"Where is this?"
"D-4-19.".
Lesbee punched the b.u.t.tons that gave them a TV view of that particular ship location. Almost immediately he spotted a shimmer near the floor.
After a moment"s survey he ordered a heavy-duty mobile blaster brought to the corridor. By the time its colossal energies ceased, Dzing was only a darkened area on the flat surface.
While these events were progressing, Lesbee had kept one eye on Browne and Mindel"s blaster firmly gripped in his left hand. Now he said, "Well, sir, you certainly did what you promised. Wait a moment while I put this gun away, and then I"ll carry out my part of the bargain."
He started to do so, then, out of pity, paused.
He had been thinking in the back of his mind about what Browne had said earlier: that the trip to Earth might only take a few months. The officer had backed away from that statement, but it had been bothering Lesbee ever since.
If it were true, then it was indeed a fact that n.o.body need die!
He said quickly, "What was your reason for saying that the journey home would only take-well-less than a year?"
"It"s the tremendous time compression," Browne explained eagerly. The distance as you pointed out is over 12 light-years. But with a time ratio of 3, 4 or 500 to one, we"ll make it in less than a month. When I first started to say that, I could see that the figures were incomprehensible to you in your tense mood. In fact, I could scarcely believe them myself."
Lesbee said, staggered, "We can get back to Earth in a couple of weeks-my G.o.d!" He broke off, said urgently, "Look, I accept you as commander. We don"t need an election. The status quo is good enough for any short period of time. Do you agree?"
"Of course," said Browne. "That"s the point I"ve been trying to make."
As he spoke, his face was utterly guileless.
Lesbee gazed at that mask of innocence, and he thought hopelessly: "What"s wrong? Why isn"t he really agreeing? Is it because he doesn"t want to lose his command so quickly?"
Sitting there, unhappily fighting for the other"s life, he tried to place himself mentally in the position of the com-mander of a vessel, tried to look at the prospect of a return to view. It was hard to picture such a reality. But presently it seemed to him that he understood.
He said gently, feeling his way, "It would be kind of a shame to return without having made a successful landing anywhere. With this new speed, we could visit a dozen sun systems, and still get home in a year."
The look that came into Browne"s face for a fleeting moment told Lesbee that he had penetrated to the thought in the man"s mind.
The next instant, Browne was shaking his head vigorously. This is no time for side excursions," he said.
"We"ll leave explorations of new star systems to future expeditions. The people of this ship have served their term. We go straight home."
Browne"s face was now completely relaxed. His blue eyes shone with truth and sincerity.
There was nothing further that Lesbee could say. The gulf between Browne and himself could not be bridged.
The commander had to kill his rival, so that he might finally return to Earth and report that the mission of theHope of Man was accomplished.
8.
In the most deliberate fashion Lesbee shoved the blaster into the inner pocket of his coat. Then, as if he were being careful, he used the tractor beam to push Browne about four feet away. There he set him down, released him from the beam, and-with the same deliberateness-drew his hand away from the tractor controls. Thus he made himself completely defenseless.
It was the moment of vulnerability.
Browne leaped at him, yelling: "Miller-pre-empt!"
First Officer Miller obeyed the command of his captain.
What happened then, only Lesbee, the technician with a thousand bits of detailed knowledge, expected.
For years it had been observed that when Control Room Below took over from Bridge, the ship speeded up slightly, and when Bridge took over from Control Room Below, the ship slowed instantly by the same amount-in each instance, something less then half a mile an hour.
The two boards were not completely synchronized. The technicians often joked about it, and Lesbee had once read an obscure technical explanation for the discrepancy. It had to do with the impossibility of ever getting two metals refined to the same precision of internal structure.
It was the age-old story of no two objects in the universe are alike. But in times past, the differential had meant nothing. It was a technical curiosity, an interesting phenom-enon of the science of metallurgy, a practical problem that caused machinists to curse good-naturedly when technicians like Lesbee required them to makea replacement part.
Unfortunately for Browne, the ship was now traveling near the speed of light.
His strong hands, reaching towards Lesbee"s slighter body, were actually touching the latter"s arm when the momentary deceleration occurred as Bridge took over. The sudden slow-down was at a much faster rate than even Lesbee expected. The resistance of s.p.a.ce to the forward movement of the ship must be using up more engine power than he had realized; it was taking a lot of thrust to maintain a one gravity acceleration.
The great vessel slowed about 150 miles per hour in the s.p.a.ce of a second.
Lesbee took the blow of that deceleration partly against his back, partly against one side-for he had half-turned to defend himself from the bigger man"s attack.
Browne, who had nothing to grab on to, was flung for-ward at the full 150 miles per hour. He struck the control board with an audible thud, stuck to it as if he were glued there; and then, when the adjustment was over-when theHope of Man was again speeding along at one gravity-his body slid down the face of the board, and crumpled into a twisted position on the rubberized dais.
His uniform was discolored. As Lesbee watched, blood seeped through and dripped to the floor.
"Are you going to hold an election?" Tellier asked.
The big ship had turned back under Lesbee"s command, and had picked up his friends. The lifeboat itself, with the remaining Karn still aboard, was put into an orbit aroundAltaIII and abandoned.
The two young men were sitting now in the Captain"s cabin.
After the question was asked, Lesbee leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes. He didn"t need to examine his total resistance to the suggestion. He had already savored the feeling that command brought.
Almost from the moment of Browne"s death, he had observed himself having the same thoughts that Browne had voiced-among many others, the reasons why elections were not advisable aboard a s.p.a.ceship. He waited now while Eleesa, one of his three wives-she being the younger of the two young widows of Browne-poured wine for them, and went softly out. Then he laughed grimly.
"My good friend," he said, "we"re all lucky that time is so compressed at the speed of light. At 500-times compression, any further exploration we do will require only a few months, or years at most.
And so I don"t think we can afford to take the chance of defeating at an election the only person who understands the details of the new acceleration method. Until I decide exactly how much exploration we shall do, I shall keep our speed capabilities a secret. But I did, and do, think one other person should know where I have this information doc.u.mented. Naturally, I selected First Officer Tellier."
"Thank you, sir," the youth said. But he was visibly thoughtful as he sipped his wine. He went on finally, "Captain, I think you"d feel a lot better if you held an election. I"m sure you could win it."
Lesbee laughed tolerantly, shook his head. "I"m afraid you don"t understand the dynamics of government," he said. "There"s no record in history of a person who actually had control, handing it over."
He finished with the casual confidence of absolute power. "I"m not going to be presumptuous enough to fight a precedent like that!"
SILKIES IN s.p.a.cE.
1.
NAT CEMP,walking along the street, pa.s.sed the man-and stopped.
Something about the other triggered a signal in that portion of his nervous system which, even in his human state, retained a portion of his Silkie ability. He couldn"t remember, hard as he tried, ever having felt that particular signal before.
Cemp turned in the street and looked back. The stranger had paused at the near corner. Then, as the light became green, he walked briskly toward the far sidewalk. He was about Cemp"s height of slightly over six feet and seemed about the same build-about a hundred and ninety pounds.
His hair was dark brown, like Cemp"s, and he wore a dark gray suit, as did Cemp. Now that they were several hundred feet apart, the initial impression he had had of somebody familiar was not so clear.
Yet after only a slight hesitation, Cemp rapidly walked after the man, presently came up to him, and said courte-ously, "May I speak to you?"
The man stopped. At close range, the resemblance be-tween them was truly remarkable, suggesting consanguinity. Blue-gray eyes, straight nose, firm mouth, strong neck, shape of ears, and the very way they held themselves were similar.
Cemp said, "I wonder if you are aware that you and I are practically twins."
The man"s face twisted slightly. His lips curled into a faint sneer, and his eyes gazed scornfully at Cemp.
He said in an exact replica of Cemp"s baritone voice, "It was my intent that you notice. If you hadn"t this first time, then I would have approached you again. My name is U-Brem."
Cemp was silent, startled. He was surprised at the hostility in the stranger"s tone and manner. Contempt, he a.n.a.lyzed wonderingly.
Had the man been merely a human being who had some-how recognized a Silkie in human form, Cemp would have considered it one of those occasional incidents. Known Silkies were sometimes sought out by humans and insulted. Usually the human who committed such a foolish act could be evaded or good-naturedly parried or won over. But once in a while a Silkie had to fight. However, the man"s resembl-ance to Cemp indicated that this encounter was different.
As he had these thoughts, the stranger"s cynical gray-blue eyes were gazing into Cemp"s. The man"s lips parted in a derisive smile, showing even white teeth. "At approximately this moment," he said, "every Silkie in the solar system is receiving a communication from his alter ego."
He paused; again the insolent smile. "I can see that has alerted you, and you"re bracing yourself ..."
It was true. Cemp had abruptly decided that whether the other"s statement was true or not, he could not let him get away.
The man continued, "... bracing yourself to try to seize me. It can"t be done, for I match you in every way."
"You"re a Silkie?" Cemp asked.
"I"m a Silkie."
By all the logic of Silkie history, that had to be a false claim. And yet there was the unmistakable, sensational resemblance to himself.
But Cemp did not change his mind. Even if this was a Silkie, Cemp had a superiority over all other Silkies. In his struggle with the Kibmadine the year before, he had learned things about body control that were known to no other Silkie, since it had been decided by the Silkie Authority that he must not communicate to other Silkies the newly gained abilities. And he hadn"t.
That extra knowledge would now be to his advantage-if the other was indeed a Silkie.
"Ready for the message?" asked the man insolently.
Cemp, who was ready for the battle of his life, nodded curtly.
"It"s anultimatum."
"I"m waiting," said Cemp.
"You are to cease and desist from your a.s.sociation with human beings. You are commanded to return to the nation of Silkies. You have a week to make up your mind. After that date you will be considered a traitor and will be treated as traitors have always been treated, without mercy."
Since there was no "nation" of Silkies and never had been, Cemp, after considering the unexpected "ultimatum" for a moment, made his attack.
He still didn"t quite believe that his "twin" was a Silkie. So he launched a minimum electric charge on one of the magnetic bands that he could use as a human-enough to render unconsciousness but not damage.
To his dismay, a Silkie magnetic screen as powerful as anything he could muster warded off the energy blow. So the man was a Silkie.
The stranger stared at him, teeth showing, eyes glinting with sudden rage. "I"ll remember this!" he snarled. "You"d have hurt me if I hadn"t had a defense."
Cemp hesitated, questioning his own purpose. It didn"t have to be capture. "Look," he urged, "why don"t you come with me to the Silkie Authority? If there is a Silkie nation, normal communication is the best way of proving it."
The strange Silkie began to back away. "I"ve done my duty," he muttered. "I"m not accustomed to fighting. You tried to kill me."
He seemed to be in a state of shock. His eyes had changed again, and they looked dazed now. All the man"s initial c.o.c.ksureness was gone as he continued backing away.
Cemp followed, uncertain. He was himself a highly trained fighter; it was hard to grasp that here might be a Silkie who was actually not versed in battle.
He soothed, "We don"t have to fight. But you can"t expect to deliver an ultimatum and then go off into nowhere, as if you"ve done your part. You say your name is U-Brem. Where do you come from?"
He was aware, as he spoke, that people had stopped in the street and were watching the strange drama of two men, one retreating, the other pursuing, a slow step at a time.
"First, if there"s a Silkie nation, where has it-where have you-been biding all these years?" Cemp persisted.
"d.a.m.n you, stop badgering me. You"ve got your ulti-matum. You"ve got a week to think about it. Now leave me alone!"
The alter ego had clearly not considered what he would do after delivering his message. His unpreparedness made the whole incident even more fantastic. But he was showing anger again, recovering his nerve.
An electric discharge, in the jagged form of lightning, rode a magnetic beam of U-Brem"s creation and struck at Cemp, crackling against the magnetic screen he kept ready to be triggered into instant existence.
The lightning bolt bounced away from Cemp, caromed off a building, flashed across the sidewalk past several startled people, and grounded itself on the metal grill of a street drain.
"Two can play that game," said U-Brem in a savage tone.
Cemp made no reply. The other"s electric beam had been maximum for a Silkie in human form-death-level potency. Somewhere nearby, a woman screamed. The street was clearing. People were running away, seeking shelter.