along about the first the night the Field Expedi-
of the month.” ^-^tion was due to return, Locille
He stalked out of the girls’ day- was excused all of her evening
room. classes. She took advantage of an
Locille sighed, but as she did hour of freedom to telephone her
not know what to do about Egerd’s parents, out on the texas. She dis-
jealousy, she did nothing. It was covered, as she had discovered a
difficult to be a girl sometimes. hundred times before, that there
For here’s Locille, a girl, a pretty was nothing to say between them;
girl, full of a girl’s problems. It is a and returned to the kitchens of the
girl’sbusiness to keep her prob- Faculty Mess in time to take up
lems to herself. It is a girl’s busi- her duties for the evening.
ness to looked poised and lovely. The occasion was the return of
And available. the Field Expedition. It promised
It is not true that girls are made to be a monstrous feast.
of sugar and spice. These mysteri- More than two hundred visiting
ous creatures, enameled of com- notables would be present, as well
plexion, scented with distant flower as most of the upper faculty of the
fields and musk, constricted here University itself. The kitchens
and enlarged there — they are ani- were buzzing with activity. All six
mals, as men are animals, sustained C.E.s were on duty, all busy.
by the same sludgy trickle of partly The Culinary Engineer in
fermented organic matter — and charge of Sauces and Gravies spied
indeed with a host of earthy prob- Locille first and drafted her to
46 GALAXY
help him, but there was a struggle; “I have to go to Valparaiso,” he
the Engineer whose charge was said. “There are six other aborigi-
Pastries knew her and wanted her nals who
are going to South Amer-
too. Sauces and Gravies won out, ica, and Master Carl picked me to
and Locille found herself emulsi- go along.”
fying caked steer blood and pow- She started to answer, but the
dered spices in a huge metal vat. young instructor, Master Cornut,
The sonic whine of the emulsifier was wandering into the room, look-
and the staccato hiss of the steam ing thoughtful.
as she valved it expertly into the Egerd looked thoughtfully back
mixture drowned out the roar of at him.
the settling jet — the Field Expedi- “I wondered why Carl picked
tion had returned without her me for this,” he said, not bitterly,
knowing it. but with comprehension. “Good
The first clue she had was when enough.” He turned to leave
therewas a commotion at one end through another door. “He can
of the kitchens, and she turned, have his chance — for the next
and there was Egerd, shepherding sixteen days.”
three short,
didn’t recognize.
He saw
sallow persons
her. “Locille!
she
Come on
T HOUGHTFUL Cornut looked,
and thoughtful he was. He had
over and meet the aboriginals!” never proposed marriage before.
She hesitated and glanced at her “Hello, Locille,” he said for-
who pantomimed take-ten-if-
C.E., mally.
it-won’t-spoil-the-gravy. Locille She said, “Hello, Master Cor-
slipped off her gauntlets, set the nut.”
automatic timers and thermostats He said, “I, uh, want to ask you
and ducked past the kneading, bak- something.”
ing, pressure-cooking machines of She said nothing.
the Faculty Kitchen toward Egerd He looked around the kitchen
and his trophies. as though he had never been in
“They’re Japanese,” he said it before, which was probably so.
proudly. “You’ve heard of World He said, ‘Would you like to — ah —
War Two? They were abandoned would you like to meet me on
on an island, and their descend- Overlook Tower tomorrow?”
ants have been there ever since. “Certainly, Master Cornut.”
Say, Locille—” “That’s fine,” he said politely,
She took her eyes off the aborig- nodding, and was halfway into the
inals to look at Egerd. He seemed dining room before he realized he
both angry and proud. hadn’t told her what time. Maybe
DRUNKARD’S WALK 47
she thought he expected her to a queer, alone moment when he
stand there all day long! realized he was staggering around
He hurried back. “At noon?” the empty kitchen, calling Locille’s
“Yes, Master Cornut.” name to the cold copper caldrons.
“And don’t make any plans for Somehow, God knows how, he
the evening,” he commanded, hur- found himself in the elevators of
rying away. It was embarrassing. Math Tower, when it must have
He had never proposed marriage been very late, and Egerd in a
before, and had not succeeded in cream-colored robe was trying to
proposing now. help him into his room. He knew
But he was wrong. He had. He he said something to Egerd that
didn’tknow it, but Locille did. must have been either coarse or
The rest of the evening passed cruel, because the boy turned away
very rapidly for Cornut. The din- from him and did not protest when
ner was a great success. The Cornut locked his door, but he did
aborigines were a howl. They not know what coarse or cruel
passed among the guests, smoking thing he had said. Had he men-
their pipe of peace with anyone tioned Locille? When had he not!
who cared to try it, which was He fell sprawled on his bed,
everyone, and as the guests got giggling. He had mentioned Locille
drunker, the aborigines, respond- a thousand times that night, and he
ing to every toast with a loud Ban- stroked the pillow beside him as
zai!, then a hoarse one, then a he drifted off to sleep.
simper — the aborigines got
drunker still. 1TE drifted off to sleep and
Cornut caught glimpses of Lo- halted, for a moment sober,
cille from time to time at first, then for a moment terrified, knowing
not at all. He asked after her, that he was on the verge of sleep,
asked the waitress, asked the abo- again alone. But he could not stop.
rigines, finally found himself ask- He could not stop because he
ing — or telling — about Locille was a molecule in a sea of soapy
with his arm around the flaccid soup and Master Carl was hurling
shoulders of Master Wahl. He was him into the arms of Locille.
quite drunk early, and he kept on Master Carl was hurling him at
drinking. He had moments of clar- Locille because Egerd had hurled
ity. Master Carl listening patiently him at Master Carl; Locille thrust
while Cornut tried to demonstrate him at St. Cyr, and St. Cyr, voice-
Brownian motion — the Drunk- lessly chuckling, hurled him clear
ard’s Walk of molecules — in, ap- out of the jar, and he could not
propriately, a rye-and-ginger-ale; stop.
48 GALAXY
He could not stop because St. It had been a most peculiar
Cyr told him: “You are a mole- dream. It did not seem like a
cule, drunken molecule. You are dream. His afternoon lecture, with
a molecule, drunk and random, Pogo Possum drawling hickory-
without path. You are a drunken bark rules for factoring large in-
molecule and you cannot stop.” tegers, was much more fantasy in
He could not stop though the his mind than the dream-scene of
greatest voice in the world was himself contemplating himself,
at him: “YOU CAN
shouting staggering drunk and with a bottle
ONLY DRUNKEN MOL-
DIE, in his hand, trapped in the cease-
DRUNKARD’S WALK 49
was not manned at that hour, ex- look Landing, nearly two hundred
cept for emergencies, but because feet over her head. If Cornut was
Cornut was a returnee, he was ad- there, she couldn’t see him. She
mitted to the automatic diagnosis rode up on the outside escalators,
machines. twining round the huge hexagonal
It was very much the same as tower, for the sake of the air and
the experience before the Field Ex- the view.
pedition, except that there was no It was a lovely view — the clean
human doctor at all. A mechanical white rectahedron of the Biologi-
finger inserted a hair-thin tendril dome-shaped Clinic
cals factory, the
into his arm and tasted his blood, under the spreading feet of the
compared with the recent chro-
it pylon itself, the bright University
matograph, and whirred thought- buildings, the green of the lawns,
fully while it considered if there the two dissimilar blues of water
had been changes. In a moment the and sky.
Solution light winked pink, there Lovely . . .
50 GALAXY
said. “I don’t mind that. No sort son why I wish to take a wife is
of physical problem, I suppose?” to guard against any more acci-
“No.” She didn’t meet his eye dents. Do you
understand?”
that time, though. For there was a “I understand that, Master Cor-
sort of physical problem, in a way. nut.”
There couldn’t have been a preg- “Very good. Very good.” He took
nancy without a man, and she had another pill out of the box, hesi-
avoided that. tated, glanced at it.
“Of course you did. You woke will take a walk around the cam-
me up — ”
pus, Locille. I need it.”
She shook her head. “You did it “Certainly.” She waited, polite
by yourself, you know. You did.” and calm.
He looked at her with irritation, “Perhaps I shall be back before
then with doubt. And then, at last, you are asleep,” he went on. “Per-
he looked at her with the beginning haps not. Perhaps — ” He was
of hope. rambling. He nodded, cleared his
throat, picked up his cloak and left.
VII No one was in the corridor out-
side, no one in sight in the hall.
Hr HE ceremony was very simple. There was a thin electronic peep
Master Carl officiated. There from the robot night-proctors, but
was a friendly meal, and then they that was all right. 'Master Cornut
were left alone, Locille and Cornut, was no undergraduate, to wriggle
by the grace of the magisterial under the scanning beams. It was
power vested in house masters man come and go as he
his privilege to
and wife. chose.
They went to his room. He chose to go.
“You’d better rest,” said Locille. He walked out onto the campus,
“Right.” He sprawled on the bed. quiet under a yellow moon, the
He was very much aware of her, bridge overhead ghostly silver.
now now doing woman-
studying, There was no reason why he should
like tasks around his room — no, be so emotionally on edge. Locille
theirroom. She was as inconspicu- was only a student.
ous as a flesh-and-blood person The fact remained — he was on
could be, moving quickly when die edge.
52 GALAXY
But why should he be? Student displaced the rights of the lower, as
marriage was good for the students, an atom of fluorine will drive oxy-
good for the masters; custom sanc- gen out of a compound. But should
tioned it; and Master Carl, from it be that way?
the majesty of his house master’s It was that way — if that was an
post, he had suggested it in the first answer.
place. And all of class, all of privileges,
Queerly, he kept thinking of all of law, seemed to be working
Egerd. to produce one single commodity—
There had been a look on young a product which, of all the world’s
Egerd’s face, and maybe that was goods, is unique it has never
in that
what bothered him. Master Cornut been never quite
in short supply,
was not so many years past his satisfied its demand and yet never
sheepskin that he could dismiss the failed to find a market: babies.
possible emotions of an undergrad- Wherever you looked, babies. In
uate. Custom, privilege and law to the creches in the women’s dorms,
one side, the fact remained that a in the playrooms attached to the
student quite often did feel jealous rooms of the masters — babies.
of a master’s prerogatives. While a It was almost as though it had
student, Cornut himself had con- been planned that way; custom and
tracted no liaisons to be interfered law determined the fact that as
with. But other students had. And many adult humans as possible
there was no doubt that, in Egerd’s spend as much of their time as pos-
immature, undergraduate way, he sible in performing the acts that
might well be jealous. made babies arrive. Why? What
was the drive that produced so
13 UT what did that matter? many babies?
Egerd’s jealousy could harm It wasn’t a matter of sex alone —
only himself. No serf, raging in- it was babies. Sex was perfectly
wardly against his lord’s jus primae possible and joyous under condi-
noctis, was less able to make his tions that made the occurrence of
anger felt than Egerd. But some- babies utterly impossible; science
how Cornut was feeling it. had arranged that decades, even
He felt almost guilty. centuries, before. But contracep-
He was no logician; he was tion was no answer. And so, all
Mathematics. But this whole con- over the world, this uncomplicated
cept of right, he thought as he paced and unaided practice of baby-mak-
along the river bank, needed some ing added a clear two per cent to
study. What the world sanctioned the world’s population every time
was clear: The rights of the higher the Earth sailed around the Sun.
DRUNKARD’S WALK 53
Two per cent per year! by the sound; and the bell con-
There were now something over tinued to ring. Then he realized it
twelve billion persons alive. Next was connected with the door. It was
year’s census would show two per his automatic alarm bell, rigged by
cent more than that. And why? himself. But he had not connected
What made babies so popular? it this night.
Crazy as it was, the conclusion He stepped in quickly, threw a
forced on Master Cornut: It
itself scowl at the undergraduate, and
was planned that way. closed the door. The ringing
By whom, he wondered, settling stopped.
down to a long night’s thoughtful Locille was rising from the bed
ramble and a pursuing of the line — his bed.
of thought to its last extreme — Her hair was braided about her
But not tonight, because he head and her eyes were downcast
looked up and there was his own but bright. She had not been asleep.
dorm. His feet had known more She said, “You must be tired.
clearly than he the ultimate answer Would you like me to fetch you
to the question: Babies? something to eat?”
He was back at the entrance of He said in a tremblingly stern
Math Tower where the girl, Locille, voice, “Locille, why did you bug
was waiting. the door?”
“Why, to wake me up when you
r¥', HE thing was — the bed. She came in. The bell was there. I only
had had a bed of her own had to turn it on.”
moved into the room, for that was “And why?”
the way it was done; but of course “Why?” she said. “I wanted to.”
there was his bed already there, And she yawned, rather prettily,
much larger, so that — and excused herself with a smile,
Well, which bed would she be in? and turned to straighten the covers
He took a deep breath, nodded on the bed.
blindly to the unseeing electronic Cornut, watching her from be-
night-proctor, and opened the door hind as he had never watched her
of his room. from the front, made note of two in-
A riotous alarm bell shattered credible facts.
the stillness. The first was that this girl, Lo-
Master Cornut stood staring, cille, was beautiful. She was wear-
stupidly, while the flesh-and-blood ing very little, only a sleeping skirt
undergraduate charged with super- and a sleeping yoke, and there was
vising the corridors came peering no doubt of her figure; and she was
worriedly around the comer, drawn wearing no makeup that the eye
54 GALAXY
could see, and there was no doubt Cornut leaned back against the
about her face. pillow.
Amazing, Cornut told himself, Why, it was a pleasant morning,
had never entered into his calcu- a segment joined on without a trace
lations. It had never occurred to or seam where he *>ad never sus-
him that she might want him. pected a segment was missing.
Quick-quick, she was dressed;
rF' AP, tap. The shook him
girl much too quickly. “You,” said Cor-
awake — fully awake. “What nut, “are in much too much of a
do you want?” Cornut cried crossly hurry to get out of here.”
at the door. Beside him, Locille Locillecame and sat on the edge
made a face, a sweet, a mock-arro- of the bed. Even in the uniform
gant face, that was a tender carica- she was beautiful now. That was
ture of his own; so that by the time another amazing thing. It was like
the morning-proctor opened the knowing that a chalice was purest
door a crack and peered around it, gold under the enamel; the colors
Cornut was smiling at him. were the same, the design was the
Wonders never-ceasing, thought same; but suddenly what had been
the proctor, and said timidly, “Mas- a factory product was become a
ter Cornut, it is eight o’clock.” work of art, simply through know-
Cornut drew the covers over Lo- ing what graces lay underneath.
cille’s bare shoulder. “Go away,” he She said, “That is because I am
said. “Thanks, but go away.” in a hurry to return.” She looked at
The door closed, and one of Lo- him again, questioningly. “You
cille’s pink slippers slapped lightly won’t go back to sleep?”
against it. She raised the other to “Of course not.” She was frown-
toss after the first. Cornut caught ing slightly, he saw with fondness,
her arm, laughing very softly; and reminding him of the reason he had
she turned to him, not quite laugh- sought a companion in the first
ing, and kissed him, and sprang place — that old reason.
away. She kissed him, rose, found her
“And stay awake,” she warned. carry-all where she had left it on
“I have to go to class.” a chair, and her books. She caroled
DRUNKARD’S WALK 55
” .
softly to herself: “Strike the Twos from going back to sleep again. It
and strike the Threes, the Sieve of felt as though he had been lying
She blew him a kiss, and a smile; grance behind her. Beautiful fra-
and she was gone. grance of Locille. Beautiful name.
Beautiful girl. He caught himself
ORNUT yawning again —
C dutifully got
found himself the pillbox with
up,
Yawning?
the red and green sleeping regula- Yawning!
tors, took one and returned to bed. He blinked the eyes that were
He had never felt better in his life. much too heavy, and tried to turn
He lay back against the pillow, the very weary head. Yawning!
utterly relaxed and at peace. He But after two wake-up pills — or
had bought himself an alarm clock was it three — or six?
and it turned out to be a wife. He History was repeating!
smiled at the low cream ceiling and Red pills for wake-up, green for
stretched and yawned. What a per- sleep. The green pills, he sobbed in
fectly fine bargain! What a super- his thoughts, he’d been taking the
perfect alarm clock! green ones!
And that reminded him. He Oh, Lord, he whimpered sound-
glanced at his watch, but he’d taken lessly — oh, Lord, why now? Why
it off, and the wall clock was out of did you wait to catch me until I
his angle of vision. Well, no matter; cared?
the wake-up pill would keep him — FREDERIK POHL
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Earth was being bet on to break
By L. J. STECHER, JR.
HE
T sight of
on Vega III,
an Earthman
where it was
impossible for an outlander
to be, brought angry crowds to sur-
round John Crownwall as he strode
John Crownwall, florid, red-
headed and bulky, considered him-
self to be a bold man. But here,
surrounded by this writhing, slith-
ering mass of eight-foot creatures,
toward the palace of Viceroy he felt distinctly unhappy. Crown-
Tronn XII
Ffallk, ruler of Sector wall had heard about creatures that
of the Universal Holy Empire of slavered, but he had never before
Sunda. He ignored the snarling, the seen it done. These humanoids had
spitting, the waving of boneless large mouths and sharp teeth, and
prehensile fingers, as he ignored the they unquestionably slavered. He
heavy gravity and heavier air of wished he knew more about them.
the unfamiliar planet. If they carried out the threats of
Illustrated by DILLON
58 GALAXY
their present attitude, Earth would Twelfth Sector of the Universal
have to send Marshall to replace Holy Empire”—Universal Galactic
him. And if Crownwall couldn’t do had a full measure of ceremonial
the job, thought Crownwall, then words—“he sees only those whom
it was a sure bet that Marshall he summons. If you know what’s
wouldn’t have a chance. good for you, you’ll get out of here
He climbed the great ramp, with while you can still walk. And if you
its deeply carved Greek key de- run fast enough, maybe you can
sign, toward the mighty entrance even get away from that crowd out
gate of the palace. His manner there, but I doubt it.”
demonstrated an elaborate air of “Just tell him that a man has
unconcern that he felt sure was en- arrived from Earth to talk to him.
tirely wasted on these monsters. He’ll summon me fast enough.
The clashing teeth of the noisiest Meanwhile, my highly polished
of them were only inches from the friends, I’ll just wait here, so why
quivering flesh of his back as he don’t you put those heavy pikes
reached the upper level. Instantly, down?”
and unexpectedly to Crownwall, Crownwall sat on the steps,
the threatening crowd dropped puffed alight a cigarette, and blew
back fearfully, so that he walked expert smoke rings toward the
the last fifty meters alone. guards.
Crownwall all but sagged with An elegant courtier, with elabo-
relief. A pair of guards, their purple rately jeweled harness, bustled
hides smoothly polished and gleam- from inside the palace, obviously
ing with oil, crossed their cere- trying to present an air of strolling
monial pikes in front of him as he nonchalance. He gestured fluidly
approached the entrance. with a graceful tentacle. “You!” he
“And just what business do you said to Crownwall. “Follow me. His
have here, stranger?” asked the Effulgence commands you to ap-
senior of the guards, his speaking pear before him at once.” The two
orifice framing with difficulty the guards withdrew their pikes and
sibilances of Universal Galactic. froze into immobility at the sides
“What business would I have at of the entrance.
the Viceroy’s Palace?” asked Crownwall stamped out his
Crownwall. “I want to see Ffallk.” smoke and ambled after the hurry-
“Mind your tongue,” growled ing courtier along tremendous cor-
the guard. “If you mean His Efful- ridors, through elaborate waiting
gence, Right Hand of the Glorious rooms, under guarded doorways,
Emperor, Hereditary Ruler of the untilhe was finally bowed through
Seventy Suns, Viceroy of the a small curtained arch.
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At the far side of the comfort- our blockade and come here. Most
able, unimpressive room, a plump of my advisors — even Ggaran here
thing, hide faded to a dull violet, — thought it couldn’t be done, but
reclined on a couch. Behind him I never doubted that you’d man-
stood a heavy and pompous ap- age it. Still, if you were on your
pearing Vegan in lordly trappings. home planet only yesterday, that’s
They examined Crownwall with astonishing even to me. Tell me,
great interest for a few moments. how did you manage to get here so
“It’s customary to genuflect fast, and without even alerting my
when you enter the Viceroy’s pres- detection web?”
ence,” said the standing one at “You’re doing the talking,” said
last “But then I’m told you’re an Crownwall. “If you wanted some-
Earthling. I suppose we can expect one from Earth to come here to see
you to be ignorant of those niceties' you, why did you put the cordon
customary among civilized peo- around Earth? And why did you
ples.” drop a planet-buster in the Pacific
“It’s all right, Ggaran,” said the Ocean, and tell us that it was trig-
Viceroy languidly. He twitched a gered to go off if we tried to use
tentacle in a beckoning gesture. the distorter drive? That’s hardly
“Come closer, Earthling. I bid you the action of somebody who ex-
welcome to my capital. I have been pects visitors.”
looking forward to your arrival for Ffallk glanced up at Ggaran. “I
some time.” told you that Earthlings were un-
believably bold.” He turned back
60 GALAXY
Galaxy from the Sunda - the so- fully examined at long range in a
called Master Race.” routine investigation just about fif-
“Frightening to the Sunda, espe- exploded into space. You have de-
cially. When you showed up in the veloped in an incredibly short
spaceways, it was decreed that you space of time. But even that isn’t
had to be stopped at once. There the most disconcerting item of your
was even serious discussion of de- development. As an Earthling, you
stroying Earth out of hand, while have heard of the details of the
it is still possible. first expedition of your people into
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“Heard about it?” exclaimed Alpha Centauri. They had
cinity of
Crownwall. “I was on it.” He set- quickly located a dozen planets,
tleddown comfortably on a couch, and one that looked enough like
without requesting permission, and Earth to be its twin sister. They
thought back to that first tremen- had headed for that planet confi-
dous adventure; an adventure that dently and unsuspectingly, using
had taken place little more than the ion drive.
ten years before. Two weeks later, while they
The Star Seeker had been built were several planetary diam-
still
UPSTARTS 63
Ffallk rippled in agreement. try to set up communications and
“The action you took was too swift send ambassadors, you had already
and too foolhardy to be believed. organized a not inconsiderable de-
You knew that you could have de- fense. Your drones blew up our un-
stroyed not only yourself, but also manned ships as fast as we could
all who live on that planet. You send them down to your planet.
could also have wrecked the planet And by the time we had organized
itself and the ships and those of properly for war against you, it was
my own race who manned them. obvious that we could not conquer
We had tried to contact you, but you. We could only destroy you.”
since you had not developed sub- “That old fool on Sunda, the
space radio, we were of course not Emperor, decided that we should
successful. Our englobement was blow you up, but by that time I
just a routine quarantine. With had decided,” said His Effulgence,
your total lack of information “that you might be useful to me—
about us, what you did was more that is, that we might be useful to
than the height of folly. It was mad- each other. I traveled halfway
ness.” across the Galaxy to meet him, to
“Could we have done anything convince him that it would be suf-
else thatwould have kept you from ficient just to quarantine yot|.
landing on Earth and taking us When we had used your radio sys-
over?” asked Crownwall. tem to teach a few of you the Uni-
“Would that have been so bad?” versal Galactic tongue, and had
said Ggaran. “We can’t tolerate managed to get what you call the
wild and warlike races running free ‘planet buster’ down into the
and uncontrolled in the Galaxy. largest of your oceans, he figured
Once was enough for that.” we had done our job.
“But what about my question? “With his usual lack of imagina-
Was there any other way for us to tion, he felt sure that we were safe
stay free?” from you — after all, there was no
“Well, no. But you didn’t have way for you to get off the planet.
enough information to realize that Even if you could get down to the
when you acted so precipitously. As bottom of the ocean and tamper
a matter of fact, we didn’t expect with the bomb, you would only suc-
to have much trouble, even after ceed in setting it off, and that’s
your surprising action. Of course, what the Sunda had been in favor
it took us a little time to react. We of in the first place.
located your planet quickly enough, “But I had different ideas. From
and confirmed that you were a new what you had already done, I sus-
race. But by the time we could pected it wouldn’t be long before
64 GALAXY
one of you amazing Earthlings opportunity is at hand.”
would dream up some device or “If you haven’t been able to help
other, head out into space, and yourselves for two million years,”
show up on our planet. So I’ve been asked Crownwall, “how does the
waiting for you, and here you are.” sight of me give you so much gump-
“It was the thinking of a genius,” tion all of asudden?”
murmured Ggaran. Ggaran’s tentacles writhed, and
“All right, then, genius, here I he slavered in fury, but the clash-
am,” said Crownwall. “So what’s ing of his teeth subsided instantly
the pitch?” at a soothing wave from His Efful-
“Ggaran, you explain it to the gence.
Earthling,” said His Effulgence. “War in space is almost an im-
possibility,”said the aged ruler.
GARAN bowed. “The crusta- “We can destroy planets, of course,
^ ceans on Sunda — the lobster- but with few exceptions, we can-
like creatures that rule the Galaxy not conquer them. I rule a total of
— are usurpers. They have no rights seven races in my Sector. I rule
to their position of power. Our race them, but I don’t let them inter-
is much older than theirs. We were mingle. Each race settles on the
alone when we found the Sundans planets that best suit it. Each of
— a primitive tribe, grubbing in the those planets is quite capable of de-
mud at the edge of their shallow fending itself from raids, or even
seas, unable even to reason. In large-scale assaults that would re-
those days we were desperately sult in its capture and subjugation
lonely. We needed companionship — just as your little Earth can de-
among the stars, and we helped fend itself.
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a working balance in our Empire. “Of course,” His Effugence said,
We control it adequately, and we “we will give you any assurances
live in peace. that your people may desire in or-
“The Sundans, for example, der to feel safe, and we will guar-
though they took the rule of the antee them an equal share in the
Empire that was rightfully ours government of the Galaxy.”
away from usj through trickery, “Bunk,” said Crownwall.
were unable to take over the His Effulgence lifted a tentacle
Sectors we control. We are still swiftly, before Ggaran, lunging an-
powerful. And soon we will be all- grily forward, could speak. “Then
powerfull. In company with you what do you want of us?”
Earthlings, that is.” “It seems to me that we need
Crownwall nodded. “In other no wordy assurances from each
words, you think that we Earth- other,” said Crownwall, and he
men can break up this two-million- puffed a cigarette aglow. “We can
year-old stalemate. You’ve got the arrange something a little more
idea that, with our help, you can trustworthy, I believe. On your
conquer planets without the neces- side,you have the power to destroy
sity of destroying them, and there- our only planet at any time. That
by take over number one spot from is certainly adequate security for
these Sunda friends of yours.” our own good behavior and sin-
“Don’t call those damn lobsters cerity.
friends,” growled Ggaran. He sub- “It is impossible for us of Earth
sided at the Viceroy’s gesture. to destroy all of your planets. As
“Exactly,” said His Effulgence you have said, there are more plan-
to Crownwall. “You broke our belong to you than there
ets that
blockade without any trouble. Our are human beings on Earth. But
instruments didn’t even wiggle thereis a way for us to be reason-
when you landed here on my capi- ably sure that you will behave
tal world. You can do the same on yourselves. You will transfer to us,
the worlds of the Sunda. Now, just at once, ahundred of your planet-
tell us how you did it, and we’re destroying bombs. That will be a
partners.” sufficient supply to let us test some
of them, to see that they are in
ROWNWALL one eye-
lifted good working order. Then, if you
^ brow quizzically, but remained try any kind of doublecross, we
silent. He didn’t expect his facial will be able to use our own meth-
gesture to be interpreted correctly, ods — which you cannot prevent —
but he assumed that his silence to send one of those bombs here to
would be. He was correct. destroy this planet.
68 GALAXY
“And you try to move any-
if think it’s time for you to tell us
where by your clumsy dis-
else, something about how you get
we can follow you, and
torter drive, across light-years of space in a few
destroy any planet you choose to hours, without leaving any traces
land on. You would not get away for us to detect” He raised a ten-
from us. We can track you without tacle to still Crownwall’s imme-
any difficulty. diate exclamation of protest. “Oh,
“We wouldn’t use the bombs nothing that would give us a chance
lightly, to be sure, because of what to duplicate it — just enough to
would happen to Earth. And don’t indicate how we can make use of
think that blowing up our planet along with you — enough to al-
it,
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have discovered is a way not only are excluded times for me, as is the
of moving back into the past, but future —
I can’t stop in them.”
also of making our own choice of “Are you sure that you haven’t
spatial references while we do it, given us a little too much informa-
and of changing our spatial anchor tion for your own safety?” asked
at will. Ffallk softly.
“For example, to reach this “Not at all. We were enormously
planet, I went back far enough, us- lucky to have learned how to con-
ing Earth as the spatial referent, trol spatial reference frames our-
to move with Earth a little more selves. I you could do it in
doubt if
than a third of the way around this another two million years.” Crown-
spiral nebula that is our Galaxy. wall rose to his feet “And now,
Then I shifted my frame of refer- Your Effulgence, I think it’s about
ence to that of the group of galaxies time I went back to my ship and
of which ours is such a distin- drove it home to Earth to make my
guished member. report, so we can pick up those
“Then of course, as I continued bombs and start making arrange-
tomove in time, the whole Galaxy ments.”
moved spatially with reference to “Excellent,” said Ffallk. “I’d bet-
my own position. At the proper in- ter escort you; my people don’t like
stant I shifted again, to the refer- strangers much.”
ence frame of this Galaxy itself. “I’d noticed that,” Crownwall
Then I was stationary in the Gal- commented drily.
axy, and as I continued time travel- “Since this a very important
is
ing, your own mighty sun moved occasion, I think it best that we
toward me as the Galaxy revolved. make this a Procession of Full
I chose a point where there was a Ceremony. It’s a bother, but the
time intersection of your planet’s proprieties have to be observed.”
position and my own. When you
got there, I just changed to the ref-
erence plane of this planet I’m on ^ GARAN
/^ stepped out into the
broad corridor and whistled a
now, and then came on back with shrilltwo-tone note, using both his
it to the present. So here I am. It speaking and his eating orifices. A
was a long way around to cover a cohort of troops, pikes at the ready
net distance of 26 light-years, but and bows strapped to their backs,
it was really very simple. leaped forward and formed a
“And there’s no danger of meet- double line leading from His Efful-
ing myself, or getting into any ana- gence’s sanctum to the main door.
chronistic situation. As you prob- Down this lane, carried by twenty
ably know, theory shows that these men, came a large sedan chair.
70 GALAXY
“Protocol takes a lot of time,” Let us just suppose that that run-
said His Effulgence somewhat sad- ner over there” — he gestured to-
ly, “but must be observed. At
it ward a soldier with a tentacle —
least, as Ambassador, you can ride “is a civilian who has been so un-
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can’t provide them with live tar- equipped with the heavy and gross-
gets a little more often.” He stifled ly inefficient anti-gravity field gen-
a shudder of distaste. “Tell me, erator developed by Kowalsky. It
Your Effulgence, does the Em- occupied ten times the space of the
peror’s race — the Master Race — temporal translation and coordina-
also enjoy the type of civilization tion selection systems combined,
you have just had demonstrated but it had the great advantage of
for me?” being almost indetectable in use. It
“Oh, no. They are far too brutal, emitted no mass or radiation.
too morally degraded, to know any- After elaborate and lengthy fare-
thing of these finer points of eti- wells, Crownwall climbed into his
quette and propriety. They are machine and fell gently up until he
really an uncouth bunch. Why, do was out of the atmosphere, before
you know, I am certain that they starting his enormous journey
would have had the bad taste to through time back to Earth. More
use an energy weapon to dispose quickly than it had taken him to
of the victim in a case such as you reach his ship from the palace of
just witnessed! They are really His Effulgence, he was in the Coun-
quite unfit to rule. They can scarce- cilChamber of the Confederation
ly be called civilized at all. But we Government of Earth, making a full
willsoon pur a stop to all of that— report on his trip to Vega.
your race and mine, of course.” When he had finished, the Pres-
“I sincerely hope so,” said ident sighed deeply. “Well,” he
Crownwall. said, “we gave you full plenipoten-
tiary powers, so I suppose we’ll
O EFRESHMENTS were served have to stand behind your agree-
to His Effulgence and to ments — especially in view of the
Crownwall during the trip, with- fact that we’ll undoubtedly be
out interrupting the smooth pro- blown into atoms if we don’t. But
gress of the sedan. The soldiers of from what you say, I’d rather be
the cohort, the bearers and Ggaran in bed with a rattler than have a
continued to run — without food, treaty with a Vegan. They sound
drink or, except for Ggaran, evi- ungodly murderous to me. There
dence of fatigue. are too many holes in that protec-
After several hours of travel, fol- tion plan of yours. It’s only a ques-
lowing Crownwall’s directions, the tion of time before they’ll find some
procession arrived at the copse in way around it, and then — poof —
which he had concealed his small we’ll all be dust.”
transportation machine. The ma- “Things may not be as bad as
chine, for spatial mobility, was they seem,” answered Crownwall
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complacently. “After I got back a to Sunda and there’s no sign of
few million years, I’m afraid I got intelligent life anywhere! We’re all
a little careless and let my ship dip alone now!”
down into Vega Ill’s atmosphere “There, you see?” exclaimed
for a while. I was back so far that Crownwall. “Our enemies are all
the Vegans hadn’t appeared yet. gone!”
Now, land — or deliberate-
I didn’t He looked around, glowing with
ly kill anything— but I’d be mighty victory, at the others at the table,
surprised if we didn’t find a change then slowly quieted and sat down.
or two. Before I came in here, I He turned his head away from
asked Marshall to take the ship out their accusing eyes.
and check on things. He should be “Alone,” he said, and uncon-
back with his report before long. sciously repeated Marshall’s words:
Why don’t we wait and see what “We’re all alone now.”
he has to say?” In silence, the others gathered
their papers together and left the
jVT ARSHALL was excited when room, leaving Crownwall sitting at
he was escorted into the the table by himself. He shivered
Council Chamber. He bowed brief- involuntarily, and then leaped to
ly to the President and began to his feet to follow after them.
speak rapidly. Loneliness, he found, was some-
“They’re gone without trace — thing that he couldn’t face alone.
all ofthem!" he cried. “I went clear —
L. J. STECHER, JR.
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The ship itself occasioned some wings, and the wingspread happens
excitement, but back there at the to be something over four miles tip
tattered end of the 20th century, to tip, and the carcass drops on a
what was one visiting spaceship city — it’s not nice for the city.
more or less? Others had appeared The Office of Continental De-
before, and gone away discouraged fense deplored the lack of pre-
— or just not bothering. 3-dimen- cedent. But actually none was
sional TV
was coming out of the needed. You just don’t drop four
experimental stage. Soon anyone miles of dead or dying alien flesh
could have Dora the Doll or the on Seattle or any other part of a
Grandson of Tarzan smack in his swarming homeland. You wait till
own living-room. Besides, it was a it flies out over the ocean, if it will
eyes that searched the ground but St. Louis was partly evacuated.
found nothing answering her need. There is no reliable estimate of the
The skin-color was mud-brown loss of life and property from panic
with some dull iridescence and and accident on the jammed roads
many peculiar marks resembling and rail lines. 1500 dead, 7400 in-
weals or blisters. Along the belly jured is the conservative figure.
some observers saw half a mile of
paired protuberances that looked A FTERa night and a day she
like teats. abandoned that area, flying
She was unquestionably the heavily eastward. The droning and
equivalent of a vertebrate. Two swooping gnats of aircraft plainly
web-footed legs were drawn up. distressed her. At first she had only
close against the cigar-shaped body. tried to avoid them, but now and
The vast, rather narrow, inflated then during her eastward flight from
wings could not have been held or St. Louis she made short desperate
moved in flight without a strong in- rushes against them, without skill
ternal skeleton and musculature. or much sign of intelligence,
Theorists later argued that she screaming from a wide-open mouth
must have come from a planet with that could have swallowed a four-
a high proportion of water surface, engine bomber. Two aircraft were
a planet possibly larger than Earth lost over Cincinnati, by collision
though of about the same mass and with each other in trying to get out
with a similar atmosphere. She of her way. Pilots were then or-
could rise in Earth’s air. And be- dered to keep a distance of not less
fore each thunderous lament sihe than ten miles until such time as
was seen to breathe. she reached the Atlantic — if she
It was assumed that immense air did — when she could safely be
sacs within her body were inflated shot down.
or partly inflated when she left the She studied Chicago for a day.
ship, possibly with some gas lighter By that time Civil Defense was
than nitrogen. Since it was incon- better prepared. About a million
ceivable that a vertebrate organism residentshad already fled to open
could have survived entry into at- country before she came, and the
mosphere from an orbit 3400 miles loss of life was proportionately
up, it was necessary to believe that smaller. She moved on. We have
the ship had briefly descended, un- no clue to the reason why great
observed and by unknown means, cities should have attracted her,
lakes where she could safely be de- 8:27 P.M., July 16, 1976 - at an
stroyed. She didn’t. altitude of about 2000 feet. She
She approached Pittsburgh, swerved away from the aircraft
choked and screamed and flew high, that blanketed Long Island and the
and soared in weary circles over Sound, swerved again as the south-
Buffalo for a day and a night. Some ern group buzzed her instead of
pilots who had followed the flight giving way. She made no attempt
from the West Coast claimed that to rise into the sun-crimsoned ter-
the vast lamentation of her voice ror of drifting smoke.
was growing fainter and hoarser
while she was drifting along the r
I A HE
plan was intelligent. It
line of the Mohawk Valley. She should have worked, but for one
turned south, following the Hud- fighter pilotwho jumped the gun.
son at no great height. Sometimes He said later that he himself
she appeared to be choking, the couldn’t understand what hap-
labored inhalations harsh and pro- pened. It was court-martial testi-
longed, like a cloud in agony. mony, but his reputation had been
When she was over Westchester, good. He was Bill Green — William
headquarters tripled the swarm Hammond Green — of New Lon-
of interceptors and observation don, Connecticut, flying a one-man
planes. Squadrons from Connecti- jet fighter, well aware of the strict-
cut and southern New Jersey de- est orders not to attack until the
ployed to form a monstrous funnel, target had moved at least ten miles
the small end before her, the large east of Sandy Hook. He said he
end pointing out to open sea. certainly had no previous intention
Heavy bombers closed in above, to violate orders. It was something
laying a smoke screen at 10,000 that just happened in his mind. A
feet to discourage her from rising. sort of mental sneeze.
The ground shook with the drone His squadron was approaching
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Rockaway, the flying creature neck extended, her turtle beak
about three miles ahead of him and grasping the top of Radio City. She
half a miledown. He was aware of was still trying to pull herself up,
saying out loud to nobody: “Well, as the buoyant gasses hissed and
she’s too big.” Then he was darting bubbled away through the gushing
out of formation, diving on her, giv- holes in her side. Radio City col-
ing her one rocket-burst and reel- lapsed with her.
ing off to the south at 840 MPH. For a long while after the roar
He never did locate or rejoin his of descending rubble and her own
squadron, but he made it somehow roaring had ceased, there was no
back to his home field. He climbed human noise except a melancholy
out of the cockpit, they say, and thunder of the planes.
on his face.
fell flat
It seems likely that his shot 'T'HE apology came early next
missed the animal’s head and tore morning.
through some part of her left wing. The spaceship was observed to
She spun to the left, rose perhaps descend to the outer limits of at-
a thousand feet, facing the city, mosphere, very briefly. A capsule
sideslipped, recovered herself and was released, with a parachute
fought for altitude. She could not timed to open at 40,000 feet and
gain it. In the effort she collided come down quite neatly in Scars-
with two of the following planes. dale. Parachute, capsule and tim-
One of them smashed into her right ing device were of good workman-
side behind the wing, the other ship.
flipped end over end across her The communication engraved
back, like a swatted dragonfly. It on a plaque of metal (which still
dropped clear and made a mess on defies analysis) was a hasty job,
Bedloe’s Island. the English slightly odd, with some
She too was falling, in a long evidence of an incomplete under-
slant, silent now but still living. standing of the situation. That the
After the impact her body thrashed visitors were themselves aware of
desolately on the wreckage be- these deficiencies is indicated by
tween Lexington and Seventh the text of the message itself.
FORECAST
Never will we be counted among those who deplore the practice of
waiting until all installments of a serial are on hand before going on a
reading spree. But in the case of Galaxy serials, who do deplore — deplore,
nothing; we think it's self-theft to read the synopsis of the first installment and
then the whole second, as if something as rich and strong and sensitive as the
installment in this issue could be more than dehydrated and packed into a
skimpy carton of a synopsis. In other words, DRUNKARD'S WALK by Frederik
Pohl consists of only two installments, as we promised our serials would be —
but you're missing a lot if you are one of the aufothieves mentioned above.
—
You know, having 196 pages to sprawl around in more pages than
any other magazine in this field, regardless of price, and now maybe you
understand what looked like funny arithmetic at the time; we knew what our
esteemed rivals were going to do, how much it would cost you per page, and
how much less each page of Galaxy came to; we just didn't figure they would
take so long to make the change. To get back to that interrupted thought,
having 196 pages to sprawl around in, we put our fingers in our ears and
leaped into a Forecast with an installment of a serial and two novelets.
So — two more novelets are herewith predicted for the next issue:
SORDMAN THE PROTECTOR by Tom Purdom, the story of the most
powerful man in the world, who can make anybody do — anything.
MIND PARTNER by Christopher Anvil, whose hero has plenty of reason
to worry. Why is he being offered a reward that couldn't be bigger — to
break up a dope ring that couldn't be tinier?
Short stories, Willy Ley on HOWTO SLAY DRAGONS, and our usual
unusual features. Be on hand, won't you?
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T
section,
HIS issue’s column is once
more devoted exclusively
to questions
This also applies to
from readers.
this opening
which unfortunately can-
IBMBBIW&I
KWl
not be credited to individual
I may add that she misspelled the isnecessary to go over the whole
name. Since this situation is un- problem in a more systematic
bearable, she was writing to her manner to explain what is really
senator, and she urged me to write involved.
to the President, asking him to What 99 per cent of the people
order our chemists to go ahead who worry about the “secret” of
and invent a solid fuel. solid fuels — Russian, German,
I don’t know what her senator Japanese, Yugoslav or what have
said to all this, but I tried to you — do not seem to realize is
straighten her out as best I could that all rockets started as solid-
in a letter: namely, that the Rus- fuel rockets. When the English
sian space rockets burn refined fireworks maker of the 17th cen-
kerosene with liquid oxygen, as tury or the naval architect of the
suggested by Konstantin Eduardo- 18th century, or the German gun-
vitch Ziolkovsky in 1903, and that nery master of the same period
they use solid-fuel rockets only, retired to his laboratory to make
as far as is known, to boost their some rockets, he concocted a mix-
smaller high-altitude research ture of 60 per cent saltpeter, 25
rockets off the launching pad, but per cent charcoal and 15 per cent
that these rockets, too, are liquid- sulfur. The proportions varied by
fuel devices. one or two per cent from case to
I also wrote that our chemists case, and there were special trade
probably learned all I. G. Farben secrets as to how the saltpeter
patents by heart as a matter of should be refined, how to obtain
routine — and that we do have pure sulfur, and which kind of
several companies which are in wood to burn into charcoal. But
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the recipe was the one just given. were used. The first liquid-fuel
It worked. And it was the only rocket in Europe rose on March
recipe there was. 14, 1931; it had been built by
In the language of modem Johannes Winkler and used liquid
rocket engineering, the men made methane (CH 4 ) and liquid oxy-
a “mixed composite” which had a gen. The first Russian liquid-fuel
number of advantages. It was rocket (built by Blagonravov,
simple, the ingredients were not fuels probably kerosene and liquid
expensive, and it was reasonably oxygen) rose sometime in 1932.
safe to make. That the rockets had Of course each of these flights
a tendency to deteriorate in stor- had been preceded by test-stand
age was another problem. And runs, most of which took place in
that they could not be made very spring and early summer 1930.
largewas still another one.
It was due to these two draw- A T about the same time, an in-
backs of poor storability and • J -"- ventor tried his hand on a
restricted size that inventors liquid-fuel rocket motor in which
scouted around for other possibili- the oxidizer was not liquid oxy-
ties. Hermann Ganswindt in Ger- gen. He was Friedrich Wilhelm
many (around 1880) and -later Sander who, sometime during
Dr. Robert H. Goddard in the 1929, demonstrated a test-stand
United States (1913 and follow- run with nitric acid as an oxidizer
ing years) thought about the pos- and an unnamed substance (prob-
sibility of a machinegun-like fir- ably fuel oil) as the fuel proper.
ing mechanism, using solid-fuel Sander’s accomplishments are
cartridges. Ziolkovsky (1898 or a difficult job for the historian for
1903, depending on whether you a very simple reason. Friedrich
have the year of writing or the Wilhelm Sander was one of the
year of publication of his first very few people who, at that time,
treatise in mind) wondered about were in the rocket business; he
the possibility of using liquid fuels. made his living manufacturing
Goddard (patent of 1914) and rockets for signaling purposes,
Hermann Oberth (publication of line-throwing lifesaving rockets
1923) followed suit. and so forth. They were all stilt
Goddard was the first to actu- based on the old blackpowder for-
ally experiment with liquid fuels. mula mentioned, but he tried to
His first test-stand rim- took place make new inventions in his field,
on November 1, 1923, his first free preferably before any competitors
flight on March 16, 1926. In both would come up with the same idea.
cases, gasoline and liquid oxygen Sander, as he made perfectly clear
wanted to enlarge his business. Alfred Nobel and his chemists put
While this is understandable, it together. But the one is the off-
leaves a few gaps in the history spring of the other. In fact, most
of the whole. One cannot even ask of the “smokeless powders” in rifle
him to tell what he did and when cartridges are offsprings of the
he did it, because he disappeared double-base experiment too.
early in the Second World War What I don’t know is who was
(rumor has it that he was arrested the first to try a double-base
by the Gestapo and put into a con- smokeless powder for rocket pro-
centration camp) and must be pulsion. It is known that Nobel
presumed dead. himself experimented with rockets
My reason for stressing this gap on and off, but the scanty descrip-
in our historical knowledge is that tions that exist stress that his
Sander may have been the first rockets carried a payload of nitro-
to experiment with a new solid glycerin which produced a blind-
fuel too. There is, as has to be ex- ing flash even in daytime and a
plained first, a “family” of solid very sharp report that could be
rocket fuels which is called the heard for several miles. Whether
“double-base powders.” Their Nobel used his new substances for
original inventor is Alfred Nobel propulsion or whether he stuck to
and the invention itself is based on the old formula is something I
the fact that guncotton and nitro- would like to learn.
glycerin can be kneaded together
ODDARD,
into a jelly-like substance. This
substance was, for many years, G First
at the time of the
World War, did make
the most powerful explosive laboratory experiments with
known and was sold under the smokeless powders (commercial
name of “blasting gelatin” and types) in order to measure their
half a dozen other trade names. exhaust velocities, but to the best
Because each of the two ingredi- of my knowledge he never pro-
ents is an explosive itself, the duced a smokeless-powder rocket
term “double-base explosive” was charge of any duration. It is logi-
natural. cal that he didn’t, because he had
Later, Alfred Nobel developed his machinegun-type firing mecha-
this original “double-base” explo- nism in mind.
sive into safer solid double-base It is, therefore, very likely that
powders which received trade Sander was the first to use double-
names like “ballistite.” It goes base powders for rocket propul-
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sion (unless Nobel did), but he opaque charge burned more reli-
did not arrive at a commercial ably than a translucent one.
product. This being his goal, he Now the double-base charges
did not talk about his experi- were superior to the old black-
ments. I know about it only be- powder in not deteriorating in
cause he once permitted Max storage — or at least much more
Valier to watch a series of test- slowly, for these things are rela-
stand runs, and Valier told me tive too — more power-
in being
about them — just a few months ful and safer all around. But they
before his own death, when a still could not be very large. It was
head in the third stage. The third no limit to the size of solid-fuel
stage, used by itself, would be a units something that still has to
is
Well, newspaper readers ask The trend toward solids for mil-
somewhat belligerently, if they tary purposes is due to ease of
are going to replace both the Red- handling and storage. But even
stone and the Atlas by solid-fuel this trend is not unanimous.
rockets, doesn’t that prove solid Recently the Air Force made
fuels are better? the interesting discovery that a
The answer, and this is really certain solid-fuel missile has to be
the key to the whole discussion, is replaced by a liquid-fuel missile.
that it does not prove anything It is a missile which is carried
like that. The choiceis not one of “externally” under the wings of a
“superiority” as the layman thinks fighter or bomber. Carrying rock-
of the term, but one of superior ets and missiles externally is old,
convenience. of course. It always worked fine
A solid-fuel rocket is much like and was expected to work fine for
a cartridge once: it has been made, all time to come.
it can be used at almost any time. But one point had been over-
A liquid-fuel rocket is more com- looked. If the plane which carries
parable to an airplane: it needs the missile cruises at 400 mph,
servicing, fueling and so forth. Na- there is no problem. If it cruises at
turally, for military purposes, the supersonic speeds, one factor
simpler version is the better one changes — the missile is heated
— not because it is inherently up. Being heated changes the per-
“better” but because it is more con- formance of a rocket charge, but
venient in every respect. especially of a solid-fuel charge.
Actually the best solid fuels of Liquids are far less sensitive in
today are still somewhat less pow- that respect, and for this reason a
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solid-fuel job is now being re- Finally, a solid-fuel charge will
placed by a liquid-fuel device. do what it has been designed to do,
the ground would not last very half of the treated mice. You
long. The lowest feasible satellite might say that the resist to radia-
altitude would be around 250 tion was just about doubled.
miles. The value for “g” at that An important point to remem-
altitude would still be 28.5 feet ber is that AET is not a pill which
per second squared, only about 10 will “cure” radiation damage. If
per cent less than at the surface. such a pill is possible, we haven’t
found it yet. The AET must be
ANY QUESTIONS? present in the body before the ex-
posure to radiation occurs, for
Recently, in a radio broadcast, it is a protecting chemical. It can
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chemical has been found makes it can attack the “living compounds”
probable that others exist and can of the cell.
be made; presumably there will another group of research-
Still
be some which are far superior to ers point out that if this were the
AET, The search for such other whole any chemical which
story,
chemicals is somewhat handi- “uses up” free radicals should be
capped at the present moment by an “anti-radiation drug.” But quite
the fact that nobody knows how a number of compounds are
AET works. known that do use up free radi-
The majority opinion among cals, but that do not produce any
the researchers has it that the radiation protection. These re-
harmful effects of radiation are searchers think that the AET,
caused indirectly, via a chemical modified by body chemistry, com-
detour. The radiation is believed bines with the sensitive substances
to produce so-called “free radi- of the cell instead, forming sub-
cals,” chemicals which are highly stances which free radicals can-
active and for this reason do not not attack. These researchers
exist for any length of time since think that the body gets rid of the
they quickly combine with what- free radicals through other reac-
ever is on hand. The “raw mate- tionsand that afterward the com-
rial” from which the free radicals bination of modified AET
and cell
in question are formed is the constituents somehow falls apart
water of the body tissues, but so that the living cell can resume
some researchers feel that the its functions.
presence of free oxygen increases Of course additional protective
the formation of free radicals. chemicals may be found even if it
These researchers believe, there- it not clear just how they work.
fore, thata lowering of the oxy- But the search for such chemicals
gen content of the tissues will be would be eased if it could be es-
a partial answer. tablished just how they do, or
Other researchers shoved the should, work.
question of whether free oxygen
plays such a role somewhat aside Please tell me whether any man
in saying that AET obviously acts has yet reached an altitude oi
as a trap for free radicals and more, than 100,000 feet and how
makes them harmless, no matter different space would be from
how they were formed. The pro- whatever altitude has been
tection of the living cell by AET reached.
molecules would consist of “using William J. Gordon
up” the free radicals before they Chicago, 111.
126, 000 feet in August 1954 and new terms introduced by the Na-
landed it safely after what he de- tional Bureau of Standards denot-
scribed as an uneventful flight. ing large and small figures so that
Except for the air resistance ex- they can be (A) easily pronounced
perienced by a fast-moving body, and (B) avoid the confusion which
conditions at 126,000 feet do not always attends large numbers be-
differ noticeably from free-space cause the American method of
conditions. At about 100,000 feet, naming large numbers unfortu-
99 per cent of the Earth’s atmos- 1.000.
nately differs from the European
phere is below the pilot; hence his system. For example, the figure
cabin has to protect him as thor-
1.000.000.000 is usually called a
oughly as the cabin of a spaceship billion in America; in Europe, it is
would. called a milliard, and the figure
One difference I can think of 000.000.000 is named billion.
would be conditions of illumina- Readers of this column may
tion. The contrast between illu-
have noticed that I never use the
minated objects and lightless back- word billion for this reason, but
ground should be more pro- instead use 1000 million. Now the
nounced and the space pilot would National Bureau of Standards has
suffer if his eyes were not pro-
picked the terms “tera," “giga”
tected by light filters. This condi- and “mega” for large figures. The
tion, however, would prevail to a
word “tera” comes from Greek
large extent at 126,000 feet too.
terastios meaning “monstrous.”
It is not stressed in the report on “Giga” is from Greek gigas which
the flight, presumably because the means either a giant or just
time at the peak was so short. “mighty.” “Mega” is from Greek
megas, meaning “large.” The names
A friend of mine says that ",mega- denote:
buck” means a million dollars. Is Tera — 1,000,000,000,000 (Eu-
this true? Please answer in your ropean billion or American tril-
column. I don’t want to sign my lion); Giga' 1,000,000,000;
name in case my friend was only Mega — 1,000,000. Then comes
joking. Kilo — 1000; Hecto — 100 and
Deka — 10.
Friend, you could have signed Below the decimal point you
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have Dec/' = 0,1; Centi = 0.01; late. The pure metal looks about
Mitli =0.001; Micro 0.000,001 = like silver. The use of gadolinium
(or 1 millionth) and, as new addi- as moderator rods in atomic piles
tions, Nano — 0.000,000,001 and was discussed several years ago,
Pico = 0.000,000,000,001. but I can’t say whether it is actu-
ally so used now, nor do I know of
Is there a substance called ga- any other uses.
dolinium”? If so, what is it and
what is it used for? I tried to look THE HAIRS ON
it up in a book on chemistry which YOUR GIRL’S HEAD
my father has, but I could not find
it.I presume it is quite rare and
not listed for that reason. " NLY
/ |
about a week has gone
by between the appearance
Dolores Goldstein of the February issue on the news-
Alameda Blvd. stands and the writing of this col-
Burbank, Calif. umn, so there is very little mail as
yet about the problem of the girls
If your father's chemistry text in the same town with the same
is more than a dozen years old, number of hairs on their heads.
gadolinium may not have rated a I have, in fact, exactly two pieces
separate paragraph because it was of mail, both of them postcards.
then mostly a chemical curiosity. One states that it could not pos-
But you should haye found it in sibly be the case. The other re-
the periodical table of the elements. marks philosophically that one
Gadolinium element No. 64, one
is should not deny that anything is
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Behind all science fiction is
a stranger-than-fiction
Stimulus is a
science truth.
dynamic new book for the
intelligent layman, with a dramatic
analysis of the.facts of science
—
today and an enlightened
projection into the mystery
of science tomorrow , . .
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By JACK SHARKEY
Illustrated by WOOD
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who
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them; they want the human slant will be (had better be, or else).
on things.” There are five of us on board. A
“But, Louie,” I said weakly, “I’ll navigator and bio-
pilot, co-pilot,
probably be locked up for the chemist. And, of course, me. I’ve
whole trip. If there are fights or ac- met all but the pilot (he’s very
cidents, they won’t tell me about busy today), and they seem friend-
them.” ly enough.
“Nonsense,” said Louie, sipping Dwight Kroger, the biochemist,
carefully at a paper cup of scald- is rather old to take the “rigors of
ing coffee. be just like the
“It’ll the journey,” as he puts it, but the
public going along vicariously. government had a choice between
They’ll identify with you.” sending a green scientist who could
“But, Louie,” I said, wiping the stand the trip or an accomplished
dampness from my palms on the man who would probably not sur-
knees of my trousers as I sat there, vive, so they picked Kroger. We’ve
“how’ll I go about it? A story? An blasted off, though, and he’s still
article? A you-are-there type of re- with us. He looks a damn sight bet-
port? What?” ter than I feel. He’s kind of bald-
Louie shrugged. “So keep a ing, and very iron-gray-haired and
diary. It’ll be more intimate, like.” skinny, but his skin is tan as an In-
“But what if nothing happens?” dian’s, and right now he’s telling
I insisted hopelessly. jokes in the washroom with the co-
Louie smiled. “So you fake it.” pilot.
I got up from the chair in his of- Jones (that’s the co-pilot; I
fice and stepped to the door. didn’t quite catch his first name) is
“That’s dishonest,” pointed out.
.1 scarlet-faced, barrel-chested and
“Creative is the word,” Louie gives the general appearance of be-
said. longing under the spreading chest-
So I went on the first trip to nut tree, not in a metal bullet fling-
Mars. And I kept a diary. This is ing itself out into airless space.
it. And it is honest. Honest it is. Come to think of it, who does be-
long where we are?
October 1, 1960 The navigator’s name is Lloyd
THEY PICKED the launching Streeter, but I haven’t seen his face
date from the March, 1959, New yet.He has a little cubicle behind
York Times, which stated that this the pilot’s compartment, with all
was the most likely time for launch- kinds of maps and rulers and things.
ing. Trip time is supposed to take He keeps bent low Over a welded
260 days (that’s one way), so to the wall (they call it the bulk-
we’re aimed toward where Mars head, for some reason or other)
THE DOPE ON MARS 95
table, scratching away with a ball- “A little,” I admitted.
point pen on the maps, and now “How about a game sometime?”
and then calling numbers over a “Sure,” I said. “Do you have a
microphone to the pilot. His hair board?”
is red and curly, and he looks as He didn’t.
though he’d be tall if he ever gets Lloyd went away then, but the
to stand up. There are freckles on interview wasn’t wasted. I learned
the backs of his hands, so I think that he is tall and does have a
he’s probably got them on his face, freckled face. Maybe we can build
too. So far, all he’s said is, “Scram, a chessboard. my paper and
With
I’m busy.” his ballpoint pen and ruler, it should
Kroger tells me that the pilot’s be easy. Don’t know what we’ll use
name is Patrick Desmond, but that for pieces, though.
I can call him Pat when I get to Jones (I still haven’t learned his
know him better. So far, he’s still firstname) has been up with the
Captain Desmond to me. I haven’t He passed my room
pilot all day.
the vaguest idea what he looks like. on the way to the galley (the
He was already on board when I kitchen) for a cup of dark brown
got here, withmy typewriter and coffee (they like it thick) and told
ream of paper, so we didn’t meet. me we were almost past the
that
My compartment small but
is Moon. asked to look, but he said
I
clean. I mean clean now. It wasn’t not yet; the instrument panel is
during blastoff. The inertial gravi- Top Secret. They’d have to cover
ties didn’t bother me so much as it so I could look out the viewing
the gyroscopic spin they put on the screen, and they still need it for
ship so we have a sort of artificial steering or something.
gravity to hold us against the I still haven’t met the pilot.
curved floor. It’s that constant
whirly feeling that gets me. I get October 3, 1960
sick on merry-go-rounds, too. WELL, I’VE met the pilot. He is
They’re having pork for dinner kind of squat, with a vulturish neck
today. Not me. and close-set jet-black eyes that
make him look rather mean, but he
October 2, 1960 was pleasant enough, and said I
FEELING MUCH better today. could call him Pat. I still don’t
Kroger gave me a box of Drama- know Jones’ first name, though Pat
mine pills. He says they’ll help my spoke to him, and it sounded like
stomach. So far, so good. Flants. That can’t be right
Lloyd came by, also. “You play Also, I am one of the first five
chess?” he asked. men in the history of the world to
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see the opposite side of the Moon, and he had important work to do
with a bluish blurred crescent be- and he went away.
yond it that Pat said was the Earth. I went to the galley for coffee
The back of the Moon isn’t much and had a talk about moss with
different from the front. As to the Kroger. He said there was a good
space in front of the ship, well, it’s chance of lichen on Mars, and I
all black with white dots in it, and misunderstood and said, “A good
none of the dots move, except in a chance of liking what on Mars?”
circle that Pat says is a “torque” and Kroger finished his coffee and
result from the gyroscopic spin went up front.
we’re in. Actually, he explained to When I got back to my compart-
me, the screen is supposed to keep ment, Lloyd had taken away the
the image of space locked into chessboard and all his buttons. He
place no matter how much we spin. told me later he needed it to back
But some kind of a “drag.”
there’s up a star map.
I told him I hoped it didn’t mean Pat slept mostly all day in his
we’d land on Mars upside down. He compartment, and Jones sat and
just stared at me. watched the screen revolve. There
I can’t say I was too impressed wasn’t much to do, so I wrote a
with that 16 x 19 view of outer poem, sort of.
space. been done much better
It’s
on it.
ONLY 17 DAYS to go. I saw Mars The sky is a blinding pink, or may-
ever, but it didn’t get dark. Kroger to the far edge of the water and
tellsme that there are phosphores- looking at us and whistling at each
cent bacteria living in the mold on other. A little Martian came near
the walls. The air has a fresh-dug- the edge of the water and a larger
grave smell, but it’s richer in oxy- Martian whistled like crazy and
gen than even at the stream. dragged it away.
We’re in a small cave that is just “Water must be dangerous to
off a bigger cave where lots of tun- them,” said Kroger.
nels come together. I can’t remem- “We shoulda brought water pis-
ber which one we came in through, tols,”Jones muttered.
and neither can anyone else. Jones Pat said maybe we can swim to
asked me what the hell I kept writ- safety. Kroger told Pat he was
ing in the diary for, did I want to crazy, that the little island we’re on
make it a gift to' Martian archeolo- here underground is bordered by a
gists? But I said where there’s life fast river that goes into the planet
there’s hope, and now he won’t talk We’d end up drowned in some grot-
to me. I congratulated Kroger on to in the heart of the planet, says
the lichen I’d seen, but he just said Kroger.
a short and unscientific word and “What the hell,” says Pat, “it’s
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Lloyd blinked, then nodded Pat has declared a state of emer-
back and walked around the gency. Quick thinking, that’s Pat.
rocket. I heard a crunching sound Lloyd, before he remembered and
and the shattering of glass, not un- turned scarlet, suggested we radio
like the noise made when one Earth for instructions. We can’t.
drives a rifle butt through a radio. Here we are, somewhere in a
Well, it’s time for takeoff. void headed for Earth, with enough
air and water left for maybe three
THIS TIME it wasn’t so bad. I days — if the Martians don’t take
thought I was getting my space-legs, any more.
but Pat says there’s less gravity on Kroger is thrilled that he is
Mars, so escape velocity didn’t learning something, maybe, about
have to be so fast, hence a smoother Martian reproductive processes.
(relatively) trip on our shock-ab- When he told Pat, Pat put it to a
sorbing bunks. vote whether or not to jettison
Lloyd wants to play chess again. Kroger through the airlock. How-
be careful not to win this time.
I’ll ever, it was decided that respon-
However, if I don’t win, maybe this sibility was pretty well divided.
time I’ll be the one to quit. Lloyd had gotten the crystals,
Kroger is busy in his cramped Kroger had only studied them, and
lab space trying to classify the lit- Jones had brought them aboard.
tle moss he was able to gather, and So Kroger stays, but meanwhile
Jones and Pat are up front watch- the air is getting worse. Pat sug-
ing the white specks revolve on that gested Kroger put us all into a state
black velvet again. of suspended animation till land-
Guess I’ll take a nap. ing time, eight months away. Kro-
ger said, “How?”
June 26, 1961
HELL’S BELLS. Kroger says June 27, 1961
there are two baby Martians loose AIR IS FOUL and I’m very
on board ship. Pat told him he thirsty.Kroger says that at least—
was nuts, but there are certain when the Martians get bigger —
signs he’s right. Like the missing they’ll have to show themselves.
charcoal in the air-filtration-and- Pat says what do we do then? We
reclaiming (AFAR) system. And can’t afford the water we need to
the water gauges are going down. melt them down. Besides, the
But the clincher is those two sugar melted crystals might all turn into
crystals Lloyd had grabbed up little Martians.
when we were in that zoo. They’re Jones says he’ll go down spit-
gone. ting.
HE
T tense
small group of Earth
colonists
and
stood on a
walked
away from the huddled mob
as
I stood at ease to
was proper. I
one side, as
knew what would
happen, because I was from Trans-
star. We have been taught to un-
derstand the inevitable.
holding up his gun. You could hear The child came running out of
the mother weep. the woods. I noted that they were
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A Transstar agent's duty was to observe,
not the woods of Earth, though they had become an “it” since falling
were brown. Nor was the grass the into the hands of the aliens, I felt
grass of Earth, though it was green. a tremor underneath my condition-
The child cried, “Mother!” The ing. In Transstar you are taught
leader raised his gun and shot it. that the conditioning is a sheath,
Even though I understood that pliable but breakable; you do not
the child was no longer a “him” and put all faith in it.
TRANSSTAR 109
Now the important thing was the far this colonyis meeting only the
It was a good trick the first time with your magnificent star-ship
or two, and for the love of its chil- and your empire of power, stand-
dren three thousand lives had been ing by while we suffer.”
lost, two starting colonies wiped “I am sorry.”
out. This third colony had to suc- He raised his hands and stepped
ceed. I suspected that was why towards me, but an orange light
Transstar sent me here. hummed from the walls. He looked
The leader turned sadly towards surprised. He dropped his hands.
his colonists. A man advanced: “A “Now that you’ve properly
burial! It is safe to bury!” cursed me, tell me the real reason
“It is not safe to bury,” said the for your visit, Mr. Mayor,” I said,
leader. button off.
flicking the protective
The man raised his arm. The He eased into his chair wearily.
leader hesitated and lost both his It was a great planet to take the
leadership and his life, because the starch out of the leaders.
half-maddened parent shot him in “We had a visit from the eaber.”
the chest . . He went on talking eagerly. The
eaber had picked this planet, Point
"D ACKRILL came to my Trans- Everready, as an advance planet-
star ship. “You stood there,” city for their own culture. They
he said, eyes accusing. “You sit here would kill the Earth colony if it
now. You let the eaber do these didn’t leave. Rackrilhad told them
things to us — yet you’re from about Transstar, about me. That I
Transstar, representing the incred- represented the total war capacity
ible power of the Sol system. of the solar system. That I was in
Why?” instantaneous touch with Trans-
“Transstar was formed to handle star Prime, near Mars, and that
star-sized situations,” I replied. “So behind me stood a million space
110 GALAXY
shipsand countless prime fighting guarded prerogative of the Trans-
men, with weapons of power and star system, which is in itself mere-
vigor that could pulverize the ly a check-and-report to keep track
eaber to dust. That I was there to of all Earth colonies spread out
see that the Earth colony survived, among the stars.
“This is only partly true,” I said.
“I afnhere to see whether an Earth T LOOKED at my condition
colony can survive.” -* panel. It glowed an off-white
Anyway, Rackril had gotten the on the neat star-ship wall. Condi-
eaber stirred up. They were com- tion white, nothing unusual; the
ing to see me. Okay? same color I had stared at for five
“I am Transstar,” I said. “I can years as a full agent and fifteen
only observe, not interfere.” years before that as both associate
He got mad again, but there was and assistant, learning the Trans-
really no more to say. He left, go- star operation.
ing from the marvelous machinery I thought about the dead boy,
of my ship back to the crudeness of sleeping now on the grasses of
the village. I felt sorry for him and Everready, as I made my daily re-
his people and wished I could re- port, pricking a card with three
assure him. simple marks, feeding it to the
I could not. transmitter which reported back to
Yet somewhere back at Trans- Prime. It seemed unfair, even with
Prime there was more than or-
star all my years of Transstar condi-
dinary interest in Point Everready. tioning, that a boy would only de-
I wondered, as every Transstar serve three pinpricks in a daily
agent must, how far Transstar report. The human race had not
would go on this project. Few been standing behind him.
Transstar men have ordered Con- It probably would not stand be-
ditionPrime Total Red. Condition hind this colony.
Prime Total Red is the complete For that matter, though I had
amassing and release of our total the safety of this rather expensive
war-making capacity directed at star-ship, the human race would
one enemy in one place at one time. probably not stand behind me, if
You don’t get a CPTR more than the eaber turned out to be tough
once in decades; men in Trans- aliens. Many an agent has died in
star have served a lifetime and local or regional situations.
never directed one. I drank a cup of tea, but the
This is good, because CPTR is warm drink didn’t help. Somehow
devastating in cost, machines and these last years I had become more
men. It is the most jealously emotional. It was hard to be a
TRANSSTAR 111
Transstar agent — for, by the time surge of sickness tickled in me,
you learned how, you were too rushed up to a nerve agony. I just
knowing in the ways of space to had time to relax and let the rap-
keep that prep school enthusiasm. ing power of his ray, or whatever
I remembered the men who had it was, knock me out into a wel-
lived and the men who had died come darkness. A non-conditioned
as I drank my tea and felt sad. man would have screamed and
Towards midnight the colonists writhed on the floor, fighting the
sent scout ships up, as ordered by overpowering darkness. I rushed
Rackril. They were met by an with it, gave in to it.
equal number of eaber scout ships.
The patrol fight was dull, with "D RESENTLY there was a gen-
drones being chopped off by both -* tie bird-twitter. I sat up; Eu-
sides.Nothing decisive. The eaber ben’s power turned off. He laughed
were good. I wondered if they also down at me.
had a Transstar somewhere back “Some Earth-power, some poten-
at their home planet, a totality of cy,” he said, gesturing at my con-
force that might match Condition trol panel. I had, indeed, pushed
Prime Total Red, and result in a my orange safety button, which
stand-off fight. This had never hap- should have frozen him immobile
pened in history. Someday we as it had Rackril. It had no effect
might even find somebody better on him or his friend.
than CPTR. I tried to get up, but was as
At that instant expansion to the weak and shaking as an old man.
starswould stop, I knew. So I sat there.
Whatever I thought about the “You are the protector to the
eaber at long distance, I’d have a Earthians,” he said.
chance to learn more. A couple of “No, Euben. I am merely here
them were now approaching my to observe.”
ship. “You’ll observe them made ex-
They were sentient life. They Watcher,” he said. “This is the
tinct,
were neither monsters nor particu- perimeter of eaber. We want this
larly Earthlike. It was this balance planet ourselves.”
of like-unlike that gave me the be- “That remains to be seen,” I said,
ginnings of a shudder under my finally rising stiffly and plopping
conditioning. into my chair. I turned off the use-
The reddish one advanced into lessorange button.
my cabin. “Euben,” he said. He Euben roamed his eyes around
made a motion of turning with his the ship. “Better than your colony
hands, tapered fingers spread. A has. You are special.”
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“I am special,” I said. he said. ‘Watch this.” He nudged
“They say you represent great the other eaber who stepped for-
power,” he said. ward and brought something out of
“That is true.” his robe.
“We have waited a long time to It was a boned, dehydrated hu-
see this power,” said Euben. “We man.
have exterminated two of your col- The thing — evidently a human
onies, and have not seen it.” — had
survivor of an earlier colony
“If this is all of eaber, it isn’t very the floppy, mindlessmanner of a
large,” I said. “This planet could puppy dog, mewling and whimper-
hardly hold a hundred thousand.” ing on its long chain. Euben
“I said we were perimeter. Be- snapped his fingers. The former hu-
hind us, thousands of planets. Tril- man ki-yied and scampered back
lions of eaber. There is nothing like under its owner’s robe.
us in the universe.” “Cute,” said Euben. “De-skele-
“We’ve heard that before.” toned Earthmen bring a good price
This time he brought up two in the pet-shops of eaber, so you
hands, to begin his twirling. I re- are not a total loss in the universe.”
acted with a hypnosis block, which
shunted off all my natural functions HERE came a sudden scream
fpr a micro-second (with the help and convulsion from the eaber’s
of the plate I was standing on). The robe. The eaber jumped back. The
pain was much less. He merely tragic, deboned human fell to the
brought me to my knees. floor dead, spending a thin, too-
“Ah, you are not totally feeble,” bright red ebb of blood.
he said. “Still I make you bow to “Eh — how
did you do that?”
me with the twisting of my bare asked Euben, stepping back a little,
hands in the air.” “I am Transstar,” I said. “Cer-
But Earthmen do not greet
“Yes. tain things we do not permit with
new races with tricks and talk like our life-form. I urge you not to
two small boys bragging about how continue this practice.”
tough their older brothers are,” I “So—” said Euben toeing at the
said. “I am not here to brag tough. dead man. “And he was so cute, too.
I am here to observe.” Ah, well. There are more out there.”
“If you don’t like what you ob- I controlled my voice and did
serve?” not look down. “Can you establish
“Perhaps we will do something your need for this planet?” I asked.
about it. Perhaps not.” “Yes. We are eaber; that is
TRANSSTAR 113
made a gesture. “This planet also fore it was barely in sight, I had
falls along our perimeter. oc- We retreated to my all-purpose closet
cupy this space — so. We have well He laughed, peering at me through
utilized the solar and alpha planet the observation window and tried
systems, and it is time that we the various rays and whatnot in
move out once more. This planet his weapon. Nothing much hap-
is but one of a thousand Earth colo- pened for a while — heat, radiation,
nies moving out to new space.” standard
gas, sonic vibrations, the
Euben shook his head. ‘What a stuff. knew he could
Pretty soon I
ridiculous civilization! All space in take me; but it would take him
this arc is saber. We close the door, about three days. Fair enough.
so—” The eaber were tough, but not
He made a fast gesture with his unbeatable — at least on what he
hand that tore inside of me, like had shown me.
a hot knife, scraping the bottom of He put away his black box. I
my lungs. I was pretty much rid- stepped through the door. Decon-
ing on my conditioning now. I was tamination worked all right, but the
sickened, angry with Euben and heat-reducer was wheezing like an
his race. But it was slightly differ- asthma victim in a grain field.
ent from dealing with an Earth “So. You are junior good,” said
neighbor you Bravery and
dislike. Euben. He turned and left the ship,
caution! Always bravery— and cau- whistling in a very Earthian way,
tion. not bothering to look back.
“So you block us here,” I said. The other eaber remained. I of-
“Perhaps we will go elsewhere for fered him a cup of tea, which he
a hundred or a thousand years. It’s drank greedily. He had something
no use to fight over space. There that looked a little like a serpent’s
are millions of planets.” tongue which he ran quickly over
“Do you truly believe so?” the control board panels. He sniff-
smiled Euben. “Naive! The eaber tasted the instruments, the furnish-
do not like unknown life-forms ings, the modest weapons and com-
prowling the universe. We will munications equipment I had.
come to and alpha, as you call
solar Then he stepped back.
them, and put you on a chain like “You will not survive eaber,” he
that one dead on the floor.” said. He left, not bothering to step
‘We might resist that,” I said. over the deboned Earthman.
“How?” said Euben, bringing a I picked up the soft, cooling mass
black box out from under his robe. and set it on the TV
cradle. I didn’t
I have had my share of black callthrough channels. I slapped the
boxes in my Transstar years. Be- Transstar Central button and let
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them have a look at the creature “A colony is a local situation,”
on the plate. said Jackson. “Unfortunately, if we
squandered our life-power every-
T JENNESSY was on the monitor time a few colonists died, we’d still
at Transstar Prime, near be confined to the moon. They
Mars. He gasped. “That’s not colonize of their own free will.”
good,” he said. “Just a minute.” Itouched the dead Earthman.
I sank into the chair and made “Yeah,” he said. “Nobody knew
more tea with shaking hands. The about that. It’ll get your planet
screen above me lighted and I was plenty of free space in the casts.TV
staring at Twelve. Thirteen is as We’ll get a blubbering from the
high as you get in Transstar. League for Space Safety.”
“You’ve bought it,” he said. “In “It makes me want to blubber a
your arc you have the only mind- little myself,” I said.
contact with the eaber. Elsewhere Twelve Jackson gave me a long,
they’ve only made patrol war,” hard look. “Stay Transstar or get
“Anybody solved them?” I asked. out,” he said.
“Yes and no,” said Twelve Jack- I gave him the rest of my report-
son slowly. “They can hit us with interview on the tape and tried to
a freeze-burn system they’ve got. get some sleep. The eaber came
Explodes you. We
can reach them over the colony about midnight
with most of our conventionals, but and bombed it a little, and I
they don’t die easily. Range and groaned awake.
depth of their civilization, un- It must have been a half-hour
known.” later that I heard a scratching on
I told him about their trillion — the ship’s window. It was Rackril,
according to Euben. Then I asked, peering in at me.
“Whaf s my condition?” When I joined him in the soft
Jackson hesitated and I saw his spring night he was excited.
hands twiddle over his buttons. “I’ve gotsomething to show your
“Condition orange,” he said, taking high-falutin’ boys back at Mars,” he
me off white. Power reached said. “A real something.”
through space. In seventy-five sec- We went in silence to his head-
onds I could feel the sudden, subtle quarters through the sweet night
shift in the ship’s power fields, as grasses of Everready. It was truly
they built up. a planet of richness and beauty in
“Don't get excited,” he said. “I’ve a natural sense, and I thought again
got a dozen oranges on the board.” of the contrast of the poisoned boy
“What about the colony here?” and the monstrosities of human
I said. had created un-
pets that the eaber
TRANSSTAR 115
der this moon, in their eaber cities, Transstar quotes must come from
on this fine world. Transstar Prime.”
Mymood was shattered the in- “Those fossilized, dehumanized
stant we stepped into Rackril’s old men on Mars,” she said. “Never
combination mayor’s home-admin- mind. I’ll find my own stories.”
istration center. The Colony Cor- “Not here you won’t,” said Rack-
respondent had arrived. ril,with authority’s natural fear of
There are simply too many the tapes. “It’s past midnight. Go to
Earth colonies for the space news bed. Tomorrow my tape man will
services to cover them all. So they give you a tour.”
assign a Colony Correspondent to She stuck out her tongue. “I’ve
cover the whole arc, and you al- had the tour. They’re all alike, full
ways find them where the most of lies and grease, signifying noth-
trouble is. ing. Only thing I ever learned on
an official tour was how to defend
r|'' HIS one was a woman. She was myself against the passes of the
of the young, peppy breed of tape men.”
females that start out life as a tom- But she allowed herself to be
boy and remain in trouble all of pushed out. I guess it was the near-
their lives because they like to tragic urgency of our manner.
take chances. I was doubly dis- Rackril led me into an inner
turbed. First because it meant that room. On the bed rested a woman,
wildly distorted stories would soon but there was a strangeness to her.
be muddying things back in solar She was ancient in her skin, yet
and alpha; second, because this something about her bones told you
cute lady reminded me of my own she was hardly thirty. Her flesh was
Alicia, who had been a Transstar blue-splotched, the eyes animal-
agent along with me, back a seem- bright. Rackril gestured at her; she
ing thousand years ago when I was whimpered and squirmed in her
merely a Four. She had the same bed.
snapping black eyes, the same I laid a hand on his arm. “The
statuesque figure, the same light- eaber can hypnotize and make a
humored air. hand gesture that tears you apart
“Well, so Transstar is really inside,” I said. “Don’t hold up your
here!” she said. “Hey, Chief, how hands in front of her.”
about a Transstar quote?” “We got her story,” said Rackrill,
“Young lady, I am not Chief,” I low-voiced. “She’s been prisoner to
said drily. “My name is Webster, the eaber for over a year. From
and I hold the Transstar rank of Colony Two, I guess. The eaber
Seven, and you well know that all used her for — breeding.”
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He led me to a smaller cot, the men. One of them shot it. No-
where a blanket covered a figure. body blamed him. Tomorrow we’re
For a fleeting second I didn’t want going out and take these rats, and
him to pull back the blanket. He rescue those poor women that are
pulled it back. still over there. Does your highness
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patrol, high up, gently wafted over Jackson. ‘We can only help them
us on an observation mission. home if they want to go.”
I shook my head. “At least go off I rang up Euben on the eaber
in the forest where you have some channel which I used for official
protection — and some wood for communications — so far, mostly
your fires!” for protests. Euben made his inno-
I turned to go. A clod of soil cent, bird-twitter laugh. “Thank
struck my back, then a small stone. you for your protest about the colo-
“Go, Transstar filth, go!” They ny extinction,” he said. “This keeps
were all picking up the chant now. my clerks busy. Your colony may
“I’ll file a tape all right!” cried leave at any time. In fact, I recom-
Martha. “I can still get through to mend this. We will need all the
the world. The people will act, even space on this planet very soon.”
if Transstar won’t.”
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an emotion-powered, unorganized Rackril’s defenders. Government
mass movement to succeed,” I said. leaders, sensing the temper of the
“Only Transstar is properly voters,threw their weight at Trans-
equipped for space war.” star Prime, calling for action. They
“Even Transstar men are quit- got nowhere. Transstar resists tem-
ting to join us!” she cried. porary popular politics just as it
“Possibly a few at the lower lev- does local situations.
els.Not the agents.” “You certainly can’t call this a
“No — not the dehumanized local situation!” I told Twelve
agents! Nor the feeble old men of Jackson.
Transstar Prime who stole their He sighed. “No, not any more.
power from the governments of But the principle is missing. Every-
men, who drool over buttons they body’s mad, but the eaber haven’t
never dare push!” yet posed a major threat to the
“The eaber do this to provoke human race.”
us,” I said, “to show our power at “They’ve got a couple hundred
their command, at their site of bat- thousand fighting ships at our per-
tle, at a time they control. That’s imeter,” I said.
why Transstar Prime won’t be “They haven’t invaded territory
sucked into the trap.” we call our own. All the fighting is
“They want to fight us. The time in no-man’s land. We’re trained to
isnow!” she said. determine a real danger from a
“The time is not yet,” I said. false one, and so far they don’t
I went back to my lonely ship, seem to be a real danger.”
haunted by the faces of Rackril and “Itcan get late fast,” I said.
his men as they glowed on my re- “Are you ready to ask for Con-
port tapes. I hunted the news dition Prime Total Red?”
broadcasts of solar and alpha and There was a silence while I tried
watched the revulsion and convul- to separate my sympathetic feel-
sion of men back home — the enor- ings from the intelligence of the
mous waste of the emotional jag. military situation. “No, sir,” I said.
I saw ships starting from Earth to “Thirteen Mayberry agrees with
reach us, ill-prepared even to reach you,” said the Twelve, looking over
the moon, hurling across space his shoulder, and then I saw the
vastnesses to become derelicts. I shadow of a sleeve of the top man.
saw men throwing their pocket Transstar’s Prime Prime, as the
money at passing paraders of the agents half-jokingly called him.
anti-eaber crusade, normal ship- At least the desiccated old men
ping woefully hampered by the near Mars were getting more in-
ridiculous items being sent to terested.
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<f~|N the day the first Earth-cru- questioning Prime’s judgment.
sade task force arrived, both Certainly they could have given
Martha and Rackril came to the me power to negotiate for the colo-
ship. ny with Euben. Certainly there
“You know it’s the end of Trans- were some potent weapons, short
star,” Martha told me. She was of total war, which we could have
more subdued and serious, but she used on these vain primitives as
still had the high-school glow of easily as the ones they used on
mysticism in her eyes. “The people us. Nor need I have been brought
have been sold out for the last to my knees in front of Euben.
time.” Yet my orders were to observe
“No one’s been sold out,” I said. — report — take no action.
“We are in a painful contact with We went aloft to watch the
a race that both powerful and
is Earthmen’s attack. Both Martha
primitive. They can’t be reasoned and Rackril were set for an initial
with, yet we can’t blow them up penetration to the first eaber city.
until, at least, they give evidence As the massive fleet from Earth
that they intend to blow us up. So wheeled in from space and went
far it’s only a border incident, as directly to the attack, they cheered
they used to be called in one-world like students in a rooting section.
days.” I cautioned them that five thou-
“We aren’t waiting,” said Mar- sand ships, strained from a long
tha. “Five thousand ships! The first flight from alpha, could hardly up-
TRANSSTAR 123
ter that. We’ll blacken the skies killing off all Earthmen, we shall
with ships.” simply turn them into eaber. An in-
But she went quickly, avoiding ferior eaber, but still eaber. We
my eyes. have taken a few samples from
“You’ll always have sanctuary Rackril’s post as prototypes.”
on my ship,” I told Rackril as he “This is forbidden!” I snapped.
went. “You will declare war?” asked
“Your ship!” he snorted. “After Euben eagerly. I thought his eager-
today I’d rather trust my own ness had grown.
stockade when Euben comes “We don’t know whom we deal
around. Incidentally, he has been with,” I said. “You may be only a
kidnapping my work parties. Tell patrol captain, with a small com-
him we don’t like that. Tell him mand.”
we’ve been able to catch a few “I could also be commander-in-
eaber, and when we do we cut them chief of all the eaber in space,” said
into four equal parts while they’re Euben. “Which I happen to be.”
still alive.” He said it too offhandedly to be
“Please don’t,” I said. a lie, although I suspected he was
really deputy commander to the
T^UBEN came along as I was silent eaber who stood behind him.
having my
evening tea. “Ah, “Then I formally demand that
my scholarly friend with the glasses you cease and desist all harass-
and the tea-drinking, the big words ments, mutilations and hostilities
and the scoldings. I must thank you against humans,” I said.
for keeping at least a part of our Euben looked at me a long time.
fleet in practice. A rather nice Then he held out what could rea-
patrol action today, Webster. Is sonably be called an arm, which his
that your Transstar?” companion grasped.
“No. I ask you now what your in- My ship seemed to whirl about
tentions are as to this planet and me. It was no such thing. Instead
our future relations,” I said, aware I was suspended upside down in
that Transstar Prime, through this the air over my desk, and Euben
ship, had been watching the long and the other left the ship, “Fare-
day’s affairs. well, brave-foolish,” called Euben
Euben had brought his friend mockingly. “Next time I come it is
with him. They both lolled at their to collect you for eaberization!”
ease in my cabin. His laugh was proud and full of
“It has been hard to determine,” confidence.
said Euben. “We have finally de- When I finally managed to right
cided that, rather than waste rays myself and get back behind my
124 GALAXY
desk, I called Transstar Prime and It was easy to see that it was
got Twelve Jackson. I feared I saw one of his own colonists, upon
a flick of amusement in his eyes. which extensive biology had been
“They are determined now for used to turn him into something
war,” I said. “How do we stand?” eaber-like.
“You continue to observe,” said “It’s going to happen to us all,”
TRANSSTAR 125
power wall I set up with the help Rackril slapped my face. “Better
of the ship, using Transstar power. come out of it, Webster. Can we
They couldn’t waylay our work stand an attack like that?”
parties in the woods after I taught I gulped a wake-up pill and
them how to use mind-blocks brought myself alert. “No, we can-
which were meaningless to the not. This is our day for extinction.
eaber. Our only decision now is to pick
We got our tunnel through and the time and place of our going.
blew up one third of an eaber city Let’s get over to the Transstar ship
with one of my strontium 90 pills. as fast as possible.”
We were also able to capture a few “I’m not leaving Point Ever-
eaber patrol ships and send them ready,” growled Rackril.
right back, with fair-sized atomic “Nor am I,” I said. “Let’s move,
blasts. The rest we manned and man.”
used against the eaber. They were It was a sticky hour getting back
totally confused with being at- to my ship. By that time our stock-
tacked by their own ships. It wasn’t ade, power block and all, had been
enough to destroy a twentieth of pulverized to dust behind us by the
their operation. But it kept them attacking weight of the eaber ships.
busy. “Take me up, Rackril,” I said
I was never once outside my as we reached the bottom of the
combat slacks. ship. “I can’t climb any more.”
I got little sleep. I lived for the He pointed up dumbly. The fox
present moment, working hand and face of Euben and his eternal com-
shoulder with Raclcril’s men. When panion grinned down at us. I
disaster came, it came all at once. shifted out a gun and took off the
I led a night patrol to place the safety.“Take me up, Rackril.”
next strontium 90 pill overland It was almost ceremonial as
runnel me was too slow. I caught an Rackril and the bare half-dozen
eaber freeze-ray that shattered my who had made it through gathered
leg. In the confusion we lost Mar- about me in the cabin. I eased
tha to the eaber, which I only painfully into my chair. Euben saw
learned when I’d been carried back my leg and grinned. “Looks like an
to the stockade. amputation before we can make
When dawn broke, Rackril you a- useful eaber,” he said.
shookme out of a dazed sleep. My bullet skipped across his
“Look,” he said. shoulder. “Stand over by that wall,
“Ten thousand ships to destroy you,” I said. "You, Euben! I’m talk-
two dozen men,” I laughed. “It’s ing to you.”
all right, Alicia.” “You cannot order me,” he said,
126 GALAXY
but he moved back sprightlily wondering how long you’d permit
enough. “I humor you, you see,” he this minor outrage to go on.”
said. “Your stockade is gone. You “It ends now!” I said. “Listen,
have nothing but this ship. I have Prime, I have Earth people here
decided to have it gently blasted who demand sanctuary of Trans-
into space as worthless junk.” star.”
He gestured out of the window, “You have it,” he “We will
said.
where his ships were making passes up that ship, son. No power in the
now. My Transstar ship shuddered. universe will keep it on the
“We can bounce it off the planet ground.”
like a harmless rubber ball,” he “The eaber are upping it quite
said. He gestured in back of me. “I nicely, thanks,” I said. “But we
have also returned your woman of don’t want it upped!”
whom you think so much. She is I had to stop talking while the
worthless to become an eaber.” thudding blows of the gentle eaber
rays buffeted the ship.
T TURNED and saw the thin “Not upped?” asked Mayberry.
shape of what had once been “No, sir, not upped. We’re stay-
Martha, huddled on my navigator’s ing! We hold the ground that this
bench. It was obvious that they had Transstar ship rests on, in the name
treated her roughly. From the of Earth. It isn’t much, only about
trickle of blood at her mouth, she fifty feet long and twenty-five wide,
was badly hemorrhaged. She could but it’s Earth territory. No race or
not live. force may deprive us of our real
I stared down at her. It was hard estate.”
to tell if she still recognized me. “You tell him!” cried Rackril.
She opened her mouth slightly, and I turned to Euben. “Now, friend,”
I saw the black familiar shape of I said, “just ease this ship back to
the eaber reptile tongue. our ground. It’s Earth ground. We
I turned away, light-headed with intend to hold it!”
sorrow and anger. “Your leg-wound has made you
I jabbed a button and looked up mad,” said Euben, with a shrug.
at the tall TV. It wasn’t Twelve “We have decided that you are not
Jackson. It was Thirteen Mayber- even worthy to be eaber pets.”
ry, Mr. Prime himself. “Last warning, Euben! You’ve
“What are you staring at, you got yourself a Transstar situation.”
old goat?” I cried, a little hysteri- Euben didn’t hesitate.
cally.“Sore because I took action He turned his hands in the air.
to save my own hide?” I rolled in pain, but I kept seated.
“No, you young fool. I was just When I could see again from the
TRANSSTAR 127
pain, I looked up. Mayberry and
Jackson and Hennessy and the for-
ty-one division commanders of
Transstar were blazing from the
wall. The TV
looked like a Christ-
mas tree.
“Transstar orders this ship down,
aijd that ground preserved in the
name of Earth-alpha!” said May-
berry shortly to Euben.
Euben looked at the old man
and shook “Madmen,” he
his head.
on you.” He spit on the
said. “I spit
screen at Mayberry. He had
learned Earth insults well.
“My condition is Prime Total
Red,” I told Mayberry.
He leaned forward and closed
the seldom-closed circuit at Trans-
star Prime.
“Your condition is Prime Total
Red, and your ship is now com-
mand post for all Earth-alpha star
power.”
128
sputtered and fussed about his
quick ride up over the planet Then
there was the faintest whisper of
— something — back and out and
behind us.
“Brace yourselves, folks,” I told
the Earthmen. “It’s going to be
loud and crowded around here!”
Euben jabbered at some kind of
communicator he held in his hands.
His partner likewise gabbled.
“We have a hundred and fifty
thousand ships,” he told me. “We’ll
tear you to shreds!”
I kicked a chair over at him. “Sit
down. You’re going to want to sit
in a minute.”
“Something’s wrong with the
ship!” cried Rackril. “It’s heavy
and dead!”
“We’re drawing most of the
broadcast power this side of Mars,”
I said. “In a minute you’ll be glad
we have that protection!”
Transstar came then. The fast
patrols whisked out of black space
and leaped into our atmosphere
likegleaming fish that fired a rock-
ing blast of weaponry and were
gone to rendezvous, reform and
pass again. They were like nothing
the eaber had ever seen. They
were made for a star-go like this,
a burst of light, a dazzle and a thun-
came and came and came.
der that
Behind them came the light
patrols and then the medium
patrols and then the heavy patrols
and then the fast light shock
ships and then the medium shock
129
ships and then the heavy shocks, the medium regulars and the high
wave upon wave, upon wave. regulars, each division with thirty
Even wrapped in our thick blan- categories, each category with its
ket of power we were stunned. subdivisions of missiles, rockets and
The planet came alight like a drones. The atmosphere screamed
pearl below us. The air was at us. The density of the light as-
jammed with sound shocks, the sumed sun proportions, and our
dazzle was like a spreading, thick- poor little ship was like a chip on
ening bomb of light that transfixed an angry ocean. Rackril had his
the eyeballs even through the dark mouth wide open. He was yelling
screens I had set up. to relieve his tension at the awe-
“This is early stuff,” I told Eu- some sight; the others were lost
ben conversationally. “They just in the overwhelming cataclysm of
tant ships arrive. Patrols and first I poured myself a cup of tea.
shocks — the usual things, you “These are just the on-call regu-
know.” lars,” I told Euben. “Of course, you
132 GALAXY
“Get me a desk-sized teapot, and a A Transstar agent is both the
soft cushion for a bum leg.” most and the least important of
I turned the ship around and men. He is a fireman who puts out
started to lead the massive fleet fires — a hero, but a shadow. A mas-
home. ter sometimes, but mostly a
I stared at the far-flung stars of servant. I winked at Mayberry on
space as I drank my tea, eyes the screen. They saw I knew and
blurred a little with tears. I was winked back. They had finally lost
an organization man. The organi- a pompous, Transstar-impressed
zation was all I had, or would ever agent and gained a useful career
have. It didn’t seem enough. Even man.
the playing of the Transstar victory They were satisfied.
song left me depressed. So was I.
Then suddenly the light broke. — RAYMOND E. BANKS
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136 GALAXY
opened the collar of his shirt. The ZARWELL FOUND himself
day was hot, and the room had no standing on a vast plain. There was
air conditioning, still a rare luxury no sky above, and no horizon in the
on St. Martin’s. The office window distance. He was in a place without
was open, but it let in no freshness, space or dimension. There was
only the mildly rank odor that per- nothing here except himself — and
vaded all the planet’s habitable the gun that he held in his hand.
area. A weapon beautiful in its effi-
feet, apparently unaware that his ment or distaste. He lay down, fully
shirt clung damply to his body. clothed, on his bed. The visit to the
analyst had done nothing to dispel
TP HE sun was still high when his ennui.
Zarwell left the analyst’s office. The next morning when Zarwell
The white marble of the city’s awoke he lay for a moment, un-
buildings shimmered in the after- moving. The feeling was there
noon heat, squat and austere as again, like a scene waiting only to
giant tree trunks, pock-marked and be gazed at directly to be per-
gray-mottled with windows. Zar- was as though a great wis-
ceived. It
well was careful not to rest his hand dom lay at the edge of understand-
on the flesh searing surface of the ing. If he rested quietly it would
stone. \ all come to him. Yet always, when
The evening meal hour was ap- his mind lost its sleep-induced
138 GALAXY
MONKEY ON HIS BACK 139
lethargy, the moment of near un- wall surrounding the stricken me-
derstanding slipped away. tropolis. He moved in and joined a
This morning, however, the sense party of short, bearded men, direct-
of disorientation did not pass with ing them as they battered at the
full wakefulness. He achieved no wall with a huge log mounted on a
understanding, but the strangeness many-wheeled truck.
did not leave as he sat up. The log broke a breach in the
He gazed about him. The room concrete and the besiegers charged
did not seem to be his own. The through, carrying back the defend-
furnishings, and the clothing he ob- ers who sought vainly to plug the
served in a closet, might have be- gap. Soon there would be rioting
longed to a stranger. in the streets again, plundering and
He pulled himself from his blan- killing.
kets, his body moving with me- Zarwell was not the leader of the
chanical reaction. The slippers into invaders, only a lesser figure in the
which he put his feet were larger rebellion. But he had played a lead-
than he had expected them to be. ing part in the planning of the
He walked about the small apart- strategy that led to the city’s fall.
ment. The place was familiar, but The job had been well done.
only as it would have been if he Time passed, without visible
had studied it from blueprints, not break in the panorama. Now Zar-
as though he lived there. well was fleeing, pursued by the
The feeling was still with him same bearded men who had been
when he returned to the psycho- his comrades before. Still he moved
analyst. with the same firm purpose, vigi-
lant, resourceful, and well prepared
f IP HE scene this time was more for the eventuality that had be-
kaleidoscopic, less personal. fallen. He made his escape without
A village was being ravaged. difficulty.
Men struggled and died in the He alighted from a space ship on
streets. Zarwell moved among still another world — another shift
them, seldom taking part in the in time — and the atmosphere of
individual clashes, yet a moving conflict engulfed him.
force in the confict. Weary but resigned he accepted
The background changed. He it, and did what he had to do . .
140 GALAXY
Zarwell smiled with mild embar- “That’s what makes me so cer-
rassment. “At least in my dreams.” tain,” Bergstrom said confidently.
“Dreams?” Bergstrom’s eyes “You don’t remember what we
widened in surprise. “Oh, I beg your have shown to be true. Conversely
pardon. I must have forgotten to then, what you think you remember
explain. This work is so routine to must be false. It must have been
me that sometimes I forget it’s all implanted there. But we can go
new to a patient. Actually what you into that later. For today I think
experienced under the drug were we have done enough. This episode
not dreams. They were recollec- was quite prolonged.”
tions of real episodes from your “I won’t have any time off again
past.” until nextweek end,” Zarwell re-
Zarwell’s expression became minded him.
wary. He watched Bergstrom “That’s right.” Bergstrom
closely. After a minute, however, thought for a moment. “We
he seemed satisfied, and he let him- shouldn’t let this hang too long.
self settle back against the cushion Could you come here after work
of his chair. “I remember nothing tomorrow?”
of what I saw,” he observed. “I suppose I could.”
“That’s why you’re here, you “Fine,” Bergstrom said with sat-
know,” Bergstrom answered. “To isfaction. “I’ll admit I’m consider-
help you remember.” ably more than casually interested
“But everything under the drug in your case by this time.”
.”
is so . .
they blasted out springs and lakes Not all the world’s citizens were
in the foothills to make their own. content.
Biologists developed the necessary Bergstrom was waiting in his of-
germ and insect life from what they fice when Zarwell arrived that
found in the sea. Where that failed, evening.
they imported microorganisms
from Earth. 1LXE was lying motionless on a
Three rubber-tracked crawlers hard cot, with his eyes closed,
picked their way down from the yet with his every sense sharply
mountains until they joined the quickened. Tentatively he tight-
road passing the belt. They were ened small muscles in his arms and
loaded with ore that would be legs. Across his wrists and thighs
smelted into metal for depleted he felt strapsbinding him to the
Earth, or for other colonies short cot.
of minerals. It was St. Martin’s only “So that’s our big, bad man,” a
export thus far. coarse voice above him observed
142 GALAXY
caustically. “He doesn’t look so from him Zarwell had unobtrusive-
tough now, does he?” ly loosened his bonds as much as
“It might have been better to possible with arm leverage. As the
kill him right away,” a second, less big man drew his chair nearer, he
confident voice said. “It’s supposed made the hand farthest from him
to be impossible to hold him.” tight and compact and worked it
Zarwell opened his eyes a slit to The grin faded from the oily face
observe his surroundings. as the man stood up. He leaned over
the cot — and Zarwell’s left hand
It was a mistake. “He’s out of
shot up and locked about his throat,
it,” first speaker said, and Zar-
the
joined almost immediately by the
well allowed his eyes to open fully.
right.
The voice, he saw, belonged to
the big man who had bruised him
The man’s mouth opened and he
against the locker at the spaceport.
tried to yell as he threw himself
Irrelevantly he wondered how he frantically backward. He clawed at
knew now that it had been a space- the hands about his neck. When
port. that failed to break the grip he sud-
His captor’s broad face jeered denly reversed his weight and
down at Zarwell. “Have a good drove his fist at Zarwell’s head.
sleep?” he asked with mock solici- Zarwell pulled the struggling
tude. Zarwell did not deign to ac- body down against his chest and
knowledge that he heard. held it there until all agitated
The big man turned. “You can movement ceased. He sat up then,
tell the Chief he’s awake,” he said. letting the body slide to the floor.
Zarwell followed his gaze to where The straps about his thighs came
a younger man, with a blond lock of loose with little effort.
hair on his forehead, stood behind
him. The youth nodded and went TP HE analyst dabbed at his upper
out, while the other pulled a chair lip with a handkerchief. “The
up to the side of Zarwell’s cot. episodes are beginning to tie to-
While their attention was away gether,” he said, with an attempt at
MONKEY ON HIS BACK 143
nonchalance. “The next couple “No.” Bergstrom was angry now.
should do it.” “But use that logical mind you’re
Zarwell did not answer. His supposed to have! Scenes before
memory seemed on the point of this have shown what kind of man
complete return, and he sat quietly, you are. Just because this last hap-
hopefully. However, nothing more pened here on St. Martin’s makes
came and he returned his attention little difference. If I was going to
to his more immediate problem. turn you in to the police, I’d have
Opening a button on his shirt, he done it before this.”
pulled back a strip of plastic cloth Zarwell debated with himself the
just below his rib cage and took truth of what the other had said.
out a small flat pistol. He held it ‘Why didn’t you turn me in?” he
in the palm of his hand. He knew asked.
now why he always carried it. “Because you’re no mad-dog
Bergstrom had his bad moment. killer!” Now that the crisisseemed
“You’re not going to . .
.” he began to be past, Bergstrom spoke more
at the sight of the gun. He tried calmly, even allowed himself to
again. “You must be joking.” relax. “You’re still pretty much in
“I have very little sense of hu- the fog about yourself. I read more
mor,” Zarwell corrected him. in those comanalyses than you did.
“You’d be foolish!” I even know who you are!”
Bergstrom obviously realized Zarwell’s eyebrows raised.
how close he was to death. Yet ‘Who am I?” he asked, very in-
surprisingly, after the first start, terested now. Without attention he
he showed little fear. Zarwell had put his pistol away in a trouser
thought the man a bit soft, too pocket.
adjusted to a life of ease and some Bergstrom brushed the question
prestige to meet danger calmly. aside with one hand. “Your name
Curiosity restrained his trigger fin- makes little difference. You’ve used
ger. many. But you are an idealist. Your
“Why would I be foolish?” he killings were necessary to bring
asked. “Your Meninger oath of in- justice to the places you visited. By
violable confidence?” now you’re almost a legend among
Bergstrom shook his head. “I thehuman worlds. I’d like to talk
know it’s been broken before. But more with you on that later.”
you need me. You’re not through, While Zarwell considered, Berg-
you know. If you killed me you’d strom pressed his advantage. “One
still have to trust some other more scene might do it,” he said.
analyst.” “Should we try again — if you trust
“Is that the best you can do?” me, that is?"
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Zarwell made his decision quick- made. He turned to his briefcase
ly. “Go ahead,” he answered. again and exchanged the gun for
a small syringe, which he pushed
A LL Zarwell’s attention seemed into a trouser pocket, and a single-
on the cigar he lit as he rode edged razor blade.
down the escalator, but he surveyed Removing his fiber-cloth jacket
the terminal carefully over the rim he slashed it into strips with the
of his hand. He spied no suspicious razor blade and flushed it down the
loungers. disposal bowl. With the sleeves of
Behind the escalator he groped his blouse rolled up he had the
along the floor beneath the lockers appearance of a typical workman
until he found his key. The brief- as he strolled from the compart-
case was under his arm a minute ment.
later. Back at the locker he replaced
In the basement lave he put a the briefcase and, with a wad of
coin in thepay slot of a private gum, glued the key to the bottom
compartment and went in. of the locker frame.
As he zipped open the briefcase One step more. Taking the syr-
he surveyed his features in the mir- inge from his pocket, he plunged
ror. A small muscle at the comer of the needle into his forearm and
one eye twitched spasmodically. tossed the instrument down a
One cheek wore a frozen quarter waste chute. He took three more
smile. Thirty-six hours under the steps and paused uncertainly.
paralysis was longer than advisable. When he looked about him it
The muscles should be rested at was with the expression of a man
least every twenty hours. waking from a vivid dream.
Fortunately his natural features
would serve as an adequate
guise now.
dis- fe
O
V
UITE ingenious,” Graves
murmured admiringly. “You
He
adjusted the ring setting on had your mind already precondi-
the pistol-shaped instrument that tioned for the shot. But why would
he took from his case, and care- you deliberately give yourself am-
fully rayed several small areas of nesia?”
his face, looseningmuscles that had “What better disguise than to
been tight too long. He sighed believe the part you’re playing?”
gratefully when he finished, mas- “A good man must have done
saging his cheeks and forehead with that job on your mind,” Bergstrom
considerable pleasure. Another commented. “I’d have hesitated to
glance in the mirror satisfied him try it myself. It must have taken a
with the changes that had been lot of trust on your part.”
their freedom they are as oppres- can spare a few minutes,” the
sive as their former masters.’ When stranger said.
they went bad, I opposed them. Zarwell turned and studied the
This time I failed. But I escaped man without answering. He wa$
again. I have quite a talent for that medium tall, with the body of an
also. athlete, though perhaps ten year
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beyond the age of sports. He had are the rulers. The citizens work
a manner of contained energy. twelve hours a day. They are poorly
“You’re Johnson?” he asked. house, poorly fed, poorly clothed.
The man nodded. They ...”
Zarwell tried to feel the anger he Zarwell found himself not listen-
wanted to feel, but somehow it ing as Johnson’s voice went on. The
would not come. “We have nothing story was always the same. But why
to talk about,” was the best he did they always try to drag him into
could manage. their troubles?
“Then will you just listen? After, Why hadn’t he chosen some
I’ll leave — if you tell me to.” other world on which to hide?
Against his will he found himself The last question prompted a
liking the man, and wanting at least new thought. Just why had he
to be courteous. He inclined his chosen St. Martin’s? Was it only a
head toward a curb wastebox 'with coincidence? Or had he, subcon-
a flat top. “Should we sit?” ciously at least, picked this par-
Johnson smiled agreeably and ticular world? He had always
they walked over to the box and considered himself the unwilling
sat down. subject of glib persuaders . . . but
“When this colony was first mightn’t some inner compulsion of
founded,” Johnson began without his own have put the monkey on his
preamble, “the administrative body back?
was a governor, and a council of “. and we need your help.”
. .
viaa HB
. Earth had muck
Kin return
:
— if
:N BEARING
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be arranged!
Gl
By FREDRIC BROWN
Illustrated by CARTER
HAR Ry
D room,
sat alone in his
meditating.
outside the door he caught
a thought wave equivalent to a
knock, and, glancing at the door,
From
idea telepathically; but with only
two persons present, speech was
more polite.
Ejon Khee entered. “You are
up late tonight, my leader,” he said.
he willedit to slide open. “Yes, Khee. Within an hour the
It opened. “Enter, my friend,” he Earth rocket is due to land, and I
said. He could have projected the wish to see it. Yes, I know, it will
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land a thousand miles away, if their one city, nine hundred people.
calculations are correct. Beyond They were waiting for Earth to
the horizon. But if it lands even make contact, for a selfish reason
twice that far the flash of the and for an unselfish one.
atomic explosion should be visible.
And I have waited long for first 1%/r ARTIAN civilization had de-
contact. For even though no Earth- ITJ. ve i 0 ped in a quite different
man will be on that rocket, it will direction from that of Earth. It had
still be first contact — for
them. Of developed no important knowledge
course our telepath teams have of the physical sciences, no tech-
been reading their thoughts for nology. But it had developed so-
many centuries, but — this will be cial sciences to the point where
the first physical contact between there had not been a single crime,
Mars and Earth.” let alone a war, on Mars for fifty
Khee made himself comfortable thousand years. And it had devel-
on one of the low chairs. “True,” oped fully the parapsychological
he said. “I have not followed recent sciences of the mind, which Earth
reports too closely, though. Why was just beginning to discover.
are they using an atomic warhead? Mars could teach Earth much.
I know they suppose our planet is How to avoid crime and war to be-
uninhabited, but still—” gin with. Beyond those simple
“They will watch the flash things lay telepathy, telekinesis,
through their lunar telescopes and empathy , . .
get a — what do they call it? — a And Earth Mars hoped, would,
spectroscopic analysis. That will teach them something even more
tell them more than they know now valuable to Mars: how, by science
(or think they know; much of it is and technology — which it was too
erroneous) about the atmosphere late for Mars to develop now, even
of our planet and the composition if they had the type of minds which
150 GALAXY
GALAXY'S
5 Star Shelf
THE MAN WHO WOULD BE proved this generation’s foresight
GOD by Haakon Chevalier, G. P. Chevalier tests smug replie
Putnam’s Sons, N. Y., $4.95 with an acid that instantly dis
solves self-delusion. His centre
LIKE ALL science and fiction, character is a physicist, an arden
science fiction is tied inexorably to fellow-traveler— and a genius. Th
the era in which it is written, and military needs him to coordinat
this story could no more have been the super-bomb project. His polit
done a generation ago than it could cal background must be white
have avoided being written now. washed pure.
Its frightful weapons exist. What is Impossible? Was the real-lif
done a generation ago than it could example that the story parallel
speculation — but whether Cheval- impossible?
ier’s remorsely logical speculation No, Chevalier’s character is a
is considered believable is the real is what happen
too possible, and so
answer to the deadliest of ques- to him.He becomes convinced tha
tions: has so much hindsight im- only he can save the world fror
SHELF 15
atomic suicide. Where that belief WHEN WE get to the Moon,
leads to has the shattering inevit- above-surface flight will be out of
ability of true tragedy, the personal the question, and immense crev-
tragedy of men whose compromises asses may make surface travel
with principle beget ever more equally unfeasible. Prof. Oberth,
compromises — the end-product of at least godfather if not father of
the principle that the end justifies rocket flight, has put his still fertile
the means. brain to work on the problem and
Rating * * * *
:
:i!
proposes a unipedal vehicle that
can do a bit of both.
ROBOT HUNT by Roger Lee First offered in his recent Man
Vernon. Avalon Books, N. Y. Into Space, Moon Car carries
S2.95. these thoughts into design and con-
struction — two vital steps closer
LOADED WITH mystery
action, to field tests on the Moon itself.
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The novel’s one weak point is titute baronet. The baronet’s per-
the assumption that the U. S. mission, granted two hours after
would permit the first space station his death, is being challenged in a
to be a purely civilian venture, put court of law.
up there as the latest link of the King Arthur, summoned by the
Wharton hotel chain. If you can ditchdigger and the ghost of Sir
get past that, however, the super- Timothy, embarks on a Don Qui-
wedding of fi-
latively imaginative xote quest via ancient Rolls Royce
nance and science engineered by for the sword Excalibur.
Siodmak will repay your charity Ifonly Princess Pam had stayed
tenfold. in her nice, cool palace, what a
Rating: ****i/2 heart-warming yarn this might
have been!
THE QUEST OF EXCALIBUR Rating * * * :
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harass an overwhelming enemy wheel-within-wheel plotting.
into defeatby the adoption of mer- Rulls, wormlike monstrosities,
cilessnuisance tactics. A tragically can control light vibrations to en-
few short years later, his theory able themselves to masquerade as
was put to practical test in Occu- humans. Fantastic safeguards
pied France, Norway, Yugoslavia, must be exercised and fantastic
Russia and the Philippines. Al- situations and monsters arise until
though in no instance was the con- the war’s final resolution.
queror ousted, logistic disruption Rating * * * V2
:
154 GALAXY
Weightless Blues, Asteroid Hop, humanity into a charter member
Moonlight Cha-cha-cha. of Mankind’s All-Star Team. For
any age, but teen-agers especially.
JUNIOR EDUCATION CORNER
GALACTIC DERELICT by An-
EXPLORING SCIENCE by Jon- dre Norton. World Publishing Co,
athan N. Leonard. World Publish- Cleveland & N. Y., $3.00
ing Co., Cleveland & N. Y., $4.95
ALL THE classic elements that
TO MY mind, there is no finer make a good juvenile — or a good
single volume suitable to serve as adult book, for that matter — are
an introduction to science in gen- present in full measure in Galac-
eral and to the study of mankind tic Derelict. It suffers not at all in
in particular. The excellent and being a sequel to Miss Norton’s
numerous illustrations are certain excellent Time Traders.
to arouse curiosity that the well- The U. S. Army’s race with the
integrated text will stimulate and Russians through and against Time
channel. Ages 10 and up. remains her background. Both
search for abandoned wrecks of a
SIR ISAAC NEWTON by Beulah race that had interstellar travel
Tannenbaum and Myra Stillman. back inMan’s infancy.
Whittlesey House, N. Y., $3.00 Travis Fox, young Apache,
joins Ross Murdock and Dr. Gor-
NEWTON IS a prime example of don Ashe, time agents of Trader,
the few specimens to date of Homo in attempting the transfer, intact,
Genius. It almost inconceivable
is of an alien ship through 20,000
that his amazing mind formulated years to the present. Inadvertently,
the Theory of Optics, Universal controls are activated and the
Gravitation, the Three Laws of group is launched on an involun-
Motion and the Calculus — all be- tary galactic tour. Their efforts to
fore he reached the age of twenty- return to Here and Now constitute
five. a top-notch science-adventure
The authors’ work is admirably yarn.
documented and yet contains Rating (for youngsters) ***** :
SHELF 155
By JOHN RACKHAM
IDEA MAN
Illustrated by DILLON
A
thing had happened to
ing’s paper, Arthur Pen- me.
fold stands a good chance He, having no idea what to do
of being in the next Honours List. next,had gravitated to a little pub
Sir Arthur — and I knew him when at the end of the road where he
he was -a nobody, when he was a had spent most of his working life.
third-rate putterer, working in the I had followed my nose there, too
electronic back-room laboratory —and there the resemblance ends.
research of Ferdinand’s Radio and Ideas are my stock in trade, and I
Television. We had a lot in com- had plenty of ideas what to do
mon, he and I, that day we met. next. My search for beer was to
He’d had a bright idea, and fum- drown a strong sense of injustice.
bled it, and he had been sacked. Who wouldn’t? I mean, if you’d
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uncorked a twenty-four-carat, jew- had it all right in my hand, and I
eled-in-every-hole idea, and seen dropped it! Me— William S. Bright
someone else muff it, like a mutton — idea man!
head — and then been blamed for
the whole thing — wouldn’t you? I" T began, as I suppose all such
It’s bad enough when a cracker of things do, in the most banal
an idea goes sour, but to have him way. Robel had sent for me, to
blame me for it! give me my weekly pep talk.
“You’re fired!” Robel had said. George Robel, my boss — Robel’s
“You’re an idea man. You should Rib Ticklers, The Famous Firm
have thought of this and you for Fun, jokes and jests, gags and
didn’t. You’re fired!” gadgets for all occasions — a house-
As if I could foresee everything! hold word. George Robel, a fat and
All right, I am an idea man, and balding Napoleon type, employed
don’t ever let anybody sell you the four idea men. We knew of each
idea that ideas sell themselves — other, but never met. We avoided
they don’t. That old line about each other like the plague, scared
building a better mousetrap just of plagiarism. And he gave each
isn’t so. Getting ideas is tough. Get- one of us a going over once a week.
ting them sold, at a profit, is what “Ah, Bright!” he said, from be-
separates the dreamers from the hind his desk. “We haven’t been
doers. And getting blamed for very Bright, this week, have we,
somebody else’s goof — that was Bright? We will have to do much
the end! better, won’t we, otherwise our
So I was boiling. There’s six prospects won’t be very Bright, will
foot three of me, square, and none they?” And so on, with all the vari-
of it when I boil, it looks
fat, so, ations. I think it was sheer self-
Not that I was think-
sort of scary. defense against the cracks about
when I
ing of anything like that my name which made me become
shoved my way into this pub. I an expert on ideas in the first place.
was making resolutions. Never I’m often asked, “Where do you get
again, I thought. Next time I get a your ideas from?” — and I could
good idea, I’ll push it, promote it, quote a well-known author on that.
and profit from it myself. And I “If I knew that,” he said, “I’d go
ran into Penfold, never dreaming back for more!” But you can’t talk
that there was my next time wait- like that to your employer. So I
ing for me, him talk himself dry.
just let
I could cry, just thinking of it. Coming out, I intercepted a
Penfold the magnificent, the fa- knowing sneer from the girl in the
mous, the lion of the day — and I outer office.
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wasn’t risky, so I had him from that maybe her head. Joyce, here, could
angle. Robel has a string oi items model the body—!”
that never get in any catalogues. That repaid me tor all the dirty
The grapevine sells them, just as cracks, and a bit over. The next
itwould sell this. Take, for in- few weeks were hectic. Joyce was
an item I’ll bet you never
stance, livid when she found that she had
saw in print, a very fashionable to be smothered in plaster, and
pair of unmentionables, complete broken out, like a chicken from its
with frills and lace — the elastic is shell. She screamed so loud that
guaranteed to hold up for one hour Robel actually gave her a percen-
— then body heat does something tage of the net profit to shut up.
to the formula, and you get your I was highly unpopular around
kicks. the office, but that was no change.
That can be bought, if you know
how, and plenty people do, it T¥7ITHIN a week after that, we
seems. And they’d be the ones ” had a thousand units from the
who’d go for this, so I knew Robel first trial run and were stand-
would like it. But, for my sins, I ing by for the flood. We sold four.
also knew him as a hard man with Six weeks later, the number had
the pennies. Thus Tina Teton. swelled to nine, and I was in the
“All right!” Robel said briskly. office again. I guessed what for,
“I’ll handle this. Just a minute.” and I had insurance — an idea I’d
He flipped his desk buzzer. “Joyce, been hoarding just for some such
come in here!” moment. It was a string of cut-
This was routine. I would recite plastic jewels with a miniature
the gist of my idea to her; she light inside each one, and a hear-
would blink, think, then tell me ing-aid battery built into the clasp.
where and when she’d seen, heard With a bi-metallic “flasher" to
or read of it before; I would hate make it light up and switch off
her intestines, and go away to try automatically — a novelty — no
again. But not this time. girl with any taste would be seen
“It’s new to me,” she told him. dead with one, but Robel didh’t
For me, she added, “Trust you to sell to that kind, anyway. It soft-
think up a disgusting idea like ened his anger a little — but not
that.” much.
“You’re my inspiration,” I told “A flop,” he growled. “You and
her, and, as another spark lit up, your life-size balloons. Not so
I said,“See here, Mr. Robel — it Bright, after all—” He had one
might be a lot cheaper if you only standing by his desk as he spoke,
had to get Tina Teton’s name and and, standing as close as that to
I get your hopes up. Let me ask a The idea? It’s big — biggest thing
few questions. First, do you still I ever fell into, but this time I’m
have the gadget? I mean, in full going to play it carefully.^ This time
working order — and it’s all yours I’m digging out the snags first, if
— not made of spare parts from the there are any — and that’s all I’m
firm, or anything like that?” going to say until I’ve actually
seen this thing with my own two
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like an old-fashioned fishbowl. It cause, after a few minutes, he
was a fishbowl, with a copper-wire switched off.
tripod inside,and some trimmings, “Oh, dear,” he sighed. “Look, sup-
connected to the rest of the hook- pose I took a length of insulated
up. wire, bared one end, and stuck it
“Watch!” he said, switching in that socket there — what would
things on here and there. After a happen?”
few clicks and a hum or two, I saw “There would be a big blue flash
a bright blue haze spread itself and all the lights would go out?”
like a little table cloth on the tri- “No! Good gracious, don’t you
pod. He took a slice of bread and know anything? Nothing would
crumbled it into the bowl, and it happen — nothing at all — until I
fizzed a little, then lay in a thin grounded the other end. The juice
layer, on the blue haze. And that must have somewhere to go. It’s
was that. the same with this. The molecular
“It hasn’t gone anywhere,” I substance cannot go anywhere un-
observed, and he snorted. tilI provide it with a ground.”
“Of course it hasn’t. There isn’t He was talking to me like a
anywhere for it to go!” child now, which was a laugh, as
“But in all the stories, it just there was enough of me to make
vanishes — and there it is, presto, four of him, easy —
but I didn’t
in the cabinet thing. Where’s your mind. I was watching what he did.
cabinet?” He took a dinky little gadget out
“Fiction! Look here—” There of a drawer and fitted it on to the
was quite a transformation in Ar- top of a milk bottle. It looked like
thur now. This was his stamping shiny black bakelite, like a collar,
ground and he was thoroughly dis- and there was a fine wire grid
gusted with my ignorance. “Let me across the hole, and a button on
make this quite clear, Bright. This the side.
is not radio, although analogous “Now watch!” he said, and
to it in many ways — frequency pressed the button. There was a
and wave-length characteristics, quiet sizzle, and the bottle was
for instance. But in other ways it about one-third full of a fine white
resembles ordinary, everyday elec- mist. It began to settle. And die
.”
tric current . . bread crumbs had gone from the
fish bowl, from one end of the
out here, among the bread powder. returned when the field is broken
I began to ache with the effort to down again. As a matter of fact,
hold back my enthusiasm. This that was one of my biggest trou-
was it. all right. I couldn’t find a bles. I had no way of handling all
thing wrong with it. But hold on a that return current—”
bit . . . “Never mind,” I told him. “Not
“How about liquids?” I de- now — I can’t bear it. Just let me
manded, and he was puzzled for a try this last experiment.”
minute. I grabbed the bottle from him
“Shouldn’t make any differ- and pressed the button. Immedi-
ence,” he decided, and came back ately, I had a bottle full of gray-
with a jug of water. black mud, which filled up and
I came right up on my toes with lifted off the collector collar. It
fright as he sloshed about half a fizzed down to the floor, jetting a
pint into the bowl, all over that spurt of fine mist, and I stood there
power-haze — but nothing hap- with the filthy stuff drooling down
166 GALAXY
over my hands — and I gloated. was all true, but he was puzzled.
He began to go off excitedly “What does this have to do with
about something, and it was quite rocketry?” he mumbled.
a while before I realized just what. “You know what the biggest
“The hell with the carpet, man!” headache is in rocketry? It’s fuel!
I cried. “What does a carpet mat- A rocket just devours fuel — and
ter when you have the world in it has to lift and carry all its fuel
your lap? Wealth, fame, prestige, with it, and fuel is weight — and
power — all shall be yours, Arthur! the more fuel you carry, the more
Just let me handle this and you’ll weight you carry, and the more
be a hero of science — a Nobel fuel you need to lift the weight,
Prize-winner — an immortal!” until it takes more fuel to lift the
But he kept right on about that weight of fuel than you have fuel
lousy carpet, and what his land- to lift the weight. Are you getting
lady would say, and it took me a the picture now?”
lot of work to get him to sit down “That part, yes. But what does
and listen — and to promise, first, my—
that he would let me be the mas- “This gadget of yours will end
ter mind in charge. Then I wrapped that. No need to design for fuel
it all up in one word and gave it tanks at all any more — or to al-
to him: low for the weight of it! You trans-
Rockets! mit it as required! Can you imag-
Now it was his turn to look blank ine it? And it’s for Britain, boy!
and for me to feel superior, but I This will put us away out in front
hadn’t time for that. I had to get in the space race. Just wait until
it across to him — to sell it. the Space Travel Commission
“Listen, I said. “Preparations are, hears of this, or the Interplanetary
being made for a manned satellite, Exploration Board, or the Rocket
and then a Moon trip, a trip to Experimental Office, or whatever
Venus, Mars — and who’s doing it they all it. Just wait — you’ll see
all?America and Russia. Why? their eyes light up!”
Because rocketry is a super-co-
lossal-expensive business. Why is YVT ELL, we had ourselves a
Britain out of it? Because we can’t ** great evening, I can tell you.
afford it. Do we want to be in on But the weeks that followed were
it? Of course we do. Even Royalty such as try the soul. Would you
has been heard to express some believe it, there isn’t a Space
concern because Britain is lagging Travel Commission, or an Inter-
behind. Isn’t that so?” planetary Exploration Board, or
He had to nod there, because it anything like it in this benighted
168 GALAXY
dence with each others; i.e., match- was going to happen again. It was
ing in frequency and wave length, going to be all my fault.
in a manner analogous with con- But he was drawing a
just as
ventional long-wave radio trans- big breath, ready to let fly, we
mission and reception—” were interrupted by a tall, thin
He stopped to clear his throat guy, with a hairline mustache,
“I would emphasize the term slick hair, and the kind of suit you
‘long-wave’—” see only in Bond Street ads.
You could have cut the quiet “May you?” he asked, and
I join
with a cleaver. sat, all in one motion. “I was a
Then he said, “If I may ask — member of that committee. I’m
what about the Heaviside Layer?” sorry it all came to nothing. It
It was murder. Because of the must have been a severe blow for
Geophysical Year, even I had you chaps.”
heard of the Heaviside Layer and “A blow?” Penfold sounded as
Van Allen radiation belts and the if he might cry any minute. “The
like, and I knew that long-wave blow happened when I first met
stuff bounces off — it doesn’t go him! I should never have listened
through. I got a momentary flash to a word he said. I don’t know
of our rocket bellowing up and what I shall do now. I’m out of a
going phut — out of juice, just job, broke, in debt, disgraced, my
beyond the ionosphere — and I professional reputation ruined—”
wanted to die right there. Lord “I’m sorry,” the stranger said.
knows why I had taken it for “Perhaps I can help. name is My
granted that Penfold’s stuff was Parker. I think your idea has pos-
ultra-short-wave, but I had, and Mr. Penfold. Of course,
sibilities,
so had everybody else, until red- it will need a lot of work done on
170 GALAXY
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a fellow, reasonably
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ably, or even unreasonably, use. He
is successful in a number of dif-
ferent fields of work in which he is
interested. Certainly he has securi-
ty. Women? Well, maybe not any
woman in the world he might want.
But still, a very nice, choice selec-
tion of a number of the very finest
physical specimens. The finest —
and no acute case of puritanism to
inhibit his enjoyment.
Take all that. Then add to it the
positive assurance of continuing
youth and vigor, with a solid life
expectancy of from 175 to 200
more years. Impossible? Well —
just suppose it were all true of
someone. A man like that, a man
with all those things going for him,
you’d figure he would be the hap-
piest man in the world.
Wouldn’t you?
A man with all that would
Sure.
have to be the happiest — unless he
was crazy. Right? But me, Johnny
Barth, I had it
I had all of it, just like that. I
sure wasn’t the happiest man in
the world though. And I know I
wasn’t crazy either. The thing
about me was, I wasn’t a man. Not
exactly.
I was a colony.
Really. A colony. A settlement.
A new but flourishing culture, you
might say. Oh, I had the look of
172
BY WILLIAM W. STUART
Illustrated by DILLON
a man, and the mind and the nerves The trip was nothing very much.
and the feel of a man too. All the We camped up in the hills. We
normal parts and equipment. But drank a reasonably good bourbon.
all of it existed — and was beauti- We hunted — if that’s the word for
fully kept up, I’ll say that — pri- it. Me, I’d done my hitch in the
when he found about old Bert Win- stroke with the razor. Man! It
ginheimer interviewing girl appli- burned, like fire. I started another
cants for checker jobs at home in stroke and the burning came before
his apartment, I got a nice promo- the razor even touched my face. I
tion. had to give up. I went down to the
office without a shave.
more. At the first sip of number Well, those things were nice
five, I thought the top of my head enough, true. But were they com-
would blast off. Four was the limit. pensation for the life I was being
Rigidly enforced. forced to live? Answer: Uh-uh. I
All that winter, things like that couldn’t imagine what was wrong
kept coming up. I couldn’t drink with me.
more than so much coffee. Had to Of course, as it turned out the
take it easy on smoking. Gave up following spring, I didn’t have to
ice skating — all of a sudden the imagine it. I was told.
cold bothered me. Stay up late
nights and chase around? No more; II
I could hardly hold my eyes open
after ten. TT was a Friday. After work I
That’s the way it went. stopped by Perry’s Place with
I had these feelings, compulsions Fred Schingle and Burk Walters
INSIDE JOHN BARTH 177
from the main accounting office. I aren’t worth any closer contact.”
was hoping it would turn out to “Hah! Nonsense. The reason we
be one of my nights to have a don’t see these space people, Fred
couple— but no. I got the message my boy, admit it, is because there
and sat there, more or less sulking, aren’t any. And you know it!”
in my half of the booth. “I don’t know anything of the
Fred and Burk got to arguing damned For all any of us
sort.
about flying saucers. Fred said yes; know, they might even be all
Burk, no. I stirred my coffee and around us right now.”
sat in a neutral corner. Burk laughed. I smiled, a little
“Now look here,” said Burk, “you sourly, and drained my coffee.
say people have seen things. All I felt a little warning twinge.
right. Maybe someof them have Too much coffee; should have
seen things —
weather balloons, taken milk. I excused myself as the
shadows, meteors maybe. But space other two ordered up another
ships? Nonsense.” round.
“No nonsense at all. I’ve seen I left. The conversation was too
pictures. And some of the reports stupid to listen to. Space creatures
are from airline pilots and people all around me, of all things. How
like that, who are not fooled by wrong can a man get? There
balloons or meteors. They have weren’t any invaders from space all
seen ships, I tell you, ships from around me.
outer space. And they are observ- I was all around them.
ing us.”
“Drivel!” A LL at once, standing there on
“It is not!” the sidewalk outside Perry’s
“It’s drivel. Now look, Fred. You Bar, I knew that it was true. Space
too, Johnny, if you’re awake over invaders. The Earth was invaded—
there. Howlong have they been the Earth, hell! 7 was invaded. I
reporting these things? For years. didn’t know how I knew, but I knew
Ever since World War II. all right. I should have. I was in
“All right. Ever since the war, at possession of all the information.
least. So. Suppose they were space took a cab
I home to my apart-
ships? Whoever was in them must ment.
be way ahead of us technically. So I was upset. I had a right to be
why don’t they land? Why don’t upset and I wanted to be alone.
they approach us?” Alone? That was a joke!
Fred shrugged. “How would I Well, my cab pulled up in front
know? They probably have their of my very modest place. I paid
reasons. Maybe they figure we the driver, overtipped him — I was
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really upset — and ran up the stairs. pression — “are you? What are you
In the apartment, I hustled to the doing here? Answer me that.” I
two by four kitchen and, with un- didn’thave to say it, the thought
shakable determination, I poured would have been enough. I knew
myself a four-finger snort of scotch. that. But it made me feel better to
Then I groaned and poured it speak out.
down the sink. Unshakable deter- “We are Barthians, of course. We
mination is all very well— but when are your people. We live here.”
the top of your head seems to rip “Well, you’re trespassing on
loose like a piece of stubborn ad- private property! Get out, you hear
hesive coming off a hairy chest and me? Get out!”
bounces, hard, against the ceiling, “Now, now, noble Fatherland.
then all you can do is give up. I Please, do not become upset and
stumbled out to the front room and unreasonable. We honor you great-
slumped down in my easy chair to ly as our home and country. Sure-
think. ly we who were born and raised
I’d left the door open and I was here have our rights. True, our fore-
sitting in a draft. fathers who made the great voyage
So I had to — that compulsion — through space settled first here in
go close the door. Then I sat down a frightful wilderness some four
to think. generations back. But we are
Anyway I thought I sat down to neither pioneers nor immigrants.
think. But, suddenly, my thoughts We are citizens born.”
were not my own. “Invaders! Squatters!”
I wasn’t producing them; I was “Citizens of Barthland.”
receiving them. “Invaded! Good Lord, of all the
“Barth! Oh, Land of Barth. Do people in the world, why me?
you read us, oh Barthland? Do you Nothing like this ever happened to
read us?” anyone. Why did I have to be
I didn’t hear that, you under- picked to be a territory — the first
stand. It wasn’t a voice. It was all man to have queer things living in
thoughts inside my head. But to me me?”
they came in terms of words. “Oh, please, gracious Fatherland!
I took it calmly. Surprisingly, I Permit us to correct you. In the
was no longer upset — which, as I day of our fathers, conditions were,
think it over, was probably more we can assure you, chaotic. Many
an achievement of internal engi- horrible things lived here. Wild
neering than personal stability. beasts and plant growths of the
“Yeah,” I said, “I read you. So most vicious types were every-
who in hell—” a poor choice of ex- where.”
INSIDE JOHN BARTH 179
“There were—?” care for myself I had to think about
“What you would call microbes. an entire population and genera-
Bacteria. Fungi. Viruses. Terrible tions yet unborn. Or unbudded,
devouring wild creatures every- which was the way they did it.
where. You were a howling wilder- Well, as they said, we had the
ness. Of course, we have cleaned whole weekend to work out an un-
those things up now. Today you are derstanding. Which we did. When
civilized— a fine, healthy individual we were through, I didn’t like it
of your species — and our revered a whole lot better, but at least I
Fatherland. Surely you have noted could understand it.
we will defend you to the death. vival for their race and their cul-
We promise you will never be suc- ture. To me it was a matter of who
cessfully invaded.” or what I was going to be. But then,
Yeah. Well, that was nice. But I had no choice.
moving?”
OEX? Themselves, they didn’t “Out of the question.
^ have any. “But,” they told me “An elephant then? Think of the
with an attitude of broad tolerance, space, the room for the kids to
“we want to be fair. We will not play-”
interfere with you in this matter- “Never.”
other than to assist you in the use “Damn it! Take me to— no, I
of sound judgment in the selection mean let me talk to your leader.”
of a partner.” That got me no place. It seemed
But I shouldn’t feel that any of I was already talking to their high-
this was in any way real restrictive. est government councils. All of my
It was merely practical common suggestions were considered, de-
sense. bated, voted on — and rejected.
For observing it I would get their They were democratic, they
valuable advice and assistance in said. They counted my vote in
all phases of my life. I would en- favor; but thatwas just one vote.
joy — or have, anyway — perfect Rather a small minority.
health. My life, if that’s what it As I suppose I should have fig-
was, would be extended by better ured, my thoughts were coming
than 100 years. “You are fortu- through over a period that was, to
nate,” they pointed out, a little them, equal to weeks. They re-
smugly I thought, “that we, unlike corded them, accelerated them,
your race, are conservationists in broadcast them all around, held
the truest sense. Far from despoil- elections and recorded replies to
ing our homeland and laying waste be played back to me at my own
its resources and natural scenic slow tempo by the time I had a
wonders, we will improve it.” new thought ready. No, they
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wouldn’t take time to let me count And it lasted for over nine years.
the votes. And there is where you Nine miserable years of semi-
might say I lost my self control. slavery? Well, no. I couldn’t hon-
“Damn Or shouted. “I
it!” I said. estly say that was that bad. There
it
won’t have it! I won’t put up with were all the restrictions and limi-
it. I’ll — uh — I’ll get us all dead tations, but also there was my per-
drunk. I’ll take dope! I’ll go out fect health; and what you might
and get a shot of penicillin and—” call a sort of a sense of inner well-
I didn’t do a damned thing. I being. Added to that, there was my
couldn’t. sensationally successful career. And
Their control of my actions was the money.
just as complete as they wanted to All at once, almost anything I
make it. While they didn’t exercise undertook to do was sensationally
it all the time, they made the rules. successful. I wrote, in several dif-
According to them, they could have ferent styles and fields and under
controlled my thoughts too if they a number of different names; I was
had wanted to. They didn’t because terrific. My painting was the talk
they felt that wouldn’t be demo- of the art world. “Superb,” said the
cratic. Actually, I suppose they critics. “An astonishing other-
were pretty fair and reasonable — worldly quality.” How right they
from their point of view. Certainly were — even if they didn’t know
it could have been a lot worse. why. I patented a few little inven-
tions, just for fun; and I invested.
Ill The money poured in so fast I
couldn’t count it. I hired people to
T WASN’T as bad off as old count it, and to help guide it
-* Faust and his deal with the through the tax loopholes —
devil. My was still my own.
soul although there I was able to give
But my body was community prop- them a few sneaky little ideas that
erty — and I couldn’t, by God, so even our sharpest tax lawyers
much as bite my own tongue with- hadn’t worked out.
out feeling like a bloody murderer Of course the catch in all that
— and being made to suffer for it, was that, actually, I was not so
too. much a rich, brilliant, successful
Perhaps you don’t think biting man. I was a booming, prosperous
your tongue is any great privilege nation.
to have to give up. Maybe not. But, The satisfaction I could take in
no matter how you figure, you’ve allmy success was limited by my
got to admit the situation was — knowledge that it was a group ef-
— confining.
well fort. How could I help being suc-
INSIDE JOHN BARTH 185
cessful? I had a very fair part of A S they had explained it, they
the resources of a society substan- were prepared to be tolerant
tially ahead of our own working about my — ah — relations with
for me. As for knowledge of our women as long as I was “reason-
world, they didn’t just know every- able” in my selection. Come to find
thing I did. They knew everything out, they were prepared to be not
I known — or seen, heard,
ever had just tolerant but insistent — and
read, dreamed or thought of. They very selective.
could dig up anything, explore it, was Helga.
First there
expand it and use it in ways I Helga was Uncle John’s secre-
couldn’t have worked out in a tary, a great big, healthy, rosy-
thousand years. Sure, I was suc- cheeked, blonde Swedish girl, ter-
never pushy or intrusive. They Uncle John was out Helga was
didn’t come barging into my in. There she was, five foot eleven
thoughts unless I invited them. But of big, bouncy, blonde smorgas-
they were always ready. And if bord.Wow! Before, I’d seen Helga
those nine years were less than a hundred times, looked with mild
perfect, at least I was never lone- admiration but not one real ripple
some. Success, with me, was not a inside. And now, all at once, wow!
lonely thing. That was my people, of course,
And there were women. manipulating glands, thoughts,
Yes, there were women. And feelings. “Wow!” it was.
finally, at the end of it, there was First things first “Helga, Doll!
a woman — and that was it. Ah! Where’s Uncle John?”
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“Johnny! That’s the first time enthusiastic response I got sur-
you ever called me — hm-m — Mr. prised me. “Magnificent,” was the
Barth has gone for the day . . . word. “Superb. Great!”
Johnny” Well, I thought myself that I
She hadn’t even looked at me had turned in a pretty outstanding
before. My — uh — government performance, but I hadn’t expected
was growing more powerful. It was such applause. “It is a first step, a
establishing outside spheres of in- splendid beginning! A
fully
fluence. Of course, at the time, I equipped, well-armed expedition
didn’t take the trouble to analyze will have the place settled, under
the situation; I just went to work cultivation and reasonably civil-
on it. ized inside of a day or two, your
As they say, it is nice work if time. It will be simple for them. So
you can get it. much more so than in your case —
I could get it. since we now know precisely what
It was a good thing Uncle John to expect.”
didn’t come bustling back after
something he’d forgotten that af- was truly shocked. I felt guilty.
ternoon. I “No!” I said. “Oh, no! What a
around to quitting
I didn’t get thing to do. You can’tl”
my job that afternoon. Later on “Now, now. Gently,” they said.
that evening, I took her home. She “What, after all, oh Fatherland,
wanted me to come in and meet might be the perfectly natural con-
her parents, yet! But I begged off sequences of your own act?”
that — and then she came up with “What? You mean under other
a snapper. “But we will be married, —that is—”
Johnny darling. Won’t we? Real “Exactly. You could very well
soon!” have implanted a new life in her,
“Uh,” I said, making a quick which is all that we have done.
mental plane reservation for Rio, Why should our doing so disturb
“sure, Doll. Sure we will.” I broke you?”
away right quick after that. There Well,it did disturb me. But
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We
my
Then one afternoon I
broker’s office to shift around
a few investments according to
went to
HE was right.
each other. I
should know
could feel it.
‘Well, Henry,” I said, “perhaps
plans worked out the night before, I will wait. I’ve got nothing else to
I gave my instructions. Old man do this afternoon.”
Henry Schnable checked over the That was a lie. I had plenty of
notes he had made. things to do, including a date with
“Now that’s a funny thing,” he the captain of a visiting women’s
said. track team from Finland. Strangely,
“You think I’m making a mis- my people and I were in full agree-
take?” ment on standing up the chesty
“Oh, no. You never have yet. so Finn, let the javelins fall where
I don’t suppose you are now. The they may.
funny tiling is tnat your moves Henry was surprised too. “You
here are almost exactly the same are going to wait for her? Uh. Well
as those another very unusual cus- now, Mr. Barth, your reputation —
tomer of mine gave me over the ah — that is, she’s only a child, you
phone not an hour ago.” know, from the country.”
“Oh?” There was nothing very The buzzer on his desk sounded.
interesting about that. But, oddly His secretary spoke up on the in-
enough, I was very interested. tercom. “Miss Reede is here.”
“Yes. Miss Julia Reede. Only a Miss Reede came right on in the
child really, 21, but a brilliant girl. door without waiting for a further
Possibly a genius. She comes from invitation.
some town up
little in the moun- We stood there gaping at each
tains. She has been in town here other.She was small, about 5'2"
for just the past six months and maybe, with short, black, curly
her investments — well! Now I hair, surface-cool green eyes with
come to think about it, I believe fire underneath, fresh, freckled
they have very closely paralleled nose, slim figure. Boyish? No. Not
yours all along the line. Fabulously boyish.
successful. You advising her?” I stared, taking in every little
191
trolled to colonize a person.
own group always hoped and
lieved the other ship might have
My
be- W E had a drink.
other. And a third.
We
Maybe nobody at all was man-
had an-
landed safely. And now they knew. ning the inner duty stations. Or
We lay there, she and I, and we maybe they were visiting back and
both checked internal communica- forth, both populations in a holi-
tions. They were confused, not day mood. They figured this was
clear and precise as usual. It was a a once in a millenium celebration
holiday in full swing. The glorious and, for once, the limits were off.
reunion! No one was working. No Even alcohol was welcome. That’s
one was willing to put in a lot of a line of thought that kills plenty
time at the communications center of people every day out on the
talking to Julia and me. They were highway.
too busy talking to each other. I We had a couple more in a reck-
was right. The other ship. less toast. I kissed Julia. She kissed
Of course, since the other ship’s me. Then we had some more
landfall had been a little girl then, drinks.
the early movements of the group Naturally it hit us hard; we
had been restricted. Expansion was weren’t used to it. But still we
delayed. She grew up. She came didn’t stop drinking. The limits
to the city. Then — well, I didn’t were off for the first time. Probably
have to think about that. it would never happen again. This
then on top of that was the feeling “Woosh,” I said, finally, “wow.
of community, of closeness coming Let’s have one more, wha’ say?
from our people. There was a sym- One more them — an’ one more
pathy. The two of us were in the those.”
same fix. And it may be that there She giggled. “Aroun’ an aroun’,
was a certain sense of jealousy and whoop, whoop! Dizzy. Woozy.
resentment too — like the feeling, Oughta have cup coffee.”
say, between North and South “Naw. Not coffee. Gonna have
America. How did we feel? hangover.Take pill. Apsirin.”
“I feel like a drink.” “Can-not! Can -not take pill.
We said it together and laughed. Won’ lemme. ’Gains talla rules.”
Then we got up and got the drinks'. “Can.”
I was glad to find that Julia’s ab- “Can-not.”
sent roomate, an actress, had a “Can. No rules. Rule soff. Can.
pretty fair bar stock. Apsirin. Cmon.”
192 GALAXY
Clinging to each other, we stum- OMEONE said, “He’s coming
bled to the bathroom. Pills? The S out of it, I think.”
roommate must have been a real “Oh,” I said. “Ugh!”
hypochondriac. She had rows and I didn’t feel good. I’d almost for-
batteries of pills. I knocked a bot- gotten what it was like, but I was
tle off the cabinet shelf. Aspirin? sick. Awful. I didn’t particularly
Sure, fancy aspirin. Blue, special. I want to look around but I did, eyes
took a couple. moving rustily in their sockets.
“Apsirin. See? Easy.” There was a nurse and a doctor.
Her mouth made a little, red, They were standing by my bed in
round “O” of wonder. She took a what was certainly a hospital.
couple. “Don’t ask,” said the doctor. I
“Gosh! Firs’ time I c’d ever take wasn’t going to. I didn’t even care
a pill.” where I was, but he told me any-
“Good. Have ’nother?” way, “You are in the South Side
It was crazy, sure. The two of Hospital, Mr. Barth. You will be
us were drunk. But itwas more — which is a wonder, con-
all right
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