As he pointed out, such a giant life form would not be concerned with the everyday living details of its subjects. It would be satisfied with having a way of invariably getting them to do what it wanted.
"But what does it want?" That came from another man.
"It goes around doing good," said Cemp with a tight smile. "That"s the public image it tried to give me. I have the impression that it"s willing to make over the solar system to our specifications."
At this point Mathews spoke. "Mr. Cemp," he said, "what does all this do to the Silkie situation?"
Cemp said that the Silkies who had defected had clearly acted hastily; "But," he finished, "I should tell you that I find the s.p.a.ce Silkies a very likeable group. In my opinion, they are not the problem. They have the same problem, in another way, that we have."
"Nat," said Charley Baxter, "do you trust this monster?"
Cemp hesitated, remembering the deadly attacks, remembering that only the Kibmadine defense screen and energy-reversal process had saved him. He remembered, too, that the great being had been compelled to reveal its presence to prevent him from forcing E-Lerd to open his mind--which would have informed the s.p.a.ce Silkies of the nature of the Power.
"No!" he said.
Having spoken, he realized that a simple negative was not answer enough. It could not convey the reality of the terrifying danger that was out there in s.p.a.ce.
He said slowly, "I realize that my own motives may be suspect in what I am about to say, but it"s my true opinion. I think all Earth Silkies should be given full knowledge of the Kibmadine attack-and-defense system at once and that they should be a.s.signed to work in teams to keep a constant watch on the Glis, permitting no one to leave the planetoid--except to surrender."
There was a pregnant silence. Then a scientist said in a small voice, "Any chance of logic of levels applying?"
"I don"t see how," said Cemp.
"I don"t either," said the man unhappily.
Cemp addressed the group again. "I believe we should gird ourselves to drive this thing from the solar system. We"re not safe until it"s gone."
As he finished speaking, he sensed an energy tension ... familiar! He had a sensation, then, of cosmic distance and cosmic time--opening. Power unlimited!
It was the same feeling he had had in the second attack, when his senses had been confused.
The fear that came to Cemp in that moment had no parallel in his experience. It was the fear of a man who suddenly has a fleeting glimpse of death and destruction for all his own kind and for his planet.
As he had that awful consciousness, Cemp whirled from where he was standing. He ran headlong toward the great window behind him, shattering it with an arc of lightning as he did so. And with eyes closed against the flying gla.s.s, he plunged out into the empty air seventy stories above the ground.
As he fell, the fabric of s.p.a.ce and time collapsed around him like a house of cards tumbling. Cemp transformed into cla.s.s-C Silkie and became immensely more perceptive. Now he sensed the nature of the colossal energy at work--a gravitational field so intense that it actually closed in upon itself. Encompa.s.sing all things, organic and inorganic, it squeezed with irresistible power. ...
Defensively, Cemp put up, first, his inverter system ... and perceived that that was not the answer.
Instantly, he triggered gravity transformation--an infinitely variable system that converted the encroaching superfield to a harmless energy in relation to himself.
With that, he felt the change slow. It did not stop. He was no longer so involved, so enveloped; yet he was not completely free.
He realized what held him. He was oriented to this ma.s.sive segment of s.p.a.ce-time. To an extent, anything that happened here happened to him. To that extent, he could not get away.
The world grew dim. The sun disappeared.
Cemp saw with a start that he was inside a chamber and realized that his automatic screens had protected him from striking the hard, glittering walls.
And he became aware of three other realities. The chamber was familiar, in that there below him was one of the glowing images of a planet. The image showed the oceans and the continents, and since he was looking down at it, he felt that he was somehow back inside the Silkie planetoid, in one of the "art" rooms.
What was different was that as he looked down at the planetary image, he saw the familiar outlines of the continents and oceans of Earth. And he realized that the feeling of a virtually unlimited force pressing in was a true explanation of what was happening.
The ancient monster that lived at the core of the planetoid had taken Earth, compressed it and everything on it from an 8,000-mile-in-diameter planet into a hundred-foot ball, and added the ball to its fabulous collection.
It was not a jewel-like image of Earth there in the floor--it was Earth itself.
Even as he had the thought, Cemp sensed that the planetoid was increasing its speed.
He thought, We"re leaving the solar system.
In a matter of minutes, as he hovered there, helpless to act, the speed of the planetoid became hundreds, then thousands of miles a second.
After about an hour of continuing acceleration, the velocity of the tiny planetoid, in its ever-widening hyperbolic orbit, was nearly half that of light.
A few hours later, the planetoid was beyond the orbit of Pluto, and it was traveling at near light speed.
And still accelerating ...
11.
Cemp began to brace himself. Anger spilled through him like a torrent down a rocky decline.
"You incredible monster!" he telepathed.
No answer.
Cemp raged on, "You"re the most vicious creature that ever existed. I"m going to see that you get what"s coming to you!"
This time he got a reply. "I"m leaving the solar system forever," said the Glis. "Why don"t you get off before it"s too late? I"ll let you get away."
Cemp had no doubt of that. He was its most dangerous enemy, and his escape and unexpected appearance must have come as a hideous shock to the Glis.
"I"m not leaving," he retorted, "until you undo what you"ve done to Earth."
There was silence.
"Can you and will you?" Cemp demanded.
"No. It"s impossible." The response came reluctantly.
"But you could, if you wanted to, bring Earth back to size."
"No. But I now wish I had not taken your planet," said the Glis unhappily. "It has been my policy to leave alone inhabited worlds that are protected by powerful life forms. I simply could not bring myself to believe that any Silkie was really dangerous to me. I was mistaken."
It was not the kind of repentance that Cemp respected. "Why can"t you ... unsqueeze it?" he persisted.
It seemed that the Glis could create a gravity field, but it could not reverse such a field. It said apologetically, "It would take as much power to undo it as it took to do it. Where is there such power?"
Where, indeed? But still he could not give up. "I"ll teach you what antigravity is like," Cemp offered, "from what I can do in my own energy-control system."
But the Glis pointed out that it had had the opportunity to study such systems in other Silkies. "Don"t think I didn"t try. Evidently antigravity is a late manifestation of matter and energy. And I"m an early form--as you, and only you, know."
Cemp"s hope faded suddenly. Somehow, he had kept believing that there was a possibility. There wasn"t.
The first grief touched him, the first real acceptance of the end of Earth.
The Glis was communicating again. "I can see that you and I now have a serious situation between us. So we must arrive at an agreement. I"ll make you the leader of the Silkie nation. I"ll subtly influence everything and everyone to fit your wishes. Women--as many as you desire. Control--as much as you want. Future actions of the planetoid, you and I shall decide."
Cemp did not even consider the offer. He said grimly, "You and I don"t think alike. I can just imagine trusting you to leave me alone if I ever took the chance of changing to human form." He broke off, then said curtly, "The deal as I see it is a limited truce while I consider what I can do against you and you figure out what you can do to me."
"Since that"s the way you feel," was the harsh reply, "let me make my position clear. If you begin any action against me, I shall first destroy Earth and the Silkie nation and then give you my attention."
Cemp replied in his own steely fashion, "If you ever damage anything I value--and that includes all Silkies and what"s left of Earth--I"ll attack you with everything I"ve got."
The Glis said scornfully, "You have nothing that can touch me--except those defense screens that reverse the attack flow. That way, you can use my own force against me. So I won"t attack. Therefore--permanent stalemate."
Cemp said, "We"ll see."
The Glis said, "You yourself stated that your levels of logic wouldn"t work on me."
"I meant not directly," said Cemp. "There are many indirect approaches to the mind."
"I don"t see how anything like that can work on me," was the reply.
At that moment, Cemp didn"t either.
12.
Through miles of pa.s.sageways, up as well as down and roundabout, Cemp made his way. The journey took him through long chambers filled with furniture and art objects from other planets.
En route he saw strange and wonderful scenes in bas-relief and brilliant color on one wall after another. And always there were the planets themselves, glowingly beautiful, but horrifying too, in his awareness that each one represented a hideous crime.
His destination was the city of the Silkies. He followed the internal pathway to it because he dared not leave the planetoid to take an external route. The Glis had virtually admitted that it had not antic.i.p.ated that he, its most dangerous enemy, would survive. So if he ever left these caves, he would have no further choice, no chance to decide on what the penalty--if any--or the outcome should be and no part at all in the Silkie future. For he would surely never be allowed to return.
Not that there was any purpose in him--his grief was too deep and terrible. He had failed to protect, failed to realize, failed in his duty.
Earth was lost. It was lost quickly, completely, a disaster so great that it could not even be contemplated for more than instants at a time.
At intervals, he mourned Joanne and Charley Baxter and other friends among the Special People and the human race.
By the time he was sunk into these miseries, he had taken up an observation position on top of a tree overlooking the main street of the Silkie city. There he waited, with all his signal systems constantly at peak alert.
While he maintained his tireless vigil, the life of the Silkie community had its being around him. The Silkies continued to live mostly as humans, and this began to seem significant.
Cemp thought, shocked, They"re being kept vulnerable!
In human form, they could all be killed in a single flash of intolerable flame.
He telepathed on the Glis band: "Free them from that compulsion or I"ll tell them the truth about what you are."
An immediate, ferocious answer came: "You say one word, and I shall wipe out the entire nest."
Cemp commanded, "Release them from that compulsion, or we come to our crisis right now."
His statement must have given the Glis pause, for there was a brief silence. Then, "I"ll release half of them. No more. I must retain some hold over you."
Cemp considered that and realized its truth. "But it has to be on an alternating basis. Half are free for twelve hours, then the other half."
The Glis accepted the compromise without further argument. Clearly, it was prepared to recognize the balance of power.
"Where are we heading?" asked Cemp.
"To another star system."
The answer did not satisfy Cemp. Surely the Glis didn"t expect to go on with its malignant game of collecting inhabited planets.
He challenged, "I feel that you have some secret purpose."
"Don"t be ridiculous, and don"t bother me any more."
Stalemate.
As the days and the weeks went by, Cemp tried to keep track of the distance the planetoid was covering and the direction it was going. The speed of the meteorite had reached nearly a light-year per day, Earth time.
Eighty-two of those days pa.s.sed. And then there was the feel of slowing down. The deceleration continued all that day and the next. And for Cemp, there was finally no question--he could not permit this strange craft which was now his home to arrive at a destination about which he knew nothing.
"Stop this ship!" he ordered.
The Glis replied angrily, "You can"t expect to control such minor things as this!"
Since it could be a deadly dangerous scheme, Cemp replied, "Then open yourself to me. Show me everything you know about this system."
"I"ve never been here before."
"All right, then that"s what I"ll see when you open up."