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"All right," I said, settling back onto a perch and bracing one foot against an ornamental projection.
"I've brought you something," I said, passing him the package.
"Why, thank you. Most unexpected. A surprise ... It gurgles, Fred."
"So it does."
He peeled away the paper.
"Indeed! I can't make out the label, so I had better sample it."
I watched the big clock on the tower.
After a moment, "Fred!" he said. "I've never tasted the like! What is it?"
"The stereoisomer of a common bourbon," I said. "I was permitted to run a few bottles through the Rhe
"I see. Yes ... What is the occasion?"
"The stars have run their fiery courses to their proper places, positioned with elegant cu
He nodded.
"Beautifully stated," he said. "But what do you mean?"
"To begin with a departure, I have graduated."
"I am sorry to hear that. I was begi
"So was I. But they did. I am now working for the State Department or the United Nations, depending on how one looks at these matters."
"What sort of position is it?"
"That is what I am thinking about at the moment. You see, I have a choice."
He took another sip and passed me the bottle.
"Always an awesome moment," he reflected. "Here."
I nodded. I took a sip.
"Which is why I wanted to talk with you before I made it."
"Always an awesome responsibility," he said, recovering the bottle. "Why me?"
"Some time ago, when I was being tormented in the desert," I said, "I thought about the many advisers I have had. It only recently occurred to me what made some of them better than others. The best ones, I see now, were those who did not try to force me to go the prescribed routes. They did not simply sign my card either, though. They always talked to me for a time. Not the usual sort of thing. They never counseled me in the direct ma
"It was never intentional ... " he said.
"Exactly. That was the best way to do it in my case. The only way, probably. You have shown me things that have helped me. Often. Now I am thinking particularly of our recent conversation, back on campus, right before you retired."
"I remember it well."
I lit a cigarette.
"The entire situation is rather difficult to explain," I said. "I will try to simplify it: The star-stone, that alien artifact we have on loan, is sentient. It was created by a now extinct race somewhat similar to our own. It was located among the ruins of their civilization ages after its passing, and no one recognized it for what it was. This is not especially strange, because there was nothing to distinguish it as the Speicus referred to in some of the writings which survived and were subsequently translated. It was assumed that the references indicated some sort of investigating committee or some process or program employed in the gathering and evaluation of information in the area of the social sciences. But it was the star-stone they were talking about. To function properly, it requires a host built along our lines. It exists then as a symbiote within that creature, obtaining data by means of that being's nervous system as it goes about its business. It operates on this material as something of a sociological computer. In return for this, it keeps its host in good repair indefinitely. On request, it provides analyses of anything it has encountered directly or peripherally, along with reliability figures, unbiased because it is uniquely alien to all life forms, yet creature-oriented because of the nature of the input mechanism. It prefers a mobile host with a fact-filled head."
"Fascinating. How did you learn all this?"
"By accident, I partially activated it. It got inside me then and persuaded me to bring it to full function. Which I did. In the process, however, I rendered myself incapable of all but the most rudimentary communication with it. Later, it was removed and I was returned to normal. It is currently functioning, though, and telepathic analysts are capable of conversing with it. Now, both the galactic Council and the United Nations would like to see it employed once more. What has been proposed is that it continue as a special item in the kula chain setup, providing each world it visits with a full report on itself. Moving on, over the years, across the generations, this base would be broadened. Eventually, it would be able to supply the Council with reports encompassing whole sectors of the civilized galaxy. It is a living data processor, mildly telepathic-for it has been absorbing bits and pieces over the centuries it has been circulating, so that it knew to advise me on the Galactic Code and knew of the function of a certain machine. It represents a unique combination of objectivity and empathy, and because of this its reports should be of more than a little value."
"I begin to see the situation," he said.
"Yes. Speicus seems to have taken a liking to me, wants me to do the honors."
"An enormous opportunity."
"True. If I decline, though, I will still get to study many of these things as an alien culture specialist right here on earth."
"Why should you settle for that when you can have the other?"
"I got to thinking about the petty pace, then the acceleration. A while ago we were there, now we are here. Everything in between is a bit unreal-the time between the tops of our towers. Up here, looking down, looking back, I notice for the first time that my towertops are coming closer and closer together. There is a noticeable increase in the tempo of time and the times. Everything down there, between, grows more and more frantic, absurd. You told me that when I finally thought of it I should remember the brandy."
"Yes, I did. Here."
I disposed of my cigarette. I remembered the brandy, drank to it.
"If the distance were not so great you could spit into the face of Time," he observed as I passed it back. "Yes, I did say all that, and it was true at the time. For me."
"And where is it taking us?" I said. "To the top of a particularly tricky spire which we already know to have been long occupied by others. They consider us a developing world, you know-primitive, barbaric. They are most likely right, too. Let's face it. We've been beaten to the top. If I take the job, I will be more of a display item than Speicus."
"Speaking statistically," he said, "it was unlikely that we would be at the top of the heap, just as it is also unlikely that we are at the bottom. I believed everything that I said when I said it and some of it still. But you must remember the circumstances. I was speaking from the end of a career, not the begi