The Dosadi Experiment

He blinked.  Her quick, slashing analysis was devastating.

She peered at him.

"McKie, what can you do here without me?  Don't you know yet that the ones who sent you intended you to die here?"

"Or survive in my own peculiar way."

She considered this.  It was another idea about McKie which she had put aside for later evaluation.  Indeed, he might well have hidden talents which her questions had not yet exposed.  What a

"McKie, I hold a great deal of power among the Humans and even among some Gowachin in the Warrens - and elsewhere.  To do this, I must maintain certain fighting forces, including those who fight with physical weapons."

He nodded.  Her tone was that of lecturing to a child, but he accepted this, recognizing the care she took with him.

"We will go first," she said, "to a nearby training area where we maintain the necessary edge on one of my forces."

Turning, she led him out into the hall and down a stairway which avoided the room of the cage.  McKie was reminded of Pcharky, though, thinking about that gigantic expenditure of space with its strange e occupant.

"Why do you keep Pcharky caged?" he asked, addressing Jedrik's back.

"So I can escape."

She refused to elaborate on this odd answer.

Presently, they emerged into a courtyard nestled into the solid walls of towering buildings.  Only a small square of sky was visible directly overhead and far away.  Artificial lighting from tubes along the walls provided an adequate illumination.  It revealed two squads facing each other in the center of the courtyard.  They were Humans, both male and female; all carried weapons:  a tube of some sort with a wandlike protrusion from the end near their bodies.  Several other Humans stood at observation positions around the two squads.  There was a guard station with a desk at the door through which McKie and Jedrik had emerged.

"That's an assault force," Jedrik said, indicating the squads in the courtyard.  She turned and consulted with the two young men at the guard station.

McKie made a rough count of the squads:  about two hundred.  It was obvious that everything had stopped because of Jedrik's presence.  He thought the force was composed of striplings barely blooded in Dosadi's cruel necessities.  This forced him to a reevaluation of his own capabilities.

From Jedrik's ma

The training area was another matter.  It bore a depressing similarity to other such facilities he'd seen in the backwaters of the ConSentiency.  War games were a constant lure among several species, a lure which BuSab had managed thus far to cha

Through the omnipresent stink, McKie smelled the faint aroma of cooking.  He sniffed.

Turning to him, Jedrik spoke:

"The trainees have just been fed.  That's part of their pay."

It was as though she'd read his mind, and now she watched him for some reaction.

McKie glanced around the training area.  They'd just been fed here?  There wasn't a scrap or crumb on the ground.  He thought back to the restaurant, belatedly aware of a fastidious care with food that he'd seen and passed right over.

Again, Jedrik demonstrated the ease with which she read his reactions, his very thoughts.

"Nothing wasted," she said.

She turned away.

McKie looked where her attention went.  Four women stood at the far side of the courtyard, weapons in their hands.  Abruptly, McKie focused on the woman to the left, a competent-looking female of middle years.  She was carrying a . . . it couldn't be, but . . .Jedrik headed across the courtyard toward the woman.  McKie followed, peered closely at the woman's weapon.  It was an enlarged version of the pentrate from his kit!  Jedrik spoke briefly to the woman.

"Is that the new one?"

"Yes.  Stiggy brought it up this morning."

"Useful?"

"We think so.  It focuses the explosion with somewhat more concentration than our equipment."

"Good. Carry on."

There were more training cadre near the wall behind the women.  One, an older man with one arm, tried to catch Jedrik's attention as she led McKie toward a nearby door.

"Could you tell us when we . . ."

"Not now."

In the passage beyond the door, Jedrik turned and confronted McKie.

"Your impressions of our training?  Quick!"

"Not sufficiently versatile."

She'd obviously probed for his most instinctive reaction, demanding the gut response unmonitored by reason.  The answer brought a glowering expression to her face, an emotional candor which he was not to appreciate until much later.  Presently, she nodded.

"They are a commando.  More functions of a commando should be interchangeable.  Wait here."

She returned to the training area.  McKie, watching through the open door, saw her speak to the woman with the pentrate.  When Jedrik returned, she nodded to McKie with an expression of approval.

"Anything else?"

"They're awfully damned young.  You should have a few seasoned officers among them to put a rein on dangerous impetuosity."

"Yes, I've already set that in motion.  Hereafter, McKie, I want you to come out with me every morning for about an hour.  Watch the training, but don't interfere.  Report your reactions to me."

He nodded.  Clearly, she considered him useful and that was a step in the right direction.  But it was an idiotic assignment.  These violent infants possessed weapons which could make Dosadi uninhabitable.  There was an atavistic excitement in the situation, though.  He couldn't deny that.  Something in the Human psyche responded to mass violence - really, to violence of any sort.  It was related to Human sexuality, an ancient stirring from the most primitive times.

Jedrik was moving on, however.

"Stay close."

They were climbing an inside stairway now and McKie, hurrying to keep up, found his thoughts locked on that pentrate in the hands of one of Jedrik's people.  The speed with which they'd copied and enlarged it dazzled him.  It was another demonstration of why Aritch feared Dosadi.

At the top of the stairs, Jedrik rapped briefly at a door.  A male voice said, "Come in."

The door swung open, and McKie found himself presently in a small, unoccupied room with an open portal at the far wall into what appeared to be a larger, well-lighted area.  Voices speaking so softly as to be unintelligible came from there.  A low table and five cramped chairs occupied the small room.  There were no windows, but a frosted overhead fixture provided shadowless illumination.  A large sheet of paper with colored graph lines on it covered the low table.

A swish of fabric brought McKie's attention to the open portal.  A short, slender woman in a white smock, grey hair, and the dark, penetrating stare of someone accustomed to command entered, followed by a slightly taller man in the same white.  He looked older than the woman, except his hair remained a lustrous black.  His eyes, too, held that air of command.  The woman spoke.

"Excuse the delay, Jedrik.  We've been changing the summation.  There's now no point where Broey can anticipate and change the transition from riots to full-scale warfare."