Tangle Hold.
by F. L. Wallace.
[Sidenote: Jadiver objected to being the greatest influence for good on Venus ... because what was good for Venus was bad for Jadiver!]
Somebody was wrapping him in a sheet of ice and spice. Somebody was pulling it tight so that his toes ached and his fingers tingled. He still had fingers, and eyes too. He opened his eyes and they turned in opposite directions and couldn"t focus on what they saw. He made an effort, but couldn"t keep it up and had to let his eyes flutter shut again.
"Rest. You"re all right." That"s where he got the idea of ice and spice--from that voice.
"Mmmm," said Jadiver. He tried to raise his hand, but it wouldn"t move.
It was good advice--to rest; he couldn"t do otherwise. "What happened?"
he whispered.
"You had an accident. Remember?"
He didn"t. It was his mind playing tricks, of course. It couldn"t have been pleasant if his memory didn"t have access to it.
"Mmmm," he evaded.
"Go to sleep. We"ll talk later."
He thought he felt something shoved deep in his flesh, but he may have been wrong. In any event, the light that filtered through his closed eyelids faded away and the external world, of which there wasn"t much in the first place, vanished completely.
Later, he awakened. How much later, he didn"t know, but it may have been days. The oppressive languor had left him and he felt capable of movement. To prove it to himself, he turned his head. He was alone, and he thought he recognized where he was. He didn"t like it.
There was an odor in the room, but this time it was the kind that lingers in all hospitals. He tried to sit up, but that was more than he could manage. He lay there a long time, looking through the heavily reinforced window; then someone came in.
"You"ll live," said the voice behind him--the same voice.
"Think so?" He hadn"t intended to turn around, but the spice was back and he wanted to see. It was only the fragrance she wore--there was none in her voice or demeanor. That was still ice.
When she sat down, he could see that her hair was a shade of copper and the uniform she wore a dark green. She was not a robot and therefore not a nurse or a guard. It was logical to a.s.sume she was a doctor, police variety--definitely the police.
Thadeus Jadiver sighed. "What am I in for?"
"You"re not in for anything. Maybe you should be, but that"s not my business," she said in a flat voice. That was the only thing about her that was flat; the rest curved nicely even under the uniform. "This is an emergency as well as a police hospital. We were close, so we took you in."
That was rea.s.suring. Jadiver tried to smile as he lifted a curiously bandaged arm. "Thanks for this."
"I"ll take only half the credit. That was a combo job."
He was going to have difficulty if she insisted on using technical slang. "What"s a combo job?"
"Just what it sounds like. A combination robot-human surgeon. All hospitals use them. The robot is more precise and delicate, but it lacks the final margin of judgment that"s supplied by the human. Two of us work together in critical cases."
He still couldn"t remember what had happened, but it would come back in time. "I was critical?"
Her mouth was firm and her cheekbones a trifle too broad. Just the same, the total effect was pleasing, would have been more so with a little warmth stirred in. "To give you an idea, you"ll notice that every square inch of your skin is now synthetic." She leaned over and took his hand, which was encased in a light spongy coc.o.o.n. Expertly, she peeled back the end and exposed the tips of his fingers.
Jadiver looked, then turned away. "Cellophane," he said. "A man can be born, live, die, and be shoveled away; begot and beget, completely untouched by human hands."
She looked blank at the mention of cellophane. Probably didn"t know what it was, thought Jadiver. So few people did any more.
"Don"t worry about it," she said. "Your skin"s transparent now, but in a few days it will be normal."
"That"s nice," said Jadiver. "I suppose it would be educational, but I"d just as soon not be an anatomy model of the first layer of the human body."
She stood up and managed to work up a creditable imitation of interest.
"We had to peel off the burned part, and when you were completely raw, we fitted the synthetic skin to your body. Over that we sprayed the bandage. New body cells form with this synthetic substance as the matrix. You"ll gradually return to normal or better. Your new skin may be more resistant to corrosive chemicals and microbe invasions."
"Glad to hear it," said Jadiver. "Superman."
For the first time, she smiled. "Don"t count on it. This stuff is too new for us to know how it reacts in all cases." She turned around at the door. "In a few days I"ll take off the bandages and you can go home.
Meanwhile, you know what to do if you need anything."
Jadiver lay there after she left, thinking. He hadn"t asked what the accident was and she had a.s.sumed he remembered. He ought to, but he didn"t. He frowned and tried to recall the last thing he had been doing.
They had removed his skin and replaced it with a synthetic substance.
Why? Take it from there and work back.
He stirred uneasily. The last he remembered, he"d been in his apartment.
That didn"t help much; he was often there. He shook his head. He was in the apartment, preparing to leave. That meant he must have used the autobath. That was it. The picture came into focus:
He touched the door of the autobath and it swung open. He went inside.
"Shave, ma.s.sage, bath," he ordered.
The mechanism reached out of the wall to enfold him. He leaned back. It gripped him, not comfortably, as usual--but tightly. He squirmed, but when the grip didn"t adjust, he relaxed.
The autobath rumbled familiarly and a jet of water spouted up from the floor. It was icy cold and Jadiver shivered.
"You didn"t listen," he said firmly. "I asked for the bath last."
The autobath paid no attention. The top and side jets turned on. The force was greater than he had ever experienced. It was difficult to breathe. The water got hotter rapidly, and then, seconds later, steam blew out of the nozzles.
Jadiver shouted and tried to struggle free. The autobath did not let go.
Instead, it ground at his muscles with hard inflexible hands. Here and there his skin began parting from his flesh. The autobath kept on kneading him. It was when it reached for his face--Jadiver remembered very clearly--he lost consciousness.
He lay on the bed in the hospital, sweat soaking into the bandages. He could understand why he"d had a memory block--being boiled alive was frightful enough for his mind to repress.
It was not only the accident that was disturbing, but the manner in which it occurred. He knew robot machinery and the principles used in the construction of it. The autobath was one of the best--foolproof, if there was such a mechanism.
Someone had tampered with it--object: _to try to kill him_.