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He shook his head.
Nothing that simple, that obvious, that explicit. Times have changed since the Good Book was written, and you can't hold with a purely fundamentalist approach in complex times. What I was getting at was something a little more abstract. A form of pride, not unlike the classical hubris, the setting up of oneself on a level with the Creator.
Did you feel that, pride?
Yes.
Are you sure it wasn't just enthusiasm for an ambitious project that was working well?
Oh, there was plenty of that. A manifestation of the same thing.
I do seem to recall something about man being made in the Creator's image, and something else about trying to live up to that. It would seem to follow that exercising one's capacities along similar lines would be a step in the right direction, an act of conformance with the Divine ideal, if you'd like.
But I don't like. Man ca
Then you have nothing to worry about.
He frowned. Then, No, he said. Being aware of this and still trying is where the presumption comes in.
Were you really thinking that way when you did it? Or did all this occur to you after the fact?
He continued to frown.
I am no longer certain.
Then it would seem to me that a merciful God would be inclined to give you the benefit of the doubt.
He gave me a wry smile.
Not bad, John Do
Then you see the Hangman as an avenging angel?
Sometimes. Sort of. I see it as being returned to exact a penalty.
Just for the record, I suggested, if the Hangman had had full access to the necessary equipment and was able to construct another unit such as itself, would you consider it guilty of the same thing that is bothering you?
He shook his head.
Don't get all cute and Jesuitical with me, Do
Such as?
I told you I'd let you know when we reached a certain point. That's it.
Okay, I said. But that sort of blank-walls me, you know. The people I am working for would like to protect you people. They want to stop the Hangman. I was hoping you would tell me a little more, if not for your own sake, then for the others'. They might not share your philosophical sentiments, and you have just admitted you may be wrong ... Despair, by the way, is also considered a sin by a great number of theologians.
He sighed and stroked his nose, as I had often seen him do in times long past.
What do you do, anyhow? he asked me.
Me, personally? I'm a science writer. I'm putting together a report on the device for (he agency that wants to do the protecting. The better my report, the better their chances.
He was silent for a time, then, I read a lot in the area, but I don't recognize your name, he said.
Most of my work has involved petrochemistry and marine biology, I said.
Oh ... You were a peculiar choice then, weren't you?
Not really. I was available, and the boss knows my work, knows I'm good.
He glanced across the room, to where a stack of cartons partly obscured what I (hen realized to be a remote-access terminal. Okay. If he decided to check out my credentials now, John Do
Let me put it this way ... he finally said, and something of the old David Fentris at his best took control of his voice. For one reason or the other, I believe that it wants to destroy its former operators. If it is the judgment of the Almighty, that's all there is to it. It will succeed. If not, however, I don't want any outside protection. I've done my own repenting and it is up to me to handle the rest of the situation myself, too. I will stop the Hangman personally, right here, before anyone else is hurt.
How? I asked him.
He nodded toward the glittering helmet.
With that, he said.
How? I repeated.
The Hangman's telefactor circuits are still intact. They have to be: they are an integral part of it. It could not disco
How would you do the disco
He reached for the schematics he had been looking at when I had come in.
Here. The thoracic plate has to be unplugged. There are four subunits that have to be uncoupled. Here, here, here, and here.
He looked up.
You would have to do them in sequence, though, or it could get mighty hot, I said. First this one, then these two. Then the other.
When I looked up again, the gray eyes were fixed on my own.
I thought you were in petrochemistry and marine biology.
I am not really 'in' anything, I said. I am a tech writer, with bits and pieces from all over, and I did have a look at these before, when I accepted the job.
I see.
Why don't you bring the space agency in on this? I said, working to shift ground. The original telefactoring equipment had all that power and range ...
It was dismantled a long time ago ... I thought you were with the government
I shook my head.
Sorry. I didn't mean to mislead you. I am on contract with a private investigation outfit.
Uh-huh. Then that means Jesse ... Not that it matters. You can tell him that one way or the other everything is being taken care of.
What if you are wrong on the supernatural, I said, but correct on the other? Supposing it is coming under the circumstances you feel it proper to resist? But supposing you are not next on its list? Supposing it gets to one of the others next, instead of you? If you are so sensitive about guilt and sin, don't you think that you would be responsible for that death, if you could prevent it by telling me just a little bit more? If it's confidentiality you're worried about ...
No, he said. You ca
How do you know that you are next?
Take a look at a map, he said. It landed in the Gulf. Ma
I thought about Senator Brockden in Wisconsin and decided it would not even have that problem. All of them were fairly accessible, when you thought of the situation in terms of river travel.
But how is it to know where you all are? I asked.
Good question, he said. Within a limited range, it was once sensitive to our brain waves, having an intimate knowledge of them and the ability to pick them up. I do not know what that range would be today. It might have been able to construct an amplifier to extend this area of perception. But to be more mundane about it, I believe that it simply consulted Central's national directory. There are booths all over, even on the waterfront. It could have hit one late at night and gimmicked it. It certainly had sufficient identifying information, and engineering skill.