The Galaxy Primes.
by Edward Elmer Smith.
They were four of the greatest minds in the Universe: Two men, two women, lost in an experimental s.p.a.ceship billions of pa.r.s.ecs from home. And as they mentally charted the Cosmos to find their way back to earth, their own loves and hates were as startling as the worlds they encountered. Here is E. E. Smith"s great new novel....
[Ill.u.s.tration:
The guardian struggled to immobilize the beast"s gigantic talons as the frightened girl leaped to the safety of Garlock"s arms.]
CHAPTER 1
Her hair was a brilliant green. So was her spectacularly filled halter.
So were her tight short-shorts, her lipstick, and the lacquer on her finger-and toe-nails. As she strolled into the Main of the starship, followed hesitantly by the other girl, she drove a mental probe at the black-haired, powerfully-built man seated at the instrument-banked console.
Blocked.
Then at the other, slenderer man who was rising to his feet from the pilot"s bucket seat. His guard was partially down; he was telepathing a pleasant, if somewhat reserved greeting to both newcomers.
She turned to her companion and spoke aloud. "So _these_ are the system"s best." The emphasis was somewhere between condescension and sneer. "Not much to choose between, I"d say ... "port me a tenth-piece, Clee? Heads, I take the tow-head."
She flipped the coin dexterously. "Heads it is, Lola, so I get Jim--James James James the Ninth himself. You have the honor of pairing with Clee--or should I say His Learnedness Right the Honorable Director Doctor Cleander Simmsworth Garlock, Doctor of Philosophy, Doctor of Science, Prime Operator, President and First Fellow of the Galaxian Society, First Fellow of the Gunther Society, Fellow of the Inst.i.tute of Paraphysics, of the Inst.i.tute of Nuclear Physics, of the College of Mathematics, of the Congress of Psionicists, and of all the other top-bracket brain-gangs you ever heard of? Also, for your information, his men have given him a couple of informal degrees--P.D.Q. and s...o...b.."
The big psionicist"s expression of saturnine, almost contemptuous amus.e.m.e.nt had not changed; his voice came flat and cold. "The less you say, Doctor Bellamy, the better. Obstinate, swell-headed women give me an acute rectal pain. Pitching your curves over all the vizzies in s.p.a.ce got you aboard, but it won"t get you a thing from here on. And for your information, Doctor Bellamy, one more crack like that and I take you over my knee and blister your f.a.n.n.y."
"Try it, you big, clumsy, muscle-bound gorilla!" she jeered. "_That_ I want to see! Any time you want to get both arms broken at the elbows, just try it!"
"Now"s as good a time as any. I like your spirit, babe, but I can"t say a thing for your judgment." He got up and started purposefully toward her, but both non-combatants came between.
"Jet back, Clee!" James protested, both hands against the heavier man"s chest. "What the h.e.l.l kind of show is _that_ to put on?" And, simultaneously:
"Belle! Shame on you! Picking a fight already, and with n.o.body knows how many million people looking on! You know as well as I do that we may have to spend the rest of our lives together, so act like civilized beings--please--both of you! And don"t...."
"n.o.body"s watching this but us," Garlock interrupted. "When p.u.s.s.y there started using her claws I cut the gun."
"That"s what _you_ think," James said sharply, "but Fatso and his number one girl friend are coming in on the tight beam."
"Oh?" Garlock whirled toward the hitherto dark and silent three-dimensional communications instrument. The face of a bossy-looking woman was already bright.
"Garlock! How _dare_ you try to cut Chancellor Ferber off?" she demanded. Her voice was deep-pitched, blatant with authority. "Here you are, sir."
The woman"s face shifted to one side and a man"s appeared--a face to justify in full the nickname "Fatso."
""Fatso", eh?" Chancellor Ferber snarled. Pale eyes glared from the fat face. "That costs you exactly one thousand credits, James."
"How much will this cost me, Fatso?" Garlock asked.
"Five thousand--and, since n.o.body can call me that deliberately, demotion three grades and probation for three years. Make a note, Miss Foster."
"Noted, sir."
"Still sure we aren"t going anywhere," Garlock said. "_What_ a brain!"
"Sure I"m sure!" Ferber gloated. "In a couple of hours I"m going to buy your precious starship in as junk. In the meantime, whether you like it or not, I"m going to watch your expression while you push all those pretty b.u.t.tons and nothing happens."
"The trouble with you, Fatso," Garlock said dispa.s.sionately, as he opened a drawer and took out a pair of cutting pliers, "is that all your strength is in your glands and none in your alleged brain. There are a lot of things--including a lot of tests--you know nothing about. How much will you see after I"ve cut one wire?"
"You wouldn"t dare!" the fat man shouted. "I"d fire you--blacklist you all over the sys...."
Voice and images died away and Garlock turned to the two women in the Main. He began to smile, but his mental shield did not weaken.
"You"ve got a point there, Lola," he said, going on as though Ferber"s interruption had not occurred. "Not that I blame either Belle or myself.
If anything was ever calculated to drive a man nuts, this farce was. As the only female Prime in the system, Belle should have been in automatically--she had no compet.i.tion. And to anybody with three brain cells working the other place lay between you, Lola, and the other three female Ops in the age group.
"But no. Ferber and the rest of the Board--stupidity _uber alles_!--think all us Ops and Primes are psycho and that the ship will never even lift. So they made a Grand Circus of it. But they succeeded in one thing--with such abysmal stupidity so rampant I"m getting more and more reconciled to the idea of our not getting back--at least, for a long, long time."
"Why, they said we had a very good chance...." Lola began.
"Yeah, and they said a lot of even bigger d.a.m.n lies than that one. Have you read any of my papers?"
"I"m sorry. I"m not a mathematician."
"Our motion will be purely at random. If it isn"t, I"ll eat this whole ship. We won"t get back until Jim and I work out something to steer us with. But they must be wondering no end, outside, what the score is, so I"m willing to call it a draw--temporarily--and let "em in again. How about it, Belle?"
"A draw it is--temporarily." Neither, however, even offered to shake hands.
"Smile pretty, everybody," Garlock said, and pressed a stud.
"... the matter? What"s the matter? Oh...." the worried voice of the System"s ace newscaster came in. "Power failure _already_?"
"No," Garlock replied. "I figured we had a couple of minutes of privacy coming, if you can understand the meaning of the word. Now all four of us tell everybody who is watching or listening _au revoir_ or good-bye, whichever it may turn out to be." He reached for the switch.
"Wait a minute!" the newscaster demanded. "Leave it on until the last poss...." His voice broke off sharply.
"Turn it back on!" Belle ordered.
"Nix."
"Scared?" she sneered.
"You chirped it, bird-brain. I"m scared purple. So would you be, if you had three brain cells working in that glory-hound"s head of yours. Get set, everybody, and we"ll take off."
"Stop it, both of you!" Lola exclaimed. "Where do you want us to sit, and do we strap down?"