Susie said, "I"m the settlement wh.o.r.e. You"re supposed to die of priapism because of me. Haven"t you heard?"
"I just got here late today," he pointed out.
"But somebody must have told you."
"When someone does," he said, "he"ll get his nose punched in."
"But it"s true."
"Why?" he said.
"Dr. Babble explained to me that it"s a diencephalic disturbance in my brain."
He said, "That Babble. You know what he said about my visit with the Walker? He said most of what I said was untrue."
"Dr. Babble has a keen little maliciousness about him. He loves to put down everyone and everything."
"If you know that about him," Seth Morley said, "then you know enough not to pay any attention."
"He just explained why why I"m that way. I am that way. I"ve slept with every man in the settlement, except that Wade Frazer." She shook her head, making a wry face. "He"s awful." I"m that way. I am that way. I"ve slept with every man in the settlement, except that Wade Frazer." She shook her head, making a wry face. "He"s awful."
With curiosity, he said, "What does Frazer say about you? After all, he"s a psychologist. Or claims he is."
"He says that-" She reflected, staring up pensively at the ceiling of the room, meantime chewing abstractedly on her lower lip. "It"s a search for the great world-father archetype. That"s what Jung would have said. Do you know about Jung?"
"Yes," he said, although in fact he had only heard little more than the name; Jung, he had been told, had in many ways laid the groundwork for a rapprochement between intellectuals and religion-but at that point Seth Morley"s knowledge gave out. "I see," he said.
"Jung believed that our att.i.tudes toward our actual mothers and fathers are because they embody certain male and female archetypes. For instance, there"s the great bad earth-father and the good earth-father and the destroying earth-father, and so forth ... and the same with women. My mother was the bad earth-mother, so all my psychic energy was turned toward my father."
"Hmm," he said. He had, all at once, begun to think about Mary. Not that he was afraid of her, but what would she think when she got back to their living quarters and found him gone? And then-G.o.d forbid-found him here with Susie Dumb, the self-admitted settlement wh.o.r.e?
Susie said, "Do you think the s.e.xual act makes a person impure?"
"Sometimes," he responded reflexively, still thinking about his wife. His heart labored and he felt his pulse race. "Specktowsky isn"t too clear about that in The Book," he mumbled.
"You"re going to take a walk with me," Susie said.
"Now? I am? Where? Why?"
"Not now. Tomorrow when it"s daylight. I"ll take you outside the settlement, out into the real Delmak-O. Where the strange things are, the movements that you catch out of the corner of your eye-and the Building."
"I"d like to see the Building," he said, truthfully.
Abruptly she rose. "Better get back to your living quarters, Mr. Seth Morley," she said.
"Why?" He, too, confused, rose to his feet.
"Because if you stay here your attractive wife is going to find us and create chaos and open the way for the Form Destroyer, who you say is loose outside, to get all of us." She laughed, showing perfect, pale teeth.
"Can Mary come on our walk?" he asked.
"No." She shook her head. "Just you. Okay?"
He hesitated, a flock of thoughts invading his mind; they pulled him this way and that, then departed, leaving him free to make an answer. "If I can work it," he said.
"Try. Please. I can show you all the places and life forms and things I"ve discovered."
"Are they beautiful?"
"S-some. Why are you looking at me so intently? You make me nervous." "I think you"re insane," he said.
"I"m just outspoken. I simply say, "A man is a sperm"s way of producing another sperm." That"s merely practical."
Seth Morley said, "I don"t know much about Jungian a.n.a.lysis, but I certainly do not recall-" He broke off. Something had moved at the periphery of his vision.
"What"s the matter?" Susie Smart asked.
He turned swiftly, and this time saw it clearly. On the top of the dresser a small gray square object inched its way forward, then, apparently aware of him, ceased moving.
In two steps he was over to it; he s.n.a.t.c.hed up the object, held it gripped tightly in the palm of his hand.
"Don"t hurt it," Susie said. "It"s harmless. Here, give it to me." She held out her hand, and, reluctantly, he opened his enclosing fingers.
The object which he held resembled a tiny building.
"Yes," Susie said, seeing the expression on his face. "It comes from the Building. It"s a sort of offspring, I suppose. Anyhow it"s exactly like the Building but smaller." She took it from him, for a time examined it, then placed it back on the dresser. "It"s alive," she said.
"I know," he said. Holding it, he had felt the animate quality of it; it had pushed against his fingers, trying to get out.
"They"re all over the place," Susie said. "Out there." She made a vague gesture. "Maybe tomorrow we can find you one."
"I don"t want one," he said.
"You will when you"ve been here long enough."
"Why?"
"I guess they"re company. Something to break the monotony. I remember as a child finding a Ganymedian toad in our garden. It was so beautiful with its shining flame and its long smooth hair that-"
Morley said, "It could have been one of these things that killed Tallchief."
"Glen Belsnor took one apart one day," Susie said. "He said-" She pondered. "It"s harmless, anyhow. The rest of what he said was electronic talk; we couldn"t follow it."
"And he"d know?"
"Yes." She nodded.
Seth Morley said, "You-we-have a good leader." But I don"t think quite good enough, he said to himself.
"Shall we go to bed?" Susie said.
"What?" he said.
"I"m interested in going to bed with you. I can"t judge a man unless I"ve been in bed with him."
"What about women?"
"I can"t judge them at all. What, do you think I go to bed with the women, too? That"s depraved. That sounds like something Maggie Walsh would do. She"s a lesbian, you know. Or didn"t you know?"
"I don"t see that it matters. Or that it"s any of our business." He felt shaky and uneasy. "Susie," he said, "you should get psychiatric help." He remembered, all at once, what the Walker-on-Earth had said to him, back at Tekel Upharsin. Maybe we all need psychiatric help, he thought. But not from Wade Frazer. That"s totally, entirely out.
"You don"t want to go to bed with me? You"d enjoy it, despite your initial prudery and reservations. I"m very good. I know a lot of ways. Some which you probably never heard about. I made them up myself."
"From years of experience," he said.
"Yes." She nodded. "I started at twelve."
"No," he said.
"Yes," Susie said, and grabbed him by the hand. On her face he saw a desperate expression, as if she were fighting for her life. She drew him toward her, straining with all her strength; he held back and she strained vainly.
Susie Smart felt the man pulling away from her. He"s very strong, she thought. "How come you"re so strong?" she asked, gasping for air; she found herself almost unable to breathe.
"Carry rocks," he said with a grin.
I want him, she thought. Big, evil, powerful ... he could tear me to pieces, she thought. Her longing for him grew.
"I"ll get you," she gasped, "because I want you." I need to have you, she said to herself. Covering me like a heavy shade, a protection from the sun and from seeing. I don"t want to look any more, she said to herself. Weigh me down, she thought. Show me what there is of you; show me your real being, without benefit of clothes. Fumbling behind her she unsnapped her peek-n-squeeze bra. Deftly she tugged it out from its place within her sweater; she pulled, strained, managed to drop it onto a chair. At that the man laughed. "Why are you laughing?" she demanded.
"Your neatness," he said. "Getting it onto a chair instead of dropping it onto the floor."
"d.a.m.n you," she said, knowing that he, like everyone else, was laughing at her. "I"ll get you," she snarled, and pulled him with all her strength; this time she managed to move him a few tottering steps in the direction of the bed.
"Hey, G.o.ddam it," he protested. But again she managed to move him several steps. "Stop!" he said. And then she had tumbled him onto the bed. She held him down with one knee and rapidly, with great expertise, unsnapped her skirt and pushed it from the bed, onto the floor.
"See?" she said. "I don"t have to be neat." She dove for him then; she pinned him down with her knees. "I"m not obsessive," she said, as she removed the last of her clothing. Now she tore at the b.u.t.tons of his shirt. A b.u.t.ton, ripped loose, rolled like a little wheel from the bed and onto the floor. At that she laughed. She felt very good. This part always excited her-it was like the final stage of a hunt, in this case a hunt for a big animal which smelled of sweat and of cigarette smoke and of agitated fear. How can he be afraid of me? she asked herself, but it was always this way-she had come to accept it. In fact she had come to like it.
"Let-me-go," he gasped, pushing upward against her weight. "You"re so darn-slippery," he managed to say as she gripped his head with her knees.
"I can make you so happy, s.e.xually," she told him; she always said this, and sometimes it worked; sometimes the man gave in at the prospect which she held open to him. "Come on," she said, in rapid, imploring grunts.
The door of the room banged open. Immediately, instinctively, she sprang from the man, from the bed, stood upright, breathing noisily, peering at the figure in the doorway. His wife. Mary Morley. Susie at once s.n.a.t.c.hed up her clothes; this was one part which she did not enjoy, and she felt overwhelming hatred toward Mary Morley. "Get out of here," Susie panted. "This is my room."
"Seth!" Mary Morley said in a shrill voice. "What in the name of G.o.d is the matter with you? How could you do this?" How could you do this?" She moved stiffly toward the bed, her face pale. She moved stiffly toward the bed, her face pale.
"G.o.d," Morley said, sitting up and smoothing his hair into place. "This girl is nuts," he said to his wife in a plaintive, whining tone. "I had nothing to do with it; I was trying to get away. You saw that, didn"t you? Couldn"t you tell I was trying to get away? Didn"t you see that?"
Mary Morley said in her shrill, speeded-up voice, "If you had wanted to get away you could have."
"No," he said imploringly. "Really, so help me G.o.d. She had me pinned down. I was getting loose, though. If you hadn"t come in I would have gotten away by myself."
"I"ll kill you," Mary Morley said; she spun, paced about in a great circle which swept out most of the room. Looking for something to pick up and hit with; Susie knew the motion, the searching, the glazed, ferocious, incredulous expression on her face. Mary Morley found a vase, s.n.a.t.c.hed it up, stood by the dresser, her chest heaving as she confronted Seth Morley. She raised the vase in a spasmodic, abrupt, backward swing of her right arm ...
On the dresser the miniaturized building slid a minute panel aside. A tiny cannon projected. Mary did not see it, but Susie and Seth Morley did.
"Look out!" Seth gasped, groping at his wife to get hold of her hand. He yanked her toward him. The vase crashed to the floor. The barrel of the cannon rotated, taking new aim. All at once a beam projected from it, in Mary Morley"s direction. Susie, laughing, backed away, putting distance between herself and the beam.
The beam missed Mary Morley. On the far wall of the room a hole appeared and through it black night air billowed, cold and harsh, entering the room. Mary wobbled, retreated a step.
Rushing into the bathroom, Seth Morley disappeared, then came dashing out again, the watergla.s.s in his hand. He sprinted to the dresser, poured water onto the building replica. The snout of the cannon ceased to rotate.
"I think I got it," Seth Morley said, wheezing asthmatically.
From the diminutive structure a curl of gray smoke drifted up. The structure hummed briefly and then a pool of sticky, grease-like stain dribbled out from it, mixing with the pool of water which had now formed around it. The structure bucked, spun, and then all at once decayed into inanimation. He was right; it was dead.
"You killed it," Susie said, accusingly.
Seth Morley said, "That"s what killed Tallchief."
"Did it try to kill me?" Mary Morley asked faintly. She looked about unsteadily, the fanaticism of fury gone from her face now. Cautiously, she seated herself and stared at the structure, blank and pale, then said to her husband, "Let"s get out of here."
To Susie, Seth Morley said, "I"m going to have to tell Glen Belsnor." He gingerly, and with great caution, picked up the dead little block; holding it in the palm of his hand he stared at it a long, long time.
"It took me three weeks to tame that one," Susie said. "Now I have to find another, and bring it back here without getting killed, and tame it like I did this one." She felt ma.s.sive waves of accusation slapping higher and higher within her. "Look what you did," she said, and went swiftly to gather up her clothing.
Seth and Mary Morley started toward the door, Seth"s hand on his wife"s back. Guiding her out.
"G.o.ddam you both!" she shouted in accusation. Half-dressed, she followed after them. "What about tomorrow?" she said to Seth. "Are we still going on a walk? I want to show you some of the-"
"No," he said harshly, and then he turned to gaze at her long and somberly. "You really don"t understand what happened," he said.
Susie said, "I know what almost almost happened." happened."
"Does someone have to die before you can wake up?" he said.
"No," she said, feeling uneasy; she did not like the expression in his hard, boring eyes. "All right," she said, "if it"s so important to you, that little toy-"
""Toy,"" he said mockingly.
"Toy," she repeated. "Then you ought to be really interested in what"s out there. Don"t you understand? This is just a model of the real Building. Don"t you want to see it? I"ve seen it very closely. I even know what the sign reads over the main entrance. Not the entrance where the trucks come and go but the entrance-"
"What does it say?" he said.
Susie said, "Will you go with me?" To Mary Morley she said, with all the graciousness she could command, "You, too. Both of you ought to come."
"I"ll come alone," Seth said. To his wife he said, "It"s too dangerous; I don"t want you along."
"You don"t want me along," Mary said, "for obvious other reasons." But she sounded dim and scared, as if the close call with the structure"s energy beam had banished every emotion in her except raw, clinging fear.