Battlefield Earth

Tired, glad to be out of the rain, they sat around in the huge chairs of the Psychlo recreation hall. Jo

“We better get to work,” said Jo

They had been working. What did you call what they'd been doing if not working? Robert the Fox shook his head. Angus looked at his hands, bruised by wielding heavy torches and twisting open oversized locks. Du

“Well,” said Jo

that.”

All right. But then what-

“We're here,” said Jo

The devil with the Chamcos. They were just Psychlos and they'd tried to kill Jo

So Jo

He told them that they did not know whether or not Psychlo was still there as a functioning planet. He told them about the Galactic Bank note and all the races listed on it, and he remembered he had one and passed it around.

They realized what he was saying. Earth was wide open to counterattack. If the Psychlo planet were still there, it would eventually counterattack with new gas drones. And these other races possibly had means of reaching Earth swiftly. And when they found there were no Psychlo defenses here, they could slaughter the place if they had a mind to.

The only way to find out was to rebuild the teleportation shipment rig and get it cracking. But the Psychlos put on the project had attacked him when he questioned them on that subject. They got it. They also got the fact that no other group or organization was working to handle these problems or the defenses of the planet.

“Which elects us,” Jo

They agreed.

“So, Angus, I want you to set up that machine they said you used on me to feel that steel splinter. And we're going to set it up and start looking in Psychlo heads! If we find something and if one of those Psychlos that are still alive can be operated on, we will have somebody we can make rebuild the teleportation rig and we're in! We can cast picto-recorders out and look at Psychlo and we can look at these other civilizations and then we'll know where we are. Right now we're listing in the cloud layers with no direction but down. Without knowing, I think we're dead men.”

“We have all their mathematics and texts on teleportation," said Angus.

"I’ve seen them, man. I’ve even held them in my hands!”

“But you haven't made any sense out of them,” said Jo

“Tell me, Jo

“When I was lying around trying to get back the use of my hand and arm,” said Jo

They didn't know.

“Way back when man had hospitals and lots of surgeons and engineers,” said Jo

“What a disgusting experiment,” said Robert the Fox.

“They had an idea,” said Jo

The Coordinator translated for Colonel Ivan. He said there was a myth that that had been tried– controlling whole populations– in Russia, and nobody liked it.

“I don't know they ever succeeded,” said Jo

“Maybe they were just withholding information,” said Robert the Fox.

“They-”

“They committed suicide two days later,” said Jo

The group buzzed to each other and got their wits around it.

“So I am guessing that Psychlos, when they are babies,” said Jo

MacKendrick and Angus were very interested now.

“So that's what we've been doing,” said Robert the Fox.

Angus went to their ship to assemble the device. MacKendrick went to a dormitory section to set up tables. Du

If Jo

The planet was wide open to counterattack.

Robert the Fox went out and got an antiplane battery ma

Chapter 8

“Who are you?” said Terl. He had no trouble at all in seeing the figure who stood in the shadow of the post. It was a brilliantly clear, moonlit night, so bright that even the snow-capped peaks of the Rockies gleamed.

Lars Thorenson had brought the newcomer down to the cage at senior Councilman Staffor's request. Lars had totally flunked out of pilot training after trying a “combat maneuver” so impossible that it crashed him, wiped out a plane, and cracked his neck. He had been appointed “language assistant” to the Council. The plaster cast collar he was wearing did not interfere with his talking. He had been told to bring the newcomer down to the cage, turn off the electricity, hand in a mine radio, give the newcomer another mine radio, and then with no mine radio of his own withdraw. Lars was very punctilious about his duties– he had accepted the appointment on the condition that he could now also spread fascism among the tribes, which made both him and his father very happy. This newcomer had really stunk up the ground car! Suddenly Lars remembered he was also to tell the cadet on guard duty to go elsewhere, so he rushed off to find him and tell him just that.

Terl looked at this newcomer, hoping his contempt for the animal wouldn't show through his face mask or sound in his voice. He knew all about General Snith of the Brigantes. As security officer, war officer, and political officer of this planet, he was very well informed about this band. Like all security officers before him, Terl had accepted the situation of a human group in a rainy forest who couldn't be reached or observed and who had developed a symbiotic relationship with the Psychlos. The Brigantes had kept all other races wiped out and had delivered hundreds of thousands of Bantu and Pygmies to the branch minesite. The only attraction that place had was that you could occasionally buy a human creature to torture. Yes, Terl not only knew all about them but he had personally engineered their transport over here.