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There had been a question then, and there was still a question now: Whether it had been smart to run away from Fishhook; whether, despite all Godfrey Stone had said, it might not have been the wiser course to stay and take his chances of whatever Fishhook might have had in store.
He sat there and thought about it and he went back to the bright blue room where all had been set in motion. And he saw the room again as if it were only yesterday — better than if it were only yesterday. The alien stars were shining faintly down on this room which had no roof, and the bright blue floor was smooth beneath the rolling of his wheels, and the room was filled with the weird fabricated pieces that might have been furniture or art objects or appliances or almost anything at all.
It all came alive for him as it should not come alive — clear and concise, with no rough edges and nothing blurred, with not a thing put in and not a thing left out.
The Pinkness was sprawling at its ease and it roused and said to him: So you came back again!
And he was really there.
Without machine or body, without any outward trappings, with nothing but his naked mind, Shepherd Blaine had come back to the Pinkness.
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But the Pinkness saw it, or sensed it — or at least it knew that the mind was there.
And to Shepherd Blaine there was no surprise and no alie
Well, the Pinkness said, looking the mind up and down, you make a pretty pair!
And that was it, of course, thought the part of the mind that still was Shepherd Blaine — he, or at least a part of him, perhaps as much as half of him, had come home, indeed. For he was, in some percentage not yet determined, perhaps impossible to determine, a part of the alien he faced. He was Shepherd Blaine, traveler from Earth, and likewise a carbon copy of this thing that dwelt in the bright blue room.
And how are you getting on? the alien asked most affably. As if he didn’t know.
There is just one thing, said Blaine, hurrying to get it in against the time when he might be forced to go from here. There is just one thing. You’ve made us like a mirror. We bounce back at people.
Why, of course, the alien told him. That is the only way to do it. On an alien planet you would need some shielding. You don’t want intelligences prying round in you. So you bounce back their prying. Here at home, of course, there would be no need. . . .
But you don’t understand, protested Blaine. It doesn’t protect us. It attracts attention to us. It almost got us killed.
There is no such thing, the alien told Blaine, gruffly. There is no such thing as killed. There is no such thing as death. It is such a horrid waste. Although I may be wrong. It seems to me that there was a planet, very long ago . . .
One could almost hear him riffling through the dry filing cases of his cluttered memory.
Yes, he said, there was a planet. There were several planets. And it was a shame. I ca
I can assure you, Blaine told him, that on my planet there is death for everything. For every single thing. . . .
For everything?
Well, I can’t be sure. Perhaps . . .
You see, the creature said. Even on your planet it is not universal.
I do not know, said Blaine. It seems to me that I remember there are deathless things.
Normal things, you mean.
Death has a purpose, Blaine persisted. It is a process, a function that has made the development of species and the differentiation of species possible on my planet. It averts the dead end. It is an eraser that wipes out mistakes, that provides for new begi
The Pinkness settled down. You could sense its settling down — smugly, primly getting set for a long and satisfactory exchange of ideas and, perhaps, an argument.
It may be so, it said, but it’s very primitive. It goes back to the ooze. There are better ways. There even is a point where there is no further need of this improvement that you speak of.
But, first of all, he asked, are you satisfied?
Satisfied?
Well, you’re an improved thing yourself. An expanded thing. You are part yourself and you are partly me.
And you are partly me as well.
The Pinkness seemed to chuckle. But there are just the two of you — yourself and me — and I am so many things I ca
Blaine told him how humans measure time.
Hm, now, let’s see, the creature said, doing rapid mental calculation, that would make it about ten thousand of your years ago.
That this creature came to visit you?
That is right, the Pinkness said. You are the first since then. And you came visiting me. You didn’t wait for me to visit you. And you had that machine. . . .
How come, Blaine asked, you had to ask me about our count of time? You had it all. You traded minds with me. You have everything I know.
Of course, the Pinkness mumbled. Of course I had it. But I hadn’t dug it out. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you how cluttered up I am.
And that was true, Blaine thought. Even with just one extra mind, he was cluttered up. He wondered. . . .
Yes, of course, the Pinkness told him. You’ll get it straightened out in time. It takes a little while. You’ll become one mind, not two. You’ll get together. You’ll make a team. You like it this way, don’t you?
It’s been a little rough, this mirror business.
I’m not bent on causing trouble, said the Pinkness. I only do the best I can. So I make mistakes. So I fix it up. I take the mirror off, I cancel it. O.K.?
O.K., said Blaine.
I sit here, said the Pinkness, and I go visiting. Without stirring from this place, I go anyplace I wish and you’d be surprised how few minds I find that I’d care to trade for.
In ten thousand years, however, you’d pick up a lot of them.
Ten thousand years, said the creature, startled. Ten thousand years, my friend, is only yesterday.
He sat there, mumbling, reaching back and back and not reaching the begi
And there are so few of them, he complained, that can handle a second mind. I must be careful of them. There are a lot of them that think they are possessed. Some of these would go insane if I traded with them. You, perhaps, can understand.
Readily, said Blaine.
Come, said the Pinkness, and sit down here beside me.
I’m scarcely, Blaine explained, in a condition to do much sitting.
Oh, yes, I see, the creature said. I should have thought of that. Well, then, move over closer. You came for a visit, I presume.
Naturally, said Blaine, not knowing what to say.
Then, said the creature grimly, leave us start to visit.
Certainly, said Blaine, moving somewhat closer.