"I"ve never employed personal a.s.sa.s.sins before," Nirzav replied, "but I think you"re right. As soon as I get home, I"ll call a.s.sa.s.sins" Hall and make the necessary arrangements."
"Better do it now," Girzon of Roxor told him, lowering his voice.
"There are over a hundred guests here, and I can"t vouch for all of them. The Statisticalists would be sure to have a spy planted among them. My father was one of their most dangerous opponents, when he was on the Council; they"ve always been afraid he"d come out of retirement and stand for re-election. They"d want to make sure he was really discarnate. And if that"s the case, you can be sure your change of att.i.tude is known to old Mirzark of Bashad by this time. He won"t dare allow you to make a public renunciation of Statisticalism." He turned to the other n.o.bleman. "Prince Jirzyn, why don"t you call the Volitionalist headquarters and have a couple of our a.s.sa.s.sins sent here to escort Lord Nirzav home?"
"I"ll do that immediately," Jirzyn of Starpha said. "It"s as Lord Girzon says; we can be pretty sure there was a spy among the guests, and now that you"ve come over to our way of thinking, we"re responsible for your safety."
He left the room to make the necessary visiphone call. Dallona, accompanied by Dirzed, returned to her place at the table, where she was joined by Hamosh of Hosh and some of the others.
"There"s no question about the results," Hamosh was exulting. "I"ll grant that the boy might have picked up some of that stuff telepathically from the carnate minds present here; even from the mind of Gamon, before he was discarnated. But he could not have picked up enough data, in that way, to make a connected and coherent communication. It takes a sensitive with a powerful mind of his own to practice telesthesia, and that boy"s almost an idiot." He turned to Dallona. "You asked a question, mentally, after Garnon was discarnate, and got an answer that could have been contained only in Gamon"s mind.
I think it"s conclusive proof that the discarnate Gamon was fully conscious and communicating."
"Dirzed also asked a question, mentally, after the discarnation, and got an answer. Dr. Harnosh, we can state positively that the surviving individuality is fully conscious in the discarnate state, is telepathically sensitive, and is capable of telepathic communication with other minds," Dallona agreed. "And in view of our earlier work with memory-recalls, we"re justified in stating positively that the individual is capable of exercising choice in reincarnation vehicles."
"My father had been considering voluntary discarnation for a long time," Girzon of Roxor said. "Ever since the discarnation of my mother. He deferred that step because he was unwilling to deprive the Volitionalist Party of his support. Now it would seem that he has done more to combat Statisticalism by discarnating than he ever did in his carnate existence."
"I don"t know, Girzon," Jirzyn of Starpha said, as he joined the group.
"The Statisticalists will denounce the whole thing as a prearranged fraud.
And if they can discarnate the Lady Dallona before she can record her testimony under truth hypnosis or on a lie detector, we"re no better off than we were before. Dirzed, you have a great responsibility in guarding the Lady Dallona; some extraordinary security precautions will be needed."
In his office, in the First Level city of Dhergabar, Tortha Karf, Chief of Paratime Police, leaned forward in his chair to hold his lighter for his special a.s.sistant, Verkan Vall, then lit his own cigarette. He was a man of middle age--his three hundredth birthday was only a decade or so off-and he had begun to acquire a double chin and a bulge at his waistline. His hair, once black, had turned a uniform iron-gray and was beginning to thin in front.
"What do you know about the Second Level Akor-Neb Sector, Vall?" he inquired. "Ever work in that paratime-area?"
Verkan Vall"s handsome features became even more immobile than usual as he mentally p.r.o.nounced the verbal trigger symbols which should bring hypnotically-acquired knowledge into his conscious mind. Then he shook his head.
"Must be a singularly well-behaved sector, sir," he said. "Or else we"ve been lucky, so far. I never was on an Akor-Neb operation; don"t even have a hypno-mech for that sector. All I know is from general reading "Like all the Second Level, its time-lines descend from the probability of one or more shiploads of colonists having come to Terra from Mars about seventy-five to a hundred thousand years ago, and then having been cut off from the home planet and forced to develop a civilization of their own here. The Akor-Neb civilization is of a fairly high culture-order, even for Second Level. An atomic-power, interplanetary culture gravity-counteraction, direct conversion of nuclear energy to electrical power, that sort of thing. We buy fine synthetic plastics and fabrics from them." He fingered the material of his smartly-cut green police uniform. "I think this cloth is Akor-Neb. We sell a lot of Venusian zerfa-leaf; they smoke it, straight and mixed with tobacco.
They have a single Systemwide government, a single race, and a universal language. They"re a dark-brown race, which evolved in its present form about fifty thousand years ago; the present civilization is about ten thousand years old, developed out of the wreckage of several earlier civilizations which decayed or fell through wars, exhaustion of resources, et cetera. They have legends, maybe historical records, of their extraterrestrial origin " Tortha Karf nodded. "Pretty good, for consciously acquired knowledge," he commented. "Well, our luck"s run out, on that sector; we have troubles there, now. I want you to go iron them out. I know, you"ve been going pretty hard, lately--that nightbound business, on the Fourth Level Europo-American Sector, wasn"t any picnic. But the fact is that a lot of my ordinary and deputy a.s.sistants have a little too much regard for the alleged sanct.i.ty of human life, and this is something that may need some pretty drastic action."
"Some of our people getting out of line?" Verkan Vall asked.
"Well, the data isn"t too complete, but one of our people has run into trouble on that sector, and needs rescuing--a psychic-science researcher, a young lady named Hadron Dalla. I believe you know her, don"t you?" Tortha Karf asked innocently.
"Slightly," Verkan Vall dead-panned. "I enjoyed a brief but rather hectic companionate-marriage with her, about twenty years ago. What sort of a jam"s little Dalla got herself into, now?"
"Well frankly, we don"t know. I hope she"s still alive, but I"m not unduly optimistic. It seems that about a year ago, Dr. Hadron transposed to the Second Level to study alleged proof of reincarnation which the Akor-Neb people were reported to possess. She went to Gindrabar, on Venus, and transposed to the Second Paratime Level, to a station maintained by Outtime Import & Export Trading Corporation--a zerfa plantation just east of the High Ridge country. There she a.s.sumed an ident.i.ty as the daughter of a planter, and took the name of Dallona of Hadron. Parenthetically, all Akor-Neb family-names are prepositional; family-names were originally place names. I believe that ancient Akor-Neb marital relations were too complicated to permit exact establishment of paternity. And all Akor-Neb men"s personal names have -irz- or -arn- inserted in the middle, and women"s names end in -itra- or -ona. You could call yourself Virzal of Verkan, for instance.
"Anyhow, she made the Second Level Venus-Terra trip on a regular pa.s.senger liner, and landed at the Akor-Neb city of Ghamma, on the upper Nile. There she established contact with the Outtime Trading Corporation representative, Zortan Brend, locally known as Bramend of Zorda. He couldn"t call himself Brarnend of Zortan--in the Akor-Neb language, zortan is a particularly nasty dirty-word. Hadron Dalla spent a few weeks at his residence, briefing herself on local conditions. Then she went to the capital city, Darsh, in eastern Europe, and enrolled as a student at something called the Independent Inst.i.tute for Reincarnation Research, having secured a letter of introduction to its director, a Dr. Harnosh of Hosh.
"Almost at once, she began sending in reports to her home organization the Rhogom Memorial Foundation of Psychic Science, here at Dhergabar, through Zortan Brend. The people there were wildly enthusiastic. I don"t have more than the average intelligent--I hope--layman"s knowledge of psychics, but Dr. Volzar Darv, the director of Rhogom Foundation, tells me that even in the present incomplete form, her reports have opened whole new horizons in the science. It seems that these Akor-Neb people have actually demonstrated, as a scientific fact, that the human individuality reincarnates after physical death--that your personality, and mine, have existed, as such, for ages, and will exist for ages to come. More, they have means of recovering, from almost anybody, memories of past reincarnations.
"Well, after about a month, the people at this Reincarnation Inst.i.tute realized that this Dallona of Hadron wasn"t any ordinary student. She probably had trouble keeping down to the local level of psychic knowledge.
So, as soon as she"d learned their techniques, she was allowed to undertake experimental work of her own. I imagine she let herself out on that; as soon as she"d mastered the standard Akor-Neb methods of recovering memories of past reincarnations, she began refining and developing them more than the local yokels had been able to do in the past thousand years. I can"t tell you just what she did, because I don"t know the subject, but she must have lit things up properly. She got quite a lot of local publicity; not only scientific journals, but general newscasts.
"Then, four days ago, she disappeared, and her disappearance seems to have been coincident with an unsuccessful attempt on her life. We don"t know as much about this as we should, all we have is Zortan Brend"s account.
"It seems that on the evening of her disappearance, she had been attending the voluntary discarnation feast--suicide party--of a prominent n.o.bleman named Garnon of Roxor. Evidently when the Akor-Neb people get tired of their current reincarnation they invite in their friends, throw a big party, and then do themselves in in an atmosphere of general conviviality.
Frequently they take poison or inhale lethal gas; this fellow had his personal trigger man shoot him through the head. Dalla was one of the guests of honor, along with this Harnosh of Hosh. They"d made rather elaborate preparations, and after the shooting they got a detailed and apparently authentic spirit-communication from the late Gamon. The voluntary discarnation was just a routine social event, it seems, but the communication caused quite an uproar, and rated top place on the System-wide newscasts, and started a storm of controversy.
"After the shooting and the communication, Dalla took the officiating gun artist, one Dirzed, into her own service. This Dirzed was spoken of as a generally respected member of something called the Society of a.s.sa.s.sins, and that"ll give you an idea of what things are like on that sector, and why I don"t want to send anybody who might develop trigger-finger cramp at the wrong moment. She and Dirzed left the home of the gentleman who had just had himself discarnated, presumably for Dalla"s apartment, about a hundred miles away. That"s the last that"s been heard of either of them.
"This attempt on Dalla"s life occurred while the pre-mortem revels were still going on. She lived in a six-room apartment, with three servants, on one of the upper floors of a three-thousand-foot tower--Akor-Neb cities are built vertically, with considerable interval between units--and while she was at this feast, a package was delivered at the apartment, ostensibly from the Reincarnation Inst.i.tute and made up to look as though it contained record tapes. One of the servants accepted it from a service employee of the apartments. The next morning, a little before noon, Dr. Harnosh of Hosh called her on the visiphone and got no answer; he then called the apartment manager, who entered the apartment. He found all three of the servants dead, from a lethal-gas bomb which had exploded when one of them had opened this package. However, Hadron Dalla had never returned to the apartment, the night before."
Verkan Vall was sitting motionless, his face expressionless as he ran Tortha Karf"s narrative through the intricate semantic and psychological processes of the First Level mentality. The fact that Hadron Dalla had been a former wife of his had been relegated to one corner of his consciousness and contained there; it was not a fact that would, at the moment, contribute to the problem or to his treatment of it.
"The package was delivered while she was at this suicide party," he considered. "It must, therefore, have been sent by somebody who either did not know she would be out of the apartment, or who did not expect it to function until after her return. On the other hand, if her disappearance was due to hostile action, it was the work of somebody who knew she was at the feast and did not want her to reach her apartment again. This would seem to exclude the sender of the package bomb."
. Tortha Karf nodded. He had reached that conclusion, himself.
"Thus," Verkan Vall continued, "if her disappearance was the work of an enemy, she must have two enemies, each working in ignorance of the other"s plans."
"What do you think she did to provoke such enmity?"
"Well, of course, it just might be that Dalla"s normally complicated love-life had got a little more complicated than usual and short-circuited on her," Verkan Vall said, out of the fullness of personal knowledge, "but I doubt that, at the moment. I would think that this affair has political implications."
"So?" Tortha Karf had not thought of politics as an explanation. He waited for Verkan Vall to elaborate.
"Don"t you see, chief?" the special a.s.sistant asked. "We find a belief in reincarnation on many time-lines, as a religious doctrine, but these people accept it as a scientific fact. Such acceptance would carry much more conviction; it would influence a people"s entire thinking. We see it reflected in their disregard for death--suicide as a social function, this Society of a.s.sa.s.sins, and the like. It would naturally color their political thinking, because politics is nothing but common action to secure more favorable living conditions, and to these people, the term "living conditions" includes not only the present life, but also an indefinite number of future lives as well. I find this t.i.tle, "Independent" Inst.i.tute, suggestive. Independent of what? Possibly of partisan affiliation."
"But wouldn"t these people be grateful to her for her new discoveries, which would enable them to plan their future reincarnations more intelligently?" Tortha Karf asked.
"Oh, chief!" Verkan Vall reproached. "You know better than that! How many times have our people got in trouble on other time-lines because they divulged some useful scientific fact that conflicted with the locally revered nonsense? You show me ten men who cherish some religious doctrine or political ideology, and I"ll show you nine men whose minds are utterly impervious to any factual evidence which contradicts their beliefs! and who regard the producer of such evidence as a criminal who ought to be suppressed. For instance, on the Fourth Level Europo-American Sector, where I was just working, there is a political sect, the Communists, who in the territory under their control, forbid the teaching of certain well-established facts of genetics and heredity, because those facts do not fit the world-picture demanded by their political doctrines. And on the same sector, a religious sect recently tried, in some sections successfully, to outlaw the teaching of evolution by natural selection."
Tortha Karf nodded. "I remember some stories my grandfather told me, about his narrow escapes from an organization called the Holy Inquisition, when he was a paratime trader on the Fourth Level, about four hundred years ago.
I believe that thing"s still operating, on the Europo-American Sector, under the name of the NKVD. So you think Dalla may have proven something that conflicted with local reincarnation theories, and somebody who had a vested interest in maintaining those theories is trying to stop her?"
"You spoke of a controversy over the communication alleged to have originated with this voluntarily discarnated n.o.bleman. That would suggest a difference of opinion on the manner of nature of reincarnation or the discarnate state. This difference may mark the dividing line between the different political parties. Now, to get to this Darsh place, do I have to go to Venus, as Dalla did?"
"No. The Outtime Trading Corporation has transposition facilities at Rawanan, on the Nile, which is spatially co-existent with the city of Ghamma on the Akor-Neb Sector, where Zortan Brend is. You transpose through there, and Zortan Brend will furnish you transportation to Darsh. It"ll take you about two days, here, getting your hypno-mech indoctrinations and having your skin pigmented, and your hair turned black. I"ll notify Zortan Brend at once that you"re coming through.
Is there anything special you"ll want?"
"Why, I"ll want an abstract of the reports Dalla sent back to Rhogom Foundation. It"s likely that there is some clue among them as to whom her discoveries may have antagonized. I"m going to be a Venusian zerfaplanter, a friend of her father"s; I"ll want full hypno-mech indoctrination to enable me to play that part. And I"ll want to familiarize myself with Akor-Neb weapons and combat techniques. I think that will be all, chief."
The last of the tall city-units of Ghamma were sliding out of sight as the ship pa.s.sed over them--shaft-like buildings that rose two or three thousand feet above the ground in clumps of three or four or six, one at each comer of the landing stages set in series between them. Each of these units stood in the middle of a wooded park some five miles square; no unit was much more or less than twenty miles from its nearest neighbor, and the land between was the uniform golden-brown of ripening grain, crisscrossed with the threads of irrigation ca.n.a.ls and dotted here and there with studdy farm-village buildings and tall, stacklike granaries.
There were a few other ships in the air at the fifty-thousand-foot level and below, swarms of small airboats darted back and forth on different levels, depending upon speed and direction. Far ahead, to the northeast, was the shimmer of the Red Sea and the hazy bulk of Asia Minor beyond.
Verkan Vall--the Lord Virzal of Verkan, temporarily--stood at the gla.s.s front of the observation deck, looking down. He was a different Verkan Vall from the man who had talked with Tortha Karf in the latter"s office, two days before. The First Level cosmeticists had worked miracles upon him with their art. His skin was a soft chocolate-brown now; his hair was jet-black, and so were his eyes. And in his subconscious mind, instantly available to consciousness, was a vast body of knowledge about conditions on the Akor-Neb sector, as well as a complete command of the local language, all hypnotically acquired.
He knew that he was looking down upon one of the minor provincial cities of a very respectably advanced civilization. A civilization which built its cities vertically, since it had learned to counteract gravitation. A civilization which still depended upon natural cereals for food, but one which had learned to make the most efficient use of its soil. The network of dams and irrigation ca.n.a.ls which he saw was as good as anything on his own paratime level. The wide dispersal of buildings, he knew, was a heritage of a series of disastrous atomic wars of several thousand years before; the Akor-Neb people had come to love the wide inter-vistas of open country and forest, and had continued to scatter their buildings even after the necessity had pa.s.sed. But the slim, towering buildings could only have been reared by a people who had banished nationalism and, with it, the threat of total war. He contrasted them with the groundhugging dome cities of the Khiftan civilization, only a few thousand parayears distant.
Three men came out of the lounge behind him and joined him. One was, like himself, a disguised paratimer from the First Level--the Outtime Export and Import man, Zortan Brend, here known as Brarnend of Zorda.
The other two were Akor-Neb people, and both wore the black tunics and the winged-bullet badges of the Society of a.s.sa.s.sins. Unlike Verkan Vall and Zortan Brend, who wore shoulder holsters under their short tunics, the a.s.sa.s.sins openly displayed pistols and knives on their belts.
"We heard that you were coming two days ago, Lord Virzal," Zortan Brend said. "We delayed the take-off of this ship, so that you could travel to Darsh as inconspicuously as possible. I also booked a suite for you at the Solar Hotel, at Darsh. And these are your a.s.sa.s.sins--Olirzon, and Mamik."
Verkan Vall hooked fingers and clapped shoulders with them.
"Virzal of Verkan," he identified himself. "I am satisfied to intrust myself to you."
"We"ll do our best for you, Lord Virzal," the older of the pair, Olirzon, said. He hesitated for a moment, then continued: "Understand, Lord Virzal, I only ask for information useful in serving and protecting you. But is this of the Lady Dallona a political matter?"
"Not from our side," Verkan Vall told him. "The Lady Dallona is a scientist, entirely nonpolitical. The Honorable Bramend is a business man; he doesn"t meddle with politics as long as the politicians leave him alone.
And I"m a planter on Venus; I have enough troubles, with the natives, and the weather, and blue-rot in the zerfa plants, and poison roaches, and javelin bugs, without getting into politics. But psychic science is inextricably mixed with politics, and the Lady Dallona"s work had evidently tended to discredit the theory of Statistical Reincarnation."
"Do you often make understatements like that, Lord Virzal?" Olirzon grinned. "In the last six months, she"s knocked Statistical Reincarnation to splinters."
"Well, I"m not a psychic scientist, and as I said, I don"t know much about Terran politics," Verkan Vall replied. "I know that the Statisticalists favor complete socialization and political control of the whole economy, because they want everybody to have the same opportunities in every reincarnation. And the Volitionalists believe that everybody reincarnates as he pleases, and so they favor continuance of the present system of private ownership of wealth and private profit under a system of free compet.i.tion. And that"s about all I do know. Naturally, as a landowner and the holder of a t.i.tle of n.o.bility, I"m a Volitionalist in politics, but the socialization issue isn"t important on Venus. There is still too much unseated land there, and too many personal opportunities, to make socialism attractive to anybody."
"Well, that"s about it," Zortan Brend told him. "I"m not enough of a psychicist to know what the Lady Dallona"s been doing, but she"s knocked the theoretical basis from under Statistical Reincarnation, and that"s the basis, in turn, of Statistical Socialism. I think we"ll find that the Statisticalist Party is responsible for whatever happened to her."
Mamik, the younger of the two a.s.sa.s.sins, hesitated for a moment, then addressed Verkan Vall: "Lord Virzal, I know none of the personalities involved in this matter, and I speak without wishing to give offense, but is it not possible that the Lady Dallona and the a.s.sa.s.sin Dirzed may have gone somewhere together voluntarily? I have met Dirzed, and he has many qualities which women find attractive, and he is by no means indifferent to the opposite s.e.x. You understand, Lord Virzal--"
"I understand all too perfectly, Marnik," Verkan Vall replied, out of the fullness of experience. "The Lady Dallona has had affairs with a number of men, myself among them. But under the circ.u.mstances, I find that explanation unthinkable."
Marnik looked at him in open skepticism. Evidently, in his book, where an attractive man and a beautiful woman were concerned, that explanation was never unthinkable.
"The Lady Dallona is a scientist," Verkan Vall elaborated. "She is not above diverting herself with love affairs, but that"s all they are--a not too important form of diversion. And, if you recall, she had just partic.i.p.ated in a most significant experiment; you can be sure that she had other things on her mind at the time than pleasure jaunts with good-looking a.s.sa.s.sins."
The ship was pa.s.sing around the Caucasus Mountains, with the Caspian Sea in sight ahead, when several of the crew appeared on the observation deck and began preparing the shielding to protect the deck from gunfire. Zortan Brend inquired of the petty officer in charge of the work as to the necessity.
"We"ve been getting reports of trouble at Darsh, sir," the man said.
"Newscast bulletins every couple of minutes; rioting in different parts of the city. Started yesterday afternoon, when a couple of Statisticalist members of the Executive Council resigned and went over to the Volitionalists. Lord Nirzav of Shonna, the only n.o.bleman of any importance in the Statisticalist Party, was one of them; he was shot immediately afterward, while leaving the Council Chambers, along with a couple of a.s.sa.s.sins who were with him. Some people in an airboat sprayed them with a machine rifle as they came out onto the landing stage."
The two a.s.sa.s.sins exclaimed in horrified anger over this.
"That wasn"t the work of members of the Society of a.s.sa.s.sins!" Olirzon declared. "Even after he"d resigned, the Lord Nirzav was still immune till he left the Government Building. There"s too blasted much illegal a.s.sa.s.sination going on!"
"What happened next?" Verkan Vall wanted to know.
"About what you"d expect, sir. The Volitionalists weren"t going to take that quietly. In the past eighteen hours, four prominent Statisticalists were forcibly discarnated, and there was even a fight in Mirzark of Bashad"s house, when Volitionalist a.s.sa.s.sins broke in; three of them and four of Mirzark"s a.s.sa.s.sins were discarned."
"You know, something is going to have to be done about that, too," Olirzon said to Marnik. "It"s getting to a point where these political faction fights are being carried on entirely between members of the Society. In Ghamma alone, last year, thirty or forty of our members were discarnated that way."
"Plug in a newscast visiplate, Kamil," Zortan Brend told the petty officer.
"Let"s see what"s going on in Darsh now."
In Darsh, it seemed, an uneasy peace was being established. Verkan Vall watched heavily-armed airboats and light combat ships patrolling among the high towers of the city. He saw a couple of minor riots being broken up by the blue-uniformed Constabulary, with considerable shooting and a ruthless disregard for who might get shot. It wasn"t exactly the sort of policing that would have been tolerated in the First Level Civil Order Section, but it seemed to suit Akor-Neb conditions. And he listened to a series of angry recriminations and contradictory statements by different politicians, all of whom blamed the disorders on their opponents. The Volitionalists spoke of the Statisticalists as "insane criminals" and "underminers of social stability," and the Statisticalists called the Volitionalists "reactionary criminals" and "enemies of social progress." Politicians, he had observed, differed little in their vocabularies from one time-line to another.
This kept up all the while the ship was pa.s.sing over the Caspian Sea; as they were turning up the Volga valley, one of the ship"s officers came down from the control deck, above.
"We"re coming into Darsh, now," he said, and as Verkan Vall turned from the visiplate to the forward windows, he could see the white and pastel-tinted towers of the city rising above the hardwood forests that covered the whole Volga basin on this sector. "Your luggage has been put into the airboat, Lord Virzal and Honorable a.s.sa.s.sins, and it"s ready for launching whenever you are." The officer glanced at his watch. "We dock at Commercial Center in twenty minutes; we"ll be pa.s.sing the Solar Hotel in ten."
They all rose, and Verkan Vall hooked fingers and clapped shoulders with Zortan Brend.
"Good luck, Lord Virzal," the latter said. "I hope you find the Lady Dallona safe and discarnate. If you need help, I"ll be at Mercantile House for the next day or so; if you get back to Ghamma before I do, you know who to ask for there."
A number of a.s.sa.s.sins loitered in the hallways and offices of the Independent Inst.i.tute of Reincarnation Research when Verkan Vall, accompanied by Marnik, called there that afternoon. Some of them carried submachine-guns or sleep gas projectors, and they were stopping people and questioning them. Marnik needed only to give them a quick gesture and the words, "a.s.sa.s.sins" Truce," and he and his client were allowed to pa.s.s. They entered a lifter tube and floated up to the office of Dr. Harnosh of Hosh, with whom Verkan Vall had made an appointment.
"I"m sorry, Lord Virzal," the director of the Inst.i.tute told him, "but I have no idea what has befallen the Lady Dallona, or even if she is still carnate. I am quite worried; I admired her extremely, both as an individual and as a scientist. I do hope she hasn"t been discarnated that would be a serious blow to science. It is fortunate that she accomplished as much as she did, while she was with us."
"You think she is no longer discarne, then?"
"I"m afraid so. The political effects of her discoveries--" Hamosh of Hosh shrugged sadly. "She was devoted, to a rare degree, to her work.
I am sure that nothing but her discarnation could have taken her away from us, at this time, with so many important experiments still uncompleted."
Marnik nodded to Verkan Vall, as much as to say: "You were right."
"Well, I intend acting upon the a.s.sumption that she is still discarne and in need of help, until I am positive to the contrary," Verkan Vall said.
"And in the latter case, I intend finding out who discarned her and send him to apologize for it in person. People don"t forcibly discarnate my friends with impunity."
"Sound att.i.tude," Dr. Hamosh commented. "There"s certainly no positive evidence that she isn"t still discarne. I"ll gladly give you all the a.s.sistance I can, if you"ll only tell me what you want."
"Well, in the first place," Verkan Vall began, "just what sort of work was she doing?" He already knew the answer to that, from the reports she had sent back to the First Level, but he wanted to hear Dr. Hamosh"s version.
"And what, exactly, are the political effects you mentioned?
Understand, Dr. Hamosh, I am really quite ignorant of any scientific subject unrelated to zerfa culture, and equally so of Terran politics.
Politics, on Venus, is mainly a question of who gets how much graft out of what."
Dr. Harnosh smiled; evidently he had heard about Venusian politics.
"Ah, yes, of course. But you are familiar with the main differences between Statistical and Volitional reincarnation theories?"
"In a general way. The Volitionalists hold that the discarnate individuality is fully conscious, and is capable of something a.n.a.logous to sense-perception, and is also capable of exercising choice in the matter of reincarnation vehicles, and can reincarnate or remain in the discarne state as it chooses. They also believe that discarnate individualities can communicate with one another, and with at least some carnate individualities, by telepathy," he said. "The Statisticalists deny all this; their opinion is that the discarnate individuality is in a more or less somnambulistic state, that it is drawn by a process akin to tropism to the nearest available reincarnation vehicle, and that it must reincarnate in and only in that vehicle. They are labeled Statisticalists because they believe that the process of reincarnation is purely at random, or governed by unknown and uncontrollable causes, and is unpredictable except as to aggregates."
"That"s a fairly good generalized summary," Dr. Hamosh of Hosh grudged, unwilling to give a mere layman too much credit. He dipped a spoon into a tobacco humidor, dusted the tobacco lightly with dried zerfa, and rammed it into his pipe. "You must understand that our modern Statisticalists are the intellectual heirs of those ancient materialistic thinkers who denied the possibility of any discarnate existence, or of any extraphysical mind, or even of extrasensory perception. Since all these things have been demonstrated to be facts, the materialistic dogma has been broadened to include them, but always strictly within the frame of materialism.
"We have proven, for instance, that the human individuality can exist in a discarne state, and that it reincarnates into the body of an infant, shortly after birth. But the Statisticalists cannot accept the idea of discarnate consciousness, since they conceive of consciousness purely as a function of the physical brain. So they postulate an unconscious discarnate personality, or, as you put it, one in a somnambulistic state. They have to concede memory to this discarne personality, since it was by recovery of memories of previous reincarnations that discarne existence and reincarnation were proven to be facts. So they picture the discarnate individuality as a material object, or physical event, of negligible but actual ma.s.s, in which an indefinite number of memories can be stored as electronic charges. And they picture it as being drawn irresistibly to the body of the nearest non-incarnated infant. Curiously enough, the reincarnation vehicle chosen is almost always of the same s.e.x as the vehicle of the previous reincarnation, the exceptions being cases of persons who had a previous history of psychological s.e.x-inversion."
Dr. Harnosh remembered the unlighted pipe in his hand, thrust it into his mouth, and lit it. For a moment, he sat with it jutting out of his black beard, until it was drawing to his satisfaction. "This belief in immediate reincarnation leads the Statisticalists, when they fight duels or perform voluntary discarnation, to do so in the neighborhood of maternity hospitals," he added. "I know, personally, of one reincarnation memoryrecall, in which the subject, a Statisticalist, voluntarily discarnated by lethal-gas inhaler in a private room at one of our local maternity hospitals, and reincarnated twenty years later in the city of Jeddul, three thousand miles away." The square black beard jiggled as the scientist laughed.
"Now, as to the political implications of these contradictory theories: Since the Statisticalists believe that they will reincarnate entirely at random, their aim is to create an utterly cla.s.sless social and economic order, in which, theoretically, each individuality will reincarnate into a condition of equality with everybody else. Their political program, therefore, is one of complete socialization of all means of production and distribution, abolition of hereditary t.i.tles and inherited wealth--eventually, all private wealth--and total government control of all economic, social and cultural activities. Of course," Dr. Hamosh apologized, "politics isn"t my subject; I wouldn"t presume to judge how that would function in practice."