"Nothing"s impossible in the human mind," Wright said. "Let"s listen."
"Here"s the point. Wherever you go there will be people tsk-tsking about the Preliminary fiasco. Just rea.s.sure them, say it meant nothing at all by itself. If it ever happened again, then there would be room for doubt but, of course, _it could not happen again_!"
Wright smiled. "That"s almost feminine in its subtlety."
He smiled back. "My wife inspired it. Don"t get nervous--it was unconscious, sheerly by accident."
"Whatever the cause, it"s the perfect result," Johnson conceded.
"We"ll spread it through the net."
"Along with this, I hope." Wendell dumped the contacts on a table top.
"It"s the smallest size possible. A lot should get by unnoticed. Find cell members who can set up cryotrons with a wide range of instructions to cope with anything in the piles. Some weirdly alive concoctions of "obsolescent" parts ought to result."
"Some day the world"s going to know what you"ve done for it," said Johnson solemnly.
"That could happen too soon!" Miss Wright"s face, honest and open in its horse-like length, broke into a wide grin.
"Amen," said Hart, adding the private hope that Marie, blessed with superior looks, might be able to show as much superior wisdom some day.
The hope was not immediately fulfilled. When he reached home Marie was in a tizzy of excitement. "You"re just in time, darling. They just caught three subversives. One of them was a woman," she added as this were compounding an improbability with an impossibility. "They"re going to show them."
He gripped his belt tightly. "A woman?"
"That"s right. There she is now."
A uniformed officer was gently helping a pale little old woman sit down before the camera, as if she were more an object of pity than of fear. Hart relaxed.
"--caught red-handed with the incriminating papers," shouted an offstage announcer. "Handbills a.s.serting objects declared obsolescent could actually last indefinitely!"
"What do you have to say for yourself?" the officer asked gently. "You must realize, of course, that such irreligious behavior precludes your moving in general society for a long time to come."
"I don"t know what came over me," she sobbed in a tired voice.
"Curiosity. Yes, curiosity, that"s what it was. I saw these sheets of paper in the street and they said we should stop working so hard at compulsory tasks and start working to expand our own interests and personalities."
"Self-contradictory nonsense!" said the voice.
"Yes, I know that. But it made me curious and I took it home to read, and it said our compulsory tasks were artificially manufactured and, if you didn"t believe that, look at the pile that reactivated itself the other day." She stopped, reorganizing her thoughts. "Of course, though, that thing in the Plaza was unique, you know. I don"t think it could mean a thing ... unless it happened a few times. And the fact is it won"t ever happen again."
"Well, that much makes very good sense," said Marie. "You said the same thing, Wendell. I don"t think that poor woman knew what she was doing--just a dupe for subversive propaganda."
"--a dupe for subversive propaganda," the announcer was saying.
"See, exactly what I said."
"Yes, dear."
How swiftly the decentralized underground was working! Hart could not tell whether the old woman was an active member or just a pa.s.sive responder, but it did not matter. She was now spreading the seeds for future doubt across the land.
Two old men were brought in and they mumbled the same disconnected story as their sister.
"We have intensively interrogated these prisoners," boomed the announcer, "and know there is nothing more to the rumored anti-social plot than this stupid chatter. Remain vigilant and you have nothing to fear!"
"You are sentenced to five years isolation from general society," said the officer, in a voice dulcet enough to sell advance orders for replacement products that had not yet been made. "Our intention is to protect you from bad influences. Our hope is that others will take your lesson to heart."
"G.o.d bless you," said the woman and her brothers joined in effusive thanks.
"Makes you proud to be a human being," Marie said. "I was getting some stupid doubts myself, dear. I must admit it. But that"s all past. I can hardly wait for the Highest Holy Day."
"Neither can I," sighed her husband.
III
The next day at noon Eric came to him, functioning on the final set of servo instructions that had been installed in him at the factory of his birth eight years before. He shook hands with the two of them and said: "Now I am prepared for death."
Marie was tearful. "I will miss you, Eric. If you were only under five years old your span could be extended."
"Everything that happens is right," Eric said impa.s.sively.
He clambered on to the operation table, instinctively knowing which flat surface was for him, and, breaking all his major circuits, gave up the ghost that only man could restore to him.
Hart found his wife"s grief easy to bear. The day after tomorrow she would join in the general exultation of High Holy Day, with Eric well forgotten. He methodically began smashing the surface of the limbs and torso; the greater the visible damage, the greater the honor redounding to the sacrifice donor. "This will be our gift to the general pile," he said.
"I thought we could keep him for our garden sacrifice," Marie protested meekly. "Most people do."
"But the other way is the greater sacrifice."
There was no reply, because she knew he spoke for the deeper, more moving custom. But suddenly he began to act depressed himself. "I know we say it every ten years, but Eric was really the best companion we ever had." He gestured toward the table. "I want to sit here with him for a while--alone."
"That"s carrying things too far, Wendell. A little grief is proper--but this much is actually morbid."
"It"s all within my rights."
She tossed her head petulantly. "Well, I"ve done my share. I can"t stand any more. It makes a person think and get depressed. I don"t care what you"re going to do. I"m going out to enjoy a Preliminary."
"Can"t blame you for that," he nodded.
When she had gone he started to work on new instruction tapes for activating the servo-cryotron. Nothing could be surrendered to chance.
Every possible circ.u.mstance in the pile had to be antic.i.p.ated. There had to be instructions for action if Eric was crushed below fifty feet of metal, for a.s.sembling any kind of scrambled wiring, for adapting all types of parts in its immediate surroundings, for using these parts to absorb parts further away and for timing the operation to the start of the Highest Rite.
Some tapes had been prepared earlier, so it was possible to put everything in the cryotron box before Marie returned, as well as to attach the tiny contact that would reach out from the box until it reached its first external sc.r.a.p of wire or metal.
"You poor darling," she pouted. "You missed the most wonderful thing!
They demolished a whole thirty-story building!"
His blood, atavistically effected, pulsed faster until his new creed came to grips with his old emotions. "They usually don"t bother with buildings for the Rites."