The Hitch Hikers.
by Vernon L. McCain.
_The Rell, a great and ancient Martian race, faced extinction when all moisture was swept from their planet. Then, one day, a lone visitor--a strange, two-legged creature composed mostly of water--landed on Mars..._
BY VERNON L. MC CAIN
The dehydration of the planet had taken centuries in all. The Rell had still been a great race when the process started. Construction of the ca.n.a.ls was a prodigious feat but not a truly remarkable one. But what use are even ca.n.a.ls when there is nothing to fill them?
What cosmic influences might have caused the disaster baffled even the group-mind of the Rell. Through the eons the atmosphere had drifted into s.p.a.ce; and with it went the life-giving moisture. Originally a liquid paradise, the planet was now a dry, hostile husk.
The large groups of Rell had been the first to suffer. But in time even the tiny villages containing mere quadrillions of the submicroscopic ent.i.ties had found too little moisture left to satisfy their thirst and the journey ever southward toward the pole had commenced.
The new life was bitter and difficult and as their resources were depleted so also did their numbers diminish.
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Huddled at their last retreat the Rell watched the ever smaller ice cap annually diminish and lived with the knowledge they faced extinction. A mere thousand years more would see even this trifling remainder gone.
Oh, you might say there was hope ... of a sort. There might be Rell in the northern hemisphere. The ca.n.a.ls girdled the globe and a similar ice cap could well exist at the opposite pole. Rell perhaps survived there also.
But this was scant comfort. The fate of the Rell in the South was sealed. What hope of any brighter future for those in the North? And if they survived a few hundred thousand years longer ... or if they had perished a similar period earlier, what actual difference did it make?
There was no one more aware of this gloomy future than Raeillo/ee13.
In the old days a single unit of the group-mind of the Rell would have possessed but a single function and exercised this function perhaps a dozen times during his life. But due to the inexorable shrinkage only the most important problems now could command mind-action and each unit had been forced to forsake specialization for multi-purpose endeavors.
Thus Raeillo/ee13 and his mate Raellu//2 were two of the five thousand units whose task was to multiply in any group-mind action involving mathematical prediction. Naturally Raeillo/ee13 and Raellu//2 did not waste their abilities in mundane problems not involving prediction. Nor did they divide, add, or subtract. That was a.s.signed to other units just as several million of the upper groups had the task of sorting and interpreting their results. Raeillo/ee13 and Raellu//2 multiplied only.
And it must be admitted they did it very well. It is a pity the Rell could not have multiplied physically as easily as Raeillo/ee13 and Raellu//2 multiplied mentally.
With the exception of an occasional comet or meteor the Rell were seldom diverted by anything of a physical nature. The ice cap was their sole concern.
But one afternoon a rare physical phenomenon was reported by a bank of observer Rell.
"In the sky"s northwest portion," an excited injunction came through.
"Observe that patch of flaming red!"
More observer Rell were quickly focused on the novel sight and further data was rapidly fed into the interpretive bank.
The Rell were justifiably proud of their interpreters. With the race shrinkage it had proved impossible to properly train new interpreters.
So, not without a great deal of sacrifice, the old interpreters, dating back to when the ca.n.a.ls still flowed with water, had been kept alive.
They were incredibly ancient but there was no doubt as to their ability.
It was a truism among the Rell that the interpretive banks arrived at their conclusions faster than any other group and that these conclusions could be checked to hundreds of decimal places without finding inaccuracy.
So it was no surprise to have the interpretive bank respond almost instantly, "It is quite odd but the flame appears to be of artificial origin."
"Artificial!" came the rough and questing probe of the speculative bank.
"But how could Rell possibly be out there?"
"Who mentioned Rell?" was the interpretive bank"s smug answer. They were not utterly averse to demonstrating their superior mental abilities on occasion.
The speculative bank replied, "Artificial implies intelligence, and intelligence means Rell..."
"Does it?" the interpretive bank interrupted. The speculative bank waited but the interpretive bank failed to enlarge on the provocative query.
The Rell had found certain disadvantages accrued to abnormal prolongation of life and thus were not unused to the interpretive bank"s occasional tendency to talk in riddles.
"Perhaps not," the speculative bank replied after a quick check with the logical formulae held in reserve by the historical bank. "It is theoretically possible that Rell-like individuals might have developed elsewhere, and perhaps even have developed intelligence, although, according to the historical bank, such an idea has never before been subjected to consideration. But what is the flame doing?" they continued, a trifle resentful at having been left to do work properly in the interpretive bank"s province.
The observation and interpretive banks once more came into play, studying the situation for several minutes. "The flame appears to be the exhaust of a fairly crude vessel," the interpretive bank finally reported, "propelled by ignition of some gaseous mixture."
"Is it moving?"
"Quite rapidly."
"Where is it going?"
This called into play the prophecy division of the mind and Raeillo/ee13 and Raellu//2, who had been merely interested onlookers before, hurriedly meshed themselves with the other forty nine hundred odd of their fellows. (It was impossible to say at any given time just how many there were in their computer section, as several births and deaths had occurred among the group since beginning the current observations. These would be suspended for the next several moments, however, as there was a strict prohibition against anyone being born, dying, or otherwise engaging in extraneous activity while their particular bank was either alerted or in action.)
Raeillo/ee13 and Raellu//2 felt the group discipline take hold much more firmly than the free-and-easy mesh which each unit enjoyed with the complete group-mind during periods of leisure.
With a speed that would have been dizzying and incomprehensible to any individual unit, the observing banks relayed huge ma.s.ses of extraneous data to the interpretive bank. They strained out the salient facts and in turn pa.s.sed these to the computing:prediction section. Here they were routed to the groups who would deal with them. Raeillo/ee13 and Raellu//2 found their own talents pressed into service a dozen or more times in the s.p.a.ce of the minute and a half it took the computing:prediction and interpretive banks to arrive at the answer.
"It"s aimed here," the interpretive bank reported.
"Here!" a jumble of incoherent and anarchistic thoughts resounded from many shocked and temporarily out-of-mesh units.
"Order!" came a sharp command from the elite corp of three thousand disciplinary units.
As stillness settled back over the group-mind the speculative bank once more came in. "By here ... do you mean _right_ here?"
"Approximately," replied the interpretive bank with what would have sounded suspiciously like a chuckle in a human reply. "According to calculations the craft should land within half a mile of our present location."
"Let"s go there then and wait for it!" That thought from the now seldom used reservation of impulse.
The speculative bank murmured, "I wonder if there would be any danger.
How hot is that exhaust?"
Calculations were rapidly made and the answer arrived at. The Rell prudently decided to remain where they were for the present.
Captain Leonard Brown, USAF, hunched over the instruments in the cramped control cabin which, being the only available s.p.a.ce in the ship, doubled as living quarters. A larger man would have found the arrangement impossible. Brown, being 5" 2" and weighing 105 pounds found it merely intolerable.
At the moment he was temporarily able to forget his discomfort, however.
The many tiny dials and indicators told a story all their own to Brown"s trained vision.