"What say?" queried Marya Nikolaevna. But Kitty heard and saw he was ashamed and uncomfortable at being naked before her.
"I"m not looking, I"m not looking!" she said, putting the arm in. "Marya Nikolaevna, you come to this side, you do it," she added.
Levin found a new doctor, not the one who had been attending Nikolai Levin, as the patient was dissatisfied with him. With Socrates and Tatiana secreted away in Levin and Kitty"s room, the new doctor came and sounded the patient; he consulted his II/Prognosis/M4, prescribed medicine, and with extreme minuteness explained first how to take the medicine and then what diet was to be kept to. He advised eggs, raw or hardly cooked, and seltzer water, with warm milk at a certain temperature.
"But what is wrong with him?" asked Levin, wringing his hands.
"It is unquestionably a unique case," the doctor began, glancing warily at Nikolai"s stomach, where a grotesque convexity was even then fighting upward, like a frog squirming within a mud bank. "I must tell you, however, that as to the nature of his condition, I have not the slightest idea."
When the doctor and his II/Prognosis/M4 had gone away, the sick man said something to his brother, of which Levin could distinguish only the last words: "Your Katya." By the expression with which he gazed at her, Levin saw that he was praising her.
"I"m much better already," he said. "Why, with you I would have gotten well long ago. How nice it is!" he took her hand and drew it toward his lips, but as though afraid she would dislike such contact, he changed his mind, let it go, and only stroked it. Kitty took his hand in both of hers and pressed it.
"Now turn me over on the left side and go to bed," he said.
CHAPTER 12.
THE NEXT DAY the sick man received the sacrament and extreme function from a priest, who stood, with his cross raised before him, a precautionary three feet away from the sickbed. During the ceremony Nikolai Levin prayed fervently. His great eyes, rotating in opposite directions from each other, tried but failed to fasten on the holy image that was set out on a card table covered with a colored napkin. For Levin it was agonizingly painful to behold the supplicating, hopeful eyes and the emaciated body, wasted and covered in its pattern of sores, making the sign of the cross on his tense, pockedmarked brow, and the prominent shoulders and hollow, gasping chest, which could not feel consistent with the life the sick man was praying for. During the sacrament Levin did what he, an unbeliever, had done a thousand times. He said, addressing G.o.d, "If Thou dost exist, make this man to recover" (of course this same thing has been repeated many times), "and Thou wilt save him and me." When the priest had gone, Socrates came forth from hiding and Levin loaded his Third Bay with the same hopeful prayer, playing it over and over again. the sick man received the sacrament and extreme function from a priest, who stood, with his cross raised before him, a precautionary three feet away from the sickbed. During the ceremony Nikolai Levin prayed fervently. His great eyes, rotating in opposite directions from each other, tried but failed to fasten on the holy image that was set out on a card table covered with a colored napkin. For Levin it was agonizingly painful to behold the supplicating, hopeful eyes and the emaciated body, wasted and covered in its pattern of sores, making the sign of the cross on his tense, pockedmarked brow, and the prominent shoulders and hollow, gasping chest, which could not feel consistent with the life the sick man was praying for. During the sacrament Levin did what he, an unbeliever, had done a thousand times. He said, addressing G.o.d, "If Thou dost exist, make this man to recover" (of course this same thing has been repeated many times), "and Thou wilt save him and me." When the priest had gone, Socrates came forth from hiding and Levin loaded his Third Bay with the same hopeful prayer, playing it over and over again.
After extreme unction the sick man became suddenly much better. He did not cough once in the course of an hour, and no fresh turgescence troubled his midsection. He smiled, kissed Kitty"s hand, thanking her with tears, and said he was comfortable, free from pain, and that he felt strong and had an appet.i.te. He even raised himself when his soup was heated in a primitive I/Warmer/1, and asked for a cutlet as well. Hopelessly ill as he was, obvious as it was at the first glance that he could not recover, Levin and Kitty were for that hour both in the same state of excitement, happy, though fearful of being mistaken. Even Karnak emitted a harsh, happy garble, pinp.r.i.c.ks of hopeful orange registering in the mud brown of his eyebank.
"Is he better?"
"Yes, much."
"It"s wonderful."
"There"s nothing wonderful in it."
"Anyway, he"s better," they said in a whisper, smiling to one another.
This self-deception was not of long duration. The sick man fell into a quiet sleep, but he was woken up half an hour later by a violent, wracking cough, accompanied by the abrupt return of the flesh-bulging phenomenon, extending this time from his stomach all along the length of his frame, from his neck down to his thighs. And all at once every hope vanished in those about him and in himself. The reality of his suffering crushed all hopes in Levin and Kitty and in the sick man himself, leaving no doubt, no memory even of past hopes.
At eight o"clock in the evening Levin and his wife were drinking tea in their room when Marya Nikolaevna ran in to them breathlessly. She was pale, and her lips were quivering. "He is dying!" she whispered. "I"m afraid he will die this minute."
Both of them ran to him. He was lying in the bed, rocking back and forth, his stomach bulging and puckering, a new system of sores visible on his neck and arms, his long back bent, and his head hanging low.
"How do you feel?" Levin asked in a whisper.
"It is inside me," Nikolai said enigmatically but with extreme distinctness, s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g the words out of himself.
Levin took Nikolai to mean that lurking inside him was the spirit of death, which was determined to consume him.
"Inside me," Nikolai said again.
"Why do you think so?" said Levin, so as to say something.
"Inside-inside-it wants to come out," he repeated, as though he had a liking for the phrase. "It must come out. It"s the end."
Marya Nikolaevna went up to him.
"You had better lie down; you"d be easier," she said.
"I shall lie down soon enough," he p.r.o.nounced slowly, a great, thick pocket of flesh bubbling up from his torso. "When I"m dead."
Levin laid his brother on his back, sat down beside him, and gazed at his face, holding his breath. The dying man lay with closed eyes, but the muscles twitched grotesquely from time to time on his forehead, living creatures dancing within the skin. Levin involuntarily thought with him of what it was that was happening to him now, but in spite of all his mental efforts to go along with him he saw by the expression of that calm, stern face that for the dying man all was growing clearer and clearer that was still as dark as ever for Levin.
"Yes, yes, so," the dying man articulated slowly at intervals, speaking with difficulty through a tongue that swelled and receded, swelled and receded.
"My G.o.d," said Levin sotto voce to Socrates. "What manner of death is this?"
Three more days of agony followed; the sick man was still in the same condition. The sense of longing for his death was all felt by everyone now at the pitiable sight of the patient, writhing and moaning; all thought of capture, of the danger to the Cla.s.s Ills, was forgotten in the face of such evident distress. Nikolai arched his back and gritted his teeth; he clutched at his pulsing stomach. Only at rare moments, when the Galena Box"s salutary hum gave him an instant"s relief from the pain, he would sometimes, half asleep, utter what was ever more intense in his heart than in all the others: "Oh, if it were only the end!" or, more ominously, "It is inside . . . it is inside . . . inside. . . ." Occasionally, tired old Karnak plopped down on the floor and imitated his master"s agonized posture, his rusted end-effectors clutching across his dinged and dented midsection.
Such was the consuming horror of Nikolai"s suffering that when, on the tenth day from their arrival at the town, Kitty felt mildly unwell, Levin could not contain an anxious expression, which his wife immediately understood. "But you do not fear," she began, choking back sobs, "that I have contracted Nikolai"s illness?"
"Of course not, dear. It cannot be so." He gathered her to him for an embrace; only when he had brought her to bed and laid her down for a replenishing midday rest, did he carefully study her neck and forehead, for any signs of the terrible rippling that marked his brother"s flesh. But no; Kitty was untainted.
After dinner Kitty again donned her protective accoutrements and went as usual with her work to the sick man. He looked at her sternly when she came in, and smiled contemptuously when she said she had been unwell. That day he was alive with sores, his whole body covered with them, all of them throbbing and red like so many angry craters.
"How do you feel?" she asked him.
"Worse," he articulated with difficulty. "In pain!"
"In pain, where?"
"Everywhere." He gestured to his body, covered in ulcerated divots and loose flaps of skin.
"It will be over today, you will see," said Marya Nikolaevna. Though it was said in a whisper, the sick man, whose hearing Levin had noticed was very keen, must have heard. Levin said hush to her, and looked round at the sick man. Nikolai had heard; but these words produced no effect on him. His eyes, ringed though they were with tiny sores on his cheeks and eyelids, had still the same intense, reproachful look.
"Why do you think so?" Levin asked her, when she had followed him into the corridor.
"He has begun picking at himself," said Marya Nikolaevna.
"How do you mean?"
"Like this," she said, scratching wildly at her arms and legs, as if clawing at something beneath the skin.
Marya Nikolaevna"s prediction came true. Toward night the sick man was not able to lift his hands, and could only gaze before him with the same intensely concentrated expression in his eyes. Even when his brother or Kitty bent over him, so that he could see them, he looked just the same. Kitty sent for the priest to say the prayer for the dying.
While the priest was administering the blessing, the dying man suddenly buckled violently, his hands thrashing, his body contorting up and back, shaking like a bridge wracked by high water. The priest attempted to continue the prayer as the dying man thrashed madly on the bed, every sore on his body pulsing vividly; indeed, as he stretched and his eyes rolled madly in his head, the little sores started to spurt cobalt bile like hideous little dragon mouths spitting gouts of fire. The priest scrabbled for his Holy Book and desperately continued chanting, reaching forward with a tremulous hand to try and place the cross to Nikolai"s cold forehead, but the dying man was bucking forward and back, slapping at his stomach, which bulged forward to an obscene degree. He moaned terribly, and Karnak emitted an awful, high-pitched shriek of distress.
"It is inside," cried Nikolai. "Inside . . ."
At that moment the door was kicked open, and two young and handsome men with regimental-grade smokers burst into the sickroom.
"We are representatives of the Ministry of Robotics and State Administration. We have come today to . . . dear Heavenly Father!"
For while the man was speaking, Nikolai sat bolt upright, and his skin tore clean from his body like the wrapping ripped from a Cla.s.s I plaything, his flesh flying free and scattering about the floor of the room like paper and ash. All present, including the two Toy Soldiers, stood frozen as Nikolai Dmitrich issued his last gurgling scream before his head lolled backward at a terrible angle. The remains of his body were shook free like a useless husk: shook free by a hunched, slavering inhuman being, more than six feet in height, its flexing, green-gray exoskeleton rippling with k.n.o.bby stubs. The monstrosity, now standing astride the sickbed, had some dozens of eyes, cl.u.s.tered around a jagged, reptilian snout ending in a crooked, dirty-yellow beak. A thick, scaly tail swept about the room, while four stubby arms, each ending in a grasping three-fingered talon, lashed out in various directions.
Levin cried out and threw himself in front of Kitty; the priest wept and murmured prayers into his beard. Tatiana leaped in a rapid jete jete from where she had been hiding, along with Socrates, behind the curtain in the rear of the room-and landed on one of the Toy Soldiers. from where she had been hiding, along with Socrates, behind the curtain in the rear of the room-and landed on one of the Toy Soldiers.
"Ah! Help!" shouted the Toy Soldier, as the Cla.s.s III, her normal pink hue tinged with furious orange, clawed at his eyes with her long, manicured groznium fingernails. "Help!"
His colleague was unable to respond: for, as the others watched, transfixed, the unearthly creature let out a high, shrieking war cry, bounded off the bed, flexed its gigantic claws in midair, and landed on the other Toy Soldier, who had only just gathered the presence of mind to raise the smoker and draw aim. Before he could fire, the beast snapped its beak shut on the man"s head like the jaws of a trap.
The monster reared back with the soldier"s body dangling limply from its mouth, smashed its fat tree trunk of a tail against the wall, and stomped off through the broken door.
Tatiana meanwhile remained crouched over the other Toy Soldier, battering away robotically with clenched fists, dozens of blows a second, until at last the man stopped moving. The lissome Cla.s.s III then sat coiled over his body for a long moment, the urgent flash of her eyebank slowly returning to its normal, even pulse.
NIKOLAI DMITRICH ISSUED HIS LAST GURGLING SCREAM BEFORE HIS HEAD LOLLED BACKWARD AT A TERRIBLE ANGLE.
Through all of this, Levin stared with forlorn confusion at the sickbed where formerly his brother had lain-now but a tangle of sodden sheets, dotted with pieces of scalp, flesh in ill-colored hunks, small, gray piles of shed skin. Socrates gingerly helped Tatiana to her feet, and then bent to examine the battered body of the Toy Soldier, plucking a visionary-hundredfold from the metallic instrument tangle of his beard.
Kitty regarded her Cla.s.s III with confusion, love, and fear. "I . . . I cannot express my thanks, that you took such a risk in defending our safety, as well as your own. But, but Tati . . . ," she trailed off, and Levin was forced to complete the thought for her: "Tatiana, you have violated the Iron Laws. No robot may strike a human being! How could your programming have allowed such an action?"
"I am uncertain," said Tatiana slowly, anxiously smoothing out her tutu with one trembling end-effector.
"I shall explain," answered Socrates, looking up from the Toy Soldier"s unmoving form. "This is not the corpse of a human being. This is groznium. These men were robots."
As he and Kitty bid a tearful farewell to their brave beloved-companions, and began along the road home to Pokrovskoe, Dmitrich Levin was left to contend with twin mysteries: the grisly death of his brother, apparently as the result of having somehow become a sort of human hatching ground for an abominable alien creature; and the revelation that the Ministry"s new elite cadre, the very persons charged with collecting the nation"s Cla.s.s Ills for adjustment, were not persons at all but perfectly humanoid robots. These mysteries revived in Levin that sense of horror in the face of the insoluble enigma that had come upon him that autumn evening when his brother had slept beside him. This feeling was now even stronger than before; even less than before did he feel capable of apprehending the meaning of life and death, and its inevitability rose up before him more terrible than ever.
But now, thanks to his wife"s presence, that feeling did not reduce him to despair. In spite of death and fear, he felt the need of life and love. He felt that love saved him from despair, and that this love, under the menace of despair, had become still stronger and purer. The one mystery of death, still unsolved, had scarcely pa.s.sed before his eyes, when another mystery had arisen, as insoluble, urging him toward love and toward life.
When they arrived home, the provincial doctor confirmed his earlier suppositions in regard to Kitty"s health: her indisposition was a symptom indicating that she was with child.
CHAPTER 13.
FROM THE MOMENT when Alexei Alexandrovich understood that all that was expected of him was to leave his wife in peace, without burdening her with his presence, and that his wife herself desired this, he felt the madness that simmered like a kind of fever in the back of his brain begin to burn hotter and hotter-exactly what the Face had hoped for. Let Alexei be weak . . . let him grant forgiveness . . . let the woman and her mustachioed brigand live and go free. . . . In time, the Face knew, their continuing existence would be a sharp nettle to torture Alexei"s already anguished mind past the point of no return. when Alexei Alexandrovich understood that all that was expected of him was to leave his wife in peace, without burdening her with his presence, and that his wife herself desired this, he felt the madness that simmered like a kind of fever in the back of his brain begin to burn hotter and hotter-exactly what the Face had hoped for. Let Alexei be weak . . . let him grant forgiveness . . . let the woman and her mustachioed brigand live and go free. . . . In time, the Face knew, their continuing existence would be a sharp nettle to torture Alexei"s already anguished mind past the point of no return.
Alexei did not know himself what he wanted now. It was only when Anna had left his house, and the II/Porter/7e62 asked whether he desired the full table setting, though he would be dining alone, that for the first time he clearly comprehended his position, and was appalled by it. Most difficult of all in this position was the fact that he could not in any way connect and reconcile his past with what was now. It was not the past when he had lived happily with his wife that troubled him. The transition from that past to a knowledge of his wife"s unfaithfulness he had lived through miserably already; that state was painful, but he could understand it. If his wife had then, on declaring to him her unfaithfulness, left him, he would have been wounded, unhappy, but he would not have been in the hopeless position-incomprehensible to himself-in which he felt himself now. He could not now reconcile his immediate past, his tenderness, his love for his sick wife, and for the other man"s child with what was now the case; for in return for all this he now found himself alone.
PUT TO SHAME. A LAUGHINGSTOCK. NEEDED BY NO ONE. DESPISED BY ALL.
"Yes," responded Karenin, pacing the empty rooms of his home.
NOT I THOUGH.
I SHALL NEVER ABANDON YOU.
His confidence b.u.t.tressed by the supportive exhortations of the Face, Alexei was able to preserve an appearance of composure, and even of indifference. Answering inquiries about the disposition of Anna Arkadyevna"s rooms and belongings, he exercised immense self-control to appear like a man in whose eyes what had occurred was neither unforeseen nor out of the ordinary course of events, and he attained his aim: no one could have detected in him signs of despair.
On the second day after her departure, Alexei Alexandrovich was paid a visit by a shop clerk, to whom he had previously sent word that his wife"s outstanding bills should be sent to her directly.
"Excuse me, your Excellency, for venturing to trouble you. But she is on the moon, where collections efforts are exceedingly difficult."
Alexei began in his cold and formal way to explain that whatever planet or planetoid his wife cared to live upon was not his concern. But he trailed off, midway through his sentence, his head c.o.c.ked slightly to the side, listening to an unheard admonition.
HOW DARE HE?.
Yes, thought Alexei Karenin. Yes Yes.
"You come to me today in search of money, the money owed to you by Anna Arkadyevna. You come and speak as if you do not know of our situation."
"Of course, that is, I do know," the shopkeeper stammered. "I do know of the situation to which you refer."
"Yes," Alexei began, and the human portion of his face twisted into a sneer, while his voice changed, emerging unnaturally with the timbre of nails rattling in an empty can: "BUT DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?" "BUT DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?"
"I . . . I-yes, your Excellency," the man stammered helplessly, stepping backward slowly as he spoke. "And normally of course before troubling you I would send my Cla.s.s III. Funny little robot called Wholesale. But, sir, of course he"s been sent for adjustment."
Alexei Alexandrovich threw his head back and pondered, as it seemed to the clerk, and all at once, turning round, he sat down calmly at the table.
"I am sorry for bothering you. Perhaps it is best that I go. Sir? Sir?"
Letting his head sink into his hands, Karenin sat for a long while in that position, several times attempted to speak and stopped short. Then, at last, he looked up, stared directly at the man, and his ocular device clicked slowly forward.
When it was done-when the shopkeeper"s windpipe had been shattered like the neck of a wine bottle, when his eyes popped out of his head like overripe fruit, when what had been the man"s body lay in a ragged ma.s.s on the floor, one hand still clutching Anna"s overdue bill-Alexei Alexandrovich allowed a small smile to creep into the corner of his mouth.
"You may consider it paid, sir," he said to the corpse as he stepped over it and returned to his bedchamber.
But, alone again, Alexei Alexandrovich recognized that he had not the strength to keep up the line of firmness and composure any longer. He gave orders for the carriage that was awaiting him to be taken back, and for no one to be admitted, and he did not go down to dinner.
He felt that he could not turn aside from himself the hatred of men, because that hatred did not come from his being bad (in that case he could have tried to be better), but from his being shamefully and repulsively unhappy. He knew that for this, for the very fact that his heart was torn with grief, they would be merciless to him. He felt that men would crush him as dogs strangle a torn dog yelping with pain-if he did not crush them first. He knew that his sole means of security against people was to hide his wounds from them, and instinctively he tried to do this for two days, but now he felt incapable of keeping up the unequal struggle.
SHE MADE YOU THE FOOL, ALEXEI.
Tomorrow he would appear before his colleagues in the Ministry; accompanied by a regiment of Toy Soldiers, loyal to him and him alone, he would appear before them to deliver a decisive announcement.
SHE ABANDONED YOU, AND THE WORLD HOWLED WITH LAUGHTER.