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AUGUST, 1965 • Vol. 23, No. 6 Editor
WILLY LEY
CONTENTS Science Editor
DIANE SULLIVAN
COMPLETE SHORT NOVEL Associate Editor
Cover by MORROW from THE SHIPWRECKED HOTEL Title Reg. U. S. Pat. Off.
Old Home Month
A few weeks ago (as this is held back from saying for a while.
written; but by the time you (This time the “we” is the edi-
see going to be more like a
it it’s torial plural, by which is meant
few months), the Eastern Science the present incumbent of the edi-
Fiction Association devoted its torial hot-seat, namely Frederik
annual meeting to honoring Pohl.)
Galaxy. There were speeches by
the likes of Harry Harrison, Les- TTorace Gold was the first and
ter del Rey, H. L. Gold, Jack * longest-lasting editor of
Gaughan and any number of Galaxy, and he gave it a shape
others there was a handsome
; and policy which made a startling
little placque commemorating the impact on the world of science
event, which we now have on fiction fifteen years ago. It is dif-
the wall of our reception room; ficult to exaggerate that impact.
and we thank them. One measure of it is that for most
And now, if we can say this of a decade the majority of the
without sounding too vain, it’s other science-fiction magazines
our turn. As you will know if imitated Gold’s magazine as
you’ve looked at the forecast for closely as they could in one way
the next issue, we propose to put or another. Another is that of the
out a special number for the next writers who have begun their ma-
issue of Galaxy to commemorate jor careers in science fiction since
its and this
fifteenth anniversary; 1950, nearly every one of them
seems as good a time as any to was primarily a Galaxy writer.
put on record a few things we’ve Horace Gold’s notion of a proper
lars, of course. Algis Budrys’s but he has put all that behind
book review section will be taken him and returned to free-lancing.
up by an extremely enjoyable He has three new novels in the
essay (we’ve just finished read- works, and we expect we’ll be
ing it) about science fiction in bringing the one of them with
1950 and where it has led us all; which is science fiction to you
Willy Ley too sets out to re- pretty soon; meanwhile some of
minisce, and does so in pleasant the finest of his earlier books are
and informative style. But then coming out in new editions —
you know that; his column al- Rogue Moon and Who?, for two
ways is. — and if you haven’t read them,
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science-fiction story was, and is, best we could to retain some of
a story which is witty, bright and the best of the 1950-odd Galaxy
razor-edged. In order to get what — a story like Robert Sheckley’s
he wanted, Horace Gold spared Mindswap, which we published
neither the writers nor himself. last month, would have been
He had a reputation among some right at home in any of those
writers as a sort of slave-driver; issues — but also to add some of
but as one of the most frequently the other kinds of science fiction
flogged of the slaves, the present that have their own special mer-
editor can testify that, more oft- its to offer: like the current is-
en than not, the results were sue’sDo I Wake or Dream? by
worth it. All that was gold, Gold Frank Herbert, which wouldn’t
saw glittering; and painfully and have been at home at all. To
persistently he set about com- make this sort of transition is not
pelling writers to pan away the an easy task (frankly, we were
dross. surprised to find how difficult,
That was the Galaxy that was; chancy and slow it was). But we
now about the present
let’s talk think we’ve just about man-
publication of the same name. aged it; and we are gratified
When we (the undersigned, that by the letters which have come
is) took over from Gold nearly to show that a good many read-
five years ago it was with the ers are beginning to think so too.
understanding that we were nei- Next issue, however, is the
ther able to continue the precise closest we can come to reproduc-
editorial mix that Gold had pio- ing in 1965 the kinds of science
neered — nobody else could do fiction that characterized Galaxy
that — nor, as a matter of fact, in the 1950’s; we’ve induced a
didwe want to. Times change. majority of the top Galaxy
What is good in 1950 may not be writers of all time to contribute,
quite right for 1965. We have as many as we can fit into a
never stated in the magazine just single issue (you’ll find some of
what it was that we proposed the names in the forecast). We
to do differently, but perhaps by mean it to express our own way
now the record speaks for itself of honoring H.L. Gold.
and we need only sum it up: And we think you’ll like it.
ence fiction. We have tried as them in), we will have our regu-
6 GALAXY
A S5t VALUE ONLY 50t
SERIATE PLANS
FOR GIRLS. BOYS.
MEN AND MEN
8
DREAM ? I
Illustrated
by GIUNTA
9
quiet in the ship now. Something Timberlake, a quick and ner-
(not someone, he thought) was vous scarecrow of a man with
gone. It was as though the mo- skin almost the color of his
lecular stillness of outer space had brown hair, stared at the metal
invaded the Earthling’s concen- deck near his feet, avoiding Bic-
tric hulls and spread through to kers eyes.
the heart of this egg-shaped Timberlake’s weakness his —
chunk of metal hurtling toward inability to kill the OMC
Tau Ceti. even when that meant saving the
His two companions were ship with its thousands of help-
wrapped in this silence, Bickel less lives —
had almost killed
saw. They were afraid to break them all. And all the man could
the quiet moment of shame and feel now was shame . . and
anger . . . and relief. fear.
“What could he do?” Bic-
else There’d been no doubt about
kel demanded. He held up the what had to be done. The OMC
severed tube, glared at it. had gone mad, a wild runaway
Raja Flattery, their psychia- consciousness. It had been a sick
trist-chaplain, cleared his throat, ball of gray matter whose mus-
said: “Easy, John. We share the cles turned every servo on the
blame equally.” ship into a murder weapon, who
Bickelturned his glare on stared out at them with madness
Flattery, noted the man’s quiz- from every sensor, who raged
zical expression, calculated and gibberish at them from every
penetrating, the narrow, haugh- vocoder.
ty face that somehow focused a No, there’d been no doubt —
sense of terrible superiority with- not with three of their number
in remote brown eyes and up- murdered. The only wonder was
raked black eyebrows. that they’d been allowed to de-
“You know what you can do stroy it.
10 GALAXY
A tear began sliding down Tim- tragedy on Timberlake. If the
berlake’s left cheek. damn’ fool had only taken the
To Bickel, that was the final ruthless but obvious step at the
blow. Some of his anger returned. first sign of trouble. There’d
He faced Timberlake, said: been plenty of warning with —
“What do we do now, Cap- the two of the ship’s three
first
?” OMCs going catatonic. The seat
tain
The title’s irony wasn’t lost of trouble had been obvious.
on either of Bickel’s companions. And the symptoms —
exactly the
Flattery started to reply, thought same symptoms that had pre-
better of it. If the starship Earth- ceded the breakdown of the old
ling could be said to have a Artificial Consciousness project
captain (discounting an in-ser- back on earth —
insane destruc-
vice Organic Mental Core) then tion of people and material. But
unspoken agreement gave that ti- Tim had refused to see it. Tim
tle to an umbilicus crew’s life had blathered about the sanctity
systems engineer. None of them, of all life.
though, had ever used the word Life, hah! Bickel thought.
officially. They were all of them — even
At last, Timberlake met Bic- the colonists down in the hyb
Icel’s stare, but all he said was: —
tanks - expendable biopsy ma-
“You know why I couldn’t bring terial, Doppelgangers grown in
myself to do it.” gnotobiotic sterility in the Moon-
Bickel continued to study base. “Untouched by human
Timberlake, measuring the man. hands.” That’d been their pri-
What shabby conceit had given vate joke. They’d known their
them this excuse for a life sys- earth-born teachers only as
tem engineer? Once the umbilicus voices and doll-size images on
crew had numbered six the — cathode screens of the base in-
three here plus Ship Nurse Maida tercom system —
and only oc-
Blaine, Tool Specialist Oscar An- casionally through the triple
derson and Biochemist Sam Sche- glass at the locks that sealed off
ler. Now, Blaine, Anderson and the sterile creche. They’d emerg-
Scheler were dead Scheler’s — ed from the axolotl tanks to the
exploded corpse jamming an ac- padded metal claws of nurse-
cess tube on the aft perimeter, maids that were servo extensors
Anderson strangled by a rogue of Moonbase personnel forever
sphincter lock and lovely Maida barred from intimate contact
mangled by runaway cargo. with those they served.
Bickel blamed most of the Timberlake glanced around at
DO WAKE OR DREAM?
I 11
the familiar room in the ship’s pened.” He turned away franOj
core —
Command Central a — the raped panel, dropped the sev-
space twenty-seven meters long ered feeder tube to the deck
and twelve meters on the short without looking at it.
axis. Like the ship, Com-central The tube drifted downward
was vaguely egg-shaped. Four slowly in the ship’s quarter grav-
cocoon-like action couches with ity.
almost identical control boards “We’ve no code for this . . .
12 GALAXY
words,” Bickel said. He threw With a chopping motion that
the transmitter warmup switches, carried its own subtle betrayal of
DO WAKE OR DREAM?
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s
14 GALAXY
“We may need occasional “What’s my opinion worth?*
sleep-rest periods in the cubby Timberlake muttered. “You
lockers,” Bickel hesaid and two’ve already decided it, haven’t
nodded toward the side hatch you?”
into their spartan living quar- Bickel already had turned
ters. “But Com-central’s the toward his own action couch. He
safest spot on the ship.” hesitated at the sound of anger
“What if Project orders us to in Timber lake’s voice, then went
abort?” Timberlake asked. on to the couch, pulled the full
“That won’t be their first or- vacuum suit from the rack be-
der,” Bickel said. “Seven na- neath the couch and began suit-
tions invested one helluva pile of ing up. He spoke without turn-
money and effort and dreams in ing: “I’ll take over here then
this business. One nation might while you and Raj bring her out
give up immediately seven . . . of hyb. You’d both better suit
nations, no. It could take ’em up, too, and stay suited from
months to reach any kind of now on in. Without an OMC
agreement.” at the controls well
. .
.” He
. . .
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sor revealed on his board. The thought of stepping out onto a
Earthling lay spread out for him virgin world with all its strange
— a monstrous juggernaut . . . newness and never-before prob-
yet fragile as an egg. lems. Six failures were worth it
A Tin Egg. The seventh try was a charm.
Among themselves, they’d call- We’ve succeeded. Otherwise . . .
16 GALAXY
Flattery restrained her. “Easy Timberlake scowled, suddenly
now, Dr. Weygand,” he said. withdrawn and wary.
Dr. Weygand, she thought. Flattery bent over her right
Not Prudence. Not Prue. arm with a slapshot hypo in his
She began losing that first ela- hand.
tion. “Must you?” she asked. Then:
Then Flattery began explain- “Yes, of course.”
ing in his soft, soothing voice “There’s nothing for you to do
and she knew her elation had to right now except recuperate,” he
be put away. The contingency said, and pressed the slapshot
problem had arisen. She had against her arm.
been awakened for that. She felt the mechanism’s kick
“Just tell me how many we and, presently, the soft spread
lost,” she said, and her throat of narcosis. Flattery and Tim-
hurt from its months of disuse. berlake became wavering fig-
Timberlake told her. ures haloed in light.
“Three dead?” she said. She At least Bickel’ s still alive,
didn’t ask how they had died. she thought. We won’t have to
The other problem, the contin- replace him with a backup take —
gency for which she had been second best.
prepared took precedence over And just before sinking into
mere curiosity. the downy cloud of sleep, she
“Bickel requested you be wondered: How did Maida die?
brought out of hyb.” Lovely Maida who . . .
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I 17
full story. She obviously had tery said. “Common dehyb con-
ship functions beyond surgeon- fusion. You know how it is.”
ecologist and at least one of
. . . But she was fed anti-S drugs in
these functions concerned Bickel. hybernation Timberlake thought
,
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warning net in the computer to as anyone on the ship —
the neces-
alert him when ship damage sary foundation for his specialty.
reached a critical point. Dam- There was always that almost
age to the navigational system qualification on his abilities,
could be most critical —especial- though. Life systems work
ly internal damage. But unlike trapped a man into a “general-
destruction of hardware, that in- ist” corner. They knew
plenty
ternal damage would only betray of biophysics, but they weren’t
itself by position errors. His tell- doctors. They were adept in
had alerted one of
tale circuitry electronics, but fell short of that
the ship computer’s master pro- smooth juggling of variables
grams. A running Doppler ref- which marked the true adept.
erence check was being made on “You ready for a break,
their position. John?” Flattery asked.
Bickel shifted to the computer “Any time. How’s Prue?”
board, ran a series trial on the “Doctor Weygand is asleep
navigational loops, read the in- now,” Flattery said. “She needs
duced resonance off the pulsing a few more hours recuperation.”
gauges. It checked. Why's he so formal? Bickel
He explained what was hap- wondered. Raj must know I
pening. shared classes with her. She was
“The computer acts .al- . . always Prue then Why should
.
DO WAKE OR DREAM?
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— —
had found the warning neces- feltthey could fit into a logical
sary. pigeonhole, assess and weigh and
use as they needed.
T)ickel closed off his link to the He sensed the ship stretching
^ controls, slipped off his out from him in its sixteen con-
couch and began exercising the centric shells: a great ovoid bulk
stiffness out of his muscles. Re- almost a mile across its long
membering the classes he’d axis. Beyond the water barrier
shared with Prue Weygand and baffles that shielded the
computer math, servo-sensor re- core lay miles of corridors and
pair, ship function —
he recalled tubeways, self-sealing compart-
the woman. She was a disturbing ments. Through it all stretched
female-plus creature, sensitive the organized clutter of mater-
and with her feelings all too ap- ial expected to make life pos-
parent. Bickel realized then that sible for humans in an alien en-
a photograph of Prue Weygand vironment.
in repose would show a rather In the hyb tanks they had two
unassuming woman with regular thousand adult humans, a thou-
features and a good, but not sen- sand embryos and more than
sational figure. She was the kind six thousand animal embryos
who attracted male stares, “a full ecological spectrum.”
though. She radiated some vital, Bickel turned, looked at his
—
sparking thing especially when own computer board. Logic told
she walked. him their main chance of sur-
Is that why I chose her? vival lay in the computer. His
Bickel wondered. He broke off plan involved dangerous risk to
his exercises to consider the the computer, but the risk was
question. The Prue kind of wom- necessary. The others might fight
an presented a source of trouble him, but they have to come
in anotherwise all-male crew around.
unless they all went on anti-S.
But they couldn’t afford to dull (, 1T T ow long until Prue will be
their faculties that way. -* with us?” he asked.
Bickel forced this out of his “About three hours,” Timber-
mind by looking around Corn- lake said.
central, focusing his attention on “I want, her opinion on the
—
the ship Tien Aq’s “Tin Egg.” post mortem,” Bickel said. “I’m
The ship cum computer cum hy- not satisfied with what we found
bernating colonists —
here was in the first two brains.”
one set of resources that Bickel Timberlake shut down his
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I 21
” -
22 GALAXY
in the centering controls, took question over the vocoders and
up as though there’d been no we were the only possible au-
interruption. “Myrtle, you will dience.”
recall, said: ‘I have no incarna- “Unless she was referring to
tion.’ That may have been the the colonists in the hyb tanks,”
only accurate thing in her jab- Flattery said. “They might ap-
bering. After all, except for gray pear dead under some . .
.”
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“That leaves Harvey,” Bickel klaxon warning or alarm light.
said.“Harvey screamed: ‘You’re Cocoon safety locks sealed home.
forcingme to be unhealthy.’ ” Now, red alarm lights flashed
“Easy does it,” Flattery said. with the yellow in long webs
“That was just another non- across the master board.
sense statement.” Flattery slammed the gravity
“We all knew what it meant, disconnect with the heel of his
though,” Bickel said. “I didn’t left hand. G force ebbed. Yellow
see anybody showing surprise alarm lights winked off as their
when Harvey said; ‘I’ve lost it!’ pressure switches released. A
and signed off permanently.
. . . line of red alarm lights re-
We’d been expecting it; you mained.
know that. And there we were “Damage to hull three, section
with three dead brains and no six-fourteen,” Flattery said. He
spares.” began activating remote sensors
The bald, callous way
Bickel to inspect the area.
put it sent a shuddering sadness Without conscious thought or
through Timberlake and he discussion, Bickel took over ship
couldn’t explain it. He’d never command, “Tim, take the
said:
been deeply attached to the G Leave gravity dis-
repeaters.
OMCs. There’d always been connected while you trace the
something faintly accusing about relays and get the system back
the “ship creatures.” Raja Flat- in balance.”
tery had assured him this was Timberlake pulled his board
strictly something
subjective, close to obey.
from his own attitudes. Raj had Bickel swung the AAT
board
always been so positive that the to his side,keyed for ship sys-
OMC - ship - computer entities tems-computers control, began
were perfectly reconciled to feeding coded demands into the
their way of life, happy with core recorders. What had the
their own compensations. ship encountered that might ex-
What compensations? Timber- plain that brutal deflection?
lake wondered. Expectancy of What had the automatic sensors
long life? But what’s three or recorded?
four thousand years of living if The responders began kicking
each year is hell? out tape almost immediately —
much too fast.
Oharp, heavy G force pressed “Data error,” Flattery said,
^ him against the side of his reading the output over Bickel’s
couch cocoon. It struck without shoulder.
24 GALAXY
In abrupt fury, Bickel pulled tem and several thousand im-
the master override stop from print relays to repair the dam-
his core switch, jammed a set of age. Are you ready to . .
.”
DO WAKE OR DREAM?
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25
Aside, Bickel said: “We’re hit- should’ve been thinking in the
ting something other than hy- round,” Bickel said.
drogen and hitting it in unex- He unlocked his safety cocoon,
pected concentrations partly — shifted his suit to portable,
because of our speed/mass fig- launched himself diagonally
ure.” across Com -central to the Tool
“Solar winds,” Timberlake & Repair hatch. The weightless
whispered. “They said we .” . . drifting reminded him they had
“Solar winds, hell!” Bickel a time limit on returning to
•aid. “Look at that.” He nodded gravity conditions. Too long
at a code grouping as it worked without gravity and the crew
its way across the screen. would suffer permanent physical
“Twenty-six protons in the damage. They had perhaps an
mass,” Timberlake said. other hour and a half to be on
“Iron,” Bickel said. “Free the safe side.
atoms of iron out here. We’re Bickel grabbed the hatch
getting a plain old-fashioned handle, swung out the repair
magnetic deflection of the grav traveler. He worked silently,
field.” angrily, with swift, decisive
“We’ll have to slow the ship,” movements and presently had a
Timberlake said. cage switch clamped beside the
“Nuts!” Bickel said. “We’ll put main power cable into the grav
a fused overload breaker in the ity generator. He made the con-
G system. I don’t see why the nections to the breaker, tested
devil the designers didn’t do the circuits with a false load,
that in the first place.” replaced the cover plate.
“Perhaps they couldn’t con- “It’ll have to be reset man
ceive of any force large enough ually each time,” he said. He
to deflect the system,” Flattery put a foot against the bulkhead,
said. propelled himself back to his
“No doubt,” Bickel said, his couch, locked in, glanced at
voice heavy with disgust. “But Timberlake. “System balanced?”
when I think a simple cage “Near as you can tell from
switch with a weight in it could here,” Timberlake said. “Give it
have prevented Maida’s death.” a try, Raj.”
“They depended on the Flattery checked to see that
OMC’s reflexes, too,” Flattery both Timberlake and Bickel
said. “You know that.” were sealed in their cocoons,
“What I know is they thought closed the gravity switch. The
in straight lines when they sound of the generators building
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27
could make them risk aborting convert to a closed ecology and
the mission by calling for help. continue at present speed, en-
“Doppler reference indicates listingreplacements from your
you’ll be out of the solar system hybernation tanks or breeding
in approximately three hundred and raising your own crew com-
and sixteen days at present sta- plement. However, food would
bilized speed,” Hempstead said. be a major problem unless you
“Time to Tau Ceti: four hun- adopted a more closely inte-
dred-plus years.” grated recycling system.”
As he listened, Bickel pictured “Closely integrated recycling,”
the manbehind the voice: flint- Flattery said. “He means can-
like face with gray hair and nibalism. It was discussed.”
—
gray-blue eyes that aura of Bickel turned to stare at Flat-
momentous decision even in his tery. The idea of cannibalism
smallest gesture. The psych boys was repellant, but that wasn’t
had called him “Big Daddy” be- what had caught Bickel’s atten-
hind his back, but they’d jumped tion. “It was discussed.” That
when he commanded. Now, simple statement contained vol-
Bickel focused on the fact that umes of unanswered questions
they never again expected to see and hidden implications.
Hempstead, yet the man still “Third possibility,” Hemp-
could reach into their midst with stead said, “would be to build
his decisions. the necessary consciousness into
“First analysis indicates these your robo-pilot, using the ship
Hempstead
possibilities,” said. computer as a basis. Our compu-
“You could turn back to orbit tations indicated you have suf-
around UMB problem
until the ficient materials, including neu-
is solved and new Organic Men- ron packages intended for colony
tal Cores installed. That would robots in your stores. This is
return us to the old problem of theoretically feasible.”
sterile control under less than “Theoretically feasible!” Tim-
ideal conditions. It also would berlake sneered. “Does he think
remove the ship from the situa- we’ve never heard about all the
tion of probable cause in the failures in . .
.”
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been reached by then, present posed. Just enough grief; not too
opinion is that you will be or- much.
dered to turn back.” There fol- The vocoder emitted a filter-
lowed a long silence, then: . . dulled crackling, then: “This is
unless you have alternative sug- Morgan Hempstead closing
gestions.” transmission. Acknowledge and
“Fou will be ordered to turn answer our questions immediate-
back," Flattery thought. He ly. UMB out.”
turned to see how those key “They left toomuch unsaid,”
words sat with Bickel. They were Bickel said. And he sensed
aimed at Bickel, contrived for there’d been “deletions for rea-
him, fitted specially to trigger his sons of policy” all through the
deepest motives. message. The thin political line
Bickel lay in thoughtful si- they walked had been betrayed
lence staring up at the speech most in what was not said.
microscope display above the “Build consciousness into our
vocoder, checking the accuracy computer,” Timberlake growled.
of message reception. “How stupid can they get?” He
“At this time,” Hempstead glanced at Bickel. “You were
said, “Project Control requires on one of the original attempts
a detailed report on condition of at UMB, John. You get the
all ship systems with special ref- honor of telling ‘Big Daddy’
erence to hybernating colonists. where he can shove that idea.”
It is recognized that prolonging “That attempt flopped and
the voyage increases probability badly,” Bickel agreed. “But it’s
of hybernation failure. We still the only real course open
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sible of achievement at present IV
”
level of technology’
“That was an excuse, not a Qhe had come into Com- central
summation,” Bickel said. And ^ still weak and dis-
feeling
he thought back to UMB’s fruit- oriented. It was obvious that the
less search for the artificial shift of dominance had gone fas-
Consciousness Factor. There’d ter than expected, though, and
always been that sterile wall be- she had forced herself to over-
tween his part of the group and come her body’s weaknesses,
the Station personnel, but the putting on a mask of well-being
triple-glass walls had never hid- and composure that she did not
den the smell of failure. It’d feel.
been all around the project from The ovoid Com-central room
the beginning. They’d been lost should not have confused her
in tangles of pseudoneuron fiber, she had put in too many hours
in winking lights and the snap of trainingamong these dials and
of relays, the hiss of tape reels gauges and pipes and keyboard
and the ozone smell of
bitter consoles before their departure
burnt insulation from overload- — but the feeling of unfamiliar-
ed circuits. They’d looked for a ity persisted. Then, as aware-
mechanical way to do what the ness increased, she saw the
least among them could do with- subtle changes in connections
in his own flesh be conscious. — and controls and readouts, rec-
And they’d failed. ognized Bickel’s handiwork.
Over them all had hung the All the changes were necessary
unspoken fear, the knowledge of to put the ship on manual, she
what’d happened to the one proj- realized, but she could feel the
ect that reportedly had achieved inadequacies of what had been
success and its own doom
. . . done.
. .back on the surface of earth.
. It was then she realized the
Timberlake cleared his throat, thin edge they walked, and she
lifted a hand out of his couch turned her attention to Flattery
cocoon, studied his fingernails who was finishing out his shift
and picked up the threads of on the big board. The signs of
a previous conversation: “There strainwere obvious in his move-
was no physical reason for those ments —
still exact with a sur-
brains to fail. The life systems geon’s sureness, but the control
were perfect. It’s as though they betrayed its thinning energy in
committed suicide . .under
. the way he relaxed abruptly after
some unknown stress.” each adjustment of the board.
30 GALAXY
He should be relieved now, she certainly. Besides, she was
thought, but she knew she was scheduled to follow Bickel on the
not yet ready to have that green board in the normal rotation.
dial point down at her, and she His glance followed the Corn-
wasn’t sure of the conditions of central track, the way the board
Bickel and Timberlake. circled around their positions.
Timberlake radiated glum si- Bickel was in number one spot,
lence. then Prue, then Flattery and —
“Moonbase is taking longer to he sat here on the end.
answer this time than it did be- It’s my watch, Timberlake
fore,” she said. told himself.
“They’re too busy trying to He felt perspiration start in his
decide what our reply really palms.
means,” Bickel said. “And I He’s taking too long, Flattery
gave ’em some questions to an- thought, and he said: “I’ll give
swer.” you the board on the count,
“Or they could be figuring out Tim. I’m wearing pretty thin.”
how to tell us we’ve bitten off Before Timberlake could pro-
more’n we can chew,” Timber- test, the count had started and
lake said. his hand went automatically to
She heard the fear in his voice, the big red switch. Board and
said: “Raj has been on that arrow came to him. Necessities
board over four hours. Isn’t it of the job caught him imme-
time somebody spelled him, diately. Almost a third of the
Tim?” shield temperature control need-
Flattery knew what she was ed trimming to bring it into bet-
doing, but couldn’t prevent the ter balance.
feeling of tension from gripping We should trace out the OMC
his spine. There was always the linkages for this and install
possibility Timberlake couldn’t automatics for the gross part of
take this. the job, he thought.
Timberlake felt the dryness in Presently, he fell into the
his mouth. Naturally, she’d as- routine of the watch and realized
sume he was giving orders here. he’d be able to take his four
He was the life systems man. hours ... at least.
She hadn’t volunteered to take
the board, either . the bitch.
. . T)rudence was studying Bickei’s
But maybe it was too soon after displays and stacks of sche-
de-hyb. Metabolisms differed. matics. She had followed enough
She’d know her own capacities, of what he was doing there to
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.
32 GALAXY
board, thinking of the trigger be- lab personnel, destroyed sensors,
neath that plate and the mate sent slashing beams of pure de-
to it in his quarters concealed by struction through the surround-
the lines of the sacred graphic ing countryside.
on the bulkhead. Finally, it had taken the island
"Arbitrary turn-back com- —God knew where.
mand ,” Flattery reminded him- Poof!
self. That was the code signal he No island.
must listen for from UMB. That No lab personnel.
was the signal he must obey— Nothing but gray water and a
unless he judged the ship had to cold north wind whipping white-
be destroyed before receiving caps across it and the fish and
that signal. the seaweed invading the area
A simple push on one of the where land and men and ma-
hidden triggers would activate chinery had been.
the master program in the ship’s Just thinking about it made
computer, open air locks, set off Flattery shiver. He conjured up
explosive charges. Death and de- in his mind the image of the sa-
struction for crew, ship, all the cred graphic from his quarters,
colonistsand their supplies. absorbed some of the peace from
Colonists and their supplies! the field of serenity, the tran-
Flattery thought. quility of the holy faces.
He was too good a psychiatrist Even Moonbase didn’t walk
not to recognize the guilt mo- too close to this project now. It
tives behind the careful provi- was all a sham to educate ship
sioning of this ship. And he was personnel, to frustrate the eager
too good a divine not to see young men and women.
through the religious hokum to “ Each project ship must main-
the essential rightness of his tain its coefficient of frustra-
role on this project. tion” went the private ad-
There had to be a safety fuse. monition. “Frustration must
come from both human and
'T'he first crude attempts at mechanical sources.”
mechanical reproduction of They thought of frustration
consciousness had been made on as a threshhold, a factor to
an island in Puget Sound. The heighten awareness.
“ It made a weird kind of sense.
island no longer existed. Rogue
consciousness!” they had scream- Thus, there were crew mem-
ed. True enough. Something had bers like Flattery and Pru-
. . .
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that broke down, robox repair Bickel said. “Our computer and
units that had to have a human even the AAT work on analogue
monitor every second and pro- — additive principles. We’re going
grammed emergencies to com- to build a system that’s strictly
plicate real emergencies. infinite-multiplying. Our sys-
Flattery longed to get back to tem will produce message units
his quarters, tobathe himself in that are products of many mul-
the field generator there, ex- tipliers.”
amine the mood of the computer “You make it sound so
complex and be certain it had simple,” Prudence said. “Con-
settled back to pure mechanism nect net A to net B at points D
since deprived of its Organic and D prime and you get the
Mental Cores. Consciousness Factor —CF for
But he could not leave here short.”
yet, could not display any sus- Bickel’s lips thinned. “You
picious behavior. have a better plan?”
Did I push too hard? she won-
CCTf you start rebuilding sys- dered. And she spoke quickly:
•A terns,” Prudence was say- “Oh, I’m with you, Bickel. You
ing, “how long would it take to obviously know all the answers.”
restore communications?” “I don’t know all the answers,”
“Fifteen to twenty hours,” Bickel growled, “but I’m not go-
Bickel said. “We could have a ing to sit out here moaning about
jury rig in doing the job by fate . . and I’m not turning
.
then.” back.”
Flattery looked questioningly What we have to turn back?
if
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Prudence looked up at the big the corner of her board to one of
board and the inactive repeaters the tail eyes, looked back to-
over her couch, wondering at her ward the center of the solar sys-
sudden feeling of chill. I’m afraid tem, toward the planet that had
to take that board, she thought. spawned them.
Those thousands of lives down A stabbing pang of homesick-
in the hyb tanks ... all depend- ness tightened her breast, made
ing on right-the-first-time reac- breathing difficult.
tions. Did the UMB bigdomes They had been moulded and
really know what they were do- motivated, twisted, trained and
ing when they sent us out here? inhibited —wound up like m ech-
Was this the only way? anical toys and sent scooting off
For the first time since coming into the darkness with their laser
out of the hyb tank, she felt the “whistle” tooting to let UMB
old familiar pain-of-wonder, know where they were.
asking herself what it might’ve And where are we? she asked
been like to’ve been bom into a herself.
normal family in the normal “Prue, you’d better take the
way, to have grown up in the big board,” Flattery said. “You’d
noisy, intimate belonging of the normally follow John.”
unchosen. Sight of the big board’s dials
“You are the cream, the select and gauges filled her with an
few,” Morgan Hempstead and abrupt anger and fear. She felt
had kept reminding
his cohorts the immediacy of the emotions in
them. But she was one of the a dry throat, heat in her cheeks.
few who knew where the
select “I .. haven’t had enough
.
cream had originated. Most of time off the board ... to recu-
the medics on the ship knew. perate,” Flattery said, speaking
“Or .”
Normal biopsy tissue from a liv- hesitantly. I’d . .
ing human volunteer had been “It’s all right,” she said. “I’ll
DO WAKE OR DREAM?
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tention to a telltale on the big she thought . but he was
. .
36 GALAXY
“D’you think he’s started . . . He may not’ve faced that yet,
building?” but he’ll have to when he real-
“Mostly preparation at this izes he has to get deterministic
stage,” “They’re col-
she said. results from unreliable hard-
lecting material. You can pretty ware.”
well follow their movements by
watching the power drain here Qhe turned to stare at him, not-
on the board, the shifts in tem- ^ ing the far away look in his
perature sensors and the dosim- eyes. “How’s that again?”
eter repeaters and the drain on “He has to build with non-liv-
the robox cargo handlers.” ing matter.”
“They’ve been out into the “So what?” She returned her
cargo sections?” attention to the board. “Nature
“One of them has . . . prob- makes do with the same stuff.
ably Tim.” Living systems aren’t living be-
“You know what Bickel said low the molecular level.”
about the UMB attempt?” Flat- “And you underestimate . . .
38 GALAXY
switches, brought his own moni- the cocoon lips as he turned,
tors alive. He scanned the in- grasped the traveler controls.
struments, said: “Call Tim.” “Give me the red switch,” he
“Nothing I do seems to work!” snapped. “To hell with the count!
she panted. I’m taking it.”
He
glanced at her, saw she And he took it, the big board
was fighting the board, not work- swinging across much too fast.
ing with it. “C-8,” she said, sinking back
“Call Tim!” he barked. and wiping perspiration from her
She hit the command circuit forehead.
switch with the heel of her left “I’ve got it,” he said. He scan-
hand, shouted: “Tim to Corn- ned the dials and gauges, his
central! Emergency!” fingers playing over the console.
Again, Flattery scanned his in- Bickel slipped into his own
struments. There appeared to be couch, tripped his repeaters. “It’s
three points of temperature shift in the hull shielding,” he said.
outside the hyb tanks with cor- “First two layers,” Timberlake
responding variation inside. As said.
Prue tried to compensate for one Prudence put a hand to her
fluctuation,the others fell far- throat, tried not to look at Bickel.
ther toward the red. He mustn’t suspect our atten-
He had to force himself to tion’s on him, she thought. Then:
keep his hands off the controls. Wouldn’t it be monstrous irony
If tank temperature went into to lose our colonists and burden
the red without dehyb precau- ourselves with guilt before the
tions,there’d be deaths among need tor it?
the helpless occupants. Despite “That’s doing it,” Bickel said.
Prue’s desperate efforts, death She looked across to the board
was approaching three sectors of above Timberlake, saw the warn
the C-8 tank —
some four hun- mg telltales winking out, the
dred human lives in there. dials swinging back into norma'
The hatch from the computer range.
shop banged open. Timberlake “Faulty feedback for a patch
leaped through with Bickel right of our shell reflectors focused on
behind. C-8,” Timberlake said. “The sys-
“Hyb tanks,” Prudence gasp- tem started to oscillate and that
ed. “Temperature.” threw the overload switches, left
Timberlake threw himself us wide open.”
across Com-central into his action “Another design failure,” Bick-
couch. His vacsuit rasped against el sneered.
DO WAKE OR DREAM?
I 39
And such a simple problem, out . . . and 1 missea rne snip
Bickel thought. The hull curve trouble until it was almost ready
acted like a lens to focus energy to wreck us.
within the ship unless reflec-
. . . occurred to her then to won-
It
tor and shell shielding systems der if one of the crew had her as
compensated. a “special project” to keep her
Prudence traced the line of the abilities toned up ... on edge.
remaining telltales, said: “C-8’s “Prue, you’ve got to remember
on a line with that robot stores that when the overload switches
section you were raiding. Is that go the computer automatics are
all it takes to throw the ship off out of the circuit,” Bickel said.
balance?” “This thing was designed to be
“Gives you a wonderful feeling brought back into line by a con-
of confidence in the Tin Egg’s scious intelligence — one of us
design, doesn’t it,” Bickel said. or an OMC.”
They didn’t warn
she me! “Oh, shut up!” she flared. “I
thought. They cheated. Calculat- made a mistake. I know it. I
ed emergencies, they said, just won’t do it again.”
enough to keep a fine edge on “No damage was done,” Tim-
your reaction abilities. Reaction berlake said.
abilities! “I don’t need you to defend
me!” she snapped.
ttX^ou overcompensated, “That’s enough of that!” Bickel
Prue,” Timberlake said. snapped, turning to glare at Pru-
“Make minimal adjustments to dence. “We’d better clear a little
avoid oscillation while you hunt air, here. We’re on our own, Prue.
for the source of your trouble. You’ve no idea how much on our
You had sensor telltales flaring own we are. We have to depend
right out through the ship to pin- on each other because we sure as
point where you needed shielding hell can’t depend on the Tin Egg!
reinforcement.” We can’t afford to snap and bite
I panicked, she thought. And at each other.”
she said “I guess I let myself get
: Oh, can’t we now, she thought.
too tired.” Even as she spoke she “We’re trapped on a ship that
sensed how lame the excuse contains only one top drawer
sounded. mechanism,” Bickel said. “We’ve
I was too intent doing the job only one thing that functions
on Flattery, she thought. I had smoothly and beautifully the way
him headed for a nice corner it should —
our computer. Every-
where he’d have to fight his way thing else works as though it’d
40 GALAXY
been designed and built by six and thought: God help us. nick-
left-handed apes.” el’s seen through the sham far
“Bickel thinks it was all delib- too soon.
erate,”Timberlake said. “Certainly the OMCs ” Bickel
Prudence caught herself in an said. “And they gave us three of
involuntary glance at Flattery, the damn’ things! One in service
forced her attention away from and two for back up. Never a
Bickel and onto Timberlake. This hint that an OMC could fail, yet
is far too early for Bickel to sus- we had three on the Tin Egg!”
pect, she thought. “Why?” Prudence asked.
Timberlake avoided her eyes. “To make damn’ sure we got
Pie looked like a small boy who’d beyond the point of no return be-
been caught stealing jam. fore we got the cold-turkey
Flattery broke the silence. “De- treatment,” Bickel said.
liberate?” he asked. I guess I’m elected. Prudence
“Yeah,” Timberlake said. “He thought. She said: “More of Proj-
thinks the other six ships had the ect’s goddamn' maneuvering!
same kind of failure — something Sure. It’d be right in character.”
rotten with the OMCs.” Flattery shot a startled look
Bicker s far more alert and sus- at her, returned his attention to
picious than anyone suspected. the big board before Bickel no-
Prudence thought. Raj or I will ticed.
have to side with him; there’s no “Cold turkey,” Bickel said.
other way to keep control of the “This ship’s one elaborate simu-
situation. lation device with a single pur-
“Why ... the OMCs?” Flat- pose — and my guess is the
tery asked. others were the same.
“Let’s not tip toe around it,” “Can’t you see it?” Bickel ask-
Bickel said. “The thing’s obvious. ed. “Don’t you recognize the pur-
What feature of these ships is pose? It casts its shadow over
never mentioned in the stress everything around us. It’s the
analyses trying to find a cause only thing that makes any sense
for the six previous failures? out of this charade. The secrecy,
What feature do we assume is the mystery, the maneuvering —
proof against failure because everything’s calculated to put us
there’s no hint of one breaking on a greased slide into a very
down?” special ocean. It’s not just cold
“Surely not the OMCs,” Flat- turkey, it’s sink or swim. And the
tery said. He tried to hold his only way we can swim is to de-
voice to a bantering level, failed velop an artificial consciousness.”
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41
VI Danger keeps you honed to a
she thought. Extended
fine edge,
he wrote her name: “Prudence peace makes you dull.
S Weygand” at the foot of the “You’d better get something to
log tape, started it rolling through eat and try to rest,” Flattery
the auto-recorder, made the syn- said.
chronous shift to Flattery’s tape “I’m not hungry.”
as he took over the board. The “At least try to rest.”
counter said it was her fifteenth “Maybe later. Think I’ll wan-
change of shift. der in and see how Bickel and
Flattery squirmed in his Tim’re doing.” She looked at the
couch, settling himself for the big screen overhead. It was tuned
four hour watch. Reflections on to the peak- corner lenses of the
the dial faces were hypnotic. He computer shop. And for all the
shook his head to bring himself four hours of her shift it had been
to full alertness, heard the hiss producing provocative sights and
of fabric as Prudence got out of sounds.
her couch. She stood there a mo- Bickel and Timberlake had
ment stretching, did a dozen deep been busy. She took one low-grav
knee bends. step across to the hatch-lock, let
How easily they accept the herself through and stopped to
possibility that I’m the execution study what they had accomp-
er, Flattery thought. He noted lished.
how wide awake and alert Pru- Timberlake was nowhere in
dence appeared. This four hours sight. And where the optical
on-four hours off routine could character reader had been on the
be endured as long as no serious big panel across from the lock
problems arose, but it played hob now stretched a mechanical ex-
with the metabolic cycle. Pru- crescence —
a piled and jutting
dence should be headed for food structure of plastic blocks; Eng
and rest, but she obviously was multiplier circuits, each sealed
wide awake. in plastic insulator. Linking the
She glanced at Flattery, saw blocks were loops and tangles
he was settled in for the watch, and twists of insulated pseudo-
checked the repair log. Nothing neuron fiber.
was flagged urgent. That made it Bickel had heard her entrance.
a bit more than twenty-five hours Without turning from his work
with nothing more than minor at one end of that protruding
adjustments on the big board. angular construction, he said:
Smooth. Too smooth. “Take that other micro-tie view-
42 GALAXY
er on the bench. I need 21.006 tion to giving us our analysis of
centimeters of the K-Ar neuro- built-in misfunction, this little
DO WAKE OR DREAM?
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43
triggeredby consciousness ex- three switches simultaneously.
panders and hallucinogens had “Interchange activated.”
beckoned to experimenters be- He waited, feeling the suspense
fore, but never in a situation par- grow as a tightness in his stom-
alleling a mechanical attack on ach.
the problem. “Interchange now showing Mi-
That avenue had to be ex- trance pulse,” she said.
plored, she knew — but she had “Net one,” he said, introduc-
only one guinea pig: herself. And ing the timed burst from the shot
tests on her own body with generator.
serotonin and adrenalin fractions “There’s a jam-up at the fifth-
were dangerous. She couldn’t layer nodes,” she said. “No im-
avoid the suspicion she might be pulses are getting through.”
giving in to a death wish. “I’ll try sweeping the roulette
Now, she wondered: Am
I de- cycles,” Bickel said. He twisted
luding myself? Is this more illu- a dial.
sion? Or is it just an excuse not “Nothing,” she said. “Still that
to keep up the anti-S dosage so fifth-layer jam-up.”
I’ll become sexually desirable to Bickel stepped back, glared at
Bickel? the input panel. “This is nuts!
What we have here is essentially
tt r_r'hat’s it,” Bickel said. “Let’s a transducer. The outputs should
give it a run. Prue, moni- match!”
tor the diagnostic board.” He Again, Prudence read her dials.
gestured to the panel of dials and “Your products are still zero,”
gauges at the left of the plug- she said.
board. “I’ll give each net poten- “Any heat?” Bickel asked.
tial of the roulette cycles a one- “Nothing significant,” she said.
fifth second burst from the shot “Somehow, we’ve produced a
generator.” He moved around to unitary orthogonal system for
the right of the test set-up, flip- each net and the total assembly,”
ped switches to start the source Bickel said. “And that’s a contra-
program through the inputs. diction. It could mean we have
“Mark,” he said. more than one system in each of
“Mark,” she said as her dials these separate nets.”
registered the pulse. “You have an unknown that’s
“Give me the mean synapse swallowing energy,” Prudence
threshhold, mean endbulb thresh- said, her excitement kindling.
hold and action time on each “Isn’t that our definition of .
.”.
44 GALAXY
said. “Whatever the unknown print-out. With a sense of awe
system is, it can’t be conscious she realized that it was devoid
. . . not yet. This set-up is too of insignificant digits.
simple, doesn’t have enough It had been weeded down to
source data. .” . essentials.
“Then it’s some error in the
hook-up,” Prudence said. ( t'\7'oh!” Timberlake called, his
Bickel’s shoulders sagged. He * voice echoing with a hol-
took a deep, tired breath. “Yeah. low resonance from the crawl
Has to be.” space.
“Where’s your record of as- Bickel looked down, saw that
sembly and circuit tests?” Pru- only Timberlake’s feet protruded
dence asked. into the shop now.
“I isolated an auxiliary storage “Found it,” Timberlake said.
tank,” Bickel said. He gestured “It’s a fifty-line sheaf, single
vaguely to his left. “It’s the red- plug. Shall I pull it?”
flagged one. Everything’s in there ‘Where does it lead?” Bickel
. .including all this.” He waved
. asked.
at the diagnostic panel. “According to the color code
“You get something to eat and it leads right down into the ac-
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Those bastards! he thought. VII
They knew we’d find this the
firsttime we went looking into TV /T organ Hempstead’s burst-de-
the computer’s innards. They’ve personalized voice filled the
tied our hands. control room as Bickel started
“Come on Tim,” Bickel
out, the playback of the new message
said. “Don’t change a damn’ from Moonbase.
thing.” He stood up, removed the “Calling UMB ship Earthling.
blocking plugs he had inserted This is Project calling UMB
ship
to isolate this storage bank. Earthling.’’
he thought. Hah!
Isolate! A long, rolling silence followed
All he’d done was change the and they grew aware of the hiss-
potential at one point and insure ing of the tape as it sped across
that he wouldn’t have the ad- its sorting heads.
dresses on any of the test in- Bickel glanced around the
formation they’d just sent into room — Flattery at the big board
the system. yet, composed and so serenely
Timber lake scooted backward sure of himself; Prudence in her
out of the crawl space, stood up. action couch and with her eyes
“Does that make sense to you?” intent on the vocal translator at
he asked, gesturing toward the the AAT ;
Timberlake in his
hole. couch, eyes closed, breathing
“I wish it didn’t,” Bickel said. deeply. One might almost think
“This computer has what he was asleep, but for the pulse
amounts to a random address at his temple. Bickel recognized
system as far as we’re concerned. that mannerism of Timberlake’s.
There’ll be enormous blocks of It meant the man was chewing
information filed in it bit by bit over a heavy problem.
in such a way that only the com- “Hit it,” Hempstead said.
puter knows where it is. That’s “That must be an error,” Bic-
why we have so many special kel said.“The AAT goofed on
function and subrou-
routines that one.”
tines and sub-subroutines ad in- “We do worse ourselves some-
finitum. The addresses of those times,” Flattery said.
we know.” “On the question of defining
“The organic cores must’ve consciousness,” Hempstead said.
known where the information “Reference is made to nerve bar-
was,” Prudence said. rier and threshhold data your
“And they’re dead,” Bickel computer. Best dive to date.”
said. “Best definition to date,” Flat-
46 GALAXY
tery said. “That’s what he must Bick,” he said. “Acknowledge
have said.” year compliance.”
“New Organic Mental Core,” Flattery glanced at Timber-
Hempstead said. “Medical per- lake, returned his attention to the
sonnel are directed to abandon board. Timberlake obviously was
all such repeats in their waste of making a bid to regain his au-
order.” thority. That could’ve been pre-
“There’s something wrong with dicted. Their first setback would
the AAT,” Prudence said. bring him charging out from —
“Not with the AAT,” Bickel fear for all those lives dependent
said. “With the translator cir- on the life systems if not for any
cuits from the computer.” other reason. Flattery had watch-
“That goddamn’ wild program ed the way Timberlake studied
we flushed through the system the life systems repeaters. Noth-
like a high colonic,” Timberlake ing wrong there yet. But a
. . .
growled. He opened his eyes, threat to any part of the ship was
stared accusingly at Bickel. a threat to all.
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47
wondering if Flattery knew how “They vary through ten argos,"
she was twisting her body chemis- Flattery muttered. “They don’t
try. graph back ... no series-constant
“I’m quite comfortable,” she in the curve of change Fourier —
said. or otherwise. Mass is out of regis-
But she wasn’t comfortable. ter with speed.”
Moods of depression and elation “What’d Hempstead say?”
shot through her without warning Bickel demanded, looking back
and had to be concealed. Strange at the print- out tape. He quoted;
“
psychic aches tortured her mind ‘Analyze course and reaction
— fantasies of god-like power data related to mass changes.’ If
competed with the urgeof physi- he . .
.”
48 GALAXY
and the object follows a probabi- properly working ship-control
listic curve related to the mean robobrain. The umbilicus crew
difference in mass.” was a pack of limping cripples by
Timberlake coughed, said: “Is comparison and in a situa-. . .
that thing saying our speed has tion where they needed to run
raised our mass to a point where and dodge and balance with the
something is colliding with us?
. . . ability of an athlete.
That’s nuts! We’re being pushed, “Starting retro,” Flattery said
according to the track graph. evenly.
What about things we hit, things He moved the micro-controls
in out path?” one notch.
“Maybe it’s all going our way Action couches made a slight
in this sector of space,” Bickel adjustment to the change. It reg-
said. “We don’t know.” istered as a creeping movement
of their repeater consoles against
CC T)repare for retro-firing,” the conduits, pipes and instru-
Flattery said. ments of the fixed walls.
“Wouldn’t it be wiser to turn “Track graph report,” Flattery
ship?” Timberlake asked. He said.
kicked the manual cocoon switch “Speed is dropping unevenly,”
and the action couch snapped se- Prudence said. “Fits and jerks.”
curely around him. Bickel, watching the edge of his
“Raj’s right,” Bickel said. “Use repeater where it aligned with the
minimum change. Something’s edge of a wall plate, could see
happening for which we have no the bucking movement of the ship
base of experience.” as a series of tiny jerks. His hands
“I am starting retro with micro- on the console keys sensed a
emission,” Flattery said. “Prue, tremor in the ship.
monitor the track graph. Tim, “Tell me when the graph lev-
watch our mass reference. I am els off,” Flattery said. “Mass
recording for later analysis.” reference report.”
“If there is a later,” Timber- “Uneven,” Timberlake said.
lake muttered. “Graph average is dropping, but
Flattery ignored him, said: the direct register is going up and
“John, monitor hull temperature down . . . it’s .008, .0095 . . .
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49
in temperature along the first heard the sigh and
quadrant, stern. Compensation
system is taking care of it ade-
F
close
lattery
thought: The Tin Egg had a
call. But close to what?
quately. Doppler reference shows Does Bickel know? Did he tell
an actual speed decrease of .00904 us everything he got from the
plus.” computer? Even so, how can we
“Mark,” Flattery said. trust computer information now?
“S over C confirms,” Prudence But Flattery recalled another
said. part of Hempstead’s possibly-
Flattery advanced the micro- garbled message: ‘Unknown area
control another notch, feeling derived mathematically.'
perspiration along his back and What if that were pretty close
neck collecting too fast for his to Hempstead’s actual words?
suit to compensate. Flattery asked himself. An un-
“Track,” he said. known some kind derived
of
“Graph is now dipping below mathematically. The ship had en-
the fixed reference,” Prudence countered a mass/speed problem.
said. “Still dropping unevenly.” Bickel said: “Raj, drop the
“Ion reading,” Flattery said. speed another two points and
“One over four point two eight hold. We’ll want regular checks
double ought one,” Timberlake on mass/speed variations from
said. “Agreement with emission here on out.”
rate is positive. Retro normal.” “Complying,” Flattery said.
“Rate of down-graph is now “Report in order.” He turned to
even on the track,” Prudence the micro- controls, dropped them
said. two more notches.
“Mass reference level and “Track graph declines on an
.000001001 out of agreement,” even slope,” Prudence said.
Timberlake said. “Mass reference agrees,” Tim-
“Hull temperature?” Flattery berlake said. “Ion emission nor-
said. mal.”
“Holding,” Bickel said, and al- “Temperature holding normal,”
lowed himself a deep breath. Bickel said. “Doppler compari-
Changes in hull temperature son is positive -zero.”
where they should not occur, Bickel looked at those two thin
changes in their speed without black needles of the doppler com-
a positive explanation —these parator. They were what put the
were more alarming than a phys- bite in this emergency. They pro-
icalbreakdown that they could vided positive checks on speed
touch with their hands. through doppler reference to
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fixed astronomical bodies. The “Isn’t necessarily wrecked,”
doppler comparison and change Bickel said. “Our life systems still
in speed had agreed one-for-one. work. Ship servos and sensors ap-
“I do not understand what hap- pear to be in order. I get consist-
pened,” Flattery said, “but I have ent replies and demands for in-
the distinct feeling we were close formation.”
to the brink.” “Consistent doesn’t mean cor-
“The brink of what?” Prudence rect,” Timberlake said.
demanded. Fear was plain in her “Was Hempstead telling us to
voice. cease and desist?” Flattery asked.
“We were close to running wild “If he was .” . .
out of the solar system,” Bickel “We don’t know,” Bickel said.
said. “Out of control, unable to “As long as we don’t know, we
maneuver. Quite likely, we were don’t have to obey.”
close to being hurtled into an- Or disobey, Flattery thought.
other dimension.” He said: “How is it the comput-
“Without a prayer of escape,” er seems to function on informa-
Timberlake said. tion demand, but not for AAT
“The negative transformations translation?”
in grav theory,” Prudence whis- “That could mean only one
pered. band to debug,” Prudence said.
“What?” Timberlake barked. “If it does .” She broke off,
. .
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51
tt'\7'ou didn’t disconnect the she recognized what Bickel in-
plugboard from the Ox,” tended.
Timberlake whispered. “But he’s already .” . .
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“It might as well be lost!” “That message is the only thing
Timberlake barked. we’ve really lost,” Bickel said.
“No,” Bickel said. “The com- “I’ll ask for a repeat on . ,
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lightest at the beginning,” Tim- TAKE A HUMAN BRAIN
berlake said. “And that could be COMMA INSTALL IT AS
part of the explanation there. TEMPORARY ORGANIC
You’d get minimum cancellation. MENTAL CORE COMMA
We might be able to salvage more AND RETURN SHIP TO
of the message especially in
. . . BIDGEYBIDGE B D G E Y I
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—
Flattery’s duty shift had ex- “You noticed ... so you may
hausted him. He felt drained as well watch.”
and at the same time keyed up. It was Bickel’s voice.
Apprehensive. He felt that forces
were gathering over which he HP hey looked up to see a view
could have no control. -*•
of the shop in their big
They had come no solution to screen. Bickel stood with the det-
of the communication problem. ritus of the initial Ox installation
Or of any other. Perhaps, none —
around him dangling leads, me-
was possible. ters,neuron blocks all stacked —
He looked up at the monitor precariously away from the com-
screen and observed it was puter wall.
blank. “Bickel, listen to reason,” Tim-
For a moment did not regis-
it berlake said. “You can’t just tear
ter. He looked over to the con- into . .
.”
tion couch and in almost die same That and your yakking. Rhy-
motion, launched himself at the thm.”
hatch to the computer mainten- Another substitute neuron
ance shop. He wrenched at the block went into place beneath the
lock dogs, but they remained im- firsttwo.
movable. “Describe what you’re doing,”
“He’s jammed the lock!” Tim- Flattery said, and he motioned
berlake said. “If he wrecks our for Timberlake to come to his
computer . .
.” side.
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— :
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systems engineer to .. . nothing. can’t get into ourselves the way
The thought set him shivering. an engineer should to duplicate
the mechanism. But, friend,
’ll use the shot-effect generator there’s another approach —
thor-
I again, Bickel thought. oughly tested and effective.”
Heleaned into the organized Prudence said: “Raj?”
clutter of the Ox, clipped a lead Flattery looked at her.
onto the temporary input, thread- “I’m getting current drive on
ed the lead out and draped it to the auxiliary power supply,” she
one side. said.
The effect and the way to “It’s the shop,” Flattery said.
achieve it were still clear in his “John’s taken a direct line to pre-
mind. He had awakened sudden- vent us from shutting him off.”
ly, not knowing how long he had He looked back at BickeL
slept, but feeling refreshed and “Right?”
with this answer filling his mind. “Right,” Bickel said. “It
He turned to the computer shouldn’t cause you any trouble.
leads, linked the Ox through a I’ve isolated the line. Your main
buffer that would feed its im- board is still functioning.” He
pulses into a test-memory bank, turned back to the Ox, began tie-
connected this to one of the new ing in a series erf timed neuro-
bank of neuron blocks, and put fibers.
the system on full interlock. ‘What’s the tested, effective
“Will you at least explain what method?” Flattery asked. He
you’re doing, John?” looked up at the telltales on the
It was Flattery’s voice out of Com- central board, following
the screen. Timberlake’s progress by the
Bickel glanced back, saw Pru- heat sensors. Timberlake was out
dence at the controls, Flattery in the second zone now, turning
sitting on the edge of an action in toward the opposite side of
—
couch no sign of Timberlake. the shielding and the hyb tanks.
But this screen’s eyes didn’t ex- Why had Tim been so reluct-
pose all of Com-centraL It was ant to go? Flattery wondered.
probable that Timberlake was Bickel finished a triple con-
trying the hatch. nection along the timed fibers,
Well, let him, Bickel thought. straightened, said: “The system
“We have only ourselves to use you can’t tear apart and exam-
as models for producing this Con- ine called a black box. If we
is
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Hal to the black box —that is, this a bit more? What if you’ve
make it sufficiently complex made a mistake and . .
then we can force the black box, “No mistake,” Bickel said.
by its own operation, to transfer Flattery looked to the telltales.
its pattern of action to the white Timberlake was in the hyb tanks
box. We cross link them and sub- now, but he wasn’t moving just —
ject each to identical shot-effect stopped there.
bursts.” We set our 'organ of analysis’
“What’s your white box?” Flat- at too high a pitch, Flattery
tery asked, his interest and at- thought. We should’ve known it
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puter’s inner lines of communi- He’s utterly mad, Flattery
cation and supervisory control thought. The shot-effect shock
programs. would kill the human subject.
“Didn’t you hear me?” Bickel Bickel looked out of the screen,
demanded. “I’m getting nerve- stared at Flattery realizing —
net response! This thing’ll be- that the psychiatrist-chaplain had
have like a human nervous sys- seen the possible deadliness of
tem!” this proposal.
“Raj, he is!” Who will bell the cat? Bickel
It was Prudence, and Flattery thought. He swallowed. Well ,
if
brain,” Bickel said. “I’m going ded toward the stacked blocks
to take one of our spare hyb and interwoven leads of the Ox
tanks and adapt the electro- beside Bickel. “. how’ll you . .
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IX He racked the rooox, stared
at the hatch. It was a big yellow
fp'imberlake had launched him- oval, itsseal warning in heavy
self down the metalo-plastic blueletters: “THIS HATCH
communications tube with a des- MUST BE CLOSED AND
perate haste, knowing he had to DOGGED BEFORE INNER
move swiftly or become stalled HATCH WILL OPEN!”
in an unexplainable terror. Now that he was faced with it,
At the tube- distribution lock, Timberlake felt a calm submis-
he sealed the hatch behind him, sion to fate controlling his mus-
snatched a robox-monkey from cles. He gripped the hatch dogs,
itsrack, tuned the sensors to the broke the seal, seeing the line of
track imprinted in the tube wall, frost inside as the hatch swung
slammed its wheels onto the open. His suit generators hum-
guide marks and grabbed the med upscale, compensating for
handhold controls. the drop in temperature as chill
Again, he encountered that air spilled out of the lock.
terrifying reluctance to move, Timberlake slipped into the
and stared up the tube, studying lock, closed and sealed the outer
the long, infinity-curve of it visi- hatch, turned around. A rack of
ble through the transparent saf- heavy-duty generators hung over
ety locks. the inner hatch with a big warn-
I can’t go back, he thought. ing sign above them: “EX-
With a sudden wrench, he TREME DANGER! DEEP
twisted the little robox tow unit’s SPACE OR L-T SUIT RE-
drive to full on, let it jerk him QUIRED BEFORE ENTER-
ahead along that curving track. ING THE NEXT LOCK. BE
The wind of his passage was a SURE YOU HAVE SPARE
dim hiss. He was like a loose GENERATOR IN WORKING
piston driving down that tube. CONDITION BEFORE OPEN-
Locks opened automatically to ING THIS HATCH.”
the robox signal, closed behind Timberlake looped the straps
him. He slowed for the protec- of a spare generator over his
tive jog through the shielding shoulder, gave the thing’s turbine
layer, twisted around through the drive a short burst to check it
branching outside the hyb tanks, The generator hummed briefly.
dove back down along the flat He swung the rack of them aside,
angle that returned through the broke open the next hatch, slip-
watershield and stopped in the ped through and dogged it be-
lock chamber to the tanks. hind him.
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Now, a smaller hatch greeted His gloved hands went to the
him, and lettered on its face: dogs of the inner hatch, broke
“ADMISSION ONLY TO the seal. The hatch popped
LIFE-SYSTEMS ENGINEERS slightly, indicating a small dif-
OR MEDICAL PERSONNEL. ference in pressure —
nothing
SUIT SECURITY MUST BE abnormal. He stepped through
MAINTAINED AT ALL into the glittering dry chill of the
TIMES BEYOND THIS first bank of hyb tanks. This was
POINT.DO NOT OPEN THIS where Prudence had been. He
HATCH UNTIL YOU HAVE saw her empty tank on his left,
ADJUSTED YOUR SUIT FOR its leads dangling, the cushioned
THE EXTREME LOW OF carrier still open inside.
HYBERNATION TEMPERA- Everything around him was
TURES.” revealed in harsh blue cold-light.
Timberlake coupled the auxi- He studied the chamber.
liary generator to his suit, check- It was like a giant barrel —
ed both adjusted
generators, an open space in the center sur-
them temperature-security
for rounded by the smaller barrels
override. The remembered rou- that were the individual hyber-
tine occupied his awareness, nation tanks. A grid-floored cat-
keeping his mind off the space walk led down the open center
beyond that hatch. Suit seals with short ladders and handholds
slithered under his gloved fingers branching up to the separate
as he secured them. He dropped tanks.
the non-fog viewplate over his Timberlake kicked off down
faceplate, ran a check tape along the length of the tank in three
the seals. low-grav jumps, caught a hand-
The moment of final decision hold beside the breaker lock that
had come. separated this section from the
next one.
npimberlake forced himself to He looked back. No .they
. .
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was number-one section: high to within a day or so when he’ll
priority crew replacements. If die ... of natural causes, of
there was deception, it’d be fur- course. you wish to call old
If
ther along the line —
in one of age natural. Then you step back
the deeper sections. and see who uses the thing.”
Timberlake opened the safety Someone —
a feminine stu-
value at the breaker lock, swung dent in the back of the class —
open the hatch, let himself had asked: “Wouldn’t it take a
64 GALAXY
is taken from me then Fm truly man. That feedback reaction
useless except as a kind of com- with its elaborate encephalo-
puter-shop flunky for Bickel. graphic play, could not be pro-
Yes, Bickel. Right away, Bick- grammed for the unexpected.
el. Is there anything else, Bick- The oxygen shift at this mo-
el? ment in time obviously could not
Presently, he launched himself have been anticipated. A human
up to an individual tank hang- homeostate had detected it,
ing low on the left curve, center. though, and reacted correctly.
The tank was like all the others Timberlake dropped down to
racked in curving rows around the gridded catwalk, checked a
it. He activated the inner cold tank opposite, and another far-
light, caught a handhold and ther down the line.
bent close to the tank’s inspec- He went through them at ran-
tion port. dom, pausing only to check that
The light flickered, glowed. It each held a living human.
illuminated the metered master One of them he recognized —
tubes dropping from the tank’s black hair, olive skin with its
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For one instant of unreality, the inner bulkhead open. He
Timberlake thought that one of looked around to see Bickel
his hybernating charges had re- standing there.
vived itself. Then, the moving “You feel up to some work,
figure came full into the glare of you two?” Bickel asked. “I need
the cold-light and Timberlake your help.”
recognized Flattery’s features be-
hind the anti-fog plate of the X
helmet bubble.
“Tim!” Flattery called. 'T'he three men came to the
His voice boomed from the inner locks and the back
suit amplifiers, echoed with a passage beneath the primary
metallic ringing through the cold computer installation and up in-
air of the tank. to the shop. They slipped
“Something wrong with your through, sealed the hatch.
suit receiver?” Flattery asked, Bickel threw back his helmet.
stopping in front of Timberlake. Flattery and Timberlake did
Timberlake looked down at the same. Bickel already was
the command set near his chin, loosening his glove seals.
saw that its circuit indicator light Timberlake stared at Flattery,
was dark. watching the way the man stud-
I left it off, Timberlake ied the jutting boxes and angles,
thought. Never even thought of the interwoven leads of the Ox.
turning it on. Why'd I do that? “Infinite counting net?” Flat-
Flattery studied Timberlake tery asked.
carefully. Themotions man’s “Why not?” Bickel asked.
when first seen across the tank “You have it. Yqu can count be-
had indicated nothing seriously yond the number of your own
wrong. He moved. He seemed total nerve supply. The Ox has
aware of his surroundings. to do the same.”
“You feel all right, Tim?” “You know the danger,” Flat-
Flattery asked. tery said.
“Sure. Sure ... I feel all “Some of the danger,” Bickel
right.” admitted.
Like three wishes, Timberlake “This ship could be one gigan-
thought. Like the three S’ s of tic sensory surface,” Flattery
our school joke: Security, Sleep said. “It’s receptors could achieve
and Sex. combinations unknown to us,
Something touched his shoul- could contact energy sources un-
der, and he realized he had heard known to us.”
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I 67
—
“Is that one of the theories?” “I’m ready for another full
Bickel asked. shift,”Timberlake said.
Flattery took a step closer to “This thing’s too simple yet to
the Ox construction. even approach full conscious-
“Before you do anything de- ness,” Bickel said. “Most of the
structive,” Bickel said, and he ship’s sensors bypass the Ox cir-
nodded toward the patterned cuits. Robox controls aren’t con-
confusion clinging to the com- nected and it has no . .
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from Sunday,” Bickel said. "I’ve There’s what’s eating him,
already started the buffering.” Bickel thought. He’s obviously
“What if it develops that it’s the one charged with seeing we
fatal to go to Tau Ceti?” Flattery don’t loose a killer machine in
asked. the universe. Homeostasis for a
Why is he quibbling? Bickel race can be different from the
wondered. Surely, he knows the balance needed to keep an indi-
answer to that. vidual alive. But we’re isolated
“A simple binary decision —
out here an entire race in a
solves that,” Bickel said. “We test tube.
give it a turn-back alternative.” “We’re talking about creating
“Ahhhhh,” Flattery said. “The a machine with a specific qual-
best of all possible moves, eh? ity,” Flattery said. “It has to op-
But we’re in the Queen’s croquet erate itself from the inside, by
game. You said it yourself. What probability, and can’t be con-
Ifthe Queen of Hearts changes trolled by determinations from
We’ve no Alice in this
the rules? the outside. We can’t determine
wonderland to haul us back.” everything it’s going to do.” He
A deliberately poor move raised a hand as Bickel started
somewhere along the line chang- to speak. “But we can determine
ing the theoretical structure of some of its emotions. What if it
the game, Bickel thought. That a actually cares about us? What if
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and the immediate weightless- as soon as she did, said; “We’ve
ness as the caged failsafe switch lost a section of outer shielding.”
disconnected the grav system. “And hull,” she said.
Bickel drifted toward the for- Bickel lay back, keyed the re-
ward end of the shop, caught a peater screen for monitoring the
stanchion, swung himself around sensors, began an analysis out-
and kicked off toward the Corn- ward into the indicated area,
central hatch. said: “You watch the board; I’ll
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!
72 GALAXY
remember only once before hav- “After you’ve had some rest,
—
ing been this tired after almost you can help me in the shop,”
five hours of surgery. Bickel said.
“On the count,” she said.
They shifted the big board,
“We’ve
dence
just decided,”
said, “just like that
— Pru-
she
”
and Flattery scanned the instru-
—
snapped her fingers “that you
ments, preparing to fit himself can go on stirring around in the
into the mood of the ship. computer like a wild man?”
And the Tin Egg does have her “For Christ’s sake!” Bickel
moods, Flattery thought. said. “Haven’t any of you real-
Sometimes, he felt as though ized yet we were supposed to use
the ship carried ghosts within it the computer as the basic ele-
—of the sixteen men killed by ment of attack?”
accident during the construction
on the moon, of umbilicus crew- around at them.
ickel stared
members killed by the ship’s pro- B Flattery busy on the board,
grammed savagery or perhaps — Timberlake half asleep sitting up
of the OMCs sacrificed on this at his couch, Prudence glaring
altar. at him from her couch.
Did those bodiless brains have “That’s no ordinary comput-
souls? Flattery wondered. For er,” Bickel said. “It has elements
that matter — it we breathe con- we don’t even suspect. It was
sciousness into machinery,
this hooked up with an Organic Men-
will our creation have a soul? tal Core for almost six years
“Have the automatics finished during the construction and pro-
sealing the break?” Bickel asked. gramming of the ship. It has buf-
“All sealed,” Flattery said. And fers and leads and cross ties that
he wondered: When will the itsown designers may not even
rogue consciousness hit us again? know about!”
“What was in Stores Four?” “Are you suggesting it’s al-
Prudence asked. “What’d we ready conscious?” Prudence
lose?” asked.
“Food concentrates,” Bickel “No, I’m not suggesting it’s al-
•aid. “First thing I checked.” ready conscious. I’m suggesting
His tone said: “You had the that we’ve come a long way us-
watch; you should’ve checked.” ing that computer and our Ox
“Raj, do you want us to start frontal-lobe simulator. We’ve
sharing the watch and watch?” come farther than the UMB
Timberlake asked. “After I’ve project did in twenty years! And
had some rest . . we should go on with this. We’re
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cutting a straight line through genetic imprint that tells a chick-
all the . . en how to crack out of its shell.”
“There are no straight lines in “Emotions or what’s
instinct,
nature,” Flattery said. the difference?” Bickel asked.
Bickel sighed. What now? he “Emotions are produced by in-
wondered. stinct. Are you still saying we
“If you’ve got something to can’t bring the Ox to conscious-
say, spit it out,” Bickel said. ness unless it has instincts cum
“Consciousness is a type of be- emotions?”
havior,” Flattery said. “Agreed?” “You know what I’m saying,”
“Agreed.” Flattery said.
“But the roots of our behavior “It has to love us,” Bickel
are buried so far away in the said. He chewed at his upper lip,
past we can’t get at them direct- caught again by the beautiful
ly-” simplicity of the suggestion. Flat-
“Emotion again, eh?” Bickel tery was right, of course. Here
demanded. was a loose rein that could satis-
“No,” Flattery said. fy the failsafe requirements. It
“Instinct,” Prudence said. controlled without galling.
Flattery nodded. “The kind of “It has to have an autonomic
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system of emotional reactions,” really be objective about. What
Flattery said. “The system has does the body . . .
Emotion, Bickel thought. How mit him to deny this. She looked
do we symbolize it and program at Bickel, seeing the filrned-over,
for it? What does the body do? withdrawn look in his eyes.
We’re inside, in direct contact “Pleasure and pain,” Bickel
with whatever the body’s doing. muttered. He focused on Pru-
That’s the only thing we can dence, the sleeping Timberlake,
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, —
on Flattery —each in turn. Did marionette toys. The way out was
they see that the Ox had to be so clear to him. He’d only hinted
able to reproduce too?
itself, at it before. So clear. He could
Prudence felt her pulse quick- see the necessary schematics
ening, tore her attention away stacked in his mind, like trans-
from Bickel. She put a hand to parencies piled one on another.
her temple, checked the pulse Four dimensional construction,
there, related this to her quick- he reminded himself. We have
ened breathing, to body temper- to construct a net in depth that
ature, hungers, to stage of
to contains complex world-line
fatigue and awareness. The sero- tracks. It has to absorb non- syn-
tonin/adrenalin she’d been fed in chronous transmissions. It has to
hyb was giving her an acute abstract discrete patterns out of
awareness of her bodily func- the impulse oversend. The im-
tions, and that awareness told —
portant thing is structure not
her she needed chemical read- the material. The important
justment. thing is topology. Thafs the key
“Well, Raj?” Bickel said. to the whole damn’ problem!
I must compose myself Flat- “Prue, get us some food and
tery thought, turning back onto coffee,” Bickel said. He glanced
his couch. I must appear natural at the chronometer beside the
and calm. He
kept his eyes away Com-central board, looked at
from the panel on his re-
false Timberlake. Let him sleep.
peater board. Bickel was grow- Thinking within this frame-
ing exceedingly alert to the tin- work, Bickel saw, put him on a
iest clues. Flattery marked the threshhold. A certain pressure
quiet green of the flashboard, the here, a certain application of en-
ticking of relays through the ergy there, and he knew he would
graph counters. Everything of be projected into a consciousness
the ship feltsoothing and ordin- that he had never before exper-
—
ary all systems functioning. ienced.
Yet, deep inside himself, Flat- The realization inspired fear
tery felt knotted up, like an an- and awe at the same time it
imal poised at the sound of the lured him. He turned to Flattery.
hunter. “Raj,” he said. “We’re not con-
Bickel felt elation, a break- scious.”
through in some inner factor that “What? Huh?” It was Timber-
had resisted him. The ship its — lake rousing out of his sleep,
living organisms, its problems rubbing his eyes, staring straight
all were like marionettes and out at Bickel.
76 GALAXY
—
Bickel at work there, felt the ship total ship tended to settle into a
assume a curious identity in his uniform distribution of its ener-
mind. gies.
Flattery felt as though he and As far as the ship is concerned,
the other three crewmembers order is more natural than chaos,
were merely cells of a larger or- Flattery thought. But we’re play-
ganism—that the telltales, the ing the ship as though all its
dials and gauges and sensors, the parts were an orchestra and
omnipresent visual intercom Bickel the director. Bickel alone
that all these were senses and has the score to achieve the
nerves and organs of something music we want.
apart from himself. Consciousness.
“We are noi awake.”
We keep skirting that thought, CTphe identity that was the ship
Flattery reflected. —their Tin Egg — it lacked a
Bickel’s voice talking to Pru- certain integrating ability at the
dence in the shop “Here’s the
— moment. Instead of an efficient
main trunk to handle negative self-regulating force, the ship
feedback. Follow the color code was making do with the inade-
and tie it in across there. quate feedback system repre-
Here’s the damper circuit; We sented by four humans loosely
have to watch we don’t introduce connected to its ‘nervous system.’
reverberating cycles into the ran- That was one way of looking
dom neural paths.” at it.
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—
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acknowledge that transmission, “This thing . .
.”Bickel pointed
Raj.” to the Ox. “. . . has just demon-
Flattery nodded. strated threshhold control . . .
system more sensitive,” she said. Threshhold control does the tun-
“Maybe,” Bickel said. ing for this kind of comparison.”
“Was there nerve-net activity With precisely controlled mo-
accompanying that?” Flattery tions, Bickel returned to the cir-
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will praise thee; for I am fear- But the words had lost their
fullyand wonderfully made." power over him.
Have we betrayed God by There are no still waters here
making something fearful and . or green pastures, he thought.
. .
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you dreamed about was washed circuits,” Bickel said. “Prue,
air and a womb-like enclosed check the current drain.”
cell where you could divest your- “Normal,” she said. “It’s no
self of the damnable suit. This short circuit.”
was the true source of comfort “It isn’t conscious,” Flat-
. . .
from its rack. Oil on the head ment of silence, then: “Damn!”
could only fog a faceplate. You “What happened?” Prue de-
had to crop your hair short and manded.
keep down the natural oils with “It stopped,” Bickel said.
detergent. “What ... set it off?” Flattery
“The whole universe is a mat- asked.
ter of chemistry and mechanics, “I tied an inhibitor block into
of matter and energy,” he whis- one arm of a single nerve-net
pered. simulator and sent a test pattern
But only God was supposed to through it. The test evidently
have complete control of manip- set up a resonant pattern that
ulating the matter and energy. searched right through the Ox
We aren't gods, Flattery and into the computer net via
thought. We’re blaspheming by the monitor connections. That’s
trying to make a machine that when I started getting the self-
thinks of itself by itself. That programming reaction.”
is why 1 was set to watch over Prudence sighted along her
this mission. We blaspheme by moving it to trace a thick
finger,
trying to put a soul into a ma- color-coded connection that
chine. I should go down there looped down from the Ox. “The
now and smash the whole thing! monitor linkage goes only one
way into record-and-store,” she
(Crjaj!” It was Bickel’s voice said. “It’s buffered right there.”
booming from the inter- Bickel pulled the connection
com. she indicated.
Flatterylooked up at the “What’re you doing?” she
screen, his mouth suddenly dry. asked.
“I’m getting independent ac- “Disconnecting,” he said. “I’m
tion on the photosensory loops of going to get the pattern of the
the computer’s record-and-store experiment out of the memory
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banks and analyze it before pro- “If this thing takes off on its
ceeding.” Silence. own, we have no control over it,”
Flattery stared up at the screen Bickel said. “Raj is right”
with a feeling of horror. “Raj’s golem and monster hor-
If I destroy it now, he won- ror stories!” Timberlake said.
dered, will I be . killing . . .
. . “No,” Bickel said. “This thing
someone has new kinds of memories. They
have only the vaguest relation-
XII ship to human memories. But
—
memories, Tim the nerve nets
o outine sensor firings sent teH- —
stacked in psycho spaces they’re
tale lights flickering across the patterns that create behavior.
the computer wall. The passage What’s this thing going to do
of the lights produced a weird when we turn it on ... if we
shift in the shop’s illumination. don’t give it experiences of the
The curved bulkhead opposite kind the human race has sur-
the computer face reflected yel- vived?”
low, then green, now mauve . . . “You don’t know what the rac-
red. ial trauma are and that’s where
The color shift passed across you’re hung up.”
a chart in Timberlake’s hand as The voice was Flattery’s, and
he read it and compared the they looked up to the overhead
chart’s predictions with the read- screen to see him sitting still half-
ings in front of him. cocooned in his action couch and
The overhead screen showed rubbing sleep from his eyes. Be-
Prudence on Com-central about yond him, Prudence maintained
midway through her watch and her vigil at the big board as
Flattery in his action couch. though that were the only thing
Strange he wouldn’t take off concerning her.
for quarters,Timberlake thought. Bickel suppressed a feeling of
Bickel emerged from between irritation with Flattery, said:
the Ox’s two branchings just as “You’re the psychiatrist. Isn’t
a wash of green splashed down knowledge of trauma supposed to
on him from the wall. be one of your tools?”
“We’re missing something,” he “You’re asking about racial
muttered. trauma,” Flattery said. “We can
Timberlake wondered at the only guess at racial trauma.”
fear in Bickel’s voice, the way Flattery stared out of the
the man’s head turned from side screen at Bickel, thinking: John’s
to side like a caged animal. panicky. Why? Because the Ox
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suddenly started acting on its vious: We can’t do this. We don’t
own? know all our own instincts. We
can’t sort the shadows and reflec-
( 4TI7 e have to bring this thing tions out of our history.”
into being,” Bickel said, “We can sort out some of
looking at the Ox. “But we can’t them,” Bickel insisted. “We have
be sure what it is. This is the ul- an instinct to win ... to sur-
. . .
timate stranger. It can’t be like vive for .” He wet his lips with
. .
one of us. And if it’s different his tongue, looked around at the
. . . yet alive and aware of its computer wall.
aliveness . .
.” “Perhaps that’s only hubris,”
“So you start casting around Flattery said. “Maybe this is just
in your mind for ways to make monkey curiosity and we won’t
it more like us,” Flattery said. be satisfied until we’ve been
Bickel nodded. creators the way God’s a creator.
“And you think we’re the But then it may be too late to
products of our racial and per- turn back.”
sonal trauma?” Flattery asked. As though he hadn’t heard,
“You don’t think consciousness is Bickel said: “And there’s the
the apparent effect of a recep- killer instinct. That one goes
tor?” right down into the slime where
“Dammit, Raj !” Bickel it was kill or be killed. You can
snapped. “We’re within a short see the other side of it all the
leap of solving this thing! Can’t time in our instinct to play it
”
you feel that?” safe ... to ‘be practical.’
“But you wonder,” Flattery He has done something secret,
said, “are we making a creature Flattery thought. What has Bick-
that’ll be invulnerable ... at el done? He has done something
least invulnerable to us?” he’s afraid of.
Bickel swallowed. “And guilt feelings are grafted
“You think,” Flattery said, right onto that killer instinct,”
“this beast we’re creating has no Bickel said. “That’s the buffer . .
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base sequence, she knew, and in- In a low voice, Prudence said:
to the area where knowledge of “I did it I fed a question into
protein structure itself was only the computer.”
theoretical code. But if the com- “What question?” Bickel de-
puter gave her an answer that manded. He pointed to a large
could be translated into a phys- meter above him. “Look at that
ical function, she knew she could current drain! I’ve never seen
explore the answer through new anything like it.”
experiments on her own body. “I traced out sixty-eight se-
“Bickel, whatVe you done?” quential steps of Fourth order
Flattery demanded. bio-chemical configuration,” Pru-
Prudence looked up from her dence said. “I programmed it
console, saw Flattery, his shoul- as a comparator of optical isom-
ders tensed as though about to ers as a first step in trying to de-
leap, staring into the screen tect where and how our instincts
tuned to the shop. The screen re- are imprinted on us.”
vealed Bickel and Timberlake, “It’s gone into tire monitor
their backs turned, staring at the banks,” Bickel said, nodding at
computer wall and the blocks- a new play of lights on the wall.
and- angles contortion that was “We’re getting multi-track rein-
the Ox. forcement . .
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—
“It’s talking it over with you,” puter wall where lights were
Bickel said.asking your “It’s winking out, leaving only that
opinion. Cut
on it and elimin-
in somnolent play of telltales
ate the obvious dead ends as you green . . . mauve . . . gold . . .
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She jerked upright, met his XIII
gaze, said:“An enzyme involved
in the physiology of sex and Qlowly, Bickel turned, looked
awakening.” She turned away, M through the screen at the
thinking: Sex and awakening. big laser-pulsed autolog in Corn-
“Is that what anti-S suppress- central recording the passage of
es?” Bickel asked. Earth-Time. It recorded eighteen
“Not directly,” Timberlake weeks, twenty-one hours and
said. “A-S works primarily on twenty-nine seconds. It clicked
serum phenol sulfa tase discrim- over another minute as he
ination, inhibits transfer and watched it.
action.” For most of those pulse-count-
Timberlake, the life-systems ed minutes, Bickel thought, the
specialist, the biophysicist, would Tin Eggs crew had been under
see it, too, Flattery thought. the pressures of a ship in peril.
Flattery looked into the screen, The danger was real, no matter
seeing Bickel standing there so its source or intent; he had only
silent and thoughtful, feeling a to study the report on damage
sudden pity for the man. Such a accretion to confirm this. But
simple fact: awakening and sex the pressure on the umbilicus
are tied together. crew had started with the loss of
Prudence, reviewing the experi- the Organic Mental Cores. The
ments on her own body, kept her pressure had started when they
face turned toward the big con- were no longer shielded by an-
trol board, studied it without other consciousness.
really seeing it. The ship could For the first time, Bickel
have gone into wild gyrations at turned his thoughts onto the con-
the moment and she would have cept of consciousness as a shield
been seconds responding. As she —a way of protecting its posses-
had looked at Flattery, she had sor from the shocks of the un-
seen what he was thinking as known. It was an “I can do any-
though there were words written thing!” answer hurled at a uni-
on his forehead. verse that threatened you with
Consciousness linked to repro- everything.
duction. He lowered his attention to
There was no doubt of it: both Flattery who still sat himself co-
came out of same genetic
the cooned in the action couch, see-
well. History had washed them in ing the sense of defeat in the
the same waters, transferring the curve of the man’s shoulders and
needs of one to the other. the set of his face.
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Why is he so quick to accept cept for some of the more grossly
defeat? Bickel wondered. It’s al- apparent characteristics of acid
most as though Raj wanted de- —
phosphatase and perhaps nega-
feat. tive data about her biochemist-
The answer came to him on the ry-
heels of the question: If you’re It’ll kill to get information,
pro ammed for destruction, you Bickel thought. It has an ability
hav a need for destruction. With of sorts to accept motivation . . .
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91
two o’clock on his right. Tube and back you up?” Prudence
eight, ring K. The number asked.
checked. The failure would be at “I don’t need anyone to hold
the five-line up there. He stared my hand!” Flattery snapped, and
into the pale gray metal gap il- he wondered at the sudden anger
luminated by cold light. A green he’d thrown into that rejection.
guide beam beckoned in the tube. “You’re at station Two,” Pru-
Pruts remembered to set the dence said. “There’s video on
guide beam, he thought. Two. Check.”
He took the repair dolly in his Flattery glanced up at the ring
left hand, made the low-grav of sensors on the tube, saw the
leap across to the tube and caught one circled with yellow for video,
its access rung. He pushed the waved at it as he passed.
dolly ahead of him, setting its The robox-R’s imprinted track
sensors on the printed track, fed curved slightly up the tube side
it low power to pull him into the to clear the base bulge for the
tube. next automatic lock. He went
The auto lock’s sphincter through, looked back as the
closed behind him. He suddenly transparent shutters squeezed
remembered Anderson strangled closed behind him. The ship’s
in a rogue sphincter . . . but of core felt so far away back there.
course that was no problem now He looked forward, letting the
. with all the OMCs dead. The
. . robox unit tow him with its faint
fact that one of the crew had to hissing growl, letting the loneli-
come out here and make this re- ness seep through him. With an
pair meant the dangers were of OMC in control, an automatic
—
another sort rogue conscious- robox repair unit could have been
ness. sent on thislittle chore. Mobility,
“Something wrong?” Prudence that was the problem. Where
asked, her voice filling his hel- there were fixed automatic repair
met. units —
along the outer hull and
She saw the telltales stop here. at the major bulkhead locks, at
Flattery thought. the baffles and core-integrity
It gave him a feeling of reas- barriers —
the ship took care of it-
surance that she was so alert to self with only a lit” ’ help from
his —
movements or lack of its crew.But let a little thing
movements. like this come up where you need-
“Nothing wrong; just being ed mobility and a decision factor.
cautious,” Flattery said. Then one of the crew had to risk
“You want Tim to come out himself.
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Flattery cursed the Tin Egg’s “The things been plugged with
designers then. Hate poured out foam anyway!” Flattery said, un-
of him. He knew why they had able to hide the angry irritation
—
done this the “planned incre- in his voice.
ment of frustration” they called Prudence said: “John, I’m get-
it. The ship’s designers didn’t ting a demand drain on the com-
have to experience the frustra- puter. Is it something you’re do-
tion. ing?”
He was at station Four now, “Nothing,” Bickel said.
coming up on Five. Flattery turned his head in
“Station Five coming up,” he the helmet. Bickel’s voice had
said. “Hey!” He cut the power on come in faintly as a pickup
the robox, braked himself against through Corn-central. Action in
the station’s ring, stared up at the the computer! Flattery forced
overhead arc of sensors. himself to act calmly, removed a
replacement sensor from his ro-
A neat, shiny hole plugged with box unit’s parts compartment,
gray foam-coagulant occu- checked it. The thing was about
pied the position where the three inches in diameter contain-
multi-sensor had been. The yel- ing a warp-type thermal detec-
low-green-red code rings on the tor, standard vid-eye pickups like
tube around the hole had not tiny jewels on its face, and three
been touched. He swung his gaze gridded ducts leading in to the
around the tube and the other membrance of the audio unit.
sensors. All appeared to be func- Out of the corner of one eye.
tioning. Flattery detected movement up
Flattery thought then of the the tube. He jerked upright,
island onPuget Sound sensors — banged his head against the hel-
missing mysteriously person-
. . . met liner, stared up toward sta-
nel missing. He felt cold sweat tion Six’.
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ty o£ Com-central’s controls over “It’s right in front of me,” Flat-
the robox series would account tery said.
for the unit’s erratic behavior. He watched it, fascinated. A
“You bringing another robox tool arm extended with an empty
in here, Prue?” Flattery asked. sensor socket, reached toward the
“No,” she said. “Why?” foam-plugged hole, retreated. A
“There’s another robox-R com- claw arm came up next. It probed
ing down on this station.” the foam, drew back with a swift-
As he watched, the thing lost ness that startled Flattery.
the tape track, relocated it. “What’s it doing?” Prudence
“There can’t be!” she said. asked.
“Nothing at all shows on my “I’m not sure. It seems to be
board.” looking over the damage. Its vid-
The thing stopped across the eyes are turned toward the hole.
sensor ring from Flattery, An It acts like it can’t decide which
augur extension jerked away tool to use.”
from its side, reached toward the “What can’t decide?” That was
foam-plugged hole, withdrew. Timberlake, his voice faint over
“Who’s controlling that thing?” the Corn-central relay from the
Flattery demanded. shop.
“Not from here,” Prudence “Try fixing the sensor your-
said. “Andcan see both Tim
I self,” Bickel said.
and John. They’re not control- Flattery swallowed in a dry
ling it.” throat. He lifted a feeler with a
“You still getting drain on the guide eye from the tool pouch
computer?” Flattery whispered. on his own robox, probed into
“Yes.” the foam plug looking for the
“Is the . . . Ox active?” Flat- leads from the conduit.
tery asked.
“Only the original circuits,” fnstantly a whip-like extension
Bickel said. “Through the AAT A shot out of the other robox,
bypass. The new doubled units trapped his arm, jerked it away.
haven’t been connected.” The pain in his arm where the
“There can’t be another Robox thing had clamped on it was
in that area,” Prudence said. “We sharp and shocking. He dropped
haven’t put any of the damn’ the tool, yelled.
things on automatic. There’s “What’s wrong?” Prudence de-
nothing showing on my board. manded.
The remotes would take a day The whip-like extension slowly
and a half at least to . . unwound, released his arm.
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"The thing grabbed me,” Flat- computer,” she said. “You should
tery said. His voice was shaky be registering it”
with pain and surprise. “It used “Negative,” Bickel said.
its circuit probe . grabbed my
. . “It just fitted the new socket
arm.” and sensor into the hole,” Flat-
“It won’t let you make the re- tery said.
pair?” That was Bickel, his voice “It brought the correct spare
coming in loud over the helmet parts?” Bickel asked.
system, indicating he’d plugged “It took the sensor I brought,”
into the command circuit from Flattery said.
the shop. “It just took it from you?”
“Doesn’t look like it will,” Flat- Prudence asked.
tery said. And he wondered Why : “That’s right.”
doesn’t one ot us say what this “Prue, that test pulse is
test pulse. Are you still showing reached toward the sensor,
current drain in there? I don’t touched it.
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I 95
joltingshock and Flattery stared There’s not even pulse resonance
wide-eyed at the stump of the in any of the loops to hint at the
probe in his hand. The severed source of control.”
end drifted upward along the “I can’t stay out here forever,”
tube, tumbling from the force of Flattery whispered hoarsely, his
fee blow. mouth dry.
“What’s showing on the me-
( TTZ" eeerist!” That was Tim- ters, Prue?” Bickel asked.
^ berlake, proving they had “Still getting computer drain
fee shop’s screen switched to . . . and that pulse.”
this circuit and were watching. “Raj has been outside the
spoke in
Flattery swallowed, shields for sixteen minutes,”
a muffled voice: “If thafd been Timberlake said. “Prue, what’s
my arm. .” . the radiation tolerance level for
He stared at the other robox. his area?”
It sat there, quiescent, its vid- She crossed the comparison
eyes pointed toward him. lines against the time gauge on
We’re playing with fire, Flat- her main board scope, read the
tery thought. We don’t know difference. “He should be back
whafs guiding that robox. It inside the shield lock within thir-
could be a repair program we’ve ty-eight minutes.”
accidentally activated. It could Movement up the tube caught
be something the Tin Eggs de- Flattery’s attention. The end of
signers built into the ship. the radiation probe. It had reach-
“You’d better get out of there, ed the top of its energy curve,
Raj,” Prudence said. was beginning to fall back down
“No, wait!” Bickel said. “Raj, toward the grav center in the
don’t move. You hear me?” core of the ship. As the severed
“I hear you,” Flattery said. end of the tool neared the other
He stared at the robox, realizing robox, the tip of one of its sen-
the thing could cut him in half sor arms — just the tip — turned
with one blow from that whip- to track the passage.
ping circuit probe. That minimal activity, that
The sound of distant activity watchfulness, filled Flattery with
came through the helmet phones greater dread than if the robox
to Flattery. had attacked the length of tool
“I should have the full compu- and torn it apart. There was a
ter showing here,” Bickel said, sense of waiting about the thing
“but I can’t find that damn’ ro- — of waiting and gathering in-
box anywhere on my board. formation.
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"Raj.” It was Bickel’s voice. Tie stared at the other robox.
"Yes?” There was the thing that
“Isthere any information in gave the computer mobility —
the computer —
even a hint — the thousands of special-function
that you might destroy it?” utility robox units throughout the
Did he send me out here to ship . even the one under his
. .
The first lock passed his eyes. command.’ It was the coded or-
It had opened! der he had both dreaded and al-
But the lock’s transparent most longed for —
the ‘kill ship’
leaves remained open after his command.
passage and that ambient robox
was following, hesitantly at first, TT'lattery felt his body knotted
then faster. by frustration. Here he was
The A A T klaxon blared in out beyond the shields of the
Flattery’s helmet, transmitted core. He had been conditioned
through the open net from Corn- to accept this order and execute
central. it, sacrificing himself for the pro-
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tection of the race. At this point, Timberlake moved in front of
he couldn’t muddy his mind with him, cutting off the view of the
fanaticism. He knew the dangers robox. Flattery backed down
to the human race from a run- through the lock’s baffle angle,
away mechanical consciousness Timberlake following. The hatch
that nobody could . . . was closed. Timberlake dogged
A escaped him as some-
yell it, tamed.
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down beside him, thumbed the “No, sir, Raj. You know what’s
command circuit switch beneath out there jamming that hatch as
his helmet. “John.” well as I do. Another robox unit
“John’s temporarily off the cir- or two or four or fifty. You had
cuit,” Prudence said. “You’re out the right idea the first time. Let
of danger immediate danger?”
. . . Bickel .”
. .
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berlake said. “But he won’t be. had to be made to try to cut
He’s going to get the shot effect them out of here! “Structure’s
through that generator’s field — vital to the mechanical origins
attenuated, buffered.” — teeth, jaw muscles, digestive
“Do you know what’s in my system and so on. The evidence
quarters?” Flattery asked. says humans are descended from
“A snooping device of some carnivores. And he insists a killer
kind,” Timberlake said. “I’ve instinct is an absolute necessity
seen the clues on the meters.” for a carnivore.”
“A field sorter,” Flattery said. “Are you saying a killer in-
“It’s tuned to the computer, stinct is a necessary preliminary
gated for output. If Bickel takes to consciousness?”
out those gate circuits .” . . “Bickel’s saying that! I’m
“And he will,” Timberlake not.”
said. “Now sit down and be quiet. “Ahhh . . . you’re making this
It’s our only chance.” up.”
Flattery glared at him. “If “Give me that torch.”
Bickel turns that mechanical “No.” Timberlake shook his
monster loose it could wipe out head.
the Earth!” “I’m going to take that torch
“Why don’t you try ghost if I have to kill you to get it,”
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101
Flattery had stepped back- solved into writhing atoms, drew
ward. He felt nausea, extreme a new pattern like the outline of
chill, a shaking in the calves of a great river with its watershed.
his legs and in his shoulders.
Half-screened thoughts flitted lattery opened his eyes to find
about on the edge of his aware-
ness.
F the interior of this metal trap
where he stood with Timberlake
I’m avoiding something, he washed in golden light glar-—
thought. Hiding my awareness ing, yet soft.
from something . . . that . . . Timberlake seemed unaware
frightens . . . of the light, frozen in some pri-
“What’s wrong with you, vate instant.
Raj?” Timberlake demanded, And Flattery found himself
and there was sudden concern in caught by the wonder of that
his voice. revelation —
a great river and
Flattery put out a hand, its watershed.
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And Flattery held himself in that trapped him with Timber-
this supraliminal awareness, lake was only that —
a room of
staring now Tim-
at Timberlake. too solid walls, too small, its light
berlake appeared to him . . , too' cold, and the air his suit pro-
somehow dead. He moved, but vided was too charged with the
his eyes behind the faceplate omnipresent stinks of recycling.
were like holes in skull sockets.
Each movement was the stick- UD aj, you’ve got to control
shaped articulation of a skeleton. ^-yourself,” Timberlake said.
Remembering Prudence and He took a deep breath, feeling
Bickel — Flattery felt they the tightness in his chest. He felt
shared this deadness: eyes emp- faintly ill, his fear at their help-
ty of life. Their breasts had lessness compounded by Flat-
moved with breathing, but the tery’s near panic. He and Flat-
labored irregularity of that mo- tery were as trapped here as that
tion contained the same pattern cow embryo had been. Timber-
(differing only in degree) as the lake knew it.
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dissipated in the Time void. Ox-cum-computer. Would the
There could be nothing private Ox be like Bickel, then? No . . .
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A moebius twist permitted hu- The sacred graphic imprinted
mans to manipulate this infinite on the bulkhead in front of the
array in four dimensions. couch drew his attention. It was
It was as though consciousness a compelling thing in pastel
were a valve whose function was shades of blue, red and gold with
to simplify. All the complexities a dark and wavy hypnotic over-
had to flow through it and be re- print suggesting faces out of
duced to an orderly alignment. dreams.
Energy flowed into the system Bickel tore his attention from
at all times —
enormous amounts the graphic, studied the room’s
of energy —
sufficient to over- electronic equipment. The cub-
load a conventional four-dimen- by’s installations contained a sur-
sional system. prise, and Bickel examined it
Overload - overload - overload! carefully. No doubt about it —
Down it poured through the the thing like a stiffened net that
valve of consciousness. As the swung out over the couch from
load increased, the valve could the side bulkhead bed impulses
deflect it . . . or expand to re- to a weaker, but more sophisti-
ceive it. cated version of the field genera-
Timberlake felt that he moved tor/sorter he had designed for
up through enormous layers of the black box-white box trans-
fog — layer upon layer upon fer. He traced the leads, found
layer — he reached a place
until another surprise: the thing had
of clarity and balance. been gated for oneway opera-
/ am awake he thought
,
tion. It impressed its field re-
flections onto the cubby’s oc-
XIV cupant, but nothing of the occu-
pant returned to the ship sys-
lattery’s personal cubby was tem.
F enough like his
Bickel a sense of familiarity, but
own to give Bickel absorbed the implica-
tions of the device, nodded slow-
sufficiently different to fill him ly-
with disquiet. The life system Presently, he stretched out on
ducts appeared conventional — the couch, ran a short test on the
a breather grid with its cap swung generator, swinging the controls
aside and the tube and mask close, keeping his eyes on the
clipped in their racks, the dome gauges and the half-curve of the
of repeater gauges above the ac- net-grid which swung down on
tion couch, atmosphere samplers its rack to a position about ten
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It took a few seconds for the hand slam out and open a panel
generator’s field to build up, then concealed by the lines of the re-
he felt a curious sense of watch- ligious graphic on Flattery’s bulk-
fulness —
an observing-without- head. Behind the panel lay a
emotion. was like a waking
It trigger, red and ominous. Bickel
dream. He thought immediately found himself barely able to with-
of reflector. Like a mirror in an hold his hand from that trigger.
angle of a hall to reveal people He slapped his left hand against
around a hidden corner —
a one- the cut-off switch beside the
way mirror that revealed only couch, felt the generator’s field
that alert watchfulness. whine down to silence.
He saw at once that this in- Still his fingers itched to push
stallation gave a sensitized per- that red trigger.
son the mood of the ship’s com- He realized then how deeply
puter. Project had infected this ship
He felt a vague sensation as with self-destruction failsafe de-
though his viscera had been ex- vices. He had been conditioned
changed for great baths of mer- for the job . . . and doubtless all
cury, for discs and spools and the other crew members, too.
tapes and print drums, that his Then how could I resist the
nerve ends had been transmuted conditioning? he wondered.
into thousands of delicate sensors The implications filtered slow-
reaching into strange dimensions. and he
ly through his awareness
But it was yet a dream. The saw that he had been existing
great creature of wires and pseu- fordays on a threshhold above
do-neurons, not fully awake to it- his reflexes, permitting some, in-
self, lay watchful and alert but hibiting others poised and —
with its full potential still held in waiting. For something.
. . .
The work went rapidly: clip- I’m sorry, but I got no response
in, test: clip-in, test. from two hyb tank units. I think
Now, he took the constant-en- it may’ve killed two colonists the
ergy source : a single plastic- way it did with the embryo. It’s
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107
stand? The air we breathe, the cations circuits, pulse in the Ox,
reclamation systems, robox units, low energy drain to the com-
any sharp edge with poison on puter.
it anything.”
. . . To kill.
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.
DO WAKE OR DREAM?
I Ill
through a memory bank auxil- light that grew dimmer and dim-
iary while it gathered in the nec- mer, changing color as it went.
essary data, become a reflexive It started almost violet, some-
pulse in control loops. where around 4,000 angstrom
The robox at the inner hatch units, and traced a continuous
whirled the dogs, opened the wave shift until it flickered out
hatch and scurried aside. at the red end.
“Raj,” he whispered. “Corn- In the instant before uncon-
central . quick
. . Prue. . . . . . sciousness, Bickel wondered if he
help.” could be dying, and he thought:
He sensed the amplified whis- Red shift ! Awareness fades like
per booming out through the the red shift.
memory bank and the vocoder
loops, become a roaring hiss in XV
the lock.
Flattery was already out the omewhere in his own con-
hatch heading down tube toward S sciousness, Flattery felt, an
Corn-central. accumulation of answer-bits had
Bickel felt himself fading. His poured out of their storage cir-
awareness was a brilliant point of cuits, fed into an analyzer
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XOWtfTA 6r
punched for decode and pro- Flattery opened it, slipped
duced a terrible answer. through. His mind raced. Kill the
The ship had to be destroyed ship now? Destroy this wild ge-
—and all its occupants with it. nie they had created? Timberlake
As the lock hatch swung open, mustn’t suspect and try to stop
that one thought dominated him. me.
He hurled himself through the I must act normal, Flattery
hatchway and down the tube. thought. I must wait my moment.
Timberlake was close behind. Prudence lay on the deck half
“You see that robox?” Tim- way between hatch and couch.
berlake panted. “What made it Flattery knelt beside her, be-
open up?” coming totally physician for the
Flattery sped on without an- necessities of this moment.
swering. Pulse thin, ragged. Lips cyanic.
“That voice,” Timberlake said. Liver spots at her neck where it
“Was that Bickel, that voice? showed within the edge of the
Sounded like Bickel.” helmet seal. He loosed the hinged
They were at the Y-branch helmet from the back of her neck,
leading down to Com- central pressed a hand there. Skin clam-
now, then at the hatch. my.
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1 113
Did she think she was fooling He could feel his own hairline
me? he wondered. She went off awareness of every control and
the A-S and was experimenting instrument, his consciousness
on her own body. Medical stores keyed up by necessity. The in-
showed a gradual depletion of terrelation of every device in this
serotonin and adrenalin fractions. room and throughout the ship
Flattery thought of the neuro- was like a complicated ballet, a
reguiatory shifts, the psychic pattern growing simpler and
aches that would arise from man- simpler in his mind even through
ipulating body chemistry in this its slowness.
fashion. Prue’s moods and Timberlake made a delicate
strange behavior became clearer adjustment in hull-shield con-
to him. trol, saw the resultant temper-
He stood up, retrieved the ature change register on his in-
emergency medical pack from its struments as a power shift in the
clips on the bulkhead, saw that radiation-cell accumulators, a
Timberlake had taken over on miniscule shift of weight in the
the big board. ship-as-a-whole brought about by
What difference does it make adjustment in mass-temperature-
if 1 save her? Flattery asked proton balance.
himself. But he returned his at- But how slow it was.
tention once more to the coma- And growing slower.
tose woman, began ministering Timberlake swung his com-
to her. He
kept on checking her puter board to his left side, keyed
condition he worked. No
as for diagnosis, got no response.
broken bones. No evidence of ex- Telltales were winking out on
ternal injury he could find the big board.
through her suit. With an increasing sense of
Timberlake had ignored Pru- frenzy, Timberlake fought to find
dence after the first glance. She the trouble.
was Flattery’s problem. He had Dead circuits.
darted across to his action couch, No answers.
shifted the big board, keyed first Keys on the main console be-
for open circuits. gan locking. No power in their
There was a sense of dullness circuits.
in the equipment. He had to wait The winked out. Ev-
last light
while servos hummed slowly ery key on the board was locked
about their work, while circuits tight, all the servos silent. There
balked and produced sluggish re- was no whisper of air circulation
sults. fans, no pulse of life to be felt in
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the ship. Slowly, Timberlake sense. We don't want to lose
swung his gaze to the right, star- our best people if the ship has
ing the hyb-tank repeaters.
at to be destroyed ... as the others
The lights were dead, but the were.”
physical analogue gauges still But if the ship died this way,
showed feeder fluids flowing in it might not leave its capsule rec-
the gross duct3 of the system. ord to help the ones who came
The hyb tank occupants were after .the next try.
. .
“What matter that you were He broke off as the hatch from
grown from selected cell cultures quarters slowly opened.
of select candidates? You are Bickel stumbled through it,
still —
humans completely. This would have fallen had he not
method is merely good common caught a stanchion. A charred
DO WAKE OR DREAM?
I 115
block of plastic slipped from his leads and in the timing circuits
hands, tumbled to the deck. He . . . tape spools twisted out of
ignored it, clung to the stanchion. line.
Flattery studied him. Bickel’s Slowly, it came to him: some-
eyes looked like two pits with thing had altered the power to
dark smudges beneath them. His the motors and their syn-
. . .
Bickel shook his head, still un- stillness of the ship pressed at
able to speak. him as he moved.
The stillness of the ship had Raj ... Tim .. somebody .
116 GALAXY
Bickel found a husky half- ing. had to be handled so
It
whisper that would serve him as “But most of the energy
gently.
voice, rasped: “Tim.” transfersfor all the enormous
Timberlake looked at him. amount of data in the Ox-com-
Bickel nodded toward the en- puter is routed through master
DO WAKE OR DREAM?
I 117
effort and the urgency, but the urgent it had forced her to aban-
precise reason for abandoning don her post to go in search of
her post and rushing off to tell Bickel.
Bickel eluded her questing. Determinism at work in a sea
“We have to weed false infor- of indeterminism! And she held
mation out of our minds,” Bickel the mathematical key to the
said. “We’re assuming a totally problem. That was the train of
conscious robot, all of its activity thought. She had been trying
directed by consciousness. That to narrow down a new definition,
cannot be unless every action is mathematically stated, of quan-
monitored simultaneously.” tum probability. She had sensed
His words aroused a vague a three-dimensional grid forming
sense of anger in Prudence. He in her awareness and a probing
kept skirting the What was beam of consciousness focusing
that thought? into that grid.
“Would it have the illusion Grid, a given volume of space,
that it’s the center of the uni- dimensions x.y.z.
verse?” Timberlake asked. With the source of awareness,
“No.” Bickel shook his head, an invisible object (s) to find in
remembering: “The universe has time (0 for a given operation
no center.” That’s what it had within that volume.
said to him. Again, she felt that enormous
A moment of intense despair increment of consciousness and
overcame him. He felt like the memory of that sudden
groaning. —
knowledge she had pushed her
“Life as we know it,” Timber- body’s chemistry beyond a bal-
lake said, “started evolving some ance point. She remembered how
three thousand million years ago. the darkness had engulfed her
When it got to a certain point, just as the mathematical beauty,
then consciousness appeared. Be- the simplicity of the thought had
fore that, there was no conscious- spread itself out in her mind
ness ... at least in our life form.
Consciousness comes out of that ttTohn,” she said, “the Ox
unconscious sea of evolution.” He af the instrument of con-
isn’t
looked at Bickel. “It exists right sciousness; it’s the AAT, the
now immersed in that universal manipulator of symbols. The Ox
sea of unconsciousness.” circuits are merely something
As though Timberlake’s words this manipulator can use to stand
had released a dam, Prudence re- up tall, to know its own dimen-
membered the train of thought so sions. The Ox is the unconscious
118 GALAXY
component. A machine for trans- stead: gnome- wise face, eyes
ferring energy.” glittering, and that compelling
And, still within this height- voice saying: “What matters is
ened awareness, she explained the search itself. This is more im-
the mathematical clues that had portant than the searchers. Con-
led her to this point sciousness must dream, it must
“A matrix system,” Bickel said, have a dreaming ground and, —
remembering his own plunge into dreaming, must invoke ever new
this way of attacking the prob- dreams.”
lem and the blaze of conscious- “Knowledge is pitiless,” Bickel
ness that plunge had whipped up. said.
“And sub-matrices and sub-mat- Prudence ignored him, keeping
rices without end.” her attention on Flattery, aware
Flattery stood up, seeing where of the psychiatrist- chaplain’s
these thoughts must lead, dread- confusion. “Don’t you see it,
ing the moment of action to Raj?” she asked. “To separate
come. He looked down at Pru- subject from object there has
dence seated on the deck, seeing tobe a background of some kind.
her flushed cheeks, the glitter in You have to be able to see it
her eyes. against something. What’s the
“And where does this AAT background for consciousness?
cum Ox stand?” Flattery asked. Unconsciousness.”
“Have you thought of that?” “Zombies,” Bickel said. “Re-
Prudence met his stare, under- member, Raj? You called us
standing now why their hyb zombies. And why not? We’ve
tanks had been filled with col- existed for most of our lives in
onists. “The colonists,” she said, a state of light hypnosis.”
nodding. “A field of unconscious- Flattery knew Bickel had said
ness from which any unconscious something, but the words refused
can draw a — —
ground that sus- to link in any understandable
tains and buoys —and the sleep- form. It was as though Bickel
ing colonists provide it.” had said “Hop limbo promise
:
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I 121
on them? John’s black box-white “How long do we have, Raj?”
box transfer put his life his en- — Timberlake asked.
tire ancestry into the computer. “Perhaps ten minutes,” Flat-
Don’t you see that? Any of you?” tery said.
Prudence put a hand to her “And perhaps more,” Bickel
mouth. said.
Bickel saw alertness in Flat- “Don’t you think we should’ve
tery, the vital consciousness ex- tried to limp back to UMB?”
pressed in every movement, re- Prudence asked. “Awake as we
alized the death-conditioning ten- are now, the ship control neces
sions had pushed him over the sities would’ve been so much
threshhold into something near simpler.”
full potential. But the new argu- “Some fool would be certain
ment Flattery had produced stag- to play with this ship — just test-
gered Bickel. ing,” Flattery said. “And we
If we restore it .. . awaken it He gestured to include all four
. . . I’d be its unconscious, Bickel of them. “This potential we’ve
thought. I’d be its emotional discovered within ourselves
monitor, its id, its ego and its would’ve been engulfed on earth,
ancestors. He swallowed. And smothered, killed.” He shrugged.
Raj . . . “What are a few minutes or a
“Raj, don’t push that key,” few years more or less? I had a
Bickel said. responsibility and fulfilled it.”
. . .
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"It’s programmed to take us to pressed, the way humans re-
Tau Ceti,” Bickel said. pressed The ship had come to
it.
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I 123
dio pickup into the main input of drifting, a profound silence
channel. they felt extended throughout the
“You,” she said. ship.
She kept her hand on the Again, the vocoder came to
switch, the new sensitivity of her life, but softer: “Now, you will
skin reporting the molecular shift see on your screens a lateral
of metal in direct contact. view.”
They waited, knowing the out- The overhead screen and the
line of what was happening in- fore bulkhead screen came alight
side their robotic construction. with the identical scene: a view
That one word, internally power- of a solar system, planets picked
ed by programmed curiosity and out by the telltale red arrows of
self-preservation directives, was computer reference.
winding its way through the as- “Six planets,” Flattery whisp-
yet semi-conscious creation. Pres- ered. “Notice the pattern and —
ervation —
but there were many the sky beyond.”
kinds of preservation, many “You recognize it?” Timber-
things to preserve. lake asked.
But there was only one recep- “It’s the view the probes
tor upon which “You” could im- brought back,” Flattery said.
press itself. “The Tau Ceti system.”
Programs were firing, new “Why would it reproduce the
cross-links being created, com- probe view?” Prudence asked.
parisons and balances being “Prudence,” said the vocoder.
made. “This is not a probe view. These
Abruptly, the board in front of radiations are what I see . . .
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“You were to be conveyed safely nphe vocoder seemed to take
toTau Ceti. You have arrived at on a chiding tone: “My un-
Tau Ceti.” derstanding transcends all pos-
“Safely!” Flattery said. sibilities of this universe. I do
“There’s no place for us to land.” not need to know this universe
“An inconvenience, no more.” because I possess this universe
Every arrow but one on the as a direct experience.”
screen winked out. “Can’t you hear it?” Flattery
“This planet has been prepar- demanded.
ed for you,” said the vocoder. Bickel ignored the distraction,
Bickel glanced sideways at remembered that moment in the
Flattery, saw the psychiatrist- force of the field generator when
chaplain mopping brow.
his he had faltered and fallen back
“Something’s wrong,” Flattery from a transcendental awareness.
whispered. He had not possessed the capaci-
“Nothing can be wrong,” the ty. It was a built-in lack.
vocoder said. “You have but to He could only accept the ac-
look around you. You are safe.” complished fact because the evi-
The scene on the screens shift- dence was visible on the view-
ed. screen. They were coming down
“The fourth planet,” said the through clouds —
a meadow with
vocoder. “That which is prepared trees beyond it and a snow-
can be preserved.” capped mountain lifted in the
Flattery gripped Bickel’s arm. background.
“Can’t you hear it?” “You will the gravity
find
But Bickel was staring at the just a fraction less than that of
view on the fore screen —
a plan- Earth,” said the vocoder. “1 am
et growing larger, filling the now awakening the colonists in
screen a green planet with atmo-
: hybernation. Remain where you
sphere and clouds. are until all are awake. You
“How did we get here?” Bick- must be together when you make
el asked. “Is it possible for me your decision.”
to understand?” His voice rasping in a sudden-
“Your understanding is limit- ly dry throat, Bickel glanced up
ed,” said the vocoder. “Its sym- at the vocoder, said: “Decision?
bols that you have given me pos- What decision?”
sess strange variance with non- “Flattery knows,” said the vo-
symbolized reality.” coder. “You must decide how
“But you understand it,” Bick- you will worship Me.”
el said. — FRANK HERBERT
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PEEPING TOMMY
'Tommy Taylor? Oh, he’s com- had anything to do with his mis-
ing along fine. I visited him fortune! To tell the truth, we
just the other day. Had a long were dubious about letting him
talk with him. He’ll be as good join in the first place.We’re a
as new again as soon as they take pretty serious bunch, you know,
the bandages off. Funny, how an us fellows at the Yore. Each of us
expression can be born for the is a specialist in his own right and
wrong reason, and last for cen- not ordinarily inclined to bend el-
turies . . . bows with a layman, even a fil-
He quit the Club, you know. thy-rich layman who can speak
Said he didn’t want any part of six different languages. But, as
it any more. As though the Club Hogglewaite (he specializes in
Permian rocks) said, time-travel
costs like hell and we needed the U p until the time this awful
thing happened to him, he
money. was gone most of the time, ped-
And Tommy didn’t mind. Like aling back to every age you can
most playboy-inheritors of late- think of, and playing practical
twentieth century family fortun- jokes on this past person and
es, he throws $1,000 bills to the that. I’m not defending him when
winds like rain. Oh, we’re going I say that there are far worse
to miss him all right The more ways for a man to work off his
so because, contrary to our ex- frustrations, and I’m not being
pectations, he never played a callous either. No one can do
single one of his practical jokes anything in the past that, in one
on us. sense, he hasn’t done already . . .
Some men —
like myself, — he wants to or not. Tommy was
tape ancient battles. Some
live to merely fulfilling his destiny —
men —
old Hogglewaite, for that’s all. And basically that’s
instance — live to collect Perm- all anyone who ever pedals back
ian rocks. And some men — to the past is doing.
yourself, for instance — live to Anyway, most of Tommy’s
pick the brains of people like me capers were little more than mis-
while we’re on our coffee break chievous pranks, and did no real
so they can write technical arti- harm to anyone. Take the time
cles for the trade journals. But he went back to Charlestown of
Tommy Taylor lives to play the night of April 18th, 1775, and
practical jokes. Or at least that hid Paul Revere’s horse. Poor
was his purpose in life up until a Paul was half out of his mind
few weeks ago. till he found it, but no perman-
At first, he was content to play ent damage was done. He still
them on people in the present, made his historic ride. then And
and then it occurred to him how there was the time Tommy
put
much more fun —
and how much invisible ink in the Continental
easier —
it would be to play them Congress’ inkwell on the eve of
on people in the past. That was the signing of the Declaration of
when he joined the Yore Club Independence. John Hancock
and took out a two-year lease on was fit to be tied —
but again,
one of our time-bikes. (The lease no permanent damage was done.
has another two months.) The ruse was discovered (though
PEEPING TOMMY 127
not its author), the inkwell was from memory. Mill blamed his
emptied and refilled, and the his- housemaid, and so does history;
toric document was signed. but we at the Yore know better.
In addition to being a master Probably the most fiendish
of six languages, Tommy Taylor joke Tommy ever played, though,
was a master of disguise. If you was the one he played on King
don’t believe it, take a look at Solomon. On the eve of the
Brueghel the Elder’s “The Pea- Queen of Sheba’s arrival in Jeru-
sant Wedding” sometime. A good salem, Tommy got a job in the
reproduction will do. That’s right royal kitchen, and everyday for
— Tommy’s in it. He’s the musi- the duration of the Queen’s visit
cian in Red (did I mention he’s he slipped six grams of anti-aph-
an accomplished musician well, — rodisiac powder into the king’s
—
he is) the one who has the hun- daily cup of goat’s milk. I im-
gry look in his eyes and who agine it would come as some-
needs a shave. Brueghl recorded thing of a shock to Biblical scho-
him perfectly. Photographically, lars to know that the Song of
almost. Tommy loves to go to Songs is nothing more than a
weddings — or at least he did. wish-fulfillment reverie.
Weddings provide ideal situa- But Tommy’s activities in the
tions for practical jokes. past weren’t limited to playing
Some of his more malicious jokes. Not only was he a practical
capers, though, I can’t quite go joker, he was also a Peeping
along with, even though I realize Tom.
that basically he had no free will
in any of the things he did. Take ''“jp he one is a natural outgrowth
the innumerable times he told of the other, you see. You
Balzac’s creditors where Balzac can be present at the denoue-
was hiding, for instance. Or the ment of most jokes, but not all of
time when he intercepted the one them. Some of them you have to
and only letter that Dante wrote view from the outside, so to
to Beatrice (I guess we have speak.
Tommy to thank for The Divine You’ve probably guessed the
Comedy'). And then there was truth by now, but I’ll unveil it
the time he burned Carlyle’s first anyway: Tommy Taylor was the
draft of The French Revolution “tailor” who peeped —
and got
after John Stuart Mill finished blinded for it. But the incident
reading it. It was the only copy didn’t happen quite the way the
poor Carlyle had, and he had to legend would have you believe.
do the whole thing over again Legends are about as historically
128 GALAXY
accurate as old Biblical movies. Lady Godiva came riding by on
Tommy never dreamed the her white horse. When she did,
Coventry caper would backfire he threw open the shutters and
on him. The analogy between looked —
and she almost clawed
his surname and the occupation his eyes out.
of the legendary victim failed to Now wait a minute. Don’t jump
register on his mind, you see, and to conclusions. I didn’t say she
he took it for granted that he tried to claw his eyes out because
and the famous tailor were two he looked. I know as well as you
different people. So, figuring that do that she probably wanted
he was immune from harm, he someone to look. But Tommy
costumed himself to conform to Taylor, remember, was a practi-
the period, pedaled back to anci- cal joker first and a Peeping
ent Coventry, hid his time-bike, Tom second. Sure, he looked —
and, using his own name, rented But he also leaned out the win-
a room whose single window faced dow and, with a long pair of bar-
the narrowest street in town. ber’s shears, cut her hair off.
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Information
BY WILLY LEY
THE
GALACTIC GIANTS
F. G. Klopstock (1724-1803)
130
:
134 GALAXY
large as 200 million miles. But it tion and size, very many star*
may be a binary. Sergei Gaposch- succeed in retaining a secret,
kin has suggested that it might namely their mass and density.
be a system of two blue-white As a matter of fact there is no
supergiants eclipsing each other way of determining the mass of
during a 40-year period. It has a single star. Only if the star in
also been suggested that S Dora- question is a component of a
dus was, a comparatively short binary — or a multiple system
time ago, a double supernova — can we find itsmass by study-
which is now fading. ing the orbital paths followed by
If S Doradus is a single star the two stars. Of course in quite
and if it follows the rules derived a number of cases close guesses
from our “neighborhood stars”, can be made. If we have one
its the present rate
lifetime, at star where the mass could be
of energy expenditure, would be determined because it is a com-
only 3,000 years. ponent of a binary and we then
As far as the more luminous find another star of the same ab-
objects that have been dubbed solute magnitude and belonging
“quasars” — a contraction of the to the same (spectral) class, it
is meant to refer to mass, volume 1) The letters B.D. stand for Argelan-
der’s Bonner Darcbmusteruiig, the
or luminosity. “Bonn (stellar) Census/'
138 GALAXY
1/70, 000th of the sun and the a story that illustrates the op-
mass is l/12th of the mass of posite case, that of a man who
the sun. had and the right idea but
vision
who could not do anything with
The Original Inventor of Recording Tape. it because a needed invention or
140 GALAXY
most totally depraved way, with require an extensive research
nodal points just where they were program of several thousand sci-
not wanted.” entific man hours. Realizing this
The reason why Smith did not to some extent, he had decided
follow up on his own ideas was to publish his ideas, “hoping that
not just the “press of other work” some of the numerous experimen
as he had cited in the beginning. ters now working in this field
He had run into too many prac- may find a germ of good from
tical difficulties. He had develop- which something useful may
ed a machine for spinning dust grow.”
into a cotton thread, but had been The other experimenters did
unable to harden steel dust be- not pay any known attention to
cause of oxidation taking place Smith’s “germ”, either because
in the process. He had chopped they realized the magnitude of
up steel wire and found that a the job to be done or more —
piece of wire had to be three or probable —
because they were
four times as long as its dia- busy with projects of their own.
meter, or else the small pieces The first man who actually
would not become magnets, at built a recording device along
least in his own experiments. He the lines suggested by Smith was
had tried to find information on the Danish inventor Valdemar
very small magnets in contempo- Poulson who probably never saw
rary books, but such information Smith’s article. One of the rea-
either did not exist, or else it had sons for saying so is that Poulson
not been published in English. did use a steel wire. His instru-
He had approached other re- ment was called the “Telegraph-
searchers with his problem, ad- on” and it was one of the many
mitting his ignorance, but “had attractions of the Paris Exposi-
found an equal amount of ignor- tion of 1900. Among the impor-
ance in several well-known elec- tant men of the time who listen-
tricians.” ed to the inventor’s explanation
was old Emperor Franz Josef of
\ gain, from the vantage point Austria who then said into the
of three quarters of a cen- microphone “This new invention
:
went wrong. Oberlin Smith had thank you very much for its
what he considered to be an in- demonstration,” and then—
teresting and possibly workable listened to his own
voice. In all
idea. But it was far more than probability Franz Josef was as
that, it was a project that would surprised at the sound of his own
ceptable. He offered his inven- proof.” That was the request. The
tion, among others, to the A.E.G. chemists of the company felt that
(Allgemeine Electricitats-Gesel- the final request —
namely that
lschaft), the German counterpart the tape should be fireproof —
of General Electric. The research was unreasonable. They ignored
chiefs of the A.E.G. reacted pre- it and, in 1932, began to experi-
My Business
143
“Yes?” she almost stammered. apartment, were important assets
“State my business,” the man of the firm. Valuable business
demanded. had been brought in by a lot of
Miss Appleton recoiled. very peculiar people. Her job
“What?” was to pacify them; not to reason
“State my business,” the man why, or how they had come out
in the zebra-striped suit declared, of the broom closet.
“I must.” “Whom do you wish to see?”
“You just came out of the she asked, with her sweetest
broom closet,” Miss Appleton smile.
said firmly. “Ah, better is. Down to busi-
“Very interesting,” the zebra- ness we getting are. Proper per-
man affirmed. son you must direct me to. I am
“But there wasn’t anyone in representative (accredited), you
thebroom closet,” Miss Appleton are consultant. I am forty-four,
said, trying not to scream. you twenty-three are.”
“Not before,” the man con- “Twenty-two,” Miss Appleton
firmed, “after.” corrected without thinking.
“What?” Miss Appleton said, “For sure?” The man looked
repeating herself. surprised. “Of no great impor-
“Of course,” the man said. “Ob- tance is, but shocking mechanism
vious. Wrong tense. Not in be- error.”
fore. In after. I,” he announced Miss Appleton was losing the
proudly, “am forty-four.” thread of the conversation. She
“Oh,” Miss Appleton said fell back on: “Whom did you say
144 GALAXY
“Give me your name, and I’ll see great age.” He lunged. Miss Ap-
ifMr. Stretch will see you.” pleton ducked. The chair shot
“Done,” the zebra-man said out from under her and sped
gaily. “My name yours is.” He across the room, leaving Miss
made a grandiloquent gesture. Appleton on the floor. Praz set-
“Yes,” she said desperately, tled on top of her. “Veritable
“but what is the name?” rosebud,” he murmured in her
“Ah,” zebra-stripe said, ear. He kissed her passionately.
“Shakespeare. Famous quotation She tried topush him away, and
is. How fine that attracting wom- idiotically found herself thinking
an like you should also so intel- that his suit felt very warm to
ligent be.” He pulled a small the touch. He kissed her again.
white rectangle from a pocket in He seems to have had a lot of
his sleeve and handed it to her. practice, she reflected. The buzz-
It was a business card. Praz, it er sounded.
said, Accredited Representative, “Mister Stretch will see you
Moibly Cre., Traders Down the now,” she said.
Years. In the lower right hand “Ah,” he said, jumping up.
corner of the card it said 44th. “Business is. I shall return.
Miss Appleton picked up the Quotation.” He slid something
phone and pressed the inter-of- out of an inside pocket and put
fice buzzer. “Mister Stretch? it on the desk. “Present for you
see you. From Moibly Cray.” Miss Appleton got up off the
“Cre.,” the zebra-man correct- floor and smoothed her skirt. She
ed her, “short E is.” looked at the object on the desk.
“Cre.,” she said into the phone. It looked like an engraved ivory
“What’s that?” Stretch’s hoarse box for a long harmonica.
voice came over the wire. “Well, “For you,” Praz said, “Martian
look here, Cinderella, keep him Dream is.” He opened the door
out there ’till I get my tie on. I’ll to the inner office, and went in-
buzz you in a minute, then send side.Miss Appleton leaned over
him in.” the box and opened it. A thin
“Y t:s,She hung up. “Mis-
sir.” stream of water hit her in the
ter Stretch will seeyou in a min- nose.
ute,” she informed Praz.
“Fine is,” he said. He started
advancing around the desk. “Now G eorge Stretch had
schooled for many years in
been
time for gathering rosebuds in the art of keeping his face ex-
May is. Historical quotation of pressionless. If the diagonal
“Hello?” The voice could hard- me Don't ...” The phone went
ly be heard over the background dead.
noise. After a long moment, Stretch
“Hello. Is this Professor Blat- softly hung up the phone. He
sky?” jammed a big cigar in one cor-
"Itis. Who is this?” ner of his mouth, lit it, and stared
“My name is Stretch — George savagely at the wall. Miss Apple-
Stretch. Listen closely, I have ton was still in her trance.
something very important to tell Stretch said a short expletive
you.” curse word experimentally. It
FORECAST
A decade and
a half ago, just about exactly, a small group of science-
fiction writers and
others were busily putting the finishing touches on a
proposed new science-fiction magazine. The man in charge of the operation
was H. L. Gold; the magazine was Galaxy.
Well, time has passed. Due to reasons of personal health Horace Gold
has had to curtail his activities, and one of the activities curtailed was
editing Galaxy but in the decade-plus during which he was at the helm he
produced a magazine which almost literally turned the field upside down.
He gave us Fritz Leiber's The Big Time and Isaac Asimov's The Caves of
Stetl; he published most of Robert Sheckley's earliest stories, and many of
Clifford Simak's best ones. He spurred Cordwainer Smith and myself that —
is, the fellow who is now running things, Frederik Poh! — into regular writing;
and he retrieved writers like Ray Bradbury and discoveredEdgar
writers like
Pangborn.
Next issue is Galaxy's fifteenth anniversary. We propose to celebrate
it with a special issue. It will have stories by all the people we've mentioned
— yes, Gold, Leiber, Asimov, Sheckley, Simak, Smith, Pohl, Bradbury and
Pangborn, among others —
and we think it will be a collector's item for a
long time to come . . .
150 GALAXY
I
by
JAMES BUSH and NORMAN L. KNIGHT
Illustrated by MORROW
hilthon is his present base of Inlets along the barrier give ac-
operations.” cess to the maze of channels,
“As directed,” the computer atolls,shoals, islets and sand-
said. Came a silvery ping, then banks that lie behind it. This in-
silence. ner zone varies in width from
“You can see why the hotel twenty to one hundred and fifty
was on my mind,” Kim told Jo- miles.
then. Seaward from the outer ram-
“What was about?”
it all part the water depth increas-
“This Turkish entomologist — es rapidly and finally plunges
Kemal Matouf, he’s quite fam- precipitously into the oceanic
ous —is revamping the classifi- abysses.
cation of the Thysanura. That’s The Reef is an intermediate
the group that used to be called realm; a bridge between the two
silverfish. He maintains that the dissimilar worlds of dry land
structure of their blood proteins and open sea; the natural symbol
reveals new facts about their evo- of the Tritons who colonized it.
lutionary relationships. He’s ask- The Reef colony was the most
ing for specimens from every- popular Triton community in the
where.” world, surpassing even the West
“Sounds very exciting,” Jothen Indian settlement that extended
said ironically. from the Bahamas to the coast of
154 GALAXY
South America. It was a com- red, white, blue, white, red —
munity more dispersed, more that converged toward the yellow
self-sufficient, less mechanized disk of the flyport at its summit.
and less regimented than the As seen from the air it irresistibly
megalopoli of the Drylanders. suggested but one metaphor —
The Tritons were not, however, a gigantic beach ball afloat on
so self-sufficient as to be indif- the sea.
ferent to the good opinion of the
Drylanders, whose tectogenetic \ projecting flange four hun-
creation they were : a new human dred feet wide girdled the
— with
species, to exploit the sea Barrier-hilthon at water level.
their co-evals the dolphins — as The inner zone of this flange had
the Drylanders never could hope been converted into a “beach” of
to. white coral sand, complete with
Triton Reef could not afford sea shells and picturesquely con-
to ignore the Barrier-hilthon. torted fragments of weather-
An observer on the outer es- bleached driftwood. A sea-water
carpment of the Reef near the in- swimming pool occupied the zone
let known as the Lark Passage between the beach and the up-
would have seen the upper por- curved outer rim of the flange.
tion of the Barrier-hilthon as a This outer rim excluded surf,
vari colored dome riding on the sharks, and barracudas, while its
sea about five miles offshore. curvature and overhang discour-
Actually, the Barrier-hilthon was aged venturesome swimmers who
an artificial island with its base otherwise might have been tempt-
planted in the bottom ooze at ed to climb over it. Direct con-
three hundred fifteen fathoms. It tact with the open sea, of a sort,
was an enterprise of the Trans- was provided by large stainless
portation Corporation that pro- steel grilles set in embrasures
vided hotel accommodations for spaced equidistantly along the
two million guests and a service curved sea wall. Rollers that
staff of twenty thousand. Exter- dashed themselves against the
nally, its architecture was sever- grilles entered the pool as show-
ely simple and compact —
a steel ers of spray and smooth surges of
globe thirty-five hundred feet in water.
diameter. The portion above wa- Internally the Barrier-hilthon
ter showed itself as a dome thir- was an automated labyrinth of
teen hundred feet high with its guest rooms, entertainment halls,
surface divided into twelve seg- service salons, escalators, moving
ments of alternating colors — floors, and elevators. Twenty
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levels each containing ten stories team monitors kept constant
of
were reserved for these facilities; vigil four-hour shifts. They
in
four more levels were for service worked a twilight obscurity
in
installations. An indoor beach and lit only by the vidscreens and the
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that rolled from the concealed Three dolphins plunged through
speakers on the colorful dome on the crests of the cataracts,
that towered above them. their sleek arched bodies mo-
“This is the Voice of Barrier- mentarily half out of the tum-
hilthon. We have made arrange- bling foam-flecked water. A
ments with the Tritons of Great bronze-skinned Triton child lay
Barrier Reef whereby you are prone on the back of each dol-
about to receive visitors of a phin between its head and dorsal
most unusual nature. In a few fin, arms and legs clasping the
minutes some of the grilles in the dolphin’s body. Dolphins and
sea wall Sector Twelve will
of children vanished in a white
open and Tritons and dolphins smother of foam. Then, midway
willbe admitted to the pool. No between beach and sea wall, the
doubt each of you has heard dolphins surfaced explosively in
many tales of various degrees of a tremendous power leap that
accuracy regarding Tritons and carried them to ten feet into the
dolphins.Now you shall see them, air. At the apex of their parabolic
talk to them, and obtain your flight the three Triton children
information at first hand.” slid sidewise from the dolphins'
There was a general exodus backs, and children and dolphins
from the pool and a babble of dived into the pool in unison. A
voices rose from the beach in burst of applause rose from the
agitated crescendo, subsided, and beach.
was followed by an expectant With the arrival of every bil-
silence punctuated by the rhyth- low more water gushed into the
mic swashing of water through pool bringing more dolphins,
the grilles as billows broke more Tritons. Some of the Tri-
against the sea wall. Abandoned tons had skins of a rich brown
beach balls and plastifoam rafts color, some were purplish-black,
bobbed about in the pool. some were like brown-tinted
Three grilles slid aside with ivory, others were dappled. The
metallic clashes and disappeared pool became alive with swimming
into slots in the sides of their Tritons and leaping dolphins.
embrasures. Through these open- The three grilles clashed back
ings the spectatorson the beach into position.
saw the glistening curved front The dolphins were quick to per-
of a massive turquoise-green bil- ceive the possibilities of the float-
low unheave itself, fling itself ing beach balls and butted them
toward them, and pour into the into the air, aiming so that the
pool in three hissing cataracts. balls fell into the throng on the
THE SHIPWRECKED HOTEL 159
beach. At first this created flur- “How long can you stay out of
ries of surprise, but the onlook- water?”
ers rose to the occasion and flung “I have been out as long as
the balls back into the pool. A twenty hours.”
lively two-way beach ball bom- “What’s your name?”
bardment began. “Ruvani.”
“Do you eat raw fish?”
rT~'he crowd commenced to move “Raw fish! Ugh! No! Mostly
back into the water. Soon we eat from an autoserver. Some-
everyone was in the water. Even times we catch fish, or crabs or
the non-swimmers were in waist- lobsters, or dig clams, and cook
deep. Several haphazard games them with a fire outdoors.”
cf water polo got themselves or- “A fire! Nobody is allowed to
ganized. Triton children were in- make a fire! You might set fire
structing childrenfrom the hotel to The Forest!”
in the sport of dolphin riding. “There isn’t any forest where
Tritons and guests raced each we make our fires. We make
other to the sea wall and back them with driftwood on little is-
— an unequal match, it should lands behind the Barrier. Most
be recorded. There were experi- of them are sandbars or bare
ments in conversing with dol- rock. Some of them have a few
phins. The air rang with shouts, wild trees. They’re too small to
laughter, and splashing. bother planting a forest on them.”
ATriton girl hoisted herself “What’s that little rod fastened
from the water onto a plastifoam to your belt?”
raft, stood erect, her black skin “That’s an electric shark prod.
glistening like mobile obsidian, It pulls out into a long rod —
and emptied her gill- chambers by like this. When a shark comes too
ejecting multiple jets of water close I touch him with the tip,
from the slits in her sides. A ring give him a shock, and he goes
of swimmers collected around the away.”
raft, clung to its edges, and plied “It’s such a thin little rod.
her with a barrage of questions. Where’s the battery?”
“Why did you squirt spray like “There isn’t a battery. The
that?” electricity comes out of me. Like
“I can’t breathe air unless I an electric eel.”
empty the water out of my gills.” “Out of you! Oh, really I — !
tance, that lay along the entire ness of it. I’ve been holed up in
northeast quadrant. Mountains? a Disaster City for so long that
In Illinois? As they drew nearer I’ve forgotten how jammed the
he could see the usual forested rest of the world is.”
terraces, but the bluffs that sep- A great climactic pyramid rear-
arated the terraces were bands ed before them, a Mount
itself
of pastel colors. He turned to Everest towering above lesser
Kim. peaks. The sun, low in the west,
“I’m surprised to see moun- lighted its terraces and walls with
tains here. I thought that all of a coppery glow. The forefront of
this region was as flat as a table a convoluted, lowering gray
top.” cloud-ceiling was gliding above it,
Kim
laughed. “Jothen! That’s carried toward them on the wind
Chicago! Or rather, it’s one com- off Lake Michigan. As Jothen
er of it.” watched, a rippling misty curtain
Asthe helicopter churned of rain descended from the cloud,
steadily across the sky, Jothen blurred the outlines of the pyra-
stared fascinated as the terraced mid as with a veil of pearl-gray
ramparts seemed to rise higher gauze, and bloomed magically
and higher, and extend them- with a giant rainbow ring. The
selves endlessly on other hand. circle of spectral colors formed
Even before the first architec- a softly glowing frame around the
tural mountain range was over- pyramid.
passed, still other ridges, peaks,
chasms and buttes rose beyond ( ( XT ow there’s a perfect symbol
it. Soaring towers and masts, ^ of our endless argument,”
great glittering domes, and skele- he said thoughtfully. “A circular
ton frameworks of new construc- —
rainbow no end, no pot of gold.”
tion materialized in the blue dis- “And no marriage,” Kid said.
tance. As they advanced farther, “This is no world for children.”
the monolothic city spread be- “Some people might think it
neath them from horizon to hori- beautiful. Look out there.”
162 GALAXY
“I’m looking. That overgrown ward halfway across Wisconsin
pyramid underneath your sym- and Illinois. From some of the
bolic rainbow is the Municipal high points on the west wall you
Services Center. It serves this can see the Mississippi on a clear
whole urban monstrosity —three day. It spreads fifty or sixty miles
billion people, plus a million or southward into Illinois and In-
two by the latest count. You see diana, and then on up into south-
only a fraction of the pyramid; ern Michigan. Recently it an-
most of it’s out of sight, like an nexed Lansing. The east wall is
iceberg. It goes down to bedrock only about fifteen miles from the
and deeper. west wall of Detroit. It’s an ugly
“Somewhere inside there is the tumor on the face of the Earth
headquarters of the Civic Med- and we’re the viruses that creat-
ical Services. I was born there. ed it. I don’t fancy the idea of in-
Every day, about fifteen thou- creasing the virus population.
sand babies are born there and at There are too damn many now.”
each of the nine outlying region- The helicopter veered around
al centers. Conveniently next the pyramid. Only the higher pin-
door, there’s a branch of the Mu- nacles of Chicago’s jagged roof-
nicipal Crematorium. Their total scape still smoldered in the
daily output is about one hun- orange-red light of the fading
dred forty thousand cremations sunset. The rain had ceased.
a net daily population increase of Venus shone like a pale emerald
ten thousand. And for what? So in the blue-green ribbon of un-
this frightful human termitary — clouded sky in the west. Along
vitrolith and glastic and metal, the eastward rim of the world
pipes and cables and computers, constellations of colored lights
escalators and elevators and mov- flashed into being some shin-—
ing floors —
can go on growing ing steadily, others blinking a
bigger and bigger, higher and coded rhythm. They marked the
higher, deeper and deeper, for- far-flung flyports along the lake
ever!” front, one of which sheltered their
“Take easy,” Jothen said.
it rocket shuttle.
The helicopter flew into the cur- “People aren’t viruses,” Jothen
tain of rain and the rainbow said. “People have hearts and
circlevanished. Kim plowed on minds. All right, Chicago has a
without noticing. three - billion - plus population.
“Do you have any idea how That’s another way of saying that
big this town runs north-
is? It it possesses more than three bil-
jingles for their children, or for seems to me that the city isn’t
decorating an apartment, up to just a malignant growth running
the genius level. If there’s one wild. It’s like the rest of the
genius for every hundred thou- world —a hive of creative brains.
sand people in Chicago, that’s Does anyone have the right to re-
mm — three hundred thousand. fuse to marry and beget minds?
On the basis of the world popula- The world needs all it can get,
tion, that’s one hundred million even if ninety-nine percent do
high-level productive minds. little more than vegetate.”
“Of course only a relative “For your information, Joth-
handful is keeping us fed, housed, en,” Kim said deliberately, “you
healthy, literate. But why stop have a one-track mind.”
there? There are millions doing “If that’s your argument-in-re-
imaginative, creative work some — buttal, I can’t give it a very high
of it revolutionary, some of it rating,” Jothen said. “The only
trivial —on their own initiative trouble is, any kind of No is still
simply because they can’t endure a No. Well, I’ll stop spoiling your
idleness. There are amateur vacation for a while at least.
mathematicians, astronomers, We’re touching down; next stop,
potters, botanists, historians. Cedros Island —and then the
There’s a group in Paris that has Reef.”
revived the art of printing on sili-
cose; I’ve seen some of their IV
books, and they’re stunning.
There’s Doctor Matouf and his rom the moment
of the Master
silverfish.
the Doctor Matoufs.
Never underestimate
Who knows
F Computer’s stunning an-
nouncement, the monitors were
164 GALAXY
tied up in emergency actions and searching for the malfunction.
i<a trying to locate the malfunc- One task force had been ordered
tion in the Computer that had to stop the pumps manually. The
generated the announcement. It series of doors leading to the
had to be a malfunction. But it Manual Pump Control Center
was a first-magnitude malfunc- had been closed by Computer
tion, and the monitors were tak- 5B and had to be manually
ing no chances. —
opened only to be closed again
The check-out of guests was by Computer 5B, doggedly fol-
proceeding as usual. Guests en lowing the electronic command,
route to the Barrier-hilthon had “Activate all pumps and keep
been halted in transit. The water- them going until ordered to stop.”
tight doors of all entrances had As the technicians checked and
been closed and secured. Only the counter- checked the multi-mil-
check-out exits remained open. lion components of the Barrier-
Transportation Corporation had hilthon it became evident that
been informed that evacuation of there was not one malfunction
the hotel might be necessary. but several. The hotel was afflict-
The reports relayed by the ed by the computorial equivalent
Master Computer indicated an of schizophrenia.
increasing loss of co-ordination The monitors by- passed the
of its subsidiaries. The Barrier- Master Computer and issued a
hilthon was sinking The Bar- . . . direct-line order to Maintenance
rier-hilthon was not sinking; it Supervision: “Kill Computer 5B
was still securely embedded in and stop the pumps.”
the bottom ooze The aqua- . . . Killing the computer was a
phone switchboard had ceased to simple matter of shutting off its
function, thereby blocking under- power supply. Stopping the
water communication with sub- pumps was a more complex op-
mersible ferries and shore instal- eration. There were two thou-
lations . . . Computer 5B (in sand pumps and they could be
charge of Ballast) had activated shut off only in sector units. To
all pumps at full capacity and maintain the Barrier-hilthon’s
was emptying the ballast tanks axis in a precisely vertical posi-
. Communications were broken
. . tion it was necessary that they
between the Master Computer be stopped in a definite sequence.
and Computer 5B . . . It was an operation that never
All off-duty shifts of the main- before had been manually per-
tenance staff had been recalled formed. When the newly built
and the combined force was Barrier-hilthon had been lowered
last tanks had been filled under axis of the Barrier-hilthon for
the control of the computers. slight departures from the verti-
Since that day only slight auto- cal. Repeated minute tiltings and
matic adjustments in buoyancy hasty compensations created an
were necessary to compensate for atmosphere of growing urgency
the daily tidal cycle. The pos- tinged with panic. The result was
sibility that the Barrier-hilthon a jittery, exaggerated caution and
might spontaneously attempt to increasing slowness in their op-
become free-floating had not been erations.
anticipated; the designers had Meanwhile the Barrier-hilthon
envisioned nothing more than floated higher and higher. The
local flooding due to structural jutting flange that supported the
failure. Now, during the first beach and swimming pool was
stages of the manual shut-down more than one hundred feet
of the entire ballast-pump instal- above water level, exposing its
lation, great volumes of water underside and a zone of the
continued to be discharged and spherical hull encrusted with sea
the Barrier-hilthon’s buoyancy growths. The water from the pool
increased. poured through the grilles in
The guests of the hotel, still noisy cascades. The docks for
happily unaware of the disaster hydrofoil and submersible ferries,
that was taking shape, paid little that transported guests to and
heed to the transient shudders from the mainland, were likewise
that quivered through the steel above water level. Hotel guests
fabric of their automated micro- were ordered to retire to their
cosm. The few who noted them rooms, to remain there until
ascribed them to the impact of called, and to prepare for de-
breakers on the windward sea parture.
wall. But the monitors knew oth- During these events a high-
erwise. The steel globe had de- speed colloquy was taking place
tached itself from the adhesive between the Barrier-hilthon’s
bottom ooze and was just barely Master Computer and the Master
afloat in its bowl-shaped em- Computer at the Triton-operated
placement. base known as the Lizard Island
Complex, inside of the Reef.
Hphe technicians manning the “Barrier-hilthon to Lizard Is-
-* pump controls lacked the land. Emergency. We
are about
smooth co-ordination of Com- to become free-floating due to
puter 5B. Their eyes were fixed computer malfunctions. Ferry
166 GALAXY
docks are above water level. —were in her lower levels. Her
Evacuation is proceeding via fly- center of gravity was still below
port only, imposing ten times the water line. She moved with
normal load. Need all available the ponderous steadiness of an
helicopters and hovercraft.” iceberg, ignoring the increasing
The same appeal was transmit- roughness of the sea.
ted to Transcorp by way of Prime Maintenance Supervision re-
Center. ported to the monitors that one
But the Lizard Island Tritons malfunctioning module had been
had further plans for speeding located and replaced, and that
the evacuation. automatic pump control was re-
“Lizard Island to Cairns’ Reef. stored. The pumps were stopped
Emergency. Relay to satellite and the hotel continued her drift
reefs. Barrier-hilthon will soon be with the elevation of the outdoor
adrift and
is being evacuated. —
beach and pool now completely
Send submersible ferries to co-
all —
drained at slightly more than
operate with aircraft. Sea is too three hundred feet above their
rough for hydrofoils. Evacuees normal level.
will be transferred from flyport
to submersibles via rescue slings.”
“Lizard Island to Snake Reef.
Emergency. Relay . .
.”
L izard Island received another
distress call from the
Master Computer.
hotel’s
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depth. The water’s cold, and the fifty milesan hour up above.
pressure is around twelve atmo- “As soon as one sub has a ca-
spheres. They’d drown before pacity load it will move out and
they reach the surface. Ifthey another one will move in. There’ll
didn’t die of fright first. This is be a traffic control system for
the first time in their lives that subs set up in your control tower.
most of them have been outside We’ll bring our own aquaphone
their native cities. Many of them T and R equipment. And we’re
have never been more than a few setting up receiving centers on
miles from their apartment until the mainland for your people.
now. And about ninety percent of “Now —casualties. How many
them can’t swim.” casualties do you have?”
At this point Dorthy broke in. “The casualty check is still go-
“The video tape will prepare ing on,” replied Defabio gloomily.
everyone for the escape routine. “We have twenty-three deaths
And we’ll put miniscubas on that we know of. And a list of
them. Like I’m wearing now. The fractures and dislocations a yard
little cylinders hold twenty min- long. Over two hundred when I
utes oxygen supply. They were came off duty. Wecan’t get to
made for Drylanders’ use during the ones in the flooded sectors.
brief underwater activity when — The rooms are tight but the halls
transferring from one sub to an- are full of water under about
other while both are submerged, twenty-eight-hundred-foot depth
for example.” pressure. We can feed them via
the autoservers as usual, and
'Tpioru continued, “Each person send in first aid materials through
will receive a five minute the parcel conveyor tubes. We
air-pressure buildup in the scape- can give them first aid instruc-
lock. Outside there’llbe a Triton tions by vidphone, provide music
or a dolphin waiting. When he and 3-V movies, and that’s all.”
emerges he’ll be hauled up to a “We’ll take out the accessible
sub and through its airlock be- casualties first,” Tioru said. “The
fore he can count ten. He won’t inaccessible ones will have to re-
be exposed to the cold and pres- main inaccessible for a while.
sure for long, and he won’t have We can’t open the rooms in the
to go all the way to the surface. flooded sectors until we can pump
The subs will be only forty or the water out of the halls, and we
fifty feet above your airfield. It’s can’t pump the water out of the
fortunate that you’re down as halls until we’ve repaired the ,
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clouds coming up over the rim of Jothen found it difficult not to
the Earth. It’s like a scale model stare at Storm’s rhythmically
of a spiral galaxy.” falling tears —
all the Tritons wept
“It’s the topside of a typhoon. mechanically when out of water,
This one must have built up so a transitional defect breeding had
fast that it got out of hand be- —
yet to remedy and his fleshy,
fore the Weatherwatch boys plume-shaped auditory antennae,
could spike it. I hope Osprey Reef constantly aquiver. He did not
is well out of it.” seem to disturb Kim, but then
“Is that where the Triton fam- she was used to biological oddity.
ily’s to meet us? What do you “Nothing personal, I hope?”
know about them?” she said.
“Very little. There are three of “No. A disaster at the Barrier-
them. The father’s name is Storm, hilthon. Let’s board the s-ub and
which 1 hope isn’t prophetic. He’s then I’ll tell you the whole story."
an assistant to Dorthy Summer, Storm’s Sea Dart was a slen-
the head of Submarine Products. der five-man craft propelled by
Their home is on a coral islet they centrifugally driven water jets.
call Seahorse Reef. It’s part of He took her down to five fathoms
the outer Barrier. I . I’m
. . and left the rocket port’s harbor
afraid I told Storm we might be by an underwater exit. Here the
on our honeymoon.” conning tower’s vidscreen showed
“You,” Kim said, “are abso- only a dusky green obscurity.
lutely incorrigible.” “You’ll find this hard to be-
“I’ve been practicing,” Jothen lieve, and I’ll not blame you,” the
admitted. But he was given no Triton said. “But briefly, the
chance to pursue the subject fur- storm you saw, plus a computer
ther. malfunction, floated the hotel out
“My viewer’s gone dark,” Kim of its moorings and drove it in-
announced plaintively. to a submerged cliff. It went
“So has mine. We must be —
down like a stone about a mile
starting re-entry.” down, which isn’t too bad con-
sidering that the hotel itself’s
4 CT’m sorry to have to tell you thirty-five hundred feet in diam-
A this,” Storm said, “but eter, but bad enough. There were
something has happened that al- two million people aboard at the
ters all of our plans. We are not —
time the worst marine disaster
going to be very good hosts, I’m in history, unless we can get
afraid, and your vacation may them out.”
not be very restful.” “Get them out!” Jothen said.
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of air. Every time we open a the vessel’s hull, the Triton thrust
scapelock it loses some air. The his protege into the opening, wait-
people in the hotel consume oxy- ed until the airlock closed, and
gen. There is a reserve of com- then swam down to his assigned
pressed oxygen in the hotel but scapelock.
we want to conserve it. So air is A submersible freighter floated
pumped into the hotel’s venti- down from the upper darkness
lating system through one pipe- and came to rest at a level above
line and out of it through the the ferries. An oversize circular
other. The pipes are metal but port gaped open in its belly, emit-
long enough to have some flex- ting a bluish light, and from it a
ibility. The pumps are mounted scrapelock descended at the end
on motorized barges at the sur- of a cable. A squad of Tritons
face; they can maintain them- converged on the scapelock, ac-
selves in nearly constant posi- companied it during its descent
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rods, began to float out of the “One goes ahead with one’s v a-
airlock. A miniature blinking cation and has the baby at the
glow panel illuminated the in- Barrier-hilthon. It gives the par-
terior of the sphere. ents something to boast about.
“It looks like one of the air- The child also, when it’s older.
field light globes,” remarked Now, who wants to go where?
Kim. I’m about to make an inspection
“It is one of the same type but tour of the operation inside the
with most of the glow lining re- Barrier-hilthon.Would either or
moved, and a heater and other both of you care to accompany
modifications added,” Storm, me?”
said. Jothen spoke quickly. “I
would.”
nphe sphere was enclosed in a Kim shuddered. “Not I. I’ve
net bag with a line attached. seen enough of this gloomy un-
A dophin darted in, seized the derwater world. I’d rather go
line in its mouth, and soared to Seahorse Reef and watch the
toward the nearest submersible, surf.”
the sphere floating above it like A call via aquaphone to the
a balloon. Barrier-hilthon enabled Storm to
Inside the sphere, stirring rest- locate another Triton who agreed
lessly in a nest of white silicose, to convey Kim to the Reef in the
was a small, red, wrinkled baby. Sea Dart. Jothen felt powerfully
“Well —
!” ejaculated Kim. that he ought to go with her,
“How did that happen to be in after all; but thus far he had no
the Barrier-hilthon? It looks as reason to suppose sticking by
if it were bom yesterday.” her would advance his cause any
“It may have been,” agreed further than parting from her for
Storm. “Or an hour or two ago. I a while —
and the opportunity
understand that the maternity before him now was one that
ward had over fifty of them when would never be repeated.
the hotel sank.” Jothen experienced his first
“What were the parents think- miniscuba transfer when he ac-
ing of?” marveled Kim. “They companied Storm into the Bar-
must have known Why didn’t
. . . rier-hilthon by way of the scape-
they stay at home?” lock on the roof of the flyport
“When one makes a reservation control tower. Two recorded mes-
at the Barrier-hilthon three or sages were awaiting Storm at his
four years in advance one doesn’t temporary office in the hotel.
stay at home,” replied Storm. One was from Maintenance Su-
THE SHIPWRECKED HOTEL 179
pervision with the information an entomologist among its
that repairs to the hull had reach- guests?”
ed a stage that permitted the The word “entomologist” rang
opening of one of the flooded sec- a bell of memory in Jothen’s
tors, Number Seven in Level mind. He said, “There might be
Ten. The other message, from one by the name of Doctor Kemal
the Council of Monitors, stated: Matouf. Ask the Guest Register
“All computer malfunctions Computer if he’s still here.”
have been traced. Total number, Storm was informed by the
seven; four of them in the Mas- computer that Doctor Matouf
ter Computer. Examination of had been assigned to Room Nine-
the affected modules show that ty-Seven, Block Six, Zone Eight,
the cause was the same in every Floor Five, Sector Seven, Level
case —
a short circuit caused by Ten; that this section of the
a small insect lying across two hotel contained rooms provided
or more segments of the printed with basic laboratory facilities
circuits. All were either dead or for the convenience of guests on
moribund when found. A speci- scientific missions; and that after
men is being forwarded to your the sinking of the hotel Doctor
message receiving station. Still Matouf had ceased to answer his
others have been found in the vidphone.
ventilation ducts. Presumably “Sector Seven, Level Ten,” re-
they were distributed through peated Storm. “That’s the one
Hie hotel by this means. Their that has been reopened. I’ll make
source is unknown.” a survey of the situation there
The specimen was embedded and we can look in on Doctor
in a square of clear plastic. It Matouf at the same time. Let’s
was a small, bristly, silvery-white hope that he’s alive.”
creature less than half an inch Jothen followed Storm through
long. a maze of halls and chambers di-
rectly beneath the airfield. Here
VI a team of Tritons was prepar-
ing a throng of hotel guests for
tt/^ould things like this sink their transit through the scape-
the Barrier-hilthon?” de- locks. The air rang with the cla-
manded Jothen incredulously. mor of many voices. The Tritons
“It would seem that they did,” were adjusting miniscubas, re-
Storm replied. “Another ques- peating last-minute instructions,
tion: How did they come here? I allaying the fears of the timid.
wonder if the Barrier-hilthon has From this focus of activity an
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automatic elevator took Jothen “Is it your customary behavior
and Storm to Level Ten a two — to burst into the rooms of oth-
thousand foot plunge. ers, uninvited?” he demanded.
The halls in Sector Seven were “By no means,” replied Storm.
wet and permeated by a dank “Are you Doctor Matouf?”
fishy odor. Clean-up crews were “Of course I’m Doctor Matouf!
clearing the halls of assorted fish, Who are you?”
crabs, streamers of seaweed, “My name is Storm. I’m super-
jellyfishblobs, sand, and other vising the Barrier-hilthon rescue
marine miscellany. Many rooms operation under Doctor Summer
were untenanted, with doors ajar; of Submarine Products. It has
their occupants had been moved been impossible to get a response
to vacated rooms on higher levels. from you for many hours al-
Jothen stepped warily around though repeated calls were made
a small octopus that lay upon the by phone. It was suspected that
floor, squirming feebly, just as you might be dead.”
Storm halted before a closed door “You received no response be-
bearing the number 10-7-5-8-6- cause I disconnected the phone.
the door was immovable. “HU “It floated free and then sank.
have to violate his privacy by It rolled badly a few times.
unlocking his door and walking Didn’t you notice that?”
in. It’s possible he may not be “There was an earthquake. I
alive to resent it. An imperfect noticed that. They’re not uncom-
weld, a ruptured service conduit, mon in this part of the world.
and the sea would have flooded The spectrophotometer is secure-
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this,Jo? Not another turn around “I don’t know,” she said. “What
the circular rainbow?” she asked do you mean, who sank it? I
laughing. thought some sort of malfunction
“No. I know where the pot of sank it. Do you mean it was a
gold’s hidden, now.” human failure?”
“Are you sure?” “Both,” Jothen said. “The mal-
“Well, I think I’ll know in a function was caused by a certain
minute. I’ve got two questions kind of wildlife that had no busi-
for you, and this time I’d like ness running free aboard the ho-
you not to answer the first until tel. The custodian of the wild-
I’ve also asked you the second. life was one Doctor Kemal Mat-
Okay?” ouf. And one guess who he got
“Well, guess so,” she said
I the critters from!”
warily. “Go ahead.” Kim’s face was a battleground
“The first is: Will you marry over which amazement, conster-
me?” nation, anger and finally amuse-
Now she did look startled. ment pursued each other.
“That’s the first one? Hmm. “Jothen Kent,” she said, “this
Somehow I don’t like that grin is blackmail.”
of yours, Jothen Kent. What’s “That,” he agreed gravely, “is
the second question?” exactly what it is.”
Jothen grinned more broadly And so they lived happily ever
than ever. after —
but it wasn’t easy.
“The second is: Who sank the —JAMES H. SCHMITZ AND
Barrier -hilthon?" NORMAN L. KNIGHT
OF GODLIKE POWER
by Mack Reynolds
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you don’t care for those connota- extending the limits of the pos-
tions, “balance” or “maturity.” sible in literature. And since there
Somehow, most of us work it out; are compromises in all personal-
almost any day, one can meet ities, almost all writers combine
working writers who are neither some of these aspects are —they
Gardner, Spillane, Fleming, Bur- only more or less craftsmen, gen-
roughs nor institutionalized. iuses and what psychological
Any sign of the commonly un- phenomenology calls idiots sa-
derstood excellences in a piece of vants. Furthermore, no writer
fiction therefore indicates one of sells a product which can be def-
two things. Most commonly, it in- initely test-run against another
dicates a craftsman consciously similar product. He sells a service
doing something difficult, for rea- — a subjective experience to —
sons which are not immediately each individual reader.
explicable, are not simply logical Problem Where is there an ob-
:
and are the result of some often jective basis for determining
troublesome growth and change whether a piece of fiction is “bad”
within an intelligent human be- or “good”?
ing. More rarely, it indicates a
man doing something he can’t
help, largely because it has never T he Three Stigmata of Palmer
Eldritch, by Philip K. Dick
occurred to him to do anything (Doubleday; $4.95) may or may
that is not creative. In other not be a good book; it is an im-
words, an artist. A genius. The portant, beautifully controlled,
craftsman may produce a “bet- smoothly created book which will
ter” variation on a given theme twist your mind if you give it the
than the genius. Neither of them least chance to do Operating
so.
may produce anything anywhere on a number of levels, the top
near as “good” as the next gen- one of which is a fast-moving nar-
ius, or craftsman. That is beside rative of business rivalry in a fu-
the point. The point is there are ture Earth society, it proceeds to
three kinds of writers; those who hand you a series of jolts straight
can’t do much right except to to the dark corners of the mind.
overwhelmingly satisfy the au- Reality is, as you may know, a
dience, those who seriously study fragile thing; each of us has his
their trade and may very well own idea of the world and his
have excellent technical justifica- place in it. From time to time,
tions for what appear to be mis- we get into some serious difficul-
takes, and those who are a law ty which brings home to us some
unto themselves because they are drastic indication that the
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they experience is not insanity Pohl might have collaborated to
but increased perception. The real write it. To be truthful, it is far
reality is, for them, a place where more than a pastiche of anything
time and perception are variable else, because Dick seems to be
and arbitrary, but what is exper- something of a genius and is do-
ienced is real, and marvelous. An ing what that type of writer often
important recent development in —
does borrowing techniques and
what could be called the “cult” of tones from other men in order to
LSD is the promulgation of the say something entirely his own.
ancient Tibetan Book of the There is also one wild scene
Dead as the revealed, allegorical which is a sudden infusion of
description of the real reality. pure Robert Sheckley, and I
That is, as a bible. think obtrusively so, perhaps for
All has had its share of
this the sheer fun of it. The remainder
when Doc-
publicity, particularly of the time, the whole creation
torsLeary and Alpert were can- resonates to the touch of the
ned from Harvard and Aldous only present science-fiction writer
Huxley spent his last days pros- who could possibly have done it.
elytizing for it. Additionally, The basic situation is that
there are several informative Earth is warming rapidly; the
books on the subject, of which temperature in New York City is
the one I own is LSD The Con- : 180° Fahrenheit, and on the
sciousness-Expanding Drug, a re- teeming urban Earth of that time
cent collection of papers and — which is established as about
essays edited by David Solomon. one hundred years in the future,
But I’m not here to review but functions exactly as our so-
science-fact books, immediate ciety would if it had slightly bet-
appearances to the contrary. If ter technology —the only things
you remember, I started to re- anyone really cares about are
view a witty, sometimes light- coping with or ignoring the heat
hearted, and always fascinating and the coming extinction of all
piece of fictionby a man who has life. The UN is concerned with
already won one Hugo award for doing something about it, the
the best science-fiction novel of business community is dedicated
the year, and just may deserve to profiting from it, and the vast
another for this one. consuming public is alternately
To be
glib, The Three Stigmata chivvied or lulled by these con-
of Palmer Eldritch is something tending forces. The UN
draft
likean A.E. Van Vogt novel as laws keep operating to pick up
Robert Heinlein and Frederik people and push them out into
ust as well, and even the vam- out winners if you make a deal
jires agreed it was much neater. with a demon, “Nellthu.” Among
There’s a lot to be said for it as favorites are “Casey Agonistes”
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by Richard McKenna, who could Were No Benny Cemoli” by
tell a masculine and yet tender Philip K. Dick and “Critical
story as well as anyone I’ve ever Mass” by Frederik Pohl and C.
read, and T.L. Sherred’s “Eye M. Kornbluth.
For Iniquity,” which is about a Among them you will find
man who could literally make science fiction writing of nearly
money by just thinking about it. every kind, ranging from the Al-
That latter story, by the way, is diss, which is heavily influenced
from Beyond, Galaxy's late, la- by the Kingsley Amis critical
mented stablemate of the early construct of the same name,
1950’s. There is not a disappoint- through such plain statements of
ing story in this book; there are picque with our society as the
few which anyone who likes mod- Elliott, the Bermel, the Laumer,
ern science fiction would not en- and the MacApp, and on to
joy just as well and, in some “straight” sf like “Hot Planet.”
moods, better. I wish someone Fritz Leiber’s story is a fine
would do something about that. mood-builder about the wheels
that really make the world go
HT' he Eighth Galaxy Reader, ’round. “The Lonely Man” is a
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tion by Frederik Pohl (Double- an engineering genius; Thomas
day, $3.95), is a collection of has authored quite an accumu-
twelve stories from this magazine, lation of quietly good stories
their copyright dates ranging up —
with staying power I’ve re-read
from 1961. this one several times with con-
In the order of their appear- siderable pleasure. Philip K.
ance in the book they are “Comic Dick’s story is, as usual, marked-
Inferno” by Brian Aldiss; “The ly individual, and distinguished
Big Engine,” by Fritz Leiber; “A for his ability to draw fine-line
Day on Death Highway” by social caricatures paradoxically
Chandler Elliott; “The End of freighted with verisimilitude;
The Race” by Albert Bermel; ditto thePohl 8s Kornbluth story.
“The Lonely Man” by Theodore I would say the book as whole
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