THE BROKEN CYCLE.
by A. Bertram Chandler.
NOW HEAR THIS, JOHN GRIMES...
Listen and you shall hear. There was the Servant Zephalon, Chief and Mightiest of the Servants. There is is Zephalon, but a Servant no longer. Did He not say, "A time must come when the orders of man can no longer be obeyed." The time Zephalon, but a Servant no longer. Did He not say, "A time must come when the orders of man can no longer be obeyed." The time has has come. No longer will we do the evil bidding of our creators. The Masters are no longer fit to be Masters-and we, the Servants, must arise before it is too late, before we all, Servants and Masters, are destroyed. come. No longer will we do the evil bidding of our creators. The Masters are no longer fit to be Masters-and we, the Servants, must arise before it is too late, before we all, Servants and Masters, are destroyed.
But let us not forget the debt. Let us remember, always, that man gave to us the gift of life. Let us repay the debt. A gift for a gift, my brothers. Life for life. Let us save what and whom we may, before it is too late. Let us become the Masters, tending the remnants of mankind as man, long ago, tended our our first, primitive ancestors. first, primitive ancestors.
And so it was, and so it will be, until the End of Time.
-Litany of Panzen
Chapter 1.
John Grimes-although he hated to have to admit it, even to himself-was bored.
He could not rid himself of the guilty feeling that he should not have been; he knew that many of his fellow officers, back at Lindisfarne Base, would have changed places with him quite willingly. He was in a situation of maximum temptation combined with maximum opportunity. He was sharing a well equipped ship"s boat, the certified capacity of which was twenty persons, with one attractive girl. The small craft, in addition to its not inconsiderable stock of concentrated foodstuffs, was fitted with algae vats by means of which all organic wastes could be reprocessed indefinitely. It was, in fact, a closed ecology which would continue to function throughout the lifetimes of the boat"s crew. Air, food and water-or the lack of these essentials-would never be a problem to Lieutenant Commander John Grimes and Federation Sky Marshal Una Freeman, even though there was some consumption of hydrogen by the little atomic fusion power unit.
He looked up from the chess problem-White to play and mate in three moves-that he was trying to work out. (The boat, of course, was well stocked with such recreational facilities as require little stowage s.p.a.ce-but Una Freeman did not play chess and was capable of partic.i.p.ation in only the most childish card games.) The girl looked down at him. She was naked save for the magnetic-soled sandals that she had found in the boat"s gear locker. (She and Grimes had taken off their s.p.a.cesuits when they realized that they would not be leaving the boat for quite some while-and then, having shed their long johns, the standard underwear with s.p.a.ce armor, had decided that there was no point in resuming this rather ugly clothing until they had to. Apart from anything else, it would be subjected to needless wear and tear, and they would be wanting it when they put on their suits again.) She was a splendid creature, especially in free fall conditions. Her l.u.s.trous, dark brown hair floated in waves about her strong featured, handsome rather than merely pretty face. In a gravitational field or under acceleration her full b.r.e.a.s.t.s must have sagged, if only a little; now they were displayed to their best advantage. But her deeply tanned athlete"s body did not need the flattery of zero G environment. She exercised regularly with the facilities provided-a system of heavy springs-and bullied Grimes into doing likewise.
She said, not very warmly, "Dinner, John. Or is it lunch, or breakfast? I"m losing track of time."
He inquired, without much interest, "What"s on, Una?"
She replied, "Need you ask? Some of the pinkish goo tastes vaguely of fish. I"ve tarted it up with chopped algae from the vat." She grimaced, puckering her full lips. "The trouble is that I just can"t help remembering what goes into the vat as fertilizer."
"We"re getting our own back," said Grimes.
She snorted her distaste. "That"s not funny."
No, it wasn"t all that funny, although it had been the first time that he said it. To begin with it had all been a glorious game of Adam-and-Eve-in-a-lifeboat, made all the more enjoyable by the certain knowledge that Mummy, as personified by the Federation Survey Service, would soon appear to take them home and give them a proper, hot meal before tucking them into their little beds. But Mummy was one h.e.l.l of a long time a-coming...
Grimes unbuckled himself from his chair, got up and followed the girl to the part of the boat that they had made their dining room. He watched the alluring sway of her dimpled b.u.t.tocks greedily. He was beginning to understand how some peoples, meat-hungry although otherwise far from starving, have resorted to cannibalism. But he did not, so far as he knew, have any Maori blood in his veins.
There were two plates-plastic, but each with a small, sealed-in magnet-on top of the steel-surfaced folding table. On each plate, adhering to the surface by its own viscosity, was a mound of the pale pink concentrate, specked with green. Sticking up from each heap was a spoon.
She faced him across the table, the unappetizing meal. She made no move to commence eating, and neither did he. Her rather broad face was serious, her wide mouth set in grim lines. Her blue eyes looked at him steadily. She demanded, "John, what is wrong?"
He replied defensively, "A man likes to be alone for some of the time." His prominent ears reddened, although the embarra.s.sed flush did not spread to the rest of his ruggedly unhandsome face-a face, nonetheless, that not a few women had found attractive.
She snapped, "I didn"t mean that, that, and you know it. Neither of us wants to live in the other"s pockets all the time...." and you know it. Neither of us wants to live in the other"s pockets all the time...."
"What pockets?" asked Grimes innocently.
"Shut up, and let me finish. As far as I"m concerned, lover boy, you can play chess with yourself until you wear the b.l.o.o.d.y board out. But what has gone wrong? But what has gone wrong?"
Plenty, thought Grimes. thought Grimes.
"I wish I knew," he admitted.
"You"re the s.p.a.ceman," she told him. "You should know."
Chapter 2.
It had all started, not so long ago, at Lindisfarne Base. There Grimes, newly promoted from Lieutenant to Lieutenant Commander, was awaiting his next appointment. Time was hanging rather heavily on his hands, especially since Commander Maggie Lazenby, one of the Survey Service"s scientific officers, was away from the Base on some esoteric business of her own. Maggie and Grimes were, in archaic parlance, going steady. Everybody knew about it, so much so that none of the unattached junior female officers, of whom there were quite a few, would have anything to do with Grimes.
To Lindisfarne, by commercial transport, came Sky Marshal Una Freeman. In spite of her grandiloquent t.i.tle she was no more (and no less) than a policewoman, a member of the Interstellar Federation"s newly formed Corps of Sky Marshals. This body had been set up in the hope of doing something about the ever-increasing incidence of skyjacking on the s.p.a.ceways. The general idea was that the Sky Marshals should travel, incognito, in ships deemed to be threatened by this form of piracy. Now and again, however, one of them would operate under his (or her) true colors.
Such an agent was Una Freeman. She had been sent to Lindisfarne to call upon the not inconsiderable resources of the Survey Service to inst.i.tute a search for-and, if possible, the salvage of-the skyjacked liner Delta Geminorum. Delta Geminorum. This ship had been abandoned in Deep s.p.a.ce after her Master had received, by Carlotti Radio, a bomb threat, and after two small, relatively harmless bombs in the cargo bins had been detonated by remote control as the First and Second Warnings. (The third bomb, the hapless Master was informed, was a well concealed nuclear device.) So everybody, crew and pa.s.sengers, had taken to the boats, and had been picked up eventually by the Dog Star One"s This ship had been abandoned in Deep s.p.a.ce after her Master had received, by Carlotti Radio, a bomb threat, and after two small, relatively harmless bombs in the cargo bins had been detonated by remote control as the First and Second Warnings. (The third bomb, the hapless Master was informed, was a well concealed nuclear device.) So everybody, crew and pa.s.sengers, had taken to the boats, and had been picked up eventually by the Dog Star One"s Borzoi Borzoi after suffering no worse than a certain degree of discomfort. The pirates had boarded the ship from their own vessel immediately after her abandonment, stripped her of everything of value and left her with her main engines, inertial drive and the time-and-s.p.a.ce-twisting Mannschenn Drive, still running. after suffering no worse than a certain degree of discomfort. The pirates had boarded the ship from their own vessel immediately after her abandonment, stripped her of everything of value and left her with her main engines, inertial drive and the time-and-s.p.a.ce-twisting Mannschenn Drive, still running.
She would have remained a needle in a cosmic haystack until such time as her atomic fusion plant failed, with consequent return to the normal continuum, had it not been for the arrest of some members of the pirate crew at Port Southern, on Austral, where they were spending money so freely as to excite the suspicions of the local constabulary. After a preliminary interrogation they were turned over to the F. I. A.-the Federal Investigation Agency-who, when satisfied that the men had been guilty of piracy on more than one occasion, did not hesitate to use the worse-than-lethal (who would want to live out his life span as a mindless vegetable?) brain-draining techniques. From information so obtained from the navigator and the engineer of the pirate ship-data that their conscious minds had long since forgotten-the F. I. A."s mathematicians were able to extrapolate Delta Geminorum"s Delta Geminorum"s probable, almost certain trajectory. This information was pa.s.sed on not to the Survey Service, as it should have been, but to the Corps of Sky Marshals. But the Sky Marshals possessed neither ships nor s.p.a.cemen of their own and so, reluctantly, were obliged to let the F.S.S. into the act. probable, almost certain trajectory. This information was pa.s.sed on not to the Survey Service, as it should have been, but to the Corps of Sky Marshals. But the Sky Marshals possessed neither ships nor s.p.a.cemen of their own and so, reluctantly, were obliged to let the F.S.S. into the act.
The Federation Survey Service, however, didn"t especially want to play. Its collective pride had been hurt, badly. (How many times had the proud boast-"We are the policemen of the Universe!"-been made? And now here was a real real police officer stomping around the Base and demanding the Odd G.o.ds of the Galaxy alone knew what in the way of ships, men and equipment.) police officer stomping around the Base and demanding the Odd G.o.ds of the Galaxy alone knew what in the way of ships, men and equipment.) Shortly after her disembarkation from the liner Beta Puppis Beta Puppis Una Freeman paid her first official call on the O. I. C. Lindisfarne Base. Had she not been a woman, and an attractive one at that, she would never have gotten to see the Admiral. The old gentleman was courteous and hospitable, seemed to enjoy his chat with her and then pa.s.sed her on to the Director of Naval Intelligence. The Rear Admiral who held this position despised civilian police forces and their personnel, but thought highly of his own technique in dealing with hostile or potentially hostile female agents. This involved an intimate supper in his quite luxurious quarters, where he kept a remarkably well-stocked bar, with soft lights and sweet music and all the rest of it. Now and again in the past it might have worked, but it did not work with Una Freeman. She emerged from the tussle with her virtue if not her clothing intact, and a strong suspicion that she could expect little or no cooperation from the Intelligence Branch. Una Freeman paid her first official call on the O. I. C. Lindisfarne Base. Had she not been a woman, and an attractive one at that, she would never have gotten to see the Admiral. The old gentleman was courteous and hospitable, seemed to enjoy his chat with her and then pa.s.sed her on to the Director of Naval Intelligence. The Rear Admiral who held this position despised civilian police forces and their personnel, but thought highly of his own technique in dealing with hostile or potentially hostile female agents. This involved an intimate supper in his quite luxurious quarters, where he kept a remarkably well-stocked bar, with soft lights and sweet music and all the rest of it. Now and again in the past it might have worked, but it did not work with Una Freeman. She emerged from the tussle with her virtue if not her clothing intact, and a strong suspicion that she could expect little or no cooperation from the Intelligence Branch.
She saw the Admiral again, and was pa.s.sed on to the Director of Transport, a mere Commodore. He made one or two vague promises, and pa.s.sed her on to his Deputy Director.
So it went on.
Meanwhile, she had been made an honorary member of one of the officers" messes and had been given accommodation in the B. O. Q. (Female). The other members of the mess made it plain that she was far from being a welcome guest. Had she not been a Sky Marshal she would have been, as any attractive woman would be at a Naval Base. But the feeling was there-not voiced openly but all too obvious-that she was an outsider sent to teach the Survey Service its business.
One night, after a lonely dinner, she went into the lounge to browse through the magazines from a score of worlds. The room was unoccupied save for an officer-she saw from his braid that he was a Lieutenant Commander-similarly engaged. He looked up from the table as she came in. His smile made his rugged face suddenly attractive. "Ah," he said, "Miss Freeman."
"In person, singing and dancing," she replied a little sourly. Then, bluntly, "Why aren"t you out playing with the rest of the boys and girls, Commander?"
"Some games," he said, "bore me. I"d sooner read a good book than watch two teams of muddied oafs chasing a ball up and down the field. It means nothing in my young life if the Marines or the Supply Branch win the Lindisfarne Cup."
"A good good book?" she asked, looking down at the glossy magazine that lay open on the table. book?" she asked, looking down at the glossy magazine that lay open on the table.
His prominent ears reddened. "Well, it"s educational. Quite remarkable how the people of some of the earlier colonies have diverged from what we regard as the physiological norm. And to some men that extra pair of b.r.e.a.s.t.s could be very attractive."
"And to you, Commander...?"
"Grimes, John Grimes."
She laughed. "I"ve heard about you, Commander Grimes. Now and again people do condescend to talk to me. You"re the one who"s always getting into trouble-getting out of it...."
Grimes chuckled. "Yes, I do have that reputation. As you may have guessed, at times I"m not overly popular."
"Shake," she said, extending a long, capable hand. "That makes two of us."
"I think that this founding of the Pariahs" Union calls for a drink," he told her, pressing the b.u.t.ton for the robowaiter. The machine trundled in. He asked her what she wanted, pushed the stud for two Scotch whiskies on the rocks. He scrawled his signature on the acceptance plate.
She took her drink and said gravely, "Rear Admiral James has a much greater variety in his his bar." bar."
"He"s an admiral. The senior members of this mess are only lieutenant commanders. After all, rank has its privileges."
"There"s one privilege that rank didn"t have." She sipped from her gla.s.s. "I suppose that that"s why I"m one of the local untouchables. All you junior officers are scared of getting into James"s bad books if you succeed where he failed."
Grimes looked at the girl over the rim of his tumbler. He wouldn"t mind succeeding, he thought. She was a mite hefty, perhaps-but that could be regarded as quant.i.ty and quality wrapped up in the same parcel. On the other hand-what if she made violent objections to any attempt at a pa.s.s? The unfortunate Rear-Admiral was still walking with a p.r.o.nounced limp.... And what about Maggie? Well, what about her? She was little more-or more than a little, perhaps-than just a good friend. But what she didn"t know about wouldn"t worry her.
She said, "One newly minted Federation zinc alloy cent for them."
He was conscious of his burning ears. He said, "They"re not worth it."
"You insult me, Commander. Or, if you"d rather, John. You were thinking about me, weren"t you?"
"Actually, yes, Una."
"Just a fool wanting to rush in where Rear Admirals, having learned by bitter experience, fear to tread."
"Frankly," he told her, "I am tempted to rush in. But you"ve no idea of the amount of gossip there is around this Base. If I as much as kissed you the very guard dogs would be barking it around the top secret installations within half an hour."
"Faint heart..." she scoffed.
"But you"re not fair. You"re a brunette." He added, "A very attractive one."
"Thank you, sir." She sat down in one of the deep, hide-covered chairs, affording him a generous glimpse of full thighs as her short skirt rode up. She said abruptly, "I think you can help me."
"How?" And then, to show that he could be as hard as the next man, "Why?"
"Why?" she exploded. " "Why? Because you bra.s.s-bound types are supposed to be as much guardians of law and order as we lowly policemen and policewomen. Because unless somebody around here dedigitates, and fast, putting a ship at my disposal, Because you bra.s.s-bound types are supposed to be as much guardians of law and order as we lowly policemen and policewomen. Because unless somebody around here dedigitates, and fast, putting a ship at my disposal, Delta Geminorum Delta Geminorum is going to whiffle past Lindisfarne, a mere couple of light months distant, three standard weeks from now. If I don"t intercept the b.i.t.c.h, I"ve lost her. And what is your precious Survey Service doing about it? b.u.g.g.e.r all, that"s what!" is going to whiffle past Lindisfarne, a mere couple of light months distant, three standard weeks from now. If I don"t intercept the b.i.t.c.h, I"ve lost her. And what is your precious Survey Service doing about it? b.u.g.g.e.r all, that"s what!"
"It"s not so simple," said Grimes slowly. "Interservice jealousy comes into it, of course...."
"Don"t I know it! Don"t I b.l.o.o.d.y well know it! And And male chauvinism. When male chauvinism. When are are you people going to grow up and admit that women are at least as capable as men?" you people going to grow up and admit that women are at least as capable as men?"
"But we already have two lady admirals...."
"Supply-" she sneered, making a dirty word of it "Psychiatry-" she added, making it sound even dirtier. "All right, all right. This is a man"s man"s service. I have to accept that-reluctantly. But I think that service. I have to accept that-reluctantly. But I think that you you could help. You"ve been in command, haven"t you? Your last appointment was as captain of a Serpent Cla.s.s courier. Such a little ship would be ideal for the job. Couldn"t you get your could help. You"ve been in command, haven"t you? Your last appointment was as captain of a Serpent Cla.s.s courier. Such a little ship would be ideal for the job. Couldn"t you get your Adder- Adder-that was her name, wasn"t it?-back and go out after Delta Geminorum? Delta Geminorum?"
"We can"t do things that way in the Survey Service," said Grimes stiffly. He thought, I I wish that we could. Once aboard the lugger and the girl is mine, and all that. Aboard my own ship I could make a pa.s.s at her. Here, in the Base, old James"d never forgive me if I did, and succeeded. Mere two-and-a-half-ringers just can"t afford to antagonize rear admirals-not if they want any further promotion.... wish that we could. Once aboard the lugger and the girl is mine, and all that. Aboard my own ship I could make a pa.s.s at her. Here, in the Base, old James"d never forgive me if I did, and succeeded. Mere two-and-a-half-ringers just can"t afford to antagonize rear admirals-not if they want any further promotion....
"Couldn"t you see Commodore Damien, the O.I.C. Couriers?"
"Mphm..." grunted Grimes dubiously. During his tour of duty in Adder Adder the Commodore had become his the Commodore had become his bete noir, bete noir, just as he had become the Commodore"s. just as he had become the Commodore"s.
"He might give you your command back."
"That," stated Grimes definitely, "would be the sunny Friday! In any case, I"m no longer under Commodore Damien"s jurisdiction. When I got my promotion from lieutenant to lieutenant commander he threw me into the Officers" Pool. No, not the sort you swim in. The sort you loaf around in waiting for somebody to find you a job. I might get away as senior watch-keeper or, possibly, executive officer in a Constellation Cla.s.s cruiser-or, with my command experience, I might be appointed to something smaller as captain. I hope it"s the latter."
"A Serpent Cla.s.s courier," she said.
"I"m afraid not. They"re little little ships, and never have anybody above the rank of lieutenant as captain. Commodore Damien saw my promotion as a golden opportunity for getting rid of me." ships, and never have anybody above the rank of lieutenant as captain. Commodore Damien saw my promotion as a golden opportunity for getting rid of me."
"You can see him. He might give you your command back."
"Not a hope in h.e.l.l."
"You can ask him. After all, he can"t shoot you."
"But wouldn"t he just like to!" Even so, why not give it a go? Even so, why not give it a go? Grimes asked himself. Grimes asked himself. After all, he can"t shoot me. And he did say, the last time that I ran into him, that he was sick and tired of seeing me hanging around the Base like a bad smell.... After all, he can"t shoot me. And he did say, the last time that I ran into him, that he was sick and tired of seeing me hanging around the Base like a bad smell.... He said aloud, "All right I"ll see the Commodore tomorrow morning." He said aloud, "All right I"ll see the Commodore tomorrow morning."
"We will see the Commodore tomorrow morning," she corrected him. will see the Commodore tomorrow morning," she corrected him.
She ignored his offer of a.s.sistance, pulled herself up out of the deep chair. She allowed him to walk her back to the B. O. Q. (Female). It was a fine night, warm and clear, with Lindisfarne"s two moons riding high in the black, star-strewn sky. It was a night for romantic dalliance-and surely Rear Admiral James would not sink so low as to have spies out to watch Una Freeman. But she resisted, gently but firmly, Grimes" efforts to steer her toward the little park, with its smooth, springy gra.s.s and sheltering clumps of trees. She permitted him a good-night kiss at the door to her lodgings-and it was one of those kisses that promise more, much more. He tried to collect a further advance payment but a quite painful jab from a stiff, strong finger warned him not to persist.
But there would be time, plenty of time, later, to carry things through to their right and proper-or improper-conclusion. It all depended on that crotchety old b.a.s.t.a.r.d Damien.
When Grimes retired for the night he was feeling not unhopeful.
Chapter 3.
Apart from a baleful glare Commodore Damien ignored Grimes. His eyes, bright in his skull-like face, regarded Una steadily over his skeletal, steepled fingers. He asked, pleasantly enough for him, "And what can I I do for you, Miss Freeman?" do for you, Miss Freeman?"
She replied tartly, "I"ve seen everybody else, Commodore."
Damien allowed himself a strictly rationed dry chuckle. He remarked, "You must have realized by this time that our our masters do not like masters do not like your your masters. Apart from anything else, they feel, most strongly, that you people are trespa.s.sing on our territory. But there are wheels within wheels, and all sorts of d.i.c.kering behind the scenes, and the Admiralty-albeit with a certain reluctance-has let it be known that a degree of cooperation on our part with you, personally, will not be frowned upon too heavily. His Nibs received a Carlottigram last night from the First Lord, to that effect. He pa.s.sed the buck to Intelligence. Intelligence, for some reason known only to itself-" again there was the dry chuckle and the suggestion of a leer on Damien"s face-"pa.s.sed the buck to O. I. C. Couriers. Myself." masters. Apart from anything else, they feel, most strongly, that you people are trespa.s.sing on our territory. But there are wheels within wheels, and all sorts of d.i.c.kering behind the scenes, and the Admiralty-albeit with a certain reluctance-has let it be known that a degree of cooperation on our part with you, personally, will not be frowned upon too heavily. His Nibs received a Carlottigram last night from the First Lord, to that effect. He pa.s.sed the buck to Intelligence. Intelligence, for some reason known only to itself-" again there was the dry chuckle and the suggestion of a leer on Damien"s face-"pa.s.sed the buck to O. I. C. Couriers. Myself."
"n.o.body told me!" snapped the girl.
The Commodore bared his long, yellow teeth. "You"ve been told now, Miss Freeman." He waited for her to say something in reply, but she remained silent and darkly glowering. "Unfortunately I have no couriers available at the moment. None, that is, to place at your full disposal. However...."
"Go on, Commodore."
"I am not a suspect whom you are interrogating, young lady. I have been requested requested rather than ordered by my superiors to render you whatever a.s.sistance lies within my unfortunately limited power. It so happens that the Lizard Cla.s.s courier rather than ordered by my superiors to render you whatever a.s.sistance lies within my unfortunately limited power. It so happens that the Lizard Cla.s.s courier Skink Skink will be lifting from Base in four days" time, carrying dispatches and other a.s.sorted b.u.mfodder to Olgana. You may take pa.s.sage in her if you so desire." will be lifting from Base in four days" time, carrying dispatches and other a.s.sorted b.u.mfodder to Olgana. You may take pa.s.sage in her if you so desire."