"Yahweh, then."
"You never say that name. That"s the sacred Tetragrammaton. Elohim, which is not plural but singular, means "G.o.d," and then later on in the Bible the Divine Name appears with Adonay, so you get "Lord G.o.d." You can choose between Elohim or Adonay or use both together but you can never say Yahweh."
"You just said it."
Rybys smiled. "So n.o.body"s perfect. Kill me."
"Do you believe all that?"
"I"m just stating matters of fact." She gestured. "Historic fact."
"But you do believe it. I mean, you believe in G.o.d."
"Yes."
"Did G.o.d will your M.S.?"
Hesitating, Rybys said slowly, "He permitted it. But I believe he"s healing me. There"s something I have to learn and this way I"ll learn it."
"Couldn"t he teach you some easier way?"
"Apparently not."
Herb Asher said, "Yah has been communicating with me."
"No, no; that"s a mistake. Originally the Hebrews believed that the pagan G.o.ds existed but were evil; later they realized that the pagan G.o.ds didn"t exist."
"My incoming signals and my tapes," Asher said.
"Are you serious?"
"Of course I am."
"There"s a life form here besides the Clems?"
"There is where my dome is; yes. It"s on the order of C.B. interference, except that it"s sentient. It"s selective."
Rybys said, "Play me one of the tapes."
"Sure." Herb Asher walked over to his computer terminal and began to punch keys. A moment later he had the correct tape playing.
Silly wretch, let me rail At a voyage that is blind. Holy hopes do require Your behind.
Rybys giggled. "I"m sorry, she said, laughing. "Is that Yah who did that? Not some wise guy on the mother ship or over on Fomalhaut? I mean, it sounds exactly like the Fox. The tone, I mean; not the words. The intonation. Somebody"s playing ajoke on you, Herb. That isn"t a deity. Maybe it"s the Clems."
"I had one of them in here," Asher said sourly. "I think we should have used nerve gas on them when we settled here originally. I thought you only encountered G.o.d after you die."
"G.o.d is G.o.d of history and of nations. Also of nature. Originally Yahweh was probably a volcanic deity. But he periodically enters history, the best example being when he intervened to bring the Hebrew slaves out of Egypt and to the Promised Land.They were shepherds and accustomed to freedom; it was terrible for them to be making bricks. And the Pharaoh had them gathering the straw as well and still being required to meet their quota of bricks per day. It is an archetypal timeless situation, G.o.d bringing men out of slavery and into freedom. Pharaoh represents all tyrants at all times." Her voice was calm and reasonable; Asher felt impressed.
"So you can encounter G.o.d while you"re alive," he said.
"Under exceptional circ.u.mstances. Originally G.o.d and Moses talked together as a man talks with his friend."
"What went wrong?"
"Wrong in what way?"
"n.o.body hears G.o.d"s voice anymore. Rybys said, "You do."
"My audio and video systems do."
"That"s better than nothing." She eyed him. "You don"t seem to enjoy it."
"It"s interfering with my life."
She said, "So am I."
To that he could think of no response; it was true.
"What do you normally do all the time?" Rybys asked. "Lie in your bunk listening to the Fox? The foodman told me that; is it true? That doesn"t sound to me like much of a life."
Anger touched him, a weary anger. He was tired of defending his life-style. So he said nothing.
"I think what I"ll lend you first," Rybys said, "is C. S. Lewis"s The Problem of Pain. In that book he-" "I read Out of the Silent Planet," Asher said.
"Did you like it?"
"It was OK."
Rybys said, "And you should read The Screwtape Letters. I have two copies of that."
To himself, Asher thought, Can"t I just watch you slowly die, and learn about G.o.d from that? "Look," he said. "I am Scien- tific Legate. The Party. You understand? That"s my decision; that"s the side I found. Pain and illness are something to be erad- icated, not understood. There is no afterlife and there is no G.o.d, except maybe a freak ionospheric disturbance that"s f.u.c.king up my equipment here on this dips.h.i.t mountain. If when I die I find out I"m wrong I"ll plead ignorance and a bad upbringing. Mean- while I"m more interested in shielding my cables and eliminating the interference than I am in talkingback and forth with this Yah I have no goats to sacrifice and anyway I have other things to do. I resent my Fox tapes being ruined; they are precious to me and some of them I can"t replace. Anyhow G.o.d doesn"t insert such phrases as "your behind" in otherwise beautiful songs. Not any G.o.d I can imagine."
Rybys said, "He"s trying to get your attention."
"He would do better to say, "Look, let"s talk."
"This apparently is a furtive life form. It"s not isomorphic with us. It doesn"t think the way we do."
"It"s a pest."
Rybys said, pondering, "It may be modifying its manifestations to protect you."
From what?"
From it." Suddenly she shuddered wildly, in evident pain. "Oh G.o.ddam it! My hair is falling out!" She got to her feet. "I have to go back to my dome and put on that wig they gave me. This is awful. Will you go with me? Please?"
He thought, I don"t see how someone whose hair is falling out can believe in G.o.d. "I can"t," he said. "I just can"t go with you. I"m sorry. I don"t have any portable air and I have to person my equipment. It"s the truth."
Gazing at him unhappily, Rybys nodded. Apparently she believed him. He felt a little guilty, but, more than that, he experienced overwhelming relief that she was leaving. The burden of dealing with her would be off him, at least for a time. And perhaps if he got lucky he could make the relief permanent. If he had any prayer at all it was, I hope I never see her enter this dome again. As long as she lives. A pleased sense of relaxation stole over him as he watched her suit up for the trip back to her dome. And he inquired of himself which of his trove of Fox tapes he would play when Rybys and her cruel verbal snipings had departed, and he would be free again: free to be what he truly was, the connoisseur of the undying lovely. The beauty and perfection toward which all things moved: Linda Fox.
That night as he lay sleeping a voice said softly to him, "Herbert, Herbert."
He opened his eyes. "I"m not on standby," he said, thinking it was the mother ship. "Dome Nine is active. Let me sleep."
"Look," the voice said. He looked-and saw that his control board, which governed all his communications gear, was on fire. "Jesus Christ," he said, and reached for the wall switch that would turn on the emergency fire extinguisher. But then he realized something. Something per- plexing. Although the control board was burning, it was not consumed. The fire dazzled him and burnned his eyes. He shut his eye and put his arm over his face. "Who is it?" he said. The voice said, "It is Ehyeh."
"Well," Herb Asher said, amazed. It was the deity of the mountain, speaking to him openly, without an electronic interface. A strange sense of his own worthlessness overcame Herb Asher, and he kept his face covered. "What do you want?" he said. "I mean, it"s late. This is my sleep cycle."
"Sleep no more," Yah said.
"I"ve had a hard day." He was frightened. Yah said, "I command you to take care of the ailing girl. She is all alone. If you do not hasten to her side I will burn down your dome and all the equipment in it, as well as all you own besides. I will scorch you with flame until you wake up. You are not awake, Herbert, not yet, but I will cause you to be awake; I will make you rise up from your bunk and go and help her. Later I will tell her and you why, but now you are not to know."
"I don"t think you have the right person," Asher said. "I think you should be talking to M.E.D. It"s their responsibility."
At that moment an acrid stench reached his nose. And, as he watched in dismay, his control board burned down to the floor, into a little pile of slag. s.h.i.t, he thought.
"Were you to lie again to her about your portable air," Yah said, "I would afflict you terribly, beyond repair, just as this equipment is now beyond repair. Now I shall destroy your Linda Fox tapes." Immediately the cabinet in which Herb Asher kept his video and audio tapes began to burn.
"Please," he said. The flames disappeared. The tapes were undamaged. Herb Asher got up from his bunk and went over to the cabinet; reaching out his hand he touched the cabinet-and instantly yanked his hand away; the cabinet was searingly hot.
"Touch it again," Yah said.
"I will not," Asher said.
"You will trust the Lord your G.o.d."
He reached out again and this time found the cabinet cold. So he ran his fingers over the plastic boxes containing the tapes. They, too, were cold. "Well, goodness," he said, at a loss.
"Play one of the tapes," Yah said.
"Which one?"
"Any one."
He selected a tape at random and placed it into the deck. He turned his audio system on. The tape was blank.
"You erased my Fox tapes," he said.
"That is what I have done," Yah said.
"Forever?"
"Until you hasten to the side of the ailing girl and care for her."
"Now? She"s probably asleep."
Yah said, "She is sitting crying."
The sense of worthlessness within Herb Asher burgeoned; in shame he shut his eyes. "I"m sorry," he said.
"It is not too late. If you hurry you can reach her in time."
"What do you mean, "in time"?"
Yah did not answer, but in Herb Asher" s mind appeared a picture, resembling a hologram; it was in color and it was in depth. Rybys Rommey sat at her kitchen table in a blue robe; on 36Philip K. d.i.c.k the table was a bottle of medication and a gla.s.s of water. In dejection she sat resting her chin on her fist; in her fist she clutched a wadded-up handkerchief.
"I"ll get my suit on," Asher said; he popped the suit-compartment door open, and his suit-little used and long neglected-tumbled out onto the floor. Ten minutes later he stood outside his dome, in the bulky suit, his lamp sweeping out over the expanse of frozen methane before him; he trembled, feeling the cold even through the suit-which was a delusion, he realized, since the suit was absolutely insulating. What an experience, he said to himself as he started walking down the slope. Roused out of my sleep in the middle of the night, my equipment burned down, my tapes erased-bulk erased in their totality. The methane crystals crunched under his boots as he walked down the slope, homing in on the automatic signal emitted by Rybys Rommey"s dome; the signal would guide him. Pictures inside my head, he thought. Pictures of a girl about to take her own life. It"s a good thing Yah woke me. She probably would have done it. He was still frightened, and as he descended the slope he sang to himself an old Communist Party marching song.
Because he fought for freedom He was forced to leave his home. Near the blood-stained Manzanares, Where he led the fight to hold Madrid, Died Hans, the Commissar, Died Hans, the Commissar. With heart and hand I pledge you, While I load my gun again, You will never be forgotten, Nor the enemy forgiven, Hans Beimler, our Commissar, Hans Beimler, our Commissar.
CHAPTER 4.
As Herb Asher descended the slope the meter in his hand showed the homing signal growing in strength. She ascended this hill to get to my dome, he realized. I made her walk uphill, since I wouldn"t go to her. I made a sick girl toil her way up step by step, carrying an armload of supplies. I will fry in h.e.l.l. But, he realized, it"s not too late. He made me take her seriously, Asher realized. I simply was not taking her seriously. It was as if I imagined that she was making up her illness. Telling a tale to get attention. What does that say about me? he asked himself. Because in point of fact I really knew she was sick, truly sick, not faking it. I have been asleep, he said to himself. And, while I slept, a girl has been dying. And then he thought about Yah, and he trembled. I can get my rig repaired, he thought. The gear that Yah burned down. That won"t be hard; all I have to do is notify the mother ship and inform them that I suffered a meltdown. And Yah promised to restore to me my Fox tapes-which undoubtedly he can do. But I"ve got to go back to that dome and live there. How can I live there? I can"t live there. It"s impossible. Yah has plans for me, he thought. And he felt fear, realizing this. He can make me do anything.
Rybys greeted him impa.s.sively. She did have on a blue robe and she did hold a wadded-up handkerchief, and, he saw, her eyes were red from crying. "Come in," she said, although he was already in the dome; she seemed a little dazed. "I was thinking about you," she said. "Sitting and thinking."
On the kitchen table stood a medicine bottle. Full.
"Oh, that," she said. "I was having trouble sleeping and I was thinking about taking a sleeping pill."
"Put it away," he said. Obediently, she returned the bottle to her bathroom cabinet.
"I owe you an apology," he said.
"No you don"t. Want something to drink? What time is it?" She turned to look at her wall clock. "I was up anyhow; you didn"t wake me. Some telemetric data was coming in." She pointed to her gear; lights showed, indicating activity. He said, "I mean I had air. Portable air."
"I know that. Everyone has portable air. Sit down; I"ll fix you tea." She rooted in an overflowing drawer beside her stove. "Somewhere I have teabags."
Now, for the first time, he became aware of the condition of her dome. It was shocking. Dirty dishes, pots and pans and even gla.s.ses of spoiled food, soiled clothing strewn everywhere, litter and debris . . . Troubled, he gazed around, wondering if he should offer to clean up the place. And she moved so slowly, with such evident fatigue. He had an intuition, suddenly, that she was far sicker than she had originally led him to believe.
"It"s a sty," she said. He said, "You are very tired."
"Well, it wears me out to heave up my guts every day of the week. Here"s a teabag. s.h.i.t; it"s been used once. I use them and then dry them out. It"s OK once, but sometimes I find I"m reusing the same bag again and again. I"ll try to find a fresh one." She continued to rummage. The TV screen showed a picture. It was an animated horror: a vast hemorrhoid that swelled and pulsed angrily. "What are you watching?" Asher asked. He averted his gaze from the animation.
"There"s a new soap opera on. It just began the other day. "The Splendor of-" I forget. Somebody or something. It"s really interesting. They"ve been running it a lot."
"You like the soaps?" he said.
"They keep me company. Turn up the sound."