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Amazing Stories Vol 32 Nº10 1958
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NOVEL
THIS CROWDED EARTH
Pablisher By Robert Bloch 55
Michael Michaeuon
SHORT STORIES
THE DELEGATE FROM VENUS
Editor By Henry Slesor 8
SURVIVAL TACTICS
Managing Editor By Al Sevcik 29
Cels Goldsmith THE DEADLY DAUGHTERS
By Winston K. Mork^ 39
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Cover: EDWARD VAIIGURSKY
7i!-r-DAVi3 PUELISHIMO COMPANY. One Park
Avenue, New York 16, N, Y. William Ziff, PresU
dent H. J, Morganrotb, Vice President ; W. Brad*
;
This is no doubt the world’s most dangerous age, but those who
come quietly and unarmed have been a part of every dangerous age
in history ;
an apparently lesser part it would seem, because the de-
stroyers always occupy history’s spotlight.
But the non-belligerent have not been overlooked even from the
beginning, because down from the Vedantic seers, through Calvary
and beyond has come an acknowledgment and a bequest —The Meek
Shall Inherit the Earth.
So it may be that the meek are not in the danger they appear to
be. Perhaps attempting to deprive them of their promised heritage
is the most dangerous gamble of all. pwf
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• Charles Eric Main is a ivriter with the touch. His next novel
"The Big Countdown" is scheduled for an early issue of Amazing.
Dear Editor:
I am somewhat of a neophyte to s-f as I have been reading it for
a year only. I greatly enjoy Amazing, especially the July cover by
Valigursky.
My beef is that there are a couple of monstrous mistakes in the
novel “The Waters Under the Earth.” First of all, as we get further
into the story the land is said to be dry as a bone and all green
plants dead and withered. By the Martian Moons, without any green
idants where’s all this oxygen coming from? Not to mention the
poisonous wastes given off by decaying animal and vegetable matter.
And up at the Arctic why is all that snow nice and cold while the
rest of the Earth is frying? Besides what do five to six million
people live on?
I don’t know whether you’ll print all this but personally I think
this story should have been put on a hyper ship and warped to the
farthest corner of the Andromedan Galaxy.
Ron Smith
Box 122
Canton, Mass.
Dear Editor:
Just finished the July issue of Amazing. What a novel! I couldn’t
(Continued on page 142)
7
The
DELEGATE
FROM
VENUS
By HENRY SIESAR
IllUSTRATOR NOVICK
et me put way,”
L
“We
Conners said
it this
paternally.
expect a certain amount of
decorum from our Washington
news correspondents, and that’s
allI’m asking for.”
Jerry Bridges, sitting in the
cjhair opposite his employer’s
desk, chewed on his knuckles
,
8
inferesting, bu( where was the delegate?
9
:
30 AMAZING STORIES
members of the Science Com- much if you’d gotten me drunk.
mission. So far, the byword But use me, just to get a
had been secrecy. They knew story
—
to
12 AMAZING STORIES
ble will of the U. S. Marines. job; I think the public has a
But Jerry Bridges tried. right to know about this space-
“You don’t understand, Lana,” ship that’s flying around —
he said. “I don’t want to see Mr.
Howells. I just want you to give His words brought an excla-
him something.” mation from the others. Howells
“My name’s not Lana, and I sighed, and said:
can’t deliver any messages.” “Mr. Bridges, you don’t make
“But this is something he it easy for us. It’s our opinion
wants to see.” He handed her that secrecy is essential, that
an envelope, stamped URGENT. leakage of the story might cause
“Do it for me, Hedy. And I’ll panic. Since you’re the only un-
buy you the flashiest pair of authorized person who knows of
diamond earrings in Washing- it, we have two choices. One of
14 AMAZING STORIES
approached the object; only We trust you will treat him
when they were yards away did with the courtesy of an official
he appreciate its size. It wasn’t emissary.”
large not more than fifteen feet
;
They set to work on the crate,
in total circumference. its gray plastic material giving
One of the three men waved in readily to the application of
a gloved hand. their tools. But when it was
“It’s okay,” a voice breathed opened, they stood aside in
behind him. “No radiation . . amazement and consternation.
Slowly, the ring of spectators There were a variety of metal
They were twenty
closed tighter. pieces packed within, protected
yards from the ship when the by a filmy packing material.
voice spoke to them. “Wait a minute,” the general
“Greetings from Venus,” it said. “Here’s a book
—
said, and then repeated the He picked up a graybound
phrase in six languages. “The volume, and opened its cover.
“
ship you see is a Venusian Class ‘Instructions for assembling
7 interplanetary rocket, built Delegate,’ ” he read aloud.
“
for one-passenger. It is clear of ‘First, remove all parts and
all radiation, and is perfectly arrange them in the following
safe to approach. There is a order. A-1, central nervous sys-
hatch which may be opened by tem housing. A-2 .
.’ ”
. He look-
an automatic lever in the side. ed up. “It’s an instruction book,”
Please open this hatch and re- he whispered. “We’re supposed
move the passenger.” to build the damn thing.”
An Air Force General whom
Jerry couldn’t identify stepped The Delegate, a handsomely
forward. He circled the ship constructed robot almost eight
warily, and then said something feet tall, was pieced together
to the others. They came closer, some three hours later, by a
and he touched a small lever on team of scientists and engineers
the silvery surface of the funnel. who seemed to find the Venusian
A door slid open. instructions as elementary as a
a box!” someone blueprint in an Erector set. But
“It’s
“A crate
— said.
simple as the job was, they were
Moore! Schaffer! obviously impressed by the
“Colligan!
Lend a hand here
— mechanism they had assembled.
A trio came forward and It stood impassive until they
hoisted the crate out of the ship. obeyed the final instruction.
Then the voice spoke again “Press Button K .”
. .
, ,
^
He dug into his coat pocket NOW TOO CAN LEARN AWAKE AND ASLEEP
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Coltz shifted uncomfortably.
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interested in learning more about the ik>rmi-
‘‘But it’s an interesting coin- pkoke ami what it ran do for me. No obligation
— no salesman will call.
cidence, isn’t it. Professor? Name_
These very words were spoken I Address,
—
the world’s big shots. Does my “You don’t have to say it,
dream interest you. Professor?” Professor, I know what you’re
“Go on.” (Continued on page 47)
20
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22 AMAZING STORIES
There was an explosion and justed it automatically, then
the pilot’s capsule shot up like unbuckled the seat straps. He
a wet bar of soap squeezed out took a deep breath. Under the
of a giant’s hand. oxygen mask, he was aware of
The ship turned into a torch dried blood clotted in his nos-
and sank beneath him. Brandon trils, caked around the corners
closed his eyes for a moment. of his lips.
24 A/AAZING STORIES
sion to make stay here with the
;
So'mething scurried into a
capsule or head for the fire. whisp of brush, as if to bear out
TACTICS comforts,
Then
make smooth
the robots figured out an
additional service-^putting
his way.
Man
By AL SEVCIK out of his misery.
ILLUSTRATOR NOVICK
T herehung
as
that
if
was a sudden crash
sharply in the air,
a tree had been hit by
day some few of the blue sun's
rays filtered through to the
jungle floor, but now, late after-
lightning some distance away. noon on the planet, the shadows
Then another. Alan stopped, were long and gloc^y.
puzzled. Two more blasts, quick- Alan peered around him at the
ly together, and the sound of a vine draped shadows, listening
scream faintly. to the soft rustlings and faint
Frowning, worrying about the twig snappings of life in the
sounds, Alan momentarily forgot jungle. Two short, popping
to watch his step until his foot sounds echoed across the still-
suddenly plunged into an ant ness, drowned out almost imme-
hill, throwing him to the jungle diately and silenced by an
floor. “Damn!” He cursed again, explosive crash. Alan started,
for the tenth time, and stood “Blaster fighting! But it can’t
uncertainly in the dimness. be!”
From tall, moss shrouded trees, Suddenly anxious, he slashed
wrist-thick vines hung quietly, a hurried Xin one of the trees
scraping the spongy ground like to mark his position then turned
the tenticles of some monstrous to follow a line of similar marks
tree-bound octopus. Fitful little back through the jungle. He
plants grew straggly in the tried to run, but vines blocked
shadows of the mossy trunks, his way and woody shrubs
forming a dense underbrush that caught at his legs, tripping him
made walking difficult. At mid- and holding him back. Then,
29
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area to the two temporary struc- cat’s body overloaded the dis-
tures, the camp headquarters charge circuits. The robot start
where the power supplies and ed to shake, then clicked sharply
the computer were and the
;
as an overload relay snapped
sleeping quarters. Beyond, nose and shorted the blaster cells.
high, stood the silver scout ship The killer turned and rolled back
that had brought the advance towards the camp, leaving Alan
exploratory party of scientists alone.
ami technicians to Waiamea Shakily, Alan crawled a few
three days before. Except for a feet back into the undergrowth
few of the killer robots rolling where he could lie and watch the
slowly around the camp site on camp, but not himself be seen.
their quiet treads, there was no Though visibility didn’t make
one about. any difference to the robots, he
“.So, they’ve finally got those felt safer, somehow, hidden. He
things working.” Alan smiled knew now what the shooting
slightly. “Guess that means I sounds had been and why there
owe Pete a bourbon-and-soda hadn’t been anyone around the
for sure. Anybody who can camp site. A charred blob lying
build a robot that hunts by hom- in the grass of the clearing con-
ing in on animals’ mind im- fiimed his hypothesis. His stom-
pulses. .”
. . He stepped forward ach felt sick.
just as a roar of blue flame dis- “I suppose,” he muttered to
solved the branches of a tree, himself, “that Pete assembled
barely above his head. these robots in a batch and then
Without pausing to think, activated them all at once, prob-
Alan leaped back, and fell ably never living to realize that
sprawling over a bush just as they’re tuned to pick up human
one of the robots rolled silently brain waves, too. Damn
up from the right, lowering its Damn!” His eyes blurred and
blaster barrel to aim directly at he slammed his fist into the soft
his head. Alan froze. “My God, earth.
Pete built those things wrong!” When he raised his eyes again
Suddenly a screeching whirl- the jungle was perceptibly dark-
wind of claws and teeth hurled er. Stealthy rustlings in the
30 AMAZING STORIES
They said the blast with your name on it would ftnd
you anywhere. This looked like Alan's blast.
31
shadows grew louder with the light, with her soft brown hair,
setting sun. Branches snapped and her happy smile, had ended
unaccountably in the trees over- thirty years of loneliness and
head and every now and then had, at last, given him a reason
leaves or a twig fell softly to the for living. “Not to be killed!”
ground, close to whei-e he lay. Alan unclenched his fists and
Reaching into his jacket, Alan wiped his palms, bloody where
fingered his pocket blaster. He his fingernails had dug into the
pulled it out and held it in his flesh.
right hand. “This pop gun There was a slight creak above
wouldn’t even singe a robot, but him like the protesting of a
it just might stop one of those branch too heavily laden. Blaster
pumas.” ready, Alan rolled over onto his
Slowly Alan looked around, back. In the movement, his el-
sizing up his situation. Behind bow struck the top of a small
him the dark jungle rustled for- earthy mound and he was in-
biddingly. He shuddered. “Not a stantly engulfed in a swarm of
very healthy spot to spend the locust-like insects that beat dis-
night.On the other hand, I cer- gustingly against his eyes and
tainly can’t get to the camp with mouth. “Fagh!” Waving his
a pack of mind-activated me- arms before his face he jumped
chanical killers running around. up and backwards, away from
If I can just hold out until morn- the bugs. As he did so, a dark
ing, when the big ship ar- shapeless thing plopped from
rives . The big ship Good
. . ! the trees onto the spot where he
Lord, Peggy!” He turned white; had been lying stretched out.
oily sweat punctuated his fore- Then, like an ambient fungus,
head.- Peggy, arriving tomorrow it slithered off into the jungle
with the other colonists, the undergrowth.
wives and kids! The metal kill- For a split second the jungle
ers, tuned to blast any living stood frozen in a brilliant blue
flesh, would murder them the flash, followed by the sharp re-
instant they stepped from the port of a blaster. Then another.
ship! Alan whirled, startled. The
planet’s double moon had risen
A
pretty girl, Peggy, the girl and he could see a robot rolling
he’d married just three weeks slowly across the clearing in his
ago. He still couldn’t believe it. general direction, blasting indis-
It was crazy, he supposed, to criminately at whatever mind
marry a girl and then take off impulses came within its pickup
for an unknown planet, with her range, birds, insects, anything.
to follow, to try to create a home Six or seven others also left the
in a jungle clearing. Crazy may- camp headquarters area and
be, but Peggy and her green eyes headed for the jungle, each to a
that changed color with the slightly different spot.
32 AMAZING STORIES
Apparently the robot hadn’t ing into the dark. Sharp-edged
sensed him yet, but Alan didn’t growths tore at his face and
know what the effective range clothes, and insects attracted by
of its pickup devices was. He the blood matted against his
began to slide back into the pants and shirt. Behind, the ro-
jungle. Minutes later, looking bot crashed imperturbably after
back he saw that the machine, him, lighting the night with fit-
though several hundred yards ful blaster flashes as some
away, had altered its course and winged or legged life came with-
was now headed directly for in its range.
him. There was movement also, in
His stomach tightened. Panic. the darkness beside him, scrap-
The dank, musty smell of the ings and rustlings and an occa-
jungle seemed for an instant to sional low, throaty sound like an
thicken and choke in his throat. angry cat. Alan’s fingers tensed
Then he thought of the big ship on his pocket blaster. S\vift
landing in the morning, settling shadowy forms moved quickly in
down slowly after a lonely two- the shrubs and the growling be-
week voyage. He thought of a came suddenly louder. He fired
brown-haired girl crowding with twice, blindly, into the uhdfer-
the others to the gangway, eager growth. Sharp screams punctuat-
to embrace the new planet, and ed the electric blue discharge as
the next instant a charred noth- a pack of small feline creatures
ing, unrecognizable, the victim leaped snarling and clawing
of a design error or a misplaced back into the night.
wire in a machine. “I have to
try,” he said aloud. “I have to Mentally, Alan tried to figure
try.” He moved into the black- the charge remaining in his blas-
ness. ter. There wouldn’t be much.
Po\verful as a small tank, the “Enough for a few more shots,
killer robot was equipped to maybe. Why the devil didn’t I
crush, slash, and burn its way load in fresh cells this morn-
through undergrowth. Never- ing!”
theless, it was slowed by the The robot crashed on, louder
larger trees and the thick, cling- now, gaining on the tired hu-
ing vines, and Alan found that man. Legs aching and bruised,
he could manage to keep ahead stinging from insect bites, Alan
of it, barely out of blaster range. tried to force himself to run
Only, the robot didn’t get tired. holding his hands in front of
Alan did. him like a child in the dark. His
The twin moons cast pale, de- foot tripped on a barely visible
ceptive shadows that wavered insect hill and a winged swarm
and danced across the jungle exploded around him. Startled,
floor, hiding debris that tripped Alan jerked sideways, crashing
him and often sent him sprawl- his head against a tree. He
SURVIVAL TACTICS 33
clutched at the bai'k for a sec- than a man, muddy and loose.
ond, dazed, then his knees Growing right to the edge of the
buckled. His blaster fell into the banks, the jungle reached out
shadows. with hairy, disjointed arms as
The robot crashed loudly be- if to snag even the dirty little
hind him now. Without stopping stream that passed so timidly
to think, Alan fumbled along the through its domain.
ground after his gun, straining Alan, lying in the mud of the
his eyes the darkness. He
in stream bed, felt the earth shake
found it just a couple of feet to as the heavy little robot rolled
one side, against the base of a slowly and inexorably towards
small bush. Just as his fingers him. “The Lord High Execu-
closed- upon the barrel his other tioner,” he thought, “in battle
hand slipped into something dress.” He tried to stand but his
sticky that splashed over his legs were almost too weak and
forearm. He screamed in pain his arm felt numb. “I’ll drown
and leaped back, trying fran- him,” he said aloud. “I’ll drown
tically to wipe the clinging, the Lord High Executioner.” He
burning blackness off his arm. laughed. Then his mind cleared.
Patches of black scraped off onto He remembered where he was.
branches and vines, but the rest
spread slowly over his arm as Alan trembled. For the first
agonizing as hot acid, or as flesh time in his he understood
life
being ripped away layer by what it was because for
to live,
layer. the first time he realized that he
Almost blinded by pain, whim- would sometime die. In other
pering, Alan stumbled fonvard. times and circumstances he
Sharp muscle spasms shot from might put it off for a while, for
his shoulder across his back and months or years, but eventually,
chest. Tears streamed across his as now, he would have to watch,
cheeks. still and helpless, while death
34 AMAZING STORIES
hide the pain, and biting his Suddenly, as if sensing some-
lips, ignoring the salty taste of thing wrong, its tracks slammed
blood. The soft earth crumbled into reverse. It stood poised for
under his hands until he had a a second, its treads spinning
small cave about three feet deep crazily as the earth collapsed un-
in the bank. Beyond that the derneath it, where Alan had
soil was held too tightly by the dug, then it fell with a heavy
roots from above and he had to splash into the mud, ten feet
stop. from where Alan stood.
Without hesitation Alan
The and a
air crackled blue threw himself across the blaster
tree crashed heavily past Alan housing, frantically locking his
into the stream. Above him on arms around the barrel as the
the bank, silhouetting against robot’s treads churned furiously
the moons, the killer robot stop- in the sticky mud, causing it to
f>ed and its blaster swivelled buck and plunge like a Brahma
slowly down. Frantically, Alan bull. The treads stopped and the
hugged the bank as a ^aft of blaster jerked upwards wrench-
pure electricity arced over him, ing Alan’s arms, then slammed
sliced into the water, and ex- down. Then the whole housing
ploded in a cloud of steam. The whirled around and around, tilt-
robot shook for a second, its ing alternately up and down like
blaster muzzle lifted erratically a steel-skinned water monster
and for an instant it seemed al- trying to dislodge a tenacious
most out of control, then it crab, while Alan, arms and legs
quieted and the muzzle again wrapped tightly around the blas-
pointed down. ter barrel and housing, pressed
Pressing with all his might, fiercely against the robot’s metal
Alan slid slowly along the bank skin.
inches at a time, away from the Slowly, trying to anticipate
machine above. Its muzzle turn- and shift his weight with the
ed to follow him but the edge of spinning plunges, Alan worked
the bank blocked its aim. Grind- his hand down to his right hip.
ing forward a couple of feet, He fumbled for the sheath clip-
slightly overhanging the bank, ped to his belt, found it, and ex-
the robot fired again. For a split tracted a stubby hunting knife.
second Alan seemed engulfed in Sweat and blood in his eyes,
flame the heat of hell singed his
;
hardly able to move on the wild-
head and back, and mud boiled ly swinging turret, he felt down
in the bank by his arm. the sides to the thin crack be-
Again the robot trembled. It tween the revolving housing and
jerked forward a foot and its the stationary portion of the ro-
blaster swung slightly away. But bot. With a quick prayer he
only for a moment. Then the gun —
jammed in the knife blade and
swung back again. was whipped headlong into the
SURVIVAL TACTICS 35
mud as the turret literally snap- other! The one I jammed must
ped to a stop. be calling others to help.”
The earth, jungle and moons He began to move along the
spun in a pinwheeled blurr, bank, away from the crashing
slowed, and settled to their prop- sounds. Suddenly he stopped, his
er places. Standing in the sticky, eyes widened. “Of course! Ra-
sweet smelling ooze, Alan eyed dio! I’ll bet anything they’re
the robot apprehensively. Half automatically controlled by the
buried in mud, it stood quiet in camp computer. That’s where
the shadowy light except for an their brain is!” He paused.
occasional, almost spasmodic “Then, if that were put out of
.”
jerk of its blaster barrel. For commission . . He jerked away
the first time that night Alan from the bank and half ran, half
allowed himself a slight smile. pulled himself through the un-
“A blade in the old gear box, dergrowth towards the camp.
eh? How does that feel, boy?” Trees exploded to his left as
He turned. “Well, I’d better another robot fired in his direc-
get out of here before the knife tion, too far away to be effective
slips or the monster cooks up but churning towards him
some more tricks with whatever through the blackness.
it's for a brain.” Digging
gOit Alan changed direction slight-
littlefootholds in the soft bank, ly to follow a line between the
he climbed up and stood once two robots coming up from
again in the rustling jungle either side, behind him. His eyes
darkness. were well accustomed to the dark
“I wonder,” he thought, “how now, and he managed to dodge
Pete could cram enough brain most of the shadowy vines and
into one of those things to make branches before they could snag
it hunt and track so perfectly.” or trip him. Even so, he stum-
He tried to visualize the comput- bled in the wiry underbrusth and
ing circuits needed for the his legs were a mass of stinging
operation of its tracking mech- slashes from ankle to thigh.
anism alone. “There just isn’t The crashing rumble of the
room for the electronics. You’d killer robots shook the night be-
need a computer as big as the hind him, nearer sometimes,
one at camp headquarters.” then falling slightly back, but
following constantly, more un-
In the distance the sky blazed shakable than bloodhounds be-
as a blaster roared in the jungle. cause a man can sometimes cover
Then Alan heard the approach- a scent, but no man can stop his
ing robot, crunching and snap- thoughts. Intermittently, like
ping its way through the under- photographers’ strobes, blue
growth like an onrushing forest flashes would light the jungle
fire. He “Good Lord!
froze. about him. Then, for seconds
They communicate with each afterwards his eyes would see
36 AMAZING STORIES
dancing streaks of yellow and him breathed fire, then explod-
sharp multi-colored pinwheels ed. In the brief flash of the
that alternately .shrunk and ex- blaster shot, Alan saw the steel
panded as if in a surrealist’s glint of a robot only a hundred
nightmare. Alan would have to yards away, much nearer than
pause and squeeze his eyelids he had thought. “Thank heaven
tight shut before he could see for trees!” He stepped back, felt
again, and the robots would his foot catch in something,
move a little closer. clutched futilely at some leaves
To his right the trees silhou- and fell heavily.
etted briefly against brilliance as Pain danced up his leg as he
a third robot slowly moved up grabbed his ankle. Quickly he
in the distance. Without think- felt the throbbing flesh. “Damn
ing, Alan turned slightly to the the rotten luck, anyway I" He
left^ then froze in momentary blinked the pain tears from his
panic. “I should be at the camp —
eyes and looked up into a ro-
now. Damn, what direction am bot’s blaster, jutting out of the
I going?” He tried to think foliage, thirty yards away.
back, to visualize the twists and
turns he’d taken in the jungle. Instinctively, in one motion
“All I need is to get lost." Alan grabbed his pocket blaster
He pictured the camp compu- and fired. To his amazement the
ter with no one to stop it, auto- robot jerked back, its gun wob-
matically sending its robots in bled and started to tilt away.
wider and wider forays, slowly Then, getting itself under con-
wiping every trace of life from trol, it swung back again to face
the planet. Technologically ad- Alan. He fired again, and again
vanced machines doing the job the robot reacted. It seemed fa-
for which they were built, com- miliar somehow. Then he remem-
pletely, thoroughly, without feel- bered the robot on the river
ing, and without human masters bank, jiggling and swaying for
to separate sense from futility. seconds after each shot. “Of
Finally parts would wear out, course!” He cursed himself for
circuits would short, and one by missing the obvious. “The blas-
one the killers would crunch to ter static blanks out radio
a halt. A few birds would still transmission from the computer
fly then, but a unique animal for a few seconds. They even do
life, rare in the universe, would it to themselves!”
exist no more. And the bones of Firing intermittently, he
children, eager girls, and their pulled himself upright and hob-
men would also lie, beside a bled ahead through the bush.
rusty hulk, beneath the alien The robot shook spasmodically
sun. with each shot, its gun tilted up-
“Peggy!” ward at an awkward angle.
As if in answer, a tree beside Then, unexpectedly, Alan saw
SURVIVAL TACTICS 37
stars, real stars brilliant in the the robot paused momentarily,
nigiht sky, and half dragging his jiggling in place. In this in-
swelling leg he stumbled out of stant, Alan jammed his hands
the jungle into the camp clear- into an insect hill and hurled the
ing. Ahead, across fifty yards of pile of dirt and insects directly
grass stood the headquarters at the robot’s antenna. In a flash,
building, housing the robot con- hundreds of the winged things
trolling computer. Still firing at erupted angrily from the hole in
short intervals he started across a swarming cloud, each part of
the clearing, gritting his teeth which was a speck of life trans-
at every step. mitting mental energy to the ro-
Straining every muscle in bot’s pickup devices.
spite of the agonizing pain, Alan Confused by the sudden dis-
forced himself to a limping run persion of mind impulses, the
across the uneven ground, care- robot fired erratically as Alan
fully avoiding the insect hills crouched and raced painfully for
that jutted up through the grass. the door. It fired again, closer,
From the corner of his eye he as he fumbled with the lock re-
saw another of the robots stand- lease. Jagged bits of plastic and
ing shakily in the dark edge of stone ripped past him, tom loose
the jungle waiting, it seemed, by the blast.
for his small blaster to run dry. Frantically, Alan slammed
“Be damned! You can’t win open the door as the robot, sens-
now!” Alan yelled between blas- ing him strongly now, aimed
ter shots, almost irrational from point blank. He saw nothing, his
the pain that ripped jaggedly mind thought of nothing but the
through his leg. Then it hap- red-clad safety switch- mounted
pened. A few feet from the beside the computer. Time stop-
building’s door his blaster quit. ped. There was nothing else in
A click. A faint hiss when he the world. He half-jumped, half-
frantically jerked the trigger fell towards it, slowly, in tenths
again and again, and the spent of seconds that seemed meas-
cellsreleased themselves from ured out in years.
the device, falling in the grass The universe went black.
at his feet. He dropped the use- Later. Brilliance pressed upon
less gun. his eyes. Then pain returned, a
“No!” He threw himself on multi-hurting thing that crawled
the ground as a new robot sud- through his body and dragged
denly appeared around the edge ragged tentacles across his
of the building a few feet away, brain. He moaned.
aimed, and fired. Air burned A voice spoke hollowly in the
over Alan’s back and ozone tin- distance. “He’s waking. Call his
gled in his nostrils. wife.”
Blinding itself for a few sec- Alan opened his eyes in a
onds with its own blaster static, (Continued on page 53}
38 AMAZING STORIES
The
DEADLY Daughters
By WINSTON K. MARKS
(LIUSTRATOR NOVICK
39
”
litical party at all. It's an oligar- tures are women, that men still
chy, so firmly established in dominate Congress?”
Washington that our electoral “I think that is the popular
form of government is an empty conception,” the reporter said in
ritual, a ridiculous myth. Our a patronizing tone.
elections are rigged to perpetu- “Then think again, young
ate a select group of feminists man. Analyze the composition of
in absolute power.” the Senate and House, and break
The mixed group of seniors down the key committee appoint-
stirred in their seats with wide ments by sexes. You will find
eyes, and many began taking three-fourths of these posts
notes. held by women, and the balance
“This cost me my posi-
may are held by men whose wives are
tion at the university,” he said members of the top-level Human-
grimly, “but the time has come ist Party movement. I say to you
for all responsible citizens to that our whole nation is dom-
face the fact that the Govern- inated by a handful of female
ment of the United States of fanatics to whom intellectual in-
America has degenerated into tegrity is unknown.”
little better than an absolute dic- “What are your indictments?
tatorship!” Please enumerate
—
This time a rustle of whisper- “I will, I will,” Long shouted,
ing grew to restless buzzing. A ignoring the microphone before
young man in a bowtie leaped to him. “Without consideration of
his feet breaking the no-ques- our national prestige the Hu-
tions rule in Long’s over-size manist Party has emasculated
classes. “May the Mentioch our influence as a world i)ower
Bugle quote you. Dr. Long?” with its pacifistic actions. On
“You may headline those the domestic front, the Party
views, and I hope you do,” Long has initiated a progi’am of so-
declared belligerently, adding called Internal Security, a
extra emphasis. cradle-to-the-grave pampering
that amounts to the most vicious
“Exactly what do you imply State-Socialism the world has
when you call the Humanist seen since the fall of Soviet Rus-
Party a group of feminists?” the sia. We are fast becoming slaves
young man asked, encouraged. to the soft, gutless bureaucracy
Long’s gaze swept out, noting in Washington that feeds us,
the mild amusement on the faces wipes our noses, encourages ex-
of the men students, the grow- cessive breeding and enforces
ing annoyance in the women. He its fantastic policies by use of
fixed the reporter for the cam- goon squads!”
pus paper with a level stare. “I “Goon squads?” The young
suppose you feel that because reporter lost his smile. “You
only 30 percent of our legisla- had better clarify that. Dr.
40 AMAZING STORIES
” ”
all callers and exposed himself of a goon squad was among the
daily to the public. It wasn’t en- twenty-some people now begin-
tirely personal bravado, how- ning to pick themselves off his
ever. He knew from his years of worn carpet, footstool, coffee
intense, discreet research that table and the meager furniture
the goon squads rarely made he could afford on his salary.
their attacks in the public eye. With a small start he realized
When they liquidated him he that a youngish woman, in her
fervently hoped they would make early thirties, he guessed, was
this mistake and prove his point stalling as though she intended
concerning their operations. to remain behind. Sure enough,
Although he didn’t seek mar- she closed the door behind the
tyrdom, Dr. Long was prepared others and turned a very lovely
for it, as he explained to the in- face to him. “I think you are
formal seminar that had accu- magnificent. Dr. Long,” she said
mulated at his home this Sunday impulsively. “I hope you will
afternoon. It was now late eve- spare me just a few minutes
ning and the endless questions alone?”
were beginning to grow weary- Long slipped his right hand
ing. into his coat pocket casually. On
“Howdo you know,” asked a her feet the woman displayed
skeptical businessman, “that I more than a beautiful face. Her
•in not an assassin who will am- figure was alarmingly feminine
42 AA\AZING STORIES
and rather aggressively display- the Democratic and Republican
ed, feet akimbo, hips forward, Parties to overthrow this un-
shoulders back. Her hair was holy Humanist gang.”
nearly platinum, but so expen- Her forehead wrinkled. “Pre-
sively dressed it was impossible cisely Tom’s idea. He’s not at all
to determine whether it was certain it can be done, but he
artificially so. thinks that the press reaction
She caught his hesitation. you have had indicates there is
“Perhaps you would feel better a possibility if it is played
out on the porch,” she offered, right.”
smiling with such relaxed under- “Yes, the so-called free press,”
standing that Long felt a little he said. “Some people have
boorish. thrown that up to me. If the Hu-
“No. Sit down, please. I didn’t manists were dictators, they say,
catch your name earlier.” we wouldn’t have this free press
that has given my remarks cur-
“Julie Stone,” she introduced rency. I read it differently. The
herself and held out a long, bare Humanists have sold the press a
arm. Her hand squeezed his fin- bill of goods, and so they con-
gers warmly, more like a man’s trol the papers in the most effec-
grip. “My brother is Senator tive way of all. You’ll notice that
Stone, and he asked me to stop they have printed my speeches
by and meet you. Secretly he strictly as news, you might say
agrees with much of what you as oddities in the news. Editorial
have said, but of course he is comment has been extremely
reluctant to expose himself un- noncommittal.”
til something of a formal move- “I hope you are right,” Long
ment is under way.” said. He made a pot of coffee,
Long relaxed a little. This and they discussed the matter at
was good news, about the first some length. He liked this wo-
he had had to date. Political fig- man’s direct, open approach, but
ures were remaining eloquently she startled him as she was leav-
silent in the press, and this was ing.
the first overture he had enjoyed “I have much to tell my broth-
from anyone more influential er,” she said. “For my own
than the reporters. curiosity, though, are you cer-
She went on, “Specifically, my tain that some personal distrust
brother would like to know which or dislike for women hasn’t in-
of the other two political parties fluenced your attack against the
you favor, in the event you make government?”
an appeal through such chan- It jarred him like an uppercut.
nels.” Her detached manner had almost
“Either party,” Long asserted made him forget she was a wo-
with some emphasis. “In fact I man herself. Now this.
would like to see a coalition of —
“Why why do you ask?”
THE DEADLY DAUGHTERS 43
She shrugged. “It was a nat- several generations of mama’s
ural thought. There aren’t many boys. I just can’t get*—”
confirmed bachelors these days.”
"Oh, that!” He smiled. She broke off as a heavy truck
“You’re quite right, there aren’t rolled by out front, back-firing
many unattached men over heavily. They were both silhou-
twenty-one any more, what with etted in the open door. She
the barrage of government glanced out, and suddenly she
propaganda and their special tax threw herself upon him, pulling
deduction incentives. I assui’e him to the floor. He caught her
you that it’s nothing personal, in his anns as they cascaded
however. My tastes are simply into a tangle of limbs and nylon.
too rich.” The racket faded off down the
"Your tastes?” It was her street, but Dr. Long’s mind was
turn to arch an eyebrow. not on the noise. The touch of
"That’s right. A lovely woman this beautiful woman’s flesh un-
is a work of art, but like any der his hands dominated his
other masterpiece, she is a lux- whole being. How different, how
ury I can’t afford. Anyway, this soft, incredibly soft!
mugg of mine rather put me out Now she was clinging to him,
of the running in the only trembling slightly and breathing
leagues I’ve wanted to play in. deeply. Even at this range her
Incidentally, you introduced pale hair looked natural. “Are
yourself as Miss Julie Stone, you all right?” she asked at last.
didn’t you?” “Of course,” he said sitting
"No, but it happens to be cor- up reluctantly. “It was only a
rect.” truck back-firing.”
“What’s your excuse?” “Look!” She pointed behind
"For being single? I’m a behind him at the wall opposite
career girl. I have my own the door. A wavery line of
modeling agency. Too busy for small, deep holes cut acro.ss
one thing. And I guess a woman about heart-high. “I saw the
gets bored looking at beautiful gun-barrel stick out as the truck
men my business. Not a brain
in came up,” she explained, untan-
in abarnfull. Just beautiful gling herself. “It appears your
brawn and wavy hair. Ugh! Ani- temporary immunity is over.
mals! Everyone of them.” They’re getting active.”
“Young woman, that’s sedi- Long stared half-unbelieving
tion. Don’t you believe the gov- at the mean, business-like little
ernment propaganda?” holes. With the reactions of a
“If I did do you think I’d be trained semanticist he relaxed
here? No. Dr. Long, I find your instead of tensing up with fear.
arguments quite valid. America He had made his decision days
is in the hands of the feminists, ago, and he knew full well the
all right, and it’s the fault of risks he incurred.
44 AMAZING STORIES
”
and is of
we are
paramount importance
to maintain vital
if
grave concern.
direction
Dr.
is
Barron finds
of
M otivating
engineers
formance is
to
scientists
peak per-
industry’s major
and nicians change
roughly once every three years.
The average
their
scientific organi-
jobs
48
iling: lack of identification with satisfaction derived from inter-
the company, disdain for higher personal relations. In a time
management, sharp criticism of when business firms place such
communications and compensa- major emphasis on “group-
tion and dissatisfaction with ness,” “team decision”, and suc-
the work itself. cessful human relations, the
Management, for its part, is scientist’s impatience with such
also disturbed. Symposiums on features of the business en-
such subjects as “increasing vironment creates antagonisms.
the productivity of scientists” In a word, the scientist is a
play an increasingly prominent “difficult” person; often he fails
role in management confer- to “get along.”
ences. Several major companies For one thing, scientists and
are underwriting research stud- engineers resent authority.
ies into the problem. Charges More so than any other group
that scientists refuse to do in the company they are critical
their part of company K P, of management’s administrative
want to stand on a pedestal, practices. Unlike most other
—
and in the words of a vice employees they are unwilling
president in one of this na- to accept a procedure merely
tion’s largest electrical manu- because it’s “company policy.”
—
facturing companies “act like Instead, they tend to complain,
hermits in a cave” have been evade regulations, stubbornly
on the rise. do things their own way. This
By and large it is not sur- probably reflects their skeptical
prising that such ill will exists. and analytical approach. In a
Scientists and technicians aVe sense all of science is a defiance
unusual people. They create of rule, convention, belief. By
special problems for manage- definition, science refuses to
ment. take the existing order of
things for granted. Instead, it
Hard to Get Along With inquires, examines, reflects. But
while this attitude is welcome
Psychologists like Anne Roe, in the laboratory, it is not wel-
for example, have demonstrated comed in the business office it-
that scientists are frequently self. Applauded for developing
anxious and insecure in their technical innovations that de-
dealings with others. Basically part from established practice,
they are not interested in peo- the scientist is at the same time
ple and prefer to work alone. criticized for a tendency to defy
The scientist’s constant immer- company rules and regulations.
sion in concentrated abstract Management is exasperated by
thought as a matter of fact, his apparent readiness to try
may be regarded as substitute new ideas without permission.
gratification for lack of real The executive also finds the
SCIENCE AND INDUSTRY IN CONFLICT 49
scientist’s work habits hard to are deeply resented by him. A
put up with. The creative sci- series of exit interviews held
entist or technician is not usu- with scientists and technicians
ally a steady worker. He per- at the time they left their jobs,
forms in fits and starts. Until for example, reveals that “un-
an idea generates, there may der utilization of talent” is the
be arid stretches of little work. chief job dissatisfaction voiced.
Then, suddenly, there may be Similarly, 8 out of 10 engineers
weeks on end of round-tlie- interviewed in a recent morale
clock activity. This is not just study indicated their special
a matter of individual tempera- talents are not sufficiently “ap-
ment. It seems to be an integral preciated by the company.” The
part of the creative process it- scientist’s disdain for “K P”
self. The mind requires long naturally creates resentment
periods of inactivity for ideas and leads to charges of his be-
to germinate. Unfortunately, ing “a prima donna and blame
business executives get impa- for lack of cooperation.”
tient in the interim. An office
runs on schedule the business- .4 Conflict of Values
man thinks, why can’t the sci-
entist? Another source of trouble is
Scientists also tend to get the scientist’s personal values.
over-involved in their work. Management ideology and the
The researcher very often fails ethos of science clash in funda-
to make a distinction between mental respects. Belief in the
the task at hand and his own widest possible communication
ego. He generally becomes so of scientific knowledge is cen-
involved he can no longer dif- tral to the scientist’s code. But
ferentiate himself from the task business considerations and
at hand. More than most other government security regula-
people, he is dependent on his tions, in particular, favor sec-
work for self-esteem. This cre- recy. The clampdown on in-
ates difficulties. It makes a sci- formation is a major source of
entist unusually sensitive to job dissatisfaction.
criticism, for example. Wrapped The issue of basic vs applied
up in his work, the scientist research is another source of
takes criticism far more per- conflict. The scientist’s posi-
sonally than other employees. tion is clear-cut. He is pri-
Moreover, his extreme involve- marily interested in knowledge
ment makes him less tolerant for its own sake. All else is
of work assignments not direct- secondary. For the business-
ly relevant to research skills. man, however, practical results
Report writing, administration, are foremost in importance.
—
personnel all the chores of of- Since the executive approves all
fice life others must undertake research budgets, this differ-
50 AMAZING STORIES
ence in outlook leads to con- laws, can be successfully man-
stant wrangling. aged by the procedures that
Loyalty to the organization have worked with other em-
is a core value in management’s ployees in industry. Such pro-
ideology. Among executives, the cedures include job evaluation,
term “company man” carries a hierarchical chain of com-
an aura of praise. The scien- mand, standard compensation
tist’s chief frame of reference, and benefits and sound busi-
however, is profession.
his ness-oriented supervision- This
While the executive seeks rec- approach has been the most
ognition and advancement pri- common. Yet despite the scien-
marily within the company it- tific and technological advances
self, the scientist seeks his made with it, it has not proven
status through outstanding entirely successful. The an-
technical performance in his tagonisms and conflicts which
field. Approval of his peers in exist are evidence of failure.
science is far more important
to him than approval of any Separate Them
board of directors. This 'under-
standably leads to antagonism. The second approach assume.s
How can this antagonism be that scientists are a special
diminished? How can the gap breed of men requiring very
between technical personnel and special handling and a consid-
management be bridged? erable degree of autonomy. This
Two schools of thought on assumption seems valid for
the problem are prevelant to- scientists and engineers who
day in business circles. On one work in basic research. Cer-
side, there are those who be- tainly, University administra-
lieve that scientists should be tors have operated on the basis
treated like everyone else in of it with considerable success,
the company. as have administrators of such
On the other side, there basic research laboratories as
are those who believe they the Rockefeller Institute,
should be left alone as much Brookhaven, Bel!, and GE.
as possible, unintegrated with In all fairness however, it
other groups, and run under must be admitted that such lab-
separate administration. oratories are ivory-towered to
an extent. As such, they are an
Integrate Them exception. The hard truth is
that most scientists and engi-
The treat-them-the-same ap- neers in industry will continue
proach is based on the assump- to work in applied research and
tion that scientists and engi- development. As a result, the
neers, being people and subject approach which seeks to treat
to the same basic behavioral scientists in some separate
SCIENCE AND INDUSTRY IN CONFLICT 51
special way seems deficient in fullest extent possible. Present
at least two respects. surveys indicate that only
First, applied industrial re- about 40 percent of the scien-
search and especially weapons tist’s time on the job is spent
research, requires team effort. on productive work, for which
The complexities of such re- he has had unique training and
search demand intra-discipli- experience. This must be cor-
nary teamwork. Task forces of rected if scientists are to be
scientists and engineers are fully motivated. Increased use
rapidly replacing the solitary of staff assistants for routine
worker. But this requires cen- work, improved communica-
tralized formal com-
control, tions, and better physical facili-
munications procedures, hier- ties would help achieve better
archical command. utilization. In addition, engag-
Secondly, applied research ing the scientist to work on
and development is conducted projects from inception to com-
within the inescapable context pletion, rather than calling
of company goals and objec- them in as specialists for only
tives. Considerations of cost, a small part of the job would
profit, and market are inextric- help.
ably tied to such research. Special thought must also be
Inevitably, this means that given to the style of leadership
scientific investigation must most appropriate for scientists
yield to direction from external and engineers. Studies of suc-
management sources. As a re- cessful laboratories indicate
sult, integration of research that the chief of any research
within the formal organization team should be a highly com-
and administration is neces- petent technical man himself,
sary. with extremely strong science
Actually, what appears to be motivation. As to the style of
needed in management of sci- leadership itself, studies of
entific personnel is an amalgam production teams in industrial
of the procedures championed situations indicate that neither
by both schools of thought. a predominately direct ap-
Very specific implications flow proach nor a predominately
from such a point of view; permissive approach works
well. Instead, a participatory
Solutions style of leadership involving
both direction and considera-
First, management must sat- tion for subordinates is found
isfy the professional needs of to be best.
scientists and engineers. At a These results have been re-
minimum this means that the cently validated for research
scientist’s special skills and teams as well. Scientists and
knowledge must be used to the engineers work best under par-
52 AMAZING STORIES
ticipatory leadership. Such ed the privilege of delivering
leadership has at least two papers within the company and,
basic elements. Subordinates of course, at scientific conven-
are given influence on decisions tions. A reprint service for
that are made, particularly on articles offered by company
decisions related to technical personnel is another status-
factors. At the same time, the giving technique. Scientists
chief plays an active rather and engineers have a deeply
than a passive role. He clarifies felt need for professional sta-
goals and alternative courses tus.
of action. He discusses, sug- Finally, adequate provision
gests, raises questions. He pro- must be made for individual
poses what might be done, and professional growth and devel-
reaches decisions on the basis opment. Such devices as sym-
of consultation and the partici- posiums on company premises,
pation of the men involved. access to laboratory facilities
Third, sufficient attention for private research on off-
must be paid to developing an hours, a well stacked library
equitable system of rewards and facilities for keeping up
for scientific merit. While such with the technical literature,
a system must naturally include advanced courses and training,
pay increases when indicated, attendance at professional
it must also involve status re- meetings, and liaison with uni-
wards. Suitable titles for scien- versities, are ideally suited to
tists, for example, must bd the growth needs of technical
developed which will bring the personnel.
equivalent recognition and If this nation is seriously
*
prestige management titles re- bent on improving its science
ceived. Some companies have output, considerable attention
already developed the title must be given to these issues.
“Senior Eesearch Fellow” for An environment more condu-
example, to match the title cive to scientific work must be
“Department Head.” Similarly, developed within the business
the scientist should be afford- organization. THE END
SURVIVAL TACTICS
(Continued from page 38)
white room; a white light hung you’re up again we’d all like to
over his head. Beside him, look- thank you.”
ing down with a rueful smile, Suddenly a sobbing-laughing
stood a young man wearing green-eyed girl was pressed
space medical insignia. “Yes," tightly against him. Neither of
he acknowledged the question in them spoke. They couldn’t. There
Alan’s eyes, “you hit the switch. was tcm much to aay.
That was three days ago. When THE END
53
THE SPECTROSCOPE
by S. E. COTTS
pokes fun (“Time in the Round”) and still another because of the
;
54
AMAZING SCIENCE FICTION NOVEL
THIS
CROWDED
EARTH
By ROBERT BIOCH
IlLUSTRATOR FINLAY
56
dangerous years finally erupted in blood.
57
he couldn’t hope to locate a two- head and took a gulp of the
room apartment any closer than Instantea. Yes, this year the pop-
eighty miles away. It was bad ulation was 38,000,000, and the
enough driving forty miles to boundaries of the community
and from work every morning extended north to what used to
and night without doubling the be the old Milwaukee and south
distance. If he did find a bigger past Gary. What would it be like
place, that would mean a three- next year, and the year follow-
hour trip each way on one of the ing?
commutrains, and the commu- Lately that question had be-
trains were murder. The Black gun to haunt Harry. He couldn’t
Hole of Calcutta, on wheels. quite figure out why. After all,
But then, everything was mur- it was none of his business, real-
der,Harry reflected, as he step- ly. He had a good job, security,
ped from the toilet to the sink, a nice place just two hours from
from the sink to the stove, from the Loop. He even drove his own
the stove to the table. car. What more could he ask?
Powdered eggs for breakfast. And why did he have to start
That was murder, too. But it was the day like this, with a blinding
a fast, cheap meal, easy to pre- headache?
pare, and the ingredients didn’t Harry finished his Instantea
waste a lot of storage space. The and considered the matter. Yes,
only trouble was, he hated the it was beginning again, just as
way they tasted. Harry wished it had on almost every morning
he had time to eat his breakfasts for the past month. He’d sit
in a restaurant. He could afford down at the table, eat his usual
the price, but he couldn’t afford breakfast, and end up with a
to wait in line more than a half- headache. Why?
hour or so. His office schedule at It wasn’t the food for a while
;
58 A/AAZING STORIES
" —
He glanced at his watch. It crowds, battling his way in and
was almost nine, now. High time out of the sidewalk escalators.
that he got started. He reached Besides, there was always the
over to the interapartment video danger of being crushed. He’d
and dialled the garage down- seen an old man trampled to
.stairs. death on a Michigan Boulevard
“Bill,” he said. “Can you bring escalator-feeder, and he’d never
my car around to Number forgotten it.
Three?” Being afraid was only a par-
The tiny face in the hand- tial reason for his reluctance to
screen grinned sheepishly. “Mr. change. The worst thing, for
Collins, ain’t it? Gee, I’m sorry, Harry, was the thought of all
Mr. Collins. Night crew took on those people; the forced bodily
a new man, he must have futzed contact, the awareness of smoth-
around with the lists, and I can’t ered breathing, odors, and the
find your number.” crushing confinement of flesh
Harry sighed. “It’s one-eight- against flesh. It was bad enough
seven-three-dash-five,” he said. in the lines, or on the streets.
“Light blue Pax, two-seater. Do The commutrain was just too
you want the license number, much.
too ?” Yet, as a smalt boy, Harry
“No, just your parking num- could remember the day when
ber. I’ll recognize it when I see he’d loved such trips. Sitting
it. But God only knows what there looking out of the window
That night man as the scenery whirled past
level
really
—it’s on.
that was always a thrill when
“Never mind,” Harry inter- you were a little kid. How long
rupted. “How soon?” ago had that been? More than
“Twenty minutes or so. Maybe twenty years, wasn’t it ?
half an hour.” Now there weren’t any seats,
“Half an hour? I’ll be late. and no windows. Which was just
Hurry it up!” as well, probably, because the
Harry clicked the video and scenery didn’t whirl past any
shook his head. Half an hour! more, either. Instead, there was
Well, you had to expect these a stop at every station on the
things if you wanted to be inde- line, and a constant battle as
pendent and do your own driving people jockeyed for position to
today. If he wanted to work his reach the exit-doors in time.
priority through the office, he No, the car was better.
could get his application honored Harry reached for a container
on the I.C. Line within a month. in the cabinet and poured out a
But the I.C. was just another couple of aspirystamines. That
commutrain, and he couldn’t take ought to help the headache. At
it. Standing and swaying for al- least until he got to the office.
most two hours, fighting the Then he could start with the
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— — ;
Meanwhile, getting out on the stopping on 47, 46, 45, 44, 43,
street might help him, too. A —
and here it was!
shame there wasn’t a window in “Stand back, please!” said the
this apartment, but then, what tape. Harry did his best to
good would it do, really? All he oblige, but there wasn’t much
could see through it would be room. A good two dozen of his
the next apartment. upstairs neighbors jammed the
He shrugged and picked up compartment. Harry thought he
his coat. Nine-thirty, time to go recognized one or two of the
downstairs. Maybe the car would men, but he couldn’t be sure.
be located sooner than Bill had There were so many people, so
promised; after all, he had nine many faces. After a while it got
assistants, and not everybody so they all seemed to look alike.
went to work on this first day- Yes, and breathed alike, and felt
light shift. alike when you Vr^ere squeezed
Harry walked down the hall up against them, and you were
and punched the elevator button. always being squeezed up
He looked at the indicator, against them, wherever you
watched the red band move to- went. And you could smell them,
wards the numeral of this floor, and hear them wheeze and cough,
then sweep past it. and you went falling down with
“Full up!” he muttered. “Oh, them into a bottomless pit where
well.” your head began to throb and
He reached out and touched throb and it was hard to move
both sides of the corridor. That away from all that heat and
was another thing he disliked; pressure. It was hard enough
these narrow corridors. Two just to keep from screaming
people could scarcely squeeze Then the door opened and
past one another without touch- Harry was catapulted out into
ing. Of course, it did save space the lobby. The mob behind him
to apartments this way,
build pushed and clawed because they
and space was at a premium. But were in a hurry; they were al-
Harry couldn’t get used to it. ways in a hurry these days, and
Now he remembered some of the if you got in their way they’d
old buildings that were still trample you down like that old
around when he was a little man had been trampled down;
boy there was no room for one man
The headache seemed to be in acrowd any more.
getting worse instead of better. Harry blinked and shook his
Harry looked at the indicator head.
above the
other elevator en- He gripped the edge of the
trance. The red band was crawl- wall and clung there in an effort
ing upward, passing him to stop to avoid being swept out of the
on 48. That was the top floor. lobby completely. His hands were
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sticky with perspiration. They loading platforms. The signal
slipped oflf as he slowly inched systems winked from the walls,
his way back through the crush and tires screeched defiance to
of the mob. the warning bells.
“Wait for me!” he called. Old - fashioned theologians,
“Wait for me, I’m going down!” Harry remembered, used to ar-
But his voice was lost in the gue whether there really was a
maelstrom of sound just as Hell, and if so, had it been creat-
his bO'dy was lost in the mael- ed by God or the Devil? Too bad
strom of motion. Besides, an they weren’t around today to get
automatic elevator cannot hear. an answer to their questions.
It is merely a mechanism There was a Hell, and it had
that goes up and down, just like been created by General Motors.
the other mechanisms that go Harry’s temples began to
in and out, or around and throb. Through blurred eyes, he
around, and you get caught up saw the attendant beckoning him
in them the way a squirrel gets down the line to a platform
caught in a squirrel-cage and you marked Check-Out #5. He stood
race and race, and the best you there with a cluster of others,
can hope for is to keep up with waiting.
the machinery. What was the matter with him
The elevator door clanged shut today, anyway? First the head-
before Harry could reach it. He ache, and now his feet were
waited for another car to arrive, hurting. Standing around wait-
and this time he stood aside as ing, that’s what did it. This
the crowd emerged, then darted eternal waiting. When he was a
in behind them. kid, the grownups were always
The car descended to the first complaining about the long sev-
garage level, and Harry stood en-hour work days and how they
gulping gratefully in the com- cut into their leisure time. Well,
parative isolation. There weren’t maybe they had reason to gripe,
more than ten people accompany- but at least there was some lei-
ing him. sure before work began or after
He emerged on the ramp, gave it was through. Now that extra
his number to the attendant, and time was consumed in waiting.
waved at Bill in his office. Bill Standing in line, standing in
seemed to recognize him ;
at least crowds, wearing yourself out do-
he nodded, briefly. No sense try- ing nothing.
—
ing to talk not in this sullen Still, this time it wasn’t really
subterranea, filled with the so bad. Within ten minutes the
booming echo of exhausts, the light blue Pax rolled up before
despairing shriek of brakes. him. Harry climbed in as the at-
Headlights flickered in the dark- tendant slid out from behind the
ness as cars whirled past, wheel and prepared to leave.
ascesnding and descending on the Then a fat man appeared, run-
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ning along the ramp. He gesr for me that you came along
tured wildly with a plump when you did.”
thumb. Harry nodded briefly, Harry nodded but did not re-
and the fat man hurled himself ply. At the moment he was try-
into the seat beside him and ing to edge into the traffic
slammed the door. beyond. It flowed, bumper to
They were Hany
off. read the bumper, in a steady stream a ;
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for the sake of argument that and sit in my little room for the
they are right. How can you next fifty years, turning on the
change things? We can’t just telescreen every morning to hear
will ourselves to stop growing, some loudmouthed liar tell me
and we can’t legislate against it’s a beautiful day in Chicagee.
biology. More people, in better Who knows, maybe by that time
health, with more free time, are we’ll have a hundred billion peo-
just bound to have more off- ple enjoying peace and progress
spring. It’s inevitable, under the and prosperity. All sitting in
circumstances. And neither you little rooms and
—
nor I nor anyone has the right “Watch out!” Frazer grabbed
to condemn millions upon mil- the wheel. “You nearly hit that
lions of others to death through truck.” He waited until Harry’s
war or disease.” face relaxed before relinquish-
“I know,” Harry said. “It’s ing his grip. “Harry, you’d bet-
hopeless, I guess. All the same, ter go in for a checkup. It isn’t
I want out.” He wet his lips. just a headache with you, is it?”
“Frazer, you’re on the Board “You’re not fooling,” Harry
here. You’vegot connections told him. “It isn’t just a head-
higher up. If I could only get a ache.”
chance to transfer to Ag Cul- He began to think about what
ture, go on one of those farms it really was, and that helped a
Frazer shook his head. “Sorry, the worst part, which was the
Harry. You know the situation downtown traffic and letting
there. I’m sure. Right now Frazer off and listening to Fra-
there’s roughly ninety million zer urge him to see a doctor.
approved applications on file. Then he got to the building
Everybody wants to get into Ag parking area and let them take
Culture.” his car away and bury it down
“But couldn’t I just buy some in the droning darkness where
land, get a government contract the horns hooted and the head-
for foodstuffs?” lights glared.
“Have you got the bucks? A Harry climbed the ramp and
minimum forty acres leased mingled with the ten-thirty shift
from one of the farm corpora- on its way up to the elevators.
tions will cost you two hundred Eighteen elevators in his build-
thousand at the very least, not ing, to serve eighty floors. Nine
counting equipment.” He paused. of the elevators were express to
“Besides, there’s Vocational Ap. the fiftieth floor, three were ex-
What did your tests show?” press to sixty-five. He wanted
“You’re right,” Harry said. one of the latter, and so did the
“I’m supposed to be an agency mob. The crushing, clinging
man. An agency man until I die. mob. They pressed and panted
Or retire on my pension, at fifty, the way mobs always do; mobs
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that lynch and torture and dance Telescreenads for Wilmer-Klib-
around bonfires and guillotines by, makers of window-glass.
and try to drag you down to Window-glass.
trample you to death because He opened his office door and
they can’t stand you if your then slammed it shut behind
name is Harry and you want to him. For a minute everything
be different. blurred, and then he could re-
They hate you because you member.
don’t like powdered eggs and the Now he knew what caused
telescreen and a beautiful day in him to jerk his head, what gave
Chicagee. And they stare at you him the headaches when he did
because your forehead hurts and so. Of course. That was it.
the muscle in your jaw twitches When he sat down at the
and they know you want to table for breakfast in the morn-
.
scream as you go up, up, up, and ing he turned his head to the left
try to think why you get a head- because he’d always done so, ever
ache from jerking your head to since he was a little boy. A little
the left. boy, in what was then Wheaton,
Then Harry was at the office sitting at the breakfast table
door and they said good n^orn- and looking out of the window.
ing when he came in, all eighty Looking out at summer sunshine,
of the typists in the outer office spring rain, autumn haze, the
working their electronic ma- white wonder of newfallen snow.
chines and offering him their He’d never broken himself of
electronic smiles, including the the habit. He still looked to the
girl he had made electronic love left every morning, just as he
to last Saturday night and who had today. But there was no win-
wanted him to move into a two- dow any more. There was only
room marriage and have chil- a blank wall. And beyond it, the
dren, lots of children who could smog and the clamor and the
enjoy peace and progress and crowds.
prosperity. Windo^v- glass. Wilmer-Klibby
had problems. Nobody was buy-
Harry snapped out of it, go- ing window-glass any more. No-
ing down the corridor. Only a body except the people who put
few steps more and he’d be safe up buildings like this. There
in his office, his own private of- were still windows on the top
fice,almost as big as his apart- floors, just like the window here
ment. And there would be liquor, in his office.
and the yellowjackets in the Harry stepped over to it, mov-
drawer. That would help. Then ing very slowly because of his
he could get to work. head. It hurt to keep his eyes
What was today’s assign- open, but he wanted to stare out
ment? He tried to remember. It of the window. Up this high you
was Wilmer-Klibby, wasn’t it? could see above the smog. You
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could see the sun like a radiant that it looked as if all the trees
jewel packed in the cotton cumu- in the world were on fire. And
lus of clouds. If you opened the you could scuff when you walked
window you could feel fresh air and pile up fallen leaves from
against your forehead, you could the grass and roll in them.
breathe it in and breathe out the And it was swell to roll down
headache. the front lawn in summer, just
But you didn’t dare look roll right down to the edge of
down. Oh, no, never look down, the sidewalk like it was a big
because then you’d see the build- hill and let Daddy catch you at
ings all around you. The build- the bottom, laughing.
ings below, black and sooty, their Mamma laughed too, and she
jagged outlines like the stumps said. Look, it's springtime, the
of rotten teeth. And they lilacs are out, do you want to
stretched off in all directions, as touch the pretty lilacs, Harry?
far as the eye could attain; row And Harry didn’t quite under-
after row of rotten teeth grin- stand what she was saying, but
ning up from the smog-choked he reached out and they were
throat of the streets. From the purple and smelled of rain and
maw of the city far below came soft sweetness and they were
this faint but endless howling, just beyond the window, if he
this screaming of traffic and reached a little further he could
toil. And you couldn’t help it, touch them
you breathed that in too, along And then the snow and the
with the fresh air. and it poi- leaves and the grass and the
soned you and it did more than lilacs disappeared, and Harry
make your head ache. It made could see the I’otten teeth again,
your heart ache and it made your leering and looming and snap-
soul sick, and it made you close ping at him. They were going to
your eyes and your lungs and bite,they were going to chew,
your brain against it. they were going to devour, and
Harry reeled, but he knew he couldn’t stop them, couldn’t
this was the only way. Close stop himself. He was falling into
your brain against it. And then, the howling jaws of the city.
when you opened your eyes His last conscious effort was
again, maybe you could see the a desperate attempt to gulp
way things used to be- fresh air into his lungs before
lt was snowing out and it was he pinwheeled down. Fresh air
a wet snow, the very best kind was good for headaches . . .
you what you seemed to need.” There are still some institutions
“I’m very grateful,” Harry for those suffering from func-
said. “But how can you afford tional mental disorders paresis,
senile dementia, congenital ab-
—
to do it?”
Dr. Manschoff built another normalities. But regular check-
temple to an unknown god. He ups and preventative therapy
inspected the architecture criti- take care of the great majority.
cally now as he spoke. “Because We’ve ceased concentrating on
your problem is a rarity,” he the result of mental illnesses
said. and learned to attack the causes.
“Rarity? I’d have thought “It’s the old yellow fever
millions of people would be problem all over again, you see.
breaking down every month. Once upon a time, physicians
The Naturalists say — dealt exclusively with treatment
The doctor nodded wearily. “I of yellow fever patients. Then
know what they say. But let’s they shifted their attention to
dismiss rumors and consider the source of the disease. They
facts. Have you ever read any went after the mosquitoes,
report stating that the
official drained the swamps, and the yel-
number of cases of mental ill- low fever problem vanished.
ness ran into the millions?” “That’s been our approach in
“No, I haven’t.” recent years. We’ve developed
“For that matter, do you hap- social therapy, and so the need
pen to know of anyone who was for individual therapy has di-
ever sent to a treatment center minished.
such as this?” “What were the sources of the
“Well, of course, everybody tensions producing mental dis-
goes in to see the medics for turbances? Physical and finan-
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”
steeple and placed a half of the room was here, on the second
roof in each trouser-pocket. floor, and from the beginning
And Harry Collins went out- he’d been allowed to roam around
doors. the communal halls below at
It was wonderful just to be will.
free and alone — like returning The second building was ob-
to that faraway childhood in viously administrative Dr. —
Wheaton once again". Harry ap- Manschoff’s private office was
preciated every minute of it situated therein, and presumably
during the first week of his wan- the other staff-members operat-
dering. ed out of here.
But Harry wasn’t a child any The other two buildings were
more, and after a week he began apparently inaccesible not ;
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Question: Why were there any luxury and freedom, and so
at all? little use of it. So little appar-
A place like this cost a fortune ent purpose to it all. ,
his voice was low. “Yes, damn ably such a dream buried deep
it, it does. I mean, I got the within the psyche of every man,
—
idea at least, I was hoping Harry reflected, but to few is it
that this wasn’t just a matter ever given to realize its reality.
of carrying out an assignment His early questioning attitude
on your part.” gave way to a mood of mere ac-
She looked up at him gravely. ceptance and enjoyment. This
“Who said anything about an was the primitive drama, the
assignment, darling?” she mur- very essence of the male-female
mured. “I volunteered.” relationship; Adanl and Eve in
And then she was gone. the Garden. Why waste time
Then she was gone, and then seeking the Tree of Knowledge?
she came back that night in And it wasn’t until summer
Harry’s dreams, and then she passed that Harry even thought
was at the river the next day about the Serpent.
and it was better than the One afternoon, as he sat wait-
dreams, better than the day be- ing for Sue on the river bank,
fore. he heard a sudden movement in
Sue told him she had been the brush behind him.
watching him for weeks now. “Darling?” he called, eagerly.
And she had gone to Manschoff “Please, you don’t know me
and suggested it, and she was that well.” The deep masculine
very glad. And they had to meet voice carried overtones of
here, out in the open, so as not amusement.
to complicate the situation or Flushing, Harry turned to
disturb any of the other patients. confront the intruder. He was
So Harry naturally asked her a short, stocky, middle-aged man
about the other patients, and whose bristling gray crewcut al-
the whole general setup, and she most matched the neutral shades
said Dr. Manschoff would answer of his gray orderly’s uniform.
all those questions in due time. “Expecting someone else,
But right now, with only an hour were you?” the man muttered.
or so to spare, wns he going to “Well, I’ll get out of your way.”
spend it all asking for informa- “That’s not necessary. I was
tion? Matters were accordingly really just daydreaming, I guess.
adjusted to their mutual satis- I don’t know what made me
faction, and it was on that basis think— ” Harry felt his flush
that they continued their almost deepen, and he lowered his eyes
daily meetings for some time. and his voice as he tried to im-
The next few months were provise some excuse.
perhaps the happiest Harry had “You’re a lousy liar,” the man
ever known. The whole interval said, stepping forward and seat-
took on a dreamlike quality ing himself on the bank next to
idealized, romanticized, yet Harry. “But it doesn’t really
basically sensual. There is prob- matter. I don’t think your girl
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”
the ones about the birds and the I’m saying. You can prove it, for
bees, and barefoot boys and yourself.”
blondes, too. Your little friend “How?”
Sue is going to have a sou- “Pretend this meeting never
venir.” occurred. Pretend that you just
“I don’t believe it! I’m going spent the afternoon here, wait-
to ask Dr. Manschoff.” ing for a girl who never showed
“Sure you are. You’ll ask up. Then do exactly what you
Manscholf and deny it. And
he’ll would do under those circum-
so you’ll tell him about me. ~ stances. Go in to see Dr. Man-
You’ll say you met somebody in schoff and ask him where Sue is,
—
the woods today either a luna- tell him you were worried be-
tic or a Naturalist spy who cause she’d promised to meet
infiltrated here under false pre- you and then didn’t appear.
tenses. And Manschoff will re- “I can tell you right now what
assure you. He’ll reassure you he’ll tell you. He’ll say that Sue
jut long enough to get his hands has been transferred to another
on me. Then he’ll take care of treatment center, that she knew
both of us.”
"Are you insinuating — about it for several weeks but
didn’t want to upset you with
“Hell, no! I’m telling you!” the news of her departure. So
Ritchie put his hand down sud- she decided to just slip away.
denly, and his voice calmed. And Manschoff will tell you not
“Ever wonder about those other to be unhappy. It just so hap-
two big buildings on the prem- pens that he knows of another
ises here, Collins? Well, I can nurse who has had her eye on
tell you about one of them, be- —
you a vei-y pretty little bru-
cause that’s where I work. You nette named Myrna. In fact, if
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you go down to the river tomor- business just smuggling it out
row, you’ll find her waiting for of the files —
no telling how well
you there.” they check up on this material.”
“What refuse?”
if I
Ritchie shrugged. “Why Harry circled behind the
should you refuse? It’s all fun smaller man. He squinted down.
and games, isn’t it? Up to now “Hard to read.”
you haven’t asked any questions “Sure. It’s a photostat. I
about what was going on, and it made it myself, this morning;
would look very strange if you that’s my department. Read
started at this late date. I carefully now. You’ll see it’s a
strongly advise you to cooperate. transcript of the lab report. Su-
If not, everything is likely to— san Pulver, that’s her name,
quite literally— go up in smoke.” isn’t it? After due examination
Harry Collins frowned. “All and upon completion of prelim-
right, suppose I do what you say, inary tests, hereby found to be
and Manschoff gives me the an- in the second month of preg-
swers you predict. This still nancy. Putative father, Harry
doesn’t prove that he’d be lying Collins— that’s you, see your
or that you’re telling me the name? And here’s the rest of the
truth.” record.”
“Wouldn’t it indicate- as much, “Yes, let me see it. What’s all
though ?” this about inoculation series?
“Perhaps. But on the other And who is this Dr. Leffing-
hand, it could merely mean that well?” Harry bent closer, but
you know Sue has been trans- Ritchie closed his hand around
ferred, and that Dr. Manschoff the photostat and pocketed it
intends to turn me over to a again.
substitute. It doesn’t necessarily “Never mind that, now. I’ll
imply anything sinister.” tell you later. The important
“In other words, you’re insist- thing is, do you believe me?”
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going insane. And it's like this people will have to think about
all over the world. the possibilities. There’ll be op-
“This is race-suicide, Art. position, then controversy, then
Race-suicide through sheer fe- debate. And gradually Leffing-
cundity. LefRngwell is right. well will gain adherents. It may
The reproductive instinct, un- take five years, it may take ten.
checked, will overbalance group Finally, the change will come.
survival in the end. How long First through volunteers. Then
has it been since you were out by law. I only pray that it hap-
on the streets?” pens soon.”
The Secretary of State shrug- “They’ll curse your name,”
ged. “You know I never go out the Secretary said. “They’ll try
on the streets,” he said. “It isn’t to kill you. It’s going to be
very safe.” hell.”
“Of course not. But it’s no “Hell for me if I do, yes.
safer for the hundreds of mil- Worse hell for the whole world
lions who have to go out every if I don’t.”
day. Accident, crime, the sheer “But are you quite sure it will
maddening proximity of the work? His method, I mean?”
crowds —
these phenomena are “You saw the reports on his
increasing through mathemati- tests, didn’t you? It works, all
cal progression.And they must right. We’ve got more than just
be stopped. Leffingwell has the abstract data, now. We’ve got
only answer.” films for the telescreenings all
“They won’t buy it.” warned set up.”
the Secretary. “Congress won’t, “Films? You mean you’ll ac-
and the voters won’t, any more tually show what the results
than they bought birth-control. are? Why, just telling the peo-
And this is worse.” ple will be bad enough. And ad-
“I know that, too.” The Presi- mitting the government spon-
dent rose and walked over to the sored the project under wraps.
window, looking out at the sky- But when they see, nothing on
scraper apartments which loom- earth can save you from assas-
ed across what had once been sination.”
the Mall. He was trying to find “Perhaps. It doesn’t really
the dwarfed spire of Washing- matter.” The President crushed
ton’s Monument in the tangled his cigarette in the ashtray.
maze of stone. “One less mouth to feed. And
“If I go before the people and I’m getting pretty sick of syn-
sponsor Leffingwell, I’m through. thetic meals, anyway.”
Through as President, through President Winthrop turned to
with the Party. They’ll crucify the Secretary, his eyes bright-
me. But some^dy in authority ening momentarily. “Tell you
must push this project. That’s what. Art. I’m not planning on
the beginning. Once it’s known. breaking the proposal to the
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public until next Monday. What brunette whom Ritchie had
say we have a little private din- mentioned, and she did her best
ner party on Saturday evening, to console him —only in dreams,
just the Cabinet members and when he embraced her, he was
their wives? Sort of a farewell embracing a writhing coil of
celebration, in a way, but we slimy smoke.
won’t call it that, of course? It may have been that Harry
Cljef tells me there’s still twen- Collins went a little mad, just
ty pounds of hamburger in the having to pretend that he was
freezers.” sane. But he learned the way,
“Twenty pounds of hambur- and he managed. He saved the
ger? You mean it?” The Secre- madness (or was it the reality?)
tary of State was smiling, too. for the dreams.
“That’s right.” The President Meanwhile he waited and said
of the United States grinned in nothing.
anticipation. “Been a long time He said nothing when, after
since I’ve tasted a real, honest- three months or so, Myrna was
to-goodness hamburger.” suddenly "transferred” without
warning.
4. Harry Collins — 2000 He said nothing when, once a
week or so, he went in to visit
LTAKRY didn’t ask any ques- with Dr. Manschoff.
tions. He just kept his He said nothing when Man-
mouth shut and waited. Maybe schoflf volunteered the informa-
Dr. Manschoff suspected and tion that Ritchie had been
maybe he didn’t. Anyway, there “transferred” too, or suggested
was no trouble. Harry figured that it would be best to stay on
there wouldn’t be, as long as he for “further therapy.”
stayed in line and went through And he said nothing when
the proper motions. It was all a a third nurse came his
still way;
matter of pretending to con- a woman who was com-
callid,
form, pretending to agree, pre- plaisant, and nauseatingly nym-
tending to believe. phomaniac.
So he watched his step ex- The important thing was to
cept in the dreams, and then he stay alive. Stay alive and try to
toas always falling into the learn.
yawning abyss.
He kept his nose clean but — It took him almost an addi-
in the dreams he smelled the tional year to find out what he
blood and brimstone of the pit. wanted to find out. More than
He managed to retain a cheer- eight months passed before he
ful smile at all times though, found a way of sneaking out of
in the dreams, he screamed. his room at night, and a way of
Eventually, he even met getting into that Third Unit
Myrna. She was the pretty little through a delivery door which
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was occasionally left open incinerators were kept busy and
through negligence. why the black smoke poured.
Even then, all he learned was In the nightmare he saw the
that the female
patients did special units containing those
have their living quarters here, which were not mistakes or fail-
along with the members of the ures, and in a way they were
staff and —
presumably— Dr. Lef- worse than the others. They
fingwell. Many of the women were red and wriggling there
were patients rather than nurs- beneath the glass, and on the
es, as claimed, and a good num- glass surfaces hung the charts
ber of them were in various which gave the data. Then
stages of pregnancy, but this Harry saw the names, saw his
proved nothing. own name repeated twice once —
Several times Harry debated for Sue, one for Myrna. And he
the possibilities of taking some realized that he had contributed
of the other men in his Unit into to the successful outcome or
his confidence. Then he remem- issue of the experiments {out-
bered what had happened to come? Issue? These horrors?)
Arnold Ritchie and decided and that was why Manschoff
against this course. The risk must have chosen to take the
was too great. He had to con- risk of keeping him alive. Be-
tinue alone. cause he was one of the good
It wasn’t until Harry manag- guinea pigs, and he had spawn-
ed to get into Unit Four that he ed, spawned living, mewing
got what he wanted (what he abominations.
didn’t want) and learned that He had dreamed of these
reality and dreams were one and things, and now he saw that they
the same. were real, so that nightmare
There was the night, more merged with now, and he could
than a year after he’d come to gaze down at it with open eyes
the treatment center, when he and scream at lastwith open
finally broke into the basement mouth.
and found the incinerators. And Then, of course, an attendant
the incinerators led to the oper- came running (although he
ating and delivery chambers, seemed to be moving ever so
and the delivery chambers led slowly, because everything
to the laboratory and the lab- moves so slowly in a dream) and
oratory led to the incubators and Harry saw him coming and lift-
the incubators led to the night- ed a bell-glass and smashed it
mare. down over the man’s head
In the nightmare Harry found (slowly, ever so slowly) and
himself looking down at the mis- then he heard the others coming
takes and the failures and he and he climbed out of the win-
recognized them for what they dow and ran.
were, and he knew then why the The searchlights winked
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across the courtyards and the yon’s moiling maw, Harry Col-
sirens vomited hysteria from lins found that freedom and
metallic throats and the night that oblivion. He escaped from
was filled with shadows that the nightmare, just as he escap-
pursued. ed from the river.
But Harry knew where to The river itself roared on
run. He ran straight through without him.
the nightmare, through all the And the nightmare continued,
fantastic but familiar convolu- too . . .
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” ”
ment’s gonna tell me how to run down on the bed. He didn’t look
my life. Sa free country, ain’t at her as he spoke.
so?” “Well, we gotta do some-
Minnie’s mouth began to thing,” he said. “You don’t want
twitch. “They’re coming back those shots and that’s for sure.
tomorra morning, the fella said. Maybe I can have one of those
To give me the first shots. Gee, other things instead, those
”
honey. I’m scared, like. I don’t whaddya-call-’ems.
want ’em.” “You mean where they oper-
“That settles it,” Frank said. ate you, like?”
“We’re getting out of this place, “That’s right. A
vas-some-
fast,” thing. You know, sterilize you.
“Where’d we go?” Then we won’t have to worry.”
“Dunno. Someplace. Texas, Minnie took a deep breath.
maybe. I was listening to the Then she sat down and put her
’casts at work today. They don’t arm around Frank.
have this law in Texas. Not yet, “But you wanted kids,” she
an5rway. Come on, start pack- murmured. “You told me, when
ing.” we got married, you always
“Packing? But how’ll we get wanted to have a son —
there ?” Frank pulled away.
“Fly. We’ll jet right out.” “Sure I do,” he said. “A son.
“You got prior’ty reservations That’s what I want. A real son.
or something?” Not a freak. Not a damped little
“No.” The scowl returned to monster that has to go to the
Frank’s forehead. “But maybe if Clinic every month and take in-
I pitch ’em a sob story, tell ’em jections so it won’t grow. And
our honeymoon, you know, what happens to you if you take
it’s
then we could
— your shots now? What if they
Minnie shook her head. “It drive you crazy or something?"
won’t work, honey. You know Minnie put her arm around
that. Takes six months to get a Frank again and made him look
prior’ty clearance or whatever at her. “That’s not true,” she
they call it. Besides, your job told him. “That’s just a lot of
—
and all what’ll you do in Naturalist talk. I know.”
Texas ? They’ve got your number “Hell you do.”
listedhere. Why, we couldn’t “But I do, honey! Honest,
Texas is
even land, like. I bet like! May Stebbins, she took the
even more crowded than Angel- shots last year, when they asked
isco these days, in the cities. for volunteers. And she’s all
And all the rest of it is Ag Cul- right. You seen her baby your-
ture project, isn’t it?” self, remember? It’s the sweet-
Frank was leaning against the est little thing, and awful
sink, listening. Now he took smart! So maybe it wouldn’t be
three steps forward and sat so bad.”
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those Indians all the way. But into the drumming hoofbeats of
they never stopped until they got a million buffalo.
here. Because they was the Let Frank talk to her again
pioneers." in the morning if he liked, Min-
“Pioneers?” nie thought. It wouldn't make
“That’s what Grandma said any difference now. Because you
her Grandma called herself. A can’t stop us pioneers.
pioneer. She was real proud of
it, too. Because it means having 6. Harry Collins—2012
the courage to cut loose from all
the old things and try some- UARRY crouched behind the
thing new when you need to. boulders, propping the rifle
Start a whole new world, a up between the rocks, and ad-
whole new kind of life." justed the telescopic sights. The
She sighed. “I always wanted distant doorway sprang into
to be a pioneer, like, but I never sharp focus. Grunting with sat-
thought I’d get the chance.” isfaction, he settled down to his
“What are you talking about? vigil. The rifle-barrel had been
What’s all this got to do with us, dulled down against detection
or having a kid?” by reflection, and Harry’s dark
“Don’t you see? Taking these glasses protected him against
shots, having a baby this new the glare of the morning sun.
—
way it’s sort of being a pio- He might have to wait several
neer, too. Gonna help bring a hours now, but he didn’t care. It
new kind of people into a new had taken him twelve years to
kind of world. And if that’s not come this far, and he was will-
being a pioneer, like, it’s the ing to wait a little while longer.
closest I can come to it. It sounds Twelve years. Was it really
right to me now.” that long?
Minnie smiled and nodded. “I A mirror might have answered
guess I made up my mind just him a mirror might have shown
;
now. I’m taking the shots." him the harsh features of a man
“Hell you are!” Frank told of forty-two. But Harry needed
her. “We’ll talk about it some no mirror. He could remember
more in the morning.” the past dozen years only too
But Minnie continued to —
easily though they had not
smile. been easy years.
And that night, as she lay in Surviving the river was only
the utility bed, the squeaking of the beginning. Animal strength
the springs became the sound of carried him through that ordeal.
turning wheels. The plastic walls But he emerged from the river
and ceiling of the eightieth-floor as an animal a wounded animal,
;
crude but efficient and Harry for them there, so they fled to
was grateful. Best of all, they the canyons of the west. Plari-y
asked no questions. Harry’s had found himself a new niche,
status was that of a hunted and no questions asked.
fugitive, without a Vocational Oddly enough, he fitted in.
Apt record or rating. The au- The outdoor life agreed with
thorities orany prospective em- him, and in a matter of months
ployers would inquire into these he was a passable cowpoke with-
;
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And some of the other hands lege professor or even a football
were interesting companions. coach he had an aptitude for the
;
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” ””
hear the rumbling, the unmis- walking the face of the earth.
takable rumbling. And now he It had risen from the mud,
could smell the rank mustiness abandoned its wallowing as its
borne on the hot breeze. Well, at trunk curled about, sensitive to
least he was down-wind. the unfamiliar scent of man. Its
The boy behind him trembled, ears rose like the outspread
eyes wide. He had seen some- wings of some gigantic jungle
thing, all right. Maybe just a bat. Mike could see the flies
crocodile, though. Still some buzzing around the ragged
t06 AMAZING STORIES
edges. He stared at the great Mike shook his head. “I can’t
tusks that were veined and yel- do it,” he said. “That isn’t meat.
—
lowed and broken once men had That’s life. Bigger life than we
hunted elephants for ivory, he are. Don’t you understand? Oh,
remembered. the bloody hell with it! Come
But how could they? Even on.”
with guns, how had they dared The boy wasn’t listening to
to confront a moving mountain ? him. He was watching the ele-
Mike tried to swallow, but his phant. And now he started to
throat was dry. The stock slip- tremble.
ped through his clammy hands. For the elephant was moving
“Shoot!” implored the boy be- up onto solid ground. It moved
side him. “You shoot, now!” slowly, daintily, almost mincing
Mike gazed down. The ele- as its legs sampled the surface
phant was aware of him. It of the shore. Then it looked up
turned deliberately, staring up and this time there was no doubt
the bank as it swayed on the as to the direction of its gaze—
four black pillars of its legs. it stared intently at Mike and
Mike could see its eyes, set in a the boy on the bank. Its ears
mass of grayish wrinkles. The fanned, then flared. Suddenly the
eyes had recognized him. elephant raised its trunk and
They knew, he realized. The trumpeted fiercely.
eyes knew all about him; who And then, lowering the black
he was and what he was and battering-ram of its head, the
what he had come here to do. beast came forward. A deceptive-
The eyes had seen man before ly slow lope, a scarcely acceler-
perhaps long before Mike was ated trot, and then all at once
born. They understood every- it was moving swiftly, swiftly
thing the gun and the presence
; and surely and inexorably to-
and the purpose. wards them. The angle of the
“Shoot!” the boy cried, not bank was not steep and the ele-
bothering to hold his voice down phant’s speed never slackened on
any longer. For the elephant the slope. Its right shoulder
was moving slowly towards the struck a sapling and the sapling
side of the wallow, moving delib- splintered. It was crashing for-
erately to firmer footing, and ward in full charge. Again it
the boy was afraid. Mike was trumpeted, trunk extended like a
afraid, too, but he couldn’t flail of doom.
shoot. “Shoot!” screamed the boy.
“No,” he murmured. “Let him Mike didn’t want to shoot. He
go. I can’t kill him.” wanted to run. He wanted to flee
“You must,” the boy said. the mountain, flee the incredible
—
“You promise. Look^ all the breathing bulk of this grotesque
meat. Meat for two, three vil- giant. But he was a white hunt-
lages.” er, he was a man, and a man is
not a beast ; a man does not run he’d be going there now. Noth-
away from life in any shape or ing to hold him here in the
size. for-ests any longer. He wouldn’t
The trunk came up. Mike even wait for the big feast. To
raised the gun. He heard the hell with elephant-meat, anyway.
monster roar, far away, and His hunting days were over.
then he heard another sound Mike walked slowly up the
that must be the gun’s dis- trail to the waiting boys.
charge, and something hit him And behind him, in the wal-
in the shoulder and knocked low, the flies settled down on the
him down. Recoil? Yes, because lifeless carcass of the last ele-
the elephant wasn’t there any phant in the world.
more; he could hear the crash-
ing and thrashing down below, 8. Harry Collins—2029
over the rim of the river bank.
Mike stood up. He saw the ipHE guards at Stark Falls
boy running now, running back were under strict orders not
to the bearers huddled along the to talk. Each prisoner here was
edge of the trail. exercised alone in a courtyard
He rubbed his shoulder, picked runway, and meals were served
up his gun, reloaded. The sounds in the cells. The cells were com-
from below had ceased. Slowly, fortable enough, and while there
Mike advanced to the lip of the were no telescreens, books were
bank and stared down. available —
genuine,
.
oldstyle
The bull elephant had fallen books which must have been pre-
and rolled into the wallow once served from libraries dismantled
more. It had taken a direct hit, fifty years ago or more. Harry
just beneath the right ear, and Collins found no titles dated
even as Mike watched, its trunk later than 1975. Every day or so
writhed feebly like a dying ser- an attendant wheeled around a
pent, then fell forward into the cart piled high with the dusty
mud. The gigantic ears twitched, volumes. Harry read to pass the
then flickered and flopped, and time.
the huge body rolled and settled. At first he kept anticipating
Suddenly Mike began to cry. his trial, but after a while he
Damn it, he hadn’t wanted to almost forgot about that possi-
shoot. If the elephant hadn’t bility. And it was well over a
charged like that year before he got a chance to
But the elephant had to tell his story to anyone.
charge. Just as he had to shoot. When his opportunity came,
That was the whole secret. The his audience did not consist of
secret of life. And the secret of judge or jury, doctor, lawyer or
death, too. penologist. He spoke only to
Mike turned away, facing the Richard Wade, a fellow-prisoner
east. Kenyarobi was east, and who had been thrust into the
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” ” —
talked about working for the tion was fun while it lasted.
—
networks the commercial net- Ever read any of it?”
works, privately owned, which “No,” Harry admitted. “That
flourish^ before the govern- was all before my time. Tell me,
ment took over communications —
though did any of it make
media in the ’80s. sense? I mean, did some of those
"That’s where you got your writers foresee what was really
start, eh ?” Harry asked. going to happen?”
“Lord, no, boy! I’m a lot more “There were plenty of penny
ancient than you think. Why, prophets and nickel Nostrada-
I’m pushing sixty-five. Born in muses,” Wade told him. “But as
1940. That’s right, during World I said, most of them were as-
War II. I can almost remember suming war with the Commu-
the atomic bomb, and I sure as nists or a new era of space
hell remember the sputniks. It travel. Since Communism col-
was a crazy period, let me tell lapsed and space flight was just
you. The pessimists worried an expensive journey to a dead
about the Russians blowing us end and dead worlds, it follows
up, and the optimists were sure that the majority of fictional fu-
we had a glorious future in the tures were founded on fallacies.
conquest of space. Ever hear And all the rest of the extrapola-
that old fable about the blind tions dealt with superficial social
men examining an elephant? manifestations.
Well, that’s the way most people “For example, they wrote
were ; each of them groping about civilizations dominated by
around and trying to determine advertising and mass-motivation
the exact shape of things to techniques. It’s true that during
come. A few of us even made a my childhood this seemed to be
little money from it for a while, —
a logical trend but once de-
writing science fiction. That’s mand exceeded supply, the whole
how I got my start.” mechanism of stimulating de-
“You were a writer?” mand, which was advertising’s
“Sold my first story when I chief function, bogged down.
was eighteen or so. Kept on And mass-motivation techniques,
writing off and on for almost today, are dedicated almost en-
twenty years. Of course, Robert- tirely to maintaining minimum
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resistance to a system insuring tions, was the population prob-
our survival. lem. You can’t run a world
“Another popular idea was through advertising when there
based on the notion of an ex- are so many people that there
—
panding matriarchy a geronto- aren’t enough goods to go
matriarchy, rather, in which around anyway. You can’t turn
older women would take control. it over to big business when big
In an age when women outlived government has virtually ab-
men by a number of years, this sorbed all of the commercial and
seemed possible. Now, of course, industrial functions, just to cope
shortened working hours and with an ever-growing demand.
medical advances have equalized A matriarchy loses its meaning
the life-span. And since private when the individual family unit
property has become less and changes character, under the
less of a factor in dominating stress of an increasing popula-
our collective destinies, it hardly tion-pressure which eliminates
matters whether the male or the the old-fashioned home, family
female has the upper hand. circle, and social pattern. And
“Then there was the common the more we must conserve
theory that technological ad- dwindling natural resources for
vances would result in a push- people, the less we can expend
button society, where automa- on experimentation with robots
tons would do all the work. And and machinery. As for the
so they might — if we had an un- psychologist-dominated society,
limited supply of raw materials there are just too many patients
to produce robots, and unlimited and not enough physicians. I
power-sources to activate them. don’t have to remind you that
As we now realize, atomic power the military caste lost its chance
cannot be utilized on a minute of control when war disappear-
scale. ed, and that religion is losing
“Last, but not least, there was ground every day. Class-lines are
the concept of a medically-orien- vanishing, and racial distinc-
tated system, with particular tions will be going next. The old
emphasis on psychotherapy, idea of a World Federation is
neurosurgery, and parapsychol- becoming more and more practi-
ogy. The world was going to be cal. Once the political barriers
run by telepaths, psychosis eli- are down, miscegenation will
minated by brainwashing, intel- finish the job.But nobody seem-
lect developed by hypnotic sug- ed to foresee this particular fu-
gestion. It sounded great —
but ture. They all made the mistake
the conquest of physical disease of worrying about the hydrogen-
has occupied the medical profes- bomb instead of the sperm-
sion almost exclusively. bomb.”
“No, what they all seemed to Harry nodded thoughtfully,
overlook, with only a few excep- although Wade couldn’t see his
who haven’t been passive or per- comes. I’ll be rea^y. And mean-
suaded. Maybe we’re the govern- while, I can hope.”
ment’s insurance policy. If an. “The time has come,” Austin
emergency arises, we’ll be said, gently.
freed.” And then he was standing,
"And then what would you miraculously enough, outside his
do?” Austin asked, softly. cell and before the door to
“You’re against the system, Harry’s cell, and the door was
aren’t you?” opening. And once again Harry
“Yes. But I’m for survival.” stared into the wide eyes he re-
Harry Collins spoke slowly, membered —
so well the same
thoughtfully. “You see, I’ve wide eyes, set in the face of a
learned something through the fullgrown man. A fullgrown
years of study and contact here. man, three feet tall. He stood
Rebellion is not the answer.” up, shakily, as the man held out
"You hated Leffingwell.” his hand and said, “Hello,
"Yes, Father.”
that all
I until I realized
did,
this was inevitable. “But I don’t understand
—
Leffingwell is not a villain and “I’ve waited a long time for
neither is any given individual, this moment. I had to talk to
ift or out of government. Our you, find out how you really felt,
road to hell has been paved with so that I’d be sure. Now you’re
only the very best of intentions. ready to join us.”
Killing the engineers and con- “What’s happening? What do
tractors will not get us off that you want with me?”
road, and we’re all on it to- “We’ll talk later.” Harry’s son
gether. We’ll have to find a way smiled. “Right now. I’m taking
of changing the direction of our you home.”
journey. The young people will
be too anxious to merely rush 9. Eric Donovan —2031
blindly ahead. Most of my gen-
eration will be sheeplike, mov- "C^RIC was glad to get to the
ing as part of the herd, because office and shut the door.
of their conditioning. Only we Lately he’d had this feeling
oldtime rebels will be capable of whenever he went out, this feel-
plotting a course. A course for ing that people were staring at
all of us.” him. It wasn’t just his imagina-
“What about your son?” Aus- tion: they did stare. Every
tin asked. younger person over a yard high
“I’m thinking of him,” Harry got stared at nowadays, as if
Collins answered. "Of him, and they were freaks. And it wasn’t
of all the others. Maybe he does just the staring that got him
not need me. Maybe none of down, either.
them need me. Maybe it’s all an Sometimes they muttered and
illusion. But if the time ever mumbled, and sometimes they
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called names. Eric didn’t mind used to be the worst insult of
stuff like “dirty Naturalist.” all.
That he could understand once — But now it wasn’t an insult
upon a time, way back, every- any more. Being taller was the
body who was against the Leff insult. Being a dirty Naturalist
Law was called a Naturalist. or a son-of-a-Naturalist. Times
And before that it had still an- certainly had changed.
other meaning, or -so he’d been Eric glanced at the communi-
told. Today, of course, it just cator. Almost noon, and it had
meant anyone who was over five not flicked yet. Here he’d been
feet tall. beaming these big offers, you’d
No, he could take the ordinary think he’d get some response to
name-calling, all right. But an expensive beaming program,
sometimes they said other but no. Maybe that was the trou-
things. They used words nobody ble —
nobody liked big things any
ever uses unless they really hate more. Everything was small.
you, want to kill you. And that He shifted uneasily in his
was at the bottom of it, Eric chair. That was one consolation,
knew. They did hate him, they at least; he still had oldtime
did want to kill him. furniture. Getting to be harder
Was he a coward? Perhaps. and harder to find stuff that
But it wasn’t just Eric’s imagi- fitted him these days. Seemed
nation. You never saw anything like most of the firms making
about such things on the tele- furniture and bedding and
screens, but Naturalists were household appliances were turn-
being killed every day. The older ing out the small stuff for the
people were still in the majority, younger generation. Cheaper to
but the youngsters were coming make, less material, and more
up fast. And there were so many demand for it. Government al-
more of them. Besides, they were located size priorities to the
more active, and this created the manufacturers.
illusion that there were Yard- It was even murder to ride
sticks everywhere. public transportation because of
Eric sat down behind his desk, the space-reductions. Eric drove
grinning. Yardsticks. When he his own jetter. Besides, that way
was a kid it had been just the was safer. Crowded into a line)
other way around. He and the with a gang of Yardsticks, with
rest of them who didn’t get only a few other Naturalists
shots in those early days consid- around, there might be trouble
ered themselves to be the normal Oh, it was getting to be n
ones. And they did the name- Yardstick world, and no mistake
calling. Names like “runt” and Smaller furniture, smaller meals,
“half-pint” and “midgie.” But smaller sizes in clothing, smaller
the most common name was the buildings
—
one that stuck ^Yardstick. That That reminded Eric of some-
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thing and he frowned again. course. The Leif shots had
Dammit, why didn’t the commu- created the new generation of
nicator flick? He should be get- Yardsticks, and they lived in
ting some kind of inquiries. their own world. Their shrunk-
Hell, he was practically giving en, dehydrated world of doll-
the space away! houses and miniatures. They’d
But there was only silence, as deserted the old-fashioned sky-
there had been all during this scrapers and cut the big apart-
past week. That’s why he let ment buildings up into tiny
Lorette go. Sweet girl, but there cubicles; two could occupy the
was no work for her here any space formerly reserved for one.
more. No work, and no pay, That had been the purpose of
either. Besides, the place spook- the Leif shots in the first place
ed her. She’d been the one who —to put an end to overcrowding
suggested leaving, really. and conserve on resources. Well,
“Eric, I’m sorry, but I just it had worked out. Worked out
can’t take this any more. All too perfectly for people like
alone in this huge building it’s — Eric Donovan. Eric Donovan,
curling my toes!” rental agent for a building no-
At first he tried to talk her body wanted any more a ninety-
;
year. The older people hold the the archaicism with studied
key positions and the power. Of care. “You saw films. Faked
course there’s a lot of friction films.Have you ever traveled,
and resentment. But you know Eric? Ever been down south and
all that.” seen conditions there?”
“Certainly.” Wolzek nodded. “Nobody travels nowadays.
“All that and more. Much more. You know that. Priorities.”
I know that up until a few years “I travel, Eric. And I know.
ago, no Yardstick held any pub- Security forces don’t suppress
lic office or government position. anything in the south these
Now they’re starting to move days. Because they’re made up
in, particularly in Europasia. of Yardsticks now; that’s right,
But there’s so many of them Yardsticks exclusively. And in a
—
now adults, in their early few years that’s the way it will
—
twenties that the pressure is be up here. Did you ever hear
building up. They’re impatient, about the Chicagee riots?”
getting out of hand. They won’t “You mean last year, when the
wait until the old folks die off. Yardsticks tried to take over the
They want control now. And if synthetic plants at the Stock-
they ever manage to get it, yards?”
we’re finished for good.” “Tried? They succeeded. The
“Impossible!” Eric said. workers ousted management.
“Impossible?” Wolzek’s voice Over fifty thousand were killed
was a mocking echo. “You sit in the revolution —
oh, don’t look
here in this tomb and when so shocked, that’s the right word
somebody tells you that the for it! —
but the Yardsticks won
world you know has died, you out in the end.”
refuse to believe it. Even though “But the telescreen showed —
every night, after you sneak “Damn the telescreen ! I know
home and huddle up inside your because I happened to be there
room trying not to be noticed, when it happened. And if you
ten guards patrol this place with had been there, you and a few
subatomics, so the Yardstick million other ostriches who sit
gangs won’t break in and take with your heads buried in tele-
over. So they won’t do what screens, maybe we could have
they did down south overrun — stopped them.”
the office buildings and the fac- “I don’t believe it. I can’t!”
tories and break them up, cut “All right. Think back. That
them down to size for living was last year. And since the
quarters.” first of this year, what’s hap-
“But they were stopped,” Eric pened to the standard size meat-
objected. “I saw it on the tele- ration ?”
screen, the security forces stop- “They cut it in half,” Eric ad-
ped them—” mitted. “But that’s because of
“Crapola!” Wolzek pronounced Ag shortages, according to the
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telescreen reports
—
” He stood didn’t quite have the guts to try
up, gulping. “Look here, I’m not and beat the law. Well, you’ll
going to listen to any more of need guts now, because it’s get-
this kind of talk. By rights, I ting to the point where the law'
ought turn your name in.”
to can’t protect you any more. The
“Go ahead.” Wolzek waved his government is made up of old
hand. “It’s happened before. I men, and they’re afraid to take
was reported when I blasted the action. In a few years they’ll be
Yardsticks who shot my father pushed out of office all over the
down when he tried to land his world. We’ll have Yardstick gov-
jet in a southern field. I was re- ernment then, all the way, and
ported when they killed An- Yardstick law. And that means
nette.” they’ll cut us down to size.”
“Annette?” “But what can you we do — —
“You remember that name, about it?”
don’t you, Eric? Your first girl, “Plenty. There’s still a little
wasn’t she? Well, I’m the guy time. If we Naturalists can only
who married her. Yes, and I’m get together, stop being just a
the guy who talked her into name and become an organized
having a baby without the bene- force, maybe the ending will be
fit of Leff shots. Sure, it’s illegal, different. We’ve got to try, in
and only a few of us ever try it any case.”
any more, but we both agreed “The Yardsticks are human
that we wanted it that way. A beings, just like us,” Eric said,
real, life-sized, normal baby. Or slowly. “We can’t just declare
abnormal, according to the war on them, wipe them out.
Yardsticks and the stupid gov- It’s not their fault they were
ernment. born that way.”
“It was a dirty scum of a Wolzek nodded. “I know.
government doctor who let her Nothing is anybody’s fault, real-
die on the table when he discov- ly. This whole business began in
ered the child weighed seven good faith. Leffingwell and some
pounds. That’s when I really of the other geniuses saw a
woke up, Eric. That’s when I problem and offered what they
knew there was going to be only sincerely believed was a solu-
one decision to make in the fu- tion.”
—
ture kill or be killed.” “But it didn’t work,” Eric
“Annette. She died, you say?” murmured.
Wolzek moved over and put “Wrong. It worked only too
his hand on Eric’s shoulder. well. That’s the trouble. Sure,
“You never married, did you, we eliminated our difficulties on
Eric? I think I know why. It’s the physical level. In less than
because you felt the way I did thirty years we’ve reached a
about it. You wanted a regular point where there’s no longer
kid, not a Yardstick. Only you any danger of overcrowding or
THIS CROWDED EARTH 121
starvation. But the psychological “Of course. They’ll take it
factor is something we can’t over completely, once they see
cope with. We thought we’d end- there’s no opposition. And they’ll
ed war and the possibilities of remodel it to suit themselves,
war a long time ago. But it isn’t and within a month there’ll be
foreign enemies we must fear ten thousand Yardsticks sitting
today. We’ve created a nation in this place.”
divided into Davids and Goliaths “The government will never
— and David and Goliath are al- stand still for that.”
ways enemies.” “Wake up! It’s happening all
“David killed Goliath,” Eric over, all the time, and nothing
said. “Does that mean we’re is being done to prevent it. Secu-
going to die?” rity is too weak and officials are
“Only if we’re as stupid as too timid to risk open warfare.
Goliath was. Only if we wear So the Yardsticks win, and I’m
our telescreens like invincible going to see that they win this
armor and pay no attention to place.”
the slingshot in David’s hands.” “But how will that help us?”
Eric lit a reef. “All right,” he “You don’t see it yet, do you?
said. “You don’t have to lecture. And neither will the Yardsticks.
I’m willing to join. But I’m no Until, some fine day three or
Goliath, really. I never had a four months from now, we get
fight in my life. What could I do around to what will be planted
to help?” in the cellars. Somebody will
“You’re a rental agent. You throw a switch, miles away, and
have the keys to this building. —boom !
”
—
The guards don’t bother you by “Wolzek, you couldn’t
day, do they? You come and go “It’s coming. Not only here,
as you please. That means you but in fifty other places. We’ve
can get into the cellars. You can got to fight fire with fire, Eric.
help us move the stuff down It’s our only chance. Bring this
there. And we’ll take care of the thing out into the open. Make
guards some night, after that.” the government realize this is
“I don’t understand.” war. Civil war. That’s the only
The friendly pressure on way to force them to take real
Eric’s shoulder became a fierce action. We
can’t do it any other
grip. “You don’t have to under- way it’s illegal to organize po-
;
—
the moment to somehow sur- Actually, as it worked out,
vive the coming conflict. Then, they did it in just a day or so
perhaps, we can find a way to under three.
function as Leffingwell planned.” Five hundred and forty-two
“We’ll never survive here. men moved by jetter to Colorado
ently, then, that’s all you can end in nothingness. They had
offer in your professional capac- eliminated war, eliminated dis-
ity as an historian. Just some old ease, eliminated famine, elimi-
sayings.” He sighed. “Too bad nated social inequality, injustice,
you don’t know some old pray- disorders external and internal
ers. Because we need them now.” — and in so doing, they had
He bowed his head, signify- eliminated themselves.
ing the end of the interview. The sun was setting in the
Littlejohn rolled out of the west, and long shadows crept
room. over the city below. Yes, the sun
His ’copter took him back to was setting and the shadows
his own dwelling, back across the were gathering, the night was
rooftops of New Chicagee. Ordi- coming to claim its own. Dark-
narily, Littlejohn avoided look- ness was falling, eternal dark-
ing down. He dreaded heights, ness.
and the immensity of the city It was quite dark by the time
itselfwas somehow appalling. Littlejohn’s ’copter landed on the
But now he gazed upon the capi- rooftop of his own dwelling; so
tal and center of civilization dark, in fact, that for a moment
with a certain morbid affection. he didn’t see the strange vehicle
New Chicagee had risen on already standing there. Not un-
the ashes of the old, after the til he had settled into his coast-
part what we have learned. what data you have on this. I’ll
There are any number of tech- —
be glad to furnish instruction
nological developments to be There was excitement after
made. We can help you to in- that. Too much excitement for
crease your use of atomic power. Littlejohn. By the time the coun-
There’s soil reclamation and ir- cil had assembled in emergency
rigation projects and biological session, by the time plans were
techniques
— formulated and he returned to
“You said it yourself,” Little- his own dwelling in the heli-
john whispered. “We’re a dying copter, he was completely ex-
race. That’s the primary prob- hausted. Only the edge of ela-
lem. And it’s an insoluble one. tion sustained him the realiza-
;
THE END
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put it down until I finished there was so much tension and realism.
I marvelled at how the whole plot is closely related to today’s atomic
testing and the public fear of what the consequences will be. I
usually keep up with the reports of the after effects of our testing.
The amount of earthquakes is unusually large. Maybe I’m crazy but
old mother Earth is taking a beating.
Enjoyed the short stories and the feature departments.
W. C. Brandt
Apt. N., 1725 Seminary Ave.
Oakland 21, Calif.
• This is top secret, W. C., but the atom bomb tests are actually
an all-out attempt to shake those pesky deros loose from their caves.
Dear Ed
The novel in the July issue was pretty good, except for the ending
which sounded like another “On the Beach.” In a sense the whole
thing was like that. I thought that the scientific reasoning in it was
a little wrong, but, being no scientist myself, I dare not say where.
I was thrown for a loop when I read the short stories. They were
all excellent. “The Non-Existent Man” was one of the best short
stories I have ever read, and certainly the best time travel story.
Chuck Cunningham
301 Ridgewood Dr.
Lexington, N. C.
Dear Editor
Your July novel “The Waters Under the Earth” was an excellent
novel that held me in suspense for several hours. It had an ending
that you don’t see in many science fiction novels. Your short stories
are below par however. The only short story -I enjoyed was “The
Non-Existent Man.” I wish you would have more short stories on
the same level as “The Penal Cluster” which appeared sometime
back.
I am very glad to hear that you are going to reprint old classics.
Tom Jackson
3238 Avalon
Houston, Texas
Dear Editor:
I’m looking forward to “Classics Corner” in Amazing Stories.
—
Speaking of reprints it would be nice if you could reprint some
of the old T. O’Connor Sloane, Ph.D. editorials. One of my favorites
was the one in August ’31 Amazing. Also if you reprint the stories
reprint the illos originally used in said stories too.
P. F. Skeberdis
Box 155
Imlay City, Michigan
Dear Editor:
I don’t know Frank Bryning. Congratulate him for me. His story
was a satire, but irony is lost on today’s readers. I’m sorry you
haven’t 175 million circulation. Then the very few intelligent ones
would try to enlighten the 175 million fellow Americans. As Frank
Bryning wrote, “Which only proves again that my security and
everyone else’s is in more danger from Security than from anything
else.” A few words that encompass “Volumes and Volumes.”
Thanks for publishing a gem.
Louis Meltzer
1845 Grand Concourse
Bronx 53, N. Y.
• We too are sorry we don’t have 175 million readers, Mr. Meltzer
— but for more mercenary reasons.
Dear Editor:
Congratulations on publishing Jack Vance’s “Parapsyche.” This
is one of the best stories that Amazing has ever printed. Certainly
the best since you went digest size. Although I didn’t think too
much of the first few novels you printed I realize that perhaps I
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was too harsh and didn’t give you enough of a chance. The July
issue was certainly quite good. But after reading it I decided to
wait a month to see what the next issue would bring before writing
to you. “Parapsyche” was just great. It is the best novel that has
been done on the subject matter that it covered. Mr. Vance produced
a highly entertaining novel and one of the best that he has ever
written. It ranks with his two other excellent novels “To Live For-
ever” and “Big Planet.” This is high praise given to a highly deserv-
ing novel. Let’s see more writing in this vein. Bob Silverberg’s
recent “Recalled To Life” was similar in some respects. But whereas
I thought Bob should have dealt more with what happened during
death, Mr. Vance dealt thoroughly with this phase in his novel.
When you first announced that you were going to print novels
in your magazine I thought that they were going to be in the over-
worked action adventure line that has been prominent in Amazing
for so many years. But now I realize that I was wrong. I sefe that
you are trying to get material in a more mature and adult vein.
These last two novels show that you can accomplish this if you want
to. I think Amazing is working itself up to quite a high standard
publishing novels like the ones done by Maine and Vancei
The magazine has a good format at present. I still would like to
see a new cover artist and more Finlay and of course some Freas
in Amazing. Summers did a very good cover for the August issue
of Fantastic.
“Garden of Evil” was one of Slesar’s better stories. It was quite
good as was the Finlay that went with it. Keep up the good work,
and continue to give us such good stories as those that composed
this issue. I would rather have two good drawings for the lead novel
than six or seven by an artist that just hacks them out.
Jack Jones
6115 6th Avenue North
St. Petersburg, Fla.
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• We’re trying to publish all types of novels in Amazing. Some
of them may even put a mild strain on the boundary lines of science
fiction— we got that complaint about “One of Our Cities Is Miss-
ing” — but “toppest” of the top-notch material avail-
they’ll all be the
able. Fill in the questionnaire and let us know if you’d rather have
six novels a year rather than twelve —or none, for that matter.
Dear Editor:
I am much impressed with your August issue, which is my first
introduction to your magazine.
I notice that one of your correspondents mentions his impression
that your magazine is “slanted toward juveniles.” If he’s right, then
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