"This isn"t connected with the war--at least not directly. It"s something else, Masters. What, I don"t know yet, but I"m beginning to think that it"s something the human race has never met before. Those spheres have killed a couple of hundred workers with bolts of energy--"
"I"m no scientist, captain."
"That"s the best I can describe this force, Masters. I might call it heat-bolts, but it"s probably partly electric and partly heat, not entirely either. You see, Masters, heat is energy, just like electricity and light. The energy these spheres shoot out is a mixture of energies. We can imagine a spark of electricity shooting out and striking a man like a bolt of lightning, but it"s hard to visualize heat behaving that way."
"Say, mister," the sentry interrupted, "my arms are getting tired."
"Okay, buddy," Masters replied. "If I let you put your arms down, will you behave like a nice little boy?"
"I"ll be a perfect angel," the sentry said, lowering his arms.
"You"ll be an angel if you aren"t, too," Masters added.
"What"s your name, soldier?" Taylor asked the sentry.
"Private Pember, sir. Company A, 110th infantry--"
"All right, Private Pember, you can carry this fellow."
Taylor shifted the faintly stirring Norden to the shoulders of the soldier.
"If it will make you feel any easier, Pember," the captain went on, "I can a.s.sure you that exigencies demanded your removal from your post. Your life was in danger and you could do no good by remaining there. In fact, there was nothing left to guard. You can do more good for your country by coming with us."
"Yes, sir," Pember said. "I guess you are right, captain."
"You"re a good soldier, Pember," Taylor went on. "A situation like this is unique. It demands use of individual initiative, rather than blind obedience to orders. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," Pember said, adjusting the burden on his shoulder.
They reached the car.
A dozen of the orange-red globes now floated above the plant.
They were circling slowly, in widening arcs, toward the limits of the factory grounds.
"Searching for human beings," Taylor decided, watching them.
Orkins clutched Taylor"s coat tails.
"They"re coming out!" he cried. "There"s h.e.l.l to pay."
Taylor took Orkins" arm and forced him down on the running board of the car, where Norden already was coming out of his daze.
"Keep quiet!" Taylor ordered. "They"ll discover us."
"They"ll find us anyway!" Orkins said, frantic with fear. He groaned loudly.
"Okay. He asked for it," Masters said.
There was a splatting sound as Masters" fist landed. Masters made a face over a distasteful duty done and turned to Pember:
"Put them both in the car." He indicated Norden. "Here"s handcuffs. Lock them together."
Taylor and Masters watched the circling spheres. Suddenly one darted down. From its pulsating body shot a flash of flame. A human scream rent the air.
"It"s the darnedest thing I ever saw," Masters said with a shudder. "Those fireb.a.l.l.s squirt heat-electricity out at a guy and roast him!"
"Yes," Taylor said with a nod, "and that isn"t all. Those spheres act as though they were alive. When that one went out above the opening of the tunnel, I thought I saw a pair of eyes."
Masters studied the a.s.sertion, then spoke:
"Captain, I may look dumb, but I"ve been in the secret service long enough to be found out if I really am. I"ve a hunch you killed that sphere."
"I"ve thought of that, but how could I? I didn"t touch him."
"Maybe you don"t have to touch "em to kill "em. We don"t know what they are, except they"re different--"
"We don"t know the real natures of anything, as far as that goes. Man"s a mixture of chemicals, but that doesn"t explain him.
The spheres are a mixture of energies--we can observe that much, but it still doesn"t explain them. Where are they from? Why did they come here? What are their primary objectives?"
"Primary objectives? That"s a military term, ain"t it?"
"Partly military, and partly scientific. We know the secondary objective of the spheres. It"s the same as man"s or any other living creature. The spheres are alive and their objective is to keep on living, but that isn"t their primary motif. The primary objective is the difference between a good man and a bad one.
Whatever is more important to a man than life itself is his primary objective."
"Life"s pretty important," Masters said, solemnly.
"Yes, but life isn"t everything. Any man, no matter how yellow or mean he is, has some ideal he"s willing to die for--or at least he"s willing to risk dying to attain. Look at Norden. He"s hard, cold-blooded and he doesn"t think twice about putting a bomb in a plant to wipe out scores of lives. He dared me to kill him, rather than help us. His code as a spy is his primary objective.
Look at Pember. He must have been frightened by the spheres, but we had to force him to leave his post. We"ve shown him that his duty now is with us--he realizes that the spheres are the immediate enemy of his country and he"ll do his best fighting them. And you and I have ideals--we know each other too well to list them."
"I getcha so far, but what about Orkins?"
"The man"s not afraid of death, but afraid of the unknown. Men like him commit suicide rather than face reality. He wants security. He"s afraid of uncertainty. He lives in an unreal, imaginary world and when uncertainty, which is reality, intrudes, he is completely lost."
"You make me feel sorry for the poor devil."
"That"s because you understand why he"s funky. Primary objectives make men do what they do--but understanding Orkins doesn"t solve our problem."
"No. What are the spheres? Are they alive? If so, they must want something. What do they want?"
"A conquest of the human race?" Taylor pondered. "Maybe. But it isn"t likely. They can"t gain much by conquering us. It wouldn"t do man any good to stage a conquest of earthworms and swordfish, since neither could pay taxes. The spheres are as different from man as man from an angle-worm. Are we a menace to the spheres?
Apparently the only time we really menace them is when we crawl into a hole like a rabbit--maybe there"s something in that that will help us, but I don"t think that"s why they kill us. Are we a nuisance? If so, why? Are we a food? There is energy in sunlight and chemicals in the human body. A creature of energy would feed on something like sunlight, not chemicals. His menu would be electric wires, storage batteries--"
"Great Scott, Captain!" Masters interrupted. "Let"s get away from this car. There"s a battery in it--food for the spheres!"
Masters looked nervously up at the circling globes. Taylor, deep in thought, did not stir. Instead, he continued his speculation:
"Maybe they kill us for sport."