The Simulacra

He broke off. The gun had left his hand.

‘Help me!' Kongrosian howled. ‘It's becoming me and I have to be it!' The gun vanished into Kongrosian's body.

In Pembroke's hand a spongy, pink mass of lung-tissue appeared; instantly he dropped it and at once Kongrosian shrieked with pain.

Nicole shut her eyes. ‘Richard,' she moaned gratingly.

‘Stop it. Get control of yourself.'

‘Yes,' Kongrosian said, and giggled helplessly. ‘I can get hold of myself, pick myself up, the organs and vital parts all around me, lying on the floor; maybe I can stuff them back inside, somehow.'

Opening her eyes, Nicole said, ‘Can you get me out of here, now? Move me a long way off, Richard. Please.'

‘I can't breathe,' Kongrosian panted. ‘Pembroke has part of my breathing-apparatus and he dropped it; he didn't take care of it -- he let me fall.' He made a gesture towards the NP man ...

Quietly, his face drained of colour and the ordinary hopefulness of the process of life, Pembroke said, ‘He's shut off something inside me. Some essential organ.'

‘That's right!' Kongrosian shrieked. ‘I shut off your -- but I'm not going to tell you.' Slyly, he poked a finger at Pembroke, waggling it in his direction. ‘Only this; I'll say this: you'll live for about, oh, say, four more hours.' He laughed. ‘What do you say to that?'

‘Can you turn it back on?' Pembroke managed to say.

Pain had infiltrated his features now; he was suffering.

‘If I want,' Kongrosian said. ‘But I don't want to because I don't have time. I've got to collect myself.' He scowled in rapt concentration. ‘I'm busy evicting every foreign object that's managed to enter me,' he explained to Pembroke and Nicole. ‘And I want myself back; I'm going to make myself come back inside.' He glowered at the pink spongy mass of lung tissue. ‘You're me,' he told it. ‘You're part of the I-world, not the non-I. Understand?'

‘Please take me a long way from here,' Nicole said to him.

‘Okay, okay,' Kongrosian agreed irritably. ‘Where do you want to be? In another city entirely? On Mars? Who knows how far I can move you -- I don't. As Mr Pembroke said, I haven't really learned the political uses of my ability, even after all these years. But anyhow now I'm in politics.' He chuckled with delight. ‘What about Berlin? I can move you from here to Berlin; I'm confident of that.'

‘Anything,' Nicole said.

‘I know where I'll send you.' Kongrosian exclaimed suddenly. ‘I know where you'll be safe, Nicky. Understand, I want you to be safe; I believe in you, I know you exist. No matter what those damn news machines say. I mean, they're lying. I can tell. They're trying to shake my confidence in you; they've all ganged up, saying exactly the same thing.'

He added by way of explanation, ‘I'm sending you to my home in Je

Nicole said, ‘Richard, let him -- ‘ She ceased, then, because they were gone. Kongrosian, Pembroke, her office in the White House, everything had whipped out of existence and she stood in a gloomy rain forest. Mist drizzled from the shiny leaves; the ground underfoot was soft, impregnated with dampness. She heard no one. The moisture-saturated forest was utterly silent.

She was alone.

Presently she began to walk. She felt stiff and old and it was an effort to move. She felt as if she had stood there in the silence and rain for a million years. It was as if she had been there forever.

Ahead, through the vines and tangle of wet shrubbery she saw the outlines of a dilapidated, unpainted redwood building. A house. She walked towards it, her arms folded, shivering from the cold.

When she pushed the last branch aside she saw, parked ahead of her, an archaic-looking auto-cab in the centre of what appeared to be the house's driveway.

Opening the door of the auto-cab she said, ‘Take me to the nearest town.'

The mechanism of the cab did not respond. It remained inert, as if it were moribund.

‘Can't you hear me?' she said loudly to it.

A woman's voice came to her, from a distance. ‘I'm sorry, miss. That cab belongs to the record people, it can't respond because it's still under hire to them.'

‘Oh,' Nicole said, and straightened up, closing the door of the cab. ‘Are you Richard Kongrosian's wife?'

‘Yes, I am,' the woman said, descending the board steps of the house. ‘Who are -- ‘ She blinked. ‘You're Nicole Thibodeaux.'

‘I was,' Nicole said. ‘Can I come indoors and get something hot to drink? I don't feel too well.'

‘Of course,' Mrs Kongrosian said. ‘Please. Did you come here to find Richard? He's not here; the last I heard from him he was at a neuro-psychiatric hospital in San Francisco, Franklin Aimes. Do you know it?'

‘I know it,' Nicole said. ‘But he's not there now. No, I'm not looking for him.' She followed Mrs Kongrosian up the steps to the front porch of the house.

‘The record people have been here three days,' Mrs Kongrosian said. ‘Recording and recording. I'm begi

Nicole said, ‘Thank you for your hospitality.' The house, she discovered, was warm and dry; it was a relief from the dreary landscape outside. A fire burned in the fireplace and she went over to it.

‘I heard the strangest garbling thing over the TV just now,' Mrs Kongrosian said. ‘Something about you; I couldn't make any sense out of it. Something having to do with you -- well, not existing, I think. Do you know what I'm talking about? What they were talking about?'

‘I'm afraid I don't,' Nicole said, warming herself.

Mrs Kongrosian said, ‘I'll go and fix the coffee. They Mr Flieger and the others from EME -- should be back fairly soon, now. For di

‘I'm entirely alone,' Nicole said. She wondered if Wilder Pembroke was dead by now. She hoped so, for her own sake.

‘Your husband,' she said, ‘is a very fine person. I owe him a great deal.' My life, as a matter of fact, she realized.

‘He certainly thinks a lot of you, too,' Mrs Kongrosian said.

‘Can I stay here?' Nicole said suddenly.

‘Of course. For as long as you wish.'

‘Thanks,' Nicole said. She felt a little better. Maybe I'll never go back, she thought. After all, what's there to go back to? Janet is dead, Bertold Goltz is dead, even Reichsmarschall Goering is dead, and of course Wilder Pembroke; he's dead by now, too. And the entire ruling council, all the half-concealed figures who had stood behind her. Assuming of course that the NP men had carried out their orders, which no doubt they had.

And, she thought, I can't rule any longer; the news machines have seen to that in their blind, efficient, mechanical way. They and the Karps. So now, she decided, it's the Karps' turn; they can hold power for a while. Until they in turn are preempted, as I was.

She thought, I can't even go to Mars. At least not by jalopy! I saw to that myself. But there are other ways. Big legal commercial ships and government ships as well. Very fast ships which belong to the military; perhaps I could commandeer one of those. I could work through Rudi, even though he is -- or it is -- on its deathbed. Legally, the army has sworn an oath to him; they're supposed to do what he, or it, tells them.

‘Coffee? Are you all right? Are you ready for it?' Mrs Kongrosian peered at her intently.