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mr. spaceship by philip k. dick the interstellar war reaches a stalemate. kramer leaned back. “you can see the situation. how can we deal with a factor like this? the perfect variable.†“perfect? prediction should still be possible. a living thing still acts from necessity,the same as inanimate material.
but the cause-effect chain is more subtle;there are more factors to be considered. the difference is quantitative, i think. the reaction of the living organism parallelsnatural causation, but with greater complexity.†gross and kramer looked up at the board plates,suspended on the wall, still dripping, the images hardening into place. kramer traced a line with his pencil. “see that? it’s a pseudopodium. they’re alive, and so far, a weapon we can’tbeat.
no mechanical system can compete with that,simple or intricate. we’ll have to scrap the johnson controland find something else.†“meanwhile the war continues as it is. stalemate. checkmate. they can’t get to us, and we can’t getthrough their living minefield.†kramer nodded. “it’s a perfect defense, for them. but there still might be one answer.â€
“what’s that?†“wait a minute.†kramer turned to his rocket expert, sittingwith the charts and files. “the heavy cruiser that returned this week. it didn’t actually touch, did it? it came close but there was no contact.†“correct.†the expert nodded. “the mine was twenty miles off.
the cruiser was in space-drive, moving directlytoward proxima, line-straight, using the johnson control, of course. it had deflected a quarter of an hour earlierfor reasons unknown. later it resumed its course. that was when they got it.†“it shifted,†kramer said. “but not enough. the mine was coming along after it, trailingit.
it’s the same old story, but i wonder aboutthe contact.†“here’s our theory,†the expert said. “we keep looking for contact, a triggerin the pseudopodium. but more likely we’re witnessing a psychologicalphenomena, a decision without any physical correlative. we’re watching for something that isn’tthere. the mine decides to blow up. it sees our ship, approaches, and then decides.†“thanks.â€
kramer turned to gross. “well, that confirms what i’m saying. how can a ship guided by automatic relaysescape a mine that decides to explode? the whole theory of mine penetration is thatyou must avoid tripping the trigger. but here the trigger is a state of mind ina complicated, developed life-form.†“the belt is fifty thousand miles deep,â€gross added. “it solves another problem for them, repairand maintenance. the damn things reproduce, fill up the spacesby spawning into them. i wonder what they feed on?â€
“probably the remains of our first-line. the big cruisers must be a delicacy. it’s a game of wits, between a living creatureand a ship piloted by automatic relays. the ship always loses.†kramer opened a folder. “i’ll tell you what i suggest.†“go on,†gross said. “i’ve already heard ten solutions today. what’s yours?â€
“mine is very simple. these creatures are superior to any mechanicalsystem, but only because they’re alive. almost any other life-form could compete withthem, any higher life-form. if the yuks can put out living mines to protecttheir planets, we ought to be able to harness some of our own life-forms in a similar way. let’s make use of the same weapon ourselves.†“which life-form do you propose to use?†“i think the human brain is the most agileof known living forms. do you know of any better?â€
“but no human being can withstand outspacetravel. a human pilot would be dead of heart failurelong before the ship got anywhere near proxima.†“but we don’t need the whole body,â€kramer said. “we need only the brain.†“what?†“the problem is to find a person of highintelligence who would contribute, in the same manner that eyes and arms are volunteered.†“but a brain….†“technically, it could be done.
brains have been transferred several times,when body destruction made it necessary. of course, to a spaceship, to a heavy outspacecruiser, instead of an artificial body, that’s new.†the room was silent. “it’s quite an idea,†gross said slowly. his heavy square face twisted. “but even supposing it might work, the bigquestion is whose brain?†it was all very confusing, the reasons forthe war, the nature of the enemy.
the yucconae had been contacted on one ofthe outlying planets of proxima centauri. at the approach of the terran ship, a hostof dark slim pencils had lifted abruptly and shot off into the distance. the first real encounter came between threeof the yuk pencils and a single exploration ship from terra. no terrans survived. after that it was all out war, with no holdsbarred. both sides feverishly constructed defenserings around their systems. of the two, the yucconae belt was the better.
the ring around proxima was a living ring,superior to anything terra could throw against it. the standard equipment by which terran shipswere guided in outspace, the johnson control, was not adequate. something more was needed. automatic relays were not good enough. —not good at all, kramer thought to himself,as he stood looking down the hillside at the work going on below him. a warm wind blew along the hill, rustlingthe weeds and grass.
at the bottom, in the valley, the mechanicshad almost finished; the last elements of the reflex system had been removed from theship and crated up. all that was needed now was the new core,the new central key that would take the place of the mechanical system. a human brain, the brain of an intelligent,wary human being. but would the human being part with it? that was the problem. kramer turned. two people were approaching him along theroad, a man and a woman.
the man was gross, expressionless, heavy-set,walking with dignity. the woman was—he stared in surprise andgrowing annoyance. it was dolores, his wife. since they’d separated he had seen littleof her…. “kramer,†gross said. “look who i ran into. come back down with us. we’re going into town.†“hello, phil,†dolores said.
“well, aren’t you glad to see me?†he nodded. “how have you been? you’re looking fine.†she was still pretty and slender in her uniform,the blue-grey of internal security, gross’ organization. she smiled. “you seem to be doing all right, too. commander gross tells me that you’re responsiblefor this project, operation head, as they
call it. whose head have you decided on?†“that’s the problem.†kramer lit a cigarette. “this ship is to be equipped with a humanbrain instead of the johnson system. we’ve constructed special draining bathsfor the brain, electronic relays to catch the impulses and magnify them, a continualfeeding duct that supplies the living cells with everything they need.
but—†“but we still haven’t got the brain itself,â€gross finished. they began to walk back toward the car. “if we can get that we’ll be ready forthe tests.†“will the brain remain alive?†dolores asked. “is it actually going to live as part ofthe ship?†“it will be alive, but not conscious. very little life is actually conscious.
animals, trees, insects are quick in theirresponses, but they aren’t conscious. in this process of ours the individual personality,the ego, will cease. we only need the response ability, nothingmore.†dolores shuddered. “how terrible!†“in time of war everything must be tried,â€kramer said absently. “if one life sacrificed will end the warit’s worth it. this ship might get through. a couple more like it and there wouldn’tbe any more war.â€
they got into the car. as they drove down the road, gross said, “haveyou thought of anyone yet?†kramer shook his head. “that’s out of my line.†“what do you mean?†“i’m an engineer. it’s not in my department.†“but all this was your idea.†“my work ends there.â€
gross was staring at him oddly. kramer shifted uneasily. “then who is supposed to do it?†gross said. “i can have my organization prepare examinationsof various kinds, to determine fitness, that kind of thing—†“listen, phil,†dolores said suddenly. she turned toward him. “i have an idea.
do you remember that professor we had in college. michael thomas?†“i wonder if he’s still alive.†dolores frowned. “if he is he must be awfully old.†“why, dolores?†gross asked. “perhaps an old person who didn’t havemuch time left, but whose mind was still clear and sharp—â€
“professor thomas.†kramer rubbed his jaw. “he certainly was a wise old duck. but could he still be alive? he must have been seventy, then.†“we could find that out,†gross said. “i could make a routine check.†“what do you think?†dolores said.
“if any human mind could outwit those creatures—†“i don’t like the idea,†kramer said. in his mind an image had appeared, the imageof an old man sitting behind a desk, his bright gentle eyes moving about the classroom. the old man leaning forward, a thin hand raised— “keep him out of this,†kramer said. “what’s wrong?†gross looked at him curiously. “it’s because i suggested it,†dolores
said. “no.†“it’s not that. i didn’t expect anything like this, somebodyi knew, a man i studied under. i remember him very clearly. he was a very distinct personality.†“good,†gross said. “he sounds fine.†“we can’t do it.
we’re asking his death!†“this is war,†gross said, “and wardoesn’t wait on the needs of the individual. you said that yourself. surely he’ll volunteer; we can keep it onthat basis.†“he may already be dead,†dolores murmured. “we’ll find that out,†gross said speedingup the car. they drove the rest of the way in silence. for a long time the two of them stood studyingthe small wood house, overgrown with ivy, set back on the lot behind an enormous oak.
the little town was silent and sleepy; oncein awhile a car moved slowly along the distant highway, but that was all. “this is the place,†gross said to kramer. he folded his arms. “quite a quaint little house.†kramer said nothing. the two security agents behind them were expressionless. gross started toward the gate. “let’s go.
according to the check he’s still alive,but very sick. his mind is agile, however. that seems to be certain. it’s said he doesn’t leave the house. a woman takes care of his needs. he’s very frail.†they went down the stone walk and up ontothe porch. gross rang the bell. they waited.
after a time they heard slow footsteps. the door opened. an elderly woman in a shapeless wrapper studiedthem impassively. “security,†gross said, showing his card. “we wish to see professor thomas.†“why?†“government business.†he glanced at kramer. kramer stepped forward.
“i was a pupil of the professor’s,â€he said. “i’m sure he won’t mind seeing us.†the woman hesitated uncertainly. gross stepped into the doorway. “all right, mother. this is war time. we can’t stand out here.†the two security agents followed him, andkramer came reluctantly behind, closing the door.
gross stalked down the hall until he cameto an open door. he stopped, looking in. kramer could see the white corner of a bed,a wooden post and the edge of a dresser. he joined gross. in the dark room a withered old man lay, proppedup on endless pillows. at first it seemed as if he were asleep; therewas no motion or sign of life. but after a time kramer saw with a faint shockthat the old man was watching them intently, his eyes fixed on them, unmoving, unwinking. “professor thomas?â€
“i’m commander gross of security. this man with me is perhaps knownto you—†the faded eyes fixed on kramer. “i know him. philip kramer…. you’ve grown heavier, boy.†the voice was feeble, the rustle of dry ashes. “is it true you’re married now?†“yes.
i married dolores french. you remember her.†kramer came toward the bed. “but we’re separated. it didn’t work out very well. our careers—†“what we came here about, professor,â€gross began, but kramer cut him off with an impatient wave. “let me talk.
can’t you and your men get out of here longenough to let me talk to him?†gross swallowed. “all right, kramer.†he nodded to the two men. the three of them left the room, going outinto the hall and closing the door after them. the old man in the bed watched kramer silently. “i don’t think much of him,†he saidat last. “i’ve seen his type before. what’s he want?â€
“nothing. he just came along. can i sit down?†kramer found a stiff upright chair besidethe bed. “if i’m bothering you—†“no. i’m glad to see you again, philip. after so long. i’m sorry your marriage didn’t work out.â€
“how have you been?†“i’ve been very ill. i’m afraid that my moment on the world’sstage has almost ended.†the ancient eyes studied the younger man reflectively. “you look as if you have been doing well. like everyone else i thought highly of. you’ve gone to the top in this society.†kramer smiled. then he became serious.
“professor, there’s a project we’reworking on that i want to talk to you about. it’s the first ray of hope we’ve had inthis whole war. if it works, we may be able to crack the yukdefenses, get some ships into their system. if we can do that the war might be broughtto an end.†“go on. tell me about it, if you wish.†“it’s a long shot, this project. it may not work at all, but we have to giveit a try.†“it’s obvious that you came here becauseof it,†professor thomas murmured.
“i’m becoming curious. go on.†after kramer finished the old man lay backin the bed without speaking. at last he sighed. “i understand. a human mind, taken out of a human body.†he sat up a little, looking at kramer. “i suppose you’re thinking of me.†“before i make my decision i want to seethe papers on this, the theory and outline
of construction. i’m not sure i like it.—for reasons ofmy own, i mean. but i want to look at the material. if you’ll do that—†“certainly.†kramer stood up and went to the door. gross and the two security agents were standingoutside, waiting tensely. “gross, come inside.†they filed into the room.
“give the professor the papers,†kramersaid. “he wants to study them before deciding.†gross brought the file out of his coat pocket,a manila envelope. he handed it to the old man on the bed. “here it is, professor. you’re welcome to examine it. will you give us your answer as soon as possible? we’re very anxious to begin, of course.†“i’ll give you my answer when i’ve decided.â€
he took the envelope with a thin, tremblinghand. “my decision depends on what i find outfrom these papers. if i don’t like what i find, then i willnot become involved with this work in any shape or form.†he opened the envelope with shaking hands. “i’m looking for one thing.†“what is it?†“that’s my affair. leave me a number by which i can reach youwhen i’ve decided.â€
silently, gross put his card down on the dresser. as they went out professor thomas was alreadyreading the first of the papers, the outline of the theory. kramer sat across from dale winter, his secondin line. “what then?†winter said. “he’s going to contact us.†kramer scratched with a drawing pen on somepaper. “i don’t know what to think.â€
winter’s good-natured face was puzzled. “look.†kramer stood up, pacing back and forth, hishands in his uniform pockets. “he was my teacher in college. i respected him as a man, as well as a teacher. he was more than a voice, a talking book. he was a person, a calm, kindly person i couldlook up to. i always wanted to be like him, someday. now look at me.â€
“so?†“look at what i’m asking. i’m asking for his life, as if he were somekind of laboratory animal kept around in a cage, not a man, a teacher at all.†“do you think he’ll do it?†“i don’t know.†kramer went to the window. he stood looking out. “in a way, i hope not.â€
“but if he doesn’t—†“then we’ll have to find somebody else. i know. there would be somebody else. why did dolores have to—†the vidphone rang. kramer pressed the button. “this is gross.†the heavy features formed.
“the old man called me. professor thomas.†“what did he say?†he knew; he could tell already, by the soundof gross’ voice. “he said he’d do it. i was a little surprised myself, but apparentlyhe means it. we’ve already made arrangements for hisadmission to the hospital. his lawyer is drawing up the statement ofliability.†kramer only half heard.
he nodded wearily. “all right. i’m glad. i suppose we can go ahead, then.†“you don’t sound very glad.†“i wonder why he decided to go ahead withit.†“he was very certain about it.†gross sounded pleased. “he called me quite early.
i was still in bed. you know, this calls for a celebration.†“sure,†kramer said. “it sure does.†toward the middle of august the project nearedcompletion. they stood outside in the hot autumn heat,looking up at the sleek metal sides of the ship. gross thumped the metal with his hand. “well, it won’t be long.
we can begin the test any time.†“tell us more about this,†an officerin gold braid said. “it’s such an unusual concept.†“is there really a human brain inside theship?†a dignitary asked, a small man in a rumpled suit. “and the brain is actually alive?†“gentlemen, this ship is guided by a livingbrain instead of the usual johnson relay-control system. but the brain is not conscious.
it will function by reflex only. the practical difference between it and thejohnson system is this: a human brain is far more intricate than any man-made structure,and its ability to adapt itself to a situation, to respond to danger, is far beyond anythingthat could be artificially built.†gross paused, cocking his ear. the turbines of the ship were beginning torumble, shaking the ground under them with a deep vibration. kramer was standing a short distance awayfrom the others, his arms folded, watching silently.
at the sound of the turbines he walked quicklyaround the ship to the other side. a few workmen were clearing away the lastof the waste, the scraps of wiring and scaffolding. they glanced up at him and went on hurriedlywith their work. kramer mounted the ramp and entered the controlcabin of the ship. winter was sitting at the controls with apilot from space-transport. “how’s it look?†kramer asked. “all right.†winter got up.
“he tells me that it would be best to takeoff manually. the robot controls—†winter hesitated. “i mean, the built-in controls, can takeover later on in space.†“that’s right,†the pilot said. “it’s customary with the johnson system,and so in this case we should—†“can you tell anything yet?†“no,†the pilot said slowly. “i don’t think so. i’ve been going over everything.
it seems to be in good order. there’s only one thing i wanted to ask youabout.†he put his hand on the control board. “there are some changes here i don’t understand.†“changes?†“alterations from the original design. i wonder what the purpose is.†kramer took a set of the plans from his coat.
“let me look.†he turned the pages over. the pilot watched carefully over his shoulder. “the changes aren’t indicated on yourcopy,†the pilot said. “i wonder—†he stopped. commander gross had entered the control cabin. “gross, who authorized alterations?†kramer said. “some of the wiring has been changed.â€
“why, your old friend.†gross signaled to the field tower throughthe window. “my old friend?†“the professor. he took quite an active interest.†gross turned to the pilot. “let’s get going. we have to take this out past gravity forthe test they tell me. well, perhaps it’s for the best.
are you ready?†“sure.†the pilot sat down and moved some of the controlsaround. “anytime.†“go ahead, then,†gross said. “the professor—†kramer began, but atthat moment there was a tremendous roar and the ship leaped under him. he grasped one of the wall holds and hungon as best he could. the cabin was filling with a steady throbbing,the raging of the jet turbines underneath
them. the ship leaped. kramer closed his eyes and held his breath. they were moving out into space, gaining speedeach moment. “well, what do you think?†winter said nervously. “is it time yet?†“a little longer,†kramer said. he was sitting on the floor of the cabin,down by the control wiring.
he had removed the metal covering-plate, exposingthe complicated maze of relay wiring. he was studying it, comparing it to the wiringdiagrams. “what’s the matter?†“these changes. i can’t figure out what they’re for. the only pattern i can make out is that forsome reason—†“let me look,†the pilot said. he squatted down beside kramer. “you were saying?â€
“see this lead here? originally it was switch controlled. it closed and opened automatically, accordingto temperature change. now it’s wired so that the central controlsystem operates it. the same with the others. a lot of this was still mechanical, workedby pressure, temperature, stress. now it’s under the central master.†“the brain?†“you mean it’s been altered so that thebrain manipulates it?â€
“maybe professor thomas felt that no mechanicalrelays could be trusted. maybe he thought that things would be happeningtoo fast. but some of these could close in a split second. the brake rockets could go on as quickly as—†“hey,†winter said from the control seat. “we’re getting near the moon stations. what’ll i do?†they looked out the port. the
corroded surface of the moon gleamed up atthem, a corrupt and sickening sight. they were moving swiftly toward it. “i’ll take it,†the pilot said. he eased winter out of the way and strappedhimself in place. the ship began to move away from the moonas he manipulated the controls. down below them they could see the observationstations dotting the surface, and the tiny squares that were the openings of the undergroundfactories and hangars. a red blinker winked up at them and the pilot’sfingers moved on the board in answer. “we’re past the moon,†the pilot said,after a time.
the moon had fallen behind them; the shipwas heading into outer space. “well, we can go ahead with it.†kramer did not answer. “mr. kramer, we can go ahead any time.†kramer started. “sorry. i was thinking. all right, thanks.†he frowned, deep in thought.
“the wiring changes. did you understand the reason for them whenyou gave the okay to the workmen?†gross flushed. “you know i know nothing about technicalmaterial. i’m in security.†“then you should have consulted me.†“what does it matter?†gross grinned wryly. “we’re going to have to start puttingour faith in the old man sooner or later.â€
the pilot stepped back from the board. his face was pale and set. “well, it’s done,†he said. “that’s it.†“what’s done?†“we’re on automatic. the brain. i turned the board over to it—to him, imean. the old man.â€
the pilot lit a cigarette and puffed nervously. “let’s keep our fingers crossed.†the ship was coasting evenly, in the handsof its invisible pilot. far down inside the ship, carefully armouredand protected, a soft human brain lay in a tank of liquid, a thousand minute electriccharges playing over its surface. as the charges rose they were picked up andamplified, fed into relay systems, advanced, carried on through the entire ship— gross wiped his forehead nervously. “so he is running it, now.
i hope he knows what he’s doing.†kramer nodded enigmatically. “i think he does.†“nothing.†kramer walked to the port. “i see we’re still moving in a straightline.†he picked up the microphone. “we can instruct the brain orally, throughthis.†he blew against the microphone experimentally.
“go on,†winter said. “bring the ship around half-right,†kramersaid. “decrease speed.†time passed. gross looked at kramer. “no change. nothing.†“wait.†slowly, the ship was beginning to turn.
the turbines missed, reducing their steadybeat. the ship was taking up its new course, adjustingitself. nearby some space debris rushed past, incineratingin the blasts of the turbine jets. “so far so good,†gross said. they began to breathe more easily. the invisible pilot had taken control smoothly,calmly. the ship was in good hands. kramer spoke a few more words into the microphone,and they swung again. now they were moving back the way they hadcome, toward the moon.
“let’s see what he does when we enterthe moon’s pull,†kramer said. “he was a good mathematician, the old man. he could handle any kind of problem.†the ship veered, turning away from the moon. the great eaten-away globe fell behind them. gross breathed a sigh of relief. “that’s that.†“one more thing.†kramer picked up the microphone.
“return to the moon and land the ship atthe first space field,†he said into it. “good lord,†winter murmured. “why are you—†“be quiet.†kramer stood, listening. the turbines gasped and roared as the shipswung full around, gaining speed. they were moving back, back toward the moonagain. the ship dipped down, heading toward the greatglobe below. “we’re going a little fast,†the pilotsaid.
“i don’t see how he can put down at thisvelocity.†the port filled up, as the globe swelled rapidly. the pilot hurried toward the board, reachingfor the controls. all at once the ship jerked. the nose lifted and the ship shot out intospace, away from the moon, turning at an oblique angle. the men were thrown to the floor by the suddenchange in course. they got to their feet again, speechless,staring at each other. the pilot gazed down at the board.
“it wasn’t me! i didn’t touch a thing. i didn’t even get to it.†the ship was gaining speed each moment. kramer hesitated. “maybe you better switch it back to manual.†the pilot closed the switch. he took hold of the steering controls andmoved them experimentally. he turned around.
it doesn’t respond.†no one spoke. “you can see what has happened,†kramersaid calmly. “the old man won’t let go of it, now thathe has it. i was afraid of this when i saw the wiringchanges. everything in this ship is centrally controlled,even the cooling system, the hatches, the garbage release. we’re helpless.†“nonsense.â€
gross strode to the board. he took hold of the wheel and turned it. the ship continued on its course, moving awayfrom the moon, leaving it behind. “release!†kramer said into the microphone. “let go of the controls! we’ll take it back. release.†“no good,†the pilot said.
he spun the useless wheel. “it’s dead, completely dead.†“and we’re still heading out,†wintersaid, grinning foolishly. “we’ll be going through the first-linedefense belt in a few minutes. if they don’t shoot us down—†“we better radio back.†the pilot clicked the radio to send. “i’ll contact the main bases, one of theobservation stations.†“better get the defense belt, at the speedwe’re going.
we’ll be into it in a minute.†“and after that,†kramer said, “we’llbe in outer space. he’s moving us toward outspace velocity. is this ship equipped with baths?†“baths?†“the sleep tanks. for space-drive. we may need them if we go much faster.†“but good god, where are we going?â€
“where—where’s he taking us?†the pilot obtained contact. “this is dwight, on ship,†he said. “we’re entering the defense zone at highvelocity. don’t fire on us.†“turn back,†the impersonal voice camethrough the speaker. “you’re not allowed in the defense zone.†“we can’t. we’ve lost control.â€
“lost control?†“this is an experimental ship.†gross took the radio. “this is commander gross, security. we’re being carried into outer space. there’s nothing we can do. is there any way that we can be removed fromthis ship?†a hesitation. “we have some fast pursuit ships that couldpick you up if you wanted to jump.
the chances are good they’d find you. do you have space flares?†“we do,†the pilot said. “let’s try it.†“abandon ship?†“if we leave now we’ll never see it again.†“what else can we do? we’re gaining speed all the time. do you propose that we stay here?â€
“damn it, there ought to be a better solution.†“could you contact him?†winter asked. “the old man? try to reason with him?†“it’s worth a chance,†gross said. “try it.†kramer took the microphone. he paused a moment.
“listen! can you hear me? this is phil kramer. can you hear me, professor. i want you to release the controls.†there was silence. “this is kramer, professor. do you remember who i am? do you understand who this is?â€
above the control panel the wall speaker madea sound, a sputtering static. they looked up. “can you hear me, professor. this is philip kramer. i want you to give the ship back to us. if you can hear me, release the controls! let go, professor. let go!â€
static. a rushing sound, like the wind. they gazed at each other. there was silence for a moment. “it’s a waste of time,†gross said. “no—listen!†the sputter came again. then, mixed with the sputter, almost lostin it, a voice came, toneless, without inflection, a mechanical, lifeless voice from the metalspeaker in the wall, above their heads.
“… is it you, philip? i can’t make you out. darkness…. who’s there? with you….†“it’s me, kramer.†his fingers tightened against the microphonehandle. “you must release the controls, professor. we have to get back to terra.
you must.†silence. then the faint, faltering voice came again,a little stronger than before. “kramer. everything so strange. i was right, though. consciousness result of thinking. necessary result. cognito ergo sum.
retain conceptual ability. can you hear me?†“yes, professor—†“i altered the wiring. control. i was fairly certain…. i wonder if i can do it. try….†suddenly the air-conditioning snapped intooperation.
it snapped abruptly off again. down the corridor a door slammed. something thudded. the men stood listening. sounds came from all sides of them, switchesshutting, opening. the lights blinked off; they were in darkness. the lights came back on, and at the same timethe heating coils dimmed and faded. “good god!†water poured down on them, the emergency fire-fightingsystem.
there was a screaming rush of air. one of the escape hatches had slid back, andthe air was roaring frantically out into space. the hatch banged closed. the ship subsided into silence. the heating coils glowed into life. as suddenly as it had begun the weird exhibitionceased. “i can do—everything,†the dry, tonelessvoice came from the wall speaker. “it is all controlled. kramer, i wish to talk to you.
i’ve been—been thinking. i haven’t seen you in many years. a lot to discuss. you’ve changed, boy. we have much to discuss. your wife—†the pilot grabbed kramer’s arm. “there’s a ship standing off our bow. look.â€
they ran to the port. a slender pale craft was moving along withthem, keeping pace with them. it was signal-blinking. “a terran pursuit ship,†the pilot said. “let’s jump. they’ll pick us up. suits—†he ran to a supply cupboard and turned thehandle. the door opened and he pulled the suits outonto the floor.
“hurry,†gross said. a panic seized them. they dressed frantically, pulling the heavygarments over them. winter staggered to the escape hatch and stoodby it, waiting for the others. they joined him, one by one. “let’s go!†“open the hatch.†winter tugged at the hatch.
“help me.†they grabbed hold, tugging together. nothing happened. the hatch refused to budge. “get a crowbar,†the pilot said. “hasn’t anyone got a blaster?†gross looked frantically around. “damn it, blast it open!†“pull,†kramer grated.
“pull together.†“are you at the hatch?†the toneless voicecame, drifting and eddying through the corridors of the ship. they looked up, staring around them. “i sense something nearby, outside. a ship? you are leaving, all of you? kramer, you are leaving, too? very unfortunate.
i had hoped we could talk. perhaps at some other time you might be inducedto remain.†“open the hatch!†kramer said, staring up at the impersonalwalls of the ship. “for god’s sake, open it!†there was silence, an endless pause. then, very slowly, the hatch slid back. the air screamed out, rushing past them intospace. one by one they leaped, one after the other,propelled away by the repulsive material of
the suits. a few minutes later they were being hauledaboard the pursuit ship. as the last one of them was lifted throughthe port, their own ship pointed itself suddenly upward and shot off at tremendous speed. it disappeared. kramer removed his helmet, gasping. two sailors held onto him and began to wraphim in blankets. gross sipped a mug of coffee, shivering. “it’s gone,†kramer murmured.
“i’ll have an alarm sent out,†grosssaid. “what’s happened to your ship?†a sailorasked curiously. “it sure took off in a hurry. who’s on it?†“we’ll have to have it destroyed,†grosswent on, his face grim. “it’s got to be destroyed. there’s no telling what it—what he hasin mind.†gross sat down weakly on a metal bench. “what a close call for us.
we were so damn trusting.†“what could he be planning,†kramer said,half to himself. “it doesn’t make sense. i don’t get it.†as the ship sped back toward the moon basethey sat around the table in the dining room, sipping hot coffee and thinking, not sayingvery much. “look here,†gross said at last. “what kind of man was professor thomas? what do you remember about him?â€
kramer put his coffee mug down. “it was ten years ago. i don’t remember much. it’s vague.†he let his mind run back over the years. he and dolores had been at hunt college together,in physics and the life sciences. college was small and set back away from themomentum of modern life. he had gone there because it was his hometown, and his father had gone there before him.
professor thomas had been at the college along time, as long as anyone could remember. he was a strange old man, keeping to himselfmost of the time. there were many things that he disapprovedof, but he seldom said what they were. “do you recall anything that might helpus?†“anything that would give us a clue as towhat he might have in mind?†kramer nodded slowly. “i remember one thing….†one day he and the professor had been sittingtogether in the school chapel, talking leisurely. “well, you’ll be out of school, soon,â€the professor had said.
“what are you going to do?†“do? work at one of the government research projects,i suppose.†“and eventually? what’s your ultimate goal?†kramer had smiled. “the question is unscientific. it presupposes such things as ultimate ends.†“suppose instead along these lines, then:what if there were no war and no government
research projects? what would you do, then?†“i don’t know. but how can i imagine a hypothetical situationlike that? there’s been war as long as i can remember. we’re geared for war. i don’t know what i’d do. i suppose i’d adjust, get used to it.†the professor had stared at him.
“oh, you do think you’d get accustomedto it, eh? well, i’m glad of that. and you think you could find something todo?†gross listened intently. “what do you infer from this, kramer?†“not much. except that he was against war.†“we’re all against war,†gross pointedout. “true.
but he was withdrawn, set apart. he lived very simply, cooking his own meals. his wife died many years ago. he was born in europe, in italy. he changed his name when he came to the unitedstates. he used to read dante and milton. he even had a bible.†“very anachronistic, don’t you think?†“yes, he lived quite a lot in the past.
he found an old phonograph and records, andhe listened to the old music. you saw his house, how old-fashioned it was.†“did he have a file?†winter asked gross. “with security? no, none at all. as far as we could tell he never engaged inpolitical work, never joined anything or even seemed to have strong political convictions.†“no,†kramer, agreed.
“about all he ever did was walk throughthe hills. he liked nature.†“nature can be of great use to a scientist,â€gross said. “there wouldn’t be any science withoutit.†“kramer, what do you think his plan is,taking control of the ship and disappearing?†“maybe the transfer made him insane,â€the pilot said. “maybe there’s no plan, nothing rationalat all.†“but he had the ship rewired, and he hadmade sure that he would retain consciousness
and memory before he even agreed to the operation. he must have had something planned from thestart. but what?†“perhaps he just wanted to stay alive longer,â€kramer said. “he was old and about to die. or—†“or what?†kramer stood up. “i think as soon as we get to the moon basei’ll make a vidcall to earth.
i want to talk to somebody about this.†“who’s that?†“dolores. maybe she remembers something.†“that’s a good idea,†gross said. “where are you calling from?†dolores asked, when he succeeded in reachingher. “from the moon base.†“all kinds of rumors are running around.
why didn’t the ship come back? what happened?†“i’m afraid he ran off with it.†“he?†“the old man. kramer explained what had happened. dolores listened intently. “how strange. and you think he planned it all in advance,from the start?â€
“i’m certain. he asked for the plans of construction andthe theoretical diagrams at once.†“but why? what for?†look, dolores. what do you remember about him? is there anything that might give a clue toall this?†“like what?†that’s the trouble.â€
on the vidscreen dolores knitted her brow. “i remember he raised chickens in his backyard, and once he had a goat.†“do you remember the day the goat got looseand wandered down the main street of town? nobody could figure out where it came from.†“anything else?†he watched her struggling, trying to remember. “he wanted to have a farm, sometime, i know.†thanks.†kramer touched the switch.
“when i get back to terra maybe i’ll stopand see you.†“let me know how it works out.†he cut the line and the picture dimmed andfaded. he walked slowly back to where gross and someofficers of the military were sitting at a chart table, talking. “any luck?†gross said, looking up. all she remembers is that he kept a goat.†“come over and look at this detail chart.â€
gross motioned him around to his side. “watch!†kramer saw the record tabs moving furiously,the little white dots racing back and forth. “what’s happening?†he asked. “a squadron outside the defense zone hasfinally managed to contact the ship. they’re maneuvering now, for position. watch.†the white counters were forming a barrel formationaround a black dot that was moving steadily across the board, away from the central position.
as they watched, the white dots constrictedaround it. “they’re ready to open fire,†a technicianat the board said. “commander, what shall we tell them to do?†gross hesitated. “i hate to be the one who makes the decision. when it comes right down to it—†“it’s not just a ship,†kramer said. “it’s a man, a living person. a human being is up there, moving throughspace.
i wish we knew what—†“but the order has to be given. we can’t take any chances. suppose he went over to them, to the yuks.†kramer’s jaw dropped. “my god, he wouldn’t do that.†“are you sure? do you know what he’ll do?†“he wouldn’t do that.â€
gross turned to the technician. “tell them to go ahead.†“i’m sorry, sir, but now the ship hasgotten away. look down at the board.†gross stared down, kramer over his shoulder. the black dot had slipped through the whitedots and had moved off at an abrupt angle. the white dots were broken up, dispersingin confusion. “he’s an unusual strategist,†one ofthe officers said. he traced the line.
“it’s an ancient maneuver, an old prussiandevice, but it worked.†the white dots were turning back. “too many yuk ships out that far,†grosssaid. “well, that’s what you get when you don’tact quickly.†he looked up coldly at kramer. “we should have done it when we had him. look at him go!†he jabbed a finger at the rapidly moving blackdot. the dot came to the edge of the board andstopped.
it had reached the limit of the charteredarea. “see?†—now what? kramer thought, watching. so the old man had escaped the cruisers andgotten away. he was alert, all right; there was nothingwrong with his mind. or with his ability to control his new body. body—the ship was a new body for him. he had traded in the old dying body, witheredand frail, for this hulking frame of metal
and plastic, turbines and rocket jets. he was strong, now. strong and big. the new body was more powerful than a thousandhuman bodies. but how long would it last him? the average life of a cruiser was only tenyears. with careful handling he might get twentyout of it, before some essential part failed and there was no way to replace it. and then, what then?
what would he do, when something failed andthere was no one to fix it for him? that would be the end. someplace, far out in the cold darkness of space, theship would slow down, silent and lifeless, to exhaust its last heat into the eternaltimelessness of outer space. or perhaps it would crash on some barren asteroid,burst into a million fragments. it was only a question of time. “your wife didn’t remember anything?†“i told you.
only that he kept a goat, once.†“a hell of a lot of help that is.†kramer shrugged. “it’s not my fault.†“i wonder if we’ll ever see him again.†gross stared down at the indicator dot, stillhanging at the edge of the board. “i wonder if he’ll ever move back thisway.†“i wonder, too,†kramer said. that night kramer lay in bed, tossing fromside to side, unable to sleep.
the moon gravity, even artificially increased,was unfamiliar to him and it made him uncomfortable. a thousand thoughts wandered loose in hishead as he lay, fully awake. what did it all mean? what was the professor’s plan? maybe they would never know. maybe the ship was gone for good; the oldman had left forever, shooting into outer space. they might never find out why he had doneit, what purpose—if any—had been in his mind.
kramer sat up in bed. he turned on the light and lit a cigarette. his quarters were small, a metal-lined bunkroom, part of the moon station base. the old man had wanted to talk to him. he had wanted to discuss things, hold a conversation,but in the hysteria and confusion all they had been able to think of was getting away. the ship was rushing off with them, carryingthem into outer space. kramer set his jaw. could they be blamed for jumping?
they had no idea where they were being taken,or why. they were helpless, caught in their own ship,and the pursuit ship standing by waiting to pick them up was their only chance. another half hour and it would have been toolate. but what had the old man wanted to say? what had he intended to tell him, in thosefirst confusing moments when the ship around them had come alive, each metal strut andwire suddenly animate, the body of a living creature, a vast metal organism? it was weird, unnerving.
he could not forget it, even now. he looked around the small room uneasily. what did it signify, the coming to life ofmetal and plastic? all at once they had found themselves insidea living creature, in its stomach, like jonah inside the whale. it had been alive, and it had talked to them,talked calmly and rationally, as it rushed them off, faster and faster into outer space. the wall speaker and circuit had become thevocal cords and mouth, the wiring the spinal cord and nerves, the hatches and relays andcircuit breakers the muscles.
they had been helpless, completely helpless. the ship had, in a brief second, stolen theirpower away from them and left them defenseless, practically at its mercy. it was not right; it made him uneasy. all his life he had controlled machines, bentnature and the forces of nature to man and man’s needs. the human race had slowly evolved until itwas in a position to operate things, run them as it saw fit. now all at once it had been plunged back downthe ladder again, prostrate before a power
against which they were children. kramer got out of bed. he put on his bathrobe and began to searchfor a cigarette. while he was searching, the vidphone rang. he snapped the vidphone on. “yes?†the face of the immediate monitor appeared. “a call from terra, mr. kramer. an emergency call.â€
“emergency call? for me? put it through.†kramer came awake, brushing his hair backout of his eyes. alarm plucked at him. from the speaker a strange voice came. “philip kramer? is this kramer?†“this is general hospital, new york city,terra.
mr. kramer, your wife is here. she has been critically injured in an accident. your name was given to us to call. is it possible for you to—†“how badly?†kramer gripped the vidphone stand. “is it serious?†“yes, it’s serious, mr. kramer. are you able to come here?
the quicker you can come the better.†“yes.†“i’ll come. the screen died as the connection was broken. kramer waited a moment. then he tapped the button. the screen relit again. “yes, sir,†the monitor said. “can i get a ship to terra at once?
it’s an emergency. my wife—†“there’s no ship leaving the moon foreight hours. you’ll have to wait until the next period.†“isn’t there anything i can do?†“we can broadcast a general request to allships passing through this area. sometimes cruisers pass by here returningto terra for repairs.†“will you broadcast that for me? i’ll come down to the field.â€
“yes sir. but there may be no ship in the area for awhile. it’s a gamble.†the screen died. kramer dressed quickly. he put on his coat and hurried to the lift. a moment later he was running across the generalreceiving lobby, past the rows of vacant desks and conference tables. at the door the sentries stepped aside andhe went outside, onto the great concrete steps.
the face of the moon was in shadow. below him the field stretched out in totaldarkness, a black void, endless, without form. he made his way carefully down the steps andalong the ramp along the side of the field, to the control tower. a faint row of red lights showed him the way. two soldiers challenged him at the foot ofthe tower, standing in the shadows, their guns ready. “kramer?†a light was flashed in his face.
“your call has been sent out already.†“there’s a cruiser nearby that has madecontact with us. it has an injured jet and is moving slowlyback toward terra, away from the line.†“good.†kramer nodded, a flood of relief rushing throughhim. he lit a cigarette and gave one to each ofthe soldiers. the soldiers lit up. “sir,†one of them asked, “is it trueabout the experimental ship?†“it came to life and ran off?â€
“no, not exactly,†kramer said. “it had a new type of control system insteadof the johnson units. it wasn’t properly tested.†“but sir, one of the cruisers that was theregot up close to it, and a buddy of mine says this ship acted funny. he never saw anything like it. it was like when he was fishing once on terra,in washington state, fishing for bass. the fish were smart, going this way and that—†“here’s your cruiser,†the other soldiersaid.
“look!†an enormous vague shape was setting slowlydown onto the field. they could make nothing out but its row oftiny green blinkers. kramer stared at the shape. “better hurry, sir,†the soldiers said. “they don’t stick around here very long.†kramer loped across the field, toward theblack shape that rose up above him, extended across the width of the field. the ramp was down from the side of the cruiserand he caught hold of it.
the ramp rose, and a moment later kramer wasinside the hold of the ship. the hatch slid shut behind him. as he made his way up the stairs to the maindeck the turbines roared up from the moon, out into space. kramer opened the door to the main deck. he stopped suddenly, staring around him insurprise. there was nobody in sight. the ship was deserted. “good god,†he said.
realization swept over him, numbing him. he sat down on a bench, his head swimming. “good god.†the ship roared out into space leaving themoon and terra farther behind each moment. and there was nothing he could do. “so it was you who put the call through,â€he said at last. “it was you who called me on the vidphone,not any hospital on terra. it was all part of the plan.†he looked up and around him.
“and dolores is really—†“your wife is fine,†the wall speakerabove him said tonelessly. “it was a fraud. i am sorry to trick you that way, philip,but it was all i could think of. another day and you would have been back onterra. i don’t want to remain in this area anylonger than necessary. they have been so certain of finding me outin deep space that i have been able to stay here without too much danger. but even the purloined letter was found eventually.â€
kramer smoked his cigarette nervously. “what are you going to do? where are we going?†“first, i want to talk to you. i have many things to discuss. i was very disappointed when you left me,along with the others. i had hoped that you would remain.†the dry voice chuckled. “remember how we used to talk in the olddays, you and i?
that was a long time ago.†the ship was gaining speed. it plunged through space at tremendous speed,rushing through the last of the defense zone and out beyond. a rush of nausea made kramer bend over fora moment. when he straightened up the voice from thewall went on, “i’m sorry to step it up so quickly, but we are still in danger. another few moments and we’ll be free.†“how about yuk ships?
aren’t they out here?†“i’ve already slipped away from severalof them. they’re quite curious about me.†“curious?†“they sense that i’m different, more liketheir own organic mines. they don’t like it. i believe they will begin to withdraw fromthis area, soon. apparently they don’t want to get involvedwith me. they’re an odd race, philip.
i would have liked to study them closely,try to learn something about them. i’m of the opinion that they use no inertmaterial. all their equipment and instruments are alive,in some form or other. they don’t construct or build at all. the idea of making is foreign to them. they utilize existing forms. even their ships—†“where are we going?†“i want to know where you are taking me.â€
“frankly, i’m not certain.†“you’re not certain?†“i haven’t worked some details out. there are a few vague spots in my program,still. but i think that in a short while i’ll havethem ironed out.†“what is your program?†“it’s really very simple. but don’t you want to come into the controlroom and sit? the seats are much more comfortable than thatmetal bench.â€
kramer went into the control room and satdown at the control board. looking at the useless apparatus made himfeel strange. the speaker above the board rasped. kramer gestured helplessly. “i’m—powerless. i can’t do anything. and i don’t like it. do you blame me?â€
no, i don’t blame you. but you’ll get your control back, soon. don’t worry. this is only a temporary expedient, takingyou off this way. it was something i didn’t contemplate. i forgot that orders would be given out toshoot me on sight.†“it was gross’ idea.†“i don’t doubt that. my conception, my plan, came to me as soonas you began to describe your project, that
day at my house. i saw at once that you were wrong; you peoplehave no understanding of the mind at all. i realized that the transfer of a human brainfrom an organic body to a complex artificial space ship would not involve the loss of theintellectualization faculty of the mind. when a man thinks, he is. “when i realized that, i saw the possibilityof an age-old dream becoming real. i was quite elderly when i first met you,philip. even then my life-span had come pretty muchto its end. i could look ahead to nothing but death, andwith it the extinction of all my ideas.
i had made no mark on the world, none at all. my students, one by one, passed from me intothe world, to take up jobs in the great research project, the search for better and biggerweapons of war. “the world has been fighting for a longtime, first with itself, then with the martians, then with these beings from proxima centauri,whom we know nothing about. the human society has evolved war as a culturalinstitution, like the science of astronomy, or mathematics. war is a part of our lives, a career, a respectedvocation. bright, alert young men and women move intoit, putting their shoulders to the wheel as
they did in the time of nebuchadnezzar. it has always been so. “but is it innate in mankind? i don’t think so. no social custom is innate. there were many human groups that did notgo to war; the eskimos never grasped the idea at all, and the american indians never tookto it well. “but these dissenters were wiped out, anda cultural pattern was established that became the standard for the whole planet.
now it has become ingrained in us. “but if someplace along the line some otherway of settling problems had arisen and taken hold, something different than the massingof men and material to—†“what’s your plan?†“i know the theory. it was part of one of your lectures.†“yes, buried in a lecture on plant selection,as i recall. when you came to me with this propositioni realized that perhaps my conception could be brought to life, after all.
if my theory were right that war is only ahabit, not an instinct, a society built up apart from terra with a minimum of culturalroots might develop differently. if it failed to absorb our outlook, if it could start out on another foot, it mightnot arrive at the same point to which we have come: a dead end, with nothing but greaterand greater wars in sight, until nothing is left but ruin and destruction everywhere. “of course, there would have to be a watcherto guide the experiment, at first. a crisis would undoubtedly come very quickly,probably in the second generation. cain would arise almost at once.
“you see, kramer, i estimate that if i remainat rest most of the time, on some small planet or moon, i may be able to keep functioningfor almost a hundred years. that would be time enough, sufficient to seethe direction of the new colony. after that—well, after that it would beup to the colony itself. “which is just as well, of course. man must take control eventually, on his own. one hundred years, and after that they willhave control of their own destiny. perhaps i am wrong, perhaps war is more thana habit. perhaps it is a law of the universe, thatthings can only survive as groups by group
violence. “but i’m going ahead and taking the chancethat it is only a habit, that i’m right, that war is something we’re so accustomedto that we don’t realize it is a very unnatural thing. now as to the place! i’m still a little vague about that. we must find the place, still. “that’s what we’re doing now. you and i are going to inspect a few systemsoff the beaten path, planets where the trading
prospects are low enough to keep terran shipsaway. i know of one planet that might be a goodplace. it was reported by the fairchild expeditionin their original manual. we may look into that, for a start.†the ship was silent. kramer sat for a time, staring down at themetal floor under him. the floor throbbed dully with the motion ofthe turbines. at last he looked up. “you might be right.
maybe our outlook is only a habit.†kramer got to his feet. “but i wonder if something has occurredto you?†“what is that?†“if it’s such a deeply ingrained habit,going back thousands of years, how are you going to get your colonists to make the break,leave terra and terran customs? how about this generation, the first ones,the people who found the colony? i think you’re right that the next generationwould be free of all this, if there were an—†he grinned.
“—an old man above to teach them somethingelse instead.†kramer looked up at the wall speaker. “how are you going to get the people toleave terra and come with you, if by your own theory, this generation can’t be saved,it all has to start with the next?†the wall speaker was silent. then it made a sound, the faint dry chuckle. “i’m surprised at you, philip. settlers can be found. we won’t need many, just a few.â€
the speaker chuckled again. “i’ll acquaint you with my solution.†at the far end of the corridor a door slidopen. there was sound, a hesitant sound. “dolores!†dolores kramer stood uncertainly, lookinginto the control room. she blinked in amazement. “phil!
what are you doing here? what’s going on?†they stared at each other. “what’s happening?†“i received a vidcall that you had beenhurt in a lunar explosion—†the wall speaker rasped into life. “you see, philip, that problem is alreadysolved. we don’t really need so many people; evena single couple might do.†“i see,†he murmured thickly.
“just one couple. one man and woman.†“they might make it all right, if therewere someone to watch and see that things went as they should. there will be quite a few things i can helpyou with, philip. quite a few. we’ll get along very well, i think.†kramer grinned wryly. “you could even help us name the animals,â€he said.
“i understand that’s the first step.†“i’ll be glad to,†the toneless, impersonalvoice said. “as i recall, my part will be to bring themto you, one by one. then you can do the actual naming.†“i don’t understand,†dolores faltered. “what does he mean, phil? naming animals. what kind of animals? kramer walked slowly over to the port andstood staring silently out, his arms folded.
beyond the ship a myriad fragments of lightgleamed, countless coals glowing in the dark void. stars, suns, systems. endless, without number. a universe of worlds. an infinity of planets, waiting for them,gleaming and winking from the darkness. he turned back, away from the port. he smiled at his wife, standing nervous andfrightened, her large eyes full of alarm. “i don’t know where we are going,†hesaid.
“but somehow that doesn’t seem too importantright now…. i’m beginning to see the professor’s point,it’s the result that counts.†and for the first time in many months he puthis arm around dolores. at first she stiffened, the fright and nervousnessstill in her eyes. but then suddenly she relaxed against himand there were tears wetting her cheeks. “phil … do you really think we can startover again—you and i?†he kissed her tenderly, then passionately. and the spaceship shot swiftly through theendless, trackless eternity of the void….