"They"ll give us medals. That"s what they"ll do. For safe delivery of one million tons of tractor fuel, you two fine specimens of manhood are hereby presented with the Order of the Oil. And for your courageous service in delivering two million tons of potato fertilizer, you are also awarded the shield of--"
"Never mind," Banner said. "It could be worse. They could"ve saddled us with a Bean Brain. Come on. Let"s go to some bar and get sober. We"re leaving for freight duty at 1700."
The Bean Brain met them at the air lock. "Name is Arnold. Here"s my orders." Banner stared at Warcraft, Warcraft stared at Arnold.
"Get inside," said Banner.
The Bean Brain smiled, "Er ... could you sort of lead the way? I"ve never been inside a ship before. If you got some kind of can, it would save a mess. I"ll probably vomit a while."
They stopped calling him Bean Brain three days later. He was still sick, miserably s.p.a.cesick, and neither Banner nor Warcraft had the heart to keep needling him. On the fourth day he managed to get up and around. They ate their first meal together that day. "Let"s get something straight right off the bat," Banner said. "Neither Warcraft nor I got anything against you "cept prejudice. That right, Warcraft?"
"Right," Warcraft said.
"In short," continued Banner, between puffs on a cigarette, "all we know is what we"ve heard."
"And that"s not good," said Warcraft.
"Item one," said Banner, blowing smoke at the ceiling ventilator. "Patrol Command came up with the Bean Brain idea about six months ago. Patrol Command, in its infinite wisdom, has never seen fit to explain why Bean Brains are sometimes a.s.signed, evidently at random, to small patrol vessels such as this. The orders always state that the "pa.s.senger" will accompany pilot and co-pilot throughout the entire trip, will obey orders, yet is equal in rank to the ship"s commanding officer. The Bean Brain has no duties aboard. This seems to make sense, at least, since Bean Brains aren"t trained for anything and can"t do anything."
"Item two," said Banner, taking his eyes off the ceiling and pointing a finger at Arnold. "I have, or had, two good friends--both patrol captains--who had the honor of taxiing Bean Brains around the universe. One never came back. The other, Captain Slatkin, came back and got a big medal for reasons he"ll never talk about."
"And Slatkin liked to brag," said Warcraft, knowingly.
Arnold stood up slowly. He was a small man, but as he looked up at the ship"s pilot and co-pilot, he gave both the impression of height and strength. "I"ll tell you something, too," he said, speaking slowly as if in pain. "I don"t know why Bean Brains are a.s.signed to ships like this either. I"ve never been told. I took the job because I didn"t like what I was doing before. I"ve never had any real training, and this seemed like a chance to do something that sounded like fun.
"Like I said, I"ve never been told anything. They tested me for a lot of things, then gave me my orders and told me to come along. And if you"re wondering, I flunked the ESP tests, so there"s nothing there. You want to consider me dead weight? O.K., your privilege. Leave me alone if you want to, I"ll do the same. Be friendly, I"ll be friendly. Ask me to help. I"ll do my best."
Then he got up and went back to his bunk.
During the next six weeks, Arnold spent most of the time in his bunk, scanning tapes from the ship"s micro-library on an overhead viewer. At meal times he was polite, offering no further information about himself, yet entering into any conversation that centered around such trivia as terrestrial sports, taxes, money, liquor, food, government agencies. By mutual, if silent, agreement, neither women nor work were discussed.
Working in the ship"s control room, sometimes together, sometimes spelling each other, Banner and Warcraft speculated bitterly and endlessly about their pa.s.senger. Theories to explain his presence--most of them propounded by Warcraft--were created, torn apart, modified, exploded, in giant sequences of effort which left both men finally exhausted and tired of the whole business.
On the second day of the seventh week out, their ennui vanished. A ship was picked up by the spec-spanner, and at their delight at the break in routine, they summoned Arnold up to the cabin.
"Take a good look," said Banner, "it"s an Ankorbadian ship. Probably the first and last you"ll ever see." Arnold watched as Banner"s finger tracked a slowly moving point of light across a recessed ceiling screen.
"Yes, sir," said Warcraft, "you are looking at the representatives of mankind"s only sibling. The n.o.ble Ankorbades." Then he recited in a singsong voice: "A simple race the Ankorbades They wear no clothes and live in caves But out in s.p.a.ce they do in minutes What our ships do at speeds infinite."
"Cultural paranoia," added Warcraft.
"Huh?"
"I mean just what I said. You and a million others recite that ditty, or variations of it every day of the week. It all adds up to the fact that the world is full of small-egged animals who for ten years have done nothing but just scream that we"re about to be attacked by the savage Ankorbades."
"Tch, tch," said Banner, "treason, my lieutenant, treason. Of you I had expected at least a show of chauvinism."
"Stop tch-tching me," Warcraft said irritably. "You"ve known how I felt about this mess for a long time."
"Yes, indeed," said Banner, yawning, "ever since you took that micro-course in culturology you have insights into the situation denied to the rest of the race."
"Anyway," Warcraft said, making a small adjustment on the screen, "you and countless other atavisms are reacting in a very predictable way. Since you can"t reconcile the naked Ankorbades and their superior technology, and since they are alien to point of showing no interest whatsoever in our elaborate art, inst.i.tutions, rituals--"
"And since," piped up Arnold, startling both men, "the human unconscious can"t help but equate nakedness with savagery, we have armed our mighty planet to the teeth, convinced that Armageddon is around the corner."
"Well," said the surprised Warcraft.
"Where"d you pick that up," asked Banner.
"From Captain Slatkin," said Arnold, smiling. "I met him when I was indoctrinated. He took the same micro-course in culturology. "Course, he only believed that stuff when he was scared."
"Oh, you don"t say," said Banner. "Tell us, my little friend, are you too, convinced that Armageddon is around the corner? Not that I really think you"re capable of having an opinion."
"I got plenty of opinions, all right," said Arnold quietly, staring at his shoes. "Opinion number one is this: We"re not really at war yet, but within the past two years, fifty-six patrol ships have disappeared in the vicinity of our friendly neighbor."
"That"s not an opinion," Banner said. "And disappeared can mean a lot of things."
"Opinion number two," continued Arnold, scratching himself under an arm. "About the only diplomatic relations we got with them animals is when they write a note complaining about some Patrol ship getting too close to some piece of dirt in their system."
"Speaking of that, you"ll have to excuse me for a moment," Warcraft said.
"Stop clowning," snapped Banner. "Listen to him. Here"s your chance to get some insight into the nature of the thorn in your side. Go on, Bean Brain. Any more opinions?"
"Yeah. If you"re such a wise guy, tell me why you"re here right now. Why?" Arnold"s mouth screwed itself into a knowing, bitter smile. "When both of you were children you heard the story about the Big Fleet. So you made it into the Patrol, spent the rest of your life training, looking, thinking that some day--"
Warcraft broke in, "That tale about an Ankorbadian fleet build-up has been discredited a full thousand times. When they pried that crazy scout out of his ship, he was an hour away from the crematorium. You try spending forty-six days in s.p.a.ce without food or water sometime! You"ll see hidden a.r.s.enals of alien ships till h.e.l.l won"t have it."
"And," added Banner, "where is this fleet build-up supposed to take place? The patrol has had every planet in reachable s.p.a.ce under scheduled surveillance for the past twenty years. You don"t hide a thousand S-type cruisers in somebody"s pocket."
"So n.o.body"s scared, huh?" said Arnold. "So the entire s.p.a.ce command has been playing footsie all over the galaxy for twenty years looking for a thousand ships that aren"t there in the first place, huh?"
"Routine surveillance," said Warcraft.
"A thousand ships," said Arnold, slapping his sweating forehead. "They"ll burn through our defense system like--"
"You"re a paranoid rabble rouser," said Banner lightly. "We"ve got work to do up here. How about getting back to your bunk?"
Two days later they made scheduled contact with the caravan of potato fertilizer and tractor fuel. One thousand sleds, in tandem, were in proper orbit two hundred miles above Sedor II. Their orders provided for a landing on the planet and a short ship-leave, at the discretion of the ship"s pilot to refresh personnel.
Banner and Harcraft decided against landing. All necessary contact, now that they were out of hyperdrive, could be accomplished with the ship"s radio. Short planetfalls were, psychologically, more trouble than they were worth, often destroying the hard-earned, delicate s.p.a.ce orientation which was their only defense against the abysmal boredom.
"It"s a dull place anyway," explained Harcraft to Arnold, who had come up to the control room. "It"s a mining and processing settlement. Maybe five hundred families altogether. Got a funny religion, too."
"Huh, what kind?"
"Well," began Harcraft breezily, "sort of sacrificial you might say. They believe in killing strangers who annoy their women."
"A dull place," agreed Arnold, wiping his nose with his sleeve.
"Speaking of religion," said Banner, "I just talked to their monitor on the radio. They"ve picked up twelve big ships on their scanner during the past two days."
"Ankorbades?" asked Arnold quickly.
"Uh-huh. But not what you think. It"s Easter time or some such thing at home. They all return to the home planet and stay there for about thirty days in the spring. Religious festival."
"Oh, yeah. They paint themselves blue and howl at both of their moons for a month. I read about it once."
"We"ll be home, too, pretty soon," ventured Harcraft, for whom the return journey was subjectively always short.
"Let"s. .h.i.tch up to those sleds," Banner said. "It"s time to get going."
Four weeks later two of the fertilizer sleds went out of phase and automatically cut the ship out of hyperdrive.
"A welcome diversion," said Banner to Harcraft, "you are now about to meet your mortal enemy face to face."
"Manual labor? Never," said Harcraft, a.s.suming the pose of a man bravely facing the firing squad. "Patrol duty is my lifeblood. Even freight duty such as this I can stomach. But manual labor! Please captain, let the air out of the ship, if you will, but never shall these hands--"
"Somebody call me?" asked Arnold, appearing silently.
"Yeah," said Banner, "how"d you like to help?"
"Sure, what you got."
"Couple sleds are out of phase. You and Harcraft are going to slip into suits and go out and find the trouble."
Arnold shrugged, "O.K. with me, when do we start?"
"Pretty quick," said Banner, who had turned to look at the ship"s spec-scanner. "Looks like we"re in a belt of meteorites. We"ll be able to match velocities, but we could still be creamed if the path gets too eccentric. Show him the way, Harcraft. I don"t want to take any longer than necessary, either. Understand?"
Fifteen minutes later, both Arnold and Harcraft were out of the air lock, each clutching a new phase unit. Harcraft called instructions to Arnold over his suit"s inter-com, but within minutes the smaller man was, if anything, more adept at the business of maneuvering himself through the void than his teacher. They replaced the phase unit in the first sled--the fiftieth from the ship--with Harcraft doing the work and Arnold watching.
"Can you do the next one alone?" Harcraft asked.
"Easy as pie," Arnold said. "Where is it?"
"About two hundred sleds farther back. Numbers on the side. Number two hundred sixty-three. Can you remember?"
"I ain"t dumb. Where you gonna be?"
"Back in the ship. We"ll be waiting for you."
Back again in the control cabin with Banner, Harcraft was about to congratulate himself on inventing the apprentice system, when a piercing scream brought both men to their feet. "It"s Arnold," Banner said. "Arnold, you all right?"
Harcraft pushed Banner away from the speaker. "Arnold, what"s wrong, you O.K.?" The speaker remained silent.
"You better suit up," Banner said quietly.
"Yeah," Harcraft said, staring dumbly at the speaker. "Yeah, I better suit up."
"Wait. Better take a look on the viewscreen."
"Hey, he"s coming this way! Quick, get ready at the air lock!"
It was fifteen minutes before they could get anything out of him, and then he wasn"t too coherent. They gave him an injection of herodine to quiet him down, but his eyes still rolled wildly and all he could manage was: "Big hunk of rock ... big hunk of rock ... rock, quick ... monkey ships."
"Any idea what he"s talking about?"
"No," Banner said thoughtfully. "There was a sizable meteorite that came pretty close while you were on your way back to the ship, but I"d already tracked it before either one of you went outside."
"How close?"
"Hm-m-m. Visually, a dozen kilometers, I"d guess. I could run the tape if you--"
"Velocities almost the same?" asked Harcraft, who was now fiddling with the viewscreen controls.
"Yeah. Shouldn"t be too hard to find. How about lugging Bean Brain back to his bunk. I"ll run the tape, then you can plot it on the screen."
When Harcraft returned to the control cabin, Banner had already plotted it on the screen.
"I"ll say it"s a big piece of rock! About four kilometers in diameter."
"Yeah, but nothing out of order."
"Uh-huh. Let me turn up the magnification a little and see if--" Banner watched as Harcraft turned control b.u.t.tons, skillfully increasing magnification without losing the held of view. Suddenly, the object exploded into iridescence. "What--"
"Watch," Harcraft said. He b.u.mped the magnification as much as he dared.
"The Ankorbadian fleet," said Banner between clenched teeth.
They spent the next hour scanning the ship"s micro-library for anything at all on Ankorbadian religious practices. There was nothing. Arnold awoke in another hour and seemed remarkably free of hysteria.
"What do you know about our friends" religious holiday?" asked Banner. "We checked the library without any luck."
Arnold scratched the side of his face. "Lemme think. Yeah, I remember. They go home to celebrate spring, like you said."
"They all go home?"
"Uh-huh. They got to. Only time they can mate. Only place, too."
"How long they stay? I"ve heard it"s about one of our months, but we have to know exactly."