The Golden Age Of Science Fiction Vol Iv Part 98
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"He needs no a.s.sistance?"
"Nothing could help him for half an hour or more. Then he'll probably have a severe headache."
The extraterrestrial had even the ability to achieve a dry quality in his voice. "I am surprised at your forebearance." He took a chair before a baroque desk. "Undoubtedly you have gone through a great deal to penetrate to this point. I am a member of the interplanetary delegation. What is it that you want?"
Hank looked at Loo, received a slight nod, and went into his speech. The s.p.a.ce alien made no attempt to interrupt.
When Hank had finished, the extraterrestrial turned his eyes to Loo. "And you?"
Loo said, "I represent the British Commonwealth rather than the United States, but my purpose in contacting you was identical. Her Majesty's government is anxious to consult with you before you make any binding agreements with the Soviet complex."
The alien turned his eyes from one to the other. His face, Hank decided, had a Lincolnesque quality, so ugly as to be beautiful in its infinite sadness.
"You must think us incredibly naive," he said.
Hank scowled. He had adjusted quickly to the s.p.a.ce amba.s.sador's otherness, both of dress and physical qualities, but there was an irritating something--He put his finger on it. He felt as he had, some decades ago, when brought before his grammar school princ.i.p.al for an infraction of school discipline.
Hank said, "We haven't had too much time to think. We've been desperate."
The alien said, "You have gone to considerable trouble. I can even admire your resolution. You will be interested to know that tomorrow we take s.h.i.+p to Peiping."
"Peiping?" Loo said blankly.
"Following two weeks there we proceed to Was.h.i.+ngton and following that to London. What led your governments to believe that the Soviet nations were to receive all our attention, and your own none at all?"
Hank blurted, "But you landed here. You made no contact with us."
"The size of our expedition is limited. We could hardly do everything at once. The Soviet complex, as you call it, is the largest government and the most advanced on Earth. Obviously, this was our first stop." His eyes went to Hank's. "You're an American. Do you know why you have fallen behind in the march of progress?"
"I'm not sure we have," Hank said flatly. "Do you mean in comparison with the Soviet complex?"
"Exactly. And if you don't realize it, then you've blinded yourself. You've fallen behind in a score of fields because a decade or so ago, in your years between 1957 and 1960, you made a disastrous decision. In alarm at Russian progress, you adopted a campaign of combating Russian science. You began educating your young people to combat Russian progress."
"We had to!"
The alien grunted. "To the contrary, what you should have done was try to excel Russian science, technology and industry. Had you done that you might have continued to be the world's leading nation, until, at least, some sort of world unity had been achieved. By deciding to combat Russian progress you became a r.e.t.a.r.ding force, a deliberate drag on the development of your species, seeking to cripple and restrain rather than to grow and develop. The way to win a race is not to trip up your opponent, but to run faster and harder than he."
Hank stared at him.
The s.p.a.ce alien came to his feet. "I am busy. Your missions, I a.s.sume, have been successfully completed. You have seen one of our group. Melodramatically, you have warned us against your enemy. Your superiors should be gratified. And now I shall summon a guide to return you to your hotels."
A great deal went out of Hank Kuran. Until now the tenseness had been greater than he had ever remembered in life. Now he was limp. In response, he nodded.
Loo sighed, returned the weapon which he had until now held in his hand to a shoulder holster. "Yes," he said, meaninglessly. He turned and looked at Hank Kuran wryly. "I have spent the better part of my life learning to be an ultra-efficient security operative. I suspect that my job has just become obsolete."
"I have an idea that perhaps mine is too," Hank said.
In the morning, the Progressive Tours group was scheduled to visit a co-operative farm, specializing in poultry, on the outskirts of Moscow. While the bus was loading Hank stopped off at the Grand Hotel's Intourist desk.
"Can I send a cable to the United States?"
The chipper Intourist girl said "But of course." She handed him a form.
He wrote quickly: SHERIDAN HENNESSEY WAs.h.i.+NGTON, D. C.
MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.
MORE SATISFACTORILY THAN EXPECTED.
HENRY KURAN.
The girl checked it quickly. "But your name is Henry Stevenson."
"That," Hank said, "was back when I was a cloak and dagger man."
She blinked and looked after him as he walked out and climbed aboard the tourist bus. He found an empty seat next to Char Moore and settled into it.
Char said evenly, "Ah, today you have time from your amorous pursuits to join the rest of us."
He raised an eyebrow at her. Jealousy? His chances were evidently better than he had ever suspected. "I meant to tell you about that," he said, "the first time we're by ourselves."
"Hm-m-m," she said. Then, "We've been in Russia for several days now. What do you think of it?"
Hank said, "I think it's pretty good. And I have a sneaking suspicion that in another ten years, when a few changes will have evolved, she'll be better still."
She looked at him blankly. "You do? Frankly, I've been somewhat disappointed."
"Sure. But wait'll you see our country in ten years. You know, Char, this world of ours has just got started."
THE END.
Contents
DEAD MAN'S PLANET.
By Joseph Samachson
When a driven man arrives at a cemetery world, what else can it be but journey's end--and the start of a new one?
Outside the s.h.i.+p, it was the sun that blazed angrily. Inside, it was Sam Wilson's temper. "Study your lessons," he snarled, with a savageness that surprised himself, "or I'll never let you set foot on this planet at all."
"Okay, Pop," said Mark, a little white around the nostrils. He looked old for so young a kid. "I didn't mean anything wrong."
"I don't care what you meant. You do as you're told."
In the quiet that followed, broken only by the hum of the arithmetic-tape, Sam wondered at himself. As kids went, Mark had never been a nuisance. Certainly Rhoda had never had any trouble with him. But Rhoda had been altogether different. Sam was tough and he had always got a sense of satisfaction out of knowing that he was hard-boiled. Or at least that was once true. Rhoda had been sweet, gentle....
He aroused himself from thoughts of her by calling, "Mark!"
"Yes, Pop?"
His voice had been harsher than he had intended. Over the past few weeks he seemed gradually to have been losing control of it. Now, although he was going to do his son a favor, he sounded like a slavemaster threatening a beating. "You can shut off your arithmetic lesson. We're going out."
"But didn't you want me--"
"I changed my mind."
Mark seemed more troubled than pleased, as if a father who changed his mind so readily was a man to be wary of.
I'm on edge all the time, thought Sam, and I'm getting him that way, too. I'll have to regain control of myself.
He had long ago made all the necessary tests for such possible dangers as lack of oxygen and the presence of infectious organisms. On all counts, the planet had pa.s.sed muster. The sun, whiter than Sol, was almost hot enough to make him forget the chill he carried deep inside him. Almost, but not quite, especially as the air, though breathable, was thin and deficient in nitrogen. The countryside was bleak, inspiring in him the thought that there are two kinds of desolation; the one that precedes the coming of Man, and the one which he knows only too well how to create wherever he goes. The desolation here was non-human.
"It--it's like a cemetery, ain't it, Pop?"
Sam looked at his son sharply. Kids of ten were not supposed to know much about cemeteries. Nor, for that matter, were kids of six, Mark's age when the funeral had taken place. Sam hadn't let him attend, but evidently the incident had made a deeper impression on his mind than Sam had realized. He would always remember a cemetery as the place where his mother lived. Perhaps he missed Rhoda almost as much as his father did.
"It's different from a cemetery," said Sam. "There's n.o.body buried here. Looks like we're the first human beings ever to set foot on this place."
"Do you think we'll find animals to catch, Pop?"
"I don't see signs of any animals."
That was part of Sam's private fiction, that he was looking for strange animals to be sold to zoos or circuses. Actually he was seeking less to find anything new than to lose something he carried with him, and succeeding in neither attempt.
Mark s.h.i.+vered in the sun. "It's kind of lonely," he said.
"More lonely than the s.h.i.+p?"
"It's different. It's bigger, so it's more lonely."
I'm not so sure, argued Sam mentally. In the s.h.i.+p, we have all of s.p.a.ce around us, and nothing's bigger than that. Still, your opinion has to be respected. You're almost as great an expert on the various kinds of loneliness as I am. The difference is that you're loneliest when you're away from people. I'm loneliest in a crowd. That's why I don't mind this planet so much.
He walked ahead, Mark following almost reluctantly. The ground was rocky and the shrub-like vegetation spa.r.s.e and stunted, ranging in color from greenish gray to brown. It seemed hardly capable of supporting a large animal population. If there were any animals here at all, they were probably too small to be impressive, and would be of little interest to exhibitors.
They walked in silence for a few moments, and then Sam asked, "Want to go on?"
"I want to finish my studying."
That was something new. "Okay," said Sam, and turned back.
They were approaching the s.h.i.+p when the sound of a pebble falling came to Sam's ears. Automatically, his hand reached for his gun, and he swung around to face what might be danger. As he did so, something snarled and fled. He could see no sign of motion, but he could hear the scattering of other pebbles along a gully as the creature retreated.
"Looks like we're not alone here, after all," he said. "Wonder what that was."
"It couldn't have been very big," said Mark. "Big animals don't run away."
"Not usually, unless they're smart, or they've met people before. I'll have to set traps."
"Do you think maybe if you caught him you could sell him to a circus, Pop?"
"I'll have to see what he's like, first," said Sam. He looked around. "If there's one animal, there are likely to be others. It's strange that I didn't detect any sign of them."
He put his arm absently over Mark's shoulder. He didn't notice the expression on the kid's face at this unexpected gesture.
When they were inside the s.h.i.+p again, Mark said, "Guess I'd better get back to my arithmetic."
"In a minute," said Sam. "I want to talk to you first." He dropped wearily into a seat, although he had done nothing that should have tired him out. His son looked at him expectantly. "Mark, do you like traveling around with me?"
"Sure, Pop, I like to be with you."
"Not seeing anybody else? No other kids, no people of any kind? Just being with me, learning your lessons from tapes, and having your test papers corrected automatically? You don't get tired of it?"
Mark hesitated despite himself. Then he said loyally, "I'd rather be with you than anybody else. When Mom--when Mom died--I didn't want to see anybody."
"I know how you felt. But that was four years ago. You can't grow up alone. Now what you need to do is meet people, learn how they talk and think and feel. You can't learn those things from tapes, and you can't learn them from me."
Mark said stubbornly, "I like to be with you."
"I'm not much of a person to be with. Don't think I don't know it. I'm mean and surly, and my temper's getting worse by the day. I can't a.s.sociate with people any more. But you can. I was thinking maybe I'd leave you--"
"No!" cried Mark.
"Not in an orphanage or anything like that. But I have some friends whose kids are growing up--"
"No. I won't go. If you send me, I'll run away. I want to be with you."
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