Besides, as he had told Smith, love would find a way. He was not the one who had fallen in love. Not at first. Now, he felt as if he were in love, but many men, and women, feel that way during this time.
Smith and four others broke into the apartment just in time to rescue Lane. He was lying on the floor and was as naked and red as a newborn baby. Smith yelled at him, but he seemed to be deaf. It was evident that he was galloping with all possible speed in a race between a third-degree burn and an o.r.g.a.s.m. He obviously had a partner, but Smith could neither see nor hear her.
The o.r.g.a.s.m might have won if Smith had not thrown a big pan of cold water on Lane.
Two days afterward, Lane"s doctor permitted Smith to enter the hospital room to see his much-bandaged and somewhat-sedated patient. Smith handed him a newspaper turned to page two. Lane read the article, which was short and all about EVE. EVE -- Ever Vigilant Eye -- had been a stationary-orbit surveillance satellite which had been sent up over the East Coast two years ago. EVE had exploded for unknown reasons, and the accident was being investigated.
"That"s all the public was told," Smith said. "I finally got through to Brackwell and the other bigwigs connected with EVE. But either they were under orders to tell me as little as possible or else they don"t have all the facts themselves. In any event, it"s more than just a coincidence that she -- EVE, I mean -- blew up just as we were taking you to the hospital."
Lane said, "I"ll answer some of your questions before you ask them. One, you couldn"t see the holograph because she must"ve turned it off just before you got in. I don"t know whether it was because she heard you coming or because she knew, somehow, that any more contact would kill me. Or maybe her alarms told her that she had better stop for her own good. But it would seem that she didn"t stop or else did try to stop but was too late.
"I had a visitor who told me just enough about EVE so I wouldn"t let my curiosity carry me into dangerous areas after I got out of here. And it won"t. But I can tell you a few things and know it won"t get any further.
"I"d figured out that Brackwell was the master designer of the bioelectronics circuit of a spy satellite. I didn"t know that the satellite was called EVE or that she had the capability to beam in on ninety thousand individuals simultaneously. Or that the beams enabled her to follow each visually and tap in on their speech vibrations. Or that she could activate phone circuits with a highly variable electromagnetic field projected via the beam.
"My visitor said that I was not, for an instant, to suppose that EVE had somehow attained self-consciousness. That would be impossible. But I wonder.
"I also wonder if a female designer-engineer-scientist could, unconsciously, of course, design female circuits? Is there some psychic influence that goes along with the physical construction of computers and a.s.sociated circuits? Can the whole be greater than the parts? Is there such a thing as a female gestalt in a machine?""I don"t go for that metaphysical c.r.a.p," Smith said.
"What does Brackwell say?"
"She says that EVE was simply malfunctioning."
"Perhaps man is a malfunctioning ape," Lane said. "But could Sue have built her pa.s.sion for me into EVE? Or given EVE circuits which could evolve emotion?
EVE had self-repairing capabilities, you know, and was part protein. I know it sounds crazy. But who, looking at the first apeman, would have extrapolated Helen of Troy?
"And why did she get hung up on me, one out of the ninety thousand she was watching? I had a dermal supersensitivity to the spy beam. Did this reaction somehow convey to EVE a feeling, or a sense, that we were in rapport? And did she then become jealous? It"s obvious that she modulated the beams she"d locked on Leona and Rhoda so that they saw green where the light was really red and did not see oncoming cars at all.
"And she worked her modulated tricks on Daniels and that poor jet pilot, too."
"What about that holograph of Dr. Brackwell?"
"EVE must"ve been spying on Sue, also, on her own creator, you might say.
Or -- and I don"t want you to look into this, because it won"t do any good now -- Sue may have set all this up in the machinery, unknown to her colleagues. I don"t mean that she put in extra circuits. She couldn"t get away with that; they"d be detected immediately, and she"d have to explain them. But she could have put in circuits which had two purposes, the second of which was unknown to her colleagues. I don"t know.
"But I do know that it was actually Sue Brackwell who called me that last time and not EVE. And I think that it was this call that put into EVE"s mind, if a machine can have a mind in the human sense, to project the much-glamorized holograph of Sue. Unless, of course, my other theory is correct, and Sue herself was responsible for that."
Smith groaned and then said, "They"ll never believe me if I put all this in a report. For one thing, will they believe that it was only free a.s.sociation that enabled you to get eye in the sky from "The egg and I" and "Sky-blue waters"? I doubt it. They"ll think you had knowledge you shouldn"t have had and you"re concealing it with that incredible story. I wouldn"t want to be in your shoes. But then, I don"t want to be in my shoes.
"But why did EVE blow up? Lackalas says that she could be exploded if a destruct b.u.t.ton at control center was pressed. The b.u.t.ton, however, was not pressed."
"You dragged me away just in time to save my life. But EVE must have melted some circuits. She died of frustration -- in a way, that is."
"What?"
"She was putting out an enormous amount of energy for such a tight beam.
She must have overloaded."
Smith guffawed and said, "She was getting a charge out of it, too? Come on!"
Lane said, "Do you have any other explanation?"
The Alley Man
This seems to have called forth either cries of "Bravo!" or "Abomination of abominations!"
Philip Kla.s.s (William Tenn) admired it and said that if it had been sent to Playboy (where he was an editor at the time), it probably would have sold there. If I remember correctly, it came in second to Reyes"s "Flowers for Algernon" (both appeared in The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction) in the 1960 Hugo contest. Afterward, I heard from about a dozen people that they would have voted for it, but didn"t bother to vote at all, because they a.s.sumed it would win.
I have no doubt, however, that the better story won. If Keyes is Cellini, I"m Gutzon Borglum.
In any event, there must have been some who had the same reaction as Jim Harmon, well- known nostalgic, and Avram Davidson, a highly erudite fantasist and a philanthropist, who thought that "The Alley Man" was a stench in the nostrils of Heaven.
Read it and decide.
An independent New York producer began making it into a movie but he ran out of money.
Another producer wanted to pick up an option on it, but he called me a week after I"d made the deal with the first party. So much for square eggs.
Now that the use of four-letter words and explicit description of s.e.xual intercourse are permitted in books, I could have dropped the original euphemisms, such as "shirt" and "figuring," from the text. But I don"t see that subst.i.tuting real-life language adds anything. In fact, the original terms give Old Man"s speech an extra paleolithic patina.
"The man from the puzzle factory was here this morning," said Gummy.
"While you was out fishin."
She dropped the piece of wiremesh she was trying to tie with string over a hole in the rusty window screen. Cursing, grunting like a hog in a wallow, she leaned over and picked it up. Straightening, she slapped viciously at her bare shoulder.
"Figurin skeeters! Must be a million outside, all try in to get away from the burnin garbage."
"Puzzle factory?" said Deena. She turned away from the battered kerosene- burning stove over which she was frying sliced potatoes and perch and bullheads caught in the Illinois River, half a mile away.
"Yeah!" snarled Gummy. "You heard Old Man say it. Nuthouse. b.o.o.by hatch.
So. . . this cat from the puzzle factory was named John Elkins. He gave Old Man all those tests when they had him locked up last year. He"s the skinny little guy with a moustache "n never lookin you in the eye "n grinnin like a skunk eatin a shirt. The cat who took Old Man"s hat away from him "n woun"t give it back to him until Old man promised to be good. Remember now?"
Deena, tall, skinny, clad only in a white terrycloth bathrobe, looked like a surprised and severed head stuck on a pike. The great purple birthmark on her cheek and neck stood out hideously against her paling skin.
"Are they going to send him back to the State hospital?" she asked.
Gummy, looking at herself in the cracked full-length mirror nailed to the wall, laughed and showed her two teeth. Her frizzy hair was a yellow brown, chopped short. Her little blue eyes were set far back in tunnels beneath two protruding ridges of bone; her nose was very long, enormously wide, and tipped with a broken-veined bulb. Her chin was not there, and her head bent forward in a permanent crook. She was dressed only in a dirty once-white slip that came to her swollen knees. When she laughed, her huge b.r.e.a.s.t.s, resting on her distended belly, quivered like bowls of fermented cream. From her expression, it was evident that she was not displeased with what she saw in the broken gla.s.s.
Again she laughed. "Naw, they din"t come to haul him away. Elkins just wanted to interduce this chick he had with him. A cute little brunette with big brown eyes behint real thick gla.s.ses. She looked just like a collidge girl, "n she was. This chick has got a B.M. or somethin in s.e.xology --"
"Psychology?"
"Maybe it was societyology --"
"Sociology?"
"Umm. Maybe. Anyway, this foureyed chick is doin a study for a foundation.
She wants to ride aroun with Old Man, see how he collects his junk, what alleys he goes up "n down, what his, uh, habit patterns is, "n learn what kinda bringin up he had.
"Old Man"d never do it!" burst out Deena. "You know he can"t stand the idea of being watched by a False Folker!"
"Umm. Maybe. Anyway, I tell em Old Man"s not goin to like their slummin on him, "n they say quick they"re not slummin, it"s for science. "N they"ll pay him for his trouble. They got a grant from the foundation. So I say maybe that"d make Old Man take another look at the color of the beer, "n they left the house. . ."
"You allowed them in the house? Did you hide the birdcage?"
"Why hide it? His hat wasn"t in it."
Deena turned back to frying her fish, but over her shoulder she said, "I don"t think Old Man"ll agree to the idea, do you? It"s rather degrading."
"You kiddin? Who"s lower"n Old Man? A snake"s belly, maybe. Sure, he"ll agree. He"ll have an eye for the foureyed chick, sure."
"Don"t be absurd," said Deena. "He"s a dirty stinking one-armed middle-aged man, the ugliest man in the world."
"Yeah, it"s the uglies he"s got, for sure. "N he smells like a goat that fell in a outhouse. But it"s the smell that gets em. It got me, it got you, it got a whole stewpotful a others, includin that high society dame he used to collect junk off of. . ."
"Shut up!" spat Deena. "This girl must be a highly refined and intelligent girl.
She"d regard Old Man as some sort of ape."
"You know them apes," said Gummy, and she went to the ancient refrigerator and took out a cold quart of beer.
Six quarts of beer later, Old Man had still not come home. The fish had grown cold and greasy, and the big July moon had risen. Deena, like a long lean dirty-white nervous alley cat on top of a backyard fence, patrolled back and forth across the shanty. Gummy sat on the bench made of crates and hunched over her bottle. Finally, she lurched to her feet and turned on the battered set. But, hearing a rattling and pounding of a loose motor in the distance, she turned it off.
The banging and popping became a roar just outside the door. Abruptly, there was a mighty wheeze, like an old rusty robot coughing with double pneumonia in its iron lungs. Then, silence.
But not for long. As the two women stood paralyzed, listening apprehensively, they heard a voice like the rumble of distant thunder.
"Take it easy, kid."
Another voice, soft, drowsy, mumbling.
"Where. . . we?"
The voice like thunder, "Home, sweet home, where we rest our dome."
Violent coughing.
"It"s this smoke from the burnin garbage, kid. Enough to make a maggot puke, ain"t it? Lookit! The smoke"s risin t"ward the full moon like the ghosts a men so rotten even their spirits"re carryin the contamination with em. Hey, li"l chick, you din"t know Old Man knew them big words like contamination, didja? That"s what livin on the city dump does for you. I hear that word all a time from the big shots that come down inspectin the stink here so they kin get away from the stink a City Hall. I ain"t no illiterate. I got a TV set. Hor, hor, hor!"
There was a pause, and the two women knew he was bending his knees and tilting his torso backward so he could look up at the sky.
"Ah, you lovely lovely moon, bride a The Old Guy In The Sky! Some day to come, rum-a-dum-a-dum, one day I swear it, Old Woman a The Old Guy In The Sky, if you help me find the longlost headpiece a King Paley that I and my fathers been lookin for for fifty thousand years, so help me, Old Man Paley"ll spread the freshly spilled blood a a virgin a the False Folkers out acrosst the ground for you, so you kin lay down in it like a red carpet or a new red dress and wrap it aroun you. And then you won"t have to crinkle up your lovely shinin nose at me and spit your silver spit on me. Old Man promises that, just as sure as his good arm is holdin a daughter a one a the Falsers, a virgin, I think, and bringin her to his home, however humble it be, so we shall see --"
"Stoned out a his head," whispered Gummy.
"My G.o.d, he"s bringing a girl in here!" said Deena. "The girl!"
"Not the collidge kid?"
"Does the idiot want to get lynched?"
The man outside bellowed, "Hey, you wimmen, get off your fat a.s.ses and open the door "fore I kick it in! Old Man"s home with a fistful a dollars, a armful a sleepin lamb, and a gutful a beer! Home like a conquerin hero and wants service like one, too!"
Suddenly unfreezing, Deena opened the door.
Out of the darkness and into the light shuffled something so squat and blocky it seemed more a tree mink come to life than a man. It stopped, and the eyes under the huge black homburg hat blinked glazedly. Even the big hat could not hide the peculiar lengthened-out bread-loaf shape of the skull. The forehead was abnormally low; over the eyes were bulging arches of bone. These were tufted with eyebrows like Spanish moss that made even more cavelike the hollows in which the little blue eyes lurked.
Its nose was very long and very wide and flaring-nostriled. The lips were thin but pushed out by the shoving jaws beneath them. Its chin was absent, and head and shoulders joined almost without intervention from a neck, or so it seemed. A corkscrew forest of rusty-red hairs sprouted from its open shirt front.
Over his shoulder, held by a hand wide and k.n.o.bbly as a coral branch, hung the slight figure of a young woman.
He shuffled into the room in an odd bent-kneed gait, walking on the sides of his thick-soled engineer"s boots. Suddenly, he stopped again, sniffed deeply, and smiled, exposing teeth thick and yellow, dedicated to biting.
"Jeez, that smells good. It takes the old garbage stink right off. Gummy! You been sprinklin yourself with that perfume I found in a ash heap up on the bluffs?"
Gummy, giggling, looked coy.
Deena said, sharply, "Don"t be a fool, Gummy. He"s trying to b.u.t.ter you up so you"ll forget he"s bringing this girl home."
Old Man Paley laughed hoa.r.s.ely and lowered the snoring girl upon an Army cot. There she sprawled out with her skirt around her hips. Gummy cackled, but Deena hurried to pull the skirt down and also to remove the girl"s thick sh.e.l.l-rimmed gla.s.ses.
"Lord," she said, "how did this happen? What"d you do to her?"
"Nothin," he growled, suddenly sullen.
He took a quart of beer from the refrigerator, bit down on the cap with teeth thick and chipped as ancient gravestones, and tore it off. Up went the bottle, forward went his knees, back went his torso and he leaned away from the bottle, and down went the amber liquid, gurgle, gurgle, glub. He belched, then roared. "There I was, Old Man Paley, mindin my own figurin business, packin a bunch a papers and magazines I found, and here comes a blue fifty-one Ford sedan with Elkins, the doctor jerk from the puzzle factory. And this little foureyed chick here, Dorothy Singer. And.
"Yes," said Deena. "We know who they are, but we didn"t know they went after you."
"Who asked you? Who"s tellin this story? Anyway, they tole me what they wanted. And I was gonna say no, but this little collidge broad says if I"ll sign a paper that"ll agree to let her travel aroun with me and even stay in our house a couple a evenins, with us actin natural, she"ll pay me fifty dollars. I says yes! Old Guy In The Sky! That"s a hundred and fifty quarts a beer! I got principles, but they"re washed away in a roarin foamin flood of beer.
"I says yes, and the cute little runt give me the paper to sign, then advances me ten bucks and says I"ll get the rest seven days from now. Ten dollars in my pocket! So she climbs up into the seat a my truck. And then this figurin Elkins parks his Ford and says he thinks he ought a go with us to check on if everythin"s gonna be OK."