"Look," Van Doren said. "Other countries pa.s.s laws requiring that their movie theaters, television networks and radio stations have to play a certain percentage of home-grown entertainment. Because if they didn"t, Hollywood would wipe it all out. We"re not a world leader because we have nuclear missiles and submarines. We are because we have Bugs Bunny and the Dukes of Hazzard. Our planet is what Hollywood has made it."
"Planet Hollywood," I said. "Catchy."
"I thought you might like it," Van Doren said.
"But that"s a stupid argument," I said. "The only people who believe that Hollywood sets political agendas are nuts on the left who are scared of action figures, and nuts on the right who are scared of nipples."
"Who"s talking politics?" Van Doren said. "We"re talking about how people around our world want their world to be. And the world they want it to be like is the one they see in our films, and in our TV shows and hear in our music. That"s power. Hollywood that"s where the world culture starts. If someone wanted to address the world today, he wouldn"t do it from Washington, or Moscow, or London. He"d do it from Hollywood. That"s why I work in LA, Tom."
"Sure," I said. "And as a bonus, you get to meet stars."
"Well," Van Doren admitted, "There is that too."
"Joshua," I said. "You wouldn"t happen to have been listening to this little diatribe, would you?"
"As it happens," Joshua said, from his perch. "I"ve been hanging on every word."
"Does it sound familiar to you?"
"A little," Joshua said. "Of course, I said it better."
"Jim," I said, turning back to Van Doren. "I have a proposition for you."
"Do you, now," Van Doren said, and leaned back on his car. "This is going to be good."
"I don"t suppose you can guess why I, of all people, am the one that knows about these aliens."
"It"s a stumper, yes," Van Doren said.
"It"s because I"m their agent."
"Their what?" Van Doren said.
"I"m their agent," I said. "In one of those bizarre and strange coincidences, Jim, their outlook on things is remarkably similar to yours: if you want to get the attention of the world, you have to go through Hollywood. So they decided to hire an agent. I"m him. As such, I"m authorized to make deals for them."
"Wow," Van Doren said. "How do you collect your fee?"
"After this is all done, I get New Zealand," I said. "Now, are you going to shut up and let me tell you what I have in mind?"
"By all means," Van Doren said.
"This offer stands for the next ten minutes. After that, you"re out. No second chances or second thoughts. Are we clear?"
"Sure," Van Doren said.
"Here"s the deal," I said. "You get the story. Exclusive."
"What story?" Van Doren said. "Your story? I have that already."
"This story," I said. "The first contact between humanity and an intelligence from another world. It"s the single most important story in the history of the planet, Jim. And you"ll be the only one who"s in on it from the start. The only one who knows the whole story. Everyone else will have the reaction story. You"ll be the one who gets to tell the world how it happened and what it all means."
"Jesus," Van Doren said, after a minute. "You don"t screw around, do you?"
"Not when it"s business, Jim."
"What"s the catch?"
"The catch is this: Drop your stories on me and Mich.e.l.le. Quit The Biz. And keep your silence until we"re ready to make our debut."
"When is that going to be?"
"I don"t know yet," I said. "We"re still working it out. It could be tomorrow, or it could be years. But whatever it is, not a peep out of you until then. Not even a hint of a peep."
"What happens if I refuse?" Van Doren asked.
"Nothing," I said. "Except that you won"t be able to get off this ship while we"re off doing what we"re doing. In fact, you"ll be sent back as soon as we get there."
"Without your car," Joshua said. "Have fun hiking back to the 15."
"What"s to stop me from filing a story when I get back?" Van Doren said.
"Nothing at all," I said. "You can tell anyone you like. In fact, I encourage you to, since there"s probably not a quicker and easier way for your credibility to get squashed than for you to run around, saying that Mich.e.l.le Beck is an alien."
"So she is an alien," Van Doren said.
"Jim," I said. "Stay focused, here."
"I am focused," he said. "I"m just trying to make sure I have the story right."
"Then you"re in?"
"Are you kidding?" Van Doren said. "You"re offering me the biggest story ever in the universe, and you"re asking me if I want it? Are you that dumb?"
"It"s not actually the biggest story ever in the universe," Joshua said. "Just in this little corner of it."
"Close enough for me," Van Doren said, and turned back to me. "You"ve got a deal, Tom."
We shook on it. Chalk one up for our side.
"You all right with this, Joshua?" I asked.
"Well, the only thing I"ve seen of his is that piece he wrote about you," Joshua said. "It was kind of lousy."
"I can do better," Van Doren said.
"Lord, I hope so," Joshua said.
"I don"t suppose you could tell me now how much this gig pays," Van Doren said, to me.
"Don"t worry about it," Miranda said. "Tom"s easy to score a raise off of."
One of the Yherajk meeting us in the hangar pointed at Van Doren as the cube melted away. "Who is that?" it asked.
Van Doren pointed back. "What is that?"
"That"s what my people normally look like," Joshua said.
"Yeeeg," Van Doren said. "I like the dog suit better."
"This is Jim Van Doren," Joshua said. "He was a stowaway."
"A stowaway? Arrrgh," The Yherajk said. "Ye"ll be walking the plank come morning, laddie. Arrrgh."
"This is really not what I expected out of an alien race," Van Doren said to me.
"You get used to it," I said.
The Yherajk slimed his way over to me and extended a tentacle. "You must be Tom. I am Gwedif."
I took the tentacle. "It"s nice to finally meet you, Gwedif. I"ve heard a lot about you. I"m sorry we have to meet in these extreme circ.u.mstances."
"Extreme? You have no idea," Gwedif said. "No one around here has been able to talk about anything else. The air stinks of shouting. That reminds me." A smell like a wet, mildewed rug erupted from Gwedif; one of the other Yherajk immediately set off towards the door. "Now that we have an extra human, we need another set of nose plugs."
Gwedif moved the tendril to Miranda. "This is Miranda, I a.s.sume," he said.
"Hi," Miranda said. She didn"t make an attempt to shake the proffered tendril. "You"ll have to excuse me," she said. "This is the first time I"ve seen one of you in your natural state."
"Of course," Gwedif said. "I look pretty ooky. But I"m a really nice guy once you get to know me."
"I"m sure you are," Miranda said.
Gwedif next considered Van Doren. "How did you happen?" he said.
"I"m a journalist," Van Doren said. "I was following a story."
"I"d say you caught it," Gwedif remarked. "What do you think of us aliens so far?"
"You remind me of the headcheese at a smorgasbord," Van Doren said.
"Is he always like this?" Gwedif said to Joshua.
"We don"t know. He was sort of a last minute addition," Joshua said.
"Usually he"s worse," I said.
"Hmmmmm," Gwedif said. "You know, headcheese man, you and I are sort of in the same line of work."
"Nuts," Van Doren said, smiling. "And they promised me I"d have an exclusive on the story."
"I"m sure we can collaborate," Gwedif said.
The noseplug Yherajk had returned with three pairs of noseplugs. We each fitted them in. Then he joined the other Yherajk at the ambulance and lowered Mich.e.l.le"s stretcher onto the floor. I went over to her stretcher and checked the battery on the portable respirator. It was three-quarters drained.
"We"d better get moving on this thing," I said.
"What are we doing now, anyway?" Van Doren wanted to know.
"n.o.body tell him anything yet," I said. I looked at Van Doren. "Sorry, Jim. Hold your horses a couple more minutes." I looked over to Gwedif. "Jim doesn"t know exactly why we"re here. I think that"s something that could be useful for what we need to do."
"Yes, you"re right." Gwedif said. "How about that, headcheese man. You might come in useful after all. We won"t install the plank until tomorrow."
"How long are you going to call me "headcheese man"?" Van Doren said.
"Oh, I don"t know," Gwedif said. "It just has such a nice ring to it. Now, follow me, please, all of you. We"re going to the meeting chamber."
The corridors were as low as Carl promised. Van Doren, the tallest of us, suffered the greatest from the low ceilings and lower gravity, b.u.mping his head and cursing. Here and there Yherajk crossed our path, but mostly stayed out of our way as we headed towards the meeting chamber.
Gwedif pulled up to me as we walked. "I wish we had more time," he said. "This happened with Carl, too. Barely time for introductions, and then off to decide the fate of our peoples. If nothing else, we"ve learned that you humans thrive on crisis."
"Anything worth doing is worth doing at a fevered pitch," I said.
"I don"t know about that," Gwedif said. "I think the first place I"ll go when I visit your planet -- really visit your planet, I mean, not that little trip I took earlier -- I think I"ll go visit a monastery. Those people seem to have the right idea. Slow, meditative spiritual contemplation."
"I think most of the monasteries these days are either making chant CDs or boutique wines," I said.
"Really?" Gwedif said. "Well, h.e.l.l. What is it with you people, anyway?"
Before I could answer, we got to the meeting chamber. Gwedif touched the door, and we went inside.
Inside, a double-tiered low riser had been constructed, on which lay several Yherajk. I suspected the tier was for our benefit, not the Yherajk"s, so that we could see who we were speaking to. The Yherajk who brought Mich.e.l.le"s stretcher in set the wheel locks and left. I went and stood next to Mich.e.l.le. Miranda joined me; Joshua walked over to one side and sat, his eyes closed. Van Doren stood between Joshua and the stretcher, looking lost.
"Will you be speaking for your group?" Gwedif asked me.
"I will," I said.
"Very well. Today"s meeting is a little smaller than the one Carl endured, for which your nostrils will no doubt be thankful for," Gwedif said to us all. "Rather than a shipwide meeting, we have convened the ship"s senior officers. Tom, you may be familiar with our ientcio --" The Yherajk on the far left raised a tendril -- "who, of all Yherajk, is our leader."
"I have indeed heard him spoken of, in the highest terms," I said. "I hope he is well at this moment in the journey."
"Oooh, nice," Gwedif said. "You must have paid attention to whatever Carl told you. The ientcio returns your respects and welcomes you to the ship." Gwedif then introduced the rest of the officer complement, about twenty in all. I didn"t bother trying to remember them all; I concentrated on Gwedif and the ientcio.
"Joshua has already given us his version of your request, and his issues with it." Gwedif said.
"When did he do that?" I said.
"Just now," Joshua said, and turned to me. "I used High Speech, Tom. One nicely pungent fart gets it all across."