Which meant I should lay low for a while. I value my own existence slightly more than that of anyone who wishes to disturb it. This does not mean that I didn"t feel like h.e.l.l, though.
Carol will suspect, I think, but Central only buys facts. And I saw that there was enough sea water in the plane to take care of the spores. No test known to man could prove that I had murdered them.
The body of Albert Schweitzer had doubtless been washed out to sea through the sprung door.
If I ever meet with anybody who had known Al, so briefly, I"d be somebody else by then, with appropriate identification, and that person would be mistaken.
Very neat. But maybe I"m in me wrong line of work. I still feel like h.e.l.l. RUMOKO from all those fathoms fumed and grew like those Hollywood monsters that used to get blamed on science fiction. In a few months, it was predicted, its fires would desist A layer of soil would then be imported, spread, and migrating birds would be encouraged to stop and rest, maybe nest, and to use the place as a lavatory. Mutant red mangroves would be rooted there, linking the sea and the land. Insects would even be brought aboard. One day, according to theory, it would be a habitable island. One other day, it would be one of a chain of habitable islands. A double-p.r.o.nged answer to the population problem, you might say: create a new place for men to live, and in doing so kill off a crowd of them living elsewhere.
Yes, the seismic shocks had cracked New Salem"s dome. Many people had died.
And Project RUMOKO"s second son is nevertheless scheduled for next summer.
The people in Baltimore II are worried, but the Congressional investigation showed that the fault lay with the constructors of New Salem, who should have provided against the vicissitudes. The courts held several of the contractors liable, and two of them went into receivership despite the connections that had gotten them the contracts in the first place. It ain"t pretty, and it"s big, and I sort of wish I had never put that guy into the shower. He is all alive and well, I understand, a New Salem man, but I know that he will never be the same.
More precautions are supposed to be taken with the next one, whatever that means. I do not trust these precautions worth a d.a.m.n. But then, I do not trust anything anymore.
If another bubble city goes, as yours did, Eva, I think it will slow things down. But I do not believe it will stop the RUMOKO Project. I think they will find another excuse then. I think they will try for a third one after that. While it has been proved that we can create such things, I do not believe that the answer to our population problem lies in the manufacturing of new lands. No.
Offhand, I would say that since everything else is controlled these days, we might as well do it with the population, too. I will even get myself an ident.i.ty, many ident.i.ties, in fact, and vote for it, if it ever comes to a referendum. And I submit that there should be more bubble cities, and increased appropriations with respect to the exploration of outer s.p.a.ce. But no more RUMOKO"s. No.
Despite past reservations, I am taking on a free one. Walsh will never know. Hopefully, no one will. I am no altruist, but I guess I owe something to the race that I leech off of. After all, I was once a member ... Taking advantage of my nonexistence, I am going to sabotage that b.a.s.t.a.r.d so well that it will be the last.
How?
I will see that it is a Krakatoa, at least. As a result of the last one, Central knows a lot more about magma, and as a result of this, so do I. I will manipulate the charge, probably even make it a multiple. When that baby goes off, I will have arranged for it to be the worst seismic disturbance in the memory of man. It should not be too difficult to do. I could possibly murder thousands of people by this action, and certainly I will kill some. However, RUMOKO in its shattering of New Salem scared the h.e.l.l out of so many folks that I think RUMOKO II will scare even more. I am hoping that there will be a lot of topside vacations about that time. Add to this the fact that I know how rumors get started, and I can do it myself. I will.
I am at least going to clear the decks as much as I can. They will get results, all right, the planners, like a Mount Everest in the middle of the Atlantic and some fractured domes. Laugh that off, and you are a good man.
I baited the line and threw it overboard. Bill took a drink of orange juice and I took a drag on my cigarette. "You"re a consulting engineer these days?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"What are you up to now?"
"I"ve got a job in mind. Kind of tricky."
"Will you take it?"
"Yes."
"I sometimes wish I had something going for me now, the way you do."
"Don"t. It"s not worth it."
I looked out over the dark waters, able to bear prodigies. The morning sun was just licking the waves, and my decision was, like, solid. The wind was chilly and pleasant. The sky was going to be beautiful. I could tell from the breaks in the cloud cover.
"It sounds interesting. This is demolition work, you say?" And I, Judas Iscariot, turned a glance his way and said, "Pa.s.s me the bait can, please. I think I"ve got something on the line."
"Me, too. Wait a minute."
The day, like a mess of silver dollars, fell upon the deck. I landed mine and hit it on the back of the head with the stick, to be merciful.
I kept telling myself that I did not exist. I hope it is true, even though I feel that it is not. I seem to see old Colgate"s face beneath an occasional whitecap.
Eva, Eva ...
Forgive me, my Eva. I would welcome your hand on my brow. It is pretty, the silver. The waves are blue and green this morning, and G.o.d! how lovely the light!
"Here"s the bait"
"Thanks."
I took it and we drifted.
Eventually, everybody dies, I noted. But it did not make me feel any better. But nothing, really, could.
The next card will be for Christmas, as usual, Don, one year late this time around.
Never ask me why.