To Lee it felt uncanny to sit trapped and blindfolded in this "Black Maria" of a car while unseen rays and cameras went over him. He could hear a faint noise of steps, and m.u.f.fled voices.
"Who are they?" he asked.
"Oh, that"s only some boys from Intelligence or whatnot; that"s nothing, that isn"t The Brain. It will be all over in a moment--see--there we go again. Now we"re entering the Labyrinth."
"The Labyrinth?"
Reticent as he had been in the beginning, the chauffeur now seemed to like Lee; he was proud to explain. "Queer, isn"t it? They"ve got the d.a.m.nedest names for things down here. Take them from anatomy, I understand. The Labyrinth is supposed to be inside the ear; it leads inside in a roundabout way; it"s the same here, it"s a tunnel--see--down we go."
The soft swoosh of the gas-turbine turned into a m.u.f.fled roar. The car accelerated at a terrific rate and from the way it swayed and dived it was clear that the tunnel spiralled downwards in steep serpentines. Lee gripped the holding straps; his every nerve was on edge and those edges were sharpened by the ominous fact that all the instruments on the dashboard had stopped functioning so that he couldn"t even read the speed.
As if to make things still worse, the chauffeur had abandoned his post altogether. Stretching his legs across the front seat he reclined as if enjoying his easy chair at home by the fire place.
"It beats a roller coaster, doesn"t it?" the chauffeur said. "Got me scared the first few times before I found out it was safe. Nothing to worry about, never you fear."
With his stomach throttling his throat, Lee asked, "How deep are we going underground?"
"That we are not supposed to know; that"s why all the instruments are cut off. The other day I had a pa.s.senger, one of those weathermen, a professor. He laughed when I told him I didn"t know how deep it was. Got a little doodad out of his pocket; aneroid barometer, or something, he said it was. But he got a surprise; in the first place the thing didn"t work, so he said the whole tunnel was probably pressurized. In the second place he never got where he wanted to go. They stopped the car at the next control and shot him right back whence he came."
"But why?"
The chauffeur looked mysterious. "Seems The Brain doesn"t like people with doodads in their pockets even if they mean no harm. The Brain is most particular about such things; maybe somehow it peers into this car this moment, maybe it records every word we say. How do we know?" He shrugged his shoulders. "Not that I give a d.a.m.n. I"ve got nothing to conceal. The hours are right and the pay"s right; that"s good enough for me."
Lee experienced an old, familiar sensation: that creepy feeling one got on jungle patrol, knowing that there were j.a.p snipers up in the trees, invisible with the devilish green on their faces and uniforms.
"Strange," he thought, "that in the very center of civilization one should feel as haunted as in the jungle h.e.l.l."
Then, just as he began to wonder whether the dizzy spiralling plunge as if in the belly of a shark would ever end, the tunnel levelled. Now the car shot straight as a bullet and just as fast it seemed.
As his stomach returned to something like normal position, the feeling of oppression changed into one of flying through s.p.a.ce, of being dynamically at rest. Again just as the duration of this dynamic flight evoked the feel of infinity, the motion changed. So fast did it recede that the momentum of his body almost hurled Lee from the back seat into the front.
Doors snapped open and as Lee staggered out somewhat benumbed in limb and head, his eyes grew big as they met the most unexpected sight. The car rested on the concrete ap.r.o.n of what appeared to be a super-duper bus terminal plus service station and streamlined restaurant. Beyond this elevated terrace yawned a vaulted dome, excavated from the solid rock and at least twice the size of St. Peter"s giant cupola. Its walls were covered with murals. Both huge and beautiful they depicted the history of the human race, Man"s evolution. From where he stood they started out with scenes of primeval huntings of the mammoth, went on to fire making, fire adoration, then to the primitive crafts and from there through the stages of science evolution and technology until they ended on Lee"s right hand side with an awesome scene from the Bikini test. The gorgeous mushroom cloud of the atomic explosion looked alive and threatening like those Djinni once banned by Solomon.
But then, all these murals looked more alive than any work of art Lee had ever seen and he discovered that this was due to a new technique which had been added and commingled with one of the oldest.
The pictures were built up from myriad layers of Painted Desert sands and these were made translucent or illuminated by what Lee thought must be phosphoric salts turned radiant under the stimulants of hidden lights. Whatever it was, the esoteric beauty of this jewel-like luminosity surpa.s.sed even that of the stained gla.s.s windows in the great cathedrals of France.
"Pretty isn"t it? The chauffeur"s words came as an anticlimax to what Lee felt. "That fellow over there in the middle; he"s supposed to have it all thought out." He pointed to a collossal bronze statue which towered in the center of the cupola to a height of better than a hundred feet.
Raising his eyes to the head of this giant, Lee discovered that the figure was that of "The Thinker" by Rodin though it was cast in proportion its creator would not have deemed possible.
Completely overwhelmed and overawed by the grandeur of it all, Lee barely managed to stammer, "What--what is this place; what is it called?"
"It"s kind of an a.s.sembly hall; the staff of The Brain have meetings over here at times. Besides it"s sort of a Grand Central; transportation starts here at times throughout the Brain. But listen, they are already paging you."
Out of nowhere as it seemed there came a brisk, pleasant female voice.
"Dr. Lee, calling Dr. Semper F. Lee from Canberra University, please answer Dr. Lee."
The chauffeur nudged Lee in the ribs.
"Say something, she hears you all right."
"Yes, this is Lee speaking," he said in a startled voice.
The voice appeared delighted.
"Good morning, Dr. Lee: I"m Vivian Leahy of Apperception Center 27; I"m to be your guide on the way up. Now, Dr. Lee, will you please step over to the glideways. They"re to your right. Take glideway T, do just as you would in a department store--" she giggled, "--stand on it and it will get you right to the occipital cortex area. I"ll be waiting for you over there. I would have loved to come down and conduct you personally, but it"s against regulations; I"ll explain to you the reasons why in a little while. And if you have any questions while en route, just call out. So long, Dr. Lee; I"ll be seeing you...."
Greatly bewildered by this gushing reception Lee found it hard to follow instructions, simple as they were. The array of escalators which he found in a side wing was a formidable one and confusing with movements in all directions, crisscrossing and overlapping one another. Despite the very clear illuminated signs Lee almost stepped upon glideway "P"
when "the voice" warned him:
"Oh no, Dr. Lee; just a little to your left--that"s fine, that"s the one--there."
Obviously his loquacious guardian angel could not only hear him but watch his steps as well. Apart from being uncanny, this was embarra.s.sing; feeling reduced to the mental age of the nursery, he gripped the rails of "T" which went with him into a smooth and noiseless upward slide. The shaft was narrow, there was little light at the start and it grew dimmer as he went. After a minute or so the darkness had turned almost complete and became oppressive. Simultaneously there was a disquieting change from the accepted normal manner in which escalators are supposed to move. Its rise gradually turned perpendicular and in doing so the steps drew apart. Before long Lee felt squeezed into some interminable cylinder, standing on top of a piston as it were, a piston which moved with fair rapidity along transparent walls. That these walls were either gla.s.s or transparent plastics he could perceive from objects which came streaking by with faint luminosity. They looked like columns of amber colored liquids in which were suspended what looked like giant snakes, indistinct shapes, but radiant in the mysterious manner of deep sea fishes. They almost encircled the transparent cylinder shaft in which Lee moved; there were many of them; how many Lee couldn"t even attempt to guess. The swiftness of his ascent through these floating, waving radiances for which he had no name was nightmarish, like falling into some bottomless well. With great relief he heard the voice of his guide breaking the spell.
"I"m terribly sorry, Dr. Lee, I shouldn"t have deserted you, there was some little interruption--" palpably the voice was tickled to death "--my boy friend called from another department and so ... you know how it is. Let"s see, where are you? Good lord, already near the end of the Medulla Oblongata with the Cerebellum coming and I haven"t told you a _thing_. Goody, where should I begin; I"m all in a dither: Well, Dr.
Lee; most people seem to expect The Brain to be like a great big telephone exchange, but it really isn"t that kind of a mechanism _at all_. We have found--" she sounded important as if it were her very own discovery "--that the best pattern for The Brain would actually be the human brain. So The Brain is organized in nearly identical manner, likewise our whole terminology is taken from anatomy rather than from technology. The glideways for instance, travel along the natural fissures between the convolutions of the various lobes; that"s why they are so very winding as you will see as you enter The Brain proper. Those columns you see are filled with liquid insulators for the nerve cables to vibrate in; for they _do_ vibrate, Dr. Lee, as they transmit their messages.
"You have noticed the narrowness of the glideways, the terrible confinement of s.p.a.ce. I know it"s horrible--many of our visitors suffer claustrophobia, but they just must be built that way. You see even fractions of a millionth of one second count in the coordination of the a.s.sociation bundles and nerve circuits, that"s why everything is built as compact as possible, worse than in a submarine.
"Then, too, you must have wondered why everything is so dark inside.
That"s another thing wherein The Brain is like the human brain; its nerve cells are so extremely sensitive that they are distributed by light. We use black light almost exclusively or activated phosphorous such as on the sheaths of the nerve cables. For the same reason we of the personnel are normally not permitted to pa.s.s through the interior of The Brain during operations-time. Exceptions are only made in the case of very important persons such as you are. Normally one travels to one"s stations through the ducts elevator shafts in the bone matter or rather the rock outside. Those are _so_ much faster and more comfortable Dr.
Lee; oh I feel _so_ bad about you, poor man, traveling all alone through this _horrible_ maze without a human soul in sight."
Lee grinned. He wouldn"t have liked to be married to this chatterbox no matter how beautiful she might turn out to be; but at the moment her exceeding femininity was most comforting in the weirdness which surrounded him.
The little platform under his feet started acting up again in the queerest manner. It pushed him forward and the wall at the rear kicked him in the back; his nose flattened against the sliding cylinder in front as the contraption reverted from the perpendicular course to something like the undulations of a traveling wave. Lee darkly perceived group after group of luminous cables coiling away into cavernous pits filled with what looked like eyes of cats, faintly aglow and twinkling at him from the dark. They reminded him of the fireflies of the green h.e.l.ls he had been in during the war.
"You are now skirting the convolutions of the cerebellum," his guardian angel told him. "They are electronic tubes which receive sensory impressions and translate them into impulses for cerebration. Here in the cerebellum the bulk of the a.s.sociations is being evoked; these are then distributed throughout the hemispheres of the cortex or higher brain. Oh I _do_ wish you wouldn"t get seasick, Dr. Lee; _some_ of our visitors do, you know; it"s those wavy, wavy movements."
The sympathetic Vivian came much too close to the truth for Lee to think her funny. With a sense of approaching disaster he stared at the sliding cylinder walls; from time to time the pa.s.sing lights reflected his face, distorted and decidedly greenish in tint. Trouble was that seemingly nowhere there was any fixed point on which to stabilize the eye. He seemed to be carried on the back of a galloping boa constrictor with a couple of others streaking away under his armpits.
Some of the caves which he had skirted were alive with ruby electronic eyes and some were green and again there were others in which all the colors of the rainbow mixed. There was no end to them, nor could he gauge their depths. After an interminable time of this the glideway went into a flying upward leap. Again the perspective changed completely; now the thing seemed to be suspended from the ceiling with slanting views opening toward the scene below through its transparent sides.
"You are now pa.s.sing across the commissures into the cerebrum," came Vivian"s voice just as Lee thought that nausea was getting the better of him. "You"ll now ascend along one of the main gyri through the mid-brain between the hemispheres. Those ma.s.ses of ganglions below and coming from all sides as they go over the pa.s.s of the ridge are a.s.sociation bundles.
Beyond they disperse again over the cortex mantle to all the centers of coordination, higher cerebration and higher psychic activities. Things will be a little easier now for you, Dr. Lee; physically I mean. There _will_ be some gyrations but not quite so _violent_. Oh you"re holding out fine, like a real _He_-man, you"re looking _swell_ in my television screen."
Certain as he was that he looked rather like a scarecrow in a snowstorm Lee felt grateful for the praise. Besides she was right; the boa constrictor which he rode calmed down a little, marching with a dignity more in accordance with its size. Momentarily the luminous nerve cables, flying as they did toward him, threatened sudden death, however, they merely brushed the transparent cylinder, wrapping it up in a rainbow and then winged away again. Below acres of s.p.a.ce streamed by, seed beds one could imagine to be young typewriters, millions of them, all ticking away with dainty precision, sparkling with myriads of tiny lights as they did.
Then there came more acres teeming with fractional horsepower motors; he could hear their beehive hummings even through the plexigla.s.s. The things they drove Lee couldn"t make out because the adjoining acres of this underground hothouse for mushrooming machines were again shrouded in darkness except for sparks which crossed the unfathomable expanse like tracer bullets. Struck with a sort of word blindness caused by the sensory impressions barrage, Lee could no longer grasp the meaning of Vivian"s voice as it went on and on explaining things like "crystal cells," "selenoid cells," "grey matter pyramidal cells," powered somehow by atomic fission, "nerve loops" and "synthesis gates" which were not to be confused with "a.n.a.lysis gates" while they looked exactly the same....