Masters Of The Vortex Part 17

'We might as well, I guess ... I'm as ready as I ever will be ... I'll try, but...'

'Please do, Master," came Nadine's quiet, composed thought, in a vein completely foreign to her usual att.i.tude of self-sufficient aloofness. 'I have been observing; studying with awe and with wonder. If you will so deign, revered Master, come fully into my mind.'

'Deign?' Cloud demanded. 'What kind of a thought is that Nadine, from you to me?'

'Deign,' Nadine repeated, firmly. Deeply moved, she was feeling and sending a solemnity of respect Cloud had never before experienced. 'My powers are ordinary, since I am of Type One. The two greatest Masters of Manarka are Fives, and have been the greatest Masters of the past. This is the first time I have ever encountered a mind of a type higher than Five. Come in, sir, I plead."

Cloud went in, and his first flash of comparison was that it was like diving into the pellucid depths of a clean, cool, utterly transparent mountain lake. This mind was so so different from Joan's! Joan's was rich, warmly sympathetic, tender and emphatic, yet it was full of dark corners, secret nooks, recesses, and automatic blocks ... Huh? He had thought her mind as open as a book, but it wasn't ... On the other hand, Nadine's was wide open by nature. It was cool, poised-although at the moment uncomfortably worshipful-and utterly, different from Joan's! Joan's was rich, warmly sympathetic, tender and emphatic, yet it was full of dark corners, secret nooks, recesses, and automatic blocks ... Huh? He had thought her mind as open as a book, but it wasn't ... On the other hand, Nadine's was wide open by nature. It was cool, poised-although at the moment uncomfortably worshipful-and utterly, shockingly shockingly open! open!

His second thought was that Joan was no longer with him. She was there, in a sense, but outside, outside, some way; she wasn't in Nadine's mind the way he was. some way; she wasn't in Nadine's mind the way he was.

'I'll say I'm not!' Joan agreed, fervently. 'Thank G.o.d! I don't know what you did or how you did it, but when you went in you peeled me off like the skin of a banana, and I was clinging like a leech, too. I'm on the outside, looking in. Did you see how he did it, Nadine?'

'No, but since I am only a One, such insight would not be expected. I have called the Fives, and they come.'

'We are here.' The close-linked minds linked themselves with the two already so closely linked. Each of the two visitors was 175.

grave, kindly, and old with an appalling weight of years; each mind bore an appalling freight of knowledge both mundane and esoteric. 'We are here, fellow Master of Thought, to be of aid to you in the clarification of your newly-awakened mind, to the end that, in a future time, your superior powers will a.s.sist us along Paths of Truth which we could not otherwise traverse.'

'Will you please tell me what this is all about?' Cloud asked. 'Starting at the beginning and using words of as few syllables as possible?'

'Gladly. It has been known for some time that Janowick is Type Three. Self-developed, partially developed, under-developed, struggling against she knew not what, but still a Three. Now Threes as such, while eminently noteworthy, are by no means phenomenal. There are some hundreds of Threes now alive. Being noteworthy, she has been watched. In time she would have completed her development and would have taken her rightful place in the School of Thought.

'You, however, have been a complete enigma to our most penetrant minds. Since no mind of lower type than Three can be an instantaneous calculator, it was clear that you were, basically, at least a Three. However, unlike other Threes, you did nothing whatever to develop the latent, potential abilities of whatever type you might be. Instead and excepting only the small and unimportant item of computation, you used the tremendous powers of your mind, not for any constructive purpose whatever, but only for the application of such rigid controls and suppressions that all the tremendous abilities you should have shown remained completely dormant and inert.

'Nor could we do anything about it. We tried, but you have blocks that not even the full power of two linked Fives can crack; which fact showed that you are of a type higher than Five. We were about to come to you in person, to plead with you, when you met Three Janowick and opened to her your hitherto impregnably-sealed inner mind. She does not know, and you do not know, what you jointly did; which was, in effect, to break and to dissolve the bindings which had been shackling both your minds. That brings us to the present. It has now become clear that you have been Called.'

'Called?' Cloud winced, physically and mentally. No man likes to be reminded that he failed Lensman's Exam. 'You're wrong. I didn't make even the first round.'

'We did not mean the Call of the Lens. There are many Calls, of which that is only one. Nor is it the highest, as we have just discovered, in certain little-known aspects of that vast thing we call the mind. For, to the best of our knowledge, no Lensman of the present or of the past is or was of a type higher than Five. The exact nature of your Call is as yet obscure.'

'I'd like to buy that, but I'm afraid it's ...' Cloud paused. Until he'd met Joan, he'd supposed his mind ordinary enough. Since then, however ... all those extra barrels ...

'Exactly. We are specialists of the mind, young man. We perceive your mind, not as it is, but as it should be and will be. It should have and will have a penetrance, a range, a flexibility of directive force, and, above all, a scope of heights and depths we have never encountered before. It is eminently clear that you, and, very probably, Three Janowick as well, have been developed each for some specific Purpose in the Great Scheme of Things.'

'A Purpose?' Purpose?' Cloud demanded. Cloud demanded. 'What 'What purpose? What could /do? What could both of us together do?' purpose? What could /do? What could both of us together do?'

'We can not surely know.'

'Does that mean that you can make a well-informed guess? If so, let's have it.'

'There is a very high probability that Three Janowick was developed specifically to develop you; to pierce and to dissolve those hampering barriers which were amenable to no other force. Concerning you, there are several possibilities, none of which have any very high degree of probability, since you are unique. The one we prefer at the moment is that you are to become the greatest living Master of Thought; the Prime Expounder of the Truth. But that is of no importance now, since in due time it will be revealed. Of present import is the fact that both your minds are confused, cloudy, and disorderly. We offer our services in reorienting and ordering them.'

'We'd like that very much; but first, if I am going to develop into a mental giant of some kind-frankly, I have my doubts- why did it wait this long to show up?'

'The answer to that question is plain and simple. There is a time for everything, and everything that happens does so in its exact time. Let us to work.'

They worked, and when it was done: 'We would like to dwell with you for long,' the ancient Fives 176.

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said, 'but the time for such a boon will not come until you are much emptier of cares and much fuller of years.'

The Fives split apart. 'How do you type this new Master, brother? A full Six, I say.' 'A full Six he is, brother, beyond doubt.' They fused. 'In a time to come, Six Cloud, we will, with your help and under your guidance, explore many and many a Path of Truth which without you would remain closed. But we observe that there is about to arrive a message which is to you of some present concern. Until a day, then.'

The Fives disappeared as suddenly as they had come, and Cloud began to test and exercise the new capabilities of his mind; in much the same fashion as that in which a good belly-dancer exercises and trains each individual muscle of her torso. 'But what ... I didn't ... How did they ,.. ?' Joan shook her head violently and started all over again. 'What did they do do to us, Storm?' to us, Storm?'

'I don't know. It was over my head like a lunar dome. But it-whatever it was-was exactly what the doctor ordered. I can handle all those extra barrels now like van-Buskirk handles a s.p.a.ce-axe. How about you?'

'Me, too-I think.' She hugged his arm. 'It shocked me speechless for a minute, but it's all settling into place fast ... But that message? They could get it from your mind that you expected that fine-tooth pretty soon, but how could they know it's coming in right now? We don't-in fact, we know it can't can't get here for a good ten minutes yet.' get here for a good ten minutes yet.'

'I wish I knew. I'd like to think they were bluffing, but I know they weren't.'

'Hi Storm and Joan!' Philip Strong's face appeared upon a screen, his voice came from a speaker. 'The Survey ship has just reported. Technical dope is still coming in. Communications is buzzing you a tape of the whole thing, but to save time I thought I'd call you and give you the gist. To make it short and unsweet, there's nothing there.'

'Nothing there!'

'Nothing for you. They gave it the works, and all there is to that sytem, Cahuita, they call it, is one red dwarf with one red microdwarf circling it planetwise.'

'Huh?' Cloud demanded. 'Come again, chief.'

'How could a micro-sun like that exist?' Strong laughed. 'That had me bothered, too, but they've got a lot of cosmological double-talk to cover it. It's terrifically radioactive, they say. And even so, it's temporary. In the cosmological sense, that is; a hundred million years or so either way don't matter.'

'No solid planets at all? Not even one?'

'Not one. Nothing really liquid, even. Incandescent, very highly radioactive gas. Nothing solid bigger than your thumb within twelve pa.r.s.ecs.'

'And so it never has been solid, and won't be for millions of years ... Oh, d.a.m.n! d.a.m.n! Well, thanks, chief, a lot.' Well, thanks, chief, a lot.'

Then, as the Lensman signed off: 'Joan, that puts us deeper in the dark than ever. We had twice too many unknowns and only half enough knowns before, and this really tears it. Well, it was a very nice theory while it lasted.'

'It's still still a very nice theory, Storm.' a very nice theory, Storm.'

'Huh? How do you figure that?'

'I don't have to figure it. Listen! First, that point is significant, with a probability greater than point nine nine nine. Second, no other point in s.p.a.ce has a probability as great as point zero zero one. Whoever or whatever was-is-there, the Survey ship missed. We've got to go there ourslves, Storm. We simply must.' must.'

' "Was" is probably right. Whatever used to be there is gone ... but that doesn't make sense, either ... that planet has "Was" is probably right. Whatever used to be there is gone ... but that doesn't make sense, either ... that planet has never never been solid, Joan ...' Cloud got up and began to pace the floor. 'Dammit, Joan, been solid, Joan ...' Cloud got up and began to pace the floor. 'Dammit, Joan, nothing nothing can live on a planet like that.' can live on a planet like that.'

'Life as we know it, no.'

'What do you mean by that?'

'Only that I am trying to keep an open mind. We simply haven't enough data.'

'Do you think you and I have got jets enough to find data that the Patrol's best experts missed?'

'I don't know. All I am sure of, Doctor Neal Cloud, is this: If we don't don't go, we'll both wish we had, to the day we die.' go, we'll both wish we had, to the day we die.'

'You're probably right ... but I haven't got a glimmering of an idea as to what we're going to look for.'

'I don't know whether I have or not, but we've simply got got to go. Even if we don't find anything, we will at least have tried. Besides, your most pressing work is done, so you can take the time ... and besides that... well, something those Fives said is to go. Even if we don't find anything, we will at least have tried. Besides, your most pressing work is done, so you can take the time ... and besides that... well, something those Fives said is 178.

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'That my Purpose in Life is to go solve the mystery of the Red Dwarf and its Enigmatic Microcompanion?' he gibed. 'Hardly. Furthermore, the coincidence of the Fives getting here just one jump ahead of the fine-tooth is much-very much- too coincidental.' much- too coincidental.'

Joan caught her breath and, if possible, paled whiter than before. 'You may think think you're joking, Storm, but you aren't. That's one of the things that are scaring me witless. You see, if I learned anything at all in my quite-a-few years of semantics, philosophy, and logic, it was that coincidence has no more reality than paradox has. Both are completely meaningless terms. Neither does or can exist.' you're joking, Storm, but you aren't. That's one of the things that are scaring me witless. You see, if I learned anything at all in my quite-a-few years of semantics, philosophy, and logic, it was that coincidence has no more reality than paradox has. Both are completely meaningless terms. Neither does or can exist.'

Cloud paled, then. 'You believe that is is my purpose in life?' he demanded. my purpose in life?' he demanded.

'Now it's you who are extrapolating.' Joan laughed, albeit shakily. 'To quote you, "I merely stated a fact", et cetera.'

'Facts hurt, when they hit as hard as that one did.' Cloud paced about, immersed in thought, for minutes.

'I can't find any point of attack,' he said, finally. 'No foothold. No finger-hold, even. But what you just said rocked me to the foundations ... you said, a while back, that you believe in G.o.d.'

'I do. So do you, Storm.'

'Yes ... after a fashion ... yes, I do ... Well, anyway, now I know what to tell Ross.'

He called the captain and issued instructions. The Vortex Blaster II Vortex Blaster II darted away at full touring blast. darted away at full touring blast.

'Now what?' Cloud asked.

'We practise.'

'Practise what?'

'How should I know? Everything, I guess. Oh, no, the Fives emphasized "scope", whatever that means. "Scope in heights and depths." Does that ring any bells?'

'Not loud ones, if any. All it suggests to me is spectra of some kind or other.'

'It could, at that.' Joan caught her lower lip between her teeth. 'But before we start playing scales, let's see if we can deduce anything helpful-examine our points of contact and so on. What have we got to go on?'

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'We have one significant point in s.p.a.ce. That's all.'

'Oh no, it isn't. You're forgetting one other highly significant fact. The data fitted the growth-of-population curve exactly, exactly, remember.'

'You mean to say you still still think the things think the things breed?' breed?' 'I can't get away from it, and it isn't because I'm a woman and obsessed with offspring, either. How else 'I can't get away from it, and it isn't because I'm a woman and obsessed with offspring, either. How else could could your data fit that curve, and what else fits it so exactly?' your data fit that curve, and what else fits it so exactly?'

Cloud frowned in concentration, but made no reply. Joan went on: 'a.s.sume, as a working hypothesis, that the vortices are concerned, in that exact relationship, with the increase in some kind of life. Since the fewer a.s.sumptions we make, the better, we don't care at the moment what kind of life it is or whether it's intelligent or not. To fit the curve, just what would the vortices have to be? Not houses, certainly ... nor bedrooms ... nor eggs, since they don't hatch and the very oldest ones are still there, or would have been, except for you .. I'm about out of ideas. How about you?'

'Maybe. My best guess would be incubators ... and one-shot incubators at that. But with this new angle of approach I've got to re-evaluate the data and see what it means now.'

He went over to the work-table, studied charts and diagrams briefly, then thumbed rapidly through a book of tables. He whistled raucously through his teeth. 'This gets screwier by the minute, but it still checks. Every vortex represents twins. twins. Never singles or triplets, Never singles or triplets, always always twins. And the cycle is so long that the full span of our data isn't enough to even validate a wild guess at it. Now, Joan, you baby expert, just what kind of an infant would be just comfortably warm and cosy in the middle of a loose atomic vortex? Feed twins. And the cycle is so long that the full span of our data isn't enough to even validate a wild guess at it. Now, Joan, you baby expert, just what kind of an infant would be just comfortably warm and cosy in the middle of a loose atomic vortex? Feed that that one to Margie, chum, and let's see what she does with it.' one to Margie, chum, and let's see what she does with it.'

'I don't have to; I can work it in my own little head. An exceedingly complex, exceedingly long-lived, exceedingly slow-growing baby of pure force. What else?'

'Ugh ! And Ugh! again. That's twice you've slugged me right in the solar plexus.' Cloud began again to pace the floor. "Up to now, I was just having fun ... I'm mighty glad we don't have to let anybody else in on this, the psychs would be on our tails in nothing flat... and the conclusion would be completely justifiable and we've both blown our stacks ... I've been trying to find holes in your theory ... still am ... but I can't even kick kick 181.

a hole in it...

'When one theory, and only one, fits much observational data and does not conflict with any, nor with any known or proven law or fact,' he said finally, aloud, 'that theory, however bizarre, must must be explored. The only thing is, just how are we going to explore it?' be explored. The only thing is, just how are we going to explore it?'

'That's what we have to work out.'

'Just like that, eh? But before we start, tell me the rest of it- that stuff you've been keeping behind a solid block down there in the south-east corner of your mind.'

'QX. I was afraid to, before, but now that you're getting sold on the basic idea, I'll tell all. First, the planet. There are two possibilities about that. It could have been cold a long time ago and this race of-beings, ent.i.ties, call them whatever you please -with their peculiar processes of metabolism, or habits of life, or something, could have liquefied it and then volatilized it. Or perhaps it started out hot and the activities of this postulated race have kept it from cooling; perhaps made it get hotter and hotter. Either hypothesis is sufficient.

'Second, the Patrol couldn't find anything because it wasn't looking for the right category of objects; and besides, it didn't have the right equipment to find these particular objects even if it had known what to look for.

'Third, a.s.suming that these beings once lived on that planet, or on or in its sun, perhaps they simply must must live there yet. Creatures of that type, with such a tremendously long life-span as you have just deduced and as methodical in thought as they must be, would not move away except for some very solid reason, and nothing in our data indicates any significant change in status. Tracking me so far?" live there yet. Creatures of that type, with such a tremendously long life-span as you have just deduced and as methodical in thought as they must be, would not move away except for some very solid reason, and nothing in our data indicates any significant change in status. Tracking me so far?"

'On track to a micro, every millimeter.'

'And you don't think I've got rooms for rent upstairs?'

'If you have, I have too. Now that I'm in, I'm going to follow this thing to its logical conclusion, wherever that may be. You've b.u.t.toned up the vortices themselves very nicely, but they were never the main point at issue, Joan. That spherical surface was, and still is. Why Why is it? And why such a terrifically long radius? Those have always been the stickers and they still are. If your theory can't explain them, and it hasn't, so far, it fails.' is it? And why such a terrifically long radius? Those have always been the stickers and they still are. If your theory can't explain them, and it hasn't, so far, it fails.'

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way, you know, and as we get more data I'm pretty sure everything will fit. It fits too beautifully so far to fail the last test. Besides ...' her thought died away.

'Besides what? Unblock, chum. Give.'

'I think those things fit in, already. You see, ent.i.ties of pure energy can't be expected to think the way we do. When we meet them-if we can understand them at all-that surface, radius and all, will undoubtedly prove to be completely in accord with their mode of thought; system of logic; their semantics; or whatever they have along those lines.'

'Could be.' Cloud's att.i.tude changed sharply. 'You've settled one moot point. They're intelligent.'

'Why yes ... of course they are! It's funny I didn't think of that myself. And you're really sold, Storm.'

'I really am. Up to now I've just been receptive; but now I really believe the whole c.o.c.keyed theory. I suppose you've figured out an angle of approach?'

'You flatter me. I'm not that good. But perhaps ... in a very broad and general way ... Heights and depths, remember? And superhuman scope therein or thereat? But we we don't do it, Storm. don't do it, Storm. You You do.' do.'

'Uh-uh. Nix. You and I are one. Let's go!'

'I'll come along as far as I can, of course, but something tells me it won't be very far. Lead on, Six Cloud!'

'Where'll we start?'

'Now we're right back where we were before. Do you still favor spectra? Of vibration, say, for a start?'