"Exactly. Because actually we are mostly empty s.p.a.ce. All the particles are far apart and your particles and mine and Tritt"s can all melt together because each set fits into the empty s.p.a.ces around the other set. The reason matter doesn"t fly apart altogether is that the tiny particles do manage to cling together across the s.p.a.ce that separates them. There are attractive forces holding them together, the strongest being one we call the nuclear-force. It holds the chief subatomic particles very very tightly together in bunches that are spread widely apart and that are held together by weaker forces. Do you understand that?" tightly together in bunches that are spread widely apart and that are held together by weaker forces. Do you understand that?"
"Only a little bit," said Dua.
"Well never mind, we can go back later... . Matter can exist in different states. It can be especially spread out, as in Emotionals; as in you, Dua, It can be a little less spread out, as in Rationals and in Parentals. Or still less so, as in rock. It can be very compressed or thick, as in the Hard Ones. That"s why they"re hard. They are filled with particles."
"You mean there"s no empty s.p.a.ce in them."
"No, that"s not quite what I mean," said Odeen, puzzled as to how to make matter clearer. "They still have a great deal of empty s.p.a.ce, but not as much as we do. Particles need a certain amount of empty s.p.a.ce and if all they have is that much, then other particles can"t squeeze in. If particles are forced in, there is pain. That"s why the Hard Ones don"t like to be touched 1?y us. We Soft Ones have more more s.p.a.ce between the particles than are actually needed, so other particles can fit in." s.p.a.ce between the particles than are actually needed, so other particles can fit in."
Dua didn"t look at all certain about that. Odeen hastened onward. "In the other Universe, the rules are different. The nuclear-force isn"t as strong as in ours. That means the particles need more room."
"Why?"
Odeen shook his head, "Because-because-the particles spread out their wave-forms more. I can"t explain better than that. With a weaker nuclear-force, the particles need more room and two pieces of matter can"t melt together as easily as they can in our Universe."
"Can we see the other Universe?"
"Oh, no. That isn"t possible. We can deduce its nature from its basic laws. The Hard Ones can do a great many things, though. We can send material across, and get material from them. We can study their material, you see. And we can set up the Positron Pump. You know about that, don"t you?"
"Well, you"ve told me we get energy out of it. I didn"t know there was a different Universe involved. . . . What is" the other Universe like? Do they have stars and worlds the way we do?"
"That"s an excellent question, Dua." Odeen was enjoying his role as teacher more intensely than usual now that he had official encouragement to speak. (Earlier he always had the feeling that there was a kind of sneaking perversion in trying to explain things to an Emotional.) He said, "We can"t see the other Universe, but we can calculate what it must be like from its laws. You see, what makes the stars, shine is the gradual combination of simple particle-combinations into more complicated ones. We call it nuclear fusion."
"Do they have that in the other Universe?"
"Yes, but because the nuclear-force is weaker, fusion is much slower. This means that the stars must be much, much bigger in the other Universe otherwise not enough fusion would take place to make them shine. Stars of the other Universe that were no bigger than our Sun would be cold and dead. On the other hand, if stars in our Universe were bigger than they are, the amount of fusion would be so great it would blow them up. That means that in our Universe there must be thousands of times as many small stars as there are larger stars in theirs-"
"We only have seven-" began Dua. Then she said, "I forgot."
Odeen smiled indulgently. It was so easy to forget the uncounted stars that could not be seen except by special instruments. "That"s all right. You don"t mind my boring you with all this."
"You"re not boring me," said Dua. "Love it. It even makes food taste so good." And she wavered between the electrodes with a kind of luxurious tremor. it. It even makes food taste so good." And she wavered between the electrodes with a kind of luxurious tremor.
Odeen, who had never before heard Dua say anything complimentary about food, was greatly heartened. He said, "Of course, our Universe doesn"t last as long as theirs. Fusion goes so fast that all the particles are combined after a million lifetimes."
"But there are so many other stars."
"Ah, but you see they"re all going at once. The whole Universe is dying down. In the other Universe, with so many fewer and larger stars, the fusion goes so slowly that the stars last thousands and millions of times as long as ours. It"s hard to compare because it may be that time goes at different rates in the two Universes." He added, with some reluctance, "I don"t understand that part myself. That"s part of the Estwald Theory and I haven"t got to that very much so far."
"Did Estwald work out all of this?"
"A great deal of it."
Dua said, "It"s wonderful that we"re getting the food from the other Universe then. I mean, it doesn"t matter if our Sun dies out, then. We can get all the food we want from the other Universe."
"That"s right."
,"But does nothing bad happen? I have the-the feeling that something bad happens."
"Well," said Odeen. "We transfer matter back and forth to make the Positron Pump and that means the Universes mix together a little. Our nuclear-force gets a tiny bit weaker, so fusion in our Sun slows up a little and the Sun cools down a little faster.... But just a little, and we don"t need it any more anyway."
"That"s not the something-bad feeling I have. If the nuclear-force gets a tiny bit weaker, then the atoms take up more room-is that right?-and then what happens to melting?"
"That gets a tiny bit harder but it would take many millions of lifetimes before it would get noticeably harder to melt. Even if someday melting became impossible and Soft Ones died out, that would happen long, long after we would all have died out for lack of food if we weren"t using the other Universe."
"That"s still not the something-bad-feeling-" Dua"s words were beginning to slur. She wriggled between her electrodes and to Odeen"s gratified eyes she seemed noticeably larger and compacter. It was as though his words, as well as the food, were nourishing her.
Losten was right! Education made her more nearly satisfied with life; Odeen could sense a kind of sensual joy in Dua that he had scarcely ever felt before.
She said, "It is so kind of you to explain, Odeen. You are a good left-ling."
"Do you want me to go on?" asked Odeen, flattered and more pleased than he could easily say. "Is there anything else you want to ask?"
"A great deal, Odeen, but-but not now. Not now, Odeen. Oh, Odeen, do you know what I want to do?"
Odeen guessed at once, but was too cautious to say it openly. Dua"s moments of erotic advance were too few to treat with anything but care. He hoped desperately that Tritt had not involved himself with the children to the point where they could not take advantage of this.
But Tritt was in the chamber already. Had he been outside the door, waiting? He did not care. There was no time to think.
Dua had flowed out from between the electrodes and Odeen"s senses were filled with her beauty. She was between them, now, and through her Tritt shimmered, with his outlines flaming in incredible color.
It had never been like this. Never.
Odeen held himself back desperately, letting his own substance flow through Dua and into Tritt an atom at a time; holding away from the overpowering penetrance of Dua with every bit of strength; not giving himself up to the ecstasy, but letting it be wrenched from him; hanging on to his consciousness to the last possible moment; and then blanking out in one final transport so intense as to feel like an explosion echoing and reverberating endlessly within him.
Never in the lifetime of the triad had the period of melt-unconsciousness lasted so long.
3c Tritt was pleased. The melting had been so satisfactory. All previous occasions seemed skimpy and hollow in comparison. He was utterly delighted with what had happened. Yet he kept quiet. He felt it better not to speak.
Odeen and Dua were happy, too. Tritt could tell. Even the children seemed to be glowing.
But Tritt was happiest of all-naturally.
He listened to Odeen and Dua talk. He understood none of it, but that didn"t matter. He didn"t mind that they seemed so pleased with each other. He had his own pleasure and was content to listen.
Dua said, on one occasion. "And do they really try to communicate with us?"
(Tritt never got it quite clear who "they" might be. He gathered that "communicate" was a fancy word for "talk." So why didn"t they say "talk"? Sometimes he wondered if he should interrupt. But if he asked questions, Odeen would only say, "Now, Tritt," and Dua would swirl impatiently.) "Oh, yes," said Odeen. "The Hard Ones are quite sure of that. They have markings on the material that is sent us sometimes and they say that it is perfectly possible to communicate by such markings. Long ago, in fact, they used markings in reverse, when it was necessary to explain to the other-beings how to set up their part of the Positron Pump."
"I wonder what the other-beings look like. What do they look like, do you suppose?"
"From the laws we can work out the nature of the stars! because that is simple. But how can we work out the nature of the beings? We can never know."
"Couldn"t they communicate what they look like?"
"If we understood what they communicated, perhaps we could make out something. But we don"t understand." Dua seemed aggrieved. "Don"t the Hard Ones understand?"
"I don"t know. If they do, they haven"t told me so. Losten once told me it didn"t matter what they were like, as long as the Positron Pump worked and was enlarged."
"Maybe he just didn"t want you bothering him." Odeen said, huffily. "I don"t bother him."
"Oh, you know what I mean. He just didn"t want to get into those details."
By that time Tritt could no longer listen. They went on arguing for quite awhile over whether the Hard Ones should let Dua look at the markings or not Dua said that she could sense what they said, perhaps.
It made Tritt a little angry. After all, Dua was only a Soft One and not even a Rational. He began to wonder if Odeen was right to tell her all he did. It gave Dua funny ideas- Dua could see it made Odeen angry, too. First he laughed. Then he said that an Emotional couldn"t handle such complicated things. Then he refused to talk at all. Dua had to be very pleasant to him for a while till he came around.
On one occasion it was Dua who was angry-absolutely furious.
It began quietly. In fact, it was on one of the occasions when the two children were with them. Odeen was letting them play with him. He didn"t even mind when little-right Torun pulled at him. In fact, he let himself go in most undignified fashion. He didn"t seem to mind that he was all out of shape. It was a sure sign he was pleased. Tritt remained in a corner, resting, and was so satisfied with what was happening.
Dua laughed at Odeen"s misshapenness. She let her own substance touch Odeen"s k.n.o.bbishness flirtatiously. She knew very well, Tritt knew, that the leftish surface was sensitive when out of ovoid.
Dua said, "I"ve been thinking, Odeen ... If the other Universe gets its laws into ours just a bit through the Positron Pump, doesn"t our Universe get its laws into theirs the same little bit?"
Odeen howled at Dua"s touch and tried to avoid her without upsetting the little ones. He gasped, "I can"t answer unless you stop, you mid-ling wretch."
She stopped, and he said, "That"s a very very good thought, Dua. You"re an amazing creature. It"s true, of course. The mixture goes both ways.... Tritt take out the little ones, will you?" good thought, Dua. You"re an amazing creature. It"s true, of course. The mixture goes both ways.... Tritt take out the little ones, will you?"
But they scurried off by themselves. They were not such little ones. They were quite grown. Annis would soon be starting his education and Torun was quite Parentally-blockish already.
Tritt stayed and thought Dua looked very beautiful when Odeen talked to her in this way.
Dua said, "If the other laws slow down our Sun and cool them down; don"t our laws speed up their suns and heat them up?"
"Exactly right, Dua. A Rational couldn"t do better."
"How hot do their suns get?"
"Oh, not much; just slightly hotter, very slightly Dua said, "But that"s where I keep getting the something-bad feeling."
"Oh, well, the trouble is that their suns are so huge. H our little suns get a little cooler, it doesn"t matter. Even if they turned off altogether, it wouldn"t matter as long as we have the Positron Pump. With great, huge stars, though, getting even a little hotter is troublesome. There is so much material in one of those stars that turning up the nuclear fusion even a little way will make it explode."
"Explode! But then what happens to the people?"
"What people?"
"The people in the other Universe."
For a moment, Odeen looked blank, then he said, "I don"t know."
"Well, what would happen if our own Sun exploded?"
"It couldn"t explode."
(Tritt wondered what all the excitement was about How could a Sun explode? Dua seemed angrier and Odeen looked confused.) Dua said, "But if it did? did? Would it get very hot?" Would it get very hot?"
"I suppose so."
"Wouldn"t it kill us all?"
Odeen hesitated and then said in clear annoyance, "What difference does it make, Dua? Our Sun isn"t exploding, and don"t ask silly questions."
"You told told me to ask questions, Odeen, and it me to ask questions, Odeen, and it does does make a difference, because the Positron Pump works both ways. We need their end as much as ours." make a difference, because the Positron Pump works both ways. We need their end as much as ours."
Odeen stared at her. "I never told you that"
"I feel it."
Odeen said, "You feel a great many things. Dua-"
But Dua was shouting now. She was quite beside herself. Tritt had never seen her like that She said, "Don"t change the subject, Odeen. And don"t withdraw and try to make me out a complete fool-just another Emotional. You said I was almost like a Rational and I"m enough like one to see that the Positron Pump won"t work without the other-beings. If the people in the other Universe are destroyed, the Positron Pump will stop and our Sun will be colder than ever and well all starve. Don"t you think that"s important?"
Odeen was shouting too, now. "That shows what you you know. We need their help because the energy supply is in low concentration and we have to switch matter. If the Sun in the other Universe explodes, there"ll be an enormous flood of energy; a huge flood that will last for a million lifetimes. There will be so much energy, we could tap it directly without any matter-shift either way; so we know. We need their help because the energy supply is in low concentration and we have to switch matter. If the Sun in the other Universe explodes, there"ll be an enormous flood of energy; a huge flood that will last for a million lifetimes. There will be so much energy, we could tap it directly without any matter-shift either way; so we don"t don"t need them, and it need them, and it doesn"t doesn"t matter what happens-" matter what happens-"
They were almost touching now. Tritt was horrified. He had better say something, make them get apart, talk to them. He couldn"t think of anything to say. Then it turned out he didn"t have to.
There was a Hard One just outside the cavern. No, three of them. They had been trying to talk and hadn"t made themselves heard.
Tritt shrieked, "Odeen. Dua."
Then he remained quiet, trembling. He had a frightened notion of what the Hard Ones had come to talk about. He decided to leave.
But a Hard One put out one of his permanent, opaque appendages and said, "Don"t go."
It sounded harsh, unfriendly. Tritt was more frightened than ever.
4a Dua was filled with anger; so filled she could scarcely sense the Hard Ones. She seemed stifled under the components of the anger, each one filling her to the brim, separately. There was a sense of wrongness that Odeen should try to lie to her. A sense of wrongness that a whole world of people should die. A sense of wrongness that it was so easy for her to learn and that she had never been allowed to.
Since that first time in the rock, she had gone twice more to the Hard-caverns. Twice more, unnoticed, she had buried herself in rock, and each time she sensed and knew, knew, and each time when Odeen would explain matters to her, she knew in advance what it was he would explain. and each time when Odeen would explain matters to her, she knew in advance what it was he would explain.
Why couldn"t they teach her, then, as they had taught Odeen? Why only the Rationals? Did she possess the capacity to learn only because she was a Left-Em, a perverted mid-ling? Then let them teach her, perversion and all It was wrong wrong to leave her ignorant. to leave her ignorant.
Finally, the words of the Hard One were breaking through to her. Losten was there, but it was not he speaking. It was a strange Hard One, in front, who spoke. She did not know him, but she knew few of them.
The Hard One said, "Which of you have been in the lower caverns recently: the Hard caverns?"
Dua was defiant. They found out about her rock-rubbing and she didn"t care. Let them tell everybody. She would do so herself. She said, "I have. Many times." have. Many times."
"Alone?" said the Hard One calmly.
"Alone. Many times," snapped Dua. It was only three times, but she didn"t care.
Odeen muttered, "I have, of course, been to the lower caverns on occasion."
The Hard One seemed to ignore that. He turned to Tritt instead and said sharply. "And you, right?"
Tritt quavered, "Yes, Hard-sir."