I may be so tight that I can"t see straight, but I can always drive. How does it work? You just put her in gear, and step on the gas."
"Gas," said engineering officer Veed. "The internal com- bustion engine. That places him."
Captain Gorsid motioned to the guard with the ray gun.
The third man sat up, and looked at them thoughtfully.
"From the stars?" he said finally. "Have you a system, or was it blind chance?"
The Ganae councillors in that domed room stirred uneasily in their curved chairs. Enash caught Yoal"s eye on him. "The shock in the historian"s eye alarmed the meteorologist. He thought: "The two-legged one"s adjustment to a new situation, his grasp of realities, was unnormally rapid. No Ganae could have equalled the swiftness of the reaction."
Hamar, the chief biologist, said, "Speed of thought is not necessarily a sign of superiority. The slow, careful thinker has his place in the hierarchy of intellect."
But Enash found himself thinking, it was not the speed; it was the accuracy of the response. He tried to imagine him- self being revived from the dead, and understanding instantly the meaning of the presence of aliens from the stars. He couldn"t have done it.
He forgot his thought, for the man was out of the case. As Enash watched with the others, he walked briskly over to the window and looked out. One glance, and then he turned back.
"Is it all like this?" he asked.
Once again, the speed of his understanding caused a sensa- tion. It was Yoal who finally replied.
"Yes. Desolation. Death. Ruin. Have you any ideas as to what happened?"
The man came back and stood in front of the energy screen that guarded the Ganae. "May I look over the mu- seum? I have to estimate what age I am in. We had certain possibilities of destruction when I was last alive, but which one was realized depends on the time elapsed."
The councillors looked at Captain Gorsid, who hesitated; then, "Watch him," he said to the guard with the ray gun. He faced the man. "We understand your aspirations fully. You would like to seize control of this situation and ensure your own safety. Let me rea.s.sure you. Make no false moves, and all will be well."
Whether or not the man believed the lie, he gave no sign.
Nor did he show by a glance or a movement that he had seen the scarred floor where the ray gun had burned his two predecessors into nothingness. He walked curiously to the nearest doorway, studied the other guard who waited there for him, and then, gingerly, stepped through. The first guard followed him, then came the mobile energy screen, and finally, ~ trailing one another, the councillors.
Enash was the third to pa.s.s through the doorway. The _room contained skeletons and plastic models of animals. The room beyond that was what, for want of a better term, Enash called a culture room. It contained the artifacts from a single period of civilization. It looked very advanced. He had ex- amined some of the machines when they first pa.s.sed through ,it,, and had thought: Atomic energy. He was not alone in his recognition. From behind him. Captain Gorsid said to the man: "You are forbidden to touch anything. A false move will be the signal for the guards to fire."
The man stood at ease in the centre of the room. In spite of a curious anxiety, Enash had to admire his calmness. He must have known what his fate would be, but he stood there thoughtfully, and said finally, deliberately, "I do not need to go any farther. Perhaps you will be able to judge better than I of the time that has elapsed since I was born and these ma- chines were built. I see over there an instrument which, ac- cording to the sign above it, counts atoms when they explode.
As soon as the proper number have exploded it shuts off the power automatically, and for just the right length of time to prevent a chain explosion. In my time we had a thousand crude devices for limiting the size of an atomic reaction, but it required two thousand years to develop those devices from the early beginnings of atomic energy. Can you make a com- parison?"
The councillors glanced at Veed. The engineering officer hesitated. At last, reluctantly, he said, "Nine thousand years ago we had a thousand methods of limiting atomic explosions."
He paused, then even more slowly, "I have never heard of an instrument that counts out atoms for such a purpose."
"And yet," murmured Shuri, the astronomer, breathlessly, "the race was destroyed."
There was silence. It ended as Gorsid said to the nearest guard, "Kill the monster!"
But it was the guard who went down, bursting into flame.
Not just one guard, but the guards! Simultaneously down, burning with a blue flame. The flame licked at the screen, recoiled, and licked more furiously, recoiled and burned brighter. Through a haze of fire, Enash saw that the man had retreated to the far door, and that the machine that counted atoms was glowing with a blue intensity.
Captain Gorsid shouted into his communicator, "Guard all exits with ray guns. s.p.a.ceships stand by to kill alien with heavy guns."
Somebody said, "Mental control. Some kind of mental con- trol. What have we run into?"
They were retreating. The blue flame was at the ceiling, struggling to break through the screen. Enash had a last glimpse of the machine. It must still be counting atoms, for it was a h.e.l.lish blue. Enash raced with the others to the room where the man had been resurrected. There, another energy screen crashed to their rescue. Safe now, they retreated into their separate bubbles and whisked through outer doors and up to the ship. As the great ship soared, an atomic bomb hurtled down from it. The mushroom of flame blotted out the museum and the city below.
"But we still don"t know why the race died," Yoal whis- pered into Enash"s ear, after the thunder had died from the heavens behind them.
The pale yellow sun crept over the horizon on the third morning after the bomb was dropped, the eighth day since the landing. Enash floated with the others down on a new city.
He had come to argue against any further revival.
"As a meteorologist," he said, "I p.r.o.nounce this planet safe for Ganae colonization. I cannot see the need tor taking any risks. This race has discovered the secrets of its nervous sys- tem, and we cannot afford"
He was interrupted. Hamar, the biologist, said dryly, "If they knew so much why didn"t they migrate to other star systems and save themselves?"
"I will concede," said Enash, "that very possibly they had not discovered our system of locating stars with planetary families." He looked earnestly around the circle of his friends.
"We have agreed that was a unique accidental discovery.
We were lucky, not clever."
He saw by the expressions on their faces that they were mentally refuting his arguments. He felt a helpless sense of imminent catastrophe. For he could see that picture of a great race facing death. It must have come swiftly, but not so swiftly that they didn"t know about it. There were too many skeletons in the open, lying in the gardens of magnificent homes, as if each man and his wife had come out to wait for the doom of his kind. He tried to picture it for the council, tht.i.t last day long, long ago, when a race had calmly met its end- ing. But his visualization failed somehow, for the others shifted impatiently in the seats that had been set up behind the series of energy screens, and Captain Gorsid said, "Exactly what aroused this intense emotional reaction in you, Enash?"
The question gave Enash pause. He hadn"t thought of it as emotional. He hadn"t realized the nature of his obsession, so subtly had it stolen upon him. Abruptly now, he realized.
"It was the third one," he said slowly. "I saw him through the haze of energy fire, and he was standing there in the dis- ~ tant doorway watching us curiously, just before we turned to run. His bravery, his calm, the skilful way he had duped us it all added up."
"Added up to his death!" said Hamar. And everybody laughed.
"Come now, Enash," said Vice-captain Mayad good- humouredly, "you"re not going to pretend that this race is braver than our own, or that, with all the precautions we have now taken, we need fear one man?"
Enash was silent, feeling foolish. The discovery that he had had an emotional obsession abashed him. He did not want to appear unreasonable. He made a final protest, "I merely wish to point out," he said doggedly, "that this desire to discover what happened to a dead race does not seem abso- lutely essential to me."
Captain Gorsid waved at the biologist, "Proceed," he said, "with the revival."
To Enash, he said, "Do we dare return to Gana, and recommend ma.s.s migrationsand then admit that we did not actually complete our investigations here? It"s impossible, my friend."
It was the old argument, but reluctantly now Enash ad- mitted there was something to be said for that point of view.
He forgot that, for the fourth man was stirring.
The man sat up. And vanished.
There was a blank, horrified silence. Then Captain Gor- sid said harshly, "He can"t get out of there. We know that.
He"s in there somewhere."
All around Enash, the Ganae were out of their chairs, peer- ing into the energy sh.e.l.l. The guards stood with ray guns held limply in their suckers. Out of the comer of his eye, he saw one of the protective screen technicians beckon to Veed, who went over. He came back grim. He said, "I"m told the needles jumped ten points when he first disappeared. That"s on the nucleome level."
"By ancient Ganae!" Shun whispered. "We"ve run into what we"ve always feared."
Gorsid was shouting into the communicator. "Destroy all the locators on the ship. Destroy them, do you hear!"
He turned with glaring eyes. "Shuri," he bellowed. "They don"t seem to understand. Tell those subordinates of your to act. All locators and reconstructors must be destroyed."
"Hurry, hurry!" said Shuri weakly.
When that was done they breathed more easily. There were grim smiles and a tensed satisfaction. "At least," said Vice- captain Mayad. "he cannot now ever discover Gana. Our great system of locating suns with planets remains our secret. There can be no retaliation for" He stopped, said slowly, "What am I talking about? We haven"t done anything. We"ve not responsible for the disaster that has befallen the inhabi- tants of this planet."
But Enash knew what he had meant. The guilt feelings came to the surface at such moments as thisthe ghosts of all the races destroyed by the Ganae, the remorseless will that had been in them, when they first landed, to annihilate whatever was here. The dark abyss of voiceless hate and ter- ror that lay behind them; the days on end when they had mercilessly poured poisonous radiation down upon the unsus- pecting inhabitants of peaceful planetsall that had been in Mayad"s words.
"I still refuse to believe be has escaped." That was Captain Gorsid. "He"s in there. He"s waiting for us to take down our screens, so he can escape. Well, we won"t do it."
There was silence again as they stared expectantly into the emptiness of the energy sh.e.l.l. The reconstructor rested on metal supports, a glittering affair. But there "was nothing else.
Not a flicker of unnatural light or shade. The yellow rays of the sun bathed the open s.p.a.ces with a brilliance that left no room for concealment.
"Guards," said Gorsid, "destroy the reconstructor. I thought he might come back to examine it, but we can"t take a chance on that."
It burned with a white fury. And Enash, who had hoped somehow that the deadly energy would force the two-legged thing into the open, felt his hopes sag within him.
"But where can he have gone?" Yoal whispered.
Enash turned to discuss the matter. In the act of swinging around, he saw that the monster was standing under a tree a score of feet to one side, watching them. He must have ar- rived at that moment, for there was a collective gasp from the councillors. Everybody drew back. One of the screen techni- cians, using great presence of mind, jerked up an energy -screen between the Ganae and the monster. The creature came forward slowly. He was slim of build, he held his head well back. His eyes shone as from an inner fire.
He stopped as he came to the screen, reached out and touched it with his fingers. It flared, blurred with changing colours. The colours grew brighter, and extended in an intri- cate pattern all the way from his head to the ground. The blur cleared. The pattern faded into invisibility. The man was through the screen.
He laughed, a soft curious sound; then sobered. "When I first awakened," he said, "I was curious about the situation.
The question was, what should I do with you?"
The words had a fateful ring to Enash on the still morning air of that planet of the dead. A voice broke the silence, a voice so strained and unnatural that a moment pa.s.sed before he recognized it as belonging to Captain Gorsid.
"Kill him!"
When the blasters ceased their effort, the unkillable thing remained standing. He walked slowly forward until he was only a half dozen feet from the nearest Ganae. Enash had a position well to the rear. The man said slowly: "Two courses suggest themselves, one based on grat.i.tude for reviving me, the other based on reality. I know you for what you are. Yes, know youand that is unfortunate. It is hard to feel merciful. To begin with," he went on, "let us suppose you surrender the secret of the locator. Naturally, now that a system exists, we shall never again be caught as we were."
Enash had been intent, his mind so alive with the potenti- alities of the disaster that was here that it seemed impossible that he could think of anything else. And yet, a part of his attention was stirred now. "What did happen?" he asked.
The man changed colour. The emotions of that far day thick- ened his voice. "A nucleonic storm. It swept in from outer s.p.a.ce. It brushed this edge of our galaxy. It was about nine- ty light-years in diameter, beyond the farthest limit of our power. There was no escape from it. We had dispensed with s.p.a.ceships, and had no time to construct any. Castor, the only star with planets ever discovered by us, was also in the path of the storm." He stopped. "The secret?" he said.
Around Enash, the councillors were breathing easier. The fear of race destruction that had come to them was lifting.
Enash saw with pride that the first shock was over, and they were not even afraid for themselves.
"Ah," said Yoal softly, "you don"t know the secret. In spite of all your great development, we alone can conquer the galaxy." He looked at the others, smiling confidently. "Gentle- men," he said, "our pride in a great Ganae achievement is justified. I suggest we return to our ship. We have no further business on this planet."
There was a confused moment while their bubbles formed, when Enash wondered if the two-legged one would try to stop their departure. But when he looked back, he saw that the man was walking in a leisurely fashion along a street.
That was the memory Enash carried with him, as the ship began to move. That and the fact that the three atomic bombs they dropped, one after the other, failed to explode.
"We will not," said Captain Gorsid, "give up a planet as easily as that. I propose another interview with the creature."
They were floating down again into the city, Enash and Yoal and Veed and the commander. Captain Gorsid"s voice tuned in once more: ".. . As I visualize it"through the mist Enash could see the transparent glint of the other three bubbles around him "we jumped to conclusions about this creature, not justified by the evidence. For instance, when he awakened, he vanished.
Why? Because he was afraid, of course. He wanted to size up the situation. He didn"t believe he was omnipotent."
It was sound logic. Enash found himself taking heart from it. Suddenly, he was astonished that be had become panicky so easily. He began to see the danger in a new light. Only one man alive on a new planet. If they were determined enough, colonists coud be moved in as if he did not exist.
It had been done before, he recalled. On several planets, small groups of the original populations had survived the de- stroying radiation, and taken refuge in remote areas. In al- most every case, the new colonists gradually hunted them down. In two instances, however, that Enash remembered, native races were still holding small sections of their plan- ets. In each case, it had been found impractical to destroy them because it would have endangered the Ganae on the planet. So the survivors were tolerated. One man would not take up very much room.
When they found him, he was busily sweeping out the lower floor of a small bungalow. He put the broom aside and stepped on to the terrace outside. He had put on sandals, and he wore a loose-fitting robe made of very shiny material.
He eyed them indolently but he said nothing.
It was Captain Gorsid who made the proposition. Enash had to admire the story he told into the language machine. The commander was very frank. That approach had been decided on. He pointed out that the Ganae could not be expected to revive the dead of this planet. Such altruism would be un- natural considering that the ever-growing Ganae hordes had a continual need for new worlds. Each vast new population increment was a problem that could be solved by one method only. In this instance, the colonists would gladly respect the rights of the sole survivor of this world.
It was at this point that the man interrupted. "But what is the purpose of this endless expansion?" He seemed genuinely curious. "What will happen when you finally occupy every planet in this galaxy?"
Captain Gorsid"s puzzled eyes met Yoal"s, then flashed to Veed, then Enash. Enash shrugged his torso negatively, and felt pity for the creature. The man didn"t understand, pos- sibly never could understand. It was the old story of two dif- ferent viewpoints, the virile and the decadent, the race that aspired to the stars and the race that declined the call of destiny.
"Why not," urged the man, "control the breeding cham- bers?"
"And have the government overthrown!" said Yoal.
He spoke tolerantly, and Enash saw that the others were smiling at the man"s naivete. He felt the intellectual gulf be- tween them widening. The creature had no comprehension of the natural life forces that were at work. The man spoke again: "Well, if you don"t control them, we will control them for you."
There was silence.
They began to stiffen. Enash felt it in himself, saw the signs of it in the others. His gaze flicked from face to face, then back to the creature in the doorway. Not for the first time, Enash bad the thought that their enemy seemed helpless.
"Why," he decided, "I could put my suckers around him and crush him."
He wondered if mental control of nucleonic, nuclear, and gravitonic energies included the ability to defend oneself from a macrocosmic attack. He had an idea it did. The exhibition of power two hours before might have had limitations, but if so, it was not apparent. Strength or weakness could make no difference. The threat of threats had been made: "If you don"t controlwe will."
The words echoed in Enash"s brain, and, as the meaning penetrated deeper, his aloofness faded. He had always re- garded himself as a spectator. Even when, earlier, he had ar- gued against the revival, he had been aware of a detached part of himself watching the scene rather than being a part of it.
He saw with a sharp clarity that that was why he had finally yielded to the conviction of the others. Going back beyond that to remoter days, he saw that he had never quite consid- ered himself a partic.i.p.ant in the seizure of the planets of other races. He was the one who looked on, and thought of reality, and speculated on a life that seemed to have no meaning. It was meaningless no longer. He was caught by a tide of ir- resistible emotion, and swept along. He felt himself sinking, merging with the Ganae ma.s.s being. All the strength and all the will of the race surged up in his veins.
He snarled, "Creature, if you have any hopes of reviving your dead race, abandon them now."
The man looked at him, but said nothing. Enash rushed on, "If you could destroy us, you would have done so already.
But the truth is that you operate within limitations. Our ship is so built that no conceivable chain reaction could be started in it. For every plate of potential unstable material in it there is a counteracting plate, which prevents the development of a critical pile. You might be able to set off -explosions in our engines, but they, too, would be limited, and would merely start the process for which they are intendedconfined in their proper s.p.a.ce."
He was aware of Yoal touching his arm. "Careful," warned the historian. "Do not in your just anger give away vital in- formation."
Enash shook off the restraining sucker. "Let us not be un- realistic," he said harshly. "This thing has divined most of our racial secrets, apparently merely by looking at our bodies.