"Yes, I did," I said. "I looked all over for it-that"s probably why I can"t find it."
"Maybe you left it somewhere," she cooed softly. "Where was the last place you were?"
"I wasn"t anywhere," I said.
"Well, maybe that"s your trouble."
"I meant that I stayed home last night. I didn"t go anywhere! And I don"t feel very well."
"You don"t look very well," she said. "You should see a doctor."
"I already have," I said. "He went down that hall."
"Oh, that"s right. I remember now."
"Look," I said. I was starting to get a little angry. "Will you please get me an appointment with a doctor?"
"Is that what you want-an appointment? appointment?"
"Yes, that is what I want."
"You"re sure that"s all all you want now? You"re not going to come back later and complain that we didn"t give you what you want?" you want now? You"re not going to come back later and complain that we didn"t give you what you want?"
"I"m sure," I said. "I"m not going to come back."
"Good. That"s what we want to be sure of."
By now, everything seemed to be all wrong. The whole world seemed to be slipping off sideways-all squished together and stretched out and tilted so that everything was sliding down towards the edge. So far, nothing had gone over, but I thought I could see tiny cracks appearing in the surface.
I shook my head to clear it, but all that did was to produce a very distinct rattling noise-like a very small walnut in a very large sh.e.l.l.
I sat down on the couch to wait-I was still unable to think clearly. The fog swirled in thicker than ever, obscuring everything. Visibility had been reduced to zero and the controllers were threatening to close down all operations until the ceiling lifted. I protested, no-wasn"t the ceiling all right where it was?-but they just ignored me.
I stood up then and tried to push the ceiling back by hand, but I couldn"t reach it and had to stand on a chair. Even then, the surface of it was hard and unyielding. (Although, I was close enough to see that there were numerous cracks and flaws in it.) I started to push on it again, but a strong hand on my shoulder and a deep voice stopped me. "Lay down on the couch," she said. "Just close your eyes. Relax. Lie back and relax."
"All right," I said, but I did not lay on my back. I lay on my stomach and pressed my face into the hard unyielding surface.
"Relax," she said again.
"I"ll try," I said, forcing myself.
"Look out the window," the doctor said. "What do you see?"
"I see clouds," I said.
"What kind?"
"What kind???"
"Yes. What kind?"
I looked again. "Cottage cheese clouds. Little scuds of cottage cheese clouds."
"Cottage cheese clouds-?" asked the doctor.
"Yes," I said. "Cottage cheese clouds. Hard and unyielding."
"Large curd or small curd?"
"Huh?" I asked. I rolled over and looked at her. She did not have on golf shoes, but she was wearing a sweater. Instead of the golf shoes, she had on high heels. But she was a doctor-I could tell that. Her shoes still had cleats.
"I asked you a question," she rumbled in that deep voice of hers.
"Yes, you did," I agreed. "Would you mind repeating it?"
"No, I wouldn"t mind," she said and waited quietly.
I waited also. For a moment there was silence between us. I pushed the silence to one side and asked, "Well, what was it?"
This time she answered, "I asked whether the clouds were large curd or small curd."
"I give up," I said. "What were they?"
"That"s very good of you to give up-otherwise we"d have had to come in after you and take you by force. By surrendering your misconceptions now you have made it so much easier for both of us."
The whole thing was coming disjointed and teetered precariously on the edge. Bigger cracks were beginning to appear in the image and tiny pieces were starting to slip out and fall slowly to the ground where they shattered like so many soap bubbles.
"Uh-" I said. "Uh, Doctor-there"s something wrong with my eye."
"Your I?"
"Uh, yes. The pupil is gone."
"The pupil is gone from your I?" The doctor was astounded. "How astounding!"
I could only nod-so I did. (A bit too hard perhaps. A few more pieces came flaking off and fluttered gently to the floor. We watched for a bit.) "Hm," she said. "I have a theory about that. Would you like to hear it?"
I didn"t answer. She was going to tell me her theory whether I wanted to hear it or not.
"The world is coming to an end," she whispered conspiratorially.
"Right now?" I asked, somewhat worriedly. I still hadn"t fed the cat.
"No, but soon," she rea.s.sured me.
"Oh," I said.
We sat there in silence. After a bit, she cleared her throat. "I think..." she began slowly, then she trailed off.
"That"s nice," I said, but she didn"t hear me.
"...I think that the world exists only as a reflection of our minds. It exists the way it does only because that"s the way we think it does."
"I think-therefore think-therefore I I exist," I said. But she ignored me. She told me to be quiet. exist," I said. But she ignored me. She told me to be quiet.
"Yes, you exist," she confirmed. (I"m glad she did-I was beginning to be a bit worried-and this was the wrong day for it. The last time I looked this was Tuesday.) "You exist," she said, "because you think you do. And the world also exists because you think it does."
"Then, when I die-the world ends with me... ?" I asked hopefully, making a mental note not to die.
"No-that"s nonsense. No sane and rational man believes in solipsism." She scratched at her eyeball with a fork and went on.
"When you die-you cease to exist," she said. "But the world goes on-it goes on because everybody else who"s still alive still believes that it exists. (The only thing they"ve stopped believing in is you.) You see, the world is a collective figment of all of our individual imaginations." cease to exist," she said. "But the world goes on-it goes on because everybody else who"s still alive still believes that it exists. (The only thing they"ve stopped believing in is you.) You see, the world is a collective figment of all of our individual imaginations."
"I"m sorry," I said stiffly. "I do not believe in collectivism." I unbent a little so as to sit up. "I am a staunch Republican."
"Don"t you see?" she said, ignoring my interruption. "This ma.s.s hallucination that the world is real just keeps on going because of its own inertia. You believe in it because that"s the way it was when you first began to exist-that is when everybody else first began to believe you existed. When you were born, you saw that the world followed a certain set of rules that other people believed in, so you believed in them too-the fact that you believe in them just gives them that much more strength."
"Oh," I said. I lay there listening to her, trying to figure out some way to leave gracefully. My eye was starting to hurt and I couldn"t see the ceiling any more. The fog was rolling in again.
"Look at the church!" she said suddenly.
"Huh?" I said.
"Look at the church!" she said it again, insistent.
I tried to. I lifted my head and tried to look at the church, but the fog was too thick. I couldn"t even see my toes.
"Look at it," she said. "Faith is the basic precept of religion-faith that what they"re telling you is true! Don"t they tell you to have faith in the church, that faith can work miracles?!! Well, I"ll tell you something-it can! If enough people believe in something, it becomes reality!" is the basic precept of religion-faith that what they"re telling you is true! Don"t they tell you to have faith in the church, that faith can work miracles?!! Well, I"ll tell you something-it can! If enough people believe in something, it becomes reality!"
By now, my eye was throbbing most painfully. I tried to sit up, but her strong hands held me back. She leaned closer and whispered intensely, "Yes! It"s true. It is."
"If you say so," I nodded.
She went on, "Fortunately, the church long ago abandoned miracles in favor of conservatism-now, it"s fighting to preserve the status quo! The church is one of the last bastions of reality-it"s one of the few things holding back chaos!"
"Chaos?"
"Yes, chaos."
"Oh."
"The world is changing," she explained. "Man is changing it"
I nodded. "Yes, I know. I read the newspapers too."
"No, no! That"s not what I meant! Man is changing his world unconsciously! More and more people are starting to believe that they really can change their environment-and the more they believe it, the more drastically it changes. I"ll give you an example-fossils!"
"Fossils?"
"Yes, fossils. n.o.body ever discovered any fossils until people started believing in evolution-then when they did start to believe in it, you couldn"t turn around without tripping over fossils."
"You really believe this?" I asked.
"Yes, I do!" she said intensely.
"Then it must be so," I said.
"Oh, it is," she agreed and I knew that she really did believe it. She made a very convincing case. In fact, the more she talked, the more I began to believe it too.
"Why did you tell me all this?" I asked.
"Because we"re in great danger. That"s why." She whispered fiercely, "The world isn"t changing uniformly. Everybody is starting to believe in different things and they"re forming pockets of non-causality."
"Like a pimple?" I offered.
"Yes," she said and I could see a small one forming on the tip of her nose. "It works this way: a fanatic meets another fanatic, then the two of them meet with some other people who share the same hallucinations and pretty soon there are a whole bunch of fanatics all believing the same thing-pretty soon, their delusions become real for them-they"ve started to contradict the known reality and replaced it with a node of non-reality."
I nodded and concentrated on wrapping a swirl of the fog securely around me.
"The more it changes, the more people believe in the changes, and the stronger they become. If this keeps up we may be the only sane people left in the world-and we"re in danger-"
"They"re outnumbering our reality?" I suggested.
"Worse than that-all of their different outlooks are starting to flaw the structure of s.p.a.ce! Even the shape of the Earth is changing! Why, at one time, it was really flat-the world didn"t turn round until people started to believe it was round."
I turned round then and looked at her, but she had disappeared into the fog. All that was left was her grin.
"But the world is really pear shaped," I said. "I read it in Scientific American Scientific American."
"And why do you think it"s changing shape?" the grin asked. "It"s because a certain nation is starting to believe that it"s really bigger than it is. The Earth is bulging out to accommodate them."
"Oh," I said.
"It"s the fault of the news media-television is influencing our image of the world! They keep telling us that the world is changing-and more and more people keep believing it."
"Well," I said. "With the shape of the world the way it is today, any change has got to be for the-"
"Oh, G.o.d-not you too! All you people keep talking about the world going to pieces-falling apart at the seams-"
And then even the grin was gone.
I was left there. I was also right. Other people had begun to notice it too. Great chunks of the surface had had gone blotchy and holes had appeared in it. More and more pieces were falling out all the time, but the waters had not yet broken through from the other side. gone blotchy and holes had appeared in it. More and more pieces were falling out all the time, but the waters had not yet broken through from the other side.
I poked my finger through one of the holes and I could feel the soft gelatinous surface behind. Perhaps it hadn"t completely thawed out yet.