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"There are the drugs, the telepathic linkage, the globe--"
"--And I'm a doctor of medicine with a telepathic friend who can both receive and transmit thought-images. As for the globe, we should be able to manufacture one."
"Well, I'll be glad to try."
"Good. Why do we not begin this evening? Now, say?"
"I have no objections. Had I known of your interest earlier, I would have offered to do it long ago."
"I only thought of it recently, and the present seems a particularly appropriate time.
So very, he reflected. And late.
He moved through the great rain forest of Cleech. He passed beside the River Bart. By boat, he traveled hundreds of miles along that watercourse, stopping at villages and small towns.
By now, his appearance was indeed that of a holy outcast--somehow stronger and taller, with voice and eyes that could catch and draw the attention of crowds, his garments in tatters, hair and beard grown long and unkempt, body covered with countless sores, blotches, excrescences. He preached as he passed, and men listened.
He cursed them. He told them of the violence that lay in their souls and of the capacity for evil which informed their beings. He spoke of their guilt, which cried out for judgment, a
Thus tolling the Day of A
The few who survived considered themselves, for some obscure reason, as the Chosen. Of What, they had no idea.
"I am ready," said Malacar, "to begin."
"All right," Morwin agreed. "Let's."
What the hell does he want with it? he asked himself. He was never especially introspective or aesthetically inclined in the old days. Now he wants a highly personalized work of art created for him. Could he have changed? No, I shouldn't think so. His taste in decorating this place was as abominable as ever, and nothing has changed since last I was here. He talks the same as he always did. His intentions, plans, desires seem unaltered. No. This has nothing to do with his sensibilities. What then?
He watched Malacar inject a colorless fluid into his arm.
"What is the drug you took?" he asked.
"A mild sedative, somewhat hallucinogenic. It will be a few minutes before it takes effect."
"But you haven't told me yet what thing I am to look for--to attempt to induce, if necessary--for the work."
"I'm making it easier for you," Malacar told him, as they reclined upon their couches before the globe they had erected. "I will tell you--via Shind--when it is ready. Then all you will have to do is hit your controls and capture it, exactly the way that it is."
"That would seem to imply a moderately strong element of consciousness on your part. This invariably interferes with the strength and clarity of the vision. That is why I prefer to use my own drugs, sir."
"Don't worry. This will be strong and clear."
"How long do you feel it will be before it occurs just as you would have it?"
"Perhaps five minutes. It will come in a flash, but it will remain long enough for you to activate your controls and impose it."
"I will try, sir."
"You will succeed, Mr. Morwin. That is an order. It will be the most difficult one you have ever attempted, I am certain. But I want it--there, before me--when I awaken."
"Yes, sir."
"Why don't you relax for a while? Make whatever mental preparations you do?"
"Yes, sir."
_Shind?_
_Yes, Commander. I am watching. He is still puzzled. He is wondering now why you want it and what it will be. Failing to arrive at any conclusions, he attempts to dismiss these questions for the moment. Soon he will know, he tells himself. He tries to relax, to follow your order, now. He is very tense. His palms perspire and he wipes them on his trousers. He regulates his breathing and his heartbeat. His mind becomes a more peaceful place. His surface thoughts diminish. Now! Now... He does a thing with his mind that I ca
_Continue to follow him_.
_I do. Wait. Something, something_ ...
_What is it?_
_I do not know. The globe--something about the globe_ ...
_This globe? The one we made?_
_No, the globe seems only to have served as the stimulus, now that he is relaxing and there are free associations ... This globe ... No. it is another. Different_ ...
_What is it like?_
_Big, and with a backdrop of stars. Inside_ ...
_What?_
_A man. A dead man, but he moves. There is also much equipment. Medical equipment. The globe is a ship--his ship. _B Coli__ ...
_Pels. The dead doctor. Pathologist. I've read some of his papers. What of him?_
_Nothing to Morwin, for the thing is gone now from his mind, and the wispy thoughts have come again. But there was something there for me. --My dream-thing. The thing of which I warned you, the thing that I said he would bear--this is it, somehow. Or co
_I will find out_.
_Not from Morwin, for he does not know. it is simply the fact that there is knowledge you will gain in co
_Strange. A very strange twisting. But we have uncovered the information we desired. We can deal with it later. Let us get on with the "dream_."
_Wait. Let there be no later. Dismiss Pels from your thinking and never recall him_.
_Not now, Shind. Now you must help me seek through your brother's memories_.
_Very well. I will assist you. But_--
_Now, Shind_.
Then he was there again, moving along aisles of that library, the brother-thing's mind. In it, everything the creature had experienced, from vague pre-birth feelings through present awareness, lay before him. He sought the sad, sore spot he had come upon earlier. Locating it, he drew nearer. Shaken, at the pain-death-fear nightmare-place, he forced himself to bore deep within it. It was a dream Tuv had had earlier, but the preservative quality of the memory made it hang there, like all the others, in the gallery of his agony. It was a corkscrew-twisted blot, with two streamers like writhing legs, the whole penetrated by spark-lines, as from the tail of a green comet; there was a faint lightening near its bottom, featuring a vague, facelike area--suggesting no creature Malacar had ever known--the horrid face-place, lying at that instant between life and death, red tears emerging in all directions therefrom, falling into the blot and beyond, into a faintly silver landscape of crystal or of thin-flamed silver fire. Into the center of this thing, from out his own memory on such matters, Malacar cast the main stat-map of the CL, each sun so faint--like cells in a dying body! The whole took but an instant, and Malacar said, _Now, Shind!_ and heard Morwin scream. But he also heard the jets come alive.