"You sound as if you approve of Saybrook"s Planet, Doc."
"I do, in a way. It makes sense out of the business of living. I can see their viewpoint toward us. Suppose one of the cells of your body could be conscious of the efficiency of the human body as compared with that of the cell itself, and could realize that this was only the result of the union of many cells into a higher whole. And then suppose it became conscious of the existence of free-living cells, with bare life and nothing more. It might feel a very strong desire to drag the poor thing into an organization. It might feel sorry for it, feel perhaps a sort of missionary spirit. The things on Saybrook"s Planet-or the thing; one should use the singular-feels just that, perhaps."
"And went ahead by bringing about virgin births, eh, Doc? I"ve got to go easy on that angle of it. Post-office regulations, you know."
"There"s nothing ribald about it, Drake. For centuries we"ve been able to make the eggs of sea urchins, bees, frogs, et cetera develop without the intervention of male fertilization. The touch of a needle was sometimes enough, or just immersion in the proper salt solution. The thing on Saybrook"s Planet can cause fertilization by the controlled use of radiant energy. That"s why an appropriate energy barrier stops it; interference, you see, or static.
"They can do more than stimulate the division and development of an unfertilized egg. They can impress their own characteristics upon its nucleo-proteins, so that the young are born with the little patches of green fur, which serve as the planet"s sense organ and means of communication. The young, in other words, are not individuals, but become part of the thing on Saybrook"s Planet. The thing on the planet, not at all incidentally, can impregnate any species-plant, animal, or microscopic."
"Potent stuff," muttered Drake.
"Totipotent," Dr. Weiss said sharply. "Universally potent. Any fragment of it is totipotent. Given time, a single bacterium from Saybrook"s Planet can convert all of Earth into a single organism! We"ve got the experimental proof of that."
Drake said unexpectedly, "You know, I think I"m a millionaire, Doc. Can you keep a secret?"
Weiss nodded, puzzled.
"I"ve got a souvenir from Saybrook"s Planet," Drake told him, grinning. "It"s only a pebble, but after the publicity the planet will get, combined with the fact that it"s quarantined from here on in, the pebble will be all any human being will ever see of it. How much do you suppose I could sell the thing for?"
Weiss stared. "A pebble?" He s.n.a.t.c.hed at the object shown him, a hard, gray ovoid. "You shouldn"t have done that, Drake. It was strictly against regulations."
"I know. That"s why I asked if you could keep a secret. If you could give me a signed note of authentication-What"s the matter, Doc?"
Instead of answering, Weiss could only chatter and point. Drake ran over and stared down at the pebble. It was the same as before- Except that the light was catching it at an angle, and it showed up two little green spots. Look very closely; they were patches of green hairs.
He was disturbed. There was a definite air of danger within the ship. There was the suspicion of his presence aboard. How could that be? He had done nothing yet. Had another fragment of home come aboard and been less cautious? That would be impossible without his knowledge, and though he probed the ship intensely, he found nothing.
And then the suspicion diminished, but it was not quite dead. One of the keen-thinkers still wondered, and was treading close to the truth.
How long before the landing? Would an entire world of life fragments be deprived of completeness? He clung closer to the severed ends of the wire he had been specially bred to imitate, afraid of detection, fearful for his altruistic mission.
Dr. Weiss had locked himself in his own room. They were already within the solar system, and in three hours they would be landing. He had to think. He had three hours in which to decide.
Drake"s devilish "pebble" had been part of the organized life on Saybrook"s Planet, of course, but it was dead. It was dead when he had first seen it, and if it hadn"t been, it was certainly dead after they fed it into the hyper-atomic motor and converted it into a blast of pure heat. And the bacterial cultures still showed normal when Weiss anxiously checked.
That was not what bothered Weiss now.
Drake had picked up the "pebble" during the last hours of the stay on Saybrook"s Planet-after the barrier breakdown. What if the breakdown had been the result of a slow, relentless mental pressure on the part of the thing on the planet? What if parts of its being waited to invade as the barrier dropped? If the "pebble" had not been fast enough and had moved only after the barrier was reestablished, it would have been killed. It would have lain there for Drake to see and pick up.
It was a "pebble," not a natural life form. But did that mean it was not some kind of life form? It might have been a deliberate production of the planet"s single organism-a creature deliberately designed to look like a pebble, harmless-seeming, unsuspicious. Camouflage, in other words-a shrewd and frighteningly successful camouflage.
Had any other camouflaged creature succeeded in crossing the barrier before it was re-established-with a suitable shape filched from the minds of the humans aboard ship by the mind-reading organism of the planet? Would it have the casual appearance of a paperweight? Of an ornamental bra.s.s-head nail in the captain"s old-fashioned chair? And how would they locate it? Could they search every part of the ship for the telltale green patches- even down to individual microbes?
And why camouflage? Did it intend to remain undetected for a time? Why? So that it might wait for the landing on Earth?
An infection after landing could not be cured by blowing up a ship. The bacteria of Earth, the molds, yeasts, and protozoa, would go first. Within a year the non-human young would be arriving by the uncountable billions.
Weiss closed his eyes and told himself it might not be such a bad thing. There would be no more disease, since no bacterium would multiply at the expense of its host, but instead would be satisfied with its fair share of what was available. There would be no more overpopulation; the hordes of mankind would decline to adjust themselves to the food supply. There would be no more wars, no crime, no greed.
But there would be no more individuality, either.
Humanity would find security by becoming a cog in a biological machine. A man would be brother to a germ, or to a liver cell.
He stood up. He would have a talk with Captain Loring. They would send their report and blow up the ship, just as Saybrook had done.
He sat down again. Saybrook had had proof, while he had only the conjectures of a terrorized mind, rattled by the sight of two green spots on a pebble. Could he kill the two hundred men on board ship because of a feeble suspicion?
He had to think!
He was straining. Why did he have to wait? If he could only welcome those who were aboard now. Now!
Yet a cooler, more reasoning part of himself told him that he could not. The little multipliers in the darkness would betray their new status in fifteen minutes, and the keen-thinkers had them under continual observation. Even one mile from the surface of their planet would be too soon, since they might still destroy themselves and their ship out in s.p.a.ce.
Better to wait for the main air locks to open, for the planetary air to swirl in with millions of the little multipliers. Better to greet each one of them into the brotherhood of unified life and let them swirl out again to spread the message.
Then it would be done! Another world organized, complete!
He waited. There was the dull throbbing of the engines working mightily to control the slow dropping of the ship; the shudder of contact with planetary surface, then- He let the jubilation of the keen-thinkers sweep into reception, and his own jubilant thoughts answered them. Soon they would be able to receive as well as himself. Perhaps not these particular fragments, but the fragments that would grow out of those which were fitted for the continuation of life.
The main air locks were about to be opened- And all thought ceased.
Jerry Thorn thought, d.a.m.n it, something"s wrong now.
He said to Captain Loring, "Sorry. There seems to be a power breakdown. The locks won"t open."
"Are you sure, Thorn? The lights are on."
"Yes, sir. We"re investigating it now."
He tore away and joined Roger Oldenn at the air-lock wiring box. "What"s wrong?"
"Give me a chance, will you?" Oldenn"s hands were busy. Then he said, "For the love of Pete, there"s a six-inch break in the twenty-amp lead."
"What? That can"t be!"
Oldenn held up the broken wires with their clean, sharp, sawn-through ends.
Dr. Weiss joined them. He looked haggard and there was the smell of brandy on his breath.
He said shakily, "What"s the matter?"
They told him. At the bottom of the compartment, in one corner, was the missing section.
Weiss bent over. There was a black fragment on the floor of the compartment. He touched it with his finger and it smeared, leaving a sooty smudge on his finger tip. He rubbed it off absently.
There might have been something taking the place of the missing section of wire. Something that had been alive and only looked like wire, yet something that would heat, die, and carbonize in a tiny fraction of a second once the electrical circuit which controlled the air lock had been closed.
He said, "How are the bacteria?"
A crew member went to check, returned and said, "All normal, Doc."
The wires had meanwhile been spliced, the locks opened, and Dr. Weiss stepped out into the anarchic world of life that was Earth.
"Anarchy," he said, laughing a little wildly. "And it will stay that way."
Hostess
Rose Smollett was happy about it; almost triumphant. She peeled off her gloves, put her hat away, and turned her brightening eyes upon her husband. "f She said, "Drake, we"re going to have him here."
Drake looked at her with annoyance. "You"ve missed supper. 1 thought you were going to be back by seven."
"Oh, that doesn"t matter. I ate something on the way home. But, Drake, we"re going to have him here!"
"Who here? What are you talking about?"
"The doctor from Hawkin"s Planet! Didn"t you realize that was what today"s conference was about? We spent all day talking about it. It"s the most exciting thing that could possibly have happened!"
Drake Smollett removed the pipe from the vicinity of his face. He stared first at it and then at his wife. "Let me get this straight. When you say the doctor from Hawkin"s Planet, do you mean the Hawkinsite you"ve got at the Inst.i.tute?"
"Well, of course. Who else could I possibly mean?"
"And may I ask what the devil you mean by saying we"ll have him here?"
"Drake, don"t you understand?"
"What is there to understand? Your Inst.i.tute may be interested in the thing, but I"m not. What have we to do with it personally? It"s Inst.i.tute business, isn"t it?"
"But, darling," Rose said, patiently, "the Hawkinsite would like to stay at a private house somewhere, where he won"t be bothered with official cere-Copyright 1951 by World Editions, Inc.
mony, and where he"ll be able to proceed more according to his own likes and dislikes. I find it quite understandable."
"Why at our house?"
"Because our place is convenient for the purpose, I suppose. They asked if I would allow it, and frankly," she added with some stiffness, "I consider it a privilege."
"Look!" Drake put his fingers through his brown hair and succeeded in rumpling it. "We"ve got a convenient little place here-granted! It"s not the most elegant place in the world, but it does well enough for us. However, I don"t see where we"ve got room for extraterrestrial visitors."
Rose began to look worried. She removed her gla.s.ses and put them away in their case. "He can stay in the spare room. He"ll take care of it himself. I"ve spoken to him and he"s very pleasant. Honestly, all we have to do is show a certain amount of adaptability."
Drake said, "Sure, just a little adaptability! The Hawkinsites breathe cyanide. We"ll just adapt ourselves to that, I suppose!"
"He carries cyanide in a little cylinder. You won"t even notice it."
"And what else about them that I won"t notice?"
"Nothing else. They"re perfectly harmless. Goodness, they"re even vegetarians."
"And what does that mean? Do we feed him a bale of hay for dinner?"
Rose"s lower lip trembled. "Drake, you"re being deliberately hateful. There are many vegetarians on Earth; they don"t eat hay."
"And what about us? Do we eat meat ourselves or will that make us look like cannibals to him? I won"t live on salads to suit him; I warn you."
"You"re being quite ridiculous."
Rose felt helpless. She had married late in life, comparatively. Her career had been chosen; she herself had seemed well settled in it. She was a fellow in biology at the Jenkins Inst.i.tute for the Natural Sciences, with over twenty publications to her credit. In a word, the line was hewed, the path cleared; she had been set for a career and spinsterhood. And now, at thirty-five, she was still a little amazed to find herself a bride of less than a year.
Occasionally, it embarra.s.sed her, too, since she sometimes found that she had not the slightest idea of how to handle her husband. What did one do when the man of the family became mulish? That was not included in any of her courses. As a woman of independent mind and career, she couldn"t bring herself to cajolery.
So she looked at him steadily and said simply, "It means very much to me."
"Why?"
"Because, Drake, if he stays here for any length of time, I can study him really closely. Very little work has been done on the biology and psychology of the individual Hawkinsite or of any of the extraterrestrial intelligences We have some of their sociology and history, of course, but that"s all. Surely, you must see the opportunity. He stays here; we watch him, speak to him, observe his habits-"
"Not interested."
"Oh, Drake, I don"t understand you."
"You"re going to say I"m not usually like this, I suppose."
"Well, you"re not."
Drake was silent for a while. He seemed withdrawn and his high cheekbones and large chin were twisted and frozen into a brooding position.
He said finally, "Look, I"ve heard a bit about the Hawkinsites in the way of my own business. You say there have been investigations of their sociology, but not of their biology. Sure. It"s because the Hawkinsites don"t like to be studied as specimens any more than we would. I"ve spoken to men who were in charge of security groups watching various Hawkinsite missions on Earth. The missions stay in the rooms a.s.signed to them and don"t leave for anything but the most important official business. They have nothing to do with Earthmen. It"s quite obvious that they are as revolted by us as I personally am by them.
"In fact, I just don"t understand why this Hawkinsite at the Inst.i.tute should be any different. It seems to me to be against all the rules to have him come here by himself, anyway-and to have him want to stay in an Earthman"s home just puts the maraschino cherry on top."
Rose said, wearily, "This is different. I"m surprised you can"t understand it, Drake. He"s a doctor. He"s coming here in the way of medical research, and I"ll grant you that he probably doesn"t enjoy staying with human beings and will find us perfectly horrible. But he must stay just the same! Do you suppose human doctors enjoy going into the tropics, or that they are particularly fond of letting themselves be bitten by infected mosquitoes?"
Drake said sharply, "What"s this about mosquitoes? What have they to do with it?"
"Why, nothing," Rose answered, surprised. "It just came to my mind, that"s all. I was thinking of Reed and his yellow-fever experiments."
Drake shrugged. "Well, have it your own way."
For a moment, Rose hesitated. "You"re not angry about this, are you?" To her own ears she sounded unpleasantly girlish.
"No."
And that, Rose knew, meant that he was.
Rose surveyed herself doubtfully in the full-length mirror. She had never been beautiful and was quite reconciled to the fact; so much so that it no longer mattered. Certainly, it would not matter to a being from Hawkin"s Planet. What did bother her was this matter of being a hostess under the very queer circ.u.mstances of having to be tactful to an extraterrestrial crea- ture and, at the same time, to her husband as well. She wondered which would prove the more difficult.