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The Earth Merchants {novelet) MOSMAN KAGAN 4 Cartoon GAHAN WnSON 25 Romance In An Eleveath-Century Recharging Station BOB^T r. YOUNG 26

Mammoths and Mastodons U SPBAGUB Iffi CAMP 35 The Gtitsch System ROBIN SOOTT 48 Short Cut {verse) DEBORAH CRAWFORD 67 Books JUDITH MOIRU. 70

Sonny SOBeST L. FISH 76 Science: To Tell A Chemist ISAAC ASIMOF 87 No Different Flesh {novelet) ZENNA HENDERSON 97

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Joseph W. Ferman, editor and publisher Isaac Asimov, science editor

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Judith Merril, book editor Robert P. Mills, consulting editor

The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, Volume 2S, No. 5, Whole No. 168, May 1965. Published monthly by Mercury Press, Inc., at 50f a copy. Annual subscription %5.00; |5.50 m Canada ana the Pan American Union; $6.00 in all other countries. Publu cation office. 10 Ferry Street, Concord, N. H. Editorial and general mail should be sent to $47 Bast 5$rd St., New York, N. Y. 10022. Second Class postage paid at Concord, N. H. Printed t» U.S.A. © 1965 by Mercury Press, Inc. All rights, including translations into other languages, reserved. Submissions must be accompanied by stamped, self-addressed envelopes; Publisher assumes no responsibUity for return of unsolicited mauuscripts. Urtlifce a recently semt-defunet paperback book house whose en*- photic motto was to the effect that th^r imprint “Means Contro- versy” we here are content merely if our stories are good. Some- times, though, they are controoersicd as well. Robert A. HekUeinS GLORY ROAD (July-Sept. 1963), for example, and Ray Nelson*s TURN OFF THE SKY (August 1963) were both in this class. We predict with confidence that this second story by math student Horman Kagan (FOUR BRANDS OF IMPOSSIBLE, Sept. 1964)

wUl prove mote controversial than either. Asked if he believed in immortcdUy, Aaron Burr (and who more eontroversial than he!) replied, “On that subjeet I am coy.” Do not aek, then, where we ours^es stand on the viewpoint set forth in this shaking, furious, outraged tale of our space program: on that subject we

are coy. Read—rage, then, if you will. But—read.

THE EARTH MERCHANTS

by Norman Kagan

“They (engineers) will find that tennis. It was an indication that it is much more enthusing to solve his mind was still reasonably flexi- the problems of the lack of water in ble, and hence that he might still the United States than to. send an ex- be able to learn to make love. pedition to the moon, that it is more I could only infer this, but it exciting to work towards the solution seemed fairly plausible. Obsoles- of . . . (the) needs of the seven old are the billion people who will live on this cence and age primary fears of most people in the Age of planet . . . then to make sure a EDcket stk) can stand a fifty-megaton Playboy, no matter what field you bomb.” study. And the carefully calcu- — Professor M. G. Salvadori lated build-up we'd given the Cohunbia Univessity, New York space scientist would’ve at least have pitted his mind with the I burning acids that’ve scarred most The young man was very of us. What I was going to do now happy when he learned to play would really gouge him.

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Thou^ it wouldn’t be hard. first. Dr. Manheimer. Rrst of aH, Most engineers are cowards these I’m a — or, rather, I was— days. clinical psychologist, but not from I let him beat me twice, then N.A.S.A. I’m from the Agency of licked him four times running. He State.” was puffing and sweating at the I could see the phrase “clod- end of the final set, so I led him hugger” jumped through his mind, over to the tables on the side of lickety-split. Then his voice came the hospital’s sundeck. He said out, flat and dead; “I thought the nothing at the view, which on this matter of my parents was settled. bright day illuminated every foot There were no remains after that of the thirty miles or so which mob of Asiatics got dirough with separated the hospital from the them.” gantries and blockhouses of Cape “That’s correct,” I told him. “I Kennedy Spaceport. was only tangentiafly involved in “All right, doctor,” said the your case, through our Psycholog- young man. His face and body ical Stalemate Branch. But it were an angry red, partly from the seems I’m the only clinician who exorcise, more from too much sun is qualified to talk to you any in the month he’d been recovering more. Scientists in classified work from a nervous breakdown. He who’ve had mental illnesses are brushed his blond hair back from automatically considered security his forehead, and squinted at me, risks. No one in (he Defense almost angrily. “When are you go- Branch of the government will ing to let me out of here, and talk to you any more.” back on Project Leviathan?" I let him think about that for a This had to be done exactly while. It was embarrassing, it was right. I had to have another vector so easy to read him. The brilliant to work with; his anger and impa- creative space engineer, looking tience had to be composed with for the fascinating challenge of something exterior. But I had it, modern technology. No North of course. I always insure myself; American Dynamics or General my favorite psychiatrist joke is Aviation or International Busi- about the headshrinker who had ness Mechanisms to guarantee just cured a patient of klepto- pensions and paid vacations and mania. “I’ve totally eliminated whisper that genocide was patriot- yoiur morbid desire to steal,” he ism. told his patient confidently. “But “The F.B.I. has made the usual just in case, be sure to pick me up suggestion that you commit sui- a transistor radio.” cide,” I added, offering him a ‘Td better clear some things up government issue poison needle. ”

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His eyes widmed, and his band gers. But he had no real choice, of trembled, but I closed my fist in eoHvse. Those defense hotshots time. So he stood by the rmling would soon learn the cost of their for a whde, staring at laiaicbing “security systems." pads of the filthy lunacy across “There’s a number of things I the Banana River. don’t understand,” he said slowly, Fresently he recalled that I was the Texas burr soft in, his voice. a psychologist, and spoke the The broiling sun was making his thou^t that had been cycling face sweat. “What’s ‘spin-off,’ and through his crippled mind. I don’t recall— exactly what the “What will I do now?” he wWs- Agency of p»ed. “That’s easy enough to answer," “Not much,” I told him flady. I rephed, and allowed myself to “You can’t do any sort of indus- relax a little. "Spin-off are the trial work, and no one in the sci- products of space flight science entific branch of government will which turn out to have applica- have you. You realize of course tions on the ground.” He was nod- that nearly every multiversity in ding wisely, but my voice tight- Fortress America is involved in ened as I said; “And the Agency of classified research — so that lets State? Why, even a space scien- teaching out. I suppose you could tist like you should’ve remembered —” and I let my voice trail efif. that. We’re the part of the govern- Only an insane therapist would ment charged with investigating talk in such a manner, of course. the surface of Terra external to “Or,” I said quietly, “you could Fortress America. You know— like come to work for us.” the rest of the earth.” “What’re you?” he said after a momeiH. His eyes were still dazed. With the kid inside the project, I writed a precise four seconds I let the deep probers chop into —I'm not a master vector psychol- him. He’d work over the reports ogfiet for nothing. "My name is Ar- we’d dummied up, or Miswer the lan Kadison,” I told him briskly, carefully phrased questions that “and Tm head of a new depart- passed for conversation in his sec- ment in the Agenoy of State. I’m tion. We also let him have a nice to set up better Raison between little Eurasian secretary, named N.A.S.A., the Defense Branch of Chien-Shiung. Darkly smoulder- government, and the Agency. We ing, vridi riun like golden parch- hope that more space Bight and ment, and fragile features. A real defease ^in-off can be apj^ed to jHece of class. She eould apfdy her the agency’s functions.” own special brand of intuition, Mis face wrinkled up. Clodhug- while we built up the annoyances — — ” ”

THE EARTH MERCHANTS 7 and frastratkms for Hirase Two, "Well, of course we started with consckms co-operation. all the public statements; ‘the des- Meanwhile, I was busy. A seven tiny of mankind', ‘endless conquest million dollar Lunar supply mis- of the cosmos’,’noblest challenge to sion had exploded cm the Vanden- our species’. When people begm berg Pads. It gave us our first test talldi^ that way, any psychiatrist of propaganda efficiency, and I let knows there’s something dirty and Operations make a complete run. guilty behind it.” Dims stared at Project “Earth Merchants” was un- roe brightly. ‘Tike the ban-the- derway. bomb societies. A product c£ na- Which meant that I sat at my tional guik. Because atom bombs desk, a hairy middle aged-man were dropped. And we did it." with too much nose, blinking at I nodded. Scientists are like that. my own beautiful secretary’s sarong They can only be pleased at what OVCT dozens of research reports. they find out. I bet Einstein and Nevertheless, in our warren of Nobel were cheerful when ffiey offices in Undergjround, D.C. the made their big strikes, too. pattern of a plan was emerging, a "Go on. Dr. Dbns.” I lit up a plan to cripple, paralyxe, or de- cigar. stroy if necessary die space flight "It's a bit complicated fi«an here ptogcam of Fortress America, on out," said Dti^. “Basically, —oar Our mahi strategy became for- clue came from science fiction malized—thou^ it was clear to “Escape fiction,” I rauTmered. me as early as my meetn^ with Dr. "Yes. ^cape fiction, like sex Oliver Manheimer— a few days magazines.” He blushed. “Well, I later. Our researdi chief, a straight don’t really care to taH; about Aat medical psyduatrist named Di^, sort of stuff outlined his group’s findings I made a bridge with my hands. .” “It’s amazing, Mr. Kadison,” he “Well . . said wild-eyed. “So much has been “But it's the key to our studies. written, pro and con, and yet no Sex magazines are escape fiction. one has reaDy investigated the deep They let you into a world of emotional ‘whys’ of astronautics.” beautiful women, lush and wild “Go on, Sidney,” I told him easi- and aroused, long legs —oh, and ly. I leaned back and waited. Dim’s like that. I mean to say, there is a words came pouring out to fill my second factor. The guilt feelings re- air-conditioned cave, while his tained from childhood. These girls thin-featuied face jumped and are clearly willing and eager, with twitched in agitation. I had to ad- faces of passion, dressed as a man mit that he formulated his theory might have—commanded, so that ^te clearly. they can go 8 FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION

“Take it easy, Dr. Dinas!” I Dims sat back and wiped his CKied. The poor man was red and forehead, and I nodded again. He’d breathing hard. I let him calm about summed it up. I suppose it dcram for a mmule or two. would be hard to convince a Itfe- “Ahem. Science fiction is too long fan of Ins theory. Anymore lioh and complex a field to analyze than you could convince a prize- completely, but certainly in a large fight fan that he was sublimating number of stories, the reader is en- his blood-lust. Fortunately, Fd tranced by swift action, the sweep switched to sex magazines quite a of reason and experiment, the few years ago. deep complex concepts. This is an “'The pmnt about guilt is valid, escape from our own world of you know. In spite of all this talk bumbling progress, confused issues about pure research, most scien- and tremendous organizations tists are convinced the space and n^ich require submission and obe- defense efforts will not help many dience, and return boredom and people on the earth.” money.” He paused. “In fact, there's a "S-F appeals particularly to growing recognition of this in S.F. scirajtists. Anyone who’s worked in It’s generated an ugly counter- expesknental science or engineer- trend. And it’s growing,” said Dims ing is familiar with the stumbling “More and more stories where ai^ groping, the mistakes, the planets are destroyed (usually waste, the projects and theories with larger beams), where the that don’t pan out, die bureauc- masses are portrayed as degenerate j:acy. Not to mention the insignifi- and inferior. There's an excuse of cant, exacting and tedious work many space civilizatioos, so you which most scientists and engi- can cauterize at least one world. neers wind up doing. ‘Who’s civilized anyway?’ says the “So the first point is clear. Many space hero. scientists and technologists must “Clearly this is an hysterical find escape from their work. As one guilt compensation, a fantastic de- of them put it, ‘in the stories the fense against the plain fact that bil- eiqje'iments work out.’ lions are being spent on bombs and “Guilt, the second point, is also satellites and space bases, while fairly obvious. Just look at all the most human beings are starving Negros, American Indians, and and miserable.” Japanese in diese space stories. I put my cigar in the ashtray Who cares if they all starve to and leaned across the desk, looking death in real life! Look at all the hard at Dims. “AB right, doctor,” 6111 thev’re having in the Space I said forcefully. ‘That’s our anal- Patrol!”' ysis. I figured about as much from ”

THE EARTH MERCHANTS 9 looking over our Dr. Manheimer. leveled out; around me the other The question is, what do we do passengers slept, read or watched with it?” stereo-vision with their own bino- "Well, of course,” said the little ular-sets. Pampered and protected, man, “we could tell the truth.” the most coddled people on earth. "Ha! You really are an optimist!” Over two billion would go hungry I laughed. “Let’s be reasonable. this night. You know damn well we’ve got to I slumped in the diair. I was use indirection and manipulation." getting fat, getting old, getting “Of course, of course,”— said the ugly. I had never been handsome little guy. “Let me see ” His eyes or strong. I realized that my second grew vacant. “Well, any escape year in engineering school, it was mechanism is unnatural, otherwise one reason I quit. Why spend my it wouldn’t be an escape mechan- life sweating over drafting boards, ism. It isn’t perfect, it’s not the burning my fingers with a soldering original psychic apparatus. There- iron, going blind reading technical fore there’s a tension set up. If we joiunals, so a laser beam could could manipulate— this synthetic torch a continent half a minute tension faster, or another of those hand- "Sure, pah you’ve practically got smne blond gods that rode the cap- it already,” I told him. "Let me have sules could land (Hi Mars a we^ a full proposal in a weds or so. sooner? Vicarious pleasure? Not Fine.” for me! I shook his htmd and sent him I had had a wonderful time in on his way. 'Things were going fiire! the early Peace Corps, it was the greatest experience of my life, after On the Sight back from Seattle my dearest Phong. It’d been magni- two months later I fell into a deep ficent there, sweating and strug- depression. Things were going gling in the jungles (working with well; the first mathmnatical model people, for God’s sake!) making of the situation had been submit- love in the dusk and under the ted to the Agency of State’s com- stars, and it was there it had finally puters, I had the first projections in come to me. The work was honest, my briefcase. I was no operations at least; I wasn’t just another plug- research expert, but as a vector psy- in engineer scurrying each day to chologist, I knew something of Ms little office in the missile plant. sociomath; I could understand I shouldn’t feel guilty about the them. Project Earth Merchants had project, but in an unpleasantly been operational just sixty days, deep way I did — it had been my half of that at a deep level. idea. Internal schisms in govern- ’The big ramjet climbed and then ment aren’t unknown; there were I

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the inferservice rivalries back in had been good for some things. the 1950s, and before that the The orbital relays and weather Army and die A.E.C. fought it scanners were useful, a few re- out for the control of atonuc search projects had panned out. weapons. And there’re about a But astronautics was lunacy, now bilhon cases from civics that I at any rate. Wak till a moon forget. Still, the knowledge of voyage didn’t cost billions; better, just what I was setting up made wait till it didn’t mean deprivation me uneasy. No one had ever set for millknis. How could men travel up one government ^ffiucy for the out into the cosmos, travel closer ex|Nress purpose of sabotaging an- to God perhaps meet other intelli- o^er before. But I was right— gences, when they did so at the price of torturing their brothers? knew I was right ! I pulled out the computer results. Nothing of moral good ewild come They were a smear in the cone of of voyages at such a price. radiance on my lap. I put on my Let the stars and planets wait. I heavy glasses, and on impulse let the chak fold back, and slept. puHed a personnel transfer card “This is from my jacket. I’d run this to suit a moral issue, and we are making the wrong choiee. To race the myself! The heU with playing it Russians to the moon, and let our cdd safd The operations research anal- people live on almost nothing is im- yst’s name was on the report. I moral. The moon is not science—not didn’t need any of his mathemati- bread. It is a circus. The astronauts cal goobledegook. I scrawled his are the gladiators. It’s lunacy, I say.” name and classificatimi code on the —Dr. Leo Szilard punchcard. The organization was nxiaMzed; no one but us would II know for years, maybe forever. People like Manhefaner and dopey The bright young man smiled Dims I could handle; soupy socio- across the conference room at me. mathematicians with overriding Most of the other faces in the room powers on my directives were some- were cheerful too, or at least gave thing else. Besides, I had twenty that appearance. The main excep- times the intuition he did. tion was my young friend. Dr. The rams were silent, we were Oliver Manheimer. The ex-space on the other side of their sound. scientist was glaring at me angrily. Most of the other passengers were In a way, his face was very like the asleep. I extinguished my lamp. first time I’d seen it, at Cape Ken- It was a clear night. The stars nedy half a year before. Only two came forth slowly. things kept him in check. One was I looked right up at them. Space my early statement that everything — —

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he would hear at this conference bunch of television spectaculars would be explained. The second, and drawling team-heros. A lot of and much more important, was crap.’’ sitting prettily beside him, ravish- “Excuse me,” said one of the ing as ever — His new wife. Chien- men from the advertising agency Shiung’s face glowed wh«i he look- we’d hired, "but that doesn’t seem ed at her. to carry much impact.— Of course, The young man said; “Since with intellectuals ” he let his most scientists believe th»nselves voice trail off.

to be rational, we’ve chosen to ap- “Oh, that’s not the way it’s going peal to them with the following out in the mailings,” said the young — ’’ fiiree arguments man, grinning. He picked up a He pulled placards up from the form letter and read from it, sing- floor and placed them on an easel song by his chair. "Dear nuclear physicist; "One. That the money being in- Did you spend six years sweat- vested in space flight is out of all ing out your doctorate so you'd proportion to the probable bene- have to do without an accelerator fits. The idea is that we could get for fundamentai, basic particle re- nearly as much useful data out of a search, so some space jockey could much more modest program. As it burn it up flying to Venus?

is, analysis is almost seven years ‘Xh listen to Ais one,” he cried, behind the millions of miles of tele- waxing enthusiastic. “Dear Math- metering tape we’ve got. ematician; "Second: That scientific bene- "Are you wasting your best crea- fits are negligible in any case. Just tive years? Too bad you couldn’t think of what you could do with get that grant to study at the Sor- all the billions being spent on the bonne, but we had to send some Apollo III Project. All the fellow- thermometers and movie cameras ships, all the research grants, all and other junk out Neptune-

. the new schools. All Einstein and way . . Descartes and Galois needed were “How does Ais one sound?” pencil and paper. These crazy space "Dear Professor; — ’’ nuts want to spend billions “Not too many of your students “Go on, please,’’ I told him. interested in research these days, “Just skip the dramatics were eh? Can't realty blame ’em, though, already sold.’’ there’s a lot more of the long green "Third: That it’s just not worth in building robot freighters for our ’’ the effort on any basis; That all moon base — that we’U get out of this whole mess A couple of Ae people at Ae and all we’ve gotten so far, is a table were chuckling. The copy- ” ——" — "

12 FANTASY AMS S0IEN4X FICmM wiitra:, who didn’t appear very majors. Oh well, you don’t count modest by nature, picked up some anyhow. You’ve never even been to more cards. the orbital station — "Of course,” he continued, “with I couldn’t seem to understand the scientists you at least have to the young fellow wry well, but I pretend to be rational. On some of nodded at him and let him sit these others, though, we just let down. I could feel a headache ourselves go coming tm, they were getting more “Dear Housewife; and more frequent nowdays. I “Would you like to see a man turned to Dims, and motioned for fly to Mars, if it meant your little his report. He stood. I could see baby might die of CANCERI It’s great dark circles under his eyes, horrible, but the money that might and his frame was thinner than his be spent on cancer research will be usual bird-like dimensions. It made squandered on lunatic schemes to him look alien, like some kind of travel— gras^opper or (me of those sand "Listen to this one things the robots found on Mars. “Dear Elder Citizen; ’ “We have continued our pro- "Hungry? Too bad that your so- gram— ” he b^an in a whi4}ec, cial security allotment is so small, dien cleared his diroat and ccm- but fust think, six months ago an tinued hoarsely. “Our program aOronaut circled Mars. He had a our initial assumptions. According steak dinner the ni^t before he to the sociomathematical results blasted off— and our own crude polls, they have “ —or this been astonishingly effective. I be- “DearCitbcen; lieve that we’ve made contact with “Worried about automation? a basic element in the current per- Don’t be seared. There's now a man- sonality, though our work with ap- ned satellite around the Moon. Too phcations has left us little time for bad the money couldn’t go for re- further basic work with the con- training the unemployed, espciatty cepts.” if they go ahead and install that He scrabbled around wid!i the new computer where you work. Oh papers in front of him. well, you can always have a break- "The basic theme, of course, is down—nearly one out of ten in that space flight and certain mili- Fmtress America does these days. tary functions are sublimations But you may not get much atten- and vicarious activities. The no- tion. Medical and psychiatric tion has taken many forms. Uh, students can’t get scholarships and here," he said, picking up some goverenment loans and Civil Serv- scraps; “Why is a trip to tlm mo(m ice Summer jobs— like astronautics like self-abuse?” THE EARTH MERCHANTS 13

He told US, and set the statistical analysis back in the late people at the conference table guf- 60s, many had seen it as the final fawuig. I grinned myself, and tool needed to construct a scientif- Manheimer nearly blew his eye- ic society. Who could have realiz- balls out in self-control. ed that it would be applied so often Despite Dims’s weary voiee, the that the original, painfully-con- jokes set us roaring. “What did the structed models of society would missile button-pusher tell his girl become inaccurate and useless? friend?” “How did the I.B.M. Sociomath was still a valuable tool machine make its progranraer ob- for the social scientist, but the best solete?” “Why did the space tech- it could do in this topsy-tuivy nologist wear two sliderules?” world was make crude approxima- Dims' psychologists had touched tions and predictions about social somethittg in the basic nature of forces. modern man. The trouble was, I I swalbwed half a dozen pfils became frightened when I tried to and turned my attention back to think about what it was. the conference. “ I was so tiredl Destroying a na- — try to chaoBel these new tional institution takes a tremen- energies into some creative pat- dous effort. Just think about how tern,^ Dims was saying, deadly big a campaign you’d need to dis- weary. His face was a landscape of creet baseball or mom’s apple pie. pain. The littfe psychiatrist had And to control the wild side reac- been working terribly hard. His dmw, the effort had to g® up ex- lurd-thia hands fluttered feebly as ponentially with time. he talked. I stared at the Agency of State “We’ve attempted to do this at computer analyses before me. They all levels, restricted as we are by were now so complex, so larded the convention® of government. with details and extra dimensions These advertisemeiits for the Agen- for counter-trends, that I could cy of State were worked up by the barely understand them. AD I Art Department, and will appear eould see were doaens oi curves in many newspapers and trade with ex in their functions. In terms joumels across the country.” of society and real life, I now had He lifted two new placards up no idea what the sociomath pre- onto the easel. I put on my tiiiek dicted. I reminded myself to requi- old glasses, and stared at them. sition another operation researcher Their semantically arranged copy and sighed. was hard to figure out; for a wl^ When sociological mathematics they appeared to be the ravings of a was synthesized out of operations lunatic. Then all at once they snap- research, macro-economics and ped into focus, and the brilliance 14 FANTAST ANB SCIENCE RCtlON of Dims and his co-workers beamge ginem consider themsehm idea- clear. hsts. "It has only lunited appeal^ YOU can’t be I.OCKSD UP FOR however. Most engineering graife WHAT you're THINEINg! are very conservative. They're in- Peace depends on our ^ihty to terested in security, safety, retite- the only fight a war. Fatadoaocaliy, mont benefits. For them we de- stay free is to study and leam way to signed this one: and {dan how to kill and destn^ and murder. The better we^Knts you bufid, the more you contribute what’s the matter, to fraedom. So, knowing aB about SNCTNESR? slaughter and deattuction and mor- Feel stuck in a rut? der and death, by devotkig your Fed lost in tiie herd? life to thinking about kdling and Fed ^geonholed, forgotten, castxatwg and buimi^ and hating, exploited, abused? you ns^e a s^at c<»tribation to Don’t kid yoms^ peace, love, freedom, and our way That’s not what’s boAecing you. of life. k<5 Gonvenient to regard It's that you're tired of budding preparation for hatted as an act of Beken and researching RagnanM lore, so you cm kill and kiss and A recent study by psycfaologitts cams and set afiee with burning showed that engine«ting is one (d gaadiae and emlKace and ^ove fai the most masculine professions. a fumaee and . . . Se if you're a tech tool, yon'ie not Dear sctantttt or engineer: If you afraid to get up on your bind legs woidd Idle to find yourself taildwg and fisteR to some faetsl like this, ^d tbi^dng like dxb, It's a fact: that 80% of ail en- read ns further. We are not for gineeis are busy thinking op ways you. Odierwise, uhy not oonsidrY to commit genodde. employmeat wifh the Agency of It's a fact: that spending five State. We don’t pay much, hut we days a week, eight hours a day guarantee fobs in which you will figuring out how to kiU peofple can never have to plan how to kiU any- min your health —both physically body. and mentally. It's a fact: that engineering "A lot of the space research is compani^ don’t Uke lo say it, but for weapons, and a lot of the big tisey'ze basicaBy m the business of space eompoiies »e weapons findhag new ways to mds people mafaecs,” said Dims in a tired voice. (he. Ids a fact; that you know tiiis, “This sort ctf stiiff is very effective and you know it down deep, and with them, especially so vrith the maybe it’s bothering you. technieal pec^e. We’re also plan- Therefore, if you’re a man—if ning to put h into the student you’re a hiunan being—you want journals— a very few stude^ en- to get out of Murder, Inc., for your ”

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own good, and for the good of unhappy with the ‘team concept’, humamty. of modem technology, the idea of Therefore, we urge you to con- a vast mass antheap surging blind- sider taking a position that desds ly forward.” witib people, and fries to make peo- “The hatred of the team,” he con- ple happy. Perhaps it will make yOu happy. tinued smoothly, “has reached its contact: The Agency of State ultimate stage in the ‘space team*. Underground, D.C. Most space scientists can’t really Fortress America believe this common goal baloney. They know their pleasure is vicar- Dims took down tlie placarek. ious, that when you get down to “These are only our first approadh- the countdown, that only one guy es” he murmured, “we’ll have to will ride the gantry crane elevator cheek them —against the norms of to that padded pressurized cabin behavior in ’’ his face turned just behind the nosecone. The rest vrhite suddenly, he sat down. of the ‘team’ will be sitting in “Excuse me, Allan,” he said in front of their tv's, just like every- the shocked silraice. "I’m not feel- body else. ing very— well. If I might be ex- “This particular approach was cused used in the following piece; "Certainly, Sidney,” 1 told him, my head nodding stiffly. The old COME ON NOW, SHEp! man limped out of the conferenee we’re not KH)S anymore room, a bedrag^ed sparrow. I “There is only one word that most appropriately describes the group glanced at Manbeimer, but his eyes of scientists, engineers, and techni- were unreadable. cians that I have worked with on ‘Tf I might continue where Dr. the Mercury program— they are a f^aas left off,” said a red-headed team.” ^^ow. His voice was high and — AlanB. Shepard, nasal, but he moved with assur- America’s first Astronaut ance. “My group has carried the caaqiaign out along the orginal Come on Now, Shep! lines of development.” You don’t have to give us that! u e’re just dopey en- He stood, a h£frd, heavy man. We know gineers and egg-head scientists. "Go on,” I taid him. My brain We know we’re not good for much, seemed to be an fire. othermse why do you need thou- “Our group,” he said slowly, sands of us to biiild your crazy “started on the original premise space rockets? that scientists read escape fitora- But at least show a little respect! ture because they are dissatKified. At least say we did something We concluded Aat scientists are by ourselves, each alone! 16 FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION

Okay, you can have the glory. paign. There’re limericks, whisper You can have the spreads in life. campaigns, dirty jokes. Did I tell But at least say the truth! We you why the astronaut cancelled built your ship, we counted down his subscription to Playboy? I’ll tell for you, we hauled you out of the you after the meeting. ocean, for God’s sake! Give us "A lot of the things the depart- something, even if we are a bimdi is doing don’t even un- of crazies and neurotics and robots. ment we Come on, Shep! derstand ourselves. They were programs outlined by the socio- ‘TWe’s a lot of hatred and self- mathematical computers at Seattle. hatred hi this stuff,” commented Manipulating certain stocks, and the red-beaded man sullenly. “But arranging for a few government what do you expect? There’s plenty employees to be fired or trans- of it in any vicarious experience. ferred, or setting up our new aid Do yon think the fellow that has jHTOgram in southeast Asia. But die to buy a sex magazine doesn’t hate computers suggested these things Inmself because he hasn’t got a real would help to magnify the basic lover? Do you think the student or effect, so we’re doing ’em. engineer who reads S.F. does it "This brings us to our main without knowing that he’s found probfem, N.A.S.A.’s Project Levia- his work in the sciences a tedious than,” said redhead. ‘Til let my chore? Let’s not kki ourselves.” associate from the advertising busi- The led-headed man paused, ness explain the situation.” breadiiag hard. He looked around The copywriter stood again, his the conference room. Most of the expression serious. The space agen- staff was regarding him evenly. cy has become aware of owr efforts,” Somehow in my sight, the room be said slowly, “and is preparing seemed to swell and retreat, the a counterblow centered around cigarette smoke, the mahogony the upcoming Project Leviathan table, the beautiful Eurasian ex- laimching. Our behavioral scien- ecutive secretaries, the whisper of tists have shown that this is cru- the air conditioners and the faint cial — if Leviathan doesn’t cmne off whiff of incense. NASA is probably finished." I was getting sick. I looked down Everyone around the table look- at the impossible mathematics in ed concerned. I did myself, though my lap. made no sense. All I mostly from my headache. Every- could see were climbing curves, one in the talk trades, I knew, soon most of them projected straight up acquires a good deal of stage tech- in a week or two. nique. “Of course,” said the redhead. “Think about the names of the “This is only one level of the cam- spaceships for a moment,” said the THE EARTH MERCHANTS 17 copywriter eamesdy. “The PR “But the NASA boys aret^t go- people at NASA were very clever ing to have it as easy as that. Heie's about Aem. The first ships had what we’ve got planned for .’’ names like the Liberty Bell and them. . . Freedom Seven and Motherhood and Chastity. Who could criticize Hours later I rose to my feet. freedMn or the Lfi>erty Bell? "All right,’’ I said, my head “The nejct stage was to give the throbbing. “According to the com- craft names that appealed to our puter plots, the next month is aspirations, our ideals of adventure; when OHT operaticm Is goii^ to floMgcr and Fioneer, Scout and peak out for good or bad. This Apollo and Davy Crockett. is when we wreck NASA and "What the NASA boys have ‘Murder, Inc.’ for good, or they been dcang is gradually manipulat' knock us off. We’re fighting for ing these feelings and attitudes. the eardi, people. Everyone has First they made space flight syn- their instructions. I want you aO onymous with hberty and freedom to do your best.” Everyone mum- and America, so objection was im- bled something. "Meeting is ad- possible. Now that most people ap- journed.” prove of the rocket nuts, they’re 'The staff shambled or ambled building an image that ‘space is the or gamboled towards the exits. only frontier left,’ and space flight Mmihekner and his wife came up the only vaguely positive thing our to me. I managed half a dozen civilization can accomplish. more pills while my back was "Leviathan is the third phase. turned, then swung around to Within thirty-six months the rock- face them. eteers have scheduled the com- "What are you dob^, Kadison?” pletion of Project Leviathan, Proj- he cried with wild eyes. ect Gargantua, and Project Behe- I listened to myself in my moudi. Space flight will now be mind. Love, bate, danger, death. as basic as food production. I wanted to use you, boy. Laugh "This isn’t sinister bramwash- and have a good time with your ing and thoirght control, of oourse. wife. Live true. Get out while But it has the same effect. At the you can. I don’t know what’s right end of the program you install a anymore. I’m just trying to save free floating idea in everyone's somethiBg. The spacers will steal mind, like 'Negroes are equal to it all. whites’ or “War is the fault of the But I always insure myself, I munitions mahers'. ft’s not that remembered, from a long time be- these ideas are true or false, it's fore, what I was going to say to that they’re taken for grated. him. 18 FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION

“It’s envious,” I told him. “I’m program. Going out on the noit tr|iiig to oonlrol space fii^t, kill ramship with your wife. Oh, yeah, it, at least for a ^x>d while. Don’t boost you three grades. Very good you understand by now, haven’t job you’ve done for me here." you been listening? It’s ersatz, vi- “Kadison?" he said slowly, the carious, filAy —what’s more, it’s Texas burr fading out and in. His IdUiDg us afl with guilt. Ten mil- face looked funny in the fluro- lion starve to death in Asia or units. South so we cm. send a My body hurt. I had to stand up robot prdbe around Jupiter. Every- strai^t. My roommates were al- one knows it, way down de^, and ways telling me to riand up it’s driving us all nuts.’’ straight, back at M.I.T. He was looldng at me oddly. “No time,” I said. ‘XJet— out fast. Let him. Evar read John Hersey ‘The best "WdH, maybe some «rf the defense may be depertme’—best thin^ you say are so. I gness I for you. Ha! Worst for them. Space shorM have diou^ more abont flyers hate the earth, tiiat’s why the hi^ wide and deep. Trouble they want to get away from it so is, widi my wife here"—and he bad. Can’t stand k. Space flight smfled at her. filial sign of rotten, dewyiBg cul- “Sure, you don’t have to settle ture.” for eesatz, you've |pt real meat He was loiddng at me funny now( Live true, kid— get out be- again, and his eyes moved towards fore you dioke on the sawdust!” the communicator. “Go onl Get He blushed furiously but his pe- oittr I scr^med at ban. tite wSEe was calm. “You’re cur^, "AH right, Kadisen,” be told me. son, but yrni’re no good to me He took his pretty young wife now,” I mrnnbled. Why did every- arotmd the waist, mid the two of thing have to move so fast? I tried them left. to hold thfogs still. Looking at I made it back to my office. him, still big and tough, but hap- pier now. Building a ship to scout If we aqmesce in ^ tilings, Mercury, while his parents were Do not be deceived; slmightered in Asia for their meat. It is because we despise you. It'd be enough to tip the stablest —Anonymous mind. He was just lucky he hadn’t gotten violent and been machine- III gunned down by a security guard. “Listen, sonny,” I told him in a Do or die, or do or die. Levia- r^id, slurring monotone. ‘Tou’re than was two hours from zero. re-assigned. To the new Asian Aid Phone and power service were —

THE EARTH MERCHANTS 19 out, but the Agency of State had long as I just reacted to tilings. its own thennonuclear reactor. Events had become meaningless Events had been moving faster and and random, as enigmatic as the faster, three NASA chiefs had plots and tables of the latest socio- been appointed and had resigned mathematics from Seattle. Most of within the last week. Anti-space the curves pointed straight up. flight mail to Congress and the I was collapsed in the relaxer in president was up enormously my own office. Dirty, sweaty, un- what most people don’t know is shaven, I must have shaken the that most of the mail a public serv- Commissioner of State, though his ant receives is from his supporters, formal diplomatic training had but tens of thousands of an^ citi- been too good to let my froizy dis- zais were “making their voices turb him. heard.” "Are you criticizing me for suc- Our campaigns had proved fan- ceeding^’ I cried at hhn. If I ever tastically effective. As things stood, had any savohre-faire I’d certainly the NASA budget was unlikely to lost it; at the moment I doubted tf be ratified, if the agency itself was I had bus fare. “We both agreed not dissolved. I ran my hand over that this was necessary. Would ra- the reports : College students, with ther have had the science worAlp- placards like 'Tom Build rockets!” pers close us out completely, or the People are starvingl Are you Defense Branch talk the Presidwit crazy!" had picketed the Richard into a pre-emptive strike?" “ Jastrow Space Flight Center at I took a deep breath. —Or Harvard. Thousands of recruits for even if they didn’t, sooner or later the Peace Corps and the Agency of the poor starving whipped beggars State had stormed our offices. We’d on the other side of the globe given them an absolute minimum would’ve attacked. We’ve got to of training and sent them out on realize that we’re on the side of all the ramjets we could requisi- life, and the 'hot-jets’ boys want to tion from the Defense Branch of bum the earth sterile and start the government. There were strikes over.” at Vandenberg AFB, and a student I put down the latest reports. trainee had sabatoged the Sandia Red-headed Millhouse (he’d taken fusion reactor. over when Dims had been hospital- I glanced at my watch. An horn: ized), was setting up a massive and forty-five minutes until Levia- campaign against “spin off.” He than fired. had definite, conclusive proof that There was a pattern to this, but the only useful byproduct of the I didn’t know it and didn’t want space flight program in the last five to figure it out. I was all right as years was a new kind of brassiwe. —”

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an. application of weaving plastics cial structure, accepted, normal for tanks. it’s nearly impossible to destroy. "Billions for the moon, because The text example is an old law the work will have byproducts for which says you’ve got to mail a no- medic^ research? Why not bil- tice of benefit cancellation to peo- lions for medical research — it’s just ple who die on Social Security. It as fikely to have byproduets for took fifty years to get that one off space flight!” the first ad read. It the books. was a swell noticm, but a waste. Ac- “While space flight is a freaky cording to tbe sociomath, space experiment we can knock it —off. fl^t would be settled one way or Once everyone takes it in stride die other, in the n^t hour and a “And now,” said the announcer, half. “we take you to Cape Kennedy I switched on the television set. Spaceport, where the countdown is A pietnre built up on the scr^n, proceedkig on Project Leviathan. three dimen^ons and color, Take it away. Leviathan Control!” beamed down from the spiimlng I could hear the chiding, subtle wheel of orbital relays. The trade- tones of one of NASA’s best propa- mark of the space communioatioiis gandists as the cameras panned monopoly burned before me, a around the blockhouse. “Waiting climbing rocket, burnished and for fulfillment,” he murmured erot- spouting flame. Any psychologist ically, “here, where the work of the coidd’ve instantly explained the great teams of manpower and symbolism. brainpower is about to be consum- The space agency was preparing mated. The lust for adventure, the a (I flattered myself) desperate passion for discovery, the burning, psychological counterblow. They driving ecstasy of science! Yes, were putting evcrythmg on a sin- space flight is die destiny of every gle grandstand play, the launch- true man!” ing of their biggest ship, the Levia- “Minus one hour,” someone said than. The countdown had been flatly. featured in die news for weeks as I scratched my armpit as the the beginning of regular, econo- cameras shifted around. The doz- mically feasible space travel. ens of technicians and engineers, “The regularity is the critical their beads crammed into head- phrase,” the adman had told the phones, most of them in teesbirts Koateience. “I don’t know how or sportshirts, smoking or mutter-

much you know about sociomath ing to each - other to low tones.

but it’s a basic principle of elemen- Winking lights, flipping, flicker- tary sociolo^ &at once an institu- ing indicators. A tremendous plas- tion gets regularized into the so- tic plotting board, with “Project — ” ”

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Leviathan Control —National As- mous technology that nunbled tronautics and Space Administra- blindly forward and up—a vehi- tion” spelled out on it. I looked at cle for the hates and horrors and the faces. fears and guilts that towered I was looking for signs. against the sky. Hate your We were not going to use vio- mother, cheat your brother, afraid lence unless we had to. Our first of girls — don’t worry, as long as line was still psychological, and you design a good nosecone, you’re during the previous three weeks we a wonderful guy I bad pumped enough psychic ener- “Thirty minutes,” someone mur- gy into Cape Kennedy and the sur- mured tensely. rounding area to make that block- Like an army, like a mob, like a house a giganlSc psychological time- firing squad — great organizations bomb. let the individual sulnnerge him- Our ads in magazines and news- sdf; allowed hkn to displace his papers and on the mass media, the fears by blowing the buoyancy student demonstrations and pro- tanks of his hopes. — tests, were only part of it. Space “Our Leviathan astronauts flight had been denounced as un- cried NASA’s voice, “in the final patriotic and contrary to the inter- moments of countdown!” ests of the United States by the Shot of chaos, gleaming silver American Civil Liberties Union, and sweating faces, contrd panels, and the A.A.A.S. Several western then your mind straightened out schools had revoked the degrees of the picture and you could see it engineers and scientists at the was the big ship’s control cabin, Cape. SANE and the Mothers the astronauts in their sflvercd suits, March for Peace had taken stands blond, red-headed, smiling hand- against the rocket men. Even a some young fellows. Propaganda few industries that used computers tricks! Illusions for public con- and transistors had boycotted those sumption! The Chosen for Whom firms which served the spacemen. We All Must Labor. I recalled the picture of an “Minus —fifteen minutes, stand- emaciated child in one of our ef- by holding forts. Just his picture, a full nage “Re-commence countdown. Le- among the fiery phalluses of Mis- viathan," said a voice. "Orbital sta- siles & Spaceships Magazine . . . tions report fli^t plan clear and A tremendous clock with one ready to track you.” red hand was unwinding slowly. That explained it. The space Engineer, scientist, craftsman agency was using all the facilities each of their hundreds of talents it had under its ovra control. This mixed and blended in an enor- television appeal itself would’ve 22 FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION

probably been impossible except I thought of the die-hard space tbat NASA coBtroHed the sateMe enthusiasts who would curse us for relays. They’d stopped aU Agency what we were doing to this proud of State propaganda, but we didn’t thing. We don’t hate it because it have to convince anyone outnde is a phaHtts. I thoi^ht. We hate it Foiferess America. because it's the only one we were "Minus ten minues. Leviathan." allowed. Manheimer and his wife were “Two minutes. Leviathan!" somewhere in the western Pacific. Far away a tremendous crowd;

He'd written me she was ill, but he unnecessary personnel, wives and Knew enough of my feelings to also families, sight-seers, waited in si- beast of his work on a dam project lence. The cameras swung back to on one of the islands. Honest work, the big rocket, crowd again, Levia- an honest life; he’d be okay. No than Control. I strained my eyes. longer a crazy pyramid buil^. Did a cheek twitch, a pair of hands "Nine minutes, Levtathmnl shake over their console? The Counting!” ship again, as the countdown un- I looked around the blockhouse. wound through the final seconds. Did some of the men have strange, “Three, two, one, zero, ignition, pained expressions? But that could lift off!” just be from the ordinary tension, A snort of fire, a cloud of va- as the shoot neared its final min- pour, a tremendous roar that utes.'The next couple of moments blanked out everything for a mo- would decide if our psychologists ment. Fire torched out of Levia- and psychometricians bad judged than, and she climbed for the sky. correctly. The pickups switched back to Psychologists and psychometri- Project Leviathan Control. There cians. People-scientists, earth were a few cheers in the block- scientists. house, but they sounded odd. The “Six minutes. Leviathan." engineers studied their instru- Leviathan stood alone on her ments and peered through peri- pad, a monstrous thing, all gleam- scopes. A few closed their eyes. ing metal, burnidied and painted. It’s g^t to happen now! I The culmination of the labor of strained to myself. millions, who could derive only Mark twenty, twenty-four, the most indirect pleasure from it. twenty-eight," someone was chant- A pyramid, a carved mountain, a ing louifly somewhere. A klaxon gceat church mortaxed with human hooted, and a dozen started wfld- blood, a momssent to men’s gudt ly. Some of the faces were drawn. and self-hatred. This proves we are A lot more seemed politely uncar- worthy! ing. ” II ”

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"Goofed, I goo—propulsion sys- Aey stole our good times! Kill ’em!” tem failure]” wailed someone in "Help, leave ok alcme,— help, the interphone. "Correct or acti- leave me alone, help vate akeraate system!” "A-okay, what’s a-okay? I just “Why bother?" came another keep pushing this button and they voice anonymously. "Scrap this.” fly away. I’ll drop dead some day Two pec^ began laughing hys- and they11 get someone else to tericjJly. push the button!" “Interphcme discipline, inter- “Blow ’em apl ’Destruct ’em, the ph(me (hsdpBne!” rotten snobs, Earfli ainl; good “Abort youJ” fflou^ for ’em!” ‘^ject module gemma-six of “Widt pleasure!” cried the De- soIid-pHqjellent—stan&y to re- stmct Officer. "I’d like to Uow up ignitei” five million of these space nuts! “Get someone else to do it!” Call us ground crawlers! Ill fix “Leave me alone, leave me alone, you guys!" he screamed. hdp, he^, help]” The televisicm screen, which “Those gays are rigjit—spend had goiK blank, ctoseupped a big the money mi parks and fun— hairy hand grabbing a big fat red haven't h^—a g^d time sinoe my handle labeled DESTRUCT!” Sophomoje From all over the room, and the "This is Levtalhan! Do some- observation post atoag the shore thing, do somadiing, (to anything]” oame screams; “Crarii, baby, Help youEseff, teammate— crash!” “Make it crash!" "Destruct didn’t get any of that Life money!” tbm!” “Crash, crash, crarii, oash!” “Sta^<&y to destruct!" rumbled “We thought you guys were all a Brooklyn voice. "Eject, beros]” part of the team!” criecl the voice ‘Destruct, desfaruct, blow 'em to from out of the sky. The last words hell, the rotten crooks!” disappeared in a (dot of static. "Yeah, Aey stole our money. The static also covered the reply

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24 FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION of tke Destruct Officer. But as a Sat. rotteu banana, trailiag, scat- capable Bp leader, let me state it tering, drifting, gone, clouds and was two words of one syllable eadi. v^or trails all tb^ were left. Not The camera men worked fast. very far away, her passenger cap- The picture changed to the climh- sule ms drifting down towards the ffig Leviathan, a midge against the heaving sea under a dome of red blue, pulsing, shrieking, going up. and white canvas. Copters reved Telephoto lenses closed the dis- and slid up and out after it. tance. On the screen, the last traces The explosive charges let go in of vapour faded and then disap- quick succession. The space rocket peared. LeviMhan climbed and climbed My stomach felt the fiery grip of furd eHmbed away, then her ven- an ulcer, and I sobbed as I reached tiuies seemed to expand until she forward and turned the set off. was trailing a great cone of fire. Would it work? I’d won—^but what She was still brilliant in the sun- had I won? A migrain lanced my light, golden and pure and straight skull. I clung for a moment to my and true as she went up and up and hopes. There could be a compro- up and up and up, unmanned now, mise worked out eventually, a give but there was more fire and more and take. There were those who and more. A double cone of bright- might naturally want the stars — ness, silver and gold, and she remembered a inght long ago, ly- climbed and something fell away, ing on my back and staring at their and some more. But she was still faint pricks of color; how long had beaiitiful. And she was swinging I suppressed that memory? Where, over and a little more and more, how long ago, had it begun? Ear- parallel with the ground and sea, lier than my Peace Corps days, raoiag above earth, plunging on- then? I put my shaking hands to ward, and then she dropped and ray head. It was over now; finished. the Leviathan exploded like a big I passed out.

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25 Mr. Young has had his distinctive stories collected in the recently published THE WORLDS OF ROBERT F. YOUNG (Simon and Schuster). His newest story for us is this surprising and charming account of the Past Reconstruction Corps, and of PRCman 3rd class. Archer Frend.

ROMANCE IN AN ELEVENTH- CENTURY RECHARGING STATION

by Robert F. Young

Archer Frend was far from in a place-time classified by the being an old band at time-teavel- Past RecoBstructiOH Corps as “The ing, but he wasn’t OHactly a nov- Age of Gaul”, and he had been in ice at it either. As a result whoi such a hurry to leave that be had the gray trans-era void through neglected to recharge the unit be- whidh his time-suit was propelling fore setting out. The PRC, he him started to flicker when he stiU knew, would not let such an over- bad some fifteen centuries to go, sight go unpuni^ed, and he could he was both alarmed and unafraid count on being called on the car- —alarmed because he had never pet mere moments after his ar- “run oat of gas” before, and un- rival in the twenty-sixth century; afraid because he knew that the and as there was a distinct possi- electronic station-index with bility of his losing his hard-won which his suit was equipped would rating of PRCman, 3rd class, he automatically shunt him to the was not only alarmed and unafraid nearest recharging station before —he was unhappy, too.

the last of the energy in ' the The flickering slowed as his mo- suit’s Contra-Hour-&-Age-Power- mentum decreased, and scrambled Pac gave out. sequences of land and sky began Ordinarily, the CHAPP would to materialize, alternated by have been bursting vrith energy, splotches of blacknesses scarred by but Archer had just spent three stars. The bransition was all the trying months correlating events more disquieting in this case be-

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ROMANCE IN AN ELEVENTH-CENTURY RECHARGING STATION 27 cause it involved spatial as well as Great Lakes swamp, so he didn’t temporal orientation, the one nec- know. essitated by the sideways drift set The twenty-sixth century was up by the electronic station-index sort of a gray world when you and the other by the slowing-down came to think of it. Living in it, process brought about by the dwin- you weren’t aware of the grayness; dling of tl^ contra-hour-&-age en- but when you got to know a few ergy. It was anything but a pleas- green worlds you couldn’t help but ant experience, and it would have notice the difference. The twenty- disconcerted a veteran; Archer, sixth century was a city, really — who, as before stated, was not one, vast sprawling affair built upon felt like kissing the ground of the the ruins that had survived the In- fittle forest-clearing that the flut- terregnum. Acreages bad been set terings of nights and days and the aside for farms, of course, but crawlings of scrambled sky and somehow the farms never seemed landscape at last gave way to. to get very green —not even in The clearing was a good-sized summer. Something had gone out one, and it was prodigally pud- of the soil, the eeperts said. Or dled with early-morning sunshine. something had gotten into it. No The luxuriance of the grass and one knew quite what, though, and the pale greenness of the leaves of probably no one ever would. the micompassuig trees revealed This ^een world was about the the season to be spring, and a loveliest that Archer had ever chill, but far from cold, morning seen. wind laden with the fragrance of He sort of wished he didn’t wild flowers emphasized the won- have to leave it. drous fact. Birdsong was every- The wish scared him, and he where, and the singers themselves brought himself to time in a hur- were daubs and streaks of color ry. This was no way for a PRC- among the trees and against the man, 3rd class, to be behaving. blue unclouded sky. Before becom- Instead of daydreaming, he should ing a PRC field-worker. Archer be bending his every effort toward had never seen a bird, and he still getting back to the world where he hadn’t gotten over them. Not that belonged so he could turn in his there wasn’t any in the twenty- report and thereby enable it to be sixth century; it was just that what incorporated with the rest of the flew there were knew enough to data thus far accumulated by mod- keep clear of people, and did. It em mankind in their attempt to was said that the Great Lakes fill the hiatuses of recorded his- swamp was full of them, but tory. Ashamed of his apostasy, he Archer had never been to the activated the Frimpkin-counter, 28 FANTAST and SCIENCE FICTION which was also part of the equip- whatever age he happened to be ment of his time-suit, and began visiting. It accomplished this by turning slowly around. means of an illusion-field that The purpose of the instnunent forced the “viewer” to provide the was to detect and count the energy “clothing" himself. If the viewer's activity-rate of the Contra-Hour- emotional state and jnedilections &-Age Recharging Magneto and were such that the “clothing” was by die frequency of the clicks en- unfavorable to the wearer’s wel- able the user to home in on the sta- fare, the illusion-field made what- tion proper where die CHARM ever alterations that were neces- was hidden. In the present in- sary. In the present instance, while stance, the clicks came most rapid- Archer had no way of knowing the ly when Archer faced east, but true nature of his “new clothes”, diey (hdn’t come as rapidly as the awed expression on the cart- diey should have, and this puzzled driver’s face as the awkward vehi- him. However, the important thing cle lurched by informed him that was that the CHARM was in the they were nothing to be ashamed immediate vicinity (the range of of. the counter was less than two A few minutes later he passed miles) ^d could be located within an old woman carrying a bundle of an hour or so. Shelving the mys- twigs. Her awed expression and tery of its less-than-normal activ- obsequious manner indicated that

ity-rate, he set out in search of it. her taste in “clothes" coincided He hadn’t gone far before he with the cart-driver’s. came to a narrow dirt road. It was Not long afterward, looking deeply rutted and abounded in over his shoulder, he saw that the mud holes, but as it led in an old woman was follovring him. easterly direction he decided to The cart-driver had tamed his

foUow it. Presendy he saw a team cart around and was also follow- of oxen apjMroaching. The yoked ing him. Presmitly Archer passed a beasts were drawing a crude four- small roadside cottage, and a few wheeled cart loaded with tinder- moments later a young man and a wood, and cm the driver’s seat sat a yoimg woman and three children middle-aged man wearing a baggy fell in behind him. A second blue suit and a kerchief-like hat. roadside cottage swelled the ranks Archer, however, made not the of his retinue by six more souk, slightest attempt to conceal him- and a fourth, by eight. Judging self. There was no reason for him from the awed expressions on the to, for in addition to its regular followers’ faces, he was regarded chores a time-suit “dressed” the as something of a celebrity. wearer in clothing appropriate to But that was all right. Ihe na- ROMANCE IN AN ELEVENTH-CENTURY RECHARGING STATION 29 tives were welcome to see ban any followed an anfractuous course way they wanted to, so Icmg as they from the gate to the largest of the didn’t interfere with his search. structures, winding among little The road continued on a rea- islands of flowers and green excla- sonably straight coarse, and at mation points of flower-bke trees. length it emerged from the forest. Heat waves, not at all in keeping To his left fields stretched away to with the time of year, seemed to distant hills, and on his right a be rising from the ground, and high hedge rose up, hiding what- buildings, grass, trees, and flowers ever lay beyond it. By this time his had a strange indistinctness about retinue numbered some thirty-five th^—an unreal aspect that dis- persons, and it was obvious from concerted Archer almost as much the way they were jabbering to one as did the realization that in the another and waving their arras land beyond the hedge spring had that they were firmly convinced come and gone some time ago, and that something of great pith and midsummer was on hand. moment was about to take place. He stepped through one of the Archer felt sorry for them in a gaps in the gate — again to the ac- way. He hated to disappoint peo- companiment of an awed gasp ple. from his retinue —and started The hedge remained unbroken walking along the flagstone walk. for several hundred yards; then it Several steps later he felt a faint interrupted itself briefly and gave tug, and a moment afterward the way to a lofty gate. The frequency shimmering effect which he had of the Frimpkin-counter clicks noted a moment ago <&appeared. pointed an invisible finger toward The early-raorning wind was no the (gening, and, certain that the more, and the heat of midsummer CHARM was located somewhere iwas all around him. beyond the hedge, he turned off What strange world was this the road — to the accompaniment that could maintain two different of an awed gasp from his retinue seasons side by side? Archer, in his —and walked boldly up to the role as a PRCman, had run across gate. many a marvel, but he had never It was unguarded, and consist- run across one like this. ed of a pair of ponderous iron He continued walking along the ginlles, many of whose bars bad flagstone path, looking this way completely rusted away. Through and that for some sign of life. He the interstices he saw a vast ex- saw none whatsoever. Not only panse of green and disciplined was the estate devoid of human- grass, and a distant quartet of life, it was devoid of animal-life, exotic buildings. A flagstone path too—or at least it appeared to be. —

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Here weren’t evai any birds, or if air was an orange and purple ban- diere were he could not see them; ner. and not so much as a dngle dog Two of the three smaller struc- came fordi to remind him either tures were similar to the first, and by bite or baric that he was a tres- were connected to it by what ap- passer. peared to be enclosed waScways. He ^anced over his shoulder. The fourth was located behind the His retinue now numbered in the others, and most of it was hidden fifties or the sixties, but it could no from Archer’s sig^it; but he could Imiger properly be called a retinae, see enough of it to ascertain riiat it for its memh^, having come as was constructed of wood, rather far as the gate, apparently had no than of stone, and that it was far

intention of proce^ing beyond it. less prepossessing than its broriiers Cleariy, they were going to watdi and sisters. the show from where riiey stood. The flagstone path ended at the What sort of a show Ad they base of a set of stone steps that led expect to see? up to imposing p(»tal. As he As he drew closer to rite largest drew nearer, Archer saw riiat he building, the clicks of the Primp- bad been wrong in condiading kin-counter stepped up theh tem- that the estate was deserted, for on po— a clear mdication that the ekher side of die portal stood a CHARM was located ehher in the guard dressed in muittedbred building itself or just beyond it. clothing and armed whh a hmce. But considering t^ closeness of Boldly, Archer ascended the the station the firequency still was- steps, confident that the two men n’t what it ^ould have be«i, and would “clodw” him in pretty much a va^ uneasiness beset him. To the same fashion as the other na- counteract it, he focused his atten- tives had. But riie guards, nuich tion on the building. It was in ex- less than “clothing" him, dicfas’t cellent condition, but with its gray even appear to ^e him. They were stone walls and high narrow win- staring straight ahead and stand- dows it was almost as opqHossive ing as sti£9y as two stidcs of wood. as it was impressive. Large, point- Moreover, neither of them was ed knobs, ^ted with wkidows, breathing. rose up from roof, and atop Archer’s first thou^t was that these knobs were odier knobs they were dead. Then he saw bow tiny cmes that Icmked for all the ruddy their cmuplexions were, and world like fat decapitated birds. discerned an awareness of sorts in Atop the larged of the knobs prop- their eyes. He touched one of them er was a slender jmle, and attach^ on the cheek. The man’s face was to it and drooping in the windless as warm as it was rosy. — —

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No, the guards weren't dead eeihnged corridor, he walked down at least net in the ordinary sense it to an mched doorway that gave of the word. In some mystenous into an enormous room that rose fashion, they were alive. almost to the roof. At the farther Archer shragged, and trans- end, a richly e^arisoned couple ferred bis attention to the portal. sat on a huge, thickly upholstered The mystery wasn't in his province couch, and throi^hout the room — it was in the province of the other pet^le either sat on other, CHARMman who had established less imposing, couches, or stood in the station. No doubt it had al- various attitudes. Some of them ready been reported, unless of seemed to be frozen in the midst of course it hadn’t existed when the taking a step, but none of them CHARM had been hidden. either sitters, standers, or walkers “When”, however, presented still —moved so much as a single mus- another mystery. The PRC, in or- cle or made so much as the slight- der to facilitate recharging and to est sound. They were no less dead insure the safety of its personnel, than the two guards—and no less had established stations at tempo- alive, either. ral intervals of 500 years and A gallery ran the gamut of the (except where large bodies of wa- room at a height of about twenty tet interfered) at spatial intervals feet above the floor, and a flight of of 500 miles; but although chro- stone steps led up to it. Beneath nology was computed on an A.D.- the gallery, at the rear of the room, B.C. basis and was simple enough a second arched doorway gave ac- to follow, unless you were capable cess to another room. Stepping in- of supplementing your time-suit’s side for a look around. Archer electronic station index with an found himself confronted with an eidetic spatio-temporal map show- even more curious tableau than the ing the locations of the stations, one he had left behind him. The there was no way for you to ascer- room was clearly a kitchen, al- tain how long any one of them though it bore only the remotest had been in existence. Thus, wldle resemblance to its twenty-sixth Archer knew approximately when century counterparts. In the back- and where he was, be had no idea ground, there was a primitive kon whether die station had been es- stove, and upon its grid lay a large tabhshed yesterday or 500 years ent of meat. Beneath the grid the ago. red flames of a wood fire were dis- The portal was ajar. He pushed cernible, but unlike conventional it the rest of the way open and flames they wese immobile. Beside stepped across the threshold. Find- the stove sat a young girl who was ing himself in a deserted high- holding a feather in each hand and 32 FANTAST AND SCIENCE FICTION cradling a plump, beheaded bird should have soimded. The gallery on her lap. In the foreground was lined with doors, most of them stood a husky woman, and cower- closed; but he paid no attentiim to ing before her was a small boy. them as he passed, bestowing all of The woman’s right hand was rais^ his attention on the clicks. The as though she had been about to clicks remained fairly constant till deliver a blow before she, the boy, he came to the thirteenth door; and the girl had been transformed, then they kicked up a modest along with everyone else in the storm, and he knew he was rea- vicinity, into living statues. sonably close to his objective. Archer walked across the room The door opened upon a nar- to a window at the back and looked row hallway. He thought at first into a large yard. Here and there, that the hallway itself was the sta- phirap birds hke the one the girl tion, for it was more or less typical had on her lap were standing in of the sort of location CHARM- this attitude and that; but al- men, who proceeded on die princi- though diey still had their heads ple that the best hiding place was they were making no sound, and the most obvious one, usually they were no more active than their chose for stations. It was part of a beheaded companion was. Not building that under normal cir- far away stood the wooden build- cumstances functioned as a center ing Archo: had caught only of activity, and yet, judging from glimpses of before, and in front of the dust on its floor and the cob- it, as immobile as the tableau in webs hanging from its ceiling, it the kitchen, stood sis: horses, two was no longer in use and hadn’t cows, and a goat. Just beneath the been for some time, a fact that window three big dogs were lying, made it doubly ideal. However, it but whether they were sleeping or didn’t turn out to be the station dead or neither, he could not teU after all, and after proceeding a from his present position, and saw score of steps he came to a narrow no point in drawing the distinc- flight of stone stairs that wound tion in any case. upward into gloom and more cob- Rrtracing his steps to the first webs. room, he started up the flight of He thought the stairs would stone steps that led to the gallery. never come to an raid, but finally Promptly, the clicks of the Frimp- they did — at the base of a little kin-counter increased in frequen- door. It was ajar, and he needed cy, and by the time he reached the merely to push it the rest of the gallery they sounded comparative- way open to gain entry to the ly healthy at least, although no- chamber beyond. As he did so, a where near as healthy as they small key fell out of the rusted — —

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lock and clattered down the stone clicks, then settled back to its lack- stairs. Aside fron^ his own breath- adaisical seM. ing, it was the first sound he had He performed a few arithmeti- heard since leaving his erstwhile cal calisthmiics. He would have retinue behind him. performed them before if he had The chamber into which he now g^iessed the trutii. The result stag- stepped was quite small, and he gered him: at best, the CHARM judged it to be the interior of one had enough eontra-houE-&-age en- of the “knobs” he had noticed on ergy left in it to take him to the the building’s roof. In the way of beginning of the thirteenth cen- furnitose it cmitained precisely tury. two items; a bed that stood be- But that meant that the device neath the only window, and a had been activated at least a hun- small machine that stood in one of dred years ago! the dusty corners. And throughout those hundred It was as quaint a machine as years it had bcMi pouring out con- Archer had ever seen, and con- tra-hour-&'age energy at a rate of sisted of a wooden wheel mounted at least 400 Fiimpkins a day. upon a three-legged wooden frame. Enough to isolate a small city

Above the wheel, and attached to Or a large estate . . . a small wooden arm, was the ob- No wonder none of the petqile ject of his search. or animals he had seen since he Now he could resume his jour- had come through the gate bad ney to the twenty-sixth century breathed or moved! The entire es- and leave this enchanting green tate had been banished firmn the world behind him. time stream. Stepping forward, he detached The reason he hadn’t been af- the CHARM and clamped it onto fected was that be had come from the Contra-Hour-&-Age-Power- beyond the field whkh the escap- Pac, which was located just above ing contra-hour-&-age energy had the left bre^t-poeket of hs time- established. He was an outsider, suit. The energy-release activator and did not belong in this tiny was hidden in the base of the capsule of reality. CHARM, and after fuiding the He looked at the CHARM close- tiny protuberance he attempted to ly. The activator was cleverly hid- depress it den, and the odds against someone •Only to discover that it had al- finding it by accident were a thou- ready been depressed. sand to one; but such odds were Stunned, he held the CHARM not insuperable, and it had been against die Frimpkin-eounter. The inevitable afl along that someone latter erupted into a series of wild —sometime, somewhere —would —

34 FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION innocendy create a field such as about a hundred people standing this one. beyond it now, and they had seen He deactivated the spindle- him in the window and were wav- shaped device. ing their arms and jumping up Who had activated it? and down. He looked around the room. For Probably the old wives and the the first time, he noticed that there old husbands »nong them were al- was someone fyiag on the bed. ready making the fairy tale up. A girl. He looked down at the girl He went over and gazed down again. She looked back iq) at him. at her. Otace more, his time-suit did hand- She had a heart-shaped face, somely by him, and it was clear and her hair seoned to have been from the expression on her face spun of summer sunlight. He that she thought she was seeing a judged her to be about ei^teen rich man yeacs old. Or maybe even a jntece. Apparentiy, after accidentally He could probably learn her activating the CHARM, she had language and the ways and cus- lain down wd fallen asleep before toms of her day and in no time had come to a stop. time at all. It promised to be fun. As he looked at her, she stirred, He bent down and kissed her and began to breathe, and he knew again, just for good measure . . . that the coDtra-hour-&-age field And the horses in the courtyard was be^aing to disperse. shook themselves; the hounds His lonely years gathered jumped up and wagged their tails; around him Ifice gray ghosts, and the pigeons on the roof pulled out climbed upon his shoulders. their heads from under their wings, He bent down and gave the girl looked round, and flew into die a lass and drove the many years open country; the flies on the wall away. crept again; the fire in the kitchen

She signed . . . and opened burned up and flickered and her eyes. cooked the meat; and the cook They were blue. gave the boy a box on the ear, and Why, it was like a fairy tale, the maid plucked the fowl ready almost. for the spit . . . And in due The midsummer heat gave way, course the marriage of the "King’s and a spring breeze blew through son" with Briarrose was celebrated the window. He looked out across with all splendor, and they lived the trees and the flowers and the contentedly to the end of titeir green gjrass to the gate. There were days. Feto of us can really bring ourselves to be sorry about the sad fate of the sabre-tooth tiger or the extinction of the baluchitherium. The wooly rhinoceros has few friends. But somehow, for some rea- son unknown and undefined, most of us do have an almost nostal- gic attachment to the memory of the mammoth and the mastodon. They probably had vile tempers, smelt bad, tasted gamy, and

doubtless never ate a peanut in their lives. But still . . . And yet

. . . Here is our Stalwart Savant back from Bamangwatoland—or is

it the Matto Grosso?—and all ready to tell us as much about the subject as most of us are capable of knowing.

MAMMOTHS AND MASTODONS

by L. Sprague de Camp

Everybody knows that mam- Middle-earth; his kin that live moths and mastodons are large, sdll in latter days are but memo- hairy relatives of the elephant, ries of his girth and majesty. On which lived long ago. They are he came ... his great legs hke standard props of stories laid in trees, enormous saiUike ears primaeval ages or in a land where spread out, long snout upraised

prehistoric animals have survived like a serpent about to strike . . to modem times. In Cutcliffe But wouldn’t you like to know Hyne’s The Lost Continent a little more about these animals? (1900) the Atlantean empress How many kinds were there? Were Phorenice rides a tame mammoth. they larger than modern ele- In E. R. Burroughs’ Out of Time’s phants? How big did the largest Abyss, modern men exploring an get? Which did early men en- imaginary continent come upon counter? "an enormous dragon devouring Before we can say whether the carcass of a mammoth.’’ In mammoths and mastodons were

J. R. R. Tolkien’s The Two Tow- bigger than modern elephants, we ers, “the Mumak of Harad was in- *Out of Time’s Abyss, N.Y.:1963, p- deed a beast of vast bulk, and the 19; The Two Towers, Low.; 195S, pp< like of him does not walk now in 269f.

35 36 FANTASY AN® SCnfffCB WGHON shoiild know something of the size African. 'The Ceylonese elcjAeant, of modern elephants. Of the dozens Elephas indicus ceylanictts, is of species of the order Probo- large as Indian elephants go, but scidea ^ that have flourished dur- nine-tenths of the males are tusk- ing the last few million years, less. The forest elephant, Loxo- only two now exist. These are the donta africana cyclotis, of the Indian or Asiatic elephant, Ele- Congo basin and the West African phas indicus/ of India and south- rain forest, is rather small —about east Asia; and the African ele- the size of an average Indian ele- phant, Loxodonta africana, of phant—with long, slender tusks. Africa south of the Sahara. The ranges of both species have The main differences between greatly shrunk during historic the two are as follows; the African times. A large race of the Indian elephant is larger, taller, and of elephant dwelt in eastern Syria rangier build. The African ele- down to the ninth century B.C., phant has much larger ears than and a small race of the African the Indian. (In one Tarzan movie, elephant ranged the valleys of the Indian elephants were fitted with Atlas Mountains, in Algeria and false ears to make them look Afri- Morocco, down to the fifth century can.) In the African elephant C.E. both sexes have tusks, altliough the The size of elephants is not male’s are stouter; in the Indian, easy to settle, because elephants the female has rudimentary tusks are hard to weigh and measure. or none. The African elephant’s Moreover, elephants vary in build. forehead makes a smooth convex Which is the larger, a tall, lean curve, while the Indian’s rises to elephant or a short, stocky one a pair of bumps or domes. 'The that weighs more? And how about African elephant’s back dips be- the sexual difference, since the tween shoulders and haunch, males of each species are much while the Indian’s back is convex. larger than the females? There are also differences in the The commonest measure is die teeth, trunks, toenails, and so height of the elephant’s back at the forth. shoulder. The top of the elephant's Each species is divided into head is usually higher, but the ele- several ra<:es, subspecies, or varie- phant moves its head about too ties. The most distinctive races are freely to make this a trustworthy the Ceylonese race of the Indian measurement. Many supposed rec- elephant and the forest race of the ord elephants have been wild ones, reported by the men who shot ‘Pronounced pro-ba-SID-ee-a. 'Some classifiers prefer the name Ele- them. But you cannot measure a phas maxiinus. live wild elephant; and the 1

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Moulder height of a dead one, male of the East African bush ele- even if the hunter is not exaggerat- phant (the largest race) are: aver- ing for the sake of glory, may dif- age shoulder height, between 10 fer from the height of the ani- and 11 feet; average weight, be- mal in hfe. tween 5 and 7 tons. The only group of weighed and As for the greatest sizes, the rec- measured living elephants numer- ord height for an Indian male is ous enough to give a good idea of 10 feet 8 inches. Tusko, an In- minimum, maximum, and average dian bull elephant famous for his dimensions are fifty-two adult In- size in the 1920s and 30s, stood dian female zoo and circus ele- 10 feet 2 inches and weighed a phants measured by Francis G. little over 7 tons. The famous Benedict in the 1930s.® They Jumbo, an African male, stood 1 ranged in shoulder height from 6 feet 2 inches (at least, that is one feet 7 inches to 8 feet, with an of the several heights given in the average of 7 feet 6 inches. They literature) and weighed about 8 weighed from 1.9 to 4.6 tons, with tons. Khartoum, of the Bronx an average of 3.2 tons. Because of Zoological Park, stood 10 feet 8.5 differences in build, the tallest inches and weighed 5 tons. An elephants were not always the African elephant mounted in a heaviest. Nevertheless, if you plot British collection is said to stand

the weights against the heights of 1 2 feet 6 inches. elephants of all ages, both sexes, During the past century, sports- and both species, they fall fairly men have reported killing many close to the y = ax^ curve, rvhere African elephants over 1 1 feet tall y is weight, a a constant, and x and of seeing elephants over 12 shoulder height. feet. Scientists were long skeptical Similar figures are not to be had about these reports. Then, in for male Indians or for Africans of 1955, J. J. Fenkovi of Madrid either sex. From what various killed a bull in Angola. When writers say, we can guess that In- mounted, this elephant was 13 dian males and African females feet 2 inches tall. Its live weight are of about the same size, with an is estimated at 12 tons. It stands average shoulder height between today in the rotunda of the Na- 8 feet 6 inches and 9 feet, and a tional Museum of Natural History weight between 4 and 6 tons. The in Washington. This elephant not corresponding figures for tlie adult only surpasses all other known liv- ing elephants, but is also in a class ^Benedict also measured a single male with the largest fossil proboscid- Indian and ten young (under 20) fe- eans. males, but 1 omit these so as not to spoil the homogeneity of my sample. Fossil elephants have been 38 FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION known since ancient times, al- Shumakhov approached the thing though not until recent centuries gingerly, because the Tunguz be- have they been recognized for lieved that to find a whole mam- what they were. They were usually moth was bad luck. During the described as the remains of giants, next few years, tlie mound gradu- since the skull of an elephant does ally thawed in summer, exposing look a little hke the skull of a pe- more and more of the mammoth. culiarly unpleasant-looking hu- Shumakhov nerved himself to fetch man giant. In medieval Europe, a Russian to the site, where the lat- fossil elephants’ tusks were called ter bought the tusks. unicorns’ horns or gryphons’ claws. In 1806 Professor Michael In the seventeenth and eight- Adams of the University of St. neenth centuries, fossil tusks began Petersburg arrived at the scene. to reach Europe from Siberia. By then, wolves and Tunguz dogs Those who brought them said they had eaten all the soft parts except canie from an animal which the a few patches of hairy hide. Still, Siberian natives called by some Adams collected the remains and name like mama or mamont. Ac- mounted them in St. Petersburg. cording to the traders, the natives So it became known that there had described it as a kind of giant indeed been a species of hairy ele- mole, which died when it unwit- phant, now extinct. tingly broke tluough the earth’s Or was it? North America was crust. Although the word evolved still largely unexplored, and ru- into “mammoth," nobody has ever mors buzzed of monsters in the in- firmly established the origin of the terior. Two early British wander- name, either in Russian or in any ers in the wilderness had told of Siberian language. seeing American Indians hunting In the late eighteenth century, huge, shaggy, flop-eared animals. a German professor, Johann Blu- The Delawares cherished a legend menbach, had been collecting and of a herd of monstrous animals, sorting fossils. In 1799 he an- the “big bison," which descended nounced that he had found a new upon the land and began destroy- species of extinct elephant, which ing its native fauna until one of he named Elephas primigenitis, the gods blasted the marauders “first-bom elephant”— that is, the w ith thunderbolts. mammoth. In mid-eighteenth century, In the same year, a Tunguz liv- George Croghan found a deposit of ing at the mouth of the Lena River huge fossil bones at Big Bone in eastern Siberia, Ossip Shumak- Lick, Kentucky, and sent samples hov, came upon a dark frozen hill- to Europe. Later, Thomas Jefferson ock whence protruded a tusk. acquired a passion for fossils. Aft- MAMMOTHS AND MASTODONS 39 er he became President in 1801, River, in the thinly-peopled north- he obtained a collection of “mam- eastern peninsula of Siberia. After moth” bones from Big Bone Lick, terrific exertions, a Russian expe- which he stored in a wing of the dition reached the spot and recov- White House. When he sent out ered the skin and the skeleton. the Lewis and Clark Expedition in Although dogs and wolves had 1804, he told Lewis and Clark to eaten parts of the trunk, face, and look for live mammoths along one foreleg, the specimen was still with the Great Salt Mountain, the the most complete mammoth that river of brine, the mountain of has yet been collected. It was crystal, and other rumored won- mounted in the museum at St. ders. Alas! Lewis and Clark found Petersburg (now Leningrad). Its no live mammoths, although they coat consisted of a thick yellowish did coUect volumes of useful in- undercoat mixed with dark bristles formation. Probably all the live- up to 14 inches long. The meat mammoth stories originated in the was avidly eaten by the dogs, al- sight of gigantic fossil skeletons though the Russians could not like those of Big Bone Lick. quite bring themselves to try it. Actually, Jefferson’s bones were not of mammoths but of masto- As the nineteenth century ad- dons. The American mastodon vanced, scientists saw that the two was, like the mammoth, a hairy living species of elephant were elephant-like animal, more primi- only the survivors of a large and tive than the mammoth and other complicated group of animals, true elephants. From Jefferson’s which they named the order Pro- time to the present, a number of boscidea. There were many differ- splendid specimens of this beast ent genera of elephants and many have been mounted in American of mastodons. museums. In the early 1900s, fossils of the early ancestors of the probosci- Throughout the nineteenth cen- deans turned up in Egypt. These tury, more tales drifted out of Si- fossils were of Eocene and early beria of mammoths preserved in Oligocene age. The smallest the frozen muck. Scientists who was the pig-sized Moeritherium^ investigated, however, arrived to a swamp and fresh-water dweller find.either that the story was a hoax who must have looked a little like or that the remains had decayed or the modern pygmy hippopotamus been eaten by predators. In 1900 or the South American capybara. word came to the Russian Acad- emy of Sciences of another frozen *Vronounced bair-YAW-zoff-ka. mammoth, on the Berezovka^ ‘Pronounced meer-i-THEER-ee-um. 40 FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION

Another Egyptian proboscidean Two suborders, the dinodieies was Phiomia, a larger and more and mastodonts, branched off from advanced form something like a the moeritheres, probably in the modem tapir, with a long snout early Eocene. The dinotheres and definite tusks in the upper and dwelt in Europe, Asia, and Africa. lower jaws. These fossils proved 'They evolved parallel to the mas- that the elephants' closest modern todonts but along a line of their relatives are two groups of most own. They grew larger and ac-

unelephantlike beasts : the hyraxes quired the typical elephantine or conies, and the sirenians or body form, complete with trunk. manatees and dugongs. But the dinotheres differed The greatest classifier of the from other proboscideans. For one Proboscidea was Henry Fairfield thing, they kept an ordinary set of Osborn (1857-1935), the lead- grinding teeth, without the pecu- ing American paleontologist of the liar arrangement of elephants. The early twentietli century. Osborn’s elephants have enormous molars, magnum opus—the last of a num- only one or two of which are in ber of huge treatises hy him on the place on each side of each jaw at a evolution of life and of man—was time. These teeth, replace one an- a two-volume work, Proboscidea, other horizontally, one after an- published after Osborn’s death. other. They appear at the back of These books were printed in a size the jaw, move slowly forward, and fittingly called “elephant quarto’’ fall out the front when worn out. and together weigh 25 pounds. Os- Dinotheres also lost their upper born proposed many radical revi- tusks, while the lower tusks came sions in the picture of the evolu- to curve down like the tusks of a tion of these animals. Not all walrus in the verong jaw. Nobody other paleontologists agreed, but knows the reason for this peculiar Osborn’s classification will do im- arrangement. One dinothere, Din- til a better comes along. otherium gigantissimum from the Osborn divided the order Pro- Pliocene of southeastern Europe, boscidea into five suborders: the reached a shoulder height of over moeritheres, dinotheres, masto- 1 2 feet 9 inches, rivaling the Fen- donts, stegodonts, and elephants.® kovi elephant and the larger mam- Of these, the moeritheres from moths. Another species, D. hop- Egypt were the smallest, earliest, woodi, survived to the middle and most primitive. Pleistocene in central Africa. The mastodonts are a much larger and more complex array. ‘Properly speaking the Moeritheriodea, Dinotheroidea, Mastodontoidea, Stego- Osborn divided them into four dontoidea and Elephantoidea. families and fifteen subfamilies. I s

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will not bewilder you by naming came taller the animal could still all these groups but will simply de- reach the ground with its mouth. scribe the general directions in The trunk remained short and which these animals evolved. Of- stubhy. The upper and lower tusks ten one subfamily evolved in the crossed with a scissors action, use- same direction as another, so that ful for gathering food. One of these the two lines of descent ended up long-snouted mastodonts, Morril- looking much alike, although there lia, may have survived to the mid- had been no blood relationship be- dle Pleistocene in the midwestern tween them since they originally United States. split apart many milhons of years In two other subfamilies, the before. This process is called par- skull and jaw lengthened, but the allel evolution. tusks developed differently. The The mastodonts were great trav- upper tusks shrank while the lower elers. They spread from the Old ones broadened to make a scoop or World not only to North America shovel. The jaws of these shovel- (in the Miocene) but also to tuskers were evidently designed for South America. As eons passed, all digging up water plants, especially the mastodonts became larger un- water-lily roots.

til they ranked with modern ele- Another subfamily carried this phants in size. They all tended to development even further. The shift from the normal mammalian lower tusks disappeared, leaving dental arrangement to that of the the huge scoop, whose end was no elephant. doubt protected by a homy lip or In other respects the mastodonts bill. These spoonbill mastodonts diverged widely. Of the fifteen must have fed on very soft water subfamilies, three kept skulls of plants. moderate length, like those of the In the remaining seven subfam- early Phiomia, with four short ilies, the skull shortened, while tusks: two in the upper jaw curv- the lower tusks shrank and disap- ing down and two in Ae lower peared. The upper tusks developed slanting up. (These tusks evolved variously. In some genera they from Moeritherium’ incisors, in- curved gently upward as in mod- stead of from the canines as with ern elephants. In some they were most tusked mammals.) As the hooked sharply upward; in some animals grew taller, their trunks they curved downward; and in lengthened to enable them to reach some, like Anancus from Pleisto- the ground. cene Europe, they were long and In two other subfamilies the nearly straight. skull, the lower jaw, and the tusks Two genera of Mastodonts all lengthened, so that, as it be- reached South America. One was 42 FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION a small mountain type, Cordiller- and the tme elephants. And this ion, whose tusks had a corkscrew brings us to the true elephants, the twist in the direction opposite to suborder Elephantoidea and the that of most proboscideans. That is family Elephantidae. Osborn di- to say, its right tusk was twisted to vided them into three subfamilies: the right and is left tusk to the left. the Loxodontinae (the African Another genus, larger and more elephant and its relatives); the ordinary-looking, was Cuvieron- Elephantinae (the Indian ele- ius. Remains of Cuvieronius have phant and its king); and the Mam- been found in Ecuador in associa- montinae or mammoths. tion with human artifacts, which The loxodontines were confined the discoverer assigned on archeo- to the Old World. One genus, Hes- logical grounds to the tliird cen- peroloxodon (sometimes called the tury C.E. If this dating is correct, “straight-tusked elephant”) dwelt tlie animal must have been living in Europe during the warm inter- when the first semi-civifized states glacial phases of the Pleistocene arose among the South American period. This elephant was a giant, Indians. standing over 12 feet 4 inches The best-known of all the mas- at the shoulder. Although more todonts is the American mastodon, closely related to the modem Afri-

M. aniericanus, which roamed can elephant, it looked, with its North America in enormous num- twin-domed head and small ears, bers during the Pleistocene. It was more like an oversized, long-tusked a bulky animal, averaging around Indian elephant. Another genus, 9 feet 6 inches in height but reach- Palaeoloxodon, evolved dwarf spe- ing at least 1 0 feet 2 inches. It was cies on the islands of the Mediter- probably heavier than a modem ranean. The smallest, P. falconeri elephant of the same height be- of Malta, was less than a yard high. cause its. body was longer. It was The elephantines, limited to covered with coarse golden-brown Asia, were mainly distinguished hair, of which samples have been by curious bony crests on top of found in swamps. A closely related their skulls. forni lived in Russia. Lastly come the mammoths. Some paleontologists limit the In tire Miocene, a group of name “mammoth” to the northern proboscideans called stegodonts or wooly species to which the branched off from the mastodonts. name was originally applied. They A little later, the true elephants in call it the “true” mammoth. How- turn branched off from the stego- ever, since there is a shortage of donts. The stegodonts are thus in- good common names for these an- termediate between the mastodonts imals, we shall use the word for —

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the whole subfamily, which in- mals. Besides the skeletons and cludes some of the most spectacu- frozen carcasses that have been lar mammals ever to bestride the found, we have pictures of the ani- globe. mal painted on the walls of caves There are three genera of in southwestern France by the Cro- mammontines: Mammonteus, the Magnard people, who overran Eu- “true” or northern mammoth; rope as the glaciers of the fourth Archidiskodon, a warm-climate glacial period retreated. The genus; and Parelephas, inhabiting paintings, no doubt executed as the temperate zones betw'een the hunting magic, show the promi- other two. All three genera occur nent hump over the head and the in the New and Old Worlds. Some smaller hump over the shoulders. of the many species of Archidis- These humps were probably reser- kodon and Parelephas have com- voirs of fat like the camel’s hump. mon names, ^ but there are no good The back sloped steeply from common names for the genei'a as a shoulder to haunch, thus easily whole. For Archidiskodon, there- shedding snow and sleet but not fore, I shall use the name “south- being well suited to bearing a how- ern mammoth.” For Parelephas, dah. There are also a few Cro- “temperate-zone mammoth” does Magnard® paintings of the straight- not sound good, so I propose to call tusked elephant. it the favonian mammoth, which Despite our use of “mammoth”

means more or less the same thing. • to mean “gigantic,” the northern During the Pleistocene there mammoth was not the largest ele- were four advances of the ice, with phantid. Its average height was warm spells in between. During around nine feet, about that of each cold spell the arctic animals the bull Indian elephant, and the like the northern mammoth, the northern mammoth was shorter in woolly rhinoceros, and the rein- body. However, one Mammonteus deer moved southwards, while the skeleton from Austria towers 12 warm-weather faunas retreated be- feet 1 0 inches. fore them. In the interglacial peri- If the northern mammoth was ods, tlie opposite movement took of only moderate size, its cousins place. upheld the honor of the subfami- The northern mammoth the ily. Twelve-footers were common mammoth, if you insist — is the among them. The largest probosci- best-known of all prehistoric ani- ‘Before somebody picks me up on this, ’For Archidiskodon (ar-kid-ISS-ko-don), "Cro-Magnon" is the name of the rock the southern and the imperial mam- shelter for which these people were moth; for Parelephas, the Columhian named; “Crd-Magnard" is the French and the Jeffersonian mammoth. adjective derived from "Cro-Magnon," 44 FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION

dean known is the Mosbach mam- helical twist. On each side they moth, Parelephas trogontherii, curved down, out, up, and in. The from Germany. A fragmentary tusks of old bulls often crossed at skeleton indicates an animal with the tips. These tusks would have a shoulder height of at least 14 been useless for digging and not feet 9 inches. It must have weighed very good for fighting. Then what around 20 tons. The runner-up is were they for? a cpecimen of Archidiskodon rnai- It is a good rule of biology that, beni from Nebraska, which topped when an organism possesses a 1 3 feet 4 inches. seemingly useless organ, the organ Of the two, the favonian mam- probably has a use that we do not moth (Parelephas') was tall but know about. Otherwise the evolu- short in body, while the southern tionary process called rudimenta- mammoth (Archidiskodon) was tion would have destroyed the or- big all over. The favonian mam- gan. In the case of the mammoths, moth ranged over the northern, there are several theories about eastern, and southeastern United their curly tusks. Perhaps the most States, central Europe, and proba- plausible is that they were used as bly central Asia. A few reached snow shovels, to get at food in win- South America. In Europe it ter. The adult bulls swept away shared its range with the straight- the snow, while the rest followed tusked elephant. They did not, to eat anything left. however, compete, because the fa- vonian mammoth was a grazer and During the fourth glacial ad- plains dweller while the other was vance, Neandertlial man hunted a browser and forest dweller. proboscideans and other game over The southern mammoth, de- a vast area of Europe, the Near scended from smaller South Ameri- East, and Russia. I need not intro- can forms, lived in southern Eu- duce you to Neanderthal man, ex- rope, southern Asia, the central cept to say that some anthropolo- and southwestern United States, gists class him as a separate race, and Mexico. A dwarf species dwelt some a distinct species, and some on the islands off the coast of Cali- a distinct genus of man. Although fornia. Judging by their habitats, his differences from modem man the southern mammoth was proba- are well known, we need not exag- bly hairless, while the favonian gerate them. In fact, I once met mammoth probably had a medium a former heavyweight champion coat of hair, shorter than that of who, if he let his whiskers grow the northern mammoth. and dressed in bearskins, could All the later and larger mam- step into a Neanderthal camp moths had very long tusks with a without causing a comment. IilAMMOTHS AND MASTODONS 45

Shortly after the ice of the Czechoslovakia, remains were fourth glaciation began its retreat, found of 600 mammoths. These Neanderthal man gave way to anim als had been eaten by Post- modem man. In Europe the glacial men in one small area, and change seems to have been abrapt, their bones had been sorted and with little or no interbreeding stacked. While the Predmost peo- between Homo sapiens and Homo ple could have killed that many neandertkalensis. In the Near mammoths over a long period, they East, on the other hand, inter- could not have hauled them to one breeding does seem to have taken site. Therefore these mammoths place, giving rise to intermediate probably belonged to a herd that types. died from natural causes, such as a Although tlie Cr6-Magnards and blizzard, an epidemic, a quick- other groups of H. sapiens were sand, or a sudden thaw that perhaps more skillful hunters than trapped them in a previously their Neanderthal predecessors, it frozen bog. was not their hunting that drove A similar site was unearthed at the mammoths from Europe. The Pushkari, northeast of Kiev in the ice did not go away aU at once. Ukraine. There is — despite what Following the fourth glaciation some people say—no reason to there ensued a Postglacial Period think that these mass deaths hap- of several thousand years, with pened at the same time all over Eu- a see-saw climate, during which rope and Siberia as a result of some mammoths persisted. Then the cli- Atlantean subsidence, cometary mate definitely turned warm and collision, or other cosmic catastro- wet. The new climate covered Eu- phe. The fact that a herd died all rope with dense hardwood forests at once is no evidence that the en- in place of the former steppes and tire species perished at that mo- tundras. Thereupon the steppe and ment. tundra animals, such as the mam- At the end of the Pleistocene, moth and the reindeer, retreated to however, occurred a great and Siberia. mysterious wave of extinction of There has been much specula- large mammals on all the conti- tion about the “mass deaths” of nents. Although hunting by early mammoths. In several places in men may have helped some species Europe, Russia, and Siberia,, re- towards extinction, it cannot have mains of whole herds of mam- been the main factor, because the motlis have been found. Evidently men of that time were too few and the animals of each herd died in a too feebly armed. cmnmon disaster. Early men— or manlike pri- For example, at Predmost, mates —had of course coexisted —:

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with proboscideans, including lithic,' Atlantean, and other eccen- four-tusked mastodonts and dino- tric theories of the origin of the theres, in the Old World for maiTy American Indians, on the assump- millions of years. In Pleistocene tion that they did actually portray Europe they pursued the three elephants. mammoths and the straight-tusked Having taken a good look at this elephant. (Such large animals monument at Copan last year, I were hunted by traps and pitfalls assure you that this is not the case. rather than by direct assault.) The “elephants” have nostrils, not There were many species of pro- at the ends of their “trimks” as ele- boscideans in Pleistocene Asia phants should, but in front, at the and Africa. When men arrived in roots of these organs. Furthermore, North America ten to fifteen thou- they have large round eyes sur- sand years ago, they found the rounded by feathers. Feathered three mammoths and the American elephants, as you know, are ex- mastodon. In South America lived tremely rare; these are probably two genera of mastodons and some conventionahzed macaws. favonian mammoths. Of all the ancient peoples who When recorded history began, came in contact with probosci- about 5,000 years ago, all but deans, only the East Indians of the three species had disappeared. In Harappa culture thought to tame addition to their present ranges, them. None of the others —Ameri- the African elephant was found in can Indians, African Negroes, an- North Africa, while the Indian cient Moroccans and Syrians elephant was scattered over the did, although the Egyptians and Middle East, from Syria to west- Carthaginians of classical times ern India, whence it has now dis- domesticated African elephants appeared. In South America, mas- for war when they had learned the todons of the genus Cuvieronius trick from the Indians. still roamed. They may have sur- The Kindly Editor asks me vived to the rise of the mysteri- how do we know the Carthaginians ous pre-Inca Tiahuanaco Empire. did not tame Moroccan elephants Then they, too, vanished. for war on their own, before they Much has been made of a Ma- heard about the technique from yan monument called Stela B, at Greeks who had brought it from Copan, which flourished roughly India? Well, thanks to Diodoros from -f-500 to -(-800. On the top the Sicilian, we know quite a lot of this monohth are carved two about the wars between the Greeks creatures that look somewhat like and the Carthaginians in Sicily elephants. These figures have been during the century before Alexan- us^ to support diffusionist, helio- der. Diodoros makes no mention of MAMMOTHS AND MASTODONS 47 any Carthaginian elephants dur- sauropod dinosaurs were larger yet. ing this time, which he would al- Some were over 75 feet long and most certainly have done if they probably weighed 30 to 50 tons. had used any. And Alexander and Whales are even bigger; a blue his successors, of course, brought whale may measure over 100 feet the Indian war elephant to the long and w’eigh between 100 and West. [Humpph. — Ed.] 150 tons. So now you know the elephant However, even if we neglect the situation in Atlantean, Hyborian, dinosaurs and the mammoths and and Tolkienian times. Probosci- the Fenkovi elephant, an ordinary deans are not the largest land ani- three-ton Indian cow elephant, imals, or even the largest land such as you see at the circus, is still mammals. In Oligocene Asia dwelt a lot of animal— too much, in a long-legged, long-necked, horn- fact, to be handled in anything but less rhinoceros, Baluchitherium, the most careful and cautious man- standing 16 to 18 feet high. The ner.

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If a person who is well adjusted to his environment is “normal’,

what happens when he is suddenly removed to a drastically differ- ent environment, such as that of an orbital test station? Answer: Decidedly unpleasant things. If this story’s view of human nature is not a reassuring one, its logic is convincing and its dramatic impact considerable. And, in any event, Science Fiction has never been noted for its bland or reassuring nature.

THE GRITSCH SYSTEM

by Robin Scott

Anderson and Ferrani lay to recover a small relay assembly floating side by side in the hub or a connector block which had passageway, trying to finish the fi- been “dropped” and which had nal ahgnment of one of the ion enough velocity to keep it rico- injector units. The near weight- cheting slowly around the pas- lessness in at the hub made it par- sageway for hours. ticularly ticklish work, and used Anderson braced himself as they both were to dealing with against a pair of handholds, start- the unchecked momentum of small ed a locknut up the threads of the parts accidentally nudged out of spindle which would carry the the net sacks in which they were vernier controls, and then adjust- carried, it was a tiresome business ed a small crescent wrench for the 18 THE GSITSCH SYSTEM 49

final tightening. Anderson was nearest spoke. Ferrani was probing tired and very conscious of Fer- deep into the interior of the unit rani’s knowdng eyes upon him, with a long plastic screw driver; Ferrani the fine young mechanic Anderson was directing the light who did everything with such sure from a portable torch in through deftness. He slipped the jaws of an access port so that Ferrani the wrench onto the nut and could see whatever it was he was turned it steadily home. As it be- trying to manipulate. The fat man gan to tighten, the crescent slipped paused and watched the pair for and spun slowly off, bumping a moment from the cover of the from one resilient side of the pas- spoke. He didn’t like it much in at sageway to another. Anderson the hub. The slight centrifugal stabbed after it hopelessly with pseudogravity of his quarters out his right hand and missed, and he at the rim was more comfortable cursed and cursed, tunelessly, for him, although his newly ac- mechanically, the way a man curs- quired bulk bothered him some- es when he is angry with himself; what less here in at the hub. When the way a woman, after the first he could tell by the intake of shock of disappointment, sobs. breath, the tongue clenched be- The unpleasant looking fat man tween teeth, that Ferrani was in his office out in the rim, sixty about to accomplish whatever it meters away, watched Anderson was he wanted to do with that on a tiny screen slightly smaller long plastic screwdriver, the fat than the light switch on the wall man moved. under whieh it was normally con- He moved quietly for a big cealed. The resolution was good; man, a big man gone to fat. Be- the fat man had seen Anderson’s fore die two scientists were really covert glances at Ferrani, had seen aware of his presence he had die look on his faee when he had thrust himself roughly past them, lost the wrench. And he had knocking Anderson to die side of heard the cursing. He snapped the the passageway and jarring Fer- switeh cover down, pulled a mi- rani’s screwdriver hand violently. cro-file from a drawer equipped Something inside the injector gave with a heavy electronic lock, a brittle, dnkling snap, and both placed the file under the reader for men whirled on the fat man, then- a few seeonds, returned it and re- eyes blazing with angry frustra- locked the drawer, and let himself tion. out of his narrow cubicle. Ferrani said, "My God! I might Anderson and Ferrani were have known it was you, Gritsch.’’ in their work when the fat man si- Anderson’s reaction was more lendy approached them down the violent. Before he had joined the 50 FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION

Plasma Project he had been one derson, successful teacher-scholar- of those quiet, confident men who husband-father-lover, could cer- never raise their voices above a tainly get rid of that idiot Gritsch well-mannered Riurmur, His stu- so that Ferrani could get on with dents at M.I.T. had found it dif- the work. ficult to bear him beyond the first Gritsch paused in his lurching two or three rows of his always swim down the passageway away crowded lecture room in the Cryo- from Anderson’s ire. He checked genics Laboratory. But Anderson his momentum with a handhold, had been away from earth — away turned, and stared back at the two from the reassuring routine of men with a long, haughty look, home and classroom and labora- pointedly ignoring their anger. He tory — for over 250 orbits, nearly wrinkled his nose in distaste, and sixteen weeks at the high orbital in an affected, slightly effeminate altitude the Plasma Project re- accent which seemed to embody quired. Anderson the respected the worst of Back Bay and Berk- teacher, Anderson the scholar (27 ley Square, he said mockingly, "Oh papers and co-author of two im- I do apologize, gentlemen, really portant monographs before his I do. But after aU, just because 40th birthday), Anderson the Hus- you’ve been mucking about out band, Father, Lover had been here for lit’rally weeks doing a bit away for a long time. And now of a job that any country plumber Anderson the indifferent mechan- could bloody-well do in hours, you ic — feeling the competition with mustn’t come to believe you own Ferrani, who was younger and the flipping passageway!” more dexterous (although obvi- Audibly whining, Anderson ously not Anderson’s match as gritted his teeth and swung wild- scholar-teacher-husband-father- ly, without warning. Gritsch lover) —Anderson the mechanic caught the blow expertly on his was murderously angry. His knuck- right shoulder, rolled with it, and les white on the torch, he thrust let its momentum carry him back his face into the fat man’s. out of reach to the side of the pas- “Gritsch!” he screamed, his voice sageway. He was not hurt, but he rising to a tremolo of lost control, feigned a yelp of pain and covered “Gritsch! Get out of here! Get his head vvith his arms. Anderson back to the rim, you fat bastard, pushed after him and landed a and leave Ferra- and leave us kick in the padding around the alone!” Anderson’s heart swelled fat man’s hips and kidneys. with righteousness as he shouted. Gritsch pushed off “down” the If Anderson the mechanic dropped nearest spoke, sounding off all the wrenches, by God Professor An- time with a saies of small whoops —

THE GRITSCH SYSTEM 51 and wails. A last kick from Ander- much of his upper body, with care- son caught him at the plastic fully fitted padding elsewhere shield he wore downward from his but Anderson’s reaction was an in- belt and shot him with renewed dication of what he could expect velocity “down” the spoke, out to- with increasing frequency as the ward the rim. A few seconds la- dangerous work of the Project ter, hidden in a service niche in neared its climax. the spoke, Gritsch heard Ander- Satisfied that the damage was son’s shuddering intake of breath, slight and that he needed no treat- heard Ferrani’s congratulations, ment, Gritsch rose to the light heard Anderson’s quiet boast about switch, depressed a series of studs how they had fixed that son-of-a- on its underside, and waited for bitch Gritsch. The fat man listened the Project Director to answer up for a moment, a curious smile on from his oflBce on the opposite his face, and then shoved off side of the great wheel of the Plas- “downward” again to his cubicle ma Station. in the rim. "Yes, Walt.” The Director’s Inside, seated on his bunk, voice was almost inaudible to

Gritsch stripped ofiF his shirt to Gritsch, even with his ear only check the damage. Under the lay- inches away from the wall switch. ers of new fat he had acquired, the “I got a good one out of Ander- muscle tone was still good. (When- son,” said Gritsch. ever he thought of muscle tone, “Good! Walt. Wonderful!” he remembered his old P.T. in- There was real elation in the Di- structor in tire army saying, as his rector’s voice. He had been wor- class lay exhausted and drained on ried about the Ferrani-Anderson the mats, “Don’t just lie there, team. “That team’s been a problem. men; do pushups!”) There would They’re way behind on the injec- be a good big bruise, and although tor installations.” As men do with ruptured blood vessels and skin le- their confidants when they feel sions could be a problem under themselves beset with problems, conditions of low gravity and air confused with the sheer multiplic- pressure, Anderson hadn’t hit him ity of their responsibilities, the Di- that hard. Still, he had to be care- rector rambled, thinking out loud. ful. This wasn’t the first time some “If we don’t get the injectors set one had taken a swing at him, up before the field coils are ready, and he could expect a good deal we’ll lose time on preliminary more of this kind of violence be- testing. ... I suppose it’s some- fore his part in the Plasma Proj- thing about Anderson and Fer- ect was done with. He was pretty rani . . . Maybe I ought to spht well padded —with new fat over the team up . . . Anderson isn’t 52 FANTASV AND SCIENCE FICnON

much goods with his hands, but Gritsch rested bis forehead against without his direction, Ferrani’s a the pale green vinyl wall beside

plumber . . the light switch. Even under the Gritsch cleared his throat, and light pseudo-gravity of the rim, the Director broke off in mid- the support eased his aching shoul- phrase. "I’m sorry, Walt. In this der. He was tired, and his pad- job I’m supposed to know every- ding was chafing him. “Anyway, body’s business, and I forget to be Ed,” he continued, trying to re- careful not to lecture my specialists lieve the Director from any sense on their specialties.’’ of personal responsibility for his Gritsch chuckled. “You need re- aches and bruises, “save yovur sym- lease just like everybody else, Ed. pathy. The damage to my fat hide If you can get it by being pedan- is slight, and I’m one of those ac- tic about my work instead of tak- tors who doesn’t require a large ing a whack at me, I’m in favor.” audience; your applause is grate- Gritsch tried without much success fully received, and it is enough.” to drop the arrogance from his He paused before continuing, try- voice along with the Berkley ing to find just the right words to Square accent. “Anyway,” he con- set the older man at ease. “You tinued, "Anderson got a pretty must realize,” he said earnestly, good purge. I expect he feels like “what a great role this is. There a man again, and I don’t think isn’t an actor anywhere who he’ll be so concerned about com- wouldn’t give his eyeteeth for it.” peting with Ferrani on the manual “Okay, Walt,” said the Direc- level anymore. He exploded hke a tor, “don’t waste your psychology mother hen protecting a chick on me.” He was silent for a mo- when I harassed Ferrani.” ment. “But of course, you’re right The Director was silent for a I need reassurance too. It is like- moment. Then, his voice sober, he wise gratefully received. And I asked, “Much damage, Walt?” will now dutifully recite rational- “Of course not. Stop worrying. izations numbered one, two, and

Just bruises.” Then, suddenly three : ‘Walt Knows What The aware of the terrible sincerity of HeU He Is Doing. He Will Not Be the older man’s concern, Gritsch Hurt Beyond Repair. This Is The added, “Being larded up like a Best Way To Keep Twelve Cap- Japanese wrestler had its advan- tive Geniuses From Scattering tages, Ed.” Their Collective Marbles Across

“Walt . . . I — I wish there 25,000 Miles Of Orbit-Track.’ were some other way.” Okay, Walt, but it still doesn’t “Well there isn’t. And we don't seem right for one man to take on even know if this way vnll work.” aU the grief of twelve.” THE GRITSCH SYSTEM 53

Gritsch laughed wryly. "All the man who had always been popular grief? You mean to tell me you with his co-workers, and it was dif- have no grief? Seems to me there’s ficult for him to act boorishly to- a little matter of seven billion dol- ward men he respected, difficult lars of Uncle Sugar’s money that for him to endure the loneliness have been spent to space-test the and isolation his job called for. world’s first plasma drive, and we More immediately trying was his ain’t testing yet.” ‘‘makeup”: the thirty-five pounds There was a pained grunt from of flabby fat and the nauseating the Director. Gritsch could imag- tablets he had to take to maintain ine him at his desk, his coarse it; the over-active subaceous glands white hair cropped close, his head which kept his skin oily and glis- thrown back to hear the communi- tening no matter how often he cator hidden in the wall panel be- washed, and the equally nauseat- hind his chair, his forehead lined ing liquid he had to take to main- by the immense responsibilities of tain that; the lank black hair that the Plasma Project. Gritsch did the was cut too long, that hung life-

Russian accent bit; it always lessly across his forehead; the un- cheered the Director. ‘‘Dun vorry, shaven face; the humped shoulders tovarish. You lok aht for da screws and shambling walk that left him an’ da baits an’ da resta da hards- tired and aching after a few hours; vare; I lok aht for da nuts.” the dirty linen and smeared cloth- Gritsch heard the Director chuck- ing: In short, all the things that le as he thumbed the actuator and made Walter Gritsch (including broke the circuit. that name, chosen for its unpleas- Gritsch eased his body pads off ant sound) so thoroughly repug- and stretched out on his bunk to nant to his colleagues in the Plas- rest before dinner. He hadn’t ex- ma Station were just as repugnant aggerated; his job was a fascinat- and a good deal more unpleasant ing one for a sometime actor who for Walter Collins, the man who fancied himself pretty good. And played the role of Walter Gritsch. for a young psychotherapist with a string of degrees but little clini- But Walter Gritsch— rather, cal experience, the opportunity to Walter Collins—was an essential make a name for himself was fan- man in the Plasma Project. Con- tastic — if, that is, he should ever ceived early in the Plasma Project be permitted to publish. That planning, Gritsch had been offi- would have to wait. But the Di- cially born during a brief confer- rector was right, too: it was a ence which included only Project tough job, an unpleasant one. Director Ed Stewart, Alan Wilke, Gritsch was by nature a convivial Chief of the Life Support Section 54 FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION

and Walt’s boss (a number of su- spread. The room was blistering pervisors removed), and Walt and airless; the windows had been himself. It had been more than two sealed to increase the efficiency of months before the Project Plasma the air conditioner, which, appar- launch series had started — a mis- ently out of order, testified to the erably hot day in July —when Walt futility of the step with its silence. has flo^vn up to Washington from Walt introduced himself to the two the Cape for the conference, had waiting men, and after they had flown up in answer to an official seated themselves around the pol- summons to present and defend ished mahogany table with its in- what he had referred to in those evitable government chromium quiet, middle-of-the-night conver- water carafe and clear glass ash- sations with Nancy as “the trays, he launched into his brief Gritsch System.’’ Nancy had been presentation in the stilted prose of enthusiastic, but then that’s what the junior bureaucrat with a basket good wives are for, and while Walt of his own fish to sell. was pleased that his write-up of the "Much over-simplified, the prob-' “Gritsch System” had been re- lem as presented to the Psychother- ceived well enough to gain him aputics Staff of the Life Support this opportunity, for a high-level Section was this: given twelve inquisition, he had no illusions highly-trained, highly individual- about the basic conservatism of istic men, each of whom has lived the bureaucracy in which he for some time in a heavily struc- worked. Stewart he knew nothing tured environment replete with the about, but Wilke (whom he knew reassurance mechanisms and anx- only from reputation and from his iety outlets which successful and bold signature on the myriad doc- well-balanced men invariably uments circulating in endless flow have; given such men, we must so througli the Life Support Section) taUor the psychological environ- was noted for his dislike of the un- ment of the Plasma Test Station orthodox and the daring, for the that adequate reassurance mecha- bluntness with wliich he battled nisms and anxiety outlets are pro- those who chose to disagree with vided in adequate number. Com- him. plicating the problem are such con- The conference room was in an siderations as isolation — the total ancient grey temporary building time in orbit will probably exceed tucked back of the new Smithson- four months—physical stress, and ian annex; one of the iimumera- above all, the presence of consid- ble bits of real estate scattered erable physical danger at the time about Washington into which the of test. burgeoning Plasma Project had "In attempting to arrive at a sat- THE GRITSCH SYSTEM 55 isfactory solution to this problem, ancient Semitic tribes employed the we have tested and discarded clas- ritualistic device of ceremonially sic therapies of make-work, make- transferring all the sins of the tribe challenge, and escapism recrea- members to a goat who was then tion. While recreational materials driven from the land of the tribe will, of course, he included in the into the wilderness, bearing the tri- proposed psychological environ- bal sins with him. In the same ment, primary reliance cannot be manner, the ‘Gritsch System’ will put on them because of the intellec- act as a mechanism for the objecti- tive nature of the men involved fication of individual crew mem- and the obvious dangers of escap- bers’ frustrations and anxieties in ism in the hostile physical environ- another individual — a pariah, or ment of space. whipping boy, if you will —with a “What we have chosen then, resulting reassertion of personal and here propose, is the institution worth, a revitalization of the ego- of a fairly elaborate variation on establishment mechanism.’’

psychodrama : therapeutic tech- Walt sat down and reached for niques which will result in the the chrome carafe. It was empty. creation of a number of dramatic He wanted a cigarette, but he was situations each of which is rich in afraid to add more smoke to the opportunities for the purging of tiny room’s air, already made blue anxieties and the revitalization of by Wilke’s gurgling pipe. Neither ego-enriching reassurance symbols. Wilke nor Stewart spoke, and their Unlike the orthodox psychodrama silence conspired With the airless technique, however, the partici- room and the heat to render Walt pants will be totally unaware that about as uncomfortable as he could dramatic incidents are staged. ever remember being, at least since Each incident will be staged and his basic training days. — to the extent possible — directed Wilke finally broke the silence. by the Project psychotherapist. He “Absolute nonsense,” he said. “Eas- will not be identified as such, and ily the most idiotic plan I have he will be the only individual out- heard since Ferguson came up side the Project Director who will with his chlorophyl-selenium or- be aware that the psychodramatic ganic power cell business.” Then, incidents are contrived. his voice pitched high with sar- “The only element that need be casm, he said, “I realize you have added in this presentation, then, is certain unique qualifications, Col- that the basic underlying psycho- lins. You have a Doctorate in Psy- dramatic theme will consist in a chology from a reputable univer- recreation of the folk-myth of the sity, and you enjoy the rather du- scapegoat. As you will recall, the bious distinction of having played 56 F.\NTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION

the second lead in that rather por- psychodrama hocus-pocus, is ar- nographic play of Mr. Wilhams rant nonsense. You are a fool, Col- some years ago, but I do not see lins, and speaking for the Life Sup- that these accomplishments afford port Section, I find your plan ab-

you license to insult our intelli- surd and I oppose it, inalterably!” gence and take up our time with Walt rose, his face white with such complete drivel!” suppressed anger at Wilke’s per- Walt had expected opposition, sonal attack on him. Wilke’s word but nothing like this. The violence in the Life Support Section was of Wilke’s attack left him momen- law, and Walt had worked in the tarily speechless, and when he re- great American technocratic bu- covered, he had to fight hard to reaucracy long enough to know keep his temper in check, his man- that there were indeed times vrhen ner civil. "I realize the ‘Gritsch Sys- you could not fight city hall. Not tem’ is unorthodox. Dr. Wilke, but fighting city ball, however, can be the problem we face is pretty unor- hard on the blood pressure. So can thodox too. Keeping twelve highly having to swallow personal invec- trained indirddualists from losing tive. Walt wasn’t afraid of Wilke, their grasp of reality, from being of losing his job or prejudicing his borne under by inter-personal anx- future with the Plasma Project. ieties and frustrations when they Rather, he wanted to see the must five together in close quarters “Gritsch System” given a fair trial. and under circumstances of ex- He made the decision to fight treme physical hazard, that’s an Wilke in another time, under dif- unorthodox problem and it re- ferent circumstances more favor- quires an unusual solution!” As he able to his cause. Walt was a talked, Walt’s anger at the older bureaucrat too, and he knew some- man’s imreasoned opposition grew, thing about in-fighting. and he was just barely able to keep Walt’s blood pressure went up, his voice emotionless, his manner but his voice stayed down. He was courteous. an actor, and he was skilled at con- Wilke answered with ice in his trol. His lips tight but his voice voice, again carefully omitting the even, he shuffled his papers care- courtesy of Walt’s title. “I appreci- fully into his briefcase, and said ate your passion, Collins. I under- quietly: “Thank you, Dr. Wilke, stand it is essential to ‘show busi- Dr. Stewart. I regret I have taken ness’. But the idea that you— or for up your time needlessly.” He that matter anybody —could draw flashed a cordial smile as he held upon himself the hostilities and out his hand to Wilke. “I have res- anxieties of a number of highly ervations on the four o’clock for the educated men, fool them with this Cape, and I must go now.” THE GRITSCH SYSTEM 57

The room erupted. tinued Wilke, a sly grin on his face, Wilke slapped the top of his bald “what did you think of my little head with the flat of one hand, psychodrama. Not bad for a bio- scattering pipe ashes far and wide, physicist, eh?” and cackled in triumph. “See, Ed? Walt said, “I’m hoist on my own I was right. Collins is the man petard. Very fine job, sir.” if anyone is!” Stewart nodded “Thank you. Dr. Colhns,” said thoughtfully as he bent to reinsert Wilke, suddenly sober again. “I the plug for the air conditioner apologize. It was dirty pool; but I into a baseboard receptacle. Wilke believe you’ll agree necessary.” He continued his crowing. Waving to turned again to Stewart. “How the chair Walt had just left, he about it, Ed. You bought his idea; said, “Sit down, boy. Sit down Dr. will you buy Collins as Gritsch?” Collins. Of course we like the Stewart ran his large workman’s ‘Gritsch System.’ It’s a brilliant fingers through his snowy crewcut. piece of work. We fat old bureau- “I buy,” he said. Then to Walt: crats can be pretty stupid, but not "Dr. Collins, when I was a young that stupid.” man, early in World II, I served Walt sat down, his knees weak aboard a submarine of the old Aba- from astonishment at the turn lone class. It was crowded and it events had taken. A blast of cold stank. On war patrol we were at sea air from the air conditioner struck as much as six weeks at a time, and him and he began to think again. most of that submerged except at He understood, then. It had been a night. We were scared most of the test. time, too. “The only problem we had was “We had a third class Petty Offi- who" continued Wilke. “Who cer aboard — a Quartermaster as I could carry it ofiF. Who could be the recall —who was a real goof-off. scapegoat. I figured you for the job, He was dirty, foul-mouxhed, in- but I had to convince Ed — Dr. competent, and a complete cow- Stewart— that you could take it ard. We all grew to hate him so without blowing.” much that after we had petitioned Walt couldn’t help smiling at the Executive Officer and the Skip- the obvious triumph in the old per a couple of times to have him man’s face. He made a mental note transferred, several of us cold- never again to trust second-hand caulked him one night in Ulithi to assessments of people; Wilke was persuade him to put in for a trans- quite obviously much too complex fer. But if he did, it wasn’t ap- an old bird to be described simply proved, and he was with us right as ‘conservative.’ through to the end of the tour. "Anyway, Dr. Collins,” con- “Some years after the war I ran 58 FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION into my old skipper at a cocktail magnetic flux generated around party here in Washington, and I the inner circumference of the asked him why in hell he had kept hub. It was these ions, heated and Kovalski— that was the man’s constricted and accelerated and name—on the boat. I’U never for- heated again, that would form the get his answer. ‘Stewart,’ he said, plasma. And the plasma, a great ‘do you remember when you were pulse of energy squeezed, heated, scared to death during depth-bomb and given direction by the intense attacks who was even more scared? magnetic field of the hub’s super- Do you remember who used to get conductive coils, would drive the sick as a dog whenever we were on wheel along its axis, slowly, almost diesel and the sea was running a imperceptibly at first, but eventu- little rough? Who always looked ally, with each increment of accel- dirty and never got a girl on shore eration adding to the total velocity, leave? Who was always getting with a speed that made even the kicked around by the new boots, nearest stars not impossible of at- even though he ranked them? Do tainment. That’s what the plan- you remember who was always ners said, the theoreticians. But there for you and the other fifty- how do you test a plasma drive? seven of us to look down on and Where do you find the cold that hate and feel superior to, even will allow a wire the size of a pen- though we were almost as sick and cil lead to carry a thousand am- dirty and frightened as he was? peres? Where do you find the vac- That’s why I never transferred Ko- uum hard enough to let you heat valski off the boat.’ ions to a fusion ignition point of “I buy Dr. Collins’ plan, and I 100,000,000 degrees fahrenheit buy Dr. Collins.” and at the same time achieve a de- gree of magneto-hydrodynamic sta- The great silver wheel that was bility high enough to contain the the Project Plasma Test Station unimaginably fierce reaction? spun with deceptive slowness Where do you stand back in safe- about its axis as it orbited the earth ty when all this is going on? The once every 700 minutes. Springing answer is, you find all these —ex- out like the frozen tentacles of cept the safe place to stand —in some strange sea-beaSt from the in- space. The answer is, you spend ner surface of the doughnut-shaped seven billion dollars, and you find hub, starkly black against the sun- twelve — no, thirteen —brave men, lit face of the earth, were the emit- and you launch them into high or- ter ducts of the twelve injector bit for five months. That’s what tmits which would insert high- you do if you want to test a plasma velocity ions into the constrictive drive. THE GRITSCH SYSTEM 59

Walt stood with one foot on his tor’s voice. It wasn’t just Svenson’s bunk, wrapping surgical tape attack. There was something else. around his left knee. He would “Ed, I’m coming over to your of- limp for a while. In the three weeks fice.” since the Anderson attack he had ‘Tes, I guess you’d better, Walt,” been the object of more and more said the Director, a note of weary violence. This last was the worst. finality in his voice. Svenson had gone after him with a Walt made his way along the screwdriver, and the dull blade had rim passageway, paused before the left a ragged four inch gash across Director’s door to make sure no Walt’s left kneecap. one could observe his entry, and The annunciator behind the let himself in with one swift move- wall switch emitted a brief 1 5,000 ment. The Director sat at his desk, cycle whistle. If you didn’t have his eyes closed, one large hand ner- exceptionally good hearing and vously kneading the other. The weren’t expecting it, you would strain was written on his face in never hear it. Walt slipped his cov- bold strokes; his hair looked yel- erall leg down over the new tape lowed, his complexion sallow. and leaned his head against the Walt locked the door behind him wall near the switch. "Yeah, Ed.’’ and stood, his left knee throbbing, “I just heard about the scrape until the Director opened his eyes. with Svenson. Are you all right?” It was distressing to see Stewart Stewart sounded worried. like this. Over the months the two “I’m okay.” Walt couldn’t keep men had become exceedingly close, the fatigue out of his voice. The despite the difference in their ages. wound wasn’t, in fact, dangerous. They shared a secret and a hope, But he was worn out just with and they were confidants. keeping himself in one piece. “Sit down Walt,” said Stewart. “Listen, Walt, this is the end. “I’m gratified to discover no screw-

I’m going to put an end to it. You driver handles protruding from might not be so lucky next time. you.” The way I hear it, Svenson was “I’m gratified you can still make really after your blood.” a jest, even a sick one like that.” “Well, he got some, and I think The Director sat silently for a he’s satisfied.” moment, staring into space, his “Satisfied, hell!” the Director ex- hands picking at each other. Then ploded. “This whole thing has gone slowly, choosing his words care- far enough, and I’m going to stop fully, he said, “Walt, the ‘Gritsch it before someone gets really hurt.” System ’ has done its work, and I’m Walt realized with a shock that ‘retiring’ Gritsch to his quarters for there was near panic in the Direc- the duration.” 60 FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION

Walt had half expected this. lutely nowhere. We’re as ready He said quietly, “Why Ed? What now as we’ll ever be to test. All the are your motives? Are you worried gear is installed and checked-out. about my hide?” The injectors have all been indi- “Yes, Damnit,” exploded Stew- vidually fired; continuity on the art. “That and some other things. field is perfect. We’ve programmed I don’t want to see you sent home for the big one, the final test, but in a sheet. And I don’t want to nobody wants to go ahead. Every- have to handle the guy that finally body has a dandy excuse for delay- does you in. But I could live with ing ‘just one more day’ or for ‘just ” that. I could bear it. What I can't one more dry run.’ Stewart leaned put up with is that you —Gritsch back in his chair, his eyes closed in — are disrupting the Project. fatigue. “Anyway, Walt, I’m not Gritsch has outlived his usefulness. taking any more chances. The He’s a liability to the Project now!” ‘Gritsch System’ has worked won- Because he reciprocate it, Walt ders, but it’s all over now, and I’m was aware of the degree of the Di- confining you to your quarters un- rector’s affection for him, and he til after test.” puzzled at the Director’s words. Walt lifted his injured leg onto How much of his new opposition the bunk where he lay half reclin- to the ‘Gritsch System’ was real? ing. “Let’s separate two things How much was the result of his here, Ed. First, this question of my concern for Walt’s life? He hide. I’m no more anxious than probed: “Ed, I agree that the you are to see Walt Collins shuf- ‘Gritsch System’ has lost some of fle off the old mortal coil at the its efficacy. This is inevitable; peo- tender age of thirty-one. Okay. If ple can get used to anything, even the Project is ready for the big test, a mess like Gritsch. But being in- then Gritsch’s work is done, and I effectual is a long way from ‘dis- will retire gladly. I will even put ruption.’ Just how is Gritsch ‘dis- in for unemployment compensa- rupting’ the project?” tion and sit in my cabin drinking “How?” exclaimed the Director, the government’s fine medicinal his voice agitated, “How the hell alcohol until re-entry. should I know ‘how’? I'm not the “So much for my hide. Now psychotherapist. The point is the about this general reluctance to go Project is going to hell in a hand ahead with the big test. It’s not so basket.” His hands ceased their strange, and I’m sure it has noth- dance, and he sat forward rigidly ing to do with Gritsch.” in his chair, his eyes bright with Stewart pursed his lips and emotion. “If it isn’t Gritsch, what shook his head skeptically. is it? The Project is getting abso- “Ed,” continued Walt, “do you :

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remember when you got married? one even if my crew say they aren’t How confused you were for those ready for it. That’s what a Director few moments before the ceremony? is for. To make irrevocable deci- You wanted to take the big step; sions, to take the gamble.” you couldn’t imagine hfe without “Not quite, Ed,” said Walt. your bride-to-be. Still, you hesi- “Look at it this way. When you tated at the sheer irrevocability of push the button for the test one of the event. Once done, it couldn’t three things can happen be undone. It’s buck fever, Ed. “Say the test works. Big success. Man is always afraid of the irre- We’ll all be famous. Mass ride vocfable. To have the potential of down Broadway and White House

success is much more comforting reception. Fine. I’ll probably b^ than to risk that potential for the the only guy in history who’s draw- actuality of a test.” ing unemployment compensation Stewart retained his skeptical while a guest at the White House. look. “It may be buck fever, but “Say the test fails, fails disas- it’s aggravated by ‘Gritsch fever’.” terousiy. The field won’t hold and "No, Ed! It has nothing to do we’ll all be broken down neatly in- with Gritsch! Look, do you remem- to our constituent particles, ion- ber when you were in graduate ized, and shot off somewhere where school how many graduate stu- the green grass definitely does not dents hung around, semester after grow all around, all around. Or the semester, working at miserable jobs plasma will fire off-center and in laboratories for miserable pay, we’ll get kicked out of orbit and afraid to complete examinations or fry or freeze to death, depending finish dissertations? Afraid to risk on whether we wobble into retro the honorable status of an aspiring course or off into the wild black student by taking a chance on fail- yonder. ure? That’s what you’ve got here. “Or say the test fads, but not No one knows if the drive will disastrously. It just fails. The work, and it’s very natural for these whole thing fizzles,; the plasma men to want to delay the moment won’t fire; the field will be too of truth. That’s mankind, Ed. He weak to bring it up to fusion-igni- never knows, and he never wants tion; the ion injectors will mal- to make an irrevocable decision.” function; or— oh! a million things Stewart looked at the younger can go wrong that won’t lull us, man with a speculative eye. “If but will kill Project Plasma with- what you say is true,” he said, out a real honest-to-God, go-the- “then its up to me, isn’t it? What limit test. Right?” tliey call ‘dictatorial fiat.’ I’ll have Stewart nodded, a sick look on to make the decision to do the big his face. He knew far better than —

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Walt just how many things could do it either. And if we don’t do it, go wrong. the price of conscience we pay will

Walt continued : “Ed, if you or- be more painful than the cry of der a test purely as a function of rage from the little guy inside us.’’ your own will —if the test has to Stewart grinned. “I didn’t think rest on your motivation alone you mind mechanics believed in that’s exactly what will happen. the ‘conscience’.’’

The test won’t kill us; it’ll fizzle.’’ “What do you think makes a "Wait a minute, ’ said Stewart ‘mind mechanic’ decide to be a angrily, “What you say adds up to ‘mind mechanic’, Ed?” said Walt the fact that this crew hasn’t the quietly. guts to take a chance with a field Stewart pondered in silence. breakdown or an off-center firing; Then, his decision made, he said: that they’d sooner sabotage the test “Okay! Okay! Maybe you’re right, than take a chance on getting Walt. I don’t know. But from now fried!’’ on Gritsch stays retired. There’s "No, that’s not quite true. Take nothing you can do —even if your any one of them. Put him in com- theory is right— to get this bunch mand, and he would order the test, and their ‘little guys’ off the dime. bull it through if necessary, just And I’ll be a lot happier if I don’t as you’re thinking of doing. Give have to worry about someone sep- them the responsibility, and they’ll arating you from your liver with a measure up. But remember, Ed, in- sharp kick. You go back to your side each of us is a little guy who medicinal alcohol and I’ll sign your doesn’t have any guts, who doesn’t unemployment papers. I’m sorry, have any sense of responsibility. Walt, but that’s it.” All he’s interested in is living as Walt looked at the older man long as he can with three squares and smiled. "Okay, chief. Fifty- a day and an occasional roll in the two-twenty, here I come.” He hay with his private ‘Miss Libido swung off the bunk and slipped out of 1974’. When you or I or the the door, his mind busy with the next man tries to override that lit- details of the last act of the tle guy, we’ve got to have a pretty “Gritsch System.” good reason. We have to be moti- vated. And I mean motivated more An hour later, in full space gear, than salaries, and social pressure, Walt fumbled in the pneumatic in- and hate, and curiosity can nor- terior of the drawer where his per- mally do. Most of all, we have to sonal articles were kept reasonably feel that if we don’t do whatever it safe from eternal floatation. He is we ought to do, no one else will; pulled out a spool of heavy thread that if we don’t do it, ‘George’ won’t and read the label: “Clark & Jones. THE GRITSCH SYSTEM 63

Button and Carpet. 250 yards, 4 reeled thread until he judged him- Cord. Extra Strong. #462. Black. self some 200 meters away from 15 Cents.” the spoke. Then with a few ounces “Now what do you suppose all of tension on the thread, he that means?” thou^t Walt. “Here snubbed himself gently to a stop, is a technology I know nothing made the thread and spool fast to about. Anyway, I’m glad Nancy his suit, turned his private commo packed it for me.” He slipped the circuit with the Director up to full spool into the pouch at the waist volume and relaxed, waiting for the of his suit, moved ponderously out explosion. into the rim passageway, and made It came and it was unprintable. his way around to the Director’s of- Then it came again. fice. The soft chime announcing “WALT, YOU’RE CRAZY!” the ‘evening’ meal had sounded Walt turned the volume dovra a five minutes before, and he could bit. “Okay, Ed. Take it easy. Did be reasonably sure that everyone you get my letter?” would be in the mess hall. He left "WHY THE HELL DID YOU a sealed envelope on the Director’s DO IT!” desk and ducked up a spoke, pull- Walt tirrned the volume down a ing himself against the steadily de- little more. “Read the letter, Ed. creasing pseudo-gravity toward the Read the letter.” hub and the outer access air lock. There was a mumble and a hiss. In the air lock, the air pressure Walt waited. "I’ve got all the time exhausted, he twisted the outer in the world,” he thought. He “ hatch open and pulled himself in- looked at his air gauge. — as long to the bub, past the ion injector as the world doesn’t last longer emitter ducts, onto the outer sur- than twelve hours thirty-five min- face of the hub. He worked his way utes.” around the hub, as far away from Stewart came back on the cir- the air lock hatch as possible, and cuit, his voice sober. “I read the then pulled himself out a few me- letter, Walt. Now what?” ters along the outer surface of one “Ed, I want you to read it on of the spokes. With a silent prayer the Station common circuit. If I’ve for the Clark and Jones 'TTiread guessed right, you’ll have your test Company, he tied tbe end of his shortly.” spool of button thread to a hand “And if you’ve guessed wrong?” hold, flipped off the power to his snarled the Director. magnetic shoes, and with a flick of Walt grunted. “That’s my wor- his index finger, sent himself out- ry. Read the letter, Ed.” ward parallel to the ring axis at a Walt took the ensuing profan- very few feet per minute. He un- ity and silence on the other end 64 FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICT1©N for assent, and he shifted his re- “Don’t be too sure. Remember ceiver frequency to the Station the basic theme of our running common net. He didn’t have to psychodrama, the scapegoat. The wait long. goat has been driven off into the Stewart’s voice rang out with wilderness now, bearing all the surprising firmness: “Now hear sins of the tribe, and I’ll bet there this, everybody. We have a man is some cautious elation over there outside the Station, out of contact. in the mess room right now. But It is Walter Gritsch. He has left a these men are not members of a note. He has written: ‘I will not primitive tribe, and while our dra- write a long note. I have caused ma has worked pretty well on the you all too much pain and anger subconscious level so far, this situ- already. My attempts at humor and ation will produce some pretty camaraderie you mistook for boor- careful evaluations ’way up in the ishness; my attempts to be helpful forepart of the brain.” you took for meddling. But it was “Okay, Walt. I’ll give them fif- not your fault; it was mine. For teen minutes.” all that I have done, I ask your “One more thing. Patch the forgiveness. I have blocked the suc- pick-up in the mess room into my cess of the Project through my suit circuit, will you? I’ve done very existence, and I will now put some pretty careful staging, and an end to it. I have not the courage I’d like to catch the audience re- to do so violently, and I choose action.” ’’ this easiest of methods.’ There was a hiss and a click as Walt switched back to his pri- the Director made the necessary vate circuit with the Director. patches in his office, and Walt’s There was a brief hiss of silence suit phones buzzed with the sound and then the Director spoke again, of several voices speaking excitedly. “. his voice weary and resigned : “All . . good riddance to the fat .” right, Walt. It’s your nickel.’’ slob . . “. “Thanks, Ed. Nom^ let them . . that’s a little strong, have about fifteen minutes to stew, Tony, but ...” “. and then call a general meeting in . . human being you know ft the mess room. Let them make suggestions about the situation; . . filthy, greasy, never .” don’t you do it. Watch Svenson. I shaved . . “. think he’ll be the key man.’’ . . caused more trouble .” “Walt, if you think these men than . . “. are going to strain themselves to . . if anybody ever deserved t9 save you, you really are nuts. They ". ." hate your guts.” . . but what a way to . . THE GRITSCH SYSTEM 65

“LOOK! OUT THE PORT! Svenson, the first man to draw THERE HE IS!” blood from Gntsch, broke the si- Walt recognized Anderson’s lence with an agonizing cry: "My high-pitched voice, and he knew God, he’s a man\ We can’t just what a spectacle the eleven men stand by and let him die out in the mess room saw before them. there!” He had carefully staged the scene. Some three hours later, Walt He had locked his feet together by watched through his helmet filter flicking on just one shoe magnet, as the space in the center of the and then he had increased his suit hub glowed golden, then violet, pressure until his two arms stood then flashed blindly for a few mil- stiffly out from his sides. His tim- liseconds. Watched as the thread ing had been perfect. The sun lay which had stood straight from his opposite him, down the axis of the waist to the Station, slackened great wheel of the test station, and and coiled as the distance steadily he lay bathed in golden light. Be- diminished. The Director’s jubilant hind him, the great smoke of the voice came over the circuit. "It Milky Way was rising, the Coal worked! The test worked! We’ve Sack an inky companion to the got a drive and we’re coming after four stars of the Southern Cross. you!" There was a dead silence from As the hatchway approached, the mess room as each man took in suited figures reached for Walt, the enormity of Gritsch’s apparent snagged him, and puffed him

fate and evaluated it in his own down into the air lock. The sys- terms. Only one or two were con- tem cycled, and they began to un- sciously effected by the double suit. His helmet off, the Director symbolism of the cross, but all pounded Walt on the back; the were dimly aware of it on some others, euphoric over the success of deeper level. Most suddenly found the test and their relief at the res- themselves, despite their hatred cue, forgot their hatred of Gritsch. for Gritsch, identifying themselves The Director, likevvise momentari- with him. Baily, who was close to ly forgetful, addressed Walt by his the upper tolerance for agorapho- first name in the presence of the bia, saw Gritsch faffing across the others. “My God, Walt. Why did immensity of space for an eternity, you take such a chance?” and was struck with nausea. Ko- Walt started to answer in vac’s tendency toward claustropho- Gritsch’s Berkeley Square accent bia made him wince at the thought when he saw the sudden change of the confining suit, overpres- come over the Director’s face. The sured, and the man inside appar- Director was staring fixedly at the ently helpless to move his arms. piece of tough, black thread stiff . : —

66 FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION tied at Walt’s waist. He looked up five long months in space found re- at Walt, his face white with fury. lease. He swung from the floor Biting off each word, he said with all his strength. Walt, prac- "You mean all the time you had tised as no one else at close order that?” Then half to himself, "I defensive boxing under conditions should have known when you did- of weightlessness, took the blow on n’t drift, had no velocity, just sat his upper arm, rolled back with it, out there . . and went bumbling, laughing, Something inside the Director aching down a spoke toward his broke; all the cares and worries of sanctuary and the liniment bottle.

Coming soon . .

. . . next month, in fact, is admiralty, the third and final short novel in POUL ANDERSON’s privateer series. Al- though a sequel to marque and reprisal (Feb. 1965) and

ARSENAL PORT (April 1965), this is a complete novel in it- self, and may be read and enjoyed by any having the misfor- tune to miss the earlier pair. FREDERIC BROWN, who once called science fiction “a nightmare and a dream” will be on hand with a nightmare-shocker, replete with smoky wine- cellars, streets thick with fog, a musician with an obsession, and A LITTLE NiGHTMUsic. Our July issue vdll feature AVRAM DAVIDSON’S rogue dragon more about this next month. Our curator of biographical data just returned from the vaults with the foUouAng; “Bom in Elizabeth, N. Deborah Crawford now writes advertising copy for airlines and banks (without knowing either the laws of aerodynamics or principals of banking), reviews books on SF and music for the Book of the Month Club, and is working on two book-length manuscripts, not SF. Her first pub-

lished poem at age 12, went something like: ‘What is Life? . . .

HO HO I KNOW . . . God is the wheat, we are the chaff, that is

Life’ and was printed, all eight lines of it, in reverse order, the editor saying it sounded a little better that way. She hopes a similar fate does not await her latest.” That experimental, wdre not.

SHORT CUT

by Deborah Crawford

I want to be a Poet, said Georg On his Career Day. Standing straight and eager in the great hall Before the Elders (the affectionate name For the massive pile of memorizers In the middle of the concourse). A Poet, he said, that’s all I've ever wanted. The Elders rumbled, coughed. The first returns Were bad. Right now the world (especially The New Yankee States) needed five thousand other jobs Filled by humans more urgently than that of Poet. However, the recent editorial fuss in the newsrealies About the Compomers having been fed all existing literature Half a century ago, and now Spitting out sonnets of maddening similarity With the query Quotes earlier samples desired?^ : of Had led to a reversal to the human system That evolved out of the ancient, so-called “Anguished” method In which Poets with no invitation or guarantee 68 FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION

Blindly soit Ibrdi their brain-cliildien Toimknown patdidiets, indifferent public. So the Elders mumbled, collated and produced YES in glowing Elderese And Georg went happily unitward To commune with a rented Historian.

It takes a heap ‘o’ Hypnotape Plus a headache (Georg never did like thotsleep) To make a Career; but in a week he awoke With the world’s poetic output filtered Through his conceptions, plus techniques and tips (“What public likes best: Combine Most popular president, physician and pet’’.) Excited, confident, Georg reset to “Poethink” And began mentalizing his verse. Ah, he thought The name of my epic shall he— ‘Lily Cohn’s Androdoc’s Plutocat’ and he smiled, Already savoring the plaudits Of part of that public, immense and waiting At the hundred thousand receptor Endings of the Master Collator (Verse) In the Creative Department, Lit. Section Of the Central Communications Building.

Out went his opus, in the eighteen major languages With the “Slant’’ button pushed aU the way down, And in clicked the-returns; Georg waited Impatient, as the Collator synthesized The entire bulk of responses into a paragraph, popped Out on a printed piece of paper.

.’’ "We thank you,’’ it began. “However . . (And since a corollary of the First Law of Robotics is Kindness) “With your splendid memory for dich^ That show respect for established values, Together with your fondness for the long, obscure word, The pastel, amorphous concepts That keep the reader healthily jumping up To consult his Cyclopedia SHORT CUT 69

It is suggested you might make a distinguished Career In Civil Service.”

Just before Georg took out His little pocket Pfftt and blew himself Into a momentarily disagreeable odor, he remembered Another law; and shot his opus into a slot Of tomorrow’s ‘realies, where it would have to be Flung across the world, as his Obit.

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I SINCERELY BELIEVE THAT sckncc fiction has been, and continues to be, not a separate flow paralleling the mainstream of

modern writing, but a fresh current in it, clearly distinguishable at its point of entry, and eventually so entirely merged with the larger body as to retain existence only in terms of the measurable addition it has made to die content, turlnilence, and current speed of the whole. But ours is not the only freshet feeding the stream, and I think another is currendy meting with ours—one that seemed a short time ago, more like a cross current. I mean the avant-garde, the experimentalists, the litde-magaziners, the modern poets, and '‘beats”. Significant of this merging and oi the added impact on the mainstream, are William S. Burroughs’ nova express and John Hersey’s white lotus (received too late for inclusion in this column) —two of die most important of this season’s new novels, and both clearly and indisputably science fiction.

ANDROMEDA BBEAKTHBOUGS, Fred Hoyle and John Elliot, Harper &Row, $3.50 NOVA EXPRESS, William S. Bumm^, Grove Press, $5.00 THE ALIEN WAY, Gordon R. Didcson, Bantam Books, SOji

Here are three books by three au- and cosmologists. Gordon Dick- thors worlds apart from each other son is the rule-proving exception in background, training, experi- who decided to be a writer, studied ence, and even physical distance. writing in school; started writing; (Oceans, anyhow: Dickson lives kept doing it; and is today a lead- in Minneapolis; Hoyle and Elliot ing writer of science fiction. Wil- in England; Burroughs, when he liam Burroughs is probably the wrote this, in Tangier.) Fred world’s most famous living junkie. Hoyle, as everyone knows, is one He has written candidly and vivid- of the world's leading astronomers ly about his own experiences widi BOOKS 71

dope addiction and crime; and in est—and corniest—plot? Bur- fiction at least as autobiographical, roughs, both times. and rather more intimate, has dealt Which is tire most successful with dope, crime, and homosexu- morality play? Why, Dickson, of ality. He is also, within the “beat” course. movement, what Wells, Bradbury And which is the real old-fash- and Heinlein all rolled into one ioned s-f adventure? You guessed are to sci-fi — front-runner, godfa- it. Hoyle and Elliot. ther, mentor, and current world Nor are tliey hard to compare champ. Jack Kerouac, who is pop- in these respects. As diverse as ularly considered Mr. Beat, began they are in style, mood, and in- as a Burroughs disciple. Norman tent, the three novels have so Mailer, ranking publicist for the many features of story line, gadg- group, calls him “the only Ameri- etry, scientific and philosophic can novehst living today who may content in common, that the over- conceivably be possessed by gen- lappings and similarities constitute ius.” His works have been pub- a science fiction phenomenon of lished by all of the Big Three pub- greater interest than any one of lishers of erotica, existentialism, the books individually. and experimentalia : Grove Press All three are stories of a near- in New York, City Lights on the future (or present time) attempt- West Coast, Olympia in Paris. ed conquest of Earth by cosmic And in the new wave of avant aliens. Two of the books can even garde “fanzine” pubhshing, there be reduced to identical library- is hardly a hectographed, mime- card-type precis: oed, or offset effort Aat does not Through the use of a combina- contain at least its page or two of tion of advanced electronic and Burroughs original, reprint, or — biochemical techniques, an effec- commentary. tively instantaneous means of Burroughs is a surrealist. Hoyle communication is established be- is a scientific writer, who has re- tween Earth and a remote planet cently, wisely, enlisted John El- inhabited by a scientifically sophis- liot as collaborator for his fiction. ticated race. Due to mutual fail- ures in understanding of both the Dickson is a straightforward story physical and motivational charac- teller, w'ith a tendency to the ter of the contacts, humanity is sweeping historical-novel type plot, almost destroyed. Dedicated re- heavy intellectual-philosophic con- search by one unprejudiced non- bit of tent, and a swordbuckling xenophobic scientist, plus a last- adventure. ditch, to-the-death rebellion Which book has the most strik- against frightened and shortsight- ing scientific concepts? The tight- ed military-political leaders by the 72 FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION

protagonist, and a last-minute get me wrong; this is one of the rush of feminine hormones to the very few coherent paragraphs com- aid of sweet reason, stem science, posed of simple sentences in the and the lonely rebel, combine to book.) avert the physical danger, and to Dickson is different; he does not initiate true commimication be- use a synthetic virus or engineered tween alien species. life form. His gimmick is a “virus- (That's ANDROMEDA and alien sized mechanism” utilizing “re- WAY, cent developments in interpreting, Two of the books (andromeda transmitting, receiving, and asso- and NOVA express) make use of ciating the electrical activities that the notion of planned DNA-RNA accompany activity of the brain,” “imprinting” of molecules to create which wiU enter the brain of an a life form whose specific function alien and “set up a transmission is communication. Hoyle and El- link, embodying no time-loss, be- liott do it conventionally: a gimrt tween this alien and a volunteer electronic brain, built according to subject,” (And just to keep the rec- instructions from a distant star, ord straight, this book is not writ- helps an Earth scientist to synthe- ten this way either— at least not size living cells and “grow” a bio- all of it. Both quotes are from puta- logically complete human being tive scientific reports.) (die girl Ajidromeda), whose This life-making, life-taking, thought processes are linked to the life-simulating variety of ways to machine's memory banks, so that transfer information is the most an almost-equivalent of instanta- dramatic parallel in the three neous communication across the books, though there are many in- light years is achieved. stances of further overlap between Burroughs uses the “image vi- the two. rus” as a weapon of his Nova ALIEN WAY utilizes the me- Criminals: “We first took our im- chanical telepathy virus to estab- age and put it into code. A tech- lish contact between Jason Barch- nical code developed by the infor- ar of Earth and Kator Second- mation theorists. This code was cousin, of the Ruml, a humanoid, written at the molecular level to but marsupial, race of approximate- save space, when it was found that ly the same degree of scientific de- the image material was not dead velopment as Earth at a time per- matter, but exhibited the same life haps twenty or thirty years from cycle as the virus. This virus re- now. From that point on, Dickson leased upon the world would in- works with a double protagonist, fect the entire population and turn actually experiencing the sensa- them into our replicas.” (But don’t tions and thoughts of both charac- BOOKS 73

ters. The resulting detailed sub- citingly in the first book, summed jective study of one rarely xeno- up here), and then to the ecologi- philiac human engaged in a near- cal effects and biochemical nature killing conflict of identification of a bacterium created in the early with himself and the alien, is fas- experiments with molecule-build- cinating. And would be quite con- ing, under the direction of the ma- vincing without the equally de- chine; the bacterium is infesting tailed, to the point of tedium, earth’s oceans, multiplying at in- anthropological-zoological extra- credible speed, and sucking the polation (with documentation) of oxygen out of the atmosphere. die really not-terribly startling the- The book suffers from routine sis that the physiological charac- writing, stereotyped characters, teristics of a given species (body and an apparent belief in the Ian structure, infantile nourishment Fleming (one wonders if there is a patterns, growth rates, etc.) will relationship) school of interna- inevitably affect the cultural ethos, tional intrigue (ex-Nazi cowards, not just in government and econ- shnky near-East lady agents, etc.). omy, but in areas often considered These dispen sables, however, pro- survival or moral absolutes: pro- vide a reasonably amusing back- creative behavior, the concept of ground to a genuinely intriguing good-and-evil, the meaning of hon- scientific puzzle. More important- or, courage, love, etc. ly, the scientific cast of characters ANDROMEDA touches this theme are anything but stereotyped. twice —in die gradual influ- Neither Saviors nor Crackpots, ence of her human body on the they are a fair cross section of the loyalty of the synthetic girl, An- kinds of people who are attracted dromeda, to “her own” physically to scientific work, and they are re- and physiologically remote people vealed here in intimate and infor- —and again in the one glimpse mative detail. In the hero especial- given to the scientist-hero, John ly, all the conflicts and two cul- Fleming (via the machine-and- ture anxieties about which C.P. Andromeda) of the strange crea- Snow writes so endlessly, emerge tures he has been alternately, am- sharply, comprehensively, and bivalently, fighting and helping even empathetically. (Although I throughout the two novels. (The did feel Dickson’s final disposition present book is more like a second of his Reluctant Rebel was more installment to a for androm- realistic than Hoyle and Elliot’s EDA than like a sequel.) Lines of conclusion for Fleming.) scientific development in the two books are devoted to the problems In NOVA EXPRESS, Bur- of communication (built up ex- roughs makes use of just about all — —

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the devices and concepts of the sen; I have read an article of his other two boots—and lots more written in excellent Enghsb to create his Nova Mob and de- prose.), the first "take” is set down scribe their terrible weapons. He exactly as it wells up from (pre- conceives cosmic cops and rob- sumably) the subconscious. This bers; Crab Nebula creatures, material is then processed through Death Dwarfs, Venusian green such mysteries as the "fold in”

people, the blue metal men of or "cut up,” which are— I gather Uranus, shapechangers, flesh- Just about what they sound like. stealers, image-virii, oxygen-suck- Some similar method of redistribu- ers, etc. (ad uU, but never quite tion seems to be used for purposes absurdum'), as well as the intrepid of retelling certain incidents —or

Inspector J. Lee of the Nova Po- possiWy these are just cases where lice and his cosmic cohorts in the the same action was written by the Biobgic Courts. All these are, al- hand of the author (not by the ways, and obviously, figments of conscious mind) in different sets of your imagination (and mine) as words as part of the basic narrative. much as Burroughs’. The planet In any case, the characters, they inhabit is Earth, because he throughout the book, regroup in is talking about our culture and different combinations; the Nova civilization; but it is also (both crimes recur as deeds of different separately and jointly— simulta- members of the Mob; the Police neously and interdependently) ploys are formulated similarly un- the universe of an —of any— indi- der different circumstances, and vidual human awareness. differently in the recurrent cases; I am not at all sure that I either pieces of the action reform them- like or approve of Burroughs’ selves with different casts in dif- (anti-) novel technique. But it is ferent times and places; and within his technique, and I will not this constant realignment, inside amend it by describing the plot. any part of the narrative, the para- What is of interest is that there is graphs, speeches, sentences,

/ one. After fifty pages or so the phrases, words, are continually re- repetitions and accidentals and re- aligned and re-patterned. twistings begin to add up— a lit- The result should be sheer non- tle. sense. It is not. It is, instead, star- 'There is much in this book I do tlingly like the surreality of certain not understand. It may be that dreams, or the intense fascination there are parts of it no one but of a confusion of new impressions Burroughs could understand. in real life., The colors, after a From what little 1 know of his time, are all brighter, the people chosen technique (And it is cho- more alive, the smells stronger, BOOKS 75 deaths deadlier, fears more terri- and finding-the-predicted of nor- ble, rare moments of rest or pleas- mal adult life. ure more delicious, than most of us I cannot recommend this book. experience at any time after the You probably won't like it. I don’t clearest perceptions of childhood know yet whether I do. I have to have begun to fade into the read it again, and find out leamed-and-known-and-formular- ized kind of seeing-the-expected —Judith Mebjul

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While taking inventory, we located a few copies each of the first two hard-bound volumes of ‘The Best From Fantasy and Science Fiction”, published by Little Brown & Co., and long out of print. Only three (3) copies of the first anthology, containing 19 of the best stories from the first two years of F&SF: $5.00 each. Only four (4) copies of the second anthology, containing 18 of the best stories from the next two years of F&SF: $5.00 each.

All volumes are first editions, in good condition, with jackets. These are both rare and valuable books for collectors and, more than inciden-

tally, excellent reading. Please send remittance with your order to Mer- cury Press, P. O. Box 271, Rockville Centre, N. Y. 11571. From a newsmagazine’s cover story (on U. S. Joint Chiefs of

Staff ) : “Here is the quiet band of men who plan, program and pro- pound American military strategies~a computer-cool group of four star managers as familiar with calculus as with Clausewitz.” Well, we certainly hope so, but you wont get any reassurance from the story below, in which Robert Fish humorously assures us that the military is stiU the place for those of us with yesterdays skills.

SONNY

by Robert L. Fish

The young, nattily-dressed they had to he here in Nebraska, engineer from Electronics Intelli- far from their homes and their gences, Incorporated, stepped back families. The electricians charged from his final adjustment with a with the maintenance of the intri- satisfied smile. There was a time cate apparatus looked a bit dubi- when bow-tied and crew-cut boys ous; despite the heavy books of in- of his age were either bond sales- structions and the reams of wiring men or insurance-adjusters, but to- diagrams furnished by E.I.I. with day they all seem to be electronic the machine, the thing still looked

engineers, and Mr. George Clark formidable. General Wi lliam J. of E.I.I. was one of the best. With Quigley, responsible at the SAC justifiable pride he turned to face base for the safety of the entire the silent circle of faces about him. country, merely looked disgusted. “WeU, gentlemen,” he said “As far as I’m concerned,” he

quietly, “There it is. All yours." said to nobody in particular, “it’s The individuals making up the all a lot of nonsense. The thing group before him eyed the huge looks like that What-Me-Worry? electronic hrain with varying emo- kid!” General Quigley had started tions. The civil-service mathemati- branch with considerable nostalgia. cians who would prepare and feed And he had a bit of reason on his data to the machine looked a trifle his Army career in the cavalry, and resentful; because of this monster often recalled his service in that

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side, for the machine did bear a of doing. If anything should hap- remarkable resemblance to a sort pen to disrupt the power-supply at of idiot face, topped by a metal this base, this machine would con- tank that resembled a beanie. “Be- tinue to operate perfectly. It has sides,” the General added belliger- no outside connections at all. It is ently, addressing himself to the completely independent.” E.I.I. engineer, “what was wrong what?” said the General. with the IBM machine we had be- “We have auxiliary generators on fore?” the base in case of power-failure Mr. Clark suspected, quite »> rightly, that the enormous size of “Of course,” the young engineer the electronic brain was proving agreed, smiling brightly. “But that incomprehensible — and therefore is only one of the machine’s fea- disturbing — to the General. The tures. It has, in addition to the sales training he had been forced standard so-called ‘memory’ cir- to undergo in his early years at cuits, an additional set of cir- E.I.I. now paid off. cuits which we call ‘Imagery’ cir- “Ah, General,” he said with a cuits. Possibly a more easily-under- friendly and confident smile that stood way of explaining this would managed to appear subservient in be to call them ‘Opinion’ circuits.” the face of a recalcitrant customer Pride rang in his voice. “This ma- while still putting him in his place, chine, General, not only makes "there really is no comparison!” To calculations faster than any com- begin with, this machine is com- parable machine on the market, pletely self-contained — self-suffi- but is also equipped to draw con- cient, you might say. It generates clusions from these calculations. its own power by use of solar-cells Allow me to demonstrate this fea- mounted in the rear panel, which ture. Do you have any particular is why we located it against that question you would like to have glass-brick wall facing south. And analyzed?” it stores enough power in one day “Yes,” said the General. “Ask of sunlight to handle over two- the thing what it’s doing on this hundred hours of calculations, Base.” should it prove necessary.” “I’m serious. General,” said Mr. He pointed with obvious pride Clark reproachfully. to the beanie-like protuberance The General bit back the obvi- topping the gigantic apparatus. “It ous reply. “All right,” he said also distills the alcohol used wearily, “Ask the thing who’s go- in the alcohol-pressure-neuro-com- ing to win tlie American League pensator, which I am sure you pennant.” know no other machine is capable “Certainly,” said the young en- 78 FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION

gineer, not at all perturbed. “We another button and watched the shall require the batting and field- machine’s imagery circuits warm ing averages of all the players and up. A few seconds later the hidden the teams, as well as certain data clacking began again; an additional on their personalities and home tape now appeared and was duly life.” handed over. "I have a Baseball Annual in IF MANTLE DOESNT my desk,” one of the mathemati- BREAK A LEG, the machine had cians volunteered, and walked over added ominously. to get it. “You see?” said the engineer Mr. Clark took the booklet and happily. He began to put his in- riffled the pages quickly beneath struments away in his brief-case, one of the dial-like eyes of the while the civilian mathematicians calculator. “You see the ease of eyed one another in secret con- feeding data, General?” he asked. gratulation. But General Quigley, "It can be coded and tape-fed, in many respects far from a fool, tape-fed in ordinary English, or both saw and properly interpreted ingested at one time as you just the glance. saw. The machine now has all the “No monkey-business with this data; now—what was the ques- machine,” he said shortly. “It tion? Who will win the American works on SAC problems, and on League pennant?” He typed a short SAC problems only. And don’t burst on one of tlie coders, and either one of you forget it.” He leaned forward to press a button. turned back to the E.I.I. engineer. Lights glowed; there was an in- “Just what do you call this bucket stant and impressive whirr, and a of bolts?” hidden type^vriter began clacking. “Solar-Operated - Non-Nuclear- The engineer calmly tore off the Instrument,” replied the engineer. tape that emerged from one side “S-O-N-N-I.” of the machine and handed it to “Sonny, eh?” said the General, the General. glancing at the huge machine “NEW YORK YANKEES BY towering over him. “O.K., Sonny. FOUR AND A HALE GAMES,” They tell me you have to work for the General read. He snorted. us, so just work well and we’ll get "New York Yankees! My God, along. Don’t screw-up.” A sudden even my six-year-old boy could thought struck him and he turned have made that guess. The IBM to one of the matliematicians. would have said the same thing!” “Just for the hell of it,” he said “Undoubtedly,” the young en- with a faint smile, “feed what I gineer agreed instantly. “But please just said into the machine. Let’s wait just a moment.” He pressed see what it has to say.” SONNY 79

“I beg your pardon?” said tbe engines in use, the chemical mathematician, startled. analysis of the kerosene and water “You heard me,” said the Gen- used as fuel, and the inteUigence eral. “Give him my little pep- tests taken by the plane’s crews, talk.” it was able to estabhsh minimum The mathematician shrugged, flight-plans that saved the Govern- seated himself at one of the key- ment many milhons of dollars, boards and rattled out a burst of without impairing in any way the typing. There was the standard eflBciency of the Base’s operation. whirr and clack, and out came a It was in the course of this tape. analysis, by the way, that it recom- RODGER-DODGER, said the mended that a certain Lieutenant machine. The General stared at it Shafer be withdrawn from the incredulously. The clacking came crew of one plane until his emo- again, and out of the machine tional disturbances, caused by a came one final word from Sonny: jealous wife, be resolved. Even the —SIR! General, always skeptical of Sonny, was forced to admit the wisdom oA So Sonny went to work for SAC the suggestion, for one week later. Base Omaha, and in the next six Lieutenant Shafer, steering with months proved a valuable adjunct his feet, crashed bis Vespa into a to the Base. Each morning it was telephone pole and broke both fed the Dew-Line reports, the legs. It is a miracle that the young weather data, the latest speeches lady riding in his lap suffered no of the world’s leading political damage. figures, the freezing points of the In the seventh month of Sonny^s newest jet-fuel compositions, and residence at the SAC Base Omaha, the thermometer readings at a strange thing occurred. At the Thule, Tokyo, Anchorage, Mos- insistence of the Inspector-Gen- cow, Shanghai, and Vladovostok; eral’s office, worried by a sharp in- within seconds it had given a crease in food-costs at the Base, crystal-clear opinion as to the Sonny was assigned the job of pre- potential dangers to world peace paring proper menus that satisfied for that day. Afternoons it re- the dietary requirements of the solved various military problems, men, while talcing into considera- and nights it worked out the tion the fact that every farmer in scramble patterns and flight plans the area doubled his prices as soon for the following day. as the Commissary Officer came On one job alone it nearly saved into view. In fine with their usual its entire original cost: given the custom, the mathematicians had perfOTmance curves of the jet- accumulated all the data in the 80 FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION form most acceptable to Sonny and machine and pressed the warm-up had slipped their coded tapes into button to get a first impression of the proper slot of the machine. the difficulty. This time, however, the results Sonny’s response was weak but were far from standard. definite. TURN OFF THAT Sonny had ht his lights in the DAMN LIGHT, he typed. Mr. normal fashion, although it seemed Clark immediately switched off the to the mathematicians (they later machine and disappeared behind said) that he received his informa- the panel; in moments he had tion a bit sluggishly. Suddenly, located the difficulty. It appeared however, the sluggishness disap- that the neuro-compensator had peared; he positively glowed; his developed a tiny leak, and alcohol lights flashed dramatically; his had dripped down over the whirring became far more ani- imagery circuits. Mr. Clark re- mated than usual. From the outlet, sealed the leaking connection, and at break-neck speed, poured the then wiped off the contacts very following message: carefully, employing a heat-lamp BREAKFAST COFFEE TWO to insure complete dryness. He SLICES TOAST BUTTERED then emerged to report to the Gen- ONE HIC EGG LUNCH BRIC- eral, but he gave the machine a KEN CHOTH PARDON ME I very odd look as he did so. MEAN CHICKEN BROTHER “Never did like the God-damned HIC I MEAN CHICKEN WHY machine,” said the General. DID THE CHICK CROSS THE “An extremely unusual thing. ROADSTER BOY OH BOY General,” said the young engineer, NEVER CROSS A BROTH OF A soothingly. “Very rare. But I

CHICK HIC . . . guarantee that the compensator Sonny then lapsed info a series will never leak again. An unfor- of odd sounds ("Grunts, like,” the tunate occurance.” mathematicians later said) and General Quigley thought about dribbled into silence. this. “O.K.,” he said at long last. The electrical maintenance 'Til admit the thing has had its men, called into immediate con- uses. We’ll give the damn machine sultation, made every test advo- another trial. But one more screw- .!” cated by the manufacturer, but to up . . no avail. An urgent call was put They returned to the machine through to Tampa, home of E.I.L, together and put it through a and two hours later Mr. Clark check-test. Feeding it the Daily descended at SAC Base Omaha Racing Form—which one of the from an Army jet. In company of mathematicians oddly enough just General Quigley, he examined the happened to have in his coat- SONNY 81

pocket—they inquired after the that year that Sonny again suffered winner o( the third race at Bowie. from alcoholism, but this time the Sonny seemed to have com- alcohol lay in the stomachs of the pletely recovered from his previous two programming mathematicians indisposition. There was the barest on the night shift who had stopped hesitation and then he typed out: at a cocktail party on their way to WET TRACK OR DRY? The work, and who had certainly not young engineer thought a moment wasted their time while there. and then inserted: EITHER. The two men wound their way Somiy whirred and clacked a bit into the Computor-Room, feeling and then, in his old style, rattled no pain, and glanced at the as- out: IF WET PRINCESS DARL- signment list. There was prac- ING BY 1.3487 METERS—IF tically nothing for Sonny to do; DRY BUSBOY BY 3.7598 his recent spell of sober activity INCHES. They waited patiently had cleaned up the schedule for for the secondary circuits to come several weeks in advance. It hulked into action, and a few seconds over the two men, huge and im- later they did. Sonny had added, personal, waiting patiently. again ominously: The younger of the two mathe- IF EITHER ONE DOESNT maticians leaned back in his chair BREAK A LEG and eyed the rather idiot-appear- “My God!” said the General in ance of the electronic monster with disgust. “We depend on this thing what he honestly considered to be to save us all from world holo- a thoughtful glance. caust, and the worst disaster it can “You know,” he said slowly, an possibly envision is a broken leg!” idea forming hazily in his fogged "Now, now. General,” said Mr. brain, “I wonder if our complex Clark coyly, employing his charm friend here can solve a problem to the utmost. He closed his bag that was propounded to me as a and arose, wiping his hands. child. It goes like this: A ship is “Good as new again,” he said, at- five-hundred and eight feet long; tempting lightness. "We’re sorry it weighs eighteen-thousand long about these things. General, but tons and displaces thirty-two-thou- accidents happen.” sand cubic feet. It was originally “At SAC Bases they can’t afiFord constructed in Hamburg and is to happen,” said the General named the Swallow. Its beam is coldly. “Well, O.K. We’U give it twenty-nine feet and the Phmsoll another chance.” line is at mark J. It is painted

So Sonny went back to work . . . white with green stripes, and is carrying a cargo of sulphanated It was early in November of widgets from Galveston to Newark 82 FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION via the inland waterway." He starting gate, weary of his enforced looked at his companion across vacation. The yoimg mathemati- their desks. “What is the name of cian finished feeding the data in, the ship’s Captain?” and then leaned back smiling a bit The other programmer stared at sardonically. him with a wavering grin slowly There was the usual enthusiastic spreading across his face. He nod- starting whirr, but the series of ded happily. “I remember that clacks that followed were, un- ” one,” he said. “The answer is — naturally, of a diminishing tempo “Shhhhh!” The younger mathe- and eventually drifted off into a matician leaned forward, one querying silence. Sonny seemed to finger to his lips. He cast his eyes have paused to reconsider. Then anxiously up to the solemn face of the clacks began again, stern, force- the computer towering over him. ful, determined; but once more “No hints! Let Sonny start from they hesitated and faded into noth- scratch!” ing. For a moment nothing hap- “But it’s only a joke!” the second pened and then Sonny’s lights one protested. struggled against dimness and His younger colleague eyed him failed. There was a pregnant coldly. “So let’s test him on jokes,” click! From behind the darkened he said evenly, and reached for the panel of the huge machine a slight keyboard of the coder. “Old idiot- wisp of smoke began to rise eerily face has to learn sometimes!” over the quiet electronic conglom- His companion, who had either eration. drunk less at the cocktail party, or The two men stared at the through age had developed a phenomenon a moment in fright- greater tolerance to dry-martinis, ened awe, substantially sobered by put out a hand. “The General," he the experience. said pleadingly. “He’ll kill us. You “My God!” said the second, know what he said about playing sweating. “Omaha wasn’t bad with the machine.” enough —now Leavenworth!” “What the General don’t know “The maintenance electrician!” can’t hurt him,” said the first, now said the younger, more practical fired by his idea and past all rea- because something told him he was son. “Or us, either,” he added, and responsible and he had better be started to rattle the words into the more practical, or else. "Get the machine. maintenance electrician!” Sonny, lights glowing patriotic- For once the maintenance elec- ally, accepted the symbols almost trician did not require the service eagerly; he appeared like a of Mr. Clark, but was able to be of thoroughbred champing at the assistance himself. He quickly lo- —

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cated the over-loaded imagery cir- these inducements he made an ap- cuit, replaced it with a fresh wire, pearance at the Computor-Room of and set the fuse-boxes to their the Base, prepared to sacrifice his original load-charge. He left with time in the more vital interests of no notion of the disaster he had his country. avoided and returned to the poker This particular Sunday was as

game in the power-house, con- aU the others. General William J. scious only of the full-house he Quigley seated himself easily at had abandoned to answer the the main desk and leaned back service-call. The two completely comfortably. The clock on the wall sobered mathematicians made no opposite him marked the hour as attempt to do further work with 9:16. The mathematicians seated Soimy that evening, but collapsed before Sonny fed the patient ma- in their chairs and stared at chine the most recent information it guiltily. Sonny, unconnected, concerning the Dew-Line, the loomed in the darkness of the latest weather reports, the most computor-room, silently accusing. available data on tibe Chinese diet, and all the other normal pertinent

The balance of that week the information. The usual lights lit, two mathematicians, quite natur- although there was no doubt that ally, were quite subdued, but so the whirring was more animated oddly enough—was Sonny. He and the clacking sharper and more handled his assignments well alive. General Quigley leaned over

enough, but he seemed to do it in a negligently to take the tape that rather lackadaisical fashion, as if had begun to ooze from the side of his mind were elsewhere. It was the machine, running his eyes over not until the following Sunday, in it lightly. Then his eyes almost fact, that he showed any revival of popped from his head, for the tape his old verve and elan. read: General Quigley, as was his cus- NEW YORK CITY WILL BE tom, always personally watched BOMBED NINE-OH-ONE SAC the daily analysis each Sunday OMAHA TIME TODAY WASH- morning, for ever since Pearl Har- INGTON AT NINE-OH-EIGHT bor he was convinced that any SAME TIMEBASE CHICAGO future enemy attack would take NINE-TWELVE SAC OMAHA place on this day. Every Sunday BASE WILL CATCH IT NINE- morning, therefore, he manfuUy NINETEEN . . . resisted the blandishments of his But despite the dire import of vnfe to lead him to church, plus the message, the General did not the efforts of the children to drag succumb to panic. Years of train- him to Tom & Jerry. In place of ing for just this emergency came to 84 FANTASY AND SCIENCE FiCnOfN his aid. Bat as his hand flashed have a ccniple of spare tickets to automatically towards The Button, the Giant-Cardinal game this two things happened: his brain afternoon. How’s about you and registered the fact that it was ex- Gloria coming up cm the jet for the actly nine-nineteen at that mo- game?” ment; and the telephone at his left General Quigley drew a deep hand—always on an open line to and tremulous breath, glancing up other SAC Bases—began to ring. in an odd manner at ^nny as he His right hand hesitated as his left did so, “Not today, Tim, I’m hand shot out to grab the phone. A afraid. Thanks just the same, but cool voice sounded in his ear. today I’m going to be busy.” “General Quigley?” The voice “AH work and no play, you was more than cool; it sounded know, Quig. Well, some oAer bored. “TTiis is SAC Base New time, maybe.” York, here. One moment for Gen- Generd Quigley’s eyes surveyed eral Hopkins.” the gigantic machine along the “But, my God!" Quigley wall in speculation. “All right, screamed. “Aren’t you being Tim. Some other time, maybe. bombed?” Thanks just the same. And our The sergpant at the other end of love to Phyllis.” the line had been in the Army too He hung the receiver back in many years to make positive place and continued to stare at answers to Generals. His tone, Sonny. The others in the room re- however, indicated lifted eye- mained quiet; some of them were brows. “Bombed, sir? I really astute enough to recognize that the couldn’t my, sir. Maybe it would General was about to blow his be better if you spoke to General stack— the others were old Army Hopkins, sir." and only spoke when spoken to. Another voice came on the line But the General's voice as he at once. “Quig? How are you, you turned to his Aide was actually old goat? What’s all this magoo quiet. Too quiet. about being bombed?” "I want that E.I.I. engineer to General Quigley’s right hand be in my office in just one hour fluttered weakly to his side. "Hello, and a half. Maximum," He Tim. Everything all right in New glanced down at his right hand; York?” it was still trembling. With the "Fine. Except for the prices, most rigid of control he pushed that is. These jokers can spot a himself to his feet and forc^ him- midwestemer six blocks away on a self to walk steadily out of the foggy day. Hidden radar, I guess. room. His eyes, as they swung past Say, Quig, what I called about: I Sonny, were cranpletely blank. —

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When the young engineer from mindful of his sales training, “I’m E.I.I. arrived by special jet, he sure we can regulate whatever was brought directly to General error has appeared. I can e\ en get Quigley’s ofi&ce. Since nobody had our chief-designer down here in bothered to explain the difficulty, two hours ...” he was possibly a bit breezier than “Now you hsten to me,” said was properly appropriate under the the General in a voice tliat was circumstances. calmer, but only shghtly calmer. ‘‘Trouble, General?” he asked “Listen and get this straight. I genially. didn’t get you up here from General Quigley clenched his Florida for a lot of conversation. fists and forced himself to speak In exactly twelve hours, if that calmly. "Mister,” he said, “You monstrosity is still on this Base, I have exactly twelve hours to dis- will give orders to have it taken mantle and remove that — that out and shot!” He arose, terrifying that thing— from this Base.” Then in his repressed fury. “I will ac- all of the fears and terrors and cept any responsibility that might panic he had suppressed for so arise, but I swear I will have it ” long arose in one engulfing wave, machine-gunned ! flooding him. So within twelve hours Sonny “God-damn it!” he roared, beat- was mounted on a flat-car, ing his clenched fist on the desk. wrapped with a plastic sheet to “Do you realize that I almost protect its solar cells, and sent on pressed The Button? Do you its way back to the E.I.I. factory realize that that God-damned ma- in Tampa. And twelve hours after chine almost caused me to start a this, the old IBM machine had war? A world war? AN ATOMIG been re-installed. WAR? Can you get it through SAC Base Omaha went back to your thick head that except for a normal; although I hear that Gen- chance telephone call, you and I eral Quigley still has trouble sleep- and millions of others would be ing of nights, and the sight of a dead by now? Dead? DEAD? Ex- button —any button, even one on cept for a God-damned chance his wife’s blouse, or the button on telephone call, we’d all be stinking the doorbell at home—leaves him cinders?” He took a shuddering trembling for hours . . . breath. “Now; take that God- damned machine out of here be- As the flat-car carrying Sonny fore I take an axe to it!” south passed through a small “But, General,” the young en- Georgia village, a sudden puff of gineer stammered, frightened by breeze caught one corner of the this inexplicable outburst, but still plastic cover, unveiling the solar- . ,

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cells to the bright autumn sunlight. trestle, caught one and looked at Slowly the machine came back to it. It seemed to them to make no life. The vari-coloied lights hid- sense at all, so they threw it away den behind the plastic shroud be- and went on. gan to flicker; various circuits be- They were scarcely to be gan to warm up. And shortly blamed. Certainly the message was thereafter, had anyone been there not of world-shaking importance, to listen, they would have heard for it merely read: BUT IT’S the faint monotonous clacking of a ONLY A JOKE BUT ITS ONLY concealed typewriter. And had A JOKE BUT IT’S ONLY A

they listened even more closely, JOKE BUT IT’S ONLY . . they might have noted that the soft But even this message was not clacking soimded slightly petulant. as confusing as those which might The tepe, feeding down from have been found further along the the side of the machine, worked line, for a sudden jar in crossing a its way free of the plastic cover, multiple-switch had apparently caught the breeze, and was tom awakened another of the imagery oflF in little strips. These strips flut- circuits. The petulant tone had tered along the route of the sway- been widened to include a touch of ing train, catching in Southern anger and the message now read: pine, or falling to die cinders be- HOPE THEY BREAK A LEG side the track. Two little boys, HOPE THEY BREAK A LEG marching along the ties to a good HOPE THEY BREAK A LEG

fishing spot they knew beneath a HOPE THEY BREAK A LEG , .

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TO TELL A CHEMIST

by Isaac Asimov

Yesterday, i watched a television program called “To Tell the Truth.” If you are unaware of its nature, I will explain that it involves a panel of four, who try to guess which one, of three people claiming to be

John Smith, is the real John Smith. They do so by asking questions which, they hope, the real John Smith (pledged to tell the truth) can answer correctly, while the phonies, however primed, cannot. The reason I watched was that Catherine de Camp (the lovely and charming wife of L. Sprague de Camp) was scheduled to appear as a contestant in her capacity as archaeologist. To my surprise, two of the four panelists would not believe she was the real Catherine de Camp. Her case seemed shaken when, in answer to one question, she stated that Atlantis had never existed. The stir of disapproval among the panelists was marked. Surely, no real archaeologist (they were plainly thinking) would deny the existence of Atlantis. And it got me to thinking How does one distinguish quickly and easily between a specialist and a weU-primed non-specialist? It seems to me you must find little things no one would ever think to prime the non-specialist upon. Since I know the chemical profession best, I devised two questions, for instance, to tell a chemist from a non-chemist. Here they are

1 ) How do you pronounce UNIONIZED? 2) What is a mole? In response to the first question, the non-chemist is bound to say “YOON-yun-ized” which is the logical pronunciation, and the dictionary pronunciation, too. The chemist, however, would never think of such a thing; he would say without a moment’s hesitation: “un-EYE-on-ized.” In response to the second question, the non-chemist is bound to say. FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION

"A little furry animal that burrows underground” unless he is a civil engineer who will say, “A breakwater.” A chemist,— on the other hand, wifi clear his diroat, and say, "Well, it's like this ” and keep talking for hoars. There’s my cue. Shall we talk about the chemical version of the little furry animal?

To do so, we will begin with molecules. The oxygen molecule, con- sisting of two oxygen atoms, has a molecular weight of 32; while the hydrogen molecule, consisting of two hydrogen atoms, has a molecular weight of 2. Such molecular weights are pure numbers (see THE WEIGHTING GAME, F & SF, April 1962) and it is not necessary to go into their significance here. All we have to understand at this moment is that the ratio of the mass of an oxygen molecule to that of a hydrogen molecule is indicated by their respective molecular weights to be 32 to 2. If we take two molecules of oxygen and two of hydrogen, the mass of each substance is doubled, but the ratio remains the same. The ratio also remains the same if we take ten of each type of molecule, or a hundred of each, or five thousand two hundred and sixty-six of each, and so on. We can make it general and say that as long as we have equal numbers of molecules of hydrogen and of oxygen, the total mass of the oxygen molecules is to the total mass of the hydrogen molecules as 32 is to 2. We can begin with a 2-gram sample of hydrogen. This contains a certain number of hydrogen molecules, which we will call N. Imagine that we also have a sample of oxygen which contains N oxygen mole- cules. Since the two gas samples contain equal numbers of molecules, the mass of the oxygen to that of the hydrogen is as 32 is to 2. The mass of die hydrogen has been set at 2 grams, therefore the mass of the oxygen is 32 grams. We conclude that 2 grams of hydrogen and 32 grams of oxygen both contain N molecules. Notice the significance of the 2-gram sample of hydrogen. It is the numerical value of the molecular weight (2) expressed in grams. We can therefore refer to 2 grams as the “gram-molecular-weight” of hydro- gen. (Similarly, 2 pounds of hydrogen would be the pound-molecular- weight, 2 tons of hydrogen would be the ton-molecular-weight, and so on. We will confine ourselves, however, to gram-molecular-weights.) By the same reasoning, 32 grams of oxygen, is a gram-molecular- weight of oxy^n. Now the phrase "gram-molecular-weight” contains six syllables. Since chemists must use the phrase very frequently, they sought avidly for TO TELL A CHEMIST 89 some shortened version. You will note that the fifth to eight letters in- clusive are “m-o-l-e”. With a wild cry of delight, chemists shortened “gram-molecular-weight” to “mole.” Some of them, in the nervous realization that a “mole” is a little, furry animal that burrows underground, try to use “mol” instead. I was forced to used “mol”, in a textbook I once wrote, by the over-riding vote of my two co-authors, a state of affairs which led to internal bleeding. The word is universally pronounced with a long “o” and "mol” must clearly have a short “o.” Consequently, in this article, where I am my own master, I use “mole.” Do you hear me, world? “Mole!” Very well, then, I have already shown that 1 mole of hydrogen and 1 mole of oxygen both have the same number (N) of molecules. By similar reasoning, it is possible to show that 1 mole of any substance at all contains N molecules. As examples, the molecular weight of water is 18, that of sulfuric acid is 98, and tliat of table sugar (sucrose) is 342. There are, therefore, N molecules in 18 grams of water, in 98 grams of sulfuric acid, and in 342 grams of sucrose.

Now I have explained the mole, but one thing leads to another, and I refuse to stop. For instance, suppose you collect 1 mole of hydrogen (2 grams) and keep it at what is called “standard temperature and pressure” (STP), which means a temperature of 0° C. and a pressure of 1 atmosphere. You will find tliat the hydrogen will take up a volume of 22.4 liters. Suppose you next do the same for 1 mole of oxygen (32 grams). Its volume at STP is also 22.4 liters. In fact, take 22.4 liters of any gas, and though the mass of the gas may varj' all over the lot, you will always * find yourself with 1 mole. In the same way, 1 1.2 liters of any gas contain 0.5 moles of that gas; 44.8 liters of any gas contain 2 moles of that gas and so on. In fact, we can make the following statement: "Equal volumes of gases under fixed conditions of temperature and pressure contain equal numbers of mole- cules.” This statement is easy to work out once there is a grasp of the atomic theory of matter, plus the simple obsen'ation that 2 grams of hydrogen and 32 grams of oxygen take up the same volume.

*Actually, this is precisely true only in the case of a “perfect gas", which I will mention again later in the article. Actual gases deviate slightly from this state of affairs, and some gases deviate quite a bit. To make my point here, however, I shall overlook minor imperfections. 90 FANTASY AND SCISNCn FICTION

The statement was first made in 1811, however, by an Italian physicist named Amedeo Avogadro, at a time when the atomic theory had just been broached and was barely invading the chemical conscious- ness. The statement (still called “Avogadro’s hypothesis” to this day) seemed, at the time it was made, to be pulled out of thin air and was generally ignored. It took fifty years before its worth and value were appreciated and, as you might expect, Avogadro died just a few years tw soon to see himself vindicated. The next question is, what is the value of N? How many molecules are there in 1 mole of any substance? Obviously, it is a very large number since molecules are so small, Imt that was as far as anyone could go at first. Avogadro, in his lifetime, hadn’t the slightest idea of what the exact value of N might be; and neither had anyone else.

It wasn’t until 1865 that a German physicist, J. Loschmidt, worked out a reasonable value for the first time, following a particular theoretical approach. Since then, at least a dozen different approaches have been utilized, and all have yielded virtually the same result. The number of molecules in 1 molej>f a substance (called "Avogadro’s number”, by the way) turns out to be, using the value officially accepted in 1963, 6.02252 X 10®*. If you want that written out in full, it is 602,252,000,000,000,- 000,000,000; or, in words, it is a little over six hundred sextillion. From Avogadro’s number, you can work out the actual mass of any molecule, by dividing the number into the molecular weight. Thus, since 32 grams of oxygen contains 6.02552 x 10^ oxygen molecules, one oxygen molecule has a mass of 32 divided by 6.02252 x 10^, or about 5.31 X 10-2® grams (0.0000000000000000000000531 grams). It may seem unfair to you that Avogadro’s name is attached to a num- ber he never worked out, but it doesn’t to me, for he was the one who made the crucial mental leap in this respect. However, if you are one who finds the apparent unfairness rankling, feel relieved! Loschmidt, who first worked out the value of Avogadro’s number is himself appropri- ately honored. The number of molecules in 1 cubic centimeter of gas at

STP is “Loschmidt’s number.” Since 1 mole of gas takes up 22.4 liters, or to be more precise, 22,415 cubic centimeters, at STP, Loschmidt’s number is Avogadro’s number divided by 22,415. Loschmidt’s number therefore comes out to be 2.68683. x 10^®, or 26,868,300,000,000,000,000, or just imder twenty-seven quintillion.

Now we can have fun and games with Loschmidt’s number (which we will symbolize as L. If there are L molecules in 1 cubic centimeter of gas, then the average TO TELL A CHEMIST 91

distance between the center of one molecule and that of its neighbor is equal to the reciprocal of the cube root of L; that is to 1/®VL. Working this out (I’ll do it myself; I needn’t plague you with every- thing), it becomes apparent that the average intermolecular distance in a gas at STP is 3.33 x 10'^ centimeters. This is a very short distance for it is about a third of a millionth of a centimeter and a centimeter is about two-fifths of an inch. We might well feel justified in considering gases to be choked to bursting with molecules. Let’s consider matters further, however. A hundred-millionth of a centimeter ( 1 O'® centimeters) is an “Angstrom unit”, which is usually abbreviated as A. This means that the average intermolecular distance in a gas at STP can be expressed as 33.3 A. But the radius of a small molecule is in the neighborhood of a little over 3 A. This means that the separation between small molecules is some 10 times the radius of those same molecules. If one of those mole- cules were expanded to the size of the Earth, its neighbor (also the size of the Earth) would be 40,000 miles away, or something more than one-sixth the distance between the Earth and the Moon. That might be quite close astronomically, but certainly the earth would not feel particu- larly crowded with a neighbor at such a distance. In fact, the amount of space taken up by small gas molecules would be only 1/1000 of the total volume of the gas. To put it another way, ordinary gases are something like 99.9 percent intermolecular space and

only 0. 1 percent molecules. From that standpoint, gases aren’t crowded with matter at aU. They might, instead, be looked upon as reasonable approaches to vacuum. Notice that I’ve been specifying standard temperature and pressure.

If the pressure is increased it is easy to push the molecules closer to- gether, considering how much empty space there is in gases. In fact, doubling the pressure halves the volume of the gas, tripling the pressure

reduces the volume to one-third, and so on (provided there is no tempera- ture change). You might wonder why the gas molecules don’t fall together of their own accord. Why should they stay so far apart anyway? The answer is that they possess energy which expresses itself in the form of rapid motion, and this motion jostles the molecules apart, so to speak, through incessant collisions. If tire pressure is relieved, the molecular jostling

moves the molecules correspondingly farther apart. If the pressure is re- duced to one-half, the volume of the gas doubles; if the pressure is re- duced to one-third, the volume triples, and so on (provided, again, there is no temperature change). 92 FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION

If the temperature is increased (and die pressure is left unchanged), the molecular velocity increases, the jostling is more energetic and the volume increases. If the temperature falls, the volume decreases. There is thus a neat interlocking among the temperature, pressure and volume of a particular sample of gas. If the gas is perfect, the relationship can be expressed as a very simple “equation of state.” For actual gases, the equation has to be modified and made more complicated, but we’ll discuss that another time, perhaps. The first to note the relationship of pressure and volume in gases was the English chemist, Robert Boyle, in 1662. In 1677, a French physicist, Edme Mariotte, discovered the relationship independently and was the first to specify that temperature must be kept unchanged. lA Great Britain and America, we therefore speak of “Boyle’s Law” and in continental Europe of “Mariotte’s Law.” In 1699, a French physicist, Guillaume Amontons, noted the effect of temperature on air, and the manner in which volume and temperature were interrelated. Another French physicist, Jacques A. C. Charles, re- peated the observation in 1787 and noted that it applied to all gases and not to air alone. Charles did not publish, however, and a French chemist, Joseph Louis Gay-Lussac, who repeated the observation yet again in 1802, did publish. The relationship is therefore referred to as either “Charles’ law” or “Gay-Lussac’s law.” Poor Amontons gets nothing. So far, the development of understanding concerning the equation of state for gases was the result of purely empirical observation. In the 1860’s, however, the Scottish mathematical physicist, James Clerk Max- well, accepted a gas as a collection of perfectly elastic molecules engaged in rapid random motion and treated the collection of molecules by means of a rigorous statistical interpretation. An Austrian physicist, Ludwig Boltzmann, did the same independently. Together, they showed that such an interpretation could account for the pressure/temperature/vol- ume relationships beautifully. Thus was developed the “kinetic theory of gases” (“kinetic” coming from a Greek word for “motion”) and it was from this kinetic theory, and the equations it produced, that Loschmidt worked out Avogadro's number for the first time. See how science hangs together!

Maxwell’s kinetic theory made use of tivo assumptions that aren’t perfectly correct. To simplify matters, he supposed that the individual gas molecules were of zero size and that there was no mutual molecular attraction. A gas for which these assumptions are correct is the perfect gas I mentioned earlier. In actual gases, the molecules are tiny, but not TO TELL A CHEMIST 93

of zero size, and there is a tiny, but not zero, mutual attraction. Hence, actual gases are more or less imperfect. The imperfection is least in the cases of the gases, helium, hydrogen and neon, where the molecules (or, in the case of helium and neon, single atoms) are smallest and the mutual attraction least. We can pretend, though, that we are dealing with a perfect gas and consider the effect of temperature. If we begin with a mole of perfect gas at STP, we find the volume is 22,415 cubic centimeters. For every de- gree C. we raise the temperature, the volume increases by a trifle over 82 cubic centimeters, and for every degree C. by which we drop the temperature, the volume decreases by a trifle over 82 cubic centimeters. If we continue dropping the temperature, degree by degree, and if 82 cubic centimeters peels off the volume with each degree, then by the time we reach a temperature of — 273.1 5° C., the volume has decreased to zero. It was this fact which first gave rise to the notion of — 273.15° C. as an “absolute zero”, an ultimate cold which could not be surpassed. Of course, it is only in a perfect gas with molecules of zero size that a shrinkage of volume to zero can be visualized. In any actual gas, with molecules of some definite size, volume can shrink only to the point where the molecules make surface-to-surface contact, at which point the situation changes radically. Suppose that the molecules of a particular gas have a radius of 1 A. At surface contact, the molecules are separated, center to center, by a distance equal to the sum of their radii; that is, by a distance of 2 A. Wc can calculate at what temperature tliis should happen. At 0° C. the center-to-center separation is 33.3 A and at — 273.15° C. the separation is (ideally) zero. The distance declines smootlily with falling temperature so that we find that at —257° C. the separation has decreased to 2 A and surface-to-surface contact has been made. Since ° — 257° C. is about 16° above absolute zero, it can be written 16 K (where K stands for Kelvin; Lord Kelvin having been the first to make use of a temperature scale that placed zero at the absolute zero). If the molecule is particularly small so that die radius is only 0.5 A, surface-to-surface contact would be made at a temperature of 8° K. Once surface-to-surface contact is made, the substance —under ordi- nary circumstances at least — is not likely to behave as a gas any further. We have, instead, a “condensed phase.”

When surface-to-surface contact is first made, the molecules will still possess sufficient energy to slide aroimd freely. They are then in the

"liquid state." If the temperature falls lower and energy is subtracted, the molecules lock into place and the substance is in the “solid state,” 94 FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION

It would seem from what I have said so far that the perfect gas would never liquefy since its molecules would never make surface-to-surface contact, short of absolute zero itself, and absolute zero cannot be reached. Actual gases, however, — or so it would seem —must hquefy at tempera- tures short of absolute zero, but not very far short. This is more or less true for the three actual gases which, of all gases, are nearest perfection. Helium, the most nearly perfect, liquefies at 4.2“ K., hydrogen at 20.3° K., and neon at 27.2° K. Other gases, however, liquefy at considerably higher temperatures. Oxygen, for instance, which is not terribly imperfect, has a liquefaction point of 90.1“ K. At 90.1“ K., the molecules of gas have an average separation, center- to-center, of about 1 1 A. Even if we allow the oxygen molecule a radius of 2 A, the surface-to-surface separation would be 7 A. The temperature could drop down to close to 30“ K before surface-to-surface contact was made. Nevertheless, oxygen liquefies at 90. 1 “ K and not at 30° K. To explain that, we must remember the second imperfection of actual gases; the fact that there is an attraction between molecules. In the case of helium, hydrogen and neon, this attraction is very small. If helium atoms happen

to collide the mutual attraction is so small it is easily overcome even by the small amount of energy of motion present at extremely low tempera-

tures. For that reason, liquefaction of helium doesn’t take place till surface-to-surface contact enforces it.

The mutual attraction among oxygen molecules, however, is con- siderably higher than among helium or neon atoms or among hydrogen molecules. By the time the temperature has sunk to 90.1“ K., the energy of motion is no longer sufficient to pull apart two molecules that have happened to collide. The attraction among oxygen molecules is sufficient- ly large to hold the combination in place, and oxygen liquefies. A great many substances possess intermolecular (or interatioinic or interionic) attractions so great they that are not gases even at high temperatures; a few not until a temperature of 6000“ C is reached. Now let’s tackle the condensed phases, beginning with liquid hydro- gen. This has a density of 0.07 grams per cubic centimeter at its boiling point (the loivest density for the condensed phase of any substance). Since 2 grams of hydrogen (1 mole) contain 6.02252 x 10*® mole- cules, 0.07 grams contain approximately 2.09 x 10-® molecules. The average center-to-center separation of the molecules is, therefore, 3.63 A. This can be taken as the effective diameter of the hydrogen molecule in liquid hydrogen. (For an oxygen molecule, simUar calculations yield a diameter of about 3.9 A.) )

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You might suppose, that as one went up the table of elements to more and more complex atoms, that the atomic diameters, calculated from the density of the condensed phases of the elements, would get steadily larger. This, however, is not so. The atomic volume is largely determined by the amount of space taken up by the electrons of the atom, and a great deal depends on just how those electrons arranged. The electrons are arranged in shells and in some atoms, the outermost shell is occupied by a single electron, which is usually held quite weakly and moves far out from the nucleus, giving that atom an unusually large volume. This is true for sodium, potassium, rubidium and cesium, for instance, with cesium the most extreme case for it has more electrons all together than the other atoms of its type. Cesium, like metals generally, is considered as being made up of single atoms not arranged in molecular combinations. The atomic weight of cesium is 132.9 so that 132.9 grams is the “gram-atomic-weight” (This is not a gram-molecular-weight, so it shouldn’t, strictly speaking, be referred to as a "mole.”) The gram-atomic-weight of an element contains Avogadro’s number of atoms. The density of cesimn at room temperature is 1.87 grams per cubic centimeter so that 1 cubic centimeter of cesium contains about 8.15 x 1 0*^ atoms. The effective diameter of the cesimn atom in solid cesium is therefore about 5 A. On the other hand, when the outermost shell is about half-full of electrons, the atom is quite small. The electrons are drawn unusually close to the central nucleus, and this means that neighboring atoms can be drawn unusually close together. In fact, the compactness of packing proceeds in periodic waves if one plots it against atomic weight. The atomic diameter rises to a peak, and packing is least compact each time a one-electron-in-the-outermost-shell point is reached; and atomic diameter falls to a trough, and packing is most compact, each time the outermost-shell-half-full situation is reached. It was this which, in 1870, gave the German chemist, Lothar Meyer, the notion of the “periodic table” of elements. (Meyer, however, was beaten to the punch by the Russian chemist, Dmitri I. Mendeleev, who reached the same conclusion by another line of argument just a few months earlier. But that is another story. Examples of regions in the periodic table of particularly small atoms are, in order of increasing complexity of atomic structure: 1) beryllium, boron and carbon, 2) iron, cobalt and nickel, 3) ruthenium, rhodimn, and palladium, and 4) osmium, iridium, and platinum. 96 FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION

Without going into all the mathematical details, here are some inter- atomic distances in the room-temperature solid (and, therefore, the effec- tive atomic diameters). Carbon (in the form of diamond) 1.8 A; nickel, 2.2 A; rhodium, 2.4 A; and osmium 2.4 A. Diamond is the most compact of all solids. This, combined with the fact that each carbon atom in diamond is firmly held by each of four record-close neighbors, is what makes diamond Ae hardest known sub- stance (with the possible exception of boron nitride, which closely mimics the diamond situation). The more compact a solid is, the denser it is, and the more massive the individual atoms are, the more extreme the density. Of the various groups of compact atoms, the most massive are those of the three elements, osmium, iridium and platinum. They should be, therefore, and are, the densest of the elements (or, indeed, of any substance.) The density of platinum is 21.37 grams per cubic centimeter, that of iridium is 22.42 grams per cubic centimeter, and that of osmium, the record holder, 22.5 grams per cubic centimeter. Osmium is just about twice as dense as lead, and is 1/6 denser than gold. A cubic foot is not a very large volume, but a cubic foot of osmium weighs 1400 pounds. Naturally, the farther apart atoms are (center-to-center) the less trouble it is, all other things being equal, to pull them apart altogether, whether by heat or by the chemical pull of other atoms. Thus, the loosely packed cesium has a melting point of 28.5° C and a boiling point of 670° C., while osmium melts at 2700° C and boils at some temperature higher than 5300° C. Of all solids, carbon is the most compact, and it also has the highest melting point. It is close to 3700° C before it ceases to be a solid. (Actually it sublimes, rather than melts, turning into gaseous carbon.) Again, cesium is so ready to leave the society of its fellows and join with other atoms that it is the most active of all metals. Osmium, iridium, and platinum, are, on the other hand, the least active of all metals. You see? Beginning students of chemistry often think of the science as a mere collection of disconnected data to be memorized by brute force. Not at all! Just look at it properly and everything hangs together and makes sense. Of course, getting the hang of the proper look isn’t always easy. ” ”

As promised, here is the latest of Zenna Henderson’s stories about The People, with all the warmth and richness of vlot and character which readers have come to expect of Miss Henderson. If you are new to this series, you have a pleasant

surprise in store. If you are familiar with it, you are un- doubtedly already reading.

NO DIFFERENT FLESH

by Zenna Henderson

Meris watched the darkness Lights in the cabin gasped, re- rip open and mend itself again in covered, and died. Meris heard the same blinding flash that closed Mark’s sigh and the ruffle of his her eyes. Behind her eyelids the pushed-back papers. dark reversals flicked and faded. ‘Til get the lantern,” he said, Thunder jarred the cabin window "It’s out in the store room, isn’t where she leaned and troubled her it?" bones. The storm had been gath- “Yes.” Lightning flushed the ering all afternoon, billowing up whole room, now that the light no in blue and white thunderheads longer defended it. "But it needs over the hills, spreading darkly, filling. Why don't we wait to see somberly, to snuff the sunset. The if the lights come back— on. We wind was not the straight blow- could watch the storm ing, tree-lashing, branch-breaker ‘Tm sorry.” Mark’s arm was of the usual summer storm. In- gentle across her shoulders. ‘Td stead, it blew simultaneously from like to, but I —can’t spare the time. several directions. It mourned like Every minute a snow wind around the eaves of Meris pressed her face to the tire cabin. It ripped the length of glass, peering out into the chaotic the canyon through the tree-tops darkness of the canyon wall. She while the brush below hardly still wasn’t quite used to being in- stirred a twig. Lightning was so terested in anything outside her continuous now that glimpses of own grief and misery—all those the outdoors came through the long months of painful numbness windows like sudden blows. that, at the same time had been a

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protesting hammering at the Gold- “We waited for her so long,” en Gates and a wild shrieking at said Meris softly, “And had her God. What a blessed relief it was, for so short a time.” finally to be able to let go of the “But long enough that you are a baby— to feel grief begin to drain mother and I am a father,” said away as though a boil had been Mark. “We still have that.” lanced. Not that sorrow would be “Now that I can finally talk gone, but now there could be about her,” said Meris, “I won’t healing for the blow that had been have to talk about her any more. I too heavy to be mortal. can let her be gone now.” “Take good care of her,” she “Oh, Mark!” Meris held his whispered to the bright slash of hand to her cheek, “Having you to the lightning. “Keep her safe and anchor me is all that’s kept me happy until I come.” from—” She winced away from the win- “I’m set in my ways,” smiled dow, startled at the sudden audi- Mark. “But of late you’ve been ble ^at of rain against the glass. lifting such a weight off me that The splat became a rattle and the I don’t think I could anchor a rattle a gushing roar and the fade- butterfly now!” and-flare of the outdoors dissolved "Love you, Mark!” into streaming rain. "Love you, Merisi” Mark hugged Mark came back into the cabin, her tightly a moment and then let the light in his hands flooding her go. “Back to work again. No Hue-white across the room. He flexibility left in the dea^ine any hung the lantern on the beam more. It has— to be done on time above the table and joined Meris. this time or "The storm is about over,” said Lightning splashed brightness Meris, turning in the curve of his against the wall. Meris moved arm. “It’s only rain now.” back to the window again, the

"It'll be back,” he said. "It’s just floor boards under her feet vibrat- taking a deep breath before smack- ing to the thunder. “Here it comes ing us amidships again.” again!” But Mark was busy, his "Mark.” The tone of Metis’ scurrying fingers trying to catch voice caught his attention. “Mark, up with the hours and days and my baby—our baby— is dead.” months lost to Meris’ grief and She held out the statement to him wild mourning. as if offering a gift —her first con- Meris cupped her hands arOund trolled reference to what had hap- her temples and leaned her fore- pened. head to the window pane. The "Yes,” said Mark, “Our baby is storm was truly back again, whip- dead.” He accepted the gift. ping the brush and trees in a fury —

NO DIFFEKENT H^ESH 99 that ripped off leaves and small the thunder, hardly noticing the branches. A couple of raindrops clatter of the tj^writer. She cracked with the force of hail touched cautiously with her against the glass. Lightning and a thoughts the aching emptiness huge explosion arrived at the same where the intolerable burden of moment, jarring the whole cabin. her unresolved grief had been. Al- "Hit something close?” asked most, she felt without purpose Mark with no pause in the stac- aimless — since that painful focus- cato of his typing. ing of her whole life was going. “Close,” said Meris. “The big She sighed into her pillow. New pine by the gate. “I saw the bark purpose and new aim would come fly.” —would have to come —to fill the "Hope it didn’t kill it,” said emptinesses. Mark. "We lost those two in back like that last summer, you know.” Somewhere in the timeless dark- Meris tried to see the tree ness of the night she was suddenly through the darkness, but the light- awake, sitting bolt upright in bed. ning had withdrawn for the mo- She pulled the bedclothes up to ment. her chin, shivering a little in the “What was that?” she cried, raw, damp air of the cabin. What puzzled. had wakened her? The sound came “What?” asked Mark. again. She gasped and Mark “I heard something fall,” she stirred uneasily, then was immedi- said. "Through the trees.” ately wide awake and sitting up “Probably the top of our pine,” beside her. said Mark. “I guess the lightning “Meris?” made more than bark fly. Well, “I heard something,” she said. there goes another of our trees.” “Oh, Mark! Honestly, I heard "That’s the one the jays liked something.” particularly, too,” said Meris. “What was it?” Mark pulled the Rain drenched again in a verti- blanket up across her bacL cal obscurity down the glass and “I heard a baby crying.” the flashes of lightning flushed She felt Mark’s resigned recoil heavily through the watery waver. and the patience in his long in- Later the lights came on and drawn breath. Meris, blinking against the bright- “Honest, Mark!” In the semi- ness, went to bed, drawing the cur- obscurity her eyes pleaded with tain across the bunk corner, leav- him. “I really heard a baby crying. ing Mark at work at his desk. She Not a tiny baby— like — like ours. lay awake briefly, hearing the A very young child, though. Out dnun of the rain and the mutter of there in the cold and wet.” 100 FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION — “Mens ” Ije ^egan, and she the table, their hands clasped over Siiew the sOSfOW that must be the dirty dishes. Meris felt a surge inarking his face. of gratitude. The return of laugh- “There!” she cried, “Hear it?” ter is a priceless gift. The two were poised motion- While she did the dishes and less for a moment, then Mark was put the cabin to rights, Mark, out of bed and at the door. He shrugging into his Levi jacket flung it open to the night and they against the chill, went out to listened again, tensely. check the storm damage. They heard a night bird cry Meris heard a shout and the and, somewhere up canyon, the dozen echo-shouts returning di- brief barking of a dog, but noth- minishingly from the heavy stand ing else. of timber around the cabin site. Mark came back to bed, diving She pushed the window curtain under the covers with a shiver. aside and peered out as she fin- “Come warm me, woman!” he ished drying a plate. cried, hugging Meris tightly to Mark was chasing a fluttering him. something, out across the creek. “It did sound like a baby cry- The boisterous waters were slap- ing,” she said with a half question ping against the bottom of the in her voice. plank bridge and Mark was splash- “It sure did,” said Mark. “I ing more than ankle-deep on the thought for a minute—. Must have flat beyond as he plunged about been some beast or—bird or deni- trying to catch whatever it was zen of the wild ” His voice that evaded him. trailed away sleepily, his arms re- "A bird,” guessed Meris. “A laxing. Meris lay awake listening huge bird waterlogged by the — to Mark’s breathing, to the storm. Or knocked —down by the night, to the cry that didn’t come wind —maybe hurt ” She hur- again. Refusing to listen for the ried to put the plate away and cry that would never come again, dropped the dish towel on the ta- she slept. ble. She peered out again. Mark was half-hidden behind the Next morning was so green and clumps of small willows along the gold and sunny and wet and fresh bend of the creek. She heard his that Meris felt a-tip-toe before she cry of triumph and then of aston- even got out of bed. She dragged ishment. The fluttering thing shot Mark, protesting, from the warm up, out of reach above Mark and nest of the bedclothes and pre- seemed to be trying to disappear sented him with a huge breakfast. into the ceaseless shiver of the They laughed at each other across tender green and white aspens. XO DIFFEKENT FLESH 101

VVhatever it was, a whitish bloh must be something out there.” His against the green foliage, dropped hands paused on the knotting of

down again and Mark grabbed it the last bootlace. "Or someone.” firmly. He stood up, settling himself into Meris ran to the door and Rung his jeans and boots. “Take it easy, it open, stepping out with a shiver Meris.” He kissed her cheek as she into the cold air. Mark saw her bent over the child, and left. as he rounded the curve in the Meris’ fingers recalled more and path. more of their deftness as she "Look what I found!” he cried. washed the small girl-body, im- “Look what I caught for you!” provised a diaper of a dishtowel, Meris put a hand on the wet, converted a teeshirt into a gown, muddy bundle Mark was carrying all the time being watched silent- and thought quickly, "Where are ly by the big dark eyes that now the feathers?” seemed more wary than frightened, “I caught a baby for you!” cried watched as though the child was Mark. Then his smile died and he trying to read her bps that were thrust the bundle at her. “Good moving so readily in the old re- Lord, Azeris!” he choked, "I’m not membered endearments and croon- fooling! It is a baby!” ings. Finally, swathing the small Meris turned back a sodden form in her chenille robe in heu fold and gasped. A face! A child of a blanket, she sat on the edge face, mud-smudged, with huge of the bed, rocking and crooning dark e}'es and tangled dark curls. to the child. She held a cup of A quiet, watchful face —not cry- warm milk to the small mouth. ing. Maybe too frightened to cry? There was a firming of lips against “Mark!” Meris clutched the it at first and then the small mouth bundle to her and hurried into the opened and two small hands cabin. "Build up the fire in the grasped the cup and the milk was stove,” she said, laying her burden gulped down greedily. Meris wiped on the table. She peeled the outer the milky crescent from the child’s layer off quickly and let it fall upper lip and felt the tenseness soggily to the floor. Another damp going out of the small body as the layer and then another. “Oh, poor warmth of the milk penetrated it. messy child!” she crooned, "Poor The huge dark eyes in the small wet, messy little girl!” face closed, jerked open, closed “Where did she come from?” slowly and stayed closed. Mark wondered.— “There must be Meris sat cradling the heavy some clue ” He changed quickly warmth of the sleeping child. She from his soaked sneakers into his felt healing flow through her own hiking boots. “I’ll go check. There body and closed her eyes in silent ”

102 FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION thanksgiving above the child be- Mark. “It’s—those kids. If I ever fore she put her down, well back catch them from the edge of the bed. Then she “You did once,” said Meris with gathered up the armful of wet a half smile, “And they didn’t like muddy clodies and reached for what you and the ranger said to the box of detergent. them.” When Mark returned some time “Understatement of the week,” later, Meris gestured quickly. said Mark. “They’ll like even less “She’s sleeping,” she said. "Oh, what’s going to happen to them Mark! Just think! A baby!” Tears the next time they get caught.” came to her eyes and she bent her “They’re mad enough at you al- head. ready,” suggested Meris. “Meris,” Mark’s gentle voice “Well,” siid Mark, “I’m proud lifted her face. “Meris, just don’t to count that type among my forget that the baby is not ours to enemies!” keep.” “The Winstel boy doesn’t seem “I know— !” She began to pro- the type,” said Meris. test and then she smoothed the hair “He was a good kid,” acknowl- back from her forehead, knowing edged Mark, “Until he started what Mark wanted to save her running with those three from the from. “The baby is not ours — to Valley. They’ve got him hynotized keep,” she relinquished. “Not ours with that car and all their wild to keep. stories and crazy pranks. I guess “Did you find anything, or he thinks their big-town fooling anyone,” she hesitated. around has a glamor that can’t be “Nothing,” said Mark, “Except duplicated here in the mountains. the top of our pine is still there, Thank heaven it can’t, but I wish if you’ve bothered to cheek it. he’d wise-up to what’s happening And,” his face tightened and his to him.” voice was grim, “Those vandals “The child!” Meris started to- have been at it again. Since I wards the bed, her heart throb- was at the picnic area at Beaver bing suddenly to the realization Bend they’ve been there and saw- that there was a baby to be con- ed every table in two and smashed sidered again. They looked down them all to the ground in the mid- at the flushed, sleeping face and dle!” then turned back to the table. “Oh, Mark!” Meris was dis- “She must be about three or four,” tressed. "Are you sure it’s the same said Meris over the coffee cups. bunch?” “And healthy— and well cared-for. “Who else around here would Her clothes ” she glanced out at do anything so senseless?” asked the clothes line where the laundry ” — ”

NO DIPFEIIENT FLESH 103 — billowed and —swung. '‘They’re ment. “But lodr ” She carefully well-made, but lapped the edges of the remain- "But what?" Mark stirred his ing rip and drew her thumb nail

cofEee absently, then gulped a along it. The material seemed to huge swallow. melt into itself and the rip was “Well, look,” said Meris, reach- gone. ing to the chair. “This outer thing “How did you find out all this she had on. It’s like a trundle so soon?” ask^ Mark. “Your own bundle — arms but no legs—^just a research lab?” sleeping bag thing. That’s not too “Maybe so,” aniled Meris. “I surprising, but look. I was going was just looking at it —women to rinse off the mud before I look at fabrics and clothing with

washed it, but just one slosh in their fingers, you know. I could the water and it came out clean never choose a piece of material

and dry! I didn’t even have to for a dress without touching it. hang it out. And Mark, it isn’t And I was wondering how much material. I mean fabric. At least the seam would show if I mended it isn’t like any that I’ve ever it.” She shook the garment. “But seen.” how she ever mana^d to run in Mark lifted the garment, flexing it.” a fold in has fingers. “Odd,” he "She didn’t,” said Mark. “She said. sort of fluttered aroimd hke a “And look at the fasteners,” chicken. 1 thought she was a said Meris. feathered thing at first. Every “There aren’t any,” he said, time I thought I had her, she got surprised. away, flopping and fluttering, “And yet it fastens,” said Meris, above my head half the time. I smoothing the two sections of the don’t see how she ever—Ohl I front together, edge to edge. She found a place that might be where tugged mightily at it. It stayed she spent the night. Looks like she shut. “You can’t rip it apart. But crawled back among the roots of look here.” And she laid the two the deadfall at the bend of the sides back gently with no effort at creek. There's a pressed down, all. “It seems to be which direc- grassy hollow, soggy wet, of coarse, tion you pull. There’s a rip here in just inches above the water.” the back,” die went on. “Dr I’ll “I don’t understand this flut- bet she’d never have got wet at all tering bit,” said Meris. —“You mean — at least not from the' outside,” she jumped so high you she smiled. “Look, the rip was “Not exactly jumped —” began from here to here.” Her fingers Mark. traced six inches across the gar- A sudden movem«it caught 104 FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION them both. The child had waken- "Well, it’s not every day I ed, starting up with a terrified cry, catch a child flying in the forest. “Muhlala! Muhlala!” I'll make it up—somehow.” Before Meris could reach her, Meris helped Mark get settled she was fluttering up from the bed, to his work and, dressing the child trailing the chenile robe beneath —‘What’s your name, honey? her. She hovered against the upper What’s your name?”— in her own window pane, like a moth, push- freshly dried clothes, she took her ing her small hands against it, outside to leave Mark in peace. sobbing, “Muhlala! Muhlala!” “Muhlala!” said Meris, smiling Meris gaped up at her, “Mark! down at the upturned wondering Mark!” face. The child smiled and swung “Not exactly —jump!” grunted their linked hands. Mark, reaching up for the child. “Muhlala!” she lauglied. He caught one of the flailing bare “Okay,” said Meris, ‘We’ll call feet and pulled tbe child down you Lala.” She skoonched down to into his arms, hushing her against child height. “Lala,” she said, prod- him. ding the small chest with her “There, there, muhlala, muh- finger. “Lala!” lala,” he comforted awkwardly. Lala looked solemnly down at “Muhlala?” asked Metis, taking her own chest, tucking her chin the struggling child from him. in tightly in order to see. “Lala,” “Well, she said it first,” he said, she said, and giggled. “Lala!” “Maybe the familiarity will help.” The two walked towards the “Well, maybe,” said Meris. creek, Lala in the lead, firmly “There, there, muhlala, muhlala.” leashed by Meris’ hand. “No flying,’ The child quieted and looked she warned. “I can’t interrupt up at Meris. Mark to have him fish you out of “Muhlala?” she asked hopefully. the treetops.” “Mulilala,” said Meris as posi- Lala walked along the creek tively as she could. bank, peering down into the romp- The big wet eyes looked at her ing water and keeping up a run- accusingly and the little head said ning commentary of unintelligible no, unmistakably, but she leaned words. Meris kept up a conversa- against Meris, her weight sud- tion of her own, fitting it into the denly doubling as she relaxed. brief pauses of Lala’s. Suddenly “Well now,” said Mark. “Back Lala cried out triumphantly and to work.” pointed. Meris peered down into “Work? Oh Mark!” Meris was the water. contrite. ‘Tve broken into your ‘Well!” she cried indignantly, work day again!” “Those dam boys! Dumping trash ” ” ”

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in o«r creek jost because they’re water numbing her fret. “^Must be mad at Mark. Tin cans— an old hot water tank,” she grunt- Lala was tugging at her hand, ed as she worked to drag it ashore. pulling her towards the creek. "When could they have—dumped “Wait a bit, Lala,” laughed it here? We've been home Meris. ‘Ton’ll fall us both into the The current caught the thing as

water,” it let go of the nnid at the bottom Then she gasped and clutched of the creek. It rolled and almost Lala’s hand more firmly. Lala was tore loose from Mens’ hands, but standing on the water, the speed she chtng, feeling a fingernail

of the current ruffling it whitely break, and, putting her back to the against the sides of her tiny shoes. task, towed the thing out (rf the She was trying to tug Meris after current into the shallows. She her, across the water towards the turned its gleaming length over to metalic gkam by the other bank drain the water out through the of the creek. rip down its side. “No, baby,” said Meris firmly, "Water tank?" —die puzzled. pulhng Lala back to the bank. “Not like any I ever “We’H use the bridge.” So they did “Stay there?” cried Lala otcited- and Lala, impatient of delay, ly. “Stay there?” She was Jumping tried to free her hand so she could up and down on the boulder. run al

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Lala plucked at the wet folds “That Lala is a little green man! of the doll’s clothes and made un- And that this is a flying saucer?” happy noises as she wiped the mud “Well, yes,” said Mark, “In- from the tiny face. She held the exact, but it conveys the general doll up to Meris, her voice asking idea.” and coaxing. So Meris squatted "But Mark! She’s just a baby. down by the child and together She couldn’t possibly have— travel- they undressed Deeko and washed ed all that distance alone her and her tiny clothes in the “I’d say also that she couldn’t creek then spread the clothes on have traveled all that distance in the boulder in the sun. Lala gave this vehicle, either,” said Mark. Deeko a couple of soggy hugs, then “Point one, I don’t see anything put her on the rock also. resembling a Inotor or fuel con- Just before supper, Mark came tainer or even a steering device. out to the creek-side to see the me- Point two, there are no provisions tallic object. He was still shaking of any kind—^ivater or food — or his head in wonderment over the even any evidence of an air sup- things Meris had told him of Lala. ply.” He would have discounted them “Then?” said Meris, deftly about ninety per cent except that fielding Lala from the edge of the Lala did them all over again for creek. him. When he saw the ripped “I’d say — only as a guess cylinder, he stopped shaking his that this is a sort of life boat in head and just stared for a moment. case of a wreck. I’d say something Then he was turning it, and ex- happened in the storm last night ploring in it, head hidden, heft- and here’s Lala, Castaway.” ing the weight of it flexing a piece “Where did you come from, of its ripped metal. The he loung- baby dear?” chanted Meris to the ed against the grey boulder and Wiggly Lala. “The heavens opened lipped thoughtfully at a dry clus- and you were here?” ter of pine needles. ‘They'll be looking for her,” “Let’s live dangerously,” he said, said Mark, “Whoever her people “And assert that this is the How are. Which means they’ll be look- that Lala arrived in our vicinity ing for us.” He looked at Meris last night. Let us further assert and smiled. “How does it feel, that it has no earthly origin. Mrs. Edwards, to be looked for Therefore, let us, madly but posi- by denizens of Outer Space?” tively, assert that this is a space "Should we try to find them?” capsule of some sort and Lala is asked Meris. “Should we call the an extra-terrestial.” sheriff?” “You mean,” gasped Meris, “I don’t think so,” said Mark. ”

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“Let’s wait a day or so. They’ll Meris, "She knows too much find her. I’m sure of it. Anyone about—about— things for that to who lost a Lala would comb the be so. She knew to look in water whole state, inch by inch, until for that— that vehicle of hers and they found her.’’ she knew to wash her doll in run- He caught up Lala and tossed ning water and to spread clothes her, squealing, into the air. For the in the sun to dry.— If she’d lived next ten minutes Mark and Mens her life in space were lead a merry chase trying to “Hmm!” Mark tapped his mouth get Lala down out of the trees! with his pencil. “You could be Out of the sky! She finally flutter- right, but there might be other ex- ed down into Meris’ arms and planations for her knowledge. But patted her cheek with a puzzled then, maybe the real explanation remark of some kind. of Lala is a very pedestrian one.” “I suppose,” said Mark, taking a relieved breath, “That’s she’s Meris was awake again in the wondering how-come we didn’t dark. She stretched comfortably chase her up there. Well, small and smiled. How wonderful to be one, you’re our duckling. Don’t able to awaken in the dark and laugh at our unwebbed feet.” smile— instead of shpping in- That evening Meris sat rocking evitably into the aching endless a drowsy-eyed Lala to sleep. She grief and despair. How pleasant reached to tuck the blanket closer to be able to listen to Mark’s deep about the small bare feet, but in- breathing and Lala’s little murmur stead cradled one foot in her hand. as she turned on the camp cot be- “You know what, Mark,” she said side the bed. How warm and re- softly. “It’s just dawned on me laxing the flicker of firelight from what you were saying about Lala. the cast-iron stove patterning You were saying that this foot ceiling and walls dimly. She might have walked on another yawned and stopped in mid- world! It just doesn’t seem possi- stretch. What was that? Was that ble!” what had wakened her? “Well, try this thought, then.” There was a guarded thump on Mark pushed back from his desk, the porch, a fumbling at the door, stretching widely and yawning. an audible breath and then, “Mr. “If that world was very far away Edwards! Are you there?” The or their speed not too fast, that voice was a forced whisper. foot may never have touched a Meris’ hand closed on Mark’s world anywhere. She may have shoulder. He shrugged away in his been bom en route.” sleep, but as her fingers tightened, “Oh, I don’t think so,” said he came wide awake, listening. ”

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‘•Mr. Edwards!" scared. And I am! I saw Mr. “Someone for Lala!” Mens Stegemeir after his jHckup went gasped and reached towards the off the road by the fish hatchery sleeping child. last year and I — I can help —re- "No,” said Mark. ‘It’s Tad Win- membering it. Well, anyway stal.” He lifted his voice. "Just a his voice broke off and he gulped. minute, Tad!” There was a muf- "Well, they made such good time fled cry at the door and then that they got to feeling pretty wild silence. Mark padded barefoot to and decided— to come over on this the door, blinking as he snapped road and ” his eyes dropped away the lights on, and, unlatching the from Mark’s and his feet moved door, swung it open. “Come on in, apologetically. "They wanted to fellow, and close the door. It’s ifed some way to get back at you cold.” He shivered back for his again.” jacket and sneakers. Then his words tumbled out in Tad slipped in and stood awk- a wild spurt of terror. “All at once wardly thin and lanky by the door, there was this man. Out of no- hugging his arms to himself con- where! Right in the road! And we vulsively. Mark opened the stove hit him! And knocked him clear and added a solid chunk of oak. off the road. And they weren’t “What brings you here at this even going to stop, but I grabbed hour?” he asked calmly. die key and made them! I made Tad shivered. “It isn’t you, them back up and I got out to then,” he said, “But it’s bad trou- look for the man. I found him. AH ble. You told me that gang was bloody. Lying in the bushes. While no good to mess around with. Now I was trying to find out where he I know it. Can they hang me for was bleeding— they—they went just being there?” His voice was off and left me there with him!" very young and shaken. His voice was outraged. “They “Come over here and get warm,” didn’t give a darn about that po(w said Mark. “For being where?” guy! They went off and left him “In the car when it killed the lying there and me with not even guy-” a flashlight!” “Killed!” Mark fumbled the Mark had been dressing rapid- black hd lifter, “What happened?” ly. “He may not be dead,” he said, "We were out in the Porsche of reaching for his cap, "How far is Rick’s, just tearing around seeing he?” how fast it could take that wind- “The other side of the creek ing road on the other side of bridge,” said Tad. "We came the Sheep’s Bluff. Tad gulped. “They Rim way. Do you think he mi^t called me chicken because I got ” ” ”

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"We’ll see,” said Mark. "Mens, of the man’s head, keeping the give me one of those army blankets bandage in place, but her eyes and get Lala oflE the cot. We’ll were on the bed where Lala had use that for a stretcher. Build the turned away from the Ught and fire up and check the first aid kit.” was burrowed nearly out of sight He got the Coleman lantern from under the edge of Mark’s pillow. the store room, then he and Tad Tad spoke from where he was gathered up the canvas cot and struggling with the man’s boots. went out into the chilly darkness. "I thought it was you, Mr. Ed- Lala fretted a little, then, curl- wards,” he said. “I nearly passed ed in the warmth Mark had left, out when you answered the door. she slept again through all the Who else could it have been? No bustling about as Meris prepared one else lives way out here and I for Mark’s return. couldn’t see his face. I knew he Meris ran to the door when she was bleeding because my hands— heard their feet in the yard. She he broke off as one boot tlmmped flmig the outer door wide and held to the floor. “And we knocked him the screen as they edged the laden so far! So high! And I thought it ?” cot through the door. "Is he — was you!” He shuddered and hud- "Don’t think so.” Mark grunted dled over the other boot. "I’m as they lowered the cot to the cured, honest, Mr. Edwards. I’m floor. "Still bleeding from the cut cured. Only don’t let him die! on his head and I don’t think Don’t let him die!” He was crying dead men bleed. Not this long, now, unashamed. anyway. Get a gauze pad, Meris, “I’m no doctor,” said Mark, and put pressure on the cut. Tad, "But I don’t think he’s badly hurt. get his boots off while I get his Lots of scratches, but that cut on shirt — his head seems to be the worst.” Meris glanced up from her "The bleeding’s nearly stopped,” bandage as Mark’s voice broke off said Meris. "And his eyes are flut- abruptly. He was staring at the tering.” shirt. His eyes caught Meris’ and Even as she spoke, the eyes he ran a finger down the front of opened, dark and dazed, the head the shirt. No buttons. Meris’ turning restlessly. Mark leaned mouth opened, but Mark shook over the man. “Hello,” he said, his head warningly. Then, taking trying to get the eyes to focus on hold of the muddied shirt, he him. ‘Tou’re— okay. You’re okay. gently turned both sides back Only a cut away from the chest that was TTie man’s head stilled. He visibly laboring now. blinked and spoke, his eyes clos- Meris’ hands followed the roll ing before his words were finished. —

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“What did he say?” asked Tad, checked the sleeping man again. “What did he say?” Then, crawling into bed, shoving “I don’t know,” said Mark. “And Lala gently towards the back of the he’s gone again. To sleep, this time, bunk, she cuddled, shivering imder I hope. I’m quite sure he isn’t the bedclothes. She became con- dying.” scious of the steady outflow of Later when Mark was satisfied warmth from Lala and smiled as that the man was sleeping in the she fanned her cold hands out un- warm pajamas he and Tad had der cover towards the small body. managed to wrestle him into, he “Bless the little heater!” she said. got dressed in clean clothes and Her eyes were sleepy and closed in had Tad wash up, and put on a spite of her, but her mind still clean flannel shirt in place of his raced with excitement and wonder. blood-stained one. What if Mark was right? What if “We’re going to the sheriff, Lala had come from a space ship! after we find the doctor,” he told What if this man, sleeping under Tad. “We’re going to have to take their own blankets on their own care of those kids before they do cot, patched by their own gauze kill someone or themselves. And and adhesive, was really a Man you. Tad, are going to have to put from Outer Space! Wouldn’t that the finger on them whether you be something? “But,” she sighed, like it or not. You’re the only wit- "No bug-eyed monsters? No set, ness staring eyes and slavering teeth?” “But if —I do, then I’ll get in She smiled at herself. She had be«i trouble, too ” began Tad. pretty bug-eyed herself, when she “Look, Tad,” said Mark patient- had seen his un-unbuttonable ly, “If you walk in mud, you get shirt. People are pretty much your feet muddy. You knew when people, anywhere. you got involved with these fellows Dr. Hilf arrived, large, loud and that you were wading in mud. May- lively, before Meris got back to be you thought it didn’t matter sleep — in fact, while she was in mu^. Mud is easy to wash off. the middle of her Bless Mark, That might be true of mud, but bless Tad, bless Lala, bless the what about blood?” bandaged man, bless — He exam- “But— Rick’s not a juvenile any- ined the silently cooperative man more " Tad broke off before the thoroughly, rebandaged his head grim tightning of Mark’s face. and a few of the deeper scratches, “So that’s what they’ve been grabbed a cup of coffee and boom- trading on. So he’s legally account- ed, “Doesn’t look to me as if he’s able now? Nasty break!” been hit by a car! Aspirin if his After they were gone, Meris head aches. No use wasting stitches a

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where they aren’t needed!” His made herself keep back out of the voice woke Lala and she sat up, way. blinking silently at him. "He’s not “Muhlala!” whispered Lala, much worried himself! Asleep al- softly. Then louder, “Muhlala!” ready! That’s an art!” The doctor Then she wailed, “Muhlala!” and gave Meris a practiced glance. thumped herself down on the quiet, “Looking half alive again yourself, sleeping chest. young lady. Good idea having a “Well,” said Meris aloud to her- child around. Your niece?” He self as she collapsed on the edge of didn’t wait for an answer. “Good to the bunk. “There seems to be no help hold the place until you get doubt about it!” She watched— another of your own!” Meris little enviously— the rapturous re- winced away from the idea. The union, and listened — more than a doctor’s eyes softened, but not his little curious — to the flood of voice. “There’ll be others,” he strange sounding double conversa- boomed, “We need ofiFspring from tion going on without perceptable good stock like yours and Mark’s. pauses. Smiling, she brought tis- Leaven for a lot of the make- sues for the man to mop his face weights popping up all over.” He after Lala’s multitude of very moist gathered up his things and flung kisses. The man was sitting up now the door open. “Mark says the fel- holding Lala closely to him. He low’s a foreigner. No English. Un- smiled at Meris and then down at derstood though. Let me know his Lala. Lala looked at Meris and then name when you get it. Just curious. patted the man’s chest. Mark’ll be along pretty quick. “Muhlala,” she said happily, Waiting for the Sheriff to get the “Muhlala!” and> burrowed her head juvenile oflicers from county seat.” against him. The house door slammed. A car Meris laughed. “No wonder you door slammed. A car roared away. thought it funny when I called you Meris automatically smoothed her Muhlala,” she said. “I wonder what hair, as she always did after a con- Lala means.” versation with Dr. Hilf. “It means ’daddy’ ” said the man. She turned wearily back toward “She is quite excited about being the bunk. And gasping, stumbled called daddy.” forward. Lala was hovering in the Meris swallowed her surprise. air over the strange man like a “Then you do have English,” she flanneled angel over a tombstone said. crusader. She was peering down, “A little,” said the man. “As you her bare feet flipping up as she give it to me. Oh, I am Johannan.” lowered her head toward him. He sagged then, and said some- Meris clenched her hands and thing unEnglish to Lala. She pro- ”

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tested, but even protesting, lifted stickum was o£E the tape. Meris herself out of his arms and back to watched her with the sharp aware- the bunk, after planting a last ness that comes so often before an smacking kiss on his right ear. The unwished-for parting from one man wiped the kiss away and held you love. Then, with an almost his drooping head between his audible click, afternoon became hands. evening and the shadows were “I don’t wonder,” said Meris, suddenly long. Mark came out -of going to the medicine shelf. “As- the cabin, stretching his desk- pirin for your headache.” She kinked self widely, then walking shook two tablets into his hand his own long shadow down to the and gave him a glass of water. He creek bank. looked bewilderedly from one “Almost through,” he said to hand to the other. Meris as he folded himself to the “Oh dear,” said Meris. “Oh well, ground beside her. “By the end of

I can use one myself,” and she took the week barring fire or flood. I’ll

an aspirin and a glass of water be able to send it ofiF.” and showed him how to dispose of “I’m so glad,” said Meris, her them. The man smiled and gulped happiness welling strongly up in- the tablets down. He let Meris take side —her. “I was afraid my foolish- the glass, slid flat on the cot and ness was breathing asleep before Meris “The foolishness is all past now,” could put the glass in the sink. said Mark. “It is remembered “Well!” she said to Lala and against us no more.” stood her, curly-toed, on the cold Johannan had sat up at Mark’s floor and straightened the bed- approach. He smiled.now and said clothes. “Imagine a grown-up not carefully, “I’m glad my child and I knowing what to do with an haven’t interrupted your work too aspirin! And now,” she plumped much. It would be a shame if our Lala into the freshly made bed, coming messed up tilings for you.” “Now, my Daddy-girl, shall we try “You have a surprising command that instant sleep bit?” of the vernacular if English is not your native tongue,” said Mark, his The next afternoon, Meris and interest in Johannan suddenly Lala lounged in the thin warm sun- sharpening. shine near the creek with Johan- “We have a knack for languages, nan. In the piney, waterloud clear- smiled Johannan. ings empty of unnecessary conver- “How on earth did you come to sation, Johannan drowsed and Lala lose Lala?” Meris asked, amazed at alternately band-aided her doll herself for asking such a direct and unband-aided it until all the question. ” ?

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Johamian’s face sobered. “That storm —” he gestured and smiled. was quite a deal —losing a child in He had finished. a thunderstorm over a quarter of “But where were you headed?” a continent.” He touched Lala’s asked Mark. “Where on Earth— cheek softly with his finger as she “On Earth,” Johannan smiled. patiently tried to make the worn- ‘There is a Group of The People. out tape stick again on Deeka. "It More than one Group, they say. was partly her fault,” said Johan- They have been here, we know, nan, smiling ruefully. “If she since the end of the last century.

weren’t so precocious — . You see, My wife was on Earth. She re- we do not come into the atmos- turned to the New Home on the phere with the large ship —too ship we sent to Earth for the refu- many complications about expla- gees. She. and I met on the New nations and misinterpretations and Home. I am not famihar with a very real danger from trigger- Earth — that’s why, though I was happy— or unhappy— military, so oriented to locate the Canyon from we use our hfe-shps for landings.” the air, I am fairly thoroughly lost “We?” murmured Meris. to it from the ground.” “Our People,” said Johannan “Mark,” Meris leaned over and simply. “Of course there’s no Grand topped Mark’s knee. “He thinks he Central Station of the Sky. We are has explained everything.” very sparing of our comings and Mark laughed. “Maybe he has. goings. Lala and I were returning Maybe we just need a few years for because Lala’s mother has been absorption and amplification. Ques- Called and it is best to bring Lala tions, Mrs. Edwards?” to Earth to her grandparents.” “Yes,” said Meris, her hand “Her mother was called?” asked softly on Lala’s shoulder. "When Mark. are you leaving, Johannan?” “Back to the Presence,” said Jo- “I must first find the Group,” hannan. “Our years together were said —Johannan, “So, if Lala could very brief.” His face closed smooth- stay ” Meris’ hands betrayed her. ly over his sorrow. “We move our “For a little while longer,” he em- life-slips,” he went on after a brief phasized, “it would help.” pause, “Without engines. It is an "Of course,” said Meris, “Not adult ability, to bring the life-slips ours to keep.” through the atmosphere to land at “The boys,” said Johannan sud- the Canyon. But Lala is preco- denly. “Those in the car. 'There cious in many Gifts and Persua- was a most unhealthy atmosphere. sions and she managed to jerk her It was an accident, of course. I hfe-slip out of my control on the tried to hft out of the way.— . . . But way down. I followed her into the there was little concern ”” ” ” a

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"There will be,” said Mark tibe process of developing. I can’t grimly, "Their hearing is Friday.” even remember its name, let alone “There was one,” said Johannan understand what it's about.” slowly, —"Who felt pain and com- Mark laughed. ‘Tve explained a passion dozen times. I don’t think she "Tad,” said—Mens. “He doesn’t wants to remember. The book’s to really belong — be used by a number of universi- “But he associated ties for their textbook in the field "Yes,”— said Mark, "Consent by if, if it can be ready for next silence year’s classes. If it can’t be availa- ble in time, another one wiU be The narrow, pine-lined road used —and all the concentration of swept behind the car, the sunlight years ” He was picking up Jo- flicldng across the hood like pale, hannan’s gesture. — liquid pickets. Lala bounced on “So complicated ” said Meris. Meris’ lap, making excited, unin- “Oh yes,” said Johannan. telligible remarks about the meth- "Earth’s in the complication od of transportation and the scen- stage.” ery going by the windows. Johan- “Complication stage?” asked nan sat in the back seat being si- Meris. lently absorbed in his new world. “Yes,” said Johannan. “See that The trip to town was a three-fold tree out there? Simplicity says — expedition — to attend the hearing tree. Then wonder sets in and you for the boys involved in the acci- begin to analyse it —cells, growth, dent— to start Johannan on his structure, leaves, photosynthesis, search for the Group—and to cele- roots, hark, rings —on and on un- brate the completion of Mark’s til the tree is a mass of complica- manuscript. tions. Then, finally, with reserva- They had left it blockily beauti- tions not quite to be removed, you ful on the desk, awaiting the tri- can put it back together again and umphant moment when it would sigh in simplicity once more— be wrapped and sent on its way tree. You’re in the complication and when Mark would suddenly period in the world now.” have large quantities of uncom- “Is true!” laughed Mark. “Is mitted time on his hands for the true!” first time in years. “Just put the world back togeth- ‘What is it?” Johannan had er again, someday,” said Meris, sslccd* soberly. “His book,” said Metis. “A ref- “Amen," said the two men. erence textbook for one of those But now the book was at the frightening new fields that are in cabin and they were in town for a — —”

NO DIFFERENT FLESH 115 day that was remarkable for its the whole room. ’The two left, widely scattered, completely un- practically running, under the as- organized confusion. It started off tonished eyes of the judge and, with Lala, in spite of her father’s leaning against the securely closed warning words, leaving the car outside door, looked at Johannan. through the open window, head- After he understood their agita- long, without waiting for the door tion and had apologized in the to be opened. A half-a-block of best way he could pluck from their pedestrians— five to be exact thoughts, he said, rushed to congregate in expecta- ‘‘I had a thought,” he shifted tion of blood and death, to be an- Lala, squirming, to his other arm. gered in their relief by Lala’s “The — the doctor who came— to laughter that lit her eyes and look at my head —he —he ” he bounced her dark curls. Johannan gulped and started again. “All the snatched her back into the car doctors have ties to each other, forgetting to take hold of her in don’t they?” the process — and un-Englished at ‘Why I guess so,” said Meris, her severely, his brief gestures rescuing Lala and untangling her making clear what would happen brief skirts from under her arm-— to her if she disobeyed again. pits. “There’s a medical society The hearing for the boys crin- “That is too big,” said Johannan kled Meris’ shoulders unpleasant- after a hesitation. “I mean. Dr. ly. Rick appeared with the minors Dr. — Hilf would know other doc- in the course of the questioning tors in this part of the country?” and glared at Mark the whole His voice was a question. time, his eyes flicking hatefully “Sure he would,” said Mark. back and forth across Mark’s face. "He’s been around here since Ter- The gathered parents were an un- ritorial days. He knows everyone happy, uncomfortable bunch, each and his dog—including a lot of over-reacting according to his own the summer people.” personal pattern and the boys ei- “Well,” said Johannan, “There is ther echoing or contradicting the a doctor who knows my People. reactions of their own parents. At least there was. Surely he must Metis wished herself out of the still be alive. He knows the Can- unhappy mess. yon. He could tell me.” Midway in the proceedings, the ‘Was he from around here?” door was flung open and Johan- asked Mark. nan, who had left with a wiggly “I’m not sure where here is,” Lala as soon as his small part was Johannan reminded, “but a hun- over, gestured at Mark and Meris dred miles or so one way or the and unEnglished at them across other.” ” ”

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"A hundred miles isn’t much ‘The only way they ever re- out here,” confirmed Meris. “Lots ferred— to the doctor was just Doc- of times you have to drive (hat far tor to get anywhere.” He was interrupted by the front "What was the doctor’s name?” door slapping open. Shelves rat- asked Mark, snatching for Lala as tled. A can of com dropped from she shot up out of Meris’ arms in a pyramid and roUed across the pursuit of a helicopter that clacked floor. “Dam fool summer people!” overhead. He grasped one ankle trumpeted Dr. Hilf. “Sit around and pulled her down. Grim-faced, all year long a sea-level getting ex- Johannan took Lala from him. ercise with a knife and fork then “Excuse me,” he said, and, fac- come roaring up here and try to ing Lala squarely to him on one climb Devil’s Slide eleven thou- arm, he held her face still and sand feet up in one morning!” looked at her firmly. In the brief Then he saw the group at the silence that followed, Lala’s mis- table. “Well! How’d the hearing chievous smile faded and her face go?” he roared, making his way crumpled into sadness and then to rapidly and massively toward tears. She flung herself upon her them as he spoke. The three ex- father, clasping him around his changed looks of surprise, then neck and wailing heart-brokenly, Mark said, “We weren’t in at the her face pushed hard against his verdict,” he started to get up. “I’ll shoulder. He unEnglished at her phone — tenderly for a moment then said, “Never mind,” boomed Dr. Hilf. “You see why it is necessary for “Here comes Tad.” They made Lala to come to her grandparents. room at the table for Tad and Dr. They are Old Ones and know how Hilf. to handle such precocity. For her “We’re on probation,” confessed own protection she should he Tad. “I felt about an inch high among the People.” when the judge got through with “Well, cherub,” said Mark, re- us. I’ve had it with that outfit!” He trieving her from Johannan, “Let’s brooded briefly. “Back to my bike, go salve your wounded feelings I guess, until I can afford my own with an ice cream cone.” car. Chee!” He gazed miserably at They sat at one of the tables in the interminable years ahead of the back of one of the general him. Maybe even five! stores and laughed at Lala’s reac- “What about Rick?” asked Mark. tion to ice cream, then, with her “Lost his license,” said Tad un- securely involved vdth a glass fuU comfortably. ‘Tor six months, any- of crushed ice, they returned to way. Gee, Mr. Edwards, he’s sure the topic under discussion. mad at you now. I guess he’s de- NO DIFFIRENT FLESH 117 cided to blame you for every- Laughter rumbled from Dr. Hilf. thing.” “No,” confessed Joharman, “But ‘‘He should have learned long I do know he is from this general ago to blame himself for his own area and I thought you might misdoings,” said Mens. “Rick was know of him. He has helped my a spoiled-rotten kid long before he People in the past.” — ever came up here.” “And your people are ” asked "Mark’s probably the first one Dr. Hilf. ever to make him realize that he “Excuse me, folks,” said Tad, was a brat,” said Dr. Hdf- “That’s unwinding his long legs and fold- plenty to build a hate on.” ing the magazine back on itself. “Walking again!” muttered Tad. “There’s my Dad, ready to go. I’m "So okay! So t’heck with wheels!” grounded. Gotta tag along like a “Well, since you’ve renounced kid. Thanks for everything—and the world, the flesh and Porsches,” the magazine.” And he dejectedly smiled Mark, “Maybe you could trudged away. beguile the moments with learn- Dr. Hilf was waiting for Johan- ing about vintage cars. There’s nan who was examining his own plenty of them stiU functioning hands intently. “I know so little,” around here.” said Johannan. “The doctor cared “Vintage cars?” said Tad. “Nev- for a small boy with a depressed er heard of them. Imports?” fracture of the skuU. He operated

Mark laughed, “Wait. I’ll get in the wilderness with only the in- you a magazine.” He made a se- struments he had with him.” Dr. lection from the magazine rack in Hilf’s eyes flicked to Johannan’s

back of them and plopped it down face and then away again. "But in front of Tad. “There. Read up. that was a long way from where he There might be a glimmer of light found one of Ours who could make to brighten your dreary midnight.” music and was going wrong be- “Dr. Hilf,” said Johannan, “I cause he didn’t know who he was.” wonder if you could help me.” Dr. Hilf waited for Johannan "English!” bellowed Dr. Hilf, to continue. When he didn’t, the “Thought you were a foreigner! doctor pursed his lips and You don’t look as if you need help! hiunmed massively. Where’s your head wound? No “I can’t help much,” said Johan- right to he healed already!” nan, finally, “But are there so “It’s not medical,” said Johan- many doctors who live in the wilds nan. “I’m trying to find a doctor of this area?” friend of mine. Only I don’t know “None,” boomed Dr. Hilf. “I’m his name or where he lives.” the farthest out— if I may use that “Know what state he lives in?” loaded expression. Out in these 118 FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION parts, a sick person has three lary lags behind her other Gifts. choices —die, get well on his own, You can drive on, if you like." or call me. Your doctor must have And he leaned back wiUi Lala in come from some town.” his arms. The two to all appear- It was a disconsolate group that ances were asleep. headed back up-canyon. Their Meris looked at Mark and Mark mood even impressed itself on Lala looked at Meris, and Meris felt an and she lay silent and sleepy-eyed irrepressible bubble of laughter in Meris’ arms, drowsing to the start up her throat. She spoke has- hum of the car. tily to circumvent it. Suddenly Johannan leaned for- “Your manuscript,” she said. ward and put his hand on Mark’s "I got a box for it,” said Mark, shoulder. “Would you stop, easing out onto the road again. please?” he asked. Mark pulled off "Chip found one for me when you the road onto the nearest available took Lala to the restroom. Couldn’t flat place, threading expertly be- have done better if I’d had it—made tween scrub oak and small pines. to measure. What a weight ” he “Let me take Lala.” And Lala lifted yawned in sudden release, “What a over the back of the seat without weight off my mind. I’ll be glad benefit of hands upon her. Johan- when it’s off my hands, too. Thank nan sat her up on his lap. “Our God! Thank God it’s finished!” People have a highly developed The car was topping the Rim racial memory,” he said. “For in- when Johannan stirred, and a stance, I have access to the knowl- faint twitter of release came from edge any of our People have known Lala. Meris turned sideways to since the Bright Beginning, and, in look at them inquiringly. lesser measure, to the events that “May I get out?” asked Johan- have happened to any of them. Of nan. “Lala has recalled enough course, unless you have studied that I think my search won’t be the technique of recall, it is diffi- too long.” cult to take knowledge from the “I’ll drive you back,” said Mark, past, but it’s there, available. 1 am pulling up by the road. going to see if I can get Lala to “Thanks, but it won’t be neces- recall for me. Maybe her precocity sary.” Johannan opened the door will include recollection iso.” He and, after a tight embrace for Lala looked down at his nestling child and an unEnglish word or two, and smiled. “It won’t be spectacu- stepped out. “I have ways of going. lar,” he said, “No eyebils will If you will care for Lala until I light up. I’m afraid it’ll be tedious return.” to you, especially since it will be “Of course!” said Meris, reach- sub-vocal. Lala’s spoken vocabu- ing for the child who flowed over —a

NO DlfFERENT FIESH 119 the back of the seat into her arms cabin door. He glanced, startled, in one complete motion. “God back over his shoulder at Meris. bless, and return soon.” "It’s —broken,” he said, “Wrenched “Thank you,” said Johannan open ”. He fiung the door open and walked into the roadside hastily, and froze on the doorstep. bushes. They saw a ripple in the Meris pushed forward to look be- branches, the turn of a shoulder, yond him. the ftkk of a foot, one sharp star- Snow had fallen in the room tling glimpse of Johannan rising snow covered everything— against the blue and white of the smudged, crumpled snow of pa- afternoon sky and then he was per, flour, sugar and detergent. hidden in the top branches of the Every inch of the cabin was cov- trees. ered by the tattered, soaked, torn, “Shoosh!” Meris slmnped under crumpled snow of Mark’s manu- Lala’s entire weight. “Mark, is this script! Mark stooped slowly, hke a case of folie a deux, or is it real- an old man, and took up one ly happening?” page. Mingled detergent and ma- “Well,” said Mark, starting the ple syrup clung, clotted, and car again. “I doubt if we two could slithered off the edge of one of the achieve the same hallucmations diagrams that had taken two days simultaneously, so let’s assume it’s to complete. He let the page fall really happening.” and shuffled forward, ankle deep When they finally reached the in the obscene, incredible chaos. cabin and stopped the motor, they Meris hardly recognized the face sat for a moment in the restful, he turned to her. active silence of the hills. Meris, “I’ve lost our child— again,” he feeling the soft warmth of Lala said tightly. “This ” he gestured against her and the precious re- at the mess about them, “This was turn of things outside herself, shiv- my weeping and my substitute for ered a little remembering her dead despair. My creation to answer self who had stared so blankly so death.” He backhanded a clutter many hours out of the small win- of papers off the bunk and slumped dows, tearlessly crying, soundless- down until he lay, face to the ly wailing, wrapped in misery. wall, motionless. She laughed and hugged Lala. Mark said not a word nor turned “Maybe we should get a leash for around in the hours that followed. this small person,” she said to Metis thought perhaps he slept at Mark. “I don’t think I could fol- times, but she said nothing to him low in Johannan’s footsteps.” as she cautiously scrabbled through “Supper first,” said Mark as he the mess in the cabin. She found, fumbl^ with the padlock on the miraculously undamaged, a chap- 120 FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION ter and a half of pages under the For a sick moment she was cupboard. With careful hands she afraid he wouldn’t respond. Just salvaged another sheaf of papers like 1 was, she thought achingly,

from where they had sprayed across Just like I was I Then he sat up the top of the cupboard. All the slowly, brushed his arm back time she searched and sorted across his expressionless face and through tlie mess in the cabin. All his rumpled hair, and stood up. the time she searched, Lala sat, When they finally threw out unnaturally well-behaved and sol- the last bucket of scrub water and emn and watched her, getting hung out the last scrub rag, Meris dovm only once to salvage Deeko rubbed her water-wrinkled hands from a mound of sugar and deter- down her weary sides and said, gent, clucking unhappily as she “Tomorrow we’ll start on the man- dusted the doll o£E. uscript again.” It was late and cold when “No,” said Mark. “That's aU fin- Mens put the last ruined sheet in ished. The boys got carbon-copy the big cardboard box they had and all. It would take weeks for carried groceries home in, and the me to do a rewrite if I could ever last salvagable sheet on the desk. do it. We don’t have weeks. My She looked silently at the clutter leave of absence is over, and the in the box and the slender sheaf deadline for the manuscript is this on the desk, shivered and turned next week. We’ll just have to to build up the dj'ing fire in the chalk this up as lost. Let the dead stove. Her mouth tightened and past bury the dead.” the sullen flicker of charring, He went to bed, his face turned wadded paper in the stove painted again from the light. Meris, age and pain upon her face. She through the blur of her slow tears, stirred the embers with the lid- gathered up the crumpled pages lifter and rebuilt the fire. She pre- that had pulled out with the blan- pared supper, fed Lala and put her kets from the back of the bunk, to bed. Then she sat on the edge of smoothed them onto the salvage the lower bunk by Mark’s rigid pile and went to bed, too. back and touched him gently. For the next couple of days "Supper’s ready,” she said, Mark was like an old man. He sat . “Then I’ll need some help in scrub- against the cabin wall in the sun, bing up— the floor, the walls, the his arms resting on his thighs, his furniture.” She choked on a sound hands dangling from limp wrists, that was half laughter and half looking at the nothing that the sob. “There’s plenty of detergent senile and finished find on the around already. We may bubble ground. He moved slowly and re- ourselves out of house and home.” luctantly to the table to push his m FlESR 121

food around, to bed to lie, hardly barn, just sitting there, falling — ’’ breathing, but wide-eyed in the apart dark, to whatever task Meris set Mark's silence got through to him, forgetting in the middle of it him then, and he asked, troubled, what he was doing. ‘What’s wrong? Are you mad at me Lala followed him at first, chat- for something?’’ tering unEnglish at her usual great Meris spoke into Mark’s silence. rate, leaning against him when he “No, Tad, it’s nothing you’ve done sat, peering into his indifferent — ’’ She took him outside, ostensi-

face. Then she stopped talking to bly to help bring in wood to fill him and followed him only with the woodbox and filled him in on her eyes. The third day she came the events. When they returned, crying into Meris’ arms and wept loaded down with firewood, he heart-brokenly against her shoul- dumped his armload into the box der. and looked at Mark. Then her tears stopped, glis^ “Gee whizz, Mr. Edwards. Uh; tened on her cheeks a moment and —uh—gee whiz!’’ He gathered up were gone. She squirmed out of his magazine and his hat and, Meris’ embrace and trotted to the shuffling his feet for a moment window. She pushed a chair up said, “Well, ’bye now,” and left, dose to the wall, climbed up on it, grimacing back at Meris, wordless. pressed her forehead to the chilly Lala was still staring out the glass and stared out into the late window. She hadn’t moved or afternoon. made a soimd while Tad was there. Tad came over on his bike, bub- Meris was frightened. bling over with the new idea of "Mark!” She shook his arm gen- old cars. tly. “Look at Lala. She’s been like “Why, there’s parts of a whole that for almost an hour. She pays bimch—of these cars all over around no attention to me at all. Mark!” here ” he cried, fluttering the Mark’s attention came slowly tattered magazine at Mark. “And back to the cabin and to Meris. have you seen how much tliey’re “Thank goodness!” she cried. “I asking for some of them! Why I was beginning to feel that I was could put my seif through college the one that was missing!” on used parts out of our old dumps! At that moment, Lala plopped And some of these vintage jobs are down from the chair and trotted still running around here! Kiltie off to the bathroom, a round red has a model A— you’ve seen it! He spot marking her forehead where shines it like a new shoe every she had leaned so long. week! And there’s an old Overland ‘Well!” Meris was pleased. “It touring car out in back of our must be supper time. Everyone’s ”

122 fantasy and science fiction gatheiing around again.” And she me back,” he said. ‘Tve found my began the bustle of supper-getting. Group. She told me Mark was sick Lala trotted around with her, get- — that bad things had happened.” ting in the way, hindering with “Yes,” said Meris, stirring the her help. stew and moving it to the back of

. “No, Lala!” said Meris, “I told the stove. “The boys came while you once already. Only three we were gone and ruined Mark’s plates. Here, put the other one manuscript beyond salvage. And over there.” Lala took the plate, Mark—Mark is crushed. He lost waited patiently until Meris all those months of—labor through turned to the stove, then, lifting senseless, vindictive ” she turned both feet from the floor, put the away from Johannan’s questioning plate back on the table. The soft face and stirred the stew again, click of the flatware as she pat- blindly. terned it around the plate, caught “But,” protested Johannan. “If Meris’ attention. “Oh, Lala!” she once it was written, he has it still. cried, half-laughing, half-exasper- He can do it again.” ated. “Well, all right. If you can't “Time is the factor.” Mark’s count, okay. Four it will be.” She voice, rusty and harsh, broke in on started convulsively and dropped Johannan.—“And to re-write from a fork as a knock at the door my notes ” He shook his head roused even Mark. “Hungry guest and sagged again. coming,” she laughed nervously as “But —but— !” cried Johannan she picked up the fork, “Well, still puzzled, putting Lala to one stew stretches.” side where she hovered, sitting on She started for the door, fear, air, crooning to Deeko, until she bred of senseless violence, crisping drifted slowly down to the floor. along her spine, but Lala was “It’s all there! It’s been written! ahead of her, fluttering like a bird, It’s a whole thing! All you have to with excited bird-cries, against the do is put it—again on paper. Your door panels, her hands fumbling wordscriber at the knob and the night chain “I don’t have total recall,” said Meris had insisted on installing. Mark. “Even if I did, just to put it Meris unfastened and unlocked on paper again —come see our and opened the door. ‘wordscriber’.” He smiled a small It was Johannan, anxious-eyed bent smile as Johannan poked fin- and worried, that slipped in and gers into the mechanism of the gathered up a shrieking Lala. typewriter and clucked unhappily, When he had finally unEnglished sounding so hke Lala that Meris her to a quiet, contented clinging, almost laughed. “Such slowness! he turned to Meris. “Lala cdled Such complications!” —”

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Johannan looked at Mark. “If Mark stared at her then Hushed you want, my People can help you a deep, painful flush. “Okay, then,” get your manuscript back again.” he said. “Stir the bones again! Let “It’s finished,” said Mark. “Why him put meat back on them if he agonize over it any more?” He can!” turned to the dark window. "Was it worth the effort of writ- The next few hours were busy ing?” asked Johannan. with patterned confusion. Mark “I thought so,” said Mark. "And roared off through the gathering others did, too.” darkness to persuade Chip to open

“Would it have served a useful the store for typing paper. And purpose?” asked Johannan. people arrived. Just arrived, smil-

“Of course it would have!” ing, at the door, familiar friends Mark swung angrily from the win- before they spoke, and Metis, dow. “It covered an area that glancing out to see if the heavens needs to be covered. It was new themselves had split open from as- the first book in the field!” He tonishment saw, hovering tree-top- turned again to the window. high, a truly vintage car, an old “Then,” said Johannan simply, pickup that clanked softly to it- "We will make it again. Have you self, spinning a wheel against a paper enough?” branch as it waited. “If Tad could Mark swung back, his eyes glit- see that!” she thought, with a bub- tering. Meris stepped between his ble of laughter nudging her throat. glare and Johannan. “This summer She hurried back indoors to fur- I have come back from the dead,” ther make welcome the newcomers she reminded. "And you caught a — Valancy, Karen, Davy, Jemmy. baby for me, pulling her down The women gathered Lda in vidth from the sky by one ankle. Johan- soft cries and shining eyes and she nan went looking for his people wept briefly upon them in re- through the tree-tops. And a three- sponse to their emotions, then year-old called him back by lean- leaped upon the fellows and near- ing against the window. If all ly strangled them with her hugs. these things could happen, why Johannan briefed the four in can’t Johannan bring your manu- what had happened and what was script back?” — needed. They diseussed the situa- “But if he tries and can’t tion, glanced at the few salvaged Mark began. pages on the desk and sent, eyes "Then we can let the dead past closed briefly, for someone else. bury the dead,” said Meris sharp- His name was Remy and he had a ly, “Which httle item you have special ‘Gift’ for plans and dia- not been letting happen so far!” grams. He arrived just before Mark 124 FANTASY AMD SCIENCE FICTION

got back, so the whole group of from the New Home. All you have diem confronted him when he to do is think and the scriber flung the door open and stood writes down— your thoughts. “Here there with his bundle of paper. — try it ” he said into Mark’s He blinked, glanced at Meris, very evident skepticism. then, shifting his burden to one Davy put a piece of paper on arm, held out a welcoming hand. the table in front of Mark and, on

“I hadn’t expected an invasion,” it, a small gadget that looked va- he smiled. “To tell the truth, I guely like a small sanding block in

didn’t know what to expect.” He that it was curved across the top thumped the package down on the and flat on the bottom. “Go on,” table and grinned at Meris. "Chip’s urged Davy, “Think something. sure now that writers are psychoes,” You don’t even have to vocalize.

he said. “Any normal person could I’ve keyed it to you. Karen sorted wait dll morning for paper or use your setting for me.” flattened grocery bags!” He Mark looked around at the in- shrugged out of his jacket. "Now.” terested, watching faces, at Metis’ Jemmy said, “It’s really quite eyes, blurred with hesitant hope simple. Since you wrote your book and then down at the scriber. The and have read it through several scriber stirred, then slid swiftly times, the things exists as a whole across the paper, snapping back to in your memory, just as it was on the beginning of a line again, as paper. So all we have to do is put quick as thought. Davy picked up it on paper again.” He gestured. the paper and handed it to Mark. ‘That’s all?" Mark’s hands went Meris crowded to peer over his back through his hair. "That’s all? shoulder.

Man, that’s all I had to do after Of all the dam-fool things I As my notes were organized, months if it were possible —Look at the ago! Maybe I should have settled son-of-a-gun go I for flattened grocery— bags! Why, All neatly typed, neatly spaced, the sheer physical ” The hght appropriately punctuated. Hope was draining out of his face. flamed up in Mark’s eyes. “Maybe “Wait — wait!” Jemmy’s hand so,” he said, turning to Jemmy, closed warmly over his sagging “What do I do, now?” shoulder. “Let me finish. “Well,” said Jemmy. "You have “Davy, here, is our gadgeteer. your whole book in your mind, He dreams up all kinds of knick- but a mass of other things, too. knacks and among other things, he It’d be almost impossible for you has come forth with a wordscriber. to think through your book with- Even better—” he glanced at Jo- out any digressions or side hannan, “Than the ones brought thoughts, so Karen will blanket ” ” —” ” ”

NO DIFFERENT FLESH 125 your —mind for you except for your way. We're strangers. No concern book — of yours. Is it to pay us for—taking ‘‘Hypnotism ” Mark’s with- care of Lala? In that case drawal was visible. Karen smiled. “Why did you “No,” said Karen. “Just screen- take care of Lala? You could have ing out interference. Think how turned her over to the authorities. much time was taken up in —your A strange child, no relation, no original draft by distractions concern of yours.” Meris clenched her hands and “That’s a foolish question,” said gulped, remembering all the hours Mark. “She needed help. She was— Mark had had to — to baby-sit her cold and wet and lost. Anyone while she was still rocking her “You did it for the same reason grief like a rag doll with all the we are doing this for you,” said stuffings pulled out. She felt an Karen. “Just because we originated arm across her shoulders and on a different world, doesn’t turned to Valancy’s comforting make us of different flesh. There smile. “All over,” said her eyes, are no strangers in God’s uni- kindly, “All past.” verse. You found an unhappy situ- —“How about all the diagrams ation that you could do something ” suggested— Mark, “I can’t ver- about, so you did it. Without stop- balize ping to figure out the whys and

“That’s where Remy comes in,” wherefores. You . did it just be- said Jemmy, “All you have to do is cause that’s what love does.” visualize each one. He’ll have his Mark lay back on the narrow own scriber right here and he’ll pillow. “Thank you,” he said. take it from there.” Then he turned his face to Meris. The cot was pulled up near the “Okay?” table and Mark disposed himself “Okay.” Her voice jerked a lit- comfortably on it. The paper was tle past her emotion. "Love you, unwrapped and stacked all ready. Mark!” Remy and Davy arranged them- "Love you, Merisi” selves strategically. Surrounded by Karen’s finger tip went to Mark’s briefly bowed heads. Jemmy said, forehead again. “I need contact,” “We are met together in Thy she said a little apologetically, name.” Then Karen touched Mark “Especially with an Outsider.” gently on the forehead with one finger tip. Meris fell asleep, propped up Mark suddenly lifted himself on the bunk, eyes lulled by the si- on one elbow. “Wait,” he said, lent sli-i-i-ide, flip I sli-i-i-ide, flip! “Things are going too fast. Why of the scriber, and the brisk flutter why are you doing this for us, any- of finished pages from the tail pile ” ” ” — —”

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of paper to the short one. She months and months the cabin was opened drowsy eyes to a murmur lapped from side to side with of voices and saw that the two peace and relaxation. Even the piles of paper were almost bal- animated discussion going on was anced. She sat up to ease her neck no ruffling of the comfortable

where it had been bent against the calmness. She heard, on the edge cabin wall. of her ebbing consciousness

“But it’s wrong, I tell you!” “Why no! That’s not right at Remy was waving the paper. “Look,— all!” Mark was astonished. "Hoo this line, here, where it goes boy! If I’d sent that in with —an "Remy,” said Jemmy, “Are you error like that! Thanks, fella sure it’s wrong or is it just another And sleep flowed over Meris. earlier version of what we know She awoke later to tlie light now?” chatter of Lala’s voice and opened "No!” said Remy, “This time it’s drowsy eyes to see her trailing not that. This is a real mistake. He back from the bathroom, her feet couldn’t possibly— have meant it to tucked up under her gown away be like that from the chilly floor as she drifted “Okay,” Jemmy nodded to Karen back to Valancy’s arms. The leg and she touched Mark’s forehead. above Meris’ head swung violently He opened his eyes and half sat and withdrew, to be replaced by up. The scriber flipped across the Davy’s dangling head. He said paper and Karen stilled it with a something to Lala. She laughed touch. “What is it?” he asked, and lifted herself up to his out- "Something go wrong?” stretched arms. There was a stir-

“No, it’s this diagram,” Remy ring around above Meris’ head be- brought it to him. “I think you fore sleeping silence returned. have an —error here. Look where Valancy stood and stretched. this goes She moved over to the table The two bent over the paper. and thumbed the stack of paper. Metis looked around the cabin. “Going well,” she said softly. Valancy was rocking a sleeping “Yes,” said Jemmy, “I feel a lit- Lala in her arms. Davy was sound tle like a mid-wife, snatching asleep in the upper bunk. At least something new-born in the middle his dangling leg looked very of the night.” asleep. Johannan was absorbed in “Darn shame to stop here, two books simultaneously. He though,” said Remy. “With such a seemed to be making a comparison good beginning— oh, barring a of some sort. Metis lay back again, few excursions down dead-ends sliding down to a more comforta- if we could only tack on a few ble position. For the first time in more chapters.” ” ” ” ”

NO DIFFERENT FLESH 127 — “Uh-uh!" Jemmy stood and he’s the kind that would stretched, letting his arms fall “He is,” said Johannan and aroimd Valancy’s shoulders.— “You went back to his reading. know better than that “It’s almost daylight.” Davy "Not even one little hint?” went to the window and parted “Not even.” Jemmy was firm. the curtains. “Wonder how early a Sleep flowed over Meris again riser he is?” until pushed back by Davy’s slid- Meris turned her back to the ing over the edge of the upper light and slid back under sleep bunk. again. “Right in the stomach!” he Noise and bustle filled the moaned as he dropped to the cabin. floor. “Such a kicking kid I never Coffee was perking fragrantly,

met. How’d you survive?” he asked eggs cracking, bacon spitting it- Valancy. self to crispness. Remy was cheer- “Nary a kick,” she laughed. fully mashing slices of bread down “Technique— that’s what it takes.” on the hot stove lid and prying up “I was just wondering,” said the resultant toast. Lala was flick- Davy opening the stove and prob- ing around the table, putting two ing the coals before he put in an- forks at half the places and two odier chunk of oak. “That kid Jo- knives at the others then giggling hannan was talking about— the her way back around with redis- one that’s got interested in vintage tribution after Johannan pointed cars. What about that place up on out her error. Bearcat Flat? You know, that little Meris, reaching for a jar of box canyon where we put all our peach marmalade on the top shelf old jalopies when we discarded of the cupboard, wondered how a them. Engines practically unused. day could feel so new and so won- Lifting’s cheaper and faster. Of derful. Mark sat at his desk open- course the seats and the trunk ing and closing the box wherein beds are kinda beat up, and the lay the finished manuscript. He paint. Trees scratch the daylights opened it again and fingered the out of paint. How many are there top edge of the stack. He caught there? Let’s see. The first one— was Jemmy’s sympathetic grin and about 1 9-ought-something grinned back.

Johannan looked up from his “Just making sure it’s really books. “He said something about there,” he explained. "Magic put it selling parts—or cars to get money in there. Magic might take it out for college again.” "Or restoring them!” Davy “Not this magic. I’U even ride cried. "Hey, that could be fun! If shotgun for you into town and see ” — ”

128 FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION that it gets sent ofiE okay,” said put Lala’s small bundle of belong- Jemmy. ings into Valancy’s hands. “Magic or no,” said Mark, sob- “Only this little episode,” com- ering, “Once more I can say. forted Valancy. “It’s really only

Thank God! Thank God it’s dcmel” begun.” She put Lala into Metis’ arms. “Tell her goodbye, Lala.” Tad was an early riser. He was “It’s just that she filled up the standing under the hovering pick- empty places so wonderfully well,” up, gaping upwards in admiring she explained to Valancy. astonishment. 'Tes,” said Valancy softly, her “Oops!” said Davy, with a side- eyes tender and compassionate, wise glance at Jemmy. Tad was “But, you know,” she went on. swept up in a round of introduc- “You are pregnant again!” tions during which the pickup Before Metis could produce an lowered slowly to the ground. intelligible thought, goodbyes Tad turned from the group were finished and the whole group back to the pickup. "Look at it'.’’ he was losing itself in the tan^e of said. “It must be at least 40 years creek-side vegetation. Lala’s vigor- old!” His voice pushed its genesis ous waving of Deeko was the last back beyond the pyramids. sign of them before the leaves “At least that,” said Davy. closed behind them. “VVanta see tlie motor?” Meris and Mark stood there. “Do I!” He stood by impatiently Metis’ head pressed to Mark’s as Davy wrestled with the hood. shoulder, both too drained for any Then he blinked. “Hey! How did emotion. Then Meris stirred and it get way up—there? I mean, how’d moved towards the car, her eyes it get down suddenly shining. “I don’t think I “Look,” said Davy hastily, “See can wait,” she said, “I don’t think if this goes to the spark 'The others, laughing, piled into “Wait for what?” asked Mark, Mark’s car and drove away from following her, the two absorbed buffs-in-embryo. “To tell Dr. Hilf— ” She cov- ered her mouth, dismayed. “Oh, The car pulled over onto a pine Mark! We never did find out that flat halfway back from town and Doctor’s name!” the triumphantal mailing of the “Not that Hilf is drooling to manuscript. This was the patting know,” said Mark,—starting the car, place. Davy would follow later "But next time with the pickup. “Oh, yes,” Meris sat back, her “It’s over,” said Metis, her mouth curving happily, “Next shoulders sagging a little as she time, next time!” M I MARKET PLACE |

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