Hilton gulped twice before he could speak. "You wouldn"t be holding anything else back, would you?"
"Nothing important, sir. Everything else is minor, and probably known to you."
"I doubt it. How long will the job take, and how much notice will you need?"
"Two days, sir. No notice. Everything is ready."
Hilton, face somber, thought for minutes. "The more I think of it the less I like it. But it seems to be a forced put ... and Temple will blow sky high ... and _have_ I got the guts to go it alone, even if she"d let me...." He shrugged himself out of the black mood. "I"ll look her up and let you know, Larry."
He looked her up and told her everything. Told her bluntly; starkly; drawing the full picture in jet black, with very little white.
"There it is, sweetheart. The works," he concluded. "We are not going to have ten years; we may not have ten months. So--if such a brain as that can be had, do we or do we not have to have it? I"m putting it squarely up to you."
Temple"s face, which had been getting paler and paler, was now as nearly colorless as it could become; the sickly yellow of her skin"s light tan unbacked by any flush of red blood.
Her whole body was tense and strained.
"There"s a horrible snapper on that question.... Can"t _I_ do it? Or _anybody_ else except you?"
"No. Anyway, whose job is it, sweetheart?"
"I know, but ... but I know just how close Tuly came to killing you. And that wasn"t _anything_ compared to such a radical transformation as this. I"m afraid it"ll kill you, darling. And I just simply couldn"t _stand_ it!"
She threw herself into his arms, and he comforted her in the ages-old fashion of man with maid.
"Steady, hon," he said, as soon as he could lift her tear-streaked face from his shoulder. "I"ll live through it. I thought you were getting the howling howpers about having to live for six thousand years and never getting back to Terra except for a Q strictly T visit now and then."
She pulled away from him, flung back her wheaten mop and glared. "So _that"s_ what you thought! What do I care how long I live, or how, or where, as long as it"s with you? But what makes you think we can possibly live through such a horrible conversion as that?"
"Larry wouldn"t do it if there was any question whatever. He didn"t say it would be painless. But he did say I"d live."
"Well, he knows, I guess ... I hope." Temple"s natural fine color began to come back. "But it"s understood that just the second you come out of the vat, I go right in."
"I hadn"t ought to let you, of course. But I don"t think I could take it alone."
That statement required a special type of conference, which consumed some little time. Eventually, however, Temple answered it in words.
"Of course you couldn"t, sweetheart, and I wouldn"t let you, even if you could."
There were a few things that had to be done before those two secret conversions could be made. There was the matter of the wedding, which was now to be in quadruplicate. Arrangements had to be made so that eight Big Wheels of the Project could all be away on honeymoon at once.
All these things were done.
Of the conversion operations themselves, nothing more need be said. The honeymooners, having left ship and town on a Friday afternoon, came back one week from the following Monday[1] morning. The eight met joyously in Bachelors" Hall; the girls kissing each other and the men indiscriminately and enthusiastically; the men cooperating zestfully.
[1] While it took some time to recompute the exact Ardrian calendar, Terran day names and Terran weeks were used from the first. The Omans manufactured watches, clocks, and chronometers which divided the Ardrian day into twenty-four Ardrian hours, with minutes and seconds as usual.
Temple scarcely blushed at all, she was so engrossed in trying to find out whether or not anyone was noticing any change. No one seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary. So, finally, she asked.
"Don"t _any_ of you, really, see anything different?"
The six others all howled at that, and Sandra, between giggles and snorts, said: "No, precious, it doesn"t show a bit. Did you really think it would?"
Temple blushed furiously and Hilton came instantly to his bride"s rescue. "Chip-chop the comedy, gang. She and I aren"t human any more.
We"re a good jump toward being Omans. I couldn"t make her believe it doesn"t show."
That stopped the levity, cold, but none of the six could really believe it. However, after Hilton had coiled a twenty-penny spike into a perfect helix between his fingers, and especially after he and Temple had each chewed up and swallowed a piece of uranexite, there were no grounds left for doubt.
"That settles it ... it _tears_ it," Karns said then. "Start all over again, Jarve. We"ll listen, this time."
Hilton told the long story again, and added: "I had to re-work a couple of cells of Temple"s brain, but now she can read and understand the records as well as I can. So I thought I"d take her place on Team One and let her boss the job on all the other teams. Okay?"
"So you don"t want to let the rest of us in on it." Karns"s level stare was a far cry from the way he had looked at his chief a moment before.
"If there"s any one thing in the universe I never had _you_ figured for, it"s a dog in the manger."
"Huh? You mean you actually _want_ to be a ... a ... h.e.l.l, we don"t even know _what_ we are!"
"I do want it, Jarvis. We all do." This was, of all people, Teddy! "No one in all history has had more than about fifty years of really productive thinking. And just the idea of having enough time ..."
"Hold it, Teddy. Use your brain. The Masters couldn"t take it--they committed suicide. How do you figure we can do any better?"
"Because we"ll _use_ our brains!" she snapped. "They didn"t. The Omans will serve us; and that"s _all_ they"ll do."
"And do you think you"ll be able to raise your children and grandchildren and so on to do the same? To have guts enough to resist the pull of such an unG.o.dly habit-forming drug as this Oman service is?"
"I"m sure of it." She nodded positively. "And we"ll run all applicants through a fine enough screen to--that is, if we ever consider anybody except our own BuSci people. And there"s another reason." She grinned, got up, wriggled out of her coverall, and posed in bra and panties.
"Look. I can keep most of this for five years. Quite a lot of it for ten. Then comes the struggle. What do _you_ think I"d do for the ability, whenever it begins to get wrinkly or flabby, to peel the whole thing off and put on a brand-spanking-new smooth one? You name it, I"ll do it! Besides, Bill and I will _both_ just simply and cold-bloodedly murder you if you try to keep us out."
"Okay." Hilton looked at Temple; she looked at him; both looked at all the others. There was no revulsion at all. Nothing but eagerness.
Temple took over.
"I"m surprised. We"re both surprised. You see, Jarve didn"t want to do it at all, but he had to. I not only didn"t want to, I was scared green and yellow at just the idea of it. But I had to, too, of course. We didn"t think anybody would really want to. We thought we"d be left here alone. We still will be, I think, when you"ve thought it clear through, Teddy. You just haven"t realized yet that we aren"t even human any more.
We"re simply nothing but _monsters_!" Temple"s voice became a wail.
"I"ve said my piece," Teddy said. "You tell "em, Bill."
"Let me say something first," Kincaid said. "Temple, I"m ashamed of you.
This line isn"t at all your usual straight thinking. What you actually are is _h.o.m.o superior_. Bill?"
"I can add one bit to that. I don"t wonder that you were scared silly, Temple. Utterly new concept and you went into it stone cold. But now we see the finished product and we like it. In fact, we drool."