Prof. Tomlin found his voice. "George, we will all have to testify that you killed with that force or whatever it is you have. But it will be self-defense, which is justifiable homicide--"
George turned to the professor. "How little you know your own people, Professor Tomlin. Can"t you see what the issue will be? It will be claimed by the state that I am not a human being and this will be drummed into every brain in the land. The fine qualities of the man I was compelled to destroy will be held up. No, I already know what the outcome will be. I refuse to be arrested."
Prof. Tomlin stood up. "Men," he said to the policemen, "do not arrest this--this humanoid. To try to do so would mean your death. I have been with him long enough to know what he can do."
"You taking his side, Professor?" the police sergeant demanded.
"No, d.a.m.n it," snapped the Professor. "I"m trying to tell you something you might not know."
"We know he"s gone too d.a.m.ned far," the sergeant replied. "I think it was d.i.c.k Knight that he killed. n.o.body in this town can kill a good guy like d.i.c.k Knight and get away with it." He advanced toward the robot, drawing his gun.
"I"m warning you--" the Professor started to say.
But it was too late. There was another blinding, scorching flash, more burned gra.s.s, more smell of seared flesh.
The police sergeant disappeared.
[Ill.u.s.tration]
"Gentlemen!" George said, standing. "Don"t lose your heads!"
But he was talking to a retreating group of men. Newsmen walked quickly to what they thought was a safe distance. The radio men silently packed their gear. The TV cameras were rolled noiselessly away.
Prof. Tomlin, alone on the porch with the robot, turned to him and said, "Much of what you have told me comes to have new meaning, George. I understand what you mean when you talk about people being willing to work for your so-called Seventh Order."
"I knew you were a better than average man, Professor Tomlin," the humanoid said, nodding with gratification.
"This is where I get off, George. I"m warning you now that you"d better return to your ship or whatever it is you came in. People just won"t stand for what you"ve done. They don"t like murder!"
"I cannot return to my ship," George said. "I destroyed it when I arrived. Of course I could instruct some of you how to build another for me, but I don"t intend to leave, anyway."
"You will be killed then."
"Come, now, Professor Tomlin. You know better than that."
"If someone else can"t, then perhaps I can."
"Fine!" The robot replied jovially. "That"s just what I want you to do.
Oppose me. Give me a real test of your ability. If you find it impossible to kill me--and I"m sure you will--then I doubt if anyone else will be able to."
Prof. Tomlin lit a cigaret and puffed hard at it. "The trouble with you," he said, eying the humanoid evenly, "is that your makers forgot to give you a conscience."
"Needless baggage, a conscience. One of your Fifth Order failings."
"You will leave here...."
"Of course. Under the circ.u.mstances, and because of your att.i.tude, you are of very little use to me now, Professor Tomlin."
The robot walked down the steps. People attracted by the police car made a wide aisle for him to the street.
They watched him as he walked out of sight.
That night there was a ma.s.s meeting in the university"s Memorial Gymnasium, attended by several hundred men. They walked in and silently took their seats, some on the playing floor, others in the balcony over the speaker"s platform. There was very little talking; the air was tense.
On the platform at the end of the gym were Mayor Harry Winters, Chief of Police Sam Higgins, and Prof. Ansel Tomlin.
"Men," the mayor began, "there is loose in our city a being from another world whom I"m afraid we took too lightly a few days ago. I am speaking of the humanoid--George of Zanthar. It is obvious the machine means business. He evidently came in with one purpose--to prepare Earth for others just like him to follow. He is testing us. He has, as you know, killed two men. Richard Knight, who may have erred in attacking the machine, is nonetheless dead as a result--killed by a force we do not understand. A few minutes later Sergeant Gerald Phillips of the police force was killed in the performance of his duty, trying to arrest the humanoid George for the death of Mr. Knight. We are here to discuss what we can do about George."
He then introduced Prof. Tomlin who told all he knew about the blue man, his habits, his brain, the experiences with him for the past two and a half weeks.
"If we could determine the source of his power, it might be possible to cut it off or to curtail it. He might be rendered at least temporarily helpless and, while in such a condition, possibly be done away with. He has told me he is vulnerable to force, such as a speeding bullet, if it hit the right spot, but George possesses the ability to read intent long before the commission of an act. The person need not even be in the room. He is probably listening to me here now, although he may be far away."
The men looked at one another, shifted uneasily on their seats, and a few cast apprehensive eyes at the windows and doorways.
"Though he is admittedly a superior creature possessed of powers beyond our comprehension, there must be a weak spot in his armor somewhere. I have dedicated myself to finding that weakness."
The chair recognized a man in the fifth row.
"Mr. Mayor, why don"t we all track him down and a lot of us attack him at once? Some of us would die, sure, but he couldn"t strike us _all_ dead at one time. Somebody"s bound to succeed."
"Why not try a high-powered rifle from a long way off?" someone else suggested, frantically.
"Let"s bomb him," still another offered.
The mayor waved them quiet and turned to Prof. Tomlin. The professor got to his feet again.
"I"m not sure that would work, gentlemen," he said. "The humanoid is able to keep track of hundreds of things at the same time. No doubt he could unleash his power in several directions almost at once."
"But we don"t know!"
"It"s worth a try!"
At that moment George walked into the room and the clamor died at its height. He went noiselessly down an aisle to the platform, mounted it and turned to the a.s.sembly. He was a magnificent blue figure, eyes flashing, chest out, head proud. He eyed them all.
"You are working yourselves up needlessly," he said quietly. "It is not my intention, nor is it the intention of any Seventh Order Humanoid, to kill or cause suffering. It"s simply that you do not understand what it would mean to dedicate yourselves to the fulfillment of the Seventh Order destiny. It is your heritage, yours because you have advanced in your technology so far that Earth has been chosen by us as a station.
You will have the privilege of creating us. To give you such a worthwhile goal in your short lives is actually doing you a service--a service far outweighed by any of your citizens. Beside a Seventh Order Humanoid, your lives are unimportant in the great cosmic scheme of things--"
"If they"re so unimportant, why did you bother to take two of them?"
"Yeah. Why don"t you bring back d.i.c.k Knight and Sergeant Phillips?"
"Do you want to be buried lying down or standing up?"
The collective courage rallied. There were catcalls and hoots, stamping of feet.