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"One of those," Dennis piped up, pointing to one of the machines lining the room's walk.
"Shut up," Frank growled."No, wait-he's right," Susan said. "See? It was a smaller version of that machine; same shape and color pattern." Abruptly, she caught her breath. "They're making a baby dome."
"Uh, excuse me," Charles spoke up into the silence, "but I'm supposed to help with something over across the room."
"Okay," Arthur said, making a quick decision. "Let's do it. You just go ahead and take the lead."
"What?" Frank snapped. "The h.e.l.l with this. Let's just drop the bomb someplace and get outta here."
"What about the other people?" Susan asked.
"h.e.l.l with 'em."
"Absolutely not." Susan's voice left no room for argument. "They're not here of their own free will. We aren't just going to leave them to die."
"Besides which," Arthur said, overriding Frank's comeback, "we've got another little problem here. If that dome's made of the same stuff as the big one, we're going to have to put a bomb inside it if we want to be sure of knocking it out."
"So?"
"Don't be stupider than you have to, Frank," Arthur snapped, suddenly tired of him. "We also need a bomb out here... and we only have one. So until we come up with an idea, we've got to stay as inconspicuous as possible."
They reached the target machine a minute later, and their first close look at the human workers elicited gasps from Susan and Dennis and a curse from Frank.
Two of the four people working over the machine looked like refugees of the n.a.z.i starvation camps: gaunt and pallid, with thin arms and sunken cheeks. The other two weren't in much better shape.
"Colonel Lee said some of the people had been in here since the dome appeared," Susan said in a choked voice. "That's nearly twelve days ago."
"Maybe the dome doesn't know enough to feed them," Arthur suggested, feeling slightly sickened. "Still... I suppose that's good, in a way. It means the dome can't read minds."
"Arthur, we've got to get this over with as soon as possible," Susan said.
"These people need medical attention right away."
"If you can suggest a way to make one bomb into two," Arthur grunted, "I'd be happy to do so.""Well, why don't you just find one of the agents Colonel Lee said had come in and take his bomb?"
There was a short pause. "That's easy to say," Frank grumbled, sounding impressed in spite of himself. "But how are we gonna find any of 'em in this crowd?"
"h.e.l.l be wearing street clothing, for one thing," Susan pointed out. "At least half these people are in pajamas and nightgowns. We could just... well, frisk all the possibilities."
"Let's try just looking at their clothing to start with," Arthur suggested.
"Everyone here's lost a lot of weight, and their clothes are hanging unnaturally.
Check for any extra bulges or the kind of wrinkle lines you get with something heavy in your pocket."
The casual stroll around the room took several minutes, and it was Dennis who spotted it first. "Over there!" he bubbled excitedly. "Under his arm-see? I found him!"
"Looks like it, awright," Frank said. "Lemme get it-he might put up a fight."
"Frank!" Susan snapped. "Don't you dare-"
"He'll do what he has to, Susan," Arthur cut in brusquely. "Frank has a job to do here, just like the rest of us. Let's do it." Without waiting for comments he headed toward the other man, pleased with his last speech. All good leaders, he knew, should know how to be eloquent when necessary.
As it turned out, both his speech and Susan's fears were for nothing. The agent kept at his job, offering no resistance as Frank lifted his coat and relieved him of the innocent-looking black box.
"Half-hour delay," Frank muttered, peering at the lettering by the uncrimped metal tube that held the bomb's chemical fuse. "Not any better than ours."
"Yeah," Arthur agreed. "Well... let's get ours put together. Then we'll figure out how to get one into the little dome-yes, Charles, what is it?"
"I've got to get back," Charles said, a hint of desperation sounding clearly in his voice. "I've got work to do-back at my machine-"
"Hey, hey, hey-don't go nuts on us now." Arthur thought quickly. "Frank, give me a hand here-we've got to hang onto him. Susan, get that bomb a.s.sembled, p.r.o.nto. Charles, you just try to relax-or struggle, if that makes you feel any better."
"I'm... trying... to fight it," Charles whispered. "It's... strong....""Susan!" Arthur snapped. "Hurry up."
"Almost done," Susan said, an island of calm in the tension. "We still haven't figured out how we're going to get these people out of here, though."
"Forget... 'em," Frank managed.
"Is Charles sick again?" Dennis spoke up timidly.
"He'll be all right," Susan soothed. "The machines in the dome are trying to make him do something he doesn't want to do."
"Can't you make them stop?"
"I'm afraid-Dennis, that's it!" Susan interrupted herself abruptly. "Arthur- all we have to do is to find and shut off whatever machine's doing this to Charles and the others. In fact, we don't really have to destroy anything else."
"The h.e.l.l we don't." Without warning, Frank s.n.a.t.c.hed a nutcrackerlike tool from a man at a nearby machine. Before any of the others could act, he'd crimped the fuses on both bombs.
"Frank!" Arthur all but bellowed. "Why did you do that?"
" 'Cause we can't hold onto Charles forever," the other snarled. "What if he gets loose and gets all of us killed? I sure as h.e.l.l wanna take this d.a.m.n dome with me when I go."
"Frank, when are you going to stop thinking with your fists?" Susan groaned, her anger already turned to resignation. "Why must you always put things in terms of fighting?"
"Are we gonna plant these or not?" Frank asked impatiently, ignoring her.
"Of course we are," Arthur said. "There-that group heading toward the little dome. We'll put one of the bombs on top of that console they're carrying and make sure none of them tosses it off. The other one can be put down anywhere out here."
If the group of workers so much as noticed Frank adding the flat box to their burden, they gave no sign. Disappearing into the small dome, they emerged a few minutes later empty-handed. Frank didn't wait for further instructions, but simply shoved the second bomb under the nearest machine.
"Now," Arthur said, trying not to show his tension, "we've got just twenty- five minutes to find that hypnosis machine and get out of here." He took a long, sweeping look around the room, and for the first time the enormity of that task hit him. There were literally hundreds of instruments lining the walls, not even counting the freestanding ones scattered around.How were they going to find the right one?
"This is ridiculous," Frank said. "What're we supposed to do, smash everything in sight?"
"No," Charles gasped. "It's easier than that."
"What is it, Charles?" Arthur asked, suddenly alert. Charles, after all, had a sort of inside track here. "You know which one it is?"
"No. But-" He halted, as if having to fight out the words. "The people here...
building and... and fixing things. We're not... working like we're... supposed to."
And suddenly Arthur understood. "Aha! Got it!" He scanned the room again, and this time he saw it. "Over there, on the wall-that gadget with eight people working on it. Let's go."
"But how do you know that's the right one?" Susan asked.
"Because no one was working over there when we first came in."
"Huh?" Frank asked.
"It's really very simple." Arthur grinned tightly. "We're not doing what we're supposed to; therefore, the hypnosis gadget must have developed a fault-and therefore, the dome's started getting people over there to try and fix it."
The workers had the instrument's cover off by the time Frank began shoving through the group. For the first time there was resistance to his advance, as if the dome had belatedly recognized the magnitude of the threat and was trying to counter it. But long starvation had left far too little strength to the men, and Frank brushed them aside as if they were children. Seizing the heaviest tool within reach, he began flailing about at the exposed circuitry. His first three blows seemed to have no effect; but at the fourth- "That's it!" Charles shouted.
And all around the room activity suddenly ceased, replaced by an equally abrupt babble as all the frustration and terror of the past days found release in newly loosened tongues. But Charles was ready, and before the noise had time to reach panic levels, he filled his lungs and bellowed, "Everybody get out of here now! This dome will blow up in less than twenty minutes. The door's in that direction; move!"
Perhaps the time under hypnosis had left a residual susceptibility to orders, or perhaps getting out simply struck them all as the smart thing to do. But whatever the reason, they obeyed without question or complaint. It wasn't easy-in the absence of artificial compulsion, the physical drain of their ordeal abruptly appeared. But with a lot of mutual support, they kept moving."I don't suppose there's any way to disarm the bombs," Susan said wistfully.
"I mean, now that there's no reason to destroy all of this..."
"No reason, my eye," Charles snorted. "You never felt how strong that hypnosis machine was. If anyone got ahold of it and figured out how to make it work again-"
"Would it hurt people?" Dennis asked.
"Very much," Susan sighed. "You're probably right, Charles. Let's just get out of here, then."
There was less than a minute to go on the fuses when they reached the first row of buildings, the point at which Charles had earlier gotten his first glimpse of the dome. "It was a lot more colorful before," he commented to no one in particular as he turned for one final look. "Must have been part of the hypnosis."
"Can we stay here and watch the bang?" Dennis asked eagerly.
"Probably won't be much to see," Charles told him. "The dome will contain most of the explosion, and anything that leaks out the door probably won't be very bright."
"Aw, what the h.e.l.l," Frank said, to everyone's surprise. "Let's let the kid have a look."
"I thought you didn't like Dennis, Frank," Susan said.
"Naw, he's okay. And-look, he did his share, right?"
"Sure," Charles said. "Okay, we'll stay."
The seconds ticked by. "Even if we don't see anything, we ought to feel the ground shake when they go off," Arthur remarked, talking to cover up his nervousness. He had led them through the critical part of the mission; he alone was responsible for success or failure. And if-somehow-this didn't work, no one would ever let him be a leader again.
"Oh, I'm sure we'll see something," Susan a.s.sured him.
As it turned out, she and Charles had both rather underestimated things.
This hospital, he decided early on, was much nicer than the other one. Not only was the bed more comfortable, with no lumps or straps, but the nurses were friendlier and more attentive. His eyes still hurt a little beneath their bandages and the perpetual darkness was sometimes scary, but Dr. Housman and the others a.s.sured him he would be all right. Best of all, there were none of the horrible sounds of the other hospital here; no one laughed or cried or gurgled. He slept a great deal now, and nightmares were no longer commonplace.
"Charles?" a familiar voice asked softly. "Are you awake?"
"h.e.l.lo, Colonel Lee," he said. "I didn't hear you come in."
There was the sound of a chair being pulled over to his bed. "I thought I'd drop by and let you know that all of the people you got out of the dome are off the critical list now, though most are still pretty weak."
"Glad to hear it. You ever figure out what went wrong that the dome needed them?"
"Only indirectly-you didn't leave us a whole lot to study, you know. But a couple of the others told us they saw a bunch of things that looked like robots lying around one of the outer corridors. Best guess is that the dome had an accident and lost control of its automated workers. Whether recruitment of native help was already programmed in or whether the dome was smart enough to develop the hypnosis field from scratch we'll probably never know."
"So it really wasn't a threat, after all."
Lee must have heard the regret in his voice. "We don't know that. It's quite possible that it intended to cover the whole globe with copies of itself. And even if it wasn't deliberately threatening us, the people inside would have started dying very soon. Who knows how big the field would have become, or how many people would have been sucked in to die? No, Charles, you did the right thing. Now, I'm going to leave and let you rest, but I want you to hurry up and get well. The president is anxious to meet you-" he paused dramatically-"at the White House ceremony where you'll be getting the Medal of Freedom."
Charles tried to find the right words; finally gave up. "Thank you," he said.
"You earned it. All of you did." A hand briefly gripped his shoulder. "I'll drop back in next week, after the bandages are off your eyes. Good-bye for now."
Charles heard him walk to the door and open it. Another voice greeted Colonel Lee as he stepped into the corridor: Dr. Housman's, Charles recognized it.
For a moment the two men talked by the open door; and while the conversation was obviously meant to be private, Charles had always had exceptional hearing.
"How's he doing?" Lee asked.
"Better than our best predictions, I'm delighted to say. That new hypnotic technique for intrapsyche communication was very helpful, but I personally think the success of his mission played a bigger role. Low self-esteem, you see, is often at the root of these really chronic cases. Eliminate that problem and you're halfway home."
"So who did I just talk to? I mean, who's where now?""The Susan and Dennis fragments have been completely integrated into the main Charles personality. Arthur and Frank are still separate-especially Frank; Charles still has a great deal of suppressed anger within him-but both are moving toward integration. I give them a month, maybe less. If you've got a few minutes I can show you the progress charts."
The voices faded as the two men moved away down the hall. "A month,"
Charles whispered to himself, savoring the sound of the words. One month... and he would have his dream.
He would be whole.
Afterword.
This was another story whose original (unsalable) version refused to stay banished in my reject files-not for any particular philosophical reasons, but because it was such a neat little sinking curve ball to throw at the unsuspecting reader. The nicest thing about it was that every bit of dialogue was perfectly fair and legal, owing entirely to the often annoying fact that in English "you" can be either singular or plural.
And yet, even in what's essentially a gimmick story, I find myself growing to like my characters. I hope Charles made it; he certainly deserved to.
The Final Report on the Lifeline Experiment