Tales Of Known Space Part 18
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He pitched them rapidly, one at a time, overhand. First one, then another of the Water Monopoly twitched and looked in our direction. Bugeyes kept throwing.
Quite suddenly, two of them started toward us at a run. Bugeyes kept throwing until they were almost on him; then he threw his acorns in a handful and dived into the shadows.
The two of them ran between us. We let the first go by: the wide-mouthed blond spokesman, his expression low and murderous now. The other was short and broad-shouldered, an intimidating silhouette, seemingly all muscle. A tackle. I stood up in front of him, expecting him to stop in surprise; and he did, and I hit him in the mouth as hard as I could.
He stepped back in shock. Ron wrapped an arm around his throat.
He bucked. Instantly. Ron hung on. I did something I'd seen often enough on television: linked my fingers and brought both hands down on the back of his neck.
The blond spokesman should be back by now; and I turned, and he was. He was on me before I could get my hands up. We rolled on the ground, me with my arms pinned to my sides,him unable to use his hands without letting go. It was lousy planning for both of us.
He was squeezing the breath out of me. Ron hovered over us, waiting for a chance to hit him.
Suddenly there were others, a lot of others. Three of them pulled the blond kid off me, and a beefy, b.l.o.o.d.y man in a yellow business jumper stepped forward and crowned him with a rock.
The blond kid went limp.
The man squared off and threw a straight left hook with the rock in his hand. The blond kid's head snapped back, fell forward.
I yelled, "Hey!" jumped forward, got hold of the arm that held the rock.
Someone hit me solidly in the side of the neck.
I dropped. It felt like all my strings had been cut. Someone was helping me to my feet-- Ron--voices babbling in whispers, one shouting, "Get him--"
I couldn't see the blond kid. The other one, the tackle, was up and staggering away.
Shadows came from between the trees to play pileup on him. The woods were alive, and it was just a little patch of woods. Full of angry, thirsty people.
Bugeyes reappeared, grinning widely.
"Now what? Go somewhere else and try it again?"
"Oh, no. It's getting very vicious out tonight. Ron, we've got to stop them. They'll kill him!"
"It's a Free Park. Can you stand now?"
"Ron, they'll kill him!"
The rest of the Water Trust was charging to the rescue. One of them had a tree branch with the leaves stripped off. Behind them, shadows converged on the fountain.
We fled.
I had to stop after a dozen paces. My head was trying to explode. Ron looked back anxiously, but I waved him on. Behind me the man with the branch broke through the trees and ran toward me to do murder.
Behind him, all the noise suddenly stopped.
I braced myself for the blow.
And fainted.
He was lying across my legs, with the branch still in his hand. Jill and Ron were pulling at my shoulders. A pair of golden moons floated overhead.
I wriggled loose. I felt my head. It seemed intact.
Ron said, "The copseyes zapped him before he got to you."
"What about the others? Did they kill them?"
"I don't know." Ron ran his hands through his hair. "I was wrong. Anarchy isn't stable.
It comes apart too easily."
"Well, don't do any more experiments. Okay?"
People were beginning to stand up. They streamed toward the exits, gathering momentum, beneath the yellow gaze of the copseyes.
The Warriors ----------------------------------------------------------------.
The organ bank problem is basic to an understanding of this era, and of later eras on the colony worlds. It forms a background for the three tales of Gil the ARM, and for the society of Mount Lookitthat as detailed in A Gift From Earth.
Phssthpok the Pak was the second extraterrestrial to meet mankind. Though he had traveled all the way from the galactic core, he was hardly an alien; the Pak are related to humankind. Before his death he created the first of the protector-stage humans, from a Belt miner named Jack Brennan.
There followed a Golden Age--a period of peace and contentment for Earth and Belt-- that lasted for two hundred and fifty years. In particular, breakthroughs in alloplasty and regenera-tion ended the organ bank problem. Probably all of this was due to subtle interventions by the superintelligent being who now called himself the Brennan-monster. Brennon's story is chronicled in Protector.
Unfortunately Brennan was unable to antic.i.p.ate the existence of the Kzinti...
LN ---------------------------------------------------------------.
I'M SURE THEY saw us coming," the Alien Technologies Officer persisted.
"Do you see that ring, sir?"
The silvery image of the enemy s.h.i.+p almost filled the viewer. It showed as a broad, wide ring encircling a cylindrical axis, like a mechanical pencil floating inside aplatinum bracelet. A finned craft projected from the pointed end of the axial section. Angular letters ran down the axis, totally unlike the dots-and-commas of Kzinti script.
"Of course I see it," said the Captain.
"It was rotating when we first picked them up. It stopped when we got within two hundred thousand miles, and it hasn't moved since."
The Captain flicked his tail back and forth, gently, thoughtfully, like a pink lash.
"You worry me," he commented.
"If they know we're here, why haven't they tried to get away? Are they so sure they can beat us?" He whirled to face the A-T Officer.
"Should we be running?"
"No, sir! I don't know why they're still here, but they can't have anything to be confident about. That's one of the most primitive s.p.a.cecraft I've ever seen." He moved his claw about on the screen, pointing as he talked.
"The outer sh.e.l.l is an iron alloy. The rotating ring is a method of simulating gravity by using centripetal force. So they don't have the gravity planer. In fact they're probably using a reaction drive."
The Captain's catlike ears went up.
"But we're lightyears from the nearest star!"
"They must have a better reaction drive than we ever developed. We had the gravity planer before we needed one that good."
There was a buzzing sound from the big control board.
"Enter," said the Captain.
The Weapons Officer fell up through the entrance hatch and came to attention.
"Sir, we, have all weapons trained on the enemy."
"Good." The Captain swung around.
"A-T, how sure are you that they aren't a threat to us?"
The A-T Officer bared sharply pointed teeth.
"I don't see how they could be, sir."
"Good. Weapons, keep all your guns ready to fire, but don't use them unless I give the order. I'll have the ears of the man who destroys that s.h.i.+p without orders. I want to take it intact."
"Yes, sir."
"Where's the Telepath?"
"He's on his way, sir. He was asleep."
"He's always asleep. Tell him to get his tail up here."
The Weapons Officer saluted, turned, and dropped through the exit hole.
"Captain?"
The A-T Officer was standing by the viewer, which now showed the ringed end of the alien s.h.i.+p. He pointed to the mirror-bright end of the axial cylinder.
"It looks like that end was designed to project light. That would make it a photon drive, sir."
The Captain considered.
"Could it be a signal device?"
"Urrrrr . . . Yes, sir."
"Then don't jump to conclusions."
Like a piece of toast, the Telepath popped up through the entrance hatch. He came to exaggerated attention. "Reporting as ordered, sir."
"You omitted to buzz for entrance."
"Sorry, sir." The lighted viewscreen caught the Telepath's eye and he padded over for a better look, forgetting that he was at attention. The A-T Officer winced, wis.h.i.+ng he were somewhere else.
The Telepath's eyes were violet around the edges. His pink tail hung limp. As usual, he looked as if he were dying for lack of sleep. His fur was flattened along the side he slept on; he hadn't even bothered to brush it. The effect was as far from the ideal of a Conquest Warrior as one can get and still be a member of the Kzinti species. The wonder was that the Captain had not yet murdered him.
He never would, of course. Telepaths were too rare, too valuable, and--understandably-- too emotionally unstable. The Captain always kept his temper with the Telepath. At times like this it was the innocent bystander who stood to lose his rank or his ears at the clank of a falling molecule.
"That's an enemy s.h.i.+p we've tracked down," the Captain was saying.
"We'd like to get some information from them. Would you read their minds for us?"
"Yes, sir." The Telepath's voice showed his instant misery, but he knew better than to protest. He left the screen and sank into a chair. Slowly his ears folded into tight knots, his pupils contracted, and his ratlike tail went limp as flannel.
The world of the eleventh sense pushed in on him.
He caught the Captain's thought: "... sloppy civilian get of a sthondat..." and frantically tuned it out. He hated the Captain's mind. He found other minds aboard s.h.i.+p, isolated and blanked them out one by one. Now there were none left. There was only unconsciousness and chaos.
Chaos was not empty. Something was thinking strange and disturbing thoughts.
The Telepath forced himself to listen.
Steve Weaver floated bonelessly near a wall of the radio room. He was blond, blue-eyed, and big, and he could often be seen as he was now, relaxed but completely motionless, as if there were some very good reason why he shouldn't even blink. A streamer of smoke drifted from his left hand and crossed the room to bury itself in the air vent.
"That's that," Ann Harrison said wearily. She flicked four switches in the bank of radio controls. At each click a small light went out.
"You can't get them?"
"Right. I'll bet they don't even have a radio." Ann released her chair net and stretched out into a five-pointed star.
"I've left the receiver on, with the volume up, in case they try to get us later. Man, that feels good!" Abruptly she curled into a tight ball. She had been crouched at the communications bank for more than an hour. Ann might have been Steve's twin; she was almost as tall as he was, had the same color hair and eyes, and the flat muscles of conscientious exercise showed beneath her blue falling jumper as she flexed.
Steve snapped his cigarette b.u.t.t at the air conditioner, moving only his fingers.
"Okay. What have they got?"
Ann looked startled.
"I don't know."
"Think of it as a puzzle. They don't have a radio. How might they talk to each other?
How can we check on our guesses? We a.s.sume they're trying to reach us, of course."
"Yes, of course."
"Think about it, Ann. Get Tim thinking about it, too." Jim Davis was her husband that year, and the s.h.i.+p's doctor full time.
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